Revenge – Part 1.4: The Seeds are Planted

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“I mean, it’s only fair, right? You want to see me naked, so first I have to see you naked.” I said.

There was a pause for about a minute.

Without saying anything, and once more staring at the floor, she reached down and pulled her top up over her head.

I couldn’t believe it. I thought that, if she was going to do this at all, it would take a lot more than just a few orders with an arrogant attitude. I think I really underestimated how much she wanted to see my cock again.

She was wearing a plain pink bra, and it looked incredible. It seemed too small for her, the way her cleavage spilled out over the top. The rest of her looked good too, her flat stomach and smooth skin.

Without hesitating, she threw her t-shirt to the floor and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down and kicking them off. Her panties were plain and white. Her legs were amazing, smooth and long, one turned slightly to the side to show a defined calf muscle. I hadn’t noticed, but she was barefoot, and her toenails were painted red.

I blew my mind a little bit how I’d seen this much of her body before, in a bikini, but back then it hadn’t interested me at all. How I thought about her had changed so much, and so quickly.

She stood proudly now, a little gleam of achievement in her eye. She’d risen to the challenge, and now it was time to collect.

I slowly pulled the covers off, revealing my boxer-clad lower half. Looking down, I realised that my usual bulge was even more prominent, as I was beginning to get hard.

She was staring at my bulge with clear anticipation, and what I thought was maybe arousal playing across her face.

She realised that I’d stopped.

“Ke…keep going.” she said, meeting my eye.

I just crossed my arms.

“I’m seeing you in your underwear, you’re seeing me in mine.” I said.

Another flash of anger jumped across her face. I really liked seeing her frustrated, and my cock gave a little twitch.

She clenched her fists and her jaw. Our eyes locked, and I held her gaze. We were already way past the point where I would normally have given up. But not this time.

“But hey, if you want to stop, then….” I reached for the blanket.

“NO!” she said, surprising me with the volume of her voice.

We’d been talking just above a whisper this whole time, due to the late hour. It was mostly out of habit. When the doors were closed, the rooms in this house where pretty much sound proof. We could be screaming our heads off in here, and I doubted anyone would hear us.

“No…” she repeated, more quietly.

She realised I wasn’t going to give in, for once. She slumped her shoulders slightly, as if in resignation.

She reached behind her back and closed her eyes. She held that pose for just a few seconds, hesitating, before suddenly unclasping her D cup bra and dropping it to the floor. Her beautiful tits sprang free. They were incredible, so big, yet seemingly untouched by gravity, standing out proudly on her chest, shaking slightly as she breathed. This made me notice that her breathing was getting heavier. Her nipples were dark, and stiff.

By now my cock was beginning to strain against my boxers, making me uncomfortable.

She crossed her arms over her stomach, lifting her breasts up even more. She looked away, ashamed.

“Well?” I said, letting her know she wasn’t finished.

Again, she looked back at me, but the anger in her eyes lasted only for a second. She was learning that I wouldn’t be moved by her annoyance.

Quickly, and with none of the hesitation of her earlier movements, she pulled down her panties and kicked them off. Every movement made her boobs jiggle, it was so fucking sexy. But I kept my expression neutral. From the way she was standing I couldn’t see much of her pussy, but she had just a neat, well trimmed triangle of pubic hair.

I looked back at her face. Her hands were on her hips, and there was that same gleam of victory in her eye. She knew I was enjoying her body, and she must have felt like it gave her some measure of control.

Glancing at the panties spread out on the floor, I could see a small wet patch on the crotch of them.

This was turning her on.

I smiled, and she followed my gaze. She was startled when she saw what I was looking at, her eyes once again going wide with shock. She opened her mouth, as if to make some sort of excuse. I raised one eyebrow and smirked. She looked away, closing her mouth.
Nothing to say. How wonderfully unusual of her.

But then she remembered.

“Ok…it’s your turn now.” she said.

I sighed, but moved around on the bed a little, wanting to give her the best view.

“Would you like to get closer?” I said.

Her eyes were fixed on my bulge again. She nodded quickly and moved forward a few steps, then hesitated, before closing the distance completely and kneeling beside the bed. I wasn’t expecting her to get that close, but I could still see her tits, so I didn’t mind.

With my left hand I lifted the waist band of my underwear. With the other, I reached in and grabbed my slowly stiffening cock. I just held it inside for a few seconds, watching her expression. This was it, the reaction I’d been waiting for.

I pulled my cock completely out of my underwear and let it drop against my thigh.

