BSC09 the Fall and Rise of Jared ReznikChapter 14 Jared s Kind Offer
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“C’mon,” Jess urged me, pulling me into a tight embrace, “pour your heart out. What’s happened?”
“I – I’ve.” I hiccuped between sobs, unable to formulate the words to describe my misery. Instead, I buried my head into my best friend’s shoulder and cried some more.
It took me a few minutes of having my back rubbed soothingly to get my composure back, but finally, the tears subsided and I slowly extricated myself from her embrace, wiped my eyes and nose and took a deep breath.
“I’ve been kicked from college. Thrown out of the dorm. I’m broke, and I can’t go home.” There it was, out in the open.
Jess’ eyes got wide. “Oh my! However did you manage that, Breanne?” But before the question could sink in, she backtracked. “I’m sorry, I’m so insensitive. Forget the question, let’s sit down comfortably, then we can talk.”
With that, she pulled me across the living room, my overnight bag forgotten next to the door, and pushed me softly onto the plush black leather couch. I let myself get steered by her, everything had happened just hours ago, and I was still wrapped in a bubble of surreality.
Jess was already halfway across the room again. “Something to drink?”
“A bottle of whiskey. A coke will do too.” Well, at least I hadn’t lost my humor.
“Coming right up.”
While I could hear Jess rummaging in the kitchen, I looked around the room and thought about our strange relationship. We had both started out college together, business studies, and shared a dorm room for the first half year. We had gotten on quite well, even though she was a bit overbearing and controlling, but we had quickly settled into a routine, with me doing the cleaning and cooking, and her the shopping and taking care of both our schedules. Until, one evening after a party, she had kissed me. On the mouth, tongue and all. And her hands had squeezed my boobs. At first, I had been so perplexed that I simply let her, but then I had pushed her away, and we ended up having our first and last major row. She moved into a separate room two days later.
The clinking of glasses on the coffee table pulled me from my memories. One stood in front of me, a long drink glass with a straw that contained, guessing by the opacity of the content, not only coke.
“I was only joking about the whiskey, you know.”
She plopped down next to me. “I know, but I think you’re still in shock. Alcohol won’t make it better, but it’ll be over quicker. Let’s drink, to shitty days and best friends!”
She had turned partially towards me, and I took in her appearance for the first time. She was wearing tight, dark brown leather pants and an equally form fitting spaghetti top, neon green and showing a lot of skin above and below it. Since she had dropped out of college, she had her hair cropped short and dyed fire engine red. It made her look pale, but somehow fit her. It certainly mirrored her fiery personality.
She cleared her throat, breaking me from my musings, and I picked up my own glass and clinked it against hers. “To really, really shitty days and the only real friend I have.”
I shouldn’t have said that, even if it was true and Jess was aware of it. But it brought home the misery of my existence. I quickly drew a big gulp from the straw and almost spat it out again. The mixture was far heavier than any whiskey-cola I had had before.
“Gosh,” I protested, “do you want to make me pass out on your couch after a single glass?”
The suggestive smile on her lips betrayed the innocent tone of her voice. “Perhaps?”
I sighed. After our row, she had never completely stopped teasing me.
“I’ll admit that you are the last person I would have expected to get kicked out. Tell me what happened.”
I closed my eyes. This was going to be hard, but I had to be up-front with her. I knew the real story would make its way to her sooner or later, it was surely all over the college by now.
“It – it all started when I met Jeremy. He’s two years older than me, a Junior. We met at a party, a crappy one, and I was just leaving when I bumped into him. He asked me to go for a walk with him, and I agreed. He really looks good, you know, a few inches bigger than me, and he’s a lot into sports, so he’s got a nice body. He’s tanned. And blonde. That spiked haircut, which makes him look a bit rugged. But he’s got a smile to die for.”
Jess was watching me idly, and by the way the left corner of her mouth twitched upward, I could guess that she found my rambling amusing. Still, she did try to hide it.
“Anyway, we hit it off and became an item. We – we had great sex, but after a while he got a bit of a controlling streak, you know.”
“No, I don’t.” Jess was now looking at me intently. Something about the twinkle in her eyes was a bit unsettling, but maybe it was just a trick of the light. “Tell me about it.”
