Ask Jess about Sara's 'appetites'.

Your girlfriend wanders in from the bedroom with a huge smile on her face. "You enjoy hearing that, lover?" she asks saucily, her fingers tracing her areola. You nod, keeping your eyes on Jess's. She smiles and drops her hands to her side. "Good. I think you're in for a nice night, John. I'm going to get started on dinner, so I'm going to put on a shirt. And before you complain," she says, cutting you off, "you'll get your tit-fix tonight. Plus, a home-cooked meal from me. No bitching." You chuckle and follow her into the bedroom to clean up. As Jess notices you getting ready to shower, she pouts. "I can get dinner ready to cook in a few minutes. If you wait, I'll shower with you. I need to be clean, too, you know." You smile at her, and kiss her softly. She responds, pulling off the robe and grabbing a shirt from the bed, even as she kisses you. You grope her breasts and she moans, still pulling away to put her shirt on. You make a sad-face as her breasts disappear from view. "Hey, no pouting," she reminds you. You reach out to grope her again, and she rolls her eyes, but turns towards you.

"Nice rack," you tell her and steal a kiss on her cheek. Jess smiles and looks at you shyly.

"Thanks." She pulls away and walks towards the kitchen. "I know you're waiting for Sara's bountiful boobs, though," she says, pulling a line from some of your favorite erotic stories. You find yourself wondering how much of your computer she has gone through. You follow her into the kitchen.

"Speaking of Sara," you begin, unsure how to ask what Sara might be into. The phone conversation has your head spinning. "What is she like? I know you two have been best buds, but why haven't you introduced me? Especially since you've been having lunches with her?" Jess shrugs.

"We try to be girlfriends; we worry that if we get involved with each other's guys, we'll be too close to talk about it openly. Although, we're obviously breaking that boundary with you tonight. We just never wanted to interrupt our ability to talk about... you, basically." She flashes you a smile and finishes putting the water on to boil. You think about her response, and shrug. You'd heard vague dealings about Sara, though you knew she and Jess were close in school. While you are a bit hurt that your girlfriend didn't introduce you, the fact that she's willing to take this step indicates a big leap in trust. You try to be open with your next question.

"What does Sara like? In bed? Are there any taboos?" Jess laughs.

"Well, not with her, though you're going to have to let her lead when she drops to her knees. I swear, of all the girls I met in college, she was on her knees more than any of them. She knows what she's doing, so don't interfere. Is this really awkward for you, too?" she asks suddenly. You nod in relief, worried. "Good," she breathes. "Also, she's going to let you fuck her tits. Listen to what she tells you; unlike most girls, she can get very stimulated with her titties. But in terms of taboos, just remember mine. No pussy from her." Jess squirms a bit, and swears. "I'm fucking hot again, you asshole," she says playfully. "I'll have to get off in the shower." She eyes you.

"Up for a bit of pre-play play?" she says, licking her bottom lip playfully. You groan as your girlfriend dumps pasta in the pot. "We'll have to wait about ten minutes, but then you can have me again."