The Diary

He turned to Steven and asked him. “Steven would you do me a favor and take a quick ride over to the OC (Officers Club) and pick up a bottle of brandy. I’m out and you know how I like to have a glass of brandy with my cigar after dinner. I phoned ahead, they will give it to you. All you have to do is drive to the back door. It will only take ten minutes. Jessie and I will clean up while you’re gone.” Steven went without a hint of hesitation.

I was surprised that I made small talk with Michael, not my usual self. “Did you see the sweater Steven bought for my birthday?” I almost wanted him looking at my breasts again.

“I helped him. I made sure it was cashmere. Nothing is too good for you. And I personally like cashmere.”

“You like the way it looks?”

“No, it’s tactile. I like the way it feels. Especially when touching such lovely soft orbs.”

And then he made a request that sounded awfully like an order. I went into the bathroom. I locked the door and sat down on the toilet seat. I knew what would happen if I did as he ordered. But I was afraid of what would happen if I didn’t. My hands shook as I pulled the sweater over my head, staring into the mirror as my plain, white bra came into view. I reached around back and unsnapped the bra and let it slip down my arms, my naked breasts popping into view. My breasts weren’t big, but firm. It was my nipples that surprised me. They were hard, like pencil erasers, sticking out as if Michael had touched them. They swelled as the soft cashmere material slid over them, looking into the mirror again as they disappeared from sight. My nipples stood out hard. You could tell I wasn’t wearing a bra.

Michael was waiting for me, feeling my face flushed as he looked at my breasts. I could almost feel them moving as I walked. No one had ever seen me like this before, wondering what I was doing. What if Steven came back and saw us? What was Michael going to do?

His voice was loud and demanding. I did as he said, turning to face the counter, feeling him move close behind me. I jumped when his hands touched my waist, his voice soft and reassuring in my ear as though it was Steven, not Michael. His hands moved up my side, fighting to stop from laughing as they almost tickled. My hands clutched into fists at my side as I felt the first touch of his large fingers on the side of my breasts. It was so soft, almost feathering along the soft sides, feeling my nipples explode. I blushed brightly as his hands slid under my breasts, lifting them up, my nipples scraping painfully against the soft cashmere, the arousal almost hurting. They wanted to be touched. His hands became more urgent, his grip on my young, firm flesh harder. I could feel the blood rushing to the tips. I looked down, seeing his hands caressing my breasts as if it were happening to someone else.

I almost came when his fingers touched my nipples, slowly circling each one, feeling them stiffen to hard points, roused by his touch. His fingers pinched them, harder, pulling them, feeling them stretch. I couldn’t believe the pleasure between my legs from the fingers that teased my nipples. It felt like hours as he played with them, forgetting all about Steven.

“I love youthful, firm breasts Jessie. Do you like them played with?”

I couldn’t have said anything if words could have come out of my parched mouth. I was just barely breathing. No one had ever touched my breasts before. And now it was my boyfriend’s father, not my boyfriend. And all I could do was hold the counter tightly until my knuckles turned white and think of masturbating as soon as I got back to my room.

He wasn’t finished. Though he might love the feel of cashmere beneath his fingers, that didn’t stop him from slipping his hot hands underneath the sweater. I arched my back, pushing back my ass until I felt him behind me, his hands rolling my naked nipples as my breathing became rapid and shallow. I felt his cock, my ass pushed up against it. It felt huge, like a babies arm. Would Steven have a cock like that, the thought racing through my head? I was technically a virgin, though I didn’t have a hymen. His fingers were insistent, sending illicit pleasure through my nipples, fondled against my will. Or was it a deep desire that I tried to quell?

I almost came when he nuzzled my neck, his tongue slipping into my ear, rolling around in the tight hole as his fingers continued their fondling. His fingers gripped my nipples tight, feeling like they were trapped in a powerful vise, but all I could do was arch my back and stick them out as he yanked the hardened flesh out of shape. I jumped when the door shut, but Michael took his time, slipping his hand out of my sweater slowly.

“Next time I’ll see them naked and suck them.” Michael moved away from me, but not before he took my hand and placed it against the front of his pants. My fingers instinctively curled around the thick shaft as if I had done this a million times. He pulled away as Steven entered the room.

“You okay?” He asked me as he kissed me.

