Revenge – Part 4A – The Hail Mary

Erotic Stories: Revenge – Part 4A – The Hail Mary

Part 4 of my epic saga of Steven and Jessica.

The following Friday she came to the house just after 7 pm, way earlier than usual.

I still hadn’t told her anything about what I was feeling for her, how I caught myself thinking about her eyes, or her laugh, and smiling to myself. Or how much I enjoyed and anticipated our conversations. Or how passing her in the halls at school and seeing her smile at me now usually gave me a pleasing little jolt of adrenaline, rather than the shudder of fear and disgust I used to feel.

But I also didn’t tell her about the darker side of my feelings. I didn’t tell her that the memories of how she treated me were still bright and vivid in my mind. That when I wasn’t mooning over her like the teen-aged idiot that I knew I was being, I still felt a deep-seated wave of repulsion and hatred whenever I thought about her. The feelings weren’t even separate in my mind any more, they were mixed together in some sort of sweet, black, violent affection that just plain confused the shit out of me.

But talking with her felt so easy now, so natural. I caught myself laughing along with a little in-joke we shared with Rose, and I realized that I was closer to her than I was with any of my so-called friends at school. I was probably closer to her than I’d ever been with anyone outside my family. How could I like someone I hated so much?

I didn’t tell her any of this, and I didn’t have to. I just laughed along with them, and tried not to think about what it meant. Instead I focused on what we were going to do when we were alone.

That night she knocked on my door just a little after midnight.

“Come in.” I said.

I’d been practising my voice a little. I was speaking more from the chest, and trying to be a lot clearer than I was in everyday conversation. It didn’t sound drastically different, but I thought it sounded better, more masculine.

She slipped quietly into the room. She was wearing her negligee again, a see-through black gown that ended about an inch past her waist, fixed to a black bra that gave her incredible cleavage, and held up by small shoulder straps. Through the thin weave I could see she was wearing matching panties this time. I found my eye drawn to her long, smooth legs. As I studied her, I noticed that she’d even painted her toenails black.

“Hi.” I said finally.

“Hi.” she echoed, smiling.

She stood at the door and awaited instruction, as usual, but as I continued to leer at her she shifted her body slightly, as if posing for me.

“You look beautiful, tonight.” I said, meeting her eye.

Her smile grew wide.

“Really?” she said, surprised.

She brushed a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Thank you.” she said.

I loved how much she seemed to enjoy the simple compliment. This girl had probably been told she was beautiful all her life, but only I could make her smile like this.

I stood up out of bed and walked over to her. Her eyes widened in surprise. I closed the distance between us and slid my arms behind her back, pulling her close to me and bringing my lips to hers. We kissed deeply and passionately. She moaned into my mouth and wrapped her arms around my waist.

I broke the kiss, but kept my face close to hers. She was breathing heavily and her expression was so intense, so alive with lust. She tried to bring our lips together, but I pulled back. She smiled and leaned forward again, but I brought my hand up to her shoulder and held her in place. She was still smiling, but her face had a hint of disappointment, and confusion. After a few seconds of waiting I kissed her again, slower this time, our tongues moving together in a gentle rhythm. Once more I pulled away from her, but kept our faces close.

Again she tried to kiss me, and again I stopped her. She pouted and let out a small whine, but didn’t resist. I leaned in, bringing my lips close to hers. I held the position as she squirmed against me, wanting to kiss me but learning that she wasn’t allowed to. I slowly kissed her chin and cheeks, but stayed away from her lips. She moaned again in frustration and I couldn’t help but laugh gently.

She moved forward again, trying to bring our lips together. I reached behind her and pulled on a handful of her hair. She jerked back and gasped with pain.

“No.” I said firmly.

She looked at me again, and I could see her expression change. Her smile was a little darker, her eyes a little more fearful. She understood that she wasn’t allowed to kiss me, and she was realising that this wasn’t going to be like last week.

I took a step back from her.

I pulled my t-shirt off and dropped it on the floor. She let out a tiny little moan as I did, which surprised me. I didn’t really have a body worth moaning for. I guessed she was just excited about what we were going to do.

I decided to keep sweatpants on for now. I stepped forward and kissed her again. As she pushed her tongue into my mouth, I brought my hands down to her ass and started massaging it roughly. She let out a surprised little yelp as I grabbed both cheeks hard and squeezed. Not very hard, though. I didn’t want to hurt her too much.