“Well…” My breath grew heavier. I really didn’t want to talk about it, but then, I’d have to tell the worst bit about it anyway. “He liked to tell me what to wear. He made me go out without panties. He -” I closed my eyes, “he made me show my boobs to his friends. And sometimes he would make me cum in the middle of a party.”
“And you liked it.” Jess’ comment wasn’t a question.
“No! Yes! I don’t know…” I hung my head, embarrassed.
“But go on, that’s not the reason you were kicked.”
“But it is. Well, in a way.” I took a few deep breaths. “His last command was that he wanted photographs of me in the faculty room.”
“Photos?”
I nodded. “Naked. Naked and,” my voice grew raspy, and I had to cough, then I whispered, “masturbating.”
Jess’ eyes lit up like fireworks. “Let me get this straight, you broke into the faculty room, and they caught you, little Miss holier-than-thou Breanne Jones, naked and diddling yourself?”
I hid my face behind my hands and nodded.
“Oh! My! God!” She cried. “That’s the craziest thing I’ve heard in… ever!”
“Don’t rub it in!” I protested. “It’s not funny at all!”
“I guess it isn’t, for you,” she conceded. “And your parents?”
“They called them. Told them the whole story, as if I wasn’t eighteen already. You’ve met dad and heard his christian morale sermons. He doesn’t want a sinner polluting his house!”
“Conceited prudish asshole!” Jess took the words right out of my mouth. “What are you going to do now?”
Now came the hardest part, the part I had feared all the way when I had walked the five miles to her house. “I don’t know. I guess I’ll have to find a job and a flat. But I’m broke, even when I have a job, I need some time to save enough money to afford the lease. I – I wanted to ask if I could stay here.”
Jess looked critically at me, I almost could hear the wheels spinning inside her head. “I don’t know,” she said softly.
“Please!” I begged, now wasn’t the time for false pride. “I’ll do anything. I’ll clean, I’ll wash, I’ll do the cooking. Just until I have found a job and saved enough cash for a flat.”
She tilted her head, and I could see an idea forming.
“Know what,” she told me after a few seconds pause, “I’ll ring my girlfriend and ask her what she thinks about it.”
“Girlfriend?” I squeaked.
“Yes, Catherine, Cat. I thought you had met her?”
“I have. I just didn’t…” Now her assault on me made perfect sense and put a different light on the kissing incident. She was a lesbian. “Never mind. I’m sometimes a bit slow on the uptake.”
She giggled. “Who am I to contradict you? I’ll go upstairs to call her, you stay here and watch some tv or listen to some music if you like.”
With that, she vanished up the stairs, and set on the couch, nervous and trembling, trying to work out what I’d do if she sent me away, and coming up empty. I knew I could go home, play the role of the repentant sinner, and they would accept me back. But then I’d have to play the good girl again, and they’d probably ground me for months. I shivered as I thought of the daily lectures I’d have to endure. No, going home was not an option.
I waited for ages for Jess to come back down, and twice I caught myself biting my nails. When she did come back, she wore a radiant smile. “I think I’ve worked something out with Cat,” she announced, “let’s see if you find it agreeable. I’ll be right back.”
She turned to the left and went into the kitchen, only to emerge a few seconds later carrying one of the wooden chair. I was too taken up in my hopeful feelings to question her actions immediately, but once she sat the chair down two feet in front of the couch, I was a bit bewildered.
“Sit on the chair, Bre,” she almost ordered, “then we can talk about you staying with us.”
“But… Why…” Even as I tried to formulate a question, I mechanically rose from the couch, walked the few steps to the chair and sat down awkwardly.
Jess plopped down on the couch right in front of the chair and lounged back, stretching her legs out under the chair, making me spread my own legs to avoid getting hit in the shins.
“Cat and I both agree that you can stay with us,” she told me with a soft smile.
“Oh thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!” I big weight dropped from my shoulders.
“Wait!” She held up a hand, and I had to bite my lip. “You’ll not want to stay once I’m finished. We both agreed that there need to be some stipulations.”
“Stip – stipulations?” I hated myself for sounding like a child the moment the words left my mouth. Sitting so uncomfortably on the wooden chair while she lounged on the couch only added to the feeling.
