Chapter 3

Jesus. I’m such a loser. “Uh. Right. Ok. Sorry.”

Jess winked at me. Oh holy hell, that wink. It oozed sex and it cut right through me. I would gladly tell strangers in Times Square about those dreams if it earned me another one of those winks.

“Well, um, the one that recurs most often is the one in the Dark Room at Halsey where you’re working late to finish off some project. It’s warm in the work room, so you have your shirt off. You are wearing just a tank top underneath… I notice you don’t have a bra on, and I wonder if you did it on purpose…”

Jess closed her eyes, her hands moved lower, unbuttoning her jeans.

“… and I can see your nipples through the fabric, and I keep trying to find a way to brush against them… because, uh, you know, they are irresistible.”

Jess’s hand was now in her underwear. Her other hand kneaded one of her breasts.

“You ask me to help you sort through the prints, so I sit down. That’s when you lean over my shoulder to look, and I can feel your breasts brushing against my shoulder. I can’t stand it anymore, so I turn around, pull down the front of your tank top, and start licking one of your nipples…”

Jess’s hands were working faster now, and I had to remind myself to breathe as I watched her get off.

“You grab me by the shirt and pull me up. Then, uh, we kiss. A lot. And you rip my shirt off. I press one hand against your breast, and squeeze…”

Jess moaned deeper. She bucked against her hand.

“I undo your trousers and reach in, but you stop me. ‘Dark Room,’ you say, ‘not out here.’ You pull me through the curtains as you take your trousers off and then all of a sudden we are both totally naked. You start kissing me again, and I lift you up onto the counter. I slide two fingers into you.”

I kept stroking her hair and stared in wonder as Jess writhed on the couch.

“I squeeze your breast with one hand while I am fucking you with the other. You are so hot, and wet…”

Jess’s hand was a blur in her underwear. “Oh! AHHH!” She shouted as she came.

“Oh my god, Jess, that was incredible to watch,” I whispered.

“Bed, Alex,” Jess panted, “Clothes. Off. Quick.”

I didn’t think I could move as quickly I did.

–Chapter 3: The DC Trip–

Living with Jess was, for me, the easiest adjustment I ever had to make. I loved discovering her little habits and peccadillos (such as her penchant for taking her bra off the moment she got home and hanging it on the nearest receptacle: doorknob, drawer pull, chair. I didn’t mind — one fewer item to contend with in getting to those magnificent breasts of hers).

At this particular moment, Jess was trying to locate her favourite bra as we finished packing for a trip down to DC. My boss was on the host committee of the Pride Legacy Taskforce, a non-profit focused on at-risk LGBT youth. PLT was holding its annual black tie gala in DC, and Mona had — as she did last year — invited a whole bunch of us to attend.

“I saw it in the study yesterday,” I told her.

She came back out triumphantly brandishing the item and stuffed it in the suitcase.

“So who’s going to be there?” Jess folded a long black dress that I couldn’t wait to see her wear.

“Mona and her wife… also Jared — the VP at work I told you about. He might bring a date. Annie, Michelle, Jo, and some other folks. Olivia and Amy too.” I dropped the last two names with a little trepidation.

Jess looked up, “Olivia… this is the rebound drama you told me about early last year?”

I had sent Jess several emails about my protracted break up with Olivia. “It was an unfortunate situation. Actually, it was around this time last year, come to think of it. Looking back, I probably should have extracted myself at the first sign of trouble. Olivia is still with Amy, by the way, so it all worked out in the end.”

“Amy is her ex? So she was with Amy, then with you, then back with Amy?”

Jess arched her eyebrows and went back to packing, “I can’t believe she didn’t choose you. I’m very happy she didn’t, obviously.”

“I suspect Olivia started up with me to get Amy all jealous. I fell for it. Thankfully, we won’t have to spend a lot of time with her. Amy is decent enough… I don’t really get their relationship.”

“She sounds like a piece of work,” Jess closed her suitcase and sank into the couch next to me.

