A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 27

"Quit staring at her ass, Mark," the blonde hissed as I watched Sheri walk away again. "It's a hard 'no'."

"What is?" I asked, although I was sure I knew.

"Me letting you fuck her," Jessi clarified, her eyes cold. "And don't even say you wouldn't. We both know what happened last time."

"How do you know I'm not just playing a role, Jessica?"

Jessi, who had leaned in close during our whispered conversation, sat upright and took a deep breath. I knew that she was mad at me, but as I watched her chest expand against the tight fabric of the dress, I did not care. I was more fascinated by the way her nipples were pushing against their confinement.

"You can be such an asshole," she told me, her voice loud enough to carry.

"Does this make us even for tonight? I hope so. That way we can go and enjoy the concert."

"We're even for tonight, Mark, but not for yesterday morning."

I just smiled at the blonde, then wrote the tip on the bill and put the signed copy and my credit card in the folder.

"How much did you leave her?" Jessi asked after Sheri, still smiling at us both, had left with my card.

"$50.00."

"Shit, how much was dinner?"

"A little over a hundred. Don't worry about it."

Jessi looked like she wanted to say something, but Sheri returned at that moment, a wide grin on her face and one additional button undone.

"Here you go, Mr. Warner," she said, leaning forward enough that we could see the tops of her breasts as well as the black bra she was wearing underneath her top. "I hope you guys come back soon."

Her eyes narrowed, Jessi shot to her feet. I was afraid she was going to say something to the waitress, but instead, she turned and marched toward the front of the restaurant. I grabbed my card and the receipt, then followed the angry blonde. I did not look back at Sheri, but I was sure that I could feel her eyes on me.

I found Jessi standing outside the front door, her arms crossed. When she saw me, she glared at me, then began to walk away. I had only followed her a few steps when she stopped, turned, and yanked the receipt out of my hand.

"Yep, here's the skank's number," she snarled, shoving the piece of paper back at me.

"Why exactly are you mad at me? You brought it up in the first place."

"Yeah, but not as loud as you did. Also, she looked at you a lot more than me. So, I don't think I'm the one she overheard."

"We could call her and find out," I suggested, taking out my phone.

"Take me home, Mark."

We stared at each other for what felt like hours. And as we did, I saw moisture build in Jessi's blue eyes. For a moment I wondered if this was just more of her crying on cue, but that thought passed. I tried to smile at my young lover as I put my phone way. I then made a show of crumpling up the receipt and dropping it in a nearby garbage can.

"I would rather go to the symphony," I told her, taking her hand in mine. "Would you please go with me?"

"Did you set this up, Mark?" Jessi asked, ignoring my question about the symphony.

"Set what up?"

"The shit with the waitress?"

"No, I did not. And anyway, how would I have known where you would take things?"

"You promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

"Then let's go to the fucking symphony, I guess," Jessi sighed, taking my offered hand.

***

Unlike dinner, the rest of the evening proceeded with minimal drama. There had been some glances our way at the concert, although I was quite sure that those were on account of how Jessi looked rather than anything else. We certainly did not talk about anything that would have drawn anyone's attention, and other than hand holding and a couple of quick kisses, we refrained from any public displays of affection.

Jessi, who had been chatty at the concert, at least when it was appropriate, had grown silent once we were in my car and headed back to her place. It was obvious to me that she was thinking about something. She did not let me know what it was, however, until we were back at her studio apartment.

"If you promise me not to fuck her, I mean really promise and then keep that promise, I'm okay with the threesome," the blonde announced right after I closed and locked her door.

"What?"

"But I mean it. Your cock stays out of her pussy. And her ass, for that matter. Mouth only."

"Jessi, I do not want a threesome with the waitress, or anyone else. I was just talking about it to get to you. I had no idea she would overhear us, and even less that she would be interested."

"But she is interested. And I'm telling you it's okay, if you keep your promise."

"I'm not promising anything because nothing is going to happen," I told her, trying as best I could to keep from snapping at her. "I don't want to be with anyone but you."

"And Big Tits, of course," Jessi sneered. "I couldn't even tell you not to fuck her if we had a threesome, since you do it all the time anyway. But she won't agree to it, so you're shit out of luck there. You'll just have to keep running between us."