Her eyebrows shot up, and her eyes went wide. Her mouth formed a perfect “O” of surprise, and again she brought the tips of her fingers up to cover her mouth in that little gesture of alarm. She also let out a weirdly cute little gasp.

She held that pose, as the silence stretched.

At this stage my cock was about 7 inches long. It lay along my right thigh, still not hard enough to be completely erect, and unable to support it’s own weight otherwise.

She stared at my cock silently as I stared at her face, trying to burn her expression into my mind.

After a little while, she met my eyes again, before quickly turning back to my cock. Her expression of complete awe was seriously turning me on, and my cock twitched again.

I didn’t want to be the first to break the silence, but I was desperate to hear what she was thinking.

“Well, is it everything you hoped for?” I asked.

She was startled by my voice. She met my eyes again for only a few seconds before looking back.

“Uh…” she started. Her voice seemed lower, breathier, and somehow more seductive than before. I guessed it was because of how turned on she was getting.

She shook her head slightly.

“I…”she said.

She let out a little laugh, holding her head and shaking it again.

“It’s huge.” she said simply, turning to meet my eye.

“Yeah,” I replied.

She let out another little laugh of disbelief, and smiled.

“And it’s not even hard yet.” I said.

Her a face suddenly darkened with, again; shock, disbelief, but this time also fear, it seemed.

“Really?” she said.

I nodded.

She looked at it again.

“Can I…touch it?” she asked.

She reached towards my cock.

“No.” I said.

I suddenly, impulsively, grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm roughly to the side. She grunted in pain, and met my eye with that same anger I was used to.

“Ow, what the fuck! Get off me!” she shouted, struggling against my grip.

I twisted her arm back, and leaned close to her.

“I don’t know how you don’t already know this, Jessica, but I fucking hate you.” I said, almost whispering.

Different emotions seemed to flood across her face, anger and pain and fear.

“Now get out.” I said.

I pushed her back. She tumbled backwards on to the floor, giving me a clear view of her pussy. Her smooth, pink pussy lips were clearly glistening with arousal.

She stood up angrily, gathering up her clothes and holding them in front of her.

“You know what?” she said, “Fuck you, faggot. My boyfriend’s dick is twice the size of yours anyway.”

I laughed a little at that.

“That’s not what I heard.” I said, holding up my little finger, copying her earlier gesture.

She was outraged, and confused, but she didn’t say anything more.

She took one last look at my cock, her eyebrows still furrowed in anger, but biting her lip with clear lust. I held my pinky up beside it for a comparison, mocking her.

She made a noise of disgust in her throat. I laughed again as she turned to leave, showing me her ass. It was perfectly round and perky. I’d never paid much attention to asses before, and made a silent note to remedy that.

She left, still completely naked, and slammed the door behind her. In her hurry, she left her panties behind.

Originally, I didn’t intend to kick her out. I figured if we got this far along in the plan, I would just have sex with her, or something. Just go with whatever happened next.

But that wasn’t enough now. I didn’t want to just fuck her.

I wanted to make her beg for my cock.

I wanted to dominate her, completely.

My dick was rock hard, now. I’d been trying to keep from getting fully hard while she was here, but I liked seeing her so dejected and angry, maybe even more than I liked looking at her perfect, naked body. I idly stoked my shaft a few times, but I didn’t want to masturbate.

I vowed then that the next time I came, it would be all over Jessica’s face.

And she’d beg for it.

The next day, things were a little different. I fearlessly strode in to the kitchen where the girls were eating breakfast.

Anger flashed across Jessica’s face for a few seconds when I walked in, but she didn’t say a word. Which was pretty much a first. Rose seemed surprised at her, but didn’t comment.

Throughout the day, the three of us spent time together. I talked mostly to Rose, revelling in being able to spend time with her without being hassled. Jessica didn’t say more than a few words to me, and when she did she avoided my eyes. More than once I caught her glancing at my crotch.

Jessica left before dinner.

“Wow, today was a lot of fun!” said Rose, when we were alone after dinner.

“Yeah. It’s nice, hanging out with you again.” I said.

“I think Jessica’s finally started to warm up to you, she didn’t insult you once!”

She seemed genuinely pleased.

“Yeah, that only took, what, 18 years?” I said.

Rose sighed.

She looked guilty.

“Look…I know Jessica’s pretty much hated you since…well, forever. I’ve tried to talk to her about it, but…I mean, it’s not really just about you, she’s not the easiest person to get along with normally anyway…and I guess she always just thought that you were trying to come between us…”.