“Yes, stipulations. I’ll explain them to you, so wait until I’m finished before you say anything. Understood?”
Her voice had developed a harder edge now, something I knew, but which had hardly ever targeted at me. I nodded.
“Good. You’re aware that I’ve been attracted to you when we were rooming together. And I still am.”
My eyes went wide, but I didn’t want to follow the thought of suspicion, so I simply listened.
“But before I get to the point, I need to know something. Are you and that Jeremy still an item?”
Looking down at the floor, I shook my head. “No. I let slip his name, so they interrogated him. He told me he never wants to see me again.” The memory brought fresh tears to my eyes, and I angrily wiped them away.
“Good. It’ll work out better that way.” Jess appeared unmoved by my anguish. “This is the first stipulation: if you want to stay here, keep in mind that your yearning for kinky control has brought you into this situation. So it’s only fair if the same will bring you out of it.”
“But, how…”
“I told you to keep your questions until I’m finished!” Jen snapped at me, and I bit my lip and withered under her angry stare, which she held for a whole minute before her expression softened again.
“As I said, if you need to play kinky control games, you shall have them. You will follow mine and Catherine’s orders as you would have followed Jeremy’s. Nod if you understand that!”
I gulped. A feeling of panic washed through my chest, but then I thought about all the things Jeremy had made me do, and the panic turned into a strange, disconnected state of arousal. I couldn’t believe that this was happening, and I wondered what kinds of things Jess and her girlfriend would make me do. Would I have to expose myself to them, or to their friends? My cheeks flushed, and I nodded, unable to look her into the eyes.
“Brilliant. Then there’s the second stipulation: I know that having you around will turn me on, you’re going to be a constant tease for me. But I can’t be running around the house being horny all day. So I’ll have the right to use you any way I see fit to get rid of those horny feelings.”
I was about to protest, if I understood her words correctly, she was telling me I’d be expected to have sex with her! But I caught myself when I saw the challenge in her eyes. Then the rational part of my mind chimed in that she wasn’t ugly, and she was clean, and that I would rather kiss her between the legs than crawl back to my parents. An image flashed through my mind, of me, naked, kneeling between Jess’ legs, my tongue sliding over her pussy lips and her ordering me how to please her, and the only thing keeping me from clenching my legs together were her extended legs.
Jess seemed to have read my internal struggles and sent me a pleased smile. “Since Cat’s my girlfriend, this would feel a bit like cheating. So, to make this a fair game, you’ll have to do the same for her.”
She expected me to whore myself out for a place to stay, I realised, and was abhorred by the thought. Yet, some kinky part of me revelled in the picture of me as a sexual servant to my best friend and her girlfriend.
“There’s one more stipulation: we’ll be allowed to punish you if you don’t follow the other two rules, you know, spank you and things like that, however we think appropriate. Agree to all three stipulations, and you can stay. Now you can talk.”
“I – I,” I was well and truly overwhelmed. “This is crazy. You practically want me to be your sex slave!”
Jess grinned. “That’s the gist of it. Take it or leave it.”
“But I’m not a lesbian! Not even bi!”
“I know. Perhaps that makes it all the sweeter.”
I didn’t have a comeback for that.
Suddenly she sat upright and put her hands on my knees. I should have worn a jeans, but it had ninety degrees outside, so I had opted for a short skirt. I tried to pull my legs together, but she tightened her grip until it was almost painful.
“You know what, I’ll make the decision easier for your, otherwise you’ll probably sit here struggling with yourself by midnight.” She pushed my knees further apart, and after a first moment of protest, I let her. She only stopped once my legs were extended almost parallel to each other, and it started to strain and hurt. “You’ve got one minute to make a decision. As I said, take it or leave it.”
I could hear the clock on the wall ticking, and I was torn inside. I just couldn’t decide.
But then Jess asked the question that brought all my resistance crumbling down. “Is your pussy wet? I bet it is!”
And I realised that it was true. In fact, my panties were soaked, I could feel the moisture all over my mound. If this was able to turn me on, I decided, I could probably get off on some of the games the two of them had in store for me. Still better than being miserable at home.
“Okay!” I almost shouted my agreement. “I’ll do it.”
