Neighbors: Part 2
Jess and Julia Team Up
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“Hey,” said a young man’s voice.
Jess opened her eyes. It was a week after the Creamed Bra Incident, and the Masterson’s kids, James and Julia, had come home from their trip to Europe. They would only be home for two weeks before they had to go back to college again, and Jess was determined to Fuck James, if for no other reason than he was her best prospect at finding release for all of the sexual tension his father had built up in her. Hence her laying out by the back yard pool in the skimpiest bikini she had.
[[MORE]]Jess kept her cool and took a deep breath through her nose, letting her chest rise slowly, causing her breasts to nearly break the already stressed straps cutting into her shoulders. She opened her eyes and turned to look at him through her big sunglasses. Handsome. Probably a year or two older than her, with a good build and a shock of the kind of hair that defies styling because it knows better. The sun was behind him, but she could tell his eyes were fixated exactly where she’d hoped they’d be. It took less than a second for his gaze to dart back to polite territory, but it had still taken longer than if he were someone afraid of being caught. “Hey yourself,” Jess replied.
“You must be the new neighbor, Jessica,” James surmised.
“You must be James,” Jess replied, before adding in a tone she hoped was suggestive, “Welcome home.”
She played with a strap on her bikini top absent-mindedly. This drew James’s eyes immediately to her breasts again. His gaze then swept over her glistening body briefly, somehow making it appear nonchalant. “You going to Richmont?”
“One more year,” Jess replied. “Then I’m going to be a college coed.”
“Oh? Where you going?”
“Not to your school,” Jess said, trying to highlight the narrow nature of the opportunity window she was offering him.
“Too bad,” James said through a smile he clearly stole from his father. “There’s a party later next week at my friend Greg’s house, sort of a last hurrah before everyone goes back to school. Some Richmont people will be there; would be a good chance to meet some friends before classes start.”
Sure, that’s why I’d go, Jess thought sarcastically, but instead said, “Sounds fun. Can I get a ride?” She tugged at the triangle of fabric cupping her breast, trying to make it appear like a simple adjustment.
“I’ll probably be showing up a little late with my girlfriend, but Julia could take you.”
A girlfriend? That’s no good, Jess thought. Guys don’t mention the girlfriend if they’re thinking of cheating. “Sure, that’d be great,” Jess said.
“Cool. Well I gotta run some errands, just wanted to say ‘hi’,” James said, and then started to go.
“Wait!” Jess called out, sitting up. “I need to roll over. Can you rub some lotion on my back for me?” She didn’t wait for his reply and started to turn over, making sure to give him a good view of her rump, in case he was more of an ass man.
James smiled again, this time a little nervous. “Ah, ha ha ha,” he laughed as he hesitated. “You’re going to get me in trouble, Neighbor. Like I said: got a girlfriend. I’ll send Julia out, though, you’ll like her.”
And with that, he walked away, turning one last time to raise a hand in a bro sort of wave goodbye. Strike One, Jess warned him in her head.
For what it was worth, Jess actually did like Julia. She was more slight of frame than Jess, with a genuine but blunt personality. What would be considered rude in someone else’s mouth came out as matter-of-fact plain truth from Julia. It was disarming and intimidating at the same time.
“Jesus, Jessica, how did you find a bikini that small? In the children’s section?” She laughed as she and Jess hung out in Julia’s bedroom. They were looking through Julia’s record collection, of which she had a great selection.
It was the first time Jess had been in William’s house.
“James was definitely walking crooked, I think you made an impression,” Julia snorted.
“That was the point,” said Jess, “God, I need to get laid.”
“Please don’t Fuck my brother. I happen to like his girlfriend. Here, these are the people who will be at the party next week, you could definitely Fuck one or more of them,” Julia said, handing Jess her phone. She had Facebook open to a photo album and there were several pictures of Julia’s friends. She had a lot of friends.
Jess flipped through the photos as Julia filled her in on the important details of the various boys she called out as cute, even suggesting one or two of the girls. There were certainly a few possibilities in the mix, but Jess couldn’t help feeling like they were consolation prizes. She wanted Masterson dick.
After swiping through a few more photos, she got bored with boys. She wanted a man. And then she was suddenly struck with an idea.
