Derek's Story Ch. 04

Every positive impression I developed over my time with Jenelle was instantly reinforced. I could not help but kiss her. I was absolutely terrified about continuing this domination game, but if she wanted me to continue, then I was going to continue, for it became apparent to me in that moment that she wore the pants in this relationship. Kara popped into my head briefly, but not in a sexual context. With Kara and I, I was the alpha figure in that relationship, but with Jenelle, I was more of a beta. The contrasts in the relationship dynamics were astounding to me. Then again, I still had no idea what was going on with Kara and I, so it was not important to dwell on it right then.

After Jenelle had repositioned herself so that she was again lying down on her stomach, I worked my way down to the foot of the bed. Taking her left foot in my hand, I began to massage the soles of her foot in an attempt to relax the both of us. I was still extremely nervous about having to spank her again, so I glided my thumbs into the contours of her left foot before switching and repeating the motion with her right. As my hands repeatedly made contact with her skin, I felt my lust rebuilding; the more time that passed, the more I felt the desire to be inside her.

As I began to kiss her ankles, I repositioned my body while I lifted her foot up, so I could kiss the top of her feet. Jenelle tried to stifle a laugh as I placed each individual toe into my mouth, sucking upon them gently. After spending a few minutes worshiping her feet, I placed them back on the bed while slowly moving my tongue to her calves. I kissed her left, and then her right, calf as she quivered beneath my touch. As I worked my way higher up her legs, Jenelle let out a low chorus of moans as I kissed and nibbled on her thighs.

The time spent teasing her thighs proved to be well worth it, as I noticed her juices glistening along her delectable pussy. Her musk soon overcame my senses as I moved towards her ever so perfect ass. After reexamining my handiwork from earlier, I kissed along my handprints in a fake effort to ease her pain. Playfully, I nibbled with my tongue and teeth over her two muscular mounds of flesh. Before moving down towards the canyon that separated the fleshy mountains (so I could get to the treasures that lie between them), I bit down harder than my previous bites, drawing a small yelp of pleasure from Jenelle.

Pulling her cheeks apart, I forced my tongue along her crevice, across her anus, and down over parts of her pussy lips. When Jenelle felt my tongue run across her asshole, she moaned loudly. Her reaction caused me to smile and move my tongue back to the spot, again flicking it over her anus. While it tasted drastically different from her pussy, her anus tasting much more metallic in nature, I actually would not describe it as a bad taste. As Jenelle let out another moan, she arched her back and pushed her hips alluringly into the air, giving me greater access to her treasures. Taking a moment, I uprighted myself so I could admire the view in front of me. My temporary hiatus caused Jenelle to move her hips backwards, begging me to do more with my tongue. In response to her movement, I playfully spanked her across the right butt cheek, drawing a soft moan.

Using both hands to spread her cheeks, I placed both my thumbs near her asshole while grasping a handful of both of her cheeks, so I could push my tongue deep into her ass. Jenelle screamed as my tongue penetrated her inner folds. When she regained her senses, Jenelle said, "Derek, if you keep that up you are going to make me cum." That was all the encouragement I needed as I again dove in. Jenelle just laid there helpless as I explored every crevice of her lower regions.

Placing my finger into my mouth to dampen it, I brought it down to her brown pucker, pushing it inside her. Her reaction was instantaneous as she immediately flipped over and pushed me onto my back. Surprised by the sudden jolt of movement, I was easily overtaken, even though I will admit I did not put up much of a fight. As Jenelle forcefully placed my hands above my head, she jokingly belittled me, "Fucker....you at least need to buy me dinner before you stick something up there."

I couldn't help but laugh at her statement. The way she mock yelled at me while raining kisses all over my face made the entire situation seem hysterical to me.

"Don't get me wrong... I want you to stick that, plus other things up there, but right now I want to play with you a bit."

