The Jack Off Sessions Ch. 05: Brent and James have a guest.
Brent and James sat side by side on the small couch in the dark basement. The blush of light from the television illuminated their nude bodies. The image on the screen was graphic. Sweating bodies gyrated, lips sucked, tongues licked, breasts bounced, hard cocks slipped in and out of wet pussies and open mouths. The two, in the privacy of their secret clearing, stroked their well lubricated erections at a steady pace, completely ignoring the television, watching as the girl disrobed in front of them.
Part 1.
Earlier.
The hot summer sun was reason enough for the girls to wear their bikinis throughout the afternoon. At the grill, Brent flipped burger patties with Claire at his side, sitting on the tabletop a foot away. She explained what classes she was taking in college and what life was like in the dorms as he listened intently. In the water, James and Allison floated on the surface, chatting about television.
It was a nice day.
"Well, I liked it." Allison said, slowly paddling her hands in the cool water. She wore a small white bikini that barely fit. With such a petite frame, her body seemed almost exaggerated. Her large natural breasts jiggled with every movement. Her thin waist flared out to very feminine hips. Her bare feet dangled in the water. Like James, she lounged in a floating pool chair wearing sunglasses, enjoying the warm sun.
"Yeah. I mean, it was good, but I was expecting a little more. They left a 'lotta loose ends." James replied. Through his tinted lenses he studied Allison's body. He found it hard to maintain his concentration on the conversation with his erection throbbing beneath the thin material of his swimming trunks. It was all he could do from reaching down and squeezing his aching cock to relieve some of the pressure.
"That's what I liked about it. Those loose ends... I dunno, it give it some life after the end. Ya know?" Allison answered, adjusting the strap of her bikini top. She watched James as he struggled to ignore the tent in his shorts. She stifled a smile and brushed imaginary lint from her breasts, her nipples stiffening with contact. She almost laughed as James's mouth fell open. It was almost cartoonish, in a cute way.
"Food's ready." Claire announced, hopping to her feet. Standing next to Brent, she found herself incredibly attracted to him. Aside from the obvious physical chemistry, she found him incredibly charming and sweet. He genuinely seemed interested in her, which was a change of pace from the guys she normally found herself paired up with. However, his almost platonic attention to her, despite their recent short but intense sexual history, made her want him even more. She figured the obliviousness he displayed must be an act. But, that was fine. She can play along if he likes, she thought.
With her back to him, overlooking the pool, she brushed the seat of her black bikini bottoms then rested her hands on her hips as her brother and her roommate climbed out. She wanted Brent to notice. Her long legs lead to a perfectly formed ass that she worked hard at keeping in shape. Hours at the gym ensured that wearing anything form fitting or skin exposing, drew attention, and she knew it.
As Allison and James made their way out of the pool, Claire turned her head back to Brent. He was watching her. His eyes looked over her slowly, taking in every inch. From her bare feet, up her calves to her thighs, pausing on her ass, up following her smooth back to the strap of her bikini top, her slender arm, sun-kissed shoulder, the curve of her breast as she turned to him. Her beautiful face, her blue eyes, a smile growing on her lips. She was watching him watch her. He froze. She closed the gap, snatched the tongs from him hands, and raised her eyebrows. "Checking me out, huh?" She whispered while making her way back to the grill.
Brent stood embarrassed, excited, horny. She caught him looking, plain and simple. Considering the things they did together in the past two days, this was innocent. Still, it was difficult for him to accept the speed and intensity of everything happening, and he was still not quite comfortable with how everything was unfolding.
His mind swam with the memory of her anonymously giving him oral through the glory hole at the adult bookstore the day before, waking him from sleep the next morning, kissing him, feeding him her breasts, all while Allison took her turn between his legs. Later, inexplicably, making out with his neighbor Jennie and cumming all over her. The image of her nude body glistening with his seed, the sleepy satisfied look in her eyes brought his erection to fullness. Now, here he was back in the company of these two bikini clad girls, poolside. The last few days had been crazy, unexpected, and otherwise unbelievable. His penis throbbed between his legs.