“Good.” Jess smiled, a genuine smile and let finally go of my knees. “This is going to be so much fun. But now I think it is time to thank me.”
“Thank you, Jess,” I gasped hastily, “I’m really really grateful that I can stay with you!”
“I know that,” Jess grinned, “ I’m talking about a different show of gratitude. Why don’t you undress? I want to see what we’ll have to put up with.”
I almost choked on my own spittle. Put up with? But something about the way she treated me resonated in me, the same kind of resonation Jeremy was able to bring alive. I didn’t find her attractive the way I did Jeremy, but something in her words sent a tingle across my skin.
A bit clumsy, I stood up and nestled with the fly on the side of my skirt. Jess’ blue eyes lit up when it dropped to the floor. I looked down and almost gasped when I saw the dark stain at the front of my pink cotton panties. Closing my eyes, I pulled the t-shirt over my head and put it onto the table behind me. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and now my small boobs were exposed to Jess’ eyes, and while I had always been rather self-conscious about them, she was licking her lips while she stared at them. Well, they were firm, I didn’t really need a bra for them. Perhaps I should take more pride in them, I decided at that moment, and unconsciously pushed out my chest a bit.
But now came the hardest part. My fingers felt like wood when I ran my thumbs under the hem of my panties and started to push them down. Jess’ eyes locked onto my pussy, and she licked her lips once more as my trimmed, thin pubic hair came into view. I had to bend forward to get them over my bum, and I couldn’t move backwards due to the chair, so this brought my breasts close to Jess’ face. She glanced at them, and for a moment I feared she would bend forward and capture one my nipples between her lips. But then she smiled and watched my panties drop to the floor.
I stood upright again, nervous, embarrassed at my nudity, feeling Jess’ evaluating gaze roam up and down my body. The only time I had felt that naked before was last night, when I’d been caught by the professors. The flush on my cheeks spread to my cleavage.
“Sit back on the chair, all the way back,” Jess ordered, “then pull your heels up to the corners and spread your knees to the side as far as you can. I want to have a good look at your pussy.”
“Oh god,” I whispered, mortified, but I nevertheless followed her command. Sitting back on the chair was the easy part. Pulling up my legs and resting my heels on the front corners of the seat wasn’t that hard either. When I let my knees drop to the sides, I could feel my labia slowly peel apart, exposing their pink insides. I looked down and saw my folds bared, glistening with moisture, and to my further embarrassment, my clit was engorged to its full size, almost as big as the first part of my pinkie finger.
Jess seemed to like the view. She giggled when she noticed the size of my clit and was probably about to comment on it, when the rustling of keys outside the front door broke the silence and startled me.
“Stay like you are!” Jess’ command came like a whiplash.
I froze in my position. This had to be Catherine, any moment she’d see me like this.
The door clicked open. “Honey, I’m home!”
“And with perfect timing as always, love.” Jess’ answer was a purr of delight.
Clothes rustled, then soft steps approached. I dared a look to the side and immediately blushed bright red again. I had met Catherine once before, but then she had had a bit of a punk look. Today she was styled completely different. Her hair was dyed, including her eyebrows, almost completely white, and she wore deep blue eyeshadow. Her dress was also white, with small pink frills along the front and sides, and her hair was held back from her face on one side with a pink clip. She looked – girlish was the term that came to my mind.
Catherine walked around the couch and stood behind Jess, putting her hands on her shoulders and bending down. She whispered something in her ear, and they kissed. I could see Catherine’s hands trail downwards under Jess’ top and start to caress her breasts. And all the while I sat on my chair, my pussy lewdly exposed, and I could see Catherine’s hungry eyes on me. They kept kissing for an eternity.
Finally they were finished, and Catherine went around the couch, flopping down next to Jess and lying her head in her lap.
“So she agreed to everything?”
“Yes, otherwise she wouldn’t be like this, don’t you think?” Jess giggled, and Catherine joined her.
“Her tits could be a little bigger, not much to play with,” Catherine commented critically, “but her pussy looks inviting, especially her clit. All that hair has to go, though.”
Catherine was discussing my body like a piece of meat. I blushed madly, and I cursed the tingle between my legs.