I knew that my face was flushed and I was almost ashamed that my nipples stood out so provocatively. He looked at them, but not like his father looked at them. I kissed him back. “I missed you.” I pressed up against him, just like his father had done to me. For the first time, I felt him. His cock. It wasn’t as big as his fathers, but I had this desire to reach down and touch it as I did to Michael’s. But I didn’t.

We watched a DVD, Michael leaving us alone after he had his cigar. Michael caught me looking at his crotch, his hand reaching down to touch himself unashamedly. Steven kissed me while watching the movie, a chick-flick that he had picked out for me. I wanted so much for him to touch my breasts, but he was a gentleman all night long.

I came almost every night next week, my fingers teasing my nipples as Michael had done to me, though I didn’t pinch them as hard. But it still made me cum over and over.

Friday March 7

Finals are over, Steven and I spending almost the whole week together at his house studying. I insisted, saying that it was less distracting at his house, though that wasn’t true. I anxiously awaited Michael coming home each day, but ended up going home disappointed. Until today. We were just getting ready to leave, Steven to drive me back to the dorm when he walked in. He surprised me, almost bumping into him. He looked at me, my pussy growing wet as soon as his eyes stared at my half naked legs. In spite of the cold, I had begun to wear skirts. Short skirts. Even Steven didn’t fail to notice, his eyes looking down at my legs when my skirt rode up too high. And my eyes never failed to spot the growing erection in Steven’s pants when he did. I had two men lusting after me after a life of no one.

“Leaving already,” Michael stated to Steven. “Why don’t the two of you stay for dinner? Pizza, my treat.”

“Is that okay Jessie?”

I could barely babble yes to Steven, already wondering how Michael would plan to get rid of Steven for a short time. His mind was quicker then mine.

“If you pick up the pizza, I’ll make the salads. We have to have something nutritious. Jessie has that lovely figure she has to keep to keep you interested.”

“Want to come along Jessie?”

I already had my coat on, trying to think of a way to say no when Michael’s voice boomed loudly.

“You want me to make the salad by myself. I need the help of a good woman.”

He took my coat before Steven could protest, if he would have. But Steven, like me, obeyed without question. And Michael counted on that. I kissed Steven goodbye as if he were leaving for the night, not sure why. Maybe to make Michael jealous. Maybe to feel his cock against me. Was I becoming feminine? Using my girlish charm to lure two men to me. I never thought of doing such a thing in the past.

The door slammed shut, the car starting outside. I went into the kitchen, Michael following me. I could almost feel his eyes staring at me, trying hard to keep my ass from swaying from side to side as if I were teasing him. I went to the refrigerator, Michael pulling out the vegetable tray to reveal a large salad already made in a big plastic bowl. His hand slipped around my waist as he led me to the den, the salad left on the table next to the cutting board, a knife placed on it, Michael sprinkling tiny bits of lettuce on the board. Michael had planned far in advance. What else had he planned?

He sat down in the chair leaving me standing before him, his hands on my hips. He lowered me down on his lap, my eyes on the bulge in his pants, feeling it pressed up against my ass as I settled on his lap. I felt so comfortable on his lap as if I belonged there. He asked me if Steven kissed me yet. I answered yes, but told him how it didn’t spark any passion in me. His fingers circled my lips, Michael telling me how he would teach me and I could teach Steven. His finger entered my mouth, running over my teeth and tongue. I tightened my lips on his finger and he began to push it in and out. I knew how it must look. As if he was fucking his cock in my mouth. His cock jerked beneath me, it affecting me in the same way. His hand lifted my head up and turned it towards him. He told me to open my mouth, his lips covering mine. I was surprised that his lips were as soft, his kiss almost gentle. My mouth was open and then I felt it, his tongue slipping between my lips and entering my mouth. My tongue met his, dancing against it as his hands tightened around me, pulling me closer to him. His kiss became more demanding, his lips crushing mine. All the while his tongue explored my mouth, over my teeth and gums, finally pushing deep into my mouth so that I almost choked. I couldn’t believe a tongue could move that far. He never broke the kiss, my nose flaring as I tried to breathe, my heart racing from the excitement. He turned me sideways towards him, our lips never parting. His hand slid up my side, his large hand encircling one of my breasts, his fingers tightening on it until I felt the blood rushing to the tip, pounding hard. I wished I hadn’t worn a bra.