“Olivia — I learned the hard way — can go from charming to weapons-grade bat-shit crazy in an instance,” I drew her closer, “But, as Mona likes to say, ‘not my monkey, not my circus,’ well, not anymore, anyway.”

Jess snorted, “That’s hilarious. I’ve never heard it put quite that way before.” She placed her hand above my heart, “well, you and I are the only monkeys in this circus, and will be forever more.”

My heart expanded several sizes. Jess had told me a little about how her last relationship ended, and I knew the idea of being in a relationship was a big deal for her. But in moments like this, with words like that, I couldn’t help but allow myself a little mental cartwheel of joy.

I chuckled, “I like the sound of that. Come on — let’s go grab a bite to eat before heading to Penn Station.”

“Oh, you read my mind,” Jess whispered in my ear as she pushed me back onto the couch, “I was just thinking of having something tasty in my mouth…”

My body started tingling. Jess wants to go down on me? No objections. Whatsoever. I lifted my hips as she worked my jeans and boxers off. I leaned forward and reached for her, but she pushed me back again, “Nope, this is payback for you fingering me in the cab the other night and scandalising that nice cabbie from Haiti.”

“He would not have noticed if you hadn’t started squealing,” I protested, “if I remember correctly—JESUS!”

Jess started sucking on my clit as she threw my clothes to the floor. All I could do was shut my eyes and absorb the unrelenting tides of pleasure she was creating. Jess’s tongue and lips were aggressive and confident, and as always, she put me completely at her mercy. I felt my limbs flailing in a pathetic attempt to process the millions of explosions rippling through my body. Jess had the ability to make me come like no one else. Maybe my lovers in the past had been more passive — or I had less of a connection with them — regardless, Jess’s abilities were without equal. She made me feel vulnerable, powerful, and sexy all at once — and those were not things I usually felt… ever.

I was making incoherent sounds, but they somehow made sense to Jess, because she knew just when to kick it up a notch and thrust inside me, all while her mouth was doing what felt like a dozen different things to me as she teed me up for a massive orgasm.

When it cascaded over me, I was practically sitting up as Jess had chased me up along the length of couch. My arms were gripping the back of the couch, one of my legs was hanging off the edge, the other hitched up on some of the pillows. My shirt was twisted up around my chest. Jess looked up at me with what can only be described as a self-satisfied grin.

“Are we even now?” I croaked, sliding back down with blissful fatigue.

“Hm, temporarily,” Jess rested her head on my thigh, “I could easily spend a lifetime doing that, and just that.”

“I want a turn,” I declared, “just as soon as feeling returns to my extremities.”

Jess looked at the clock, “You’ll have to prioritise getting dressed, darling, otherwise we’ll miss our train.”

I looked at the clock, “Bloody hell, Jess! We’re late!”

Alex and I settled into our seats on the train, having made it with minutes to spare. We kept catching each other’s eyes and smiling like idiots, our impromptu tryst still firing adrenaline through our veins. Alex attempted — unsuccessfully — to literally get into my pants on the way to Penn Station and it was exhilarating; I loved that she tried.

Being together, out in the world, knowing that I had this unseen connection with her was like sitting on a delicious secret that nobody could experience even if they found out about it.

As the train pulled out of the station, Alex whispered in my ear, “By the way, I’m really, really good at having hotel sex.” She then nonchalantly picked up her book from her backpack and started reading.

Two can play at this game.

“Sweetheart, you have something on your shirt… right there,” I said, as I brushed the front of her shirt, applying just enough pressure against her nipple to make her blush. She made a good effort to keep reading.

“Oh dear, it’s on your trousers now,” I swiped my hand along the inside of her thigh, hitting the top of her inseam forcefully.

“Okay! Truce!” Alex yelped and grabbed my hand when I feigned another swipe, “Jess, seriously.”

I wiggled my eyebrows at her, picked up the newspaper and hid my grin behind the Metro section.

Some time after we passed Delaware, I started sensing that someone was staring intently at me every time he walked past. I looked up and froze as I made eye contact with the man, who was looking quizzically at me.

“Oh shit,” I said, grabbing Alex’s hand.