She almost growled into my mouth, pulling me away from my thoughts of the future. I pulled away from her but kept my face close, to tempt her into trying to kiss me, but she didn’t. She slid her arms around my waist and leaned in, letting her forehead rest against mine, and bringing our lips right up to each other, but didn’t let them touch. I loved how she filled my entire view like this. All I could see was the sharp green of her eyes, and nothing more. I felt a little sigh of her warm breath against my lips, her mouth open in anticipation.

I pulled my right hand away from her ass and rubbed the soft, thin fabric of her gown between my fingers. I remembered what she’d told me the first time she’d worn it.

“You bought this just for me?” I asked, pulling on it slightly.

She pulled away from me, biting her lip and nodding. She was smiling proudly.

“Why?” I asked.

“I wanted to look good for you.” she said quietly, “I wanted…you to think I was sexy.”

I smiled and slid my thumb under the waist of her panties, letting my fingers slide down to cup her flesh again.

“They had to order it for me. They didn’t carry this design in my…size.” she said, bringing a hand up to her ample chest. “But I wanted this one. I looked for a while, this one was my favourite. The woman in the picture just looked so hot…I knew you’d like it…Do you really like it? I can buy other things, if you-”

I gently took her face with my other hand, cutting her off.

“Jessica, I want you to do something for me.” I said.

“Yeah?” she whispered, staring excitedly into my eyes, her gaze shifting quickly from one to the other.

“Shut up.” I said.

She immediately pursed her lips tight and looked away from me, embarrassed.

“You talk…way too much. In fact, unless you’re answering me, you’re not allowed to talk at all. Do you understand?” I said.

She nodded, her face serious.

“Jessica…” I prompted.

“Yes.” she said, “Yes, I understand.”

“Good girl.” I said.

When I released her face, she and leaned in again for a second, but paused before going too far. She slumped her shoulders and nibbled her bottom lip. My cock twitched against my boxers. I loved her reaction to my command, immediate and unquestioning.

I moved back a little more and looked at her, studying her whole body. Again, she seemed to pose for me, moving her arms behind her back and pushing out her chest. She did look sexy in it. She looked incredible.

“Take it off.” I said.

She moved to obey, but slowly. She reached up and slipped the light, loose straps off her shoulders, before slowly pulling the whole thing up over her head, and dropping it carelessly to the floor.

It had done its job, and gotten my attention. Now she was letting her body impress me.

I sighed as I took in her body, naked except for her black panties. Her full, firm, D cup tits, topped with rock hard nipples. Her flat, lightly toned stomach. Sharp hip bones, long legs, and flawless skin. She was beautiful. I’d had sex with her just a week ago, but somehow it was more intense like this. In the low light and silence, she looked so much more erotic. Or maybe it was just because of what I was planning to do with her.

I leaned down quickly and took her right nipple in my mouth, licking and nibbling it gently, while I grabbed her left one with my fingers and started pinching it. She gasped in surprise and let out a delighted little moan of pleasure. She brought her hands up to my head and ran her fingers through my hair.

I pulled back, slipping my right hand under her waistband, and slid my fingers along her wet pussy lips. For all we’d done, I suddenly realised that I was still so inexperienced, and I’d never touched her like this before. I ran my fingers up until I thought I could feel her clit, and put a little pressure on it. She pursed her lips and moaned a little, bucking her hips forward. She put her hand against my arm and gripped it tightly, but still didn’t speak. I didn’t know if I was doing it right, but there’d be time to figure it out later.

I pulled my hand out of her panties and brought my wet fingertips up to her lips. She hesitated for only a second before taking my fingers in her mouth and gently sucking them.

“Tell me what you want, Jessica.” I said, sliding my fingers out of her mouth.

“Fuck me, please…” she whimpered quickly, “I’m so wet, please, oh my God…”

I smiled.

“Get on the bed.” I said.

She let out a squeal of excitement and rushed passed me. As I turned I saw her jump on my bed and settle on her knees in the middle, bouncing gently. Laughing at her obvious joy, I leaned down to slip my pyjama bottoms off . When I looked at her again, she was staring at the obvious bulge against my black boxer shorts.

As I approached the bed, she turned quickly and got under the covers, then kicked them off, revealing her body again. I got on the bed and knelt over her. It was amazing how even on her back her big boobs still held most of their shape.