Perspectives Series: Jess Pt. 01

"I don't know how to describe this feeling. I feel completely open, vulnerable, but not frightened. I'm, I don't know, warm inside like I'm completely safe -- almost like I used to feel when I was in my mother's arms as a child." I thought for a few seconds before continuing.

"I have this need inside me to please you. I want to give myself to you completely. Does that make sense?"

Simon had this look on his face that was both incredulous, and a little sad. He wanted to understand. Or maybe he wanted to feel what I was feeling. I wasn't sure. He stared at me a long time in silence while his breathing began to deepen. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his chest rising and falling. His intensity was building again and he shut his eyes for a moment and let out a groan. Whatever he was thinking, it was about to drive him to orgasm with me following close behind.

He positioned himself over me and I spread my legs. He slid very easily into me and slowly rocked in and out, gliding freely, but deliberately inside me. He came very shortly and remained inside me, laying there. He continued to move his hips slightly to maintain a rhythm. I could feel him grow softer, but I was amazed that he never really got completely soft. I felt so close to him, the intimacy we shared was so overwhelming for me. I had never experienced anything like that before.

I really wanted to do something special for him. I wanted to share something of myself that I had not shared with anyone else. I finally blurted out what was on my mind.

"I want to open myself completely to you. Please take me from behind."

I was having difficulty forming the right words to communicate that I wanted him to fuck me in the ass. The words sounded so vulgar in my head, and the act meant so much more to me. I looked him in the eye for guidance on whether or not to try to more directly express what I wanted to give him. I could feel him grow harder inside me when I spoke, and he pressed his lips to mine to stop me from speaking another word.

Simon slid out of me and I instantly regretted him doing so. I hated the empty feeling. He rolled me onto my side so that my back was against him, and held me close, cupping my breast in his hand. He kissed my neck, and the throbbing in my pussy was unbearable. I was trembling with anticipation. He slid his hand down between my butt cheeks and massaged my anal opening. At one point, he reached for the gel lubricant and I felt his fingers sliding into my ass. I groaned and arched my back. I wanted him so badly. My head and upper body slid across the bed so that my buttocks were in a better position for him to penetrate me. He didn't. I was seriously considering begging. The teasing was driving me insane.

He pulled his pillow out from under his head and swiftly placed it in front of my stomach. He rolled me onto my stomach over the pillow. This placed my hind in an elevated position and just about sent me into an orgasm.

Simon positioned himself behind me. He started rubbing the head of his cock on my hole, in little circles. My hips began to move slightly and my back arched to further present myself to him. He began to slide inside, very slowly. It felt like a fraction of an inch at a time. My heart was pounding out of my chest; my entire body broke into a sweat. He slid further, and I could feel my muscles tighten to push him out. This enabled him to slide even easier until he was completely inside me. The throbbing in my pussy was violent; I was so close to orgasm. Simon could feel it, too. He slowly glided in and out a couple more times and I couldn't stand it any longer. I could feel the sensation coming from somewhere near my stomach, traveling down toward my pussy. My clit felt like it was exploding. The orgasm was violent.

That's all it took for Simon. He pumped twice very hard, and then unloaded every drop of his cum into me. He yelled out as he did so, and then nearly collapsed onto my back, resting his head between my shoulder blades. I could feel his entire body shaking. The experience was as intense for him as it was for me.

He slid out of me and just let his whole body lay on mine. When our breathing returned to normal, Simon whispered in my ear.

"I have a present for you."

After we cleaned up and got the bed back in order, Simon brought in the box he had placed on the coffee table.

"This is for you. It is symbolic of our bond, and I hope you'll wear it always."

I opened the box to find a necklace. It was an elegant silver chain with a pendant. The pendant was a key, and the head of the key was a diamond. It was very unique.

Holding it up, I said, "Oh, baby...it's beautiful."

Simon took it from my hands and ceremoniously placed it around my neck. The key rested high on my neck. It would remain in plain view regardless of my outfit, I decided. I fondled it with my fingers.

