After Jessi left, I spent the rest of New Year's day alternating between trying to read the novel I had started reading the day before and pondering her parting request that I think about whether she alone could be enough for me. Of course, I knew that what she was really asking me was to consider ending my friends-with-benefits relationship with Jessika.
As the afternoon and then the evening wore on, I came to understand that I had no idea what I was going to do, mainly because I could not decide on what I really wanted. At the beginning of the fall semester, I had decided that my divorce the year prior and my subsequent new outlook on life afforded me the chance to follow through if an opportunity presented itself. Taking such an opportunity with a student was something I had only done once before, and that had been prior to my marriage. Jessika had given me an opportunity beyond anything for which I could have hoped, and we had both taken advantage of that opportunity at the end of the semester.
What I had not anticipated was the complication of Jessi. Yes, I had been fascinated with the slender blonde all semester, and I had tried to learn more about her as class went on, but I had never intended to be involved with both women. However, when Jessi had propositioned me after the semester was over, I had not been able to resist her offer. At this point, though, I knew that what I had thought would probably be just a sexual relationship with the younger woman had since turned into a relationship that looked like it was progressing to be more than either of us had expected.
And because I had not expected to find myself in a situation in which I would be torn between the two women, I had no idea how to proceed. Jessika's friendship, as well as the intensity of our sexual relationship, was not something I wanted to give up. But I could not deny my feelings for Jessi, nor her feelings for me. Even if I did not have to decide anything right away, I knew I could not keep being intimate with both of my paramours without hurting the young blonde woman.
At about 11:00pm, I accepted that I was not going to resolve my dilemma that night and decided to go to bed. When I did so, I expected that my uncertainty would keep me up. However, I must have fallen asleep right away because the next thing I knew, morning light was streaming in past the blinds. I thought that I might have had a dream or two during the night, but there was nothing I could remember, and I felt well rested.
As I looked at the side of the bed on which Jessi had slept just the night before, I was also a bit surprised to find some clarity about my problem. It would be difficult to end things with Jessika, and I did have some concern that it was crazy to pursue a more than just physical relationship with someone twenty-four years younger than I was, but I knew I wanted to keep Jessi in my life
With a course of action in mind, I happily went about my day. I finished reading the novel, and I created and revised many of the exercises I planned to use for me classes in the coming spring semester. I also answered several emails, and I even made what I expected to be the final revisions on the story I had let Jessi read. Throughout the day, Jessi and I texted back and forth a few times, but we did not touch on anything serious, and I did not tell her about the decision I had reached that morning.
My only concern, and I pushed it away each time it occurred to me throughout the day, was telling Jessika what I had decided. I genuinely liked the brunette, and I did not want to lose her as a friend. I was hoping her assurances that she did not feel anything for me but friendship were true, as that would make all of this easier. However, I was somewhat worried she might be upset about an abrupt ending to the sexual part of our friendship, especially since I knew she did not entirely approve of my relationship with the younger woman.
I had texted Jessika that morning, to see when she was coming back, but I had not heard from her all day. I suspected she might have decided to stay an extra day with her family, so I did not really think about it again until my phone rang at just after 6:00pm. The caller ID showed Jessika's cell phone number.
"Hey Jessika," I answered the phone.
"Are you home?" she asked.
"I am," I replied, somewhat taken aback by her abrupt manner.
"Are you alone?" she followed up.
"Yes," I confirmed.
"Great! I am walking up to your door now," Jessika informed me before ending the call.
I was looking at the "call terminated" message on my phone when there was a knock on my door. Setting the phone down on my desk, I hurried from my home office and toward the front door. As I strode through the hall and then the living room, I tried to formulate what I would tell Jessika. I would have liked more time to plan it all out, but she was here now, so I had to tell her something.
When I opened the door, seeing Jessika torpedoed all my plans. The curvy brunette was smiling up at me, her gray eyes smoldering. As my eyes travelled down her body, I saw that she was wearing a light brown leather jacket over an emerald green scoop-necked sweater, which of course revealed an impressive amount of cleavage; light blue jeans that hugged every curve of her legs and buttocks; and thigh-high boots that matched her jacket.
"Hi Mark," Jessika said, drawing my eyes back up to her lovely face. I stared at her smile a bit - I had somehow forgotten how sensuous her full lips were - before meeting her eyes, which were shining with amusement and perhaps something else as well.
"Hi Jessika," I finally said.
"May I come in?" she asked with a flutter of her eyelids.
I laughed and motioned her inside. Jessika stepped in, making sure to brush up against me as she did so. I closed the door behind her, and when I turned around, I discovered she was only standing a foot or two away from me. Without intending to, I dropped my eyes to her cleavage, drinking in the expanse of slightly tanned skin on display while also thinking about what was not on display. Any resolve I had to go through with ending the sexual part of my relationship with the thirty-one-year-old woman dissipated as my penis began to harden.
"Um, Mr. Warner," Jessika laughed. "My eyes are up here."
Looking up again, I saw the brunette was smirking. I felt myself grinning at her as I decided the teasing could go both ways.
"And what cute eyes they are too, Squeaker," I informed her.
"I think I've told you before not to call me cute," Jessika snarled, but her eyes were smiling. "Or Squeaker, for that matter."
"But you are cute," I pushed on. "Especially your breasts. You have really cute boobs."
The brunette's eyes narrowed, and she took a step closer, so that we were nearly touching. She put her hands up to the sides of her bosom and pushed it up, revealing even more of her skin, as well as the edge of a black bra, in the process.
"My boobs are not cute," she scolded me. "They are, from what you have told me, magnificent."
"Yes they are," I agreed before leaning down and kissing as much of her exposed flesh as I could.
Jessika moaned, let go of her breasts, grabbed my head with both hands, and held my face to her cleavage. I put my hands on her waist and then ran them up her sides until I could feel the swell of her chest. Moving my hands to the front of her torso, I began massaging her bosom even as I kissed up to her neck. The brunette moaned again when my fingers found her hard nipples through the layers of sweater and bra.
"They are also very cute," I added, as I raised my head up, so that my lips were next to her ear.
When she opened her mouth to protest, I kissed her hard, forcing my tongue into her mouth. After a heartbeat, Jessika kissed me back with just as much vigor, her fingers intertwined in my hair.
When we broke our kiss, I whispered, "Your pussy is awfully cute too, Squeaker."