"Are you trying to make me mad?"

"Yes, I am, Mark."

"I did not do anything worse than what you did. In fact, I did not even mean mine to be heard by anyone else. You meant to embarrass me with that shit about putting out and wanting to get a good meal if you were going to have to fuck me."

"And that pissed you off?"

"You know it did," I sighed, running my hands through my hair.

"Then do something about it. Show me what happens to bitchy little sluts that piss you off."

"Not this shit again," I snarled, shaking my head. "I wanted a normal fucking date. But what did I get? More of the same crap."

"Yep, more of the fucking 'normal' bullshit. You have a girl willing to let you take her and use her however you want, as roughly as you want, and you're too worried it isn't 'normal' to take advantage of that."

"But I do not want you like that," I shot back, losing my battle to remain calm. "How many fucking times do we have to have this same argument."

"We'll see whether you want me like that," Jessi replied before marching into her closet.

I still was trying to gain control of my anger when my young lover, a bundle of clothes in her arms, went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. I thought about leaving, but I was too curious about what she might do next. So I took a seat at her small table and waited for her.

About twenty minutes later, the blonde emerged from the bathroom. The sophisticated-and sexy-woman in the red dress was gone. Her replacement wore a short and form-fitting black dress as well as heavy makeup. Teased out blonde hair, black lace thigh-high stockings, and black stiletto completed the look. But it was Jessi's cleavage that really drew my eye. Even if I had not been able to see the thin straps of the white bra beneath the equally thin straps of the black dress, I would have known she was wearing the same padded bra that had been part of her angel costume.

"How is this for a bitchy little slut look," Jessi asked, pushing her breasts up so that even more of them was visible above the revealing neckline of the dress. "I almost wore this. I cannot imagine what you would have done if I had."

"Not let you out of this apartment," I growled, getting to my feet and approaching my young lover.

"Because you would not have wanted anyone to see me with you?"

"No," I replied, shaking my head. "Because I would have ripped it off you and fucked you."

Jessi's blue eyes widened for a moment, then she smiled even as she shook her head.

"Fuck, Mark," she moaned. "There you go sending a poor girl mixed signals again."

I knew she was right, but in that moment, I could not help myself. Something about the combination of the way that she was dressed and my anger with her had brought me to full arousal nearly the moment I saw her emerge from the bathroom. And although I knew I should not, I wanted nothing more than to use her how she had suggested earlier.

When I reached Jessi, I took a fistful of her hair, used it to tilt her head back, and mashed my lips against hers. She put her hands on my chest and started to push, but then she raised them and grabbed my neck, pulling me toward her as much as I was pulling her toward me.

"Is that the way you kiss all your bitchy little sluts?" she asked when we both took a breather.

"I thought I was supposed to be taking what I want how I want it," I whispered before kissing her again.

"If you want, we can do it that way," Jessi sighed as I moved my lips to her arched neck. "But if you want me as I really am, your very willing little slut who will happily do whatever you want, I would love to do it that way."

"And what if what I want is to fuck your tight little ass?"

"I bought lube today," she replied, surprising me. "But you'll still probably need to make me. If it's my decision, I'll chicken out."

Her words brought me back to reality. The slut I had been intending to use for my own pleasure was not real. The vulnerable young woman who would do almost anything to please me and keep me in her life was real, and she was standing in front of me dressed like what she wanted me to think she was. But I knew better, and that meant I had to be better.

"I will not force you to do anything, honey," I assured Jessi, hugging her slender body to mine.

The blonde remained still in my arms for a moment, then she leaned back, placed her hands on my chest, and pushed me away from her.

"Why not?" Jessi asked me, her arms folded across her pale cleavage. "It's where this whole night has been headed. And you forced me to suck your cock last time, then later you left me needing to come but not letting me unless I agreed to be your perfect little date tonight. It's pretty clear that making me do what you want is, well, what you want. And since I'm more than willing to go along with it, why the fuck are we pretending it's anything else."

"You certainly have not lived up to the conditions of our date," I pointed out, no longer able to contain my exasperation with my young lover.