"I had it custom-made. You won't find another exactly like it. I hope that it always reminds you of the special connection we share, and of my commitment to you."

Simon and I had never talked about commitment, exactly...At least not in the traditional sense. We talked about the future some. I wasn't seeing anyone else and I knew he wasn't seeing anyone else, either. It was obvious that we were deeply in love, even though we never said it. I had never felt more committed to anyone in my life.

Chapter 13

Our relationship remained very intimate for awhile, but then it began to fall into a more non-sexual, rote pattern. The more mundane side of routine. Routine is very comfortable because you always know what to expect. I like routine, but I began to yearn for the excitement I used to feel when I felt uncomfortable. Simon knew it without asking.

Spring was back upon us, marking our one-year anniversary. I don't know if it was the season or the milestone that began to stir our restlessness.

Martin invited us over for dinner one Friday night in early June. It was only the second time for me to step into his home. Simon and I had dined with Martin on a couple of occasions at a restaurant, Teresa conspicuously missing, but always having a good excuse. Simon also met Martin many times for happy hour without me.

Teresa's welcome was uncharacteristically friendly when she greeted me at the door. In fact, she warmly embraced me, and then kissed me on the lips. I do have girlfriends with whom I have kissed in this manner. I have the kind of personality that seems to just draw that behavior. I wouldn't have noticed, except that my first impression of Teresa was one of distant-politeness.

When she retreated from the hug, I noticed her necklace. It was a key very similar to mine, but with an emerald instead of a diamond. I stared at it, speechless. I was confused and looked around to Simon for answers. With my eyes, I asked him, what does this mean? I didn't dare ask aloud. Teresa's voice brought my eyes back to her.

"Hey, are you thirsty...how 'bout some wine?"

I could tell Teresa had started drinking before we arrived, but that wasn't what I was thinking about at that moment. My mind was racing. My necklace meant something very personal to me, and it was not something I shared with Teresa. It couldn't be a coincidence. I mean, how many women wear keys around their necks?

I tried to hide my shock and just reciprocate Teresa's enthusiasm for drinking and socializing. I don't know what it is about me, but I always try to make everyone feel comfortable no matter how I might be feeling, myself.

They opened a bottle of wine, and I found myself drinking faster than usual. I do that when I'm trying to either settle my nerves or stop my mind from racing.

When Martin and Teresa went into the kitchen for the final preparation, Simon turned to me and began to speak quietly and quickly.

"In many ways, the meaning is similar. Teresa is submissive to Martin. What it means to them personally may be slightly different. It has no bearing on our commitment. Think of it like an engagement ring. The meaning is private even though the symbolism is universal."

He slipped his hand up my skirt and stroked my thighs gently. "Now be a good girl for me and don't ask any more questions."

His tone was blatantly condescending and this served as a warning that if I didn't let it go, there would be consequences that most likely would leave me exposed to his friends.

Teresa and Martin returned with platters in hand and we rose from the living room to sit at the dining room table. Teresa had cooked the meal and it was wonderful. She and I cleared the table, but she wouldn't allow me to assist her with the dishes. "I'll do them tomorrow", she said. "We need to get back to the guys."

We moved out onto the patio after dinner. The patio lighting danced on the pool water with every ripple, inviting us to join in. The evening was warm enough for a dip, but Simon and I didn't bring our suits. I guess that was bad planning on our part. Another bottle of wine later and it was Teresa who made the first move. In hind sight, it was most likely Martin who prompted her to do so, of course.

She stood up and walked over to me, and offered me her hand so I could stand. I did so.

"Let's go sit on the edge of the pool and dangle our legs in the water."

I followed her lead, still holding her hand. We walked around the edge until we were facing the guys and then chose a spot and sat down. The pool was heated and felt great. We were far enough away from the men to give them some privacy in conversation. If they talked low enough, we couldn't hear what they were saying. They took advantage of it, and I have no idea what exchange was going on between them. Simon's body language betrayed him a bit, and I could tell that he was not comfortable at times with what Martin was saying to him.

