Wendy and Jen talk

Wendy's voice trembled as she stepped out of the closet, her words hanging in the thick, sexually charged air. "I can’t believe I just watched y’all two have sex," she muttered, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. Jen, still sprawled on the bed, turned her head lazily, a mixture of surprise and amusement flickering across her face. "Well, we definitely didn't make it hard to watch," Jen replied, her voice laced with a sly smirk. Wendy's eyes widened, her hands instinctively covering her mouth as if to stifle a gasp. "Oh my God," she whispered, her body swaying slightly as the reality of what she'd just witnessed—and participated in—hit her full ****.

Jen's voice cut through the heavy air, laced with a teasing smirk as she asked, "Well, did you learn anything well watching us?" The question hung like a challenge, prompting Wendy's cheeks to burn even hotter. She stood frozen, her hands still covering her mouth, as if the gesture could somehow undo the reality of what she'd witnessed.

Wendy's face burned hotter as she shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I don't think I could ever do something like that with Joe." The words tumbled out, laced with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. Jen, now sitting up with her legs crossed, raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, come on," Jen teased, her voice smooth and confident. "You can't tell me you weren't turned on watching us." Wendy's hands dropped from her mouth, her fingers trembling as she fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. Jen's smirk widened as she leaned back on her elbows, her confidence radiating like a palpable **** in the room. "Come on, Wendy," she teased, her voice smooth and persuasive. "You can't tell me you weren't turned on watching us. I saw the way you were looking at us, the way your eyes stayed glued to every movement." She paused, letting her words hang in the air, before continuing, "And I know you can do it. You can give Joe a blow job, or even have sex with him when you're both ready. You just need to let go of your inhibitions and embrace what you want."

Wendy's gaze drifted towards the clock on the nightstand, the glowing digits a harsh reminder that time had slipped away unnoticed. The room, still thick with the scent of intimacy, seemed to hum with unspoken thoughts as she took a tentative step towards the door. "It's getting late," she murmured, her voice tinged with ****, as if the words themselves were a betrayal. Jen, now standing, her silhouette framed by the dim light, reached out, her fingers brushing against Wendy's arm. "You don't have to go," she whispered, her tone a blend of teasing and sincerity. Wendy hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest, but the weight of responsibility pulled her back. "I really should," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. With a soft sigh, Jen stepped back, her eyes never leaving Wendy's face. "Alright, but just so you know," she said with a playful smirk, "I think you're curious. And that's okay." Wendy's cheeks flushed as she nodded, her thoughts swirling. She moved towards the door, each step deliberate, the cool night air a stark contrast to the warmth she was leaving behind. As she stepped out, she glanced back, meeting Jen's knowing gaze. The moment hung between them, a silent understanding that this wasn't the end. With a quiet goodbye, Wendy closed the door, the click echoing softly as she walked away, her mind a whirlwind of emotions and possibilities.