"Because you fucking blackmailed me to give you something I would've tried to do if you'd just asked," she yelled back as her hands clutched at the fabric of her dress. "All you had to do was trust me to try to be who you think I can be. Instead, you tried to force me to do it. Oh, and before you accuse me of anything, this is not a fucking act or a role I'm playing. When I'm pissed, when I shut down, when I have panic attacks, that's never an act. The act is all about trying to get you to do what I know you want to do but won't do."

"And what's that?"

"Use me for the fucking slut I really am."

I opened my mouth to argue with her, but I knew it was futile. We had been over this ground too many times. Besides, maybe it was time that I accepted that what she said about herself was true. I had been fighting against it from the beginning, trying to help her see that she could be more than that. But in that moment it dawned on me that perhaps I had been taking the wrong approach. Instead of fighting her on who she thought she was, I could help her see that she was both.

"Are you wet?" I asked her, dropping my gaze to her loins.

"What," Jessi asked, her eyes narrowed as she examined me.

"Are you wet? You always tell me you get wet when you are mad at me."

"I'm soaked," the blonde informed me in a voice just above a whisper.

"Show me."

Jessi hesitated for a moment, then she pulled her dress up so that it bunched around her waist. I was surprised to see that she was wearing underwear, although whatever it was that she was wearing was just enough to cover her labia. Had she not been shaved, it likely would have exposed a fair amount of her pubic hair.

"Is that a thong?" I asked, and the blonde nodded in response. "Turn around, and keep that dress up."

Without any hesitation, Jess followed my command. I stared at her bare, rounded bottom for several seconds, mesmerized by the thin strip of black material that disappeared between her ass cheeks. Then I reached out and gave it a few smacks. My young lover flinched at the first contact, but then she pushed her rear end back toward me as the others landed on her pale skin.

"Take it off."

After a short pause, Jessi pulled the black dress up and off of her.

"I didn't mean the dress, although I am not objecting," I advised her. "I meant the thong."

My lover nodded, then grabbed the waist of the thong. However, I took her wrists in my hands, stopping her.

"I've changed my mind," I whispered in her ear, my chest pressed against her trembling back. "The bra goes next."

I took a step back from her, then unhooked the bra. Jessi yanked it off and tossed it to the side, then turned to face me. I had not told her to do so, but I did not mind.

"Play with your tits."

Her blue eyes sparkling, a grin spread across Jessi's face as grabbed her breasts and pushed them together. While she did so, I placed my left hand on her waist and dropped the right between her legs. The moment my fingers touched the thong, I could tell it was sodden with her arousal.

"You are indeed soaked, slut," I told her, slipping my fingers underneath the thin material and running them along her slick labia.

"I have been all night," Jessi sighed, pushing her groin against my invading fingers. "I don't know how everyone didn't smell me when I wasn't wearing panties."

"Get on the bed and spread your legs," I ordered, slipping the thong down to her knees.

"You gonna fuck me now?" she grinned, stepping out of the thong and climbing on her bed.

"No."

"No?"

"No. I am going to lick you until you scream."

"After yesterday morning, that seems fair. But after that, I need you to fuck me."

"We will see," I replied before stripping off my clothes. As soon as I was naked, I climbed on the bed, buried my face between her legs, and licked up and down her drenched labia.

"Fuck, Mark," she groaned, taking my hair in her hands a shoving my face tighter against her pussy. "I love it when you do that."

I did not say anything in response. Instead, I moved my tongue up to her clit and started waggling it back and forth. At the same time, I slipped two fingers into her tight but very slick vagina. It almost immediately clamped around my fingers in a series of spasms.

"FUCK!" Jessi screamed, then her muscles went rigid and she her breath caught in her chest.

I stopped licking, although the pressure of her hands on my head kept my face in her crotch. I did plant some soft kisses on and around her pussy while she rode out her climax. When she started taking deep, shuddering breaths, I attacked her clit with my tongue again.

"Oh fuck," she groaned, thrusting her pelvis up against my tongue. "I fucking needed that."

She looked down at me, and for a moment we made eye contact. Then I took her sensitive nub between my lips and pulled on it. The young blonde threw her head back against the bed and let out a high-pitched moan. The noise was kind of like a longer version of Jessika's squeaks. It was not a sound I had ever heard Jessi make before.

