Little White Lies Ch 06

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There are a few more perspective changes than normal. This is to show that the two protagonist's don't always know 100% what is actually going on with each other, and heighten the excitement and taboo nature of the story.

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Little White Lies

Chapter 6

Jessie

Visions of rippling flesh squeezed down on his hard shaft filled her head as she played the scene over and over in her head. Smiling, she shivered as she thought about how incredible Don's cock had felt as he'd taken her there in the kitchen. The look on his face...

She smiled uncontrollable, then shivered, standing with Erin in the bathroom as the girl waited for an explanation. Images filled her thoughts, scenes of how she had been clutching at him, hanging there in his arms as he effortlessly took her. His fucking had been hurried, desperate.

Opening her eyes, she looked at Erin, still shaking and smiling despite the worried look on the other girl's face.

"I honestly don't know what that was," Jessie said. "It... it all happened so quickly."

The blonde had a very concerned look on her face, speaking hesitantly as if afraid to voice her concern. "Did... did he force himself on you?" she asked tentatively.

Jessie smiled, whimpering at the thought of Don doing such a thing, trying to force such thoughts from her mind and to behave, and realized then how very turned on she still was. "God..." she said.

"Hello... Jessie..." Erin said, waving her hand in front of her face.

Smiling, Jessie shook her head. "What? Oh... no... no... he didn't force himself."

The other girl breathed a long sigh of relief. "Well... then you and your boyfriend have a really weird relationship."

Jessie shook her head, wincing at the thought of Dex, the party, and what his dad must be thinking.

"I promise, I'll explain everything when I can," Jessie said. "I've got to do damage control right now though. Can you trust me for now and help me?"

Erin sighed. "Jessie, I know what I saw."

Jessie nodded. "I know. And I'm going to let Dexter know, but just not right now. I don't want to ruin his day."

Erin sighed, hesitating for a long few moments before her expression softened. "What is it you need me to do?"

Smiling, Jessie grinned for a few moments as she looked at her. "I need time to talk to Don so that he doesn't go and confess everything to Dex or like... leave or do something crazy. Can you distract Dexter and the rest and make sure that they don't come looking for us?"

Erin nodded. "Just promise me that you're okay."

Smiling, Jessie turned and stepped close to Erin, pulling her surprised friend up against her and kissing her before she knew what was happening, then letting her slide back against the wall. "I've never been better," she said.

Erin, a little flustered, stepped away from the wall and then around Jessie. "Are you sure?" she asked, walking to the door and turning.

Jessie nodded. "I'll explain as soon as I can, I promise."

Erin didn't look completely convinced as she left, but Jessie couldn't worry about that. Turning, she followed Erin out, but went upstairs instead of back outside.

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Dexter

As he turned, seeing Jessie hobble inside supported by his dad, he smirked at their shared nudity and how odd it would seem to other people, but how normal it felt for the party. He glanced around and smiled at the nubile nude women that were laughing and talking. Some of them had their bathing suits back on, or a towel around them, and noted Lacey among that number. He'd gotten a good look at the newcomer when she'd been in the pool, and admired her muscular, lithe form. She was definitely an athlete of some kind or grew up on a farm judging by her accent and thin physique. Still, her tits were spectacular, and he stared as much as he figured he was allowed to. She was here with Ronnie, though, and Dexter kept his hands to himself.

As he watched the folks having fun, he turned and he saw Blake and Sandy talking quietly with Donna standing near them. Blake was smiling widely, and he could only guess as to what kind of shit Donna was saying to the two of them. Sandy was a gorgeous redhead, and he'd only seen her with her clothes on during the party. From what Alec had said though, it was a routine occurrence for her to be nude.

She'd been more attractive at the party that he'd met her at, but she was gregarious and extremely drunk at the time. Seeing her today, he felt a little bad thinking that she wasn't anything special, but still, a nude woman was a nude woman, and he looked as much as he could. Smiling, he confirmed that she was a natural redhead by the fiery triangle of hair between her legs.

He turned, seeing John talking with Eric and Vicky, and started to head over, thinking that he might need to rescue them. Stopping at the grill, he listened to the three talking quietly.

"Yeah, I've always just kind of rolled with it," John said, uncharacteristically speaking in a normal tone of voice and not laying on the thick "redneck" drawl that he seemed to like to adopt.

