“No?” Scott asked. “Josh can’t?” he asked in disbelief. Scott leaned back a little. He was certain the other men were having sex with Jessica.
“You and Josh aren’t … you don’t have sex?”
He didn’t think Jessica could possibly get any redder, but she did. Scott brought his hand up and rubbed his thumb on her cheek. Feeling somehow that by rubbing he could rub out the redness. Jessica was looking down at his chest again … she brought both her hands up to rest on it. She copied Scott’s thumb strokes on her cheek with her thumbs on his chest. She was nodding. With a sigh, she looked up.
“But, we’re not … intimate.”
Scott stared at her for a moment. In truth he hadn’t really made any kind of distinction between sex and intimacy. He was taken aback that Jessica did. He brought his thumb to her lips and stroked. Boy did he want to strip her down and spend some more time between her legs. He wanted it so bad … but he just couldn’t do it. Josh was waiting … he was taking Josh’s time right now.
“Okay, then Jess, you’ll just have to take care of it yourself.”
Jessica went pale. And her eyes seemed to grow by 4 or 5 sizes. She was shaking her head.
“Breathe Jessica!” He said when her chest stopped moving.
Jessica gasped.
“Why can’t you just masturbate Jessica … you do it all the time.”
“What if he sees me?” Jessica asked in a way that left little doubt that it would be one of the most traumatic things to ever happen to her. Scott could do nothing but stare at Jessica. An unsettled feeling washed over him.
“Jessica. Are you intimate with any of the other men?”
When Jessica shook her head, he wasn’t sure how he should feel.
Part of him thought he should be happy. And in a strange way he did feel like he had a special connection with Jessica. But for some reason … he felt responsibility weighing down on him. Emotions were swirling around in him. Emotions that he didn’t recognize nor know how to handle. As he was trying to figure out what to do next, he forgot that while his one hand was on Jessica’s face his other had remained on her leg. Jessica moved closer to him, and pressed her pelvis against it. Well, he couldn’t leave her like this. He was about to pass out from all the blood rushing to his balls, but he could at least go and jerk off. She apparently couldn’t … or wouldn’t. Scott glanced at the door. He had a few minutes, hopefully.
“Okay Jessica …” he murmured, reaching for the button on her pants. “I’ll take care of you. Not the way I really want to. There’s no time. But I think to keep ourselves sane we’ll have to really go at it on the nights your with me. Get it out of our systems, and try not to think about it in between.”
Jessica was nodding, but also pressing herself harder against him. She brought her lips to his. He had to do this fast and then get the hell out of there. He doubted very much that Josh would appreciate him eating her out on his bed … and given much longer that was exactly what he’d be doing. He slid his hand down her pants, fingered his way through the curls that he found inside her underwear, and slid his finger between her lips. He found her clitoris and rubbed.
“Ahhh …” Jessica moaned against his mouth, and she lifted her leg, pressing herself against him. He stroked and stroked, and before longer she was moaning so loud he was afraid Josh would hear them. He kissed her, hoping his tongue in her mouth would quiet her, and while she didn’t scream like the night before, she came close. Suddenly he felt wetness seep between his fingers and Jessica quieted, lowering her leg she fell against him panting.
“We’ll have to work on the screaming …” he whispered into her hair. “I personally love it, but with four other men in the house, it may not be a great thing to do.”
“Sorry … “ Jessica mumbled into his chest.
“Don’t be. I’m just glad you’re enjoying yourself. Do you feel better now?”
“Yes. Thanks.”
“Okay.” He said. God he had to go. He looked over at Josh’s bed. Handcuffs hung open on the headboard. “Come on.” He said leading her to the bed.
She sat down, and he locked her wrist into one of the cuffs.
“I’ll get Josh. Get some rest okay … good night.” He kissed her forehead and left before he could do something he was sure Josh would make him regret later.
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One month later
“God damnit,” Jim said and then laughed when Jessica inhaled with great exaggeration.
“Ah the sweet smell of victory.” She said with a giggle. They’d been playing two handed euchre and for the fourth time in a row Jessica had beat his pants off. He watched her shuffle the cards before dealing. He never got tired of her smile. The previous night he’d played his guitar for hours and she’d smiled and swayed the whole time. Urging him to play song after song. With Angus paying less attention to her the past little while, she’d really seemed to relax with him. Become less guarded. Even her nightmares had stopped … while she was with him anyway.
“Keep that up and I’m going to be afraid to play with you.” Jim said with a laugh. “Oh yeah, almost forgot…” he added holding an old issue of Angus’ Automotive Illustrative out to her, “Angus tossed this the other night.”