“Can you see how hard her nipples are?” Jess inquired. “Looks like she enjoys the thought.”
“Are you sure she’s completely straight?”
“Straight as they go. She almost went crazy when I kissed her that one time at college.”
Catherine laughed. “I always wanted to have my own straight pussy licker.” Turning to me, she commanded, “open your mouth and stick out your tongue!”
I trembled a bit, but I complied. I had agreed to follow their orders, I had to remind myself. Too late to back out. I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue.
“Nice,” Jess commented, “I think it will get a good workout soon.”
“Yep,” Catherine agreed, “but not until after dinner. I’m starving. Though I’d like to see a little show right now. An appetizer if you want.”
“A good idea.”
“You, hussy, show us how you play with yourself!”
Hussy? Being addressed like that was a first for me. Nevertheless, the idea of playing with myself in front of Jess and Cat held a forbidden thrill, and I felt myself following the order even before I could make a conscious decision to do so.
I let one hand trail down between my legs and started to caress the soft skin at the top of my legs, while I softly brushed over my nipples with the palm of the other hand. I could feel the heat radiating from both regions. Even while I was pondering what was wrong with me, how I could be turned on like this by two girls, one of whom I didn’t really know, my index finger went on autopilot and dipped into my moisture, then started to caress the contours of my outer lips. I let out a deep breath and arched my back.
The thought of closing my eyes crossed my mind, but then I looked at the hunger in both girls’ eyes and felt a pleasant shiver. My finger picked up speed, alternating between delving into the moist depth of my pussy and rubbing small circles around my clit. My breathing grew heavier.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, feverish and still disbelieving what was happening to me.
Catherine was suddenly behind me, her breath tickling the soft skin at the side of my neck. “I can’t believe what a horny little slut you are, after all that Jess has told me about you.”
I almost shrieked when I felt her arms reach around me and her fingers caught my nipples and started to pull and twist. Every movement of her hands sent small electric shocks through my breasts that travelled all the way to my pussy. My breath became ragged.
Jess didn’t want keep idle either. She bent forward and her hands slid over my thighs, closer and closer to my pussy. Her palms felt hot on my skin, a bit rough, and goosebumps followed her touch. I was getting close to exploding and concentrated my efforts solely on my throbbing clit, now slippery with moisture, rubbing my finger back and forth over the hard nub. Jess’ fingers captured my slick pussy lips and started to massage them, and I almost came at the novel sensation.
That’s when Catherine took one hand away from my breast and pushed a finger into my mouth. I couldn’t believe it! This felt so dirty, she treated me like an object, or an animal. Yet my lips wrapped around her finger and I started to suckle. My tongue swirled around it like it was a lover’s tongue, and between the clenching, throbbing, burning sensation in my pussy, the sharp bursts of heat shooting from my clit through my whole body, and the pulling sensation in my nipples, I was seconds from exploding.
Then Catherine’s whisper tickled my ear. “I like how eager you are. Would you be just as happy to suckle on my toes, little Breanne?”
The instant she said it, I saw myself kneeling in front of her, naked, while she rested on the couch, one leg extended, my lips wrapped around her big toe. I came.
I came hard, harder than I had ever before. It felt like a bomb had gone off where my clit was and sent a shockwave of pleasure all through my body. I think I screamed. I know that my feet slipped from the chair, and that Catherine had to hold me down so I didn’t fall to the floor. Thousands of lightnings shot all through me, and I shivered and trembled for ages in the throes of that incredible pleasure. I think I almost passed out. Or perhaps I did.
When I became aware of my surroundings again, I was with my back on the couch between the girls, each of them held one of my legs up at the back of the knee, and they were caressing my body. I was hypersensitive now, and each touch made me shiver. They giggled.
Then Jess slapped the inside of my thigh and made me yelp. “It’s time to make dinner, I’m getting hungry too. Though I don’t think our new pet is in a condition to do the cooking.”
Catherine sighed, then stood up, pulling on both of my boneless legs until I was lying fully on the couch. “We’ll do the cooking now, but we’ll call you when its time to set the table. Understood?”
I weakly nodded, happy to bask in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm of my life, and content to avoid thinking about the ramifications of what had transpired. I closed my eyes and fell into a blissful doze.
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