Vicky smiled, nodding at him. "We've adjusted well," she said, smiling up at her husband.

Smiling, he sensed that he didn't need to rescue anyone, and set the burners to the lowest setting so the food would stay warm while they waited for Don and Jessie to reappear.

He smiled, seeing Erin come back from inside. She looked a little nervous, but as gorgeous as ever as she came over. She'd taken the liberty of pulling a towel around herself when the game had ended, and she came over to stand near him.

Hearing a ruckus, he saw Ronnie throwing Lacey in the pool again, and smirked, seeing Donna pull Blake and Sandy toward the water as well. Alec, Vicky, Eric, and John all joined them shortly, and he was left alone with Erin.

"So how do you like your party?" she asked.

He shrugged. "It's pretty fun," he said. "I love that it's clothing optional."

She smiled. "Getting a good look at things?" she asked.

He shrugged, blatantly looking down at her. "Most things at least."

She smirked, looking up at him as he pointedly looked at her body. "You know, I was naked in the pool earlier."

He shrugged. "Oh I noticed."

"What? Didn't you didn't get enough then?" she asked.

He smirked. "Just because I saw it then, doesn't mean I don't want to keep looking."

She smiled, shaking her head. He followed her gaze as she turned, looking at the group in the pool. He smiled, waving at one of the group that was beckoning him to come in.

"I'll be in in a minute," he called. "I'm just watching the meat."

"So, what did you think of Jessie's gift?" she asked.

He smiled. "It's just like her," he said. "I mean, she's very impulsive, but it was really sexy. Did you go with her?"

Erin smiled, shaking her head. "No, it was just as much of a surprise to me."

He chuckled.

She turned, putting her arms on the bar and leaning on it easily, Dexter coming up beside her as they watched the others play.

"So, are you enjoying the scenery?" she asked, looking over at him.

He smiled, glancing back and looking at her towel covered butt.

"Hell yes," he said. "Still, it could use some adjusting."

She smirked. "I meant the other girls in the pool," she said, looking back at him.

"Sorry, I just can't see anything else right now," he joked.

She smiled, shaking her head at him. "And you like what you see?" she asked.

He chuckled, stepping back and moving directly behind her. She didn't move, surprisingly, and he saw her lean forward a little, the move drawing the towel up and over the bottom of her butt, exposing the edge of her pussy.

"I do. I really... really do."

She turned, smiling at him. Glancing back, she grinned at him, then turned to look at the people in the pool. Looking a little nervous, she seemed to be waiting for them all to be distracted. As soon as they were, she turned and winked at him, then dropped down below the bar.

"I guess you deserve a little bit of a present just for yourself," she said, smiling widely as she looked up at him. "Just don't tell my boyfriend."

Dexter grinned, seeing the gorgeous woman pull the towel off. She looked down and brushed a stray thread from the towel from her chest, but then glancing behind him for a moment to make sure that no one was around. Seemingly satisfied that no one was, she reached up and cupped both of her perky breasts and jiggled them playfully. Dropping his towel, he groaned lowly, voicing his pleasure as his cock bounced upward substantially.

"Jesus," she said, her eyes locking on the organ as it hung menacingly between his legs, slowly sliding upward to stick directly out from his body. "Keep an eye out for us," she said, smiling up at him, her eyes immediately dropping back down to his cock.

Dexter nodded, looking back at the pool and seeing the group splashing around. Donna was up on John's shoulders and the two were having a chicken fight with Blake and Sandy as Alec and the others watched.

Glancing back down, he smiled and nodded. "They're playing chicken," he said.

Erin grinned, spreading her legs a little and looking up at his cock. He didn't intend to actually do anything with the gorgeous young blonde but he didn't see the harm in indulging her whims.

Movement from near the pool caught his eye, and he saw Lacey hop out and come walking over, naked as the day she was born. Ronnie watched her walking over and then laughed as he turned back to the fun in the pool.

"Hey handsome," Lacey said. "Mind getting me a drink?"

Dexter had immediately stepped forward, Erin sliding backward to hide up under the edge of the bar as Lacey stepped up.

"Hey," he said, smiling. "What are you drinking?"