Jess checked to make sure Julia was distracted before she swiped out of Facebook and opened Julia’s contacts. After a quick search she found “Dad”, quickly committed the number to memory and then asked if she could run to the bathroom.
“Oh, go use my parents’ bathroom, the one in the hall keeps overflowing.” Julia advised her.
Even better, Jess thought.
The plan kept changing. She initially intended to just snap a flirty photo, maybe even expose a nipple, and text it to William. Once in the Master Bedroom, though, that plan immediately felt pathetically tame. Jess opened the nearest walk-in closet and found it smelled like Man: wood, oil, tobacco. She crept inside, not sure how she’d justify it if she got caught, but too amped up to worry about the risk. After she closed the door, she pulled out her phone and entered William’s number from memory, saving it under the inconspicuous pseudonym “Dick”.
Jess could feel the heat in her chest surge like a campfire doused with lighter fluid. A vibration of excitement filled her body and gave her fingers a light tremble, and almost without thinking she began to strip. She removed her top and her shorts, then began to breathe heavier as first her panties and then bra came off. I’m naked inside his closet! she thought to herself. She stepped into the rack of shirts and suits, surrounding herself with his scent while touching his clothes with her exposed body. Would he know, when he put this shirt on, that it had been pressed against her bare breasts? What would he do if he realized she had caressed her bare and dripping wet pussy with this pant leg?
She opened a drawer from the in-closet dresser and found his boxer-briefs. She bit her bottom lip as she played her fingers across them, choosing a pair and clutching it in her fist. She brought it to her nose and smelled it, slid it down to her breasts, her stomach, and finally held it in the small gap between her thighs. She was so wet as she then stepped into them, pulling them up her legs and around her waist. They were loose, but there was just enough tug in the elastic waistband to keep them on.
She plunged her fingers inside and down to her tender flesh between her legs, too horny to start slow and gentle. She was so incredibly wet her fingers were immediately covered in her juices. She rubbed her clit furiously, masturbating in the underwear of the married man next door. In his closet. With his daughter three doors down the hall.
The thought of being discovered any minute brought Jess to climax very quickly. She let herself come, feeling her thighs getting utterly drenched inside the boxer-briefs. It had only been a few minutes, and social norms wouldn’t let Julia come looking for her just yet. Jess licked her fingers, sucking her cum off of them before diving into William’s boxers again, this time dropping to the floor and laying on her back. She imagined William coming home and opening his closet right now, discovering her splayed out on the floor, her breasts exposed, her hand vigorously working her sex inside of his own underwear.
Jess grabbed at her tits with her free hand as she imagined he would close the door behind him and just watch. She wanted him to pounce on her, but she had a feeling he’d make her wait. He’d stand over her, strolling his eyes up and down her naked flesh as a massive bulge built up in his pants. He’d bide his time, making her want him more and more, withholding from her what she desperately needed because he was in control now. All she could do was play with herself, helpless under his gaze, panting and waiting for him to take her.
She came again, quickly withdrawing her hand and then clamping down both hands on her crotch, pressing the fabric of William’s briefs against her gushing pussy. That would be enough, right? She took a deep shuddering breath, her body still working out a few last convulsions. Without warning, sheer imagination suddenly showed her William, finally pulling the zipper down on his pants. Not done yet, then, Jess though as she began stroking herself once more, this time through the soaking boxer briefs. She couldn’t help herself. Imaginary William was pulling his cock out over her as he watched her stirring her clit with raging urgency.
Imaginary William was stroking his long, erect shaft, his cock that was supposed to belong to Holly, that magnificent dick she saw all those weeks ago and that had sprayed cum all over her own underwear last week. Imaginary William worked his married cock in long strokes, pulling harder and faster as his eyes focused on her little naked body, exposed for him, ready to be taken whenever he wanted, trapped inside his musky closet where no one could see or likely even hear what he would do to her. She watched in her mind’s eye as he gripped his veined manhood, pulsing with his own forbidden lust. He wasn’t supposed to give it to anyone other than his wife, but he was going to give it to Jess.
