Your Girlfriend Tells All

After their guests leave, Jane departs into the bedroom you share together, and you remember that she had exited that bedroom without clothes. You also remember that Chet had been in the room with her, that the kindness stuck between his teeth seemed altogether irrelevant to Jane's lack of clothes.

You follow Jane into your bedroom. The bedroom is clean, odorless. You're not sure why the state of your room is important but it is, somehow. Jane sits on the end of the bed and begins removing her socks. She always wears socks in the house. It's a cute habit, you think.

"I owe you an apology," Jane says without looking in your direction.

Your ears turn up at that. You suspected, of course, that Jane required forgiveness of some form, and you had been prepared to give her that--you loved her and would give her anything--but it surprises you that Jane owes you an apology.

This is the first time she has been in debt to you.

"I should have told you why Chet and Jess were here. You see, they were having an argument about their sex life. And they asked if I could help."

"Why you?"

"Because they know how satisfied I am with my sex life."

You smile and sit next to her. She continues, "Chet was unsatisfied because Jess's boobs are not that big."

"They seem normal size to me," you reply.

Jane smiles. "That's what I told him. But, he didn't believe me." She hesitates and places a hand on your knee. "So, I showed him mine."

You feel your heart stop. "Yours? Why? How could you?"

"I knew you would be upset. I knew it!"

Her lower lip trembles. You think she is about to cry. You breathe. You swallow. She judges that you are willing to hear her out. She proceeds, "It's not that I wanted to. It was Jess's idea. She wanted to prove to Chet that her boob size was normal, and, well, it's difficult to compare boob sizes if we're wearing shirts, right?"

"Yes. That is true."

"And I love Jess. She would do anything for me. I had to do this for her. So, we both took our shirts off, so that he could compare our boobs." She said. "But, I swear Chet didn't touch mine. I would never allow that."

"You swear?"

"I swear. And, besides, Chet was not even interested in touching my boobs. He was only interested in Jess." Jane says. "He couldn't take his eyes off of her."

You think for a moment. You did not like that Jane had shown Chet her boobs but you also know how close she is with Jess. And, besides, if Chet did not touch Jane, then there is not much to be upset over, right?

"But, why were you naked?" You ask.

She bites her lower lip. The hand she had placed on her knee moves towards your crotch. "Chet got horny from looking at Jess's boobs. He pulled her onto his lap and they started making out. Right on our bed." Jane starts groping your crotch. You feel yourself harden. "He started taking her pants off. I was going to leave, you know, give them some privacy, but--"

"But, you got horny," you interrupt. Jane grins. You understand, her eyes seem to say. She unzips your pants and starts pumping your shaft. "Yeah, I got really horny. And Jess could tell that. So, she said it was okay for me to watch. I was going to ask you if it was okay but I wasn't thinking right. I'm so sorry, John!"

She continues stroking your cock. The head of your penis leaks pre-cum, lubricating your shaft. "It's fine," you mutter.

"Do you want me to keep telling you the story?" She asks. When you answer in the affirmative, Jane drops between your legs and begins licking up the pre-cum spilling down your shaft. She strokes your dick more carefully now. She doesn't want you to cum before she finishes her story. "I moved to the floor to give them some space. Chet lay Jess on her back so that Jess's head was hanging over the side of the bed. She was looking right at me when Chet put his dick in her.

"This was my first time seeing a guy fuck another girl. It was a crazy sight. Jess's mouth made a big 'O' when the first few inches went in, and then she made this slutty face when he bottomed out. I had never seen her make that expression before. It really turned me on. I didn't even realize when I slipped out of my pants and started fingering myself."

"Jane, I'm gonna cum!" You moan.

She knows how much you love to fuck her face when you are about to cum. She relaxes her throat and lets you pump your hips. When you do cum, the muscles in her throat wring your cock. You feel her hitting your thigh but you don't let her up just yet. Just when she is about to pass out, and right when you finish your orgasm, you pull your cock out.

Jane gasps for air, her eyes red and teary. You think she is about to scream at you--she usually hates it when you do that--but she does not. In fact, she is smiling when she catches her breath. "I guess I deserved that."

"What happened next?"

Jane has an airy look, as if she does not know what you are referring to. Then, she remembers the story she had been telling. "Oh. Well, Jess was screaming a lot, which is what you were hearing, I imagine. Then, you came up and that was it."

"Oh. Did they..." You begin.

"Finish? I don't know. I doubt it. They had just started when you came up."

You feel kind of bad about that. Chet didn't seem like a bad guy. And Jess was Jane's best friend. Jane jumps onto the bed and sits in your lap. Her arms and legs wrap around you like a koala bear. "Enough about them, though. Now it's time for you to fuck my brains out."