"Shit, Mark," she grunted. "I'm already close again."

I continued to pull at her clit. I also started pumping my fingers in and out of her. This only went on for maybe thirty seconds more before Jessi's slender body again tensed up in orgasm.

"Oh God! Fuck! Fuck!"

As she came, I began flicking my tongue against her clit. When I felt her pussy start to relax, I curled my fingers up and pressed on the top inside wall. Jessi's body convulsed, and her grip on my hair turned painful. In that same moment, she let out a shriek. I did not let up, however.

"OHFUCKME," she cried, the words all running together. Then the only sound after that was her ragged breathing as her body alternated shuddering and tensing.

I knew from past experience that she was experiencing multiple orgasms, and I knew I should probably let up. But I told her I was going to lick her until she screamed, and I meant to do as I said I would. So, I continued with both my tongue and the pressure inside of her.

"Too much," she whimpered, now using her hold on my head to try to move it away. I ignored her.

"Please stop," she begged, pulling at my hair harder. "It's too much."

But I still did not stop. By this point, Jessi was whining and shaking, and I could no longer tell when she hit a new climax. In fact, her pussy walls were rhythmically squeezing my fingers without pause. I had been holding one of her legs with my right hand, but I freed it and reached up to her perspiration slicked chest. Grabbing her left breast, I twisted it. My blonde lover let loose a short but loud scream.

I stopped licking her clit at that point, although I did not withdraw my fingers from her pussy, which was vibrating as it did sometimes when she had an intense orgasm. It was only when the spasms tapered off that I slipped my soaked-and sore-fingers from inside of her.

I looked up at Jessi, expecting her to be lying back. She was not, however. She was propped up on her elbows looking at me, her blonde hair darkened with sweat and plastered to her hair. I smiled at her, but she just continued staring. Then she took a hold of my hair again and drew my face up to hers for a kiss.

"I'm not mad about yesterday morning anymore," she whispered when the kiss broke. "That was more than enough to make up for it."

"I told you I would lick you until you screamed."

"Yes, you did."

"It was just one long orgasm at the end, wasn't it?"

"I don't know," she grinned, shaking her head. "It started out one after the other, then it was different. Like before, you know, when the frequency kept getting higher. It was like that again, but more intense."

"So, you still want me to fuck you now?" I asked, my eyes locked on hers.

"Shit, I don't think I could," she replied, although there was a sparkle in her eyes. "My mouth is ready and willing to be fucked, though."

"That'll do, I suppose," I teased her, holding the fingers that had been inside of her up to her lips.

Jessi did not hesitate. She sucked my fingers into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks as she ran her lips up and down them. My penis, which had never lost its erection since I saw her in the back dress, twitched.

"Or, we could get that lube you bought," I went on after I recovered from the feeling of her expert mouth on my now clean fingers.

The blonde bit her bottom lip, then said, "You'd have to make me, Mark."

"I would rather it be willing," I replied, shaking my head.

"I know, but I don't think I can do it."

"Then we will wait."

"You shouldn't have to. You don't have to with, um, her."

"That happened once, and I don't know if it will happen again," I said before thinking. And as the words left my mouth, I watched Jessi's expression morph from conciliatory to furious.

"Well, I don't know if any of this will happen again either, Mark," she snapped as she got out of bed.

"You brought her up," I protested, although I knew it was a losing argument.

"Yes, I did. That was stupid. But you talking about her was just as stupid. Now you're not getting my mouth or my ass."

"So I guess this is turnabout for yesterday morning?" I asked.

"If you want to see it that way," the blonde shrugged. "I don't. You did it to me on purpose to get what you want. I'm just pissed."

"I'm sorry, Jessica," I said, standing and moving toward her, arms outstretched for a hug. "I spoke thoughtlessly."

"Why do you fucking do that," the twenty-year-old said, moving away from me. "You only call me 'Jessica' when you're trying to placate me."

"I called you 'Jessica' earlier, several times," I replied, my arms now at my sides.

"Only because I asked you to. You never do otherwise. That's her fucking name to you. I'm only worthy of that when you know you've fucked up."