She smiled and told him what she was having, her eyes glancing down. "Are you hiding that big dick back there where we can't enjoy it?" she asked.

He chuckled. "No, just waiting on my pop to come back out to take care of the food," he said, fixing her her drink.

"I'll be happy to fix your meat," she said, smiling widely. He chuckled, shaking his head as he turned.

"I walked into that one," he said. He couldn't help but wonder how close his cock was to Erin's face, and sighed deeply as he thought about feeling her warm lips on the head of his cock.

She smiled, cocking her hip and chewing at her lip. "Having issues?" she asked. "I'd love to see them."

Dexter smiled. "I'm definitely having issues, but Ronnie is watching," he said, nodding toward the pool.

Lacey smirked. "He doesn't want to see your cock," she said. "Just... step back a bit."

Chuckling at her, he did as she asked and stepped back.

"God," she said. "I'm not a size queen by any means, but that just looks like a challenge," she said. He watched as she subconsciously licked her lips, her eyes seemingly studying the length and breadth of his cock. "I better go cool off in the pool before that thing gets me in trouble," she said, sighing deeply.

Dexter didn't respond, but did move back over to the grill, then smirked down at Erin who had much the same expression on her face as Lacey had. She was still staring at his cock, standing mostly erect, but hanging down a bit, though it still looked he could beat someone to death with it.

"It's all clear if you want to stand," he said, smiling widely at her.

She smiled, looking up at him, then back down at his cock for another stare, then finally stood and pulled the towel around her. Gently chewing at her lip, she looked at him, then down at his cock, then back up again.

*****

Jessie

Taking a few deep breaths to steel her resolve, Jessie stepped out of the bathroom and went upstairs as Erin went outside.

Don was sitting on his bed, his head in his hands as she quietly stepped into the room. Closing the door behind her, she locked it and went over to him.

"Don..." she said.

He shook his head. "No... don't."

Jessie frowned. "Don..."

He shook his head again. "I just... I want you to know that I'm sorry. I'll explain everything to my son."

Jessie smiled, rolling her eyes. "Don... listen to me."

He sighed, shaking his head. "I can't believe I just did that..."

Jessie sighed and pushed him back on the bed, straddling him and forcing him to look directly into her eyes. He tried to make room for her by scooting back at first, but she shook her head and mounted his thighs anyway, his hands behind his back propping up his torso. She looked directly at his face, studying his eyes and his expression for a moment.

"Papa, I want you to listen to me," she said, wriggling a bit to get situated. She definitely felt his cock against her so-recently-used pubic region, but it was hidden by a pair of boxers that he'd slid on, so she felt safe that there wouldn't be any accidents. "Look at me, Don," she told him. He reluctantly did as she asked, and she could see the shame he was feeling.

"I know how much I've been teasing you," she said. "I'm not stupid. I know exactly what effect I have on men. That's a big part of why I love your son so much. He's very understanding of my needs and my personal issues. Sometimes I just can't help myself and I get carried away when I'm flirting and having fun. It's... just something that happens. People tend to pick up on how easy going and affectionate I can be, and they get carried away too."

Don shook his head but didn't move her off of him. She figured he might be afraid to touch her, and a wave of sympathy washed through her as she realized that he probably thought he'd just raped her.

"Don, listen to me. I'm the one that walks around your house nude. I made you jerk off for me, twice! I purposefully do things to turn you on because I like making you happy. Men like to have sex and look at sexy women, and I love knowing that you get excited thinking about fucking me."

He was still looking at her, but it was clear that he didn't think it was her fault.

She sighed as she looked at him. "You've thought about fucking me before, haven't you?"

He didn't answer.

"Just answer the question," she said. "You've thought about fucking me."

He sighed hard, looking a little perturbed at her for pressing him for an answer. "Yes."

She smiled. "I know you have, Don," she said. "That's honestly the point. Men are supposed to jerk off to women that they want to fuck. I mean... isn't that the whole idea? I'm sorry to have pushed things so far that you couldn't control yourself, but I have to say, that's kind of what I do that gets me into trouble. I just... do things and don't really consider the consequences."

He sighed. "Jessie... I forced myself into you."

She sighed, moaning softly as she remembered the act, how forceful and sudden it had been. She'd briefly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, he was looking at her strangely.

