Vicky and I moved in together right after high school was over. Our plan was to go to college, but we needed to save some money first. We found a basement apartment on the edge of town. It was crap, but it was our crap, and we were happy to have our own place.
It was a two-bedroom place and we soon discussed taking in a roommate. We figured two rents would help us save up faster.
The roommate we decided on was a friend from school. Her name was Jess.
When I say friend, I should probably clarify, she was really a friend of a friend. She dated a James, our friend, so I guess she was part of our group.
The reason I need to clarify that will make more sense soon.
Jess moved in and started complaining on the first day. Vicky and I would buy groceries and work hard at not wasting money. Right away, Jess wanted a shelf in the fridge to herself. Did she want to make her own meals? No, she wanted to eat with us, but still have her own stuff. Food budgeting became a push and pull exercise over who had to pay for what. For example, grilled cheese dinner. She would chip in for the cheese, the bread, but not the ketchup as that was already there and a condiment.
I know this sound petty, but it was just the beginning. Jess was annoying. She just had something about her that wore on you. She would clean her mess, but not really contribute to keeping the overall place clean.
When we did laundry, she had 'just a couple of pieces' and 'would we mind including them with our load. By the time we had her 'couple of pieces' we were into a second washer and double the cost. The problem was the 2/3 and 1/3 ratio. We always had more because we were two people. She would manipulate this fact to save money.
Even now I am having a hard time putting my finger squarely on what annoyed me about her. The big thing, that I guess added to everything else, her family was loaded. She wasn't working her ass off like Vicky and I; she got an allowance. She was planning on going to school once summer was over, but for now, she just hung out at home and always seemed under foot. It was the allowance that made us choose her as a roommate, more dependable income. We should have through it through more.
Vicky always told me I was too critical and sensitive. She admitted she wasn't fond of Jess, but she didn't hate her. I think she liked having another woman to hang out with as we were a little far from our friends and hang-out spots.
There was one other reason I didn't like Jess, she cheated on her boyfriend. The first time I caught her was at a party we held. James couldn't make it as he had to work. I saw her getting cozy with another guy at the party. I watched as they snuck away from everyone and back to her room. Not long after her boyfriend called to say he had finished work and to see how she was. I felt sorry for James. It wasn't my place to tell on Jess, and it might fuck up our living arrangement, so I bit my tongue. Tonight, tonight I was a little tipsy and loaded up with 'don't give a fuck'.
I talked to James for a moment and then told him to hang-on. This was the day of cordless house phones. I walked straight to Jess' room, opened the door and tossed the phone at her.
"James, for you!" I announced.
Jess was straddled over her conquest, fully impaled. I could actually make out his cock pushed up inside of her. Her hand covered the boy's mouth, and she grabbed the phone off the bed. She couldn't really do much else, she was stuck where she was.
I stood and watched for a moment, mostly morbid curiosity as to what she might say.
"Hey baby," She started, "how are you doing."
She was sweet as honey while at the same time giving me the finger and mouthing that I should 'fuck off'.
I closed the door and shook my head. I am, and was, a very sex positive person. However, at that point only a couple of descriptions came to mind for Jess, non flattering.
Adding to my frustration was a little tension between Vicky and me. We didn't have an open relationship, but we had experiences occasionally. We had threesomes. I had been allowed a fling here and there. I didn't really know everything Vicky got up to. She had some friends from Work, and they all seemed to be male. She was always a little flirty. She was the one who told dirty jokes and giggle when someone made a comment about her tits.
She said she was faithful and would share with me anything that happened. It was one of our rules, we had to get permission first and never lie. I believed her, but there was part of me that felt a little jealous if she was late from work or went out without me.
One night, Vicky and Jess had gone out to a party. I was working late and, by the time I was finished, it was too late to head over.
They came in the door about an hour after I got home. Right away I knew they were both a few drinks in. They were laughing and giggling a bit too loud.
I was in an annoyed mood; a little bit of jealousy was present as Vicky had been drinking at a party. Drinking made her horny. Great when I was there, distrust fuel when I wasn't.
Jess walked right over to me and grabbed the sides of my face.
"Don't be angry," she said, "She was a good girl, I promise."
I knew what her promises meant so that didn't help. In fact, I wondered why she felt she had to tell me that, was she covering for Vicky? Jess had a strange look about her and was eyeing up and down.
"I know something you don't know." Came a sing-song voice from across the room.
"Shut up bitch!" Jess called back, she was obviously intoxicated.
"Jess thinks your hot!" Vicky blurted out.
"Fuck off!" Jess yelled covering her face in embarrassment.
"What?" Vicky went on, "He is hot and has a great cock!"
Vicky looked at me and then at Jess.
"Kiss her," Vicky told me, "She wants you to kiss her."
I looked back at Jess, and she stood there not disagreeing any more. Jess took a step closer hoping I would accept the offer. I leaned in and gave her a passionate kiss. Not because I was interested, but to annoy Vicky. After it was over, I sat back down to watching TV like nothing happened. Jess just stood there swooning.
"See," said Vicky, "you made her panties wet."
Jess flipped her the bird half heartily, but there was a smile that showed Vicky wasn't far from the truth.
Jess knelt next to me. Looking over I studied her for a minute. She looked so submissive, like she was waiting for my next move. I turn toward her and gave her another deep kiss. This time I reached out and squeezed her breast. She groaned and nibbled my bottom lip. She was hot and bothered. Almost at once I saw this as a turn-on. It isn't every day a women seemed to be completely powerless to your charms. I reached under her shirt and pushed up her bra. Her tits were small, and the bra was more for covering her nipples that being needed for support. I pinched her nipple a little harder than I probably should have, and she let out a squeak.
Looking over at Vicky she just shook her head at me and smiled. I had wanted to make her jealous, now I need to ask for permission if I wanted things to go further.
I thought I would see about pushing my limits a little. Worse outcome is I would be called a pig and told off.
"Hey Vicky," I started, "would it be ok if Jess sucked my cock?"