Teresa cupped the pool water in her hands and released it over her thighs so that her legs were completely wet. She repeated the procedure on my thighs. The wine had made me a bit giddy and I started to giggle a little when the water tickled my legs. Teresa started giggling, too and before you knew it, we were leaning against each other laughing...at nothing.

The guys stopped talking and watched our display. Some things are just so girl-like I can't imagine guys could relate in any way to it. We silenced our laughter when we noticed them staring. At least, we tried to. It's like in church, when you get a funny thought in your head but you're not supposed to laugh. The harder you try not to, the more you can't control your laughter. We were busting out again in a couple of seconds. Teresa buried her head on my shoulder to muffle her laughter and I did the same on her shoulder. Finally, we began to gain a little composure.

Teresa whispered in my ear, "Let's go swimming. Do you want to?"

"You mean skinny-dip?"

"Yeah, why not?!"

I couldn't think of a reason. The wine pretty much took care of any inhibition I might have felt. Teresa certainly didn't have a problem with it because she didn't waste any time taking off her top to expose her breasts. The night air made her nipples stand erect and I couldn't help but admire how beautiful they were.

My gaze shifted to Simon's who was looking directly at me. I began to unbutton my blouse slowly while watching him. I wanted to make sure he was perfectly okay with what I was doing. He nodded at me to indicate his permission, and I finished removing my blouse by sliding it over my head. Teresa removed her skirt by unzipping it and pulling it over her head, and I followed suit with mine. We slipped off the edge of the pool and into the warm water. It caressed my skin all over and I was enjoying it, immensely. Teresa started to play, first by taunting me with splashes, and then by going under water and brushing past me. It was impossible to see her under the water and the anticipation of her bumping into me made me giggle even more. Then she would pop-up next to me blowing bubbles on the way up. The sensation was terrific.

We settled down and sat on the stair so that our breasts were just beneath the surface. Teresa made the first move by sliding her hand over to my waist and up to my breast. I looked at her. Her eyes were mischievous. I joined in her naughty game and started tweaking her nipple with my fingers. We did all of this under the supervision of the guys, not really knowing if they could see what we were doing or not.

It felt good to be a little naughty. I didn't know what Simon might think of it, and so I felt like I was breaking the rules. That feeling started to make me feel uncomfortable, in the aroused sort of way. Oh, how I've missed this feeling! It wasn't like I didn't have orgasms regularly with Simon; it was just that they weren't predicated on that first time kind of feeling.

Teresa slid off the step and turned toward me so that we could fully massage each other's breasts. She rubbed her chest against mine and I spread my thighs so she could stand between them and get closer. I couldn't help but to ask Simon's permission with my eyes. It was just the natural thing for me to do, and completely subconscious. He once again nodded his approval and rotated his chair slightly so he didn't have to twist his head to continue watching.

I really started to get into it when I saw this. Anything that pleased Simon turned me on, tremendously.

It was my turn to make the next move. I twirled Teresa around so her back was to me and then pulled us both up onto the higher step. Her beautiful breasts were now in full view of the men. I kissed her neck while running my fingers over her erect nipples. Every few seconds or so I would look up at Simon. His expression was that of amusement mostly, but I did catch him shifting in his seat and repositioning his jeans. I assumed this was because he was growing harder and needed to readjust himself.

Teresa was enjoying the attention; she closed her eyes and arched her back. She started moaning and squirming about. Her enthusiasm was great for my confidence. I slid my hand down in the water and found her perfectly clean-shaven pussy. She spread her legs farther apart, allowing me to slide my finger between her lips and play with her clit. It was hard and swollen. Her moans grew more intense and she lay back onto me until my back was pressing hard against the edge of the pool.

Simon fixated his gaze on me, I noticed. He seemed intent on watching my expression rather than on what Teresa was doing. Martin was sitting on the other side of the patio table, so I couldn't see his face very clearly. I did notice that he leaned in to say something to Simon a couple of times.

The cool night air was beginning to make both Teresa and I shiver. Our hot little exchange was going to have to end very soon as we both couldn't take the cold air on our wet bodies. Simon walked over to us with towels in hand. Our shaking was apparent even from across the pool.