"Don't you know how hard I came when you were fucking me? Don, if you had asked me, I probably would have let you, regardless," she said.

He looked at her incredulously. "You'd cheat on my son so easily?"

She giggled and rolled her eyes. "God, men can be so picky and dense sometimes. Of course I wouldn't! Cheating would be me staying the night and making love to you for hours," she said. "A little harmless flirting isn't cheating."

Don looked like he didn't believe her. "Are you nuts?"

She giggled. "No. I just don't see the big deal about things like that. So, we had a little flirty penetration and you came inside me. You had to have felt me cumming too, so where was the harm in it all?"

"I just fucked my son's girlfriend," Don said, matter-of-factly.

He sighed. "So, you let all the guys you know do this?"

Frowning, she shook her head. "Of course not," she replied. "Don't be insulting."

He shook his head. "I'm not trying to sound insulting, but you just said that you don't mind a little harmless flirting penetration."

She forced herself not to stay offended at him and smirked. "Don, you and Dexter are just about the only men that have been inside my pussy. There was another, but that was before I met y'all."

"Jessie, I get that your idea of being flirtatious is... broad to say the least, but there's a difference in and nude swim together and me hammer-fucking you up against the refrigerator."

She smiled, closing her eyes as his description of the event brought back pleasant memories. "I get that," she said. "I'm not saying that what happened is the same. I'm saying that I know that my ideas about what are acceptable when I flirt with someone are not the same as most people's. That's what has caused us to have this... delightful little dalliance."

"Dalliance?" he asked, looking flabbergasted.

"Well, that was the nicest sounding word I could think of," she said with a shrug.

"And you still don't think that's a big deal?" he asked. He sounded like he was getting a little more irritated by the second.

She shrugged. "I just don't get hung up on all the little details. It's all harmless flirting fun to me," she said. "I don't flirt like this with anyone else, of course. I know that it might not seem right to you. I'm saying... it was my fault. I pushed you to it. Please don't think that you like... raped me or anything," she said, smirking and rolling her eyes. "Honestly, the chances were pretty good that it was going to happen to us sooner or later, now that I think about it."

Don looked like he couldn't get his head around the concept.

"Look, can you at least accept that I'm a flirty girl and I like to have fun?" she asked.

He sighed, nodding.

"Okay, so if you can accept that, then accept that your son knows how much fun I can be, and how much I like to flirt with other boys and girls."

Don nodded after a long silence.

"So, when does it become your responsibility to change how I behave or how your son and I exist in our relationship?"

He looked at her then, a little surprised. "I wasn't..."

"Yes, you were," she said. "You don't think that what I do is right, or proper. You think it makes me a bad person."

"No..." he said. "I never..."

"You think what we just did makes you a bad person, so what does that say about me?" she asked.

"Jessie... I didn't mean..."

"Don, I like being who I am. I like being flirty and fun and enjoying life! So... you lost control and shoved your cock in me. So what! Did you enjoy it?"

He sighed. "That's not the point..."

"Did you enjoy it?" she repeated, trying not to grow any more irritated than she was.

"Of course I did," he said loudly.

"So, what's the problem then? I enjoyed it, you enjoyed it. When I tell Dex about it, he's going to be so turned on that he'll probably fuck me into a coma."

Don laughed at the imagery, despite his obvious attempt to stop himself from doing so. "Jessie... it's not about that..."

She sighed. "Don, I'm not going to stop flirting with you, unless you or Dex ask me to. I'm just not. Your son hasn't outright told me to take care of you in this manner, but he's alluded to it a few times, and so I've been doing my best to do so. I know that you like the way I look, and I've been doing it in the hope that that I'm making you jerk off more so that you don't get all pent up and frustrated. It only works if you take advantage of the opportunity I'm providing. You're an incredibly handsome man, you've got a spectacular cock, and you spend all of your time moping around the house or working. There are women out there that would kill for a chance at a great guy like you."

He sighed again, but she could see the smile on the edges of his mouth at her description of him. "I just don't know that I'm going to be able to be okay with my son's girlfriend as a sexual object."

She giggled. "Well, that's exactly what I am. I'm not your daughter. I'm not your girlfriend. I'm your...sexual object. So... objectify me."