“What?” Alex looked at me with concern as the man made his way towards us.

Not letting go of her hand, I quickly said, “There is absolutely no way I can apologise enough for what’s about to happen.”

“JESSIE???” The man said as he approached.

“Hi Mateo,” I replied.

“I thought it was you! What are you doing here in the U.S.?” He appeared to not have noticed Alex at all.

I looked at Alex, “I’m on school break, so am here visiting Alex, my gi–.”

“Oh-ho! Is this your new boyfriend?” Mateo glanced over at Alex, “Let me tell you, Jessie, I have not given up on you yet.”

Alex and I just sat there, dumbstruck. “Mateo, Alex isn’t my boyfriend…” I started to explain.

Mateo interrupted, “That’s even better! Look, I’m working in DC now. Call me. As I have always told you, I think we’d be good together.” He handed me his card, winked, and sauntered away.

Alex put her book down and looked at me, a small smile creeping onto her face, “Please explain.”

“We were set up on a blind date when I was at uni. Not surprisingly, it was a total disaster. I had to fake a migraine to get out of the dinner. He called me a couple of times after that, but I never went out with him again. Apparently, He hasn’t changed.”

Alex chuckled and gave me a quick kiss. She picked up her book, “If we see him again, I’m flashing him my boobs.”

“Even though I would get a kick out of his brain melting if you did that, those are for my enjoyment only, please.” I stared at her chest meaningfully.

“What? These teeny tiny things?” Alex mocked.

I felt the blood vessels in my cheeks expand as Alex’s naked chest flashed up in my mind, “Yes — those things. Along with your pecs and your hyper-sensitive nipples. The whole package. Mine.”

Alex stared at me. The fact that Alex had no idea how hot she was made her even sexier. I gave her the most beguiling wink I could come up with.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” Alex adjusted her jeans, “and now I have to sit with it until we get to the hotel.”

I rested my hand on her thigh and felt it tense up in response, “Oh sweetheart, it’s mutual.”

Travelling down to DC with Jess was amazing for so many reasons, not least the fact that being together — as a couple — was starting to feel real. It was on the cusp of not being brand new anymore, but I still found myself giddy with excitement every now and then.

There were moments where I would be going about my day and remember that something awesome was happening, and then realise with amazement that the “something” was having Jess in my life.

Checking into the hotel together felt like a public declaration of our relationship. I was relishing it. Jess didn’t give me much time to overthink it though. She pushed me through the door the moment the keycard beeped. She kissed me so forcefully I couldn’t remember how we got onto the bed or where our clothes went.

She was so wet, and my tongue happily swept it all up. I spent a lot of my time focused on her clit, supremely proud that I could drive her wild with my efforts. Jess’s deathlike grip on the bedsheets told me this one was going to be a monster.

“Under..” she moaned.

Somewhere along the way, we discovered that Jess had one spot on the underside of her clit that was ten thousand times more sensitive than anywhere else. I had been licking everywhere but that spot, waiting for just this moment.

“Alex… under..” she muttered again, pushing her hips up. I smiled… and went for it.

The moment the tip of my tongue made contact with that spot, Jess started screaming.

“JUST-LIKE-THAT-JUST-LIKE-THAT-JUST-LIKE-THAT…”

I almost came myself, listening to her supplication. Her arousal was flooding my mouth, enveloping my tongue. But nothing could distract me from that spot. It was mine and mine alone, and I loved laying claim to it because it made Jess babble in that amazing way.

Jess’s body tensed. I could feel those beautiful thighs of hers squeezing tight. Her clit started throbbing. I drove my fingers into her, curling them up to rub against her other spot. She was slick and warm, and she wanted more. Jess started thrusting against my fingers, her breasts bouncing with abandon as she moved. I pushed deeper in her with each thrust; I knew it would only be moments before she went over the edge.

“Oh Alex, honey, fuck me! Ahhhhh! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

My lover came and it was glorious to witness. Her breasts shifted sexily as she panted, her hair was a mess, her legs open, the sheets a crazy mess around us.