I couldn't help but notice the emphasis she put on the words 'other things up there.' The thought of being able to place my dick in her back door made my already iron hard rod transform into titanium. However, even with my new found excitement, I remembered that this dominate/submissive thing had originally been my idea. I now found myself on the submissive end. I wasn't really bothered by this turn of events. Instead, I was worried that she did not like all the attention I had been giving her body. I was planning on having Jenelle around for a very long time, and I was also planning on exploring every inch of her amazing figure over and over again.

"Did you not like the role playing?" I asked a little sheepishly.

"Derek, you were driving me wild. Honestly, if you would have kept biting my ass I probably would have came. However, I was just really getting tired of lying there and not giving you any special treatment."

Feeling relieved I countered with, "You would make a terrible submissive."

We both laughed at the ridiculousness of my statement, before she basically repeated the process that I had done to her body earlier. As she worked her way down my frame, she stopped briefly to take both my nipples into her mouth. Being a guy, I had never really given the act of having my own nipples played with much thought, but will admit there was a slight sensation as she rolled her tongue across first one, then the other.

As she continued to work her way down my stomach towards her destination, she stopped at the top of my pelvic region, and surprised me by pulling one of my own tricks on me. During past experiences with prior partners I had always enjoyed blowing a stream of air around a girl's nether region. I wasn't mad or anything that Jenelle was doing it to me. For, upon being the recipient of said experience for the first time, I was just glad that I had previously been doing something right. To say that she was driving me wild by blowing air onto my cock without touching it would be an understatement.

When she was done, she teasingly took me fully into her mouth. While it was not the best blow job I had ever received, it was still my most memorable. Jenelle was not in any rush to bring me to climax, as she took her time throughout the entire process. She bobbed her head, taking me as deep into her mouth as she could without gagging, only to once more repeat the process. It felt delightful, but the most erotic thing about it wasn't the amount of pleasure she was giving me, but the look in her eyes as she pleasured me orally. Her luscious brown eyes watched me intently, apparently studying my face for any signs of enjoyment or satisfaction.

When Jenelle began her divine performance on my dick, my focus, for the most part, was on the patterns on the ceiling. I attempted to divert my attention on anything other than Jenelle's tongue play in an effort to prolong my experience. When that didn't work I tried to shut my eyes, which only served to further entangle me in her web of lust. Upon admitting defeat, I looked upon her to enjoy her doing her work. As our eyes locked, she seemed to smile around my penis before continuing with vigor. I couldn't have hid my enjoyment if I'd tried. As she used her fingernails to begin stroking my balls gently, it felt like the entire length of my rod was on fire. With all control having escaped me, I erupted into her beautiful mouth.

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Jenelle and I arrived for our economics exam with a little under one minute left to spare. Our professor gave us both disapproving looks as we walked by him, but his facial facade was nothing compared to the huge shit eating grin that was plastered all over Jess's face. While Jenelle and I's appearance did not completely convey the 'recently fucked' looked, Jenelle showing up in the same attire that she had previously donned to our study session the night before clued Jess in on all she needed to know. We would have liked to have had a chance to clean ourselves up, but last night's little escapade required an encore session this morning, and due to the performers' extreme generosity, a second encore was given resulting in both of us missing our first morning classes. Thankfully, one of us had the good sense to look at the clock, or we probably would have missed our exam as well.

The exam itself was pretty much what I had expected it to be, a fucking massacre. I know that some students think a 'C' is a disappointing grade, but if I were to achieve one for my efforts on said exam, I would have considered that a major accomplishment. I was the last of our little study group tripod to finish the exam, so as I exited the classroom I was immediately flanked by two beautiful women. Jenelle, ever the possessive girlfriend, placed both arms around my waist while burying her head in my neck. Jess on the other hand, bombarded us with a million questions trying to find out every detail about what had happened between us. Remembering the results of the last time Jenelle was embarrassed, I promised Jess I would talk to her about it later that night when the family held their own little private birthday party for me (my compromise with Aunt Tia in lieu of her holding a much larger celebration). This answer did not thoroughly please Jess, but for the time being it made do.