“Oh, thanks.” Jessica said taking the magazine eagerly and leafing through it. A few weeks back Angus had left an old edition lying on the coffee table and Jessica had read it cover to cover. Enjoying it until she found out it was Angus’. She’d dropped it like it would bite her and it took some work on Jim’s part to convince her that Angus wouldn’t care if she read it … he’d been tossing it. She pulled Baby onto her lap and perused a few pages. Well. This was as good a time to stop playing cards anyway. The other men were outside doing chores and it was time for Jim to make dinner.
“Alright Jess,” Jim announced while getting to his feet and heading into the kitchen. “I’ll get supper started. Spaghetti sound good to …” he turned back to the living room and ran into Jessica. “W w what are you doing?” he asked.
“Can I help?” she asked in a tone so light Jimmy got the feeling that she should have been chewing gum and twirling a string of hair around her finger. She stepped around him and into the kitchen.
“It’s really not necessary,” Jim said panicking as he thought about all the knives that lay within reach. She wasn’t supposed to be in the kitchen.
“Oh please, come on, there must be something I can cut up for you, I can put the water on for you …” she said moving toward the pots hanging on the wall.
“Jessica!” Jimmy nearly shouted. She turned to look at him, and actually looked confused.
“When is the last time you were in the kitchen?” he asked wondering if she were trying to take advantage of him again.
She shrugged.
“Can’t remember can you?” He asked. Jessica shook her head. “That’s because you have never been in the kitchen … you are not allowed in the kitchen.”
“I’d like to help … I love to cook,” she said with that same airy tone, “it’s not fair that you guys always have to cook … besides, we can spend time together … please?”
Jimmy got the uncomfortable feeling again that Jessica felt she owed him something.
“Jess, you can sit and talk to me while I cook, we’re still spending time together …”
“I know, but that’s boring. Please, I really want to be doing something. Actually,” Jessica added, her tone becoming serious, ‘I really need to be doing something.”
Jimmy hesitated. Technically Jessica wasn’t allowed in the kitchen alone. If he was with her … she wasn’t really breaking any rules. He knew she was bored a huge amount of the time, if he cleared the kitchen of any potential weapons how could Jessica cooking be an issue?
“Alright, why don’t you get that pot?” he said indicating the furthest, largest pot. Jessica squealed and jumped up and down, clapping her hands.
“Thank you Jimmy, thank you!” she kissed his lips … a little longer than he would have expected, and went to get the pot. While her back was turned, he gathered all of the knives in the vicinity and threw them into a drawer that was as far from Jessica as possible. Once she had the pot, she didn’t hesitate to get water from the sink, place it on the stove, and turn the stove on. It was as if she did it every day.
“Any veggies to cut up for the sauce?” she asked as she practically skipped to the fridge, and stood peering into it.
“I got them …” Jimmy said taking Jessica by the shoulders and moving her out of the way. “Why don’t you grate some cheese …”
“Where’s the grater?” she asked, snatching the cheese from Jim’s hand. “The water is boiling.” She said peering around Jim. He turned to see steam billowing out from under the pot lid. Jessica moved as if to go around him.
“I got it,” he said, “you grate.”
“Sit Baby!” Jessica said to the pup that rubbed against her leg. “You think she can eat some cheese?” Jessica asked Jim.
“I don’t know …” Jim said, “try it I guess.”
“See if you can catch it … “ she said to Baby. She laughed as the pup nearly missed the piece of cheese.
Scott walked in the front door and did a double take. He saw Jessica in the kitchen, arm moving up and down, Jim not far from her, back to her, stirring a pot.
All need to go to the washroom disappeared as fear gripped him. Was Jim stupid enough to give Jessica a knife? He felt like he was living a double life. When he and Jessica were alone in his room, he felt like he and she were different people. He had nothing to fear from her. He knew every part of her body, she, his … but out here … he knew nothing. She was a different person. Possibly one who would be willing to stab him with the kitchen knife. He had to get it from her. Just to be on the safe side.
Neither Jim or Jessica had noticed Scott’s entrance. Leaning his rifle against the wall as quietly as he could, he took the opportunity to sneak into the kitchen. He saw the dog lying at Jessica’s feet. The dog barely noticed him. He crept behind Jessica, the whole time envisioning how he could get the knife from Jessica as safely as possible. With the element of surprise, it should be easy. He was about to slip his arm around Jessica’s neck, down her front and grab her wrist when he saw the grater on the counter and the orange stub of cheese in her hand. Cheese? She was grating cheese? Relief flooded over him.
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