Jess imagined a shiny bead of precum at the tip of William’s cock and then it was all over. A third orgasm, more powerful than the previous two, caused Jess’s back to arch involuntarily. She curled into a shaking ball on the floor, making little sharp noises as she tried to breathe through the wave of pleasure. As she waited it out, she realized her body was spent. Her trembling and convulsing was exhausting her. Over the next minute, the fog in Jess’s head began to clear. She began to wonder just how long she’d been in here. Hopefully Julia would just shrug it off as a long-ish poop.
Jess staggered to her feet and slipped the drenched boxer-briefs off of herself. Standing naked again in William’s closet, she pulled out her phone and took a picture of the briefs, being sure that the closet light caught the glistening property of the soaked fabric. Then she picked up her own panties, placed them inside his own underwear and folded them up together, placing them back in the drawer.
Jess finally emerged from William’s closet, dressed and only slightly shaking. No one seemed to be around, so Jess quickly tip-toed to the bathroom. Inside she primped herself in the mirror. Satisfied she looked presentable, she found some matches, lit a candle nearby, blew it out and then flushed the spent match down the toilet.
She’d gotten away with it.
And now she had his phone number.
In the days after, Jess had come down with a terminal case of Senioritis when she was a Sophomore, so now that she was finally and actually a Senior, she was finally, actually dying. Richmont was like purgatory, or limbo, or the DMV. It was all Jess could do to simply sit quietly and pay attention. That was the problem: she still had to graduate this year if she wanted to get to college. Her scholarships were pretty clear on that one. And yet the agony of yet another lame English class, or Pre-calc, or Fucking endless pep rallies for boys who mistakenly thought they were hot shit had become intolerable. College was the closest it had ever been, and yet seemed so far away. The texts from Julia about her new college life were not helping either.
Jess and Julia had kept in touch after classes started and had really hit it off. They texted several times a day, often exchanging snaps of the random shit they were up to. Julia’s were always more interesting, and Jess felt herself losing that game. It was desperation that prodded her into taking it to the next level.
One day after yet another pointless gym class, Julia sent Jess a snap of some boys she had just met, and Jess had had enough. In a bathroom stall, she sent Julia a snap of a photo Jess had actually sent to William a few weeks back, one where she was cupping her breasts together in just the right way to hide her nipples and accentuate her cleavage. She captioned it “any boys for me??” with devil emojis.
Julia snapped back shortly after, only it was one of the boys. He clearly had stolen the phone from Julia, who was jumping all over him to get it back (not nearly hard enough, Jess noted), and he was being all cute and flirty and suggesting she come visit soon. Jess felt only slightly embarrassed, but she was definitely going to lord that one over Julia for a while.
Julia texted her later and apologized, explaining she hadn’t meant for the boys to see. Jess teased her about it for a while, pretending she was pissed, until Julia snapped her a sexy shot of her own. Julia had stripped down to her panties in her dorm room and was holding her non-camera arm across her small (but quite cute) breasts, and had captioned it, “for the high school boys”. That got Jess to laugh out loud, but she also noticed she was a little turned on by Julia’s sleek body. “I’m saving that one just for me,” Jess texted back, and to her surprise, Julia replied “Well there’s more where that came from”, with another devil emoji.
And so their relationship got flirtier. It wasn’t serious at all, but Julia was a ton of fun to flirt with, and Jess didn’t mind the tingly feeling she got as Julia’s snaps got sexier. Jess sent her plenty herself, and it became a sort of competition over who could send the sexiest snap. Jess definitely masturbated to a few of Julia’s. She wondered if Julia ever touched herself to Jess’s.
October arrived and Julia came home for the weekend. Several other kids were home as well, some kind of mid-term break, and Julia told Jess they were going to a party. It was only just a tiny bit awkward at first when Julia and Jess finally saw one another in person again, but when they hugged all of that weirdness just vanished. They were friends, and the flirty stuff was fun, but nobody was fooled into thinking it was something else.
Jess and Julia were inseparable at the party. Jess was the only high schooler there, but she finally felt like she’d found her people. These weren’t adolescents trying to figure out how to party, these were adults who knew what they were doing. Jess and Julia matched each other drink for drink, shot for shot, and despite Julia being more slight of frame she seemed to be only as drunk as Jess was. Or perhaps Jess was too drunk to be able to tell.
They danced and got lost to the music. The beat was loud, the lights were colorful strobes, and writhing bodies were everywhere.
By jessicas erotic ramblings, for Tumblr.