Teresa excused herself to go inside to the restroom, and Martin followed her into the house. Simon rubbed my arms to warm me and assisted in drying me off, especially my thighs and legs. I enjoyed the attention from him; it always made me feel cared-for.

"Baby, go get your clothes on so we can get inside out of the cool air."

I ran around the pool and slipped on my clothes. I picked up Teresa's top and skirt and brought them with me.

Once inside, I excused myself to visit the ladies room. Down the hallway, there was one room on the right side before the restroom. It was Martin's office, and it had double French doors that had been closed every time I'd passed them. I wouldn't have taken any notice of the room except that the doors were open this time and so my eyes drew into the room. Around the side of the desk were Martin and Teresa. Still nude, she was bent over the desk and he was fucking her from behind. Martin was in a perfect position to look me directly in the eye and didn't slow a single beat when he saw me pause. Ordinarily, I would've continued walking but I sensed that this show was for my benefit, so I simply stopped and continued watching.

I wasn't positive which entry point he was using, but I suspect it was Teresa's anal opening by her body position. Her hair was hanging down the side of her face so she couldn't see me, and I had no idea if she knew I was standing there watching. My presence was enough for Martin to come. He took two very hard strokes, ramming his hips into Teresa with alarming force while making animal noises and growling, 'yes, Yes, YES!'

I noticed that Teresa did not share in his delight. She remained quiet and still, and it was plainly obvious that she did not have an orgasm. This wasn't the same girl who was about to orgasm in the pool just 10 minutes earlier.

I quietly slipped into the bathroom, gently shutting the door. I didn't want Teresa to know what I had just witnessed. She may notice that someone is in the restroom when she comes out of the office, but she won't know how much I saw. I just didn't want her to know, I don't know why.

Back in the living room, Simon and I curled up together in an oversized chair. Martin was fixing himself a drink by the time I returned. About 20 minutes later, Teresa returned, wearing a long shirt that could be a dress, or a swimsuit cover-up. She sat next to Martin but there was not much affection between them. I studied her expression and manner carefully to try to read what she was thinking. I don't think she knew I watched her get fucked in the office. I do think she was either embarrassed about the pool scene or was somehow afraid to get too friendly again. The distant Teresa was definitely back.

Thankfully, Simon was ready to go, and so we said our goodbyes. Martin didn't say a word about the little show.

In the car, I was just about to tell Simon about Martin and Teresa when Simon unbuckled my seatbelt. He placed his right hand on my neck behind my head and pulled my head toward his lap. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He was erect and I picked up his very clear sign. I began licking and sucking, taking him into my mouth. I don't know how he managed to continue driving when he came. I felt the car slow way down. We were on a side street near my apartment and there weren't many other vehicles on the road. I swallowed dutifully and tucked his semi-hard penis back into his jeans and partially zipped them up. I returned to my seat and Simon reminded me to put my seat belt on. He wasn't so concerned about my safety 15 minutes ago.

The sex that night was fantastic. Simon was positively on fire. We did just about everything, including what had become my very favorite; anal penetration. We didn't do that as often because Simon couldn't last as long. Simon came twice in bed, and that was after he came in the car.

Lying in bed in the dark before falling asleep was the first chance we had gotten to talk.

Simon began, "If things had been different, how far would you have gone with Teresa?"

"That depends on you. How far would you have wanted me to go?"

"I'm not sure. Are you attracted to her?"

"Um, sort of, I guess. No, that's not true...I wouldn't say I'm attracted to her. If you want me to be with her while you watch, I will do it for you."

Simon didn't reply.

"OH, I almost forgot...when I went to the bathroom, Martin was fucking Teresa in his office with the door open."

"That doesn't surprise me. Let me guess, she wasn't enjoying it much."

"You got that right. I couldn't see her face but she didn't move or make a sound."

"Some things never change. Martin first started dating Teresa when he was living in my house in Lenexa. He used to forget to shut the door all the time. He is a bit of a voyeur, himself and he also gets off to people watching. Teresa allows it.