Thankfully, and I do mean thankfully, our family had a long standing tradition of not inviting boyfriends or girlfriends over for family parties. Now that Jenelle was my girlfriend, I was sure that a majority of the family would have been thrilled to have had her there anyway, with the exception of Kara, who would have possibly tried to beat the living shit out of her for touching me.

I didn't really have any plans for my actual birthday yet. I figured my friends and I would eventually just see where the day took us. This, of course, reminded me of Seth who I had not seen much of over the past few days. Don't get me wrong, I loved hanging out with the twin who was currently clinging to my arm, but Seth was my friend and I wanted to catch up with him. I didn't want to be one of those friends who completely disappeared once they got a girlfriend.

As the girls were idly chit chatting about how the exam went, I broke out my phone and shot Seth a quick text. Almost instantly, I received a call from him. Upon answering, I got an earful, the volume of which was so loud that the girls even noticed that someone was shouting through the phone at me. "YOU DIRTY MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SHIT...HOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO MY SISTER....I AM GOING TO BEAT THE EVER LOVING SHIT OUT OF YOU....YOU ARE SO FUCKING DEAD.....CAFETERIA IN FIVE MINUTES." He hung up before I could respond.

While both girls initially looked concerned in regards to the verbal thrashing I had just received, their moods turned more chipper when I told them that Seth was the one who had orchestrated the lashing. Jenelle laughed when I told her that her brother had just threatened to kill me. I was glad she found some amusement in the situation, as I was pretty sure I was now a dead man. I had known that word would get out about our little shower soiree quickly because everyone had to put everyone else's business up on Facebook, and college kids just can't keep gossip to themselves. I was kind of hoping Seth would remain clueless though. So much for that pipe dream. Set with the time for my execution, I said my goodbyes to the girls and marched to my death.

Even though I felt like I was heading to my last meal, I had to admit to myself that the crime was well worth the looming punishment. Hell, if Seth had not demanded this meeting I probably would have taken Jenelle back to my room and stayed there until Monday morning. Even then, I figured it was still doubtful that I would have had enough to quench my burning desire for her. Still, as I approached the café, I could not help but replay last night in my head. The fucking, the sucking, the kissing, the teasing, orgasm after orgasm, the fact that Jenelle was truly beautiful and only wanted to be with me. Too bad this amazing start to my new life had just begun, because now it was suddenly arriving at its abrupt conclusion.

Seth stood guard outside the café like a man possessed; all he was lacking were the horns and tail. The image of 'demon Seth' allowed an unforced chuckle to escape my lips, which only caused Seth to widen his snarl and grind his canines together. So I had made the big dog angrier, which meant that my death was now certain. Hopefully the café was serving a last meal worth remembering.

Seth didn't say a word to me as we made our way through the tables and into line. His evil glare made the uncomfortable silence all that more eerie. Even other students began to become creeped out by Seth's look. Girls, whom I had previously noticed checking us out, now only gave me a sad smile. Who knows, maybe I would see them at the funeral. As my skin began to crawl, I made my way to a secluded table with only a turkey sandwich and some french fries. The café certainly disappointed my expectations of a noteworthy last meal. When Seth sat down, I noticed that his grimace still hadn't receded any.

Finally, taking matters into my own hands, I said "We're officially dating, so knock it off with all the creepy looks already."

While Seth lowered his anger level a little bit, it was not to the return of his usual calm demeanor that I was hoping for. Still, it was time to face him head on. "If you held that face any longer, you would have gotten stuck looking like that."

"Shut the hell up, this is not something to joke about."

"You shut the hell up. You should have seen the disgusted looks you were getting from everyone in the food lines."

"Dude, half the fucking university knows that you fucked my sister in the shower last night."

"Really, only half the school knows....pity." I said in a mocking expression that got me punched rather aggressively in the shoulder. Alright, I probably deserved that.

"Seriously man, stop being such an ass."

"Look Seth, it's not like either of us wanted this to get out, or expected this. It was just a spur of the moment thing that got a little too out of control."

"A little too out of control.... I heard from multiple people that she was screaming your name." he said in a tone meant to convey pure hatred.