"Dude, how about that burger?" James asked breaking the spell, snapping Brent out of his daze. James smiled, looked over at the girls helping themselves, and returned his eyes to Brent. "Dude." He whispered. He shook his head and they joined the girls at the grill.
The rest of the afternoon went on without a hitch. The four enjoyed burgers poolside along with cold drinks. The conversation never strayed from safe topics. Aside from a handful of lingering looks, it was as if they were just a group of friends hanging out. Completely innocent.
Part 2.
"Great view." Virginia said. Standing at her bedroom window wearing a black tank top and tight gray leggings. She looked as if ready for yoga class. Her naturally fire red hair was pulled into a ponytail, accentuating her high cheekbones, full lips, and bright green eyes.
Like Jennie, she was lean, but well proportioned. Unlike Jennie, she was much more comfortable with her maturing physique. This resulted in a sexuality that contrasted directly with Jennie's appearance of youthful innocence. With every developing curve, Virginia experimented with increasingly sexy outfits. It seemed as if now almost every article of clothing she wore enhanced her figure in some way. Today was no exception.
"I just wish I could hear what they're saying." Jennie mumbled, cupping her hands at the window and leaning into them. She smelled freshly scrubbed. Her long auburn hair was still somewhat damp from a recent shower and she still retained the scent of shampoo.
Down below, by the pool of Virginia's back yard neighbor, Brent and James mingled with two gorgeous girls. After an in depth dissection of what they observed, Jennie and Virginia deduced that the blonde was James's sister Claire. The brunette, however was still a mystery to them. Jennie did not know what to think.
Despite practically growing up together, the bond Brent and Jennie once shared in youth had dissolved over time. Still, he remained her neighbor, classmate, and until this morning, a platonic friend in public, and an impossible crush in private. Until this morning... she would have only daydreamed about luring him into her room, stripping down to her panties, and making out with him to climax on her bed.
The scene playing in her head made her skin tingle. His breath on her mouth. Their tongues intertwining. His naked body pressed against hers. His arms holding her close. The desire to pull the fabric of her thin panties aside to let him inside her. Again and again, her engorged clit feeling the pressure and friction of his movements. The growing warmth of her body intensified with the thought of her nipples in his mouth, spreading her legs for him, wet, throbbing...
She caught herself moan audibly and snapped to the present. Her left hand was kneading a breast under her shirt. Her right hand was rubbing her pussy through her shorts. Virginia was watching her, mouth ajar.
"Oh my god Jennie. Seriously?" Virginia chuckled, obviously amused.
"Sorry." Jennie blushed as she attempted to compose herself. She fell back onto Virginia's bed. Her blue cotton running shorts were tight on her crotch, a hint of moisture in the crease. Virginia watched as Jennie's breasts jiggled under the thin fabric of her gray tee shirt as she rubbed her eyes. Her nipples were very hard.
Part 3.
Claire stepped away from the others to take a phone call. The table was littered with plates, crumbled napkins, and melted ice in empty glasses. Allison, Brent, and James shared stories of their youthful indiscretions. They laughed and joked, not knowing they were being watched. Claire finally returned, phone in hand.
"Well, it looks like Allison and I are going to be heading out for a little bit." She said, setting the phone on the table and taking a seat next to her.
"Where to?" Brent asked.
"We ran into some friends from high school at the supermarket. Remember Ashley and Lindsey?" She asked.
Ashley, Lindsey, and Claire were a trio in high school. "BFF's" they liked to say. Once they graduated, Ashley left for a stint in Europe, Lindsey to college on the East coast, and Claire began her life at the local university. As time passed, they moved on to other endeavors, but running into each other, it was only natural that they would want to at least hang out and catch up.
"They wanna take us out for drinks. You guys gonna be okay for a couple of hours?" She asked.
"Yeah, sure." James said.
"You two coming back?" Brent asked. He locked eyes with Claire, then looked away. By the time the words left his lips, he realized how lame it sounded.
"Yeah, it should only be a couple of hours or so. Why? You gonna miss me?" She joked.
He blushed.
