Jesse sneaks peeks

Jesse was happy that you were her first. She loved you and wouldn't have wanted it to be with someone she wasn't comfortable with. But she'd be lying to herself if the sounds coming from your roommates rooms weren't making her curious what other people's sex sounded like. Sure, she had a good time with you. Your penis got the job done fine. But she never valued sex for the physical pleasure - merely for the intimacy it gave your relationship and the validation it made her feel when you'd cum in or on her.

But she never screamed or moaned like Joan or Carli. The only time that happened was when she experimented with a friend's toy in college, and it scared her so much she immediately stopped even though she could have worked her way to another orgasm.

Jesse had never really looked at pornography either. She thought you were probably slightly larger than average. But again, now she was curious. We're Joan and Carli screaming with lust because they had bigger, thicker cocks than you or was it just because they had better technique? She knew David had been with significantly more women than you, but Ken and Carli had been committed longer. Was the length of time of their romance what brought about such powerful climaxes? And the dirty talk -- what got the girls to say that kind of filth?

These thoughts were swirling in Jesse's mind all week. She caught herself engaging in dangerous behavior -- thinking about David and Ken.

She noticed that she would intentionally change into tighter clothes when she knew David or Ken were going to be home. She had made efforts to make sure she was around when Ken got home from his scheduled gym sessions. She would sit on the living room couch and watch as he entered and walked down the hall. She would say, "Hi Ken!" But her eyes were at level with his crotch -- waiting for a glimpse of his bulge to jostle in his shorts. When he'd pass her, she'd stare at his toned ass cheeks and imagine Carli sticking her face in between them, serving Ken like she could hear.

One night when David had returned home from a business meeting, Jesse waited until she could hear his car come through the garage, and began playing housewife. She wore a tight white tank top with no bra. She scrubbed dishes sloppily, letting the water hit her cleavage. Her shirt became wet and her nipples strained against the fabric. When David walked in, she waited until he approached her side to get to the fridge. She pretended to slip and fall on the soapy water, and grasped towards David's crotch. For a second, Jesse could feel David's lengthy flaccid shaft, and a pair of sizable balls beneath them.

She stuttered an apology while puffing her chest out. David took liberties staring at Jesse's goods. He wondered what caused the change in her typically prudish behavior, but thought little of it before retiring.