While initially I felt a surge of pride for being reminded that Jenelle was screaming my name over and over as she came, upon hearing his hiss I felt somewhat offended for the first time during this entire conversation. "Do you think I'm not good enough for you sister?"

"I never said that." He said defensively.

"You're the one that set us up. You knew how well we hit it off. Stop giving me the third degree. I said I was sorry. Let's drop it and move on."

"You had better fucking behave yourself."

"You are going to have to confront your sister about that. She's nearly as bad as I am."

"Stop talking about my sister like that."

"Seth, we are friends and I am fucking your sister. I won't rub it in your face....all the time."

"I should just kill you now and save myself all the agony."

"You probably should....."

Having navigated that fiasco, Seth and I discussed plans for the upcoming weekend. Seth told me about this girl that he had kind of been seeing named Melissa. From his description I believed that I had met her a few times before. From what I remembered about her, she was a very nice girl who would probably go perfectly with Seth. To help him along a little I suggested that we double date on Sunday night. That still left Saturday night open for any other plans, and our mutual date would show Seth just how well Jenelle and I were together.

The rest of the meal went along rather well. We continued to bullshit about this and that, and Seth finally apologized for his death stare looks. I told him it's not me that he should be apologizing to, but the few cute girls that he drove away while we were in the food lines. My last meal turned out not to be my last meal after all, which was nice because a belly full of just a sandwich and fries would have been a cruel way to go out of this world. As our meal winded down, we took our trays up to the trash line and parted ways. It was nice to have seen my friend again, even under the circumstances.

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As I was making my way out of the cafeteria, I was practically jumped by Sarah and Julia. Both girls played volleyball with my cousin Kara. Sarah was a very cute redhead with pale skin covered in a minor amount of cute freckles, and a figure that would make any runway model jealous. Julia would best be described as a black goddess. Everything about her was perfect. I didn't consider myself to be much of an ass man, but even I found myself agreeing with the general consensus of every male on campus... that it was her best feature. Had I not been in a relationship with Jenelle, this would have been the most welcome of surprises. However, I still did not fight against the beautiful women that were trying to abduct me in broad daylight.

After the girls had pulled me away from the café, they delivered a message from their captain that I was to meet her in the locker room at 1 pm. They didn't tell me what she wanted or why we had to meet there. All they knew was that she had been in a funk for the last few days, and the only thing that ever seemed to cheer her up was the mention of me. As I joked with the girls I asked, "If I cheer her up, am I like a good luck charm or something?"

Both girls giggled at my question and went on their ways. I must say I was loving this new confident me. My change in attitude over the past few days had been incredible. I felt on top of the world, but at the same time, I was still the same guy who felt no better than anyone else. I really had no idea what Kara wanted. She already knew that Jenelle and I were seeing each other, and if she had found out about last night, then that probably just drove the final nail into what was briefly our relationship. I knew that I didn't regret anything that had happened between us. I got to live out my fantasy, and the last I checked, Kara and I were on good terms even though she was keeping secrets from me.

I arrived at the gym and began to make my way down to the lower levels that housed the locker rooms. Like every major university, there were at least 15 different locker rooms, but with my Aunt Tia being a coach, I thankfully knew just where I could find Kara. As I stood in front of my destination, I looked down at the time on my phone and saw that I was right on time. Upon knocking on the volleyball locker room door a few times, and getting no response, I pushed open the door and entered. I noted the shower was running, which I found to be somewhat odd since practice was not for another few hours, before stopping dead in my tracks.

Like a deer in the headlights, I froze and took in the sight of my beautiful cousin caressing both her breasts under a majestic shower head. I went from zero to sixty in .02 seconds. Every thought I had of Kara and I being over vanished. Almost as if in a trance, I made my way towards her before bashing my leg on a bench. My audible groan momentarily brought my senses back and seemed to have alerted Kara to my presence, as she smiled and started walking towards me. The rhythmic sway of her hips was hypnotic in nature, and my pain was instantly gone as I began to regain my composure.