Tara’s Seduction
Copyright© 2025 by Gigi Potemkin
Chapter 7
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 7 - The lesbian awakening of a muscle mommy
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian School DomSub FemaleDom Rough Spanking White Female Lactation Squirting Big Breasts Slow
‘I thought we were over this subject, newbie.’
Jessa very few times faced me eye-to-eye, preferring instead to look at me with a side gaze, always proud, barely containing her smirk of superiority —which may have served to compensate for her, let’s say, ‘inferior stature’ before my own.
When I faced her again, however, I was no longer the impressionable little girl she once saw me as:
‘But I’m not over it yet, Jess.’
‘‘Jess’? Who gave you the right to speak to me like this?’
‘Oh, I can call you like that, can’t I? If you let me, then I let you call me Tatty!’
‘You’re ‘newbie’, that’s what you are.’ And she sniffed arrogantly at me. ‘And I don’t need your permission to call you whatever I want. Go away, go, you little devil. Stop tempting me with such forbidden desires.’
But her smile left it clear that...
‘You want to be tempted by them, I know.’
‘Stop it.’
‘What happened?’ I looked her intimately. ‘The King broke your heart?’
Jessa stared intensely into the void, her fantastic cleavage rising and falling graciously, betraying the sad breathing of her being.
‘Why do you disturb me so? Certainly you will find many others very eager to talk about this damned male, if that’s what you really want.’
‘Yes, maybe I will, but I feel none of them is as ... qualified ... as you are.’
Jessa looked to one side, to her left arm, and I myself was shocked by what her gesture revealed.
‘Are you this thirsty, sweetie?’
Only then did I wake up from a trance and saw that I was brushing her arm very gently with one fingernail.
I didn’t cower after being caught on the unconscious act, however, for there was no malice in that simple and delicate gesture.
Yet.
‘Yes, I am. Quite a lot, actually.’
‘Then it’s because of your own choice, you know that.’
‘It’s due to high standards, Jessy. I don’t wanna get used to small fries.’ And by ‘fries’, of course, I mean a d...
‘Welcome to life, dear: weak pussy boys and timid males are almost all that await us.’
‘It doesn’t need to be like that.’
‘Doesn’t need to, and it shouldn’t be like that, but it is, and the sooner we accept it the sooner we learn to... ‘
‘Come on, I know you don’t believe this bull crap.’
She lowered her body towards the table where she was studying, meditating sweetly while her bust expanded and contracted heavily. A few strands of her blond hair fell over her breasts, like cherries on top of the sweetest cake!
‘Yeah, I know. But how else can we keep ourselves grounded in reality, friend?’
‘By satiating our desires. Fighting for more, ever and ever, without rest or giving up.’ And I, all giggly, struck a Superman pose midflight. ‘To infinity and beyond!’
‘Ha, ha! Okay!’
‘Have I told you about my best?’
‘Your best wha...?’ She soon realized and looked scared at me, with one side of her lower lip weighting lower and lower, opening up her beautiful mouth in that delicious pose I had christened ‘the Angelina’. ‘No, newbie, you haven’t —and I don’t wanna hear it.’
But I opened my mouth and spoke it anyway:
‘He was a bad boy with a rock star vibe... ‘
‘I’m not in the mood for that.’ She said, while also remaining still and not even trying to cover her ears.’
‘Tall and trim, with a hair only less rebel that his whole, you know, ‘tough guy’ persona, that sweet, gorgeous adventurous scoundrel!’
‘Newbie, newbie! Haven’t I said I’m not in the mood for...?’
And she heard how he daringly invited me to the hills, how he slowed touched me and ‘heated me up’ until I was begging for his lips, how he expertly removed my shirt, bra, panties and all kinds of cloth right after I had gushed with pleasure on his proficient fingers, and how skillfully he took me, like his lioness in heat, over those very hills, beneath the full moon light, making me scream and come for all the farmers to hear!
When I was done, my friend was clearly aroused, crossing her legs only less intensely than her cheeks were getting flustered and her aureole, near the tips of her generous cleavage, were getting reddish (ah-ha! I knew it!).
She looked grateful for the images I had conjured up on her mind.
‘Nice story. Must have been quite a night.’
‘The best, honey. The best!’
‘Well, my best was... ‘ And she hesitated only once before finally giving in: ‘my best fuck was with him, of course.’
‘The King.’
‘Yeah. Who else!’
‘Oh, yeah. The infamous King of the Threesome!’
‘What a silly nickname.’
‘You look so hurt. He doesn’t have the vibe of a man who treats his ladies well.’
‘No, it’s not that, no!’ And, in that instant, I was shocked by how readily she jumped on the opportunity to defend her man, much like a lioness protecting her cubs. ‘He’s great! He’s a prince, he’s a... ‘
‘King.’
‘Exactly! Nothing less.’
She swayed the pages of her notebooks in front of her bust so as to refresh herself.
‘Then why all this grief?’
‘Oh, you know. You and ‘Johnny’, for instance: didn’t you get mad when he finally left you?’
I shook my head side to side, all so naive.
‘No. It was an incredible night, but... ‘
‘Let me guess: it was your only night, am I right?’ Still even more naive, I shook my head now up and down. ‘I see. You didn’t have time to get attached.’
My ears spiked, overflowing with curiosity.
‘But you did, right? You and the King?’
And she then answered me in a way that made me finally understand why so many girls looked at her with a mix of absolute respect and endless hatred:
‘I was his ‘favorite’. He never put it like this, obviously, but it was clear to everybody that I ... well... ‘ She crossed her arms. ‘No other woman slept those many times with him. That I’m certain of!’
‘Oh... ‘
‘We’ve met right on my freshman year... ‘
‘Uh-uh.’
‘Actually, he met me. He walked towards me and ... frankly, I don’t remember exactly what he said, but I know it didn’t need to be much. His ‘fame’, which was already enormous, practically did all the job before he even opened ... his gorgeous lips!’
‘You two ... how long did you both...?’
‘Doesn’t matter. All that matter is that he dumped me. After promising me worlds, he dropped me on the garbage bin, and afterwards I was forced to get all the pieces of my heart together again, all while hearing about his other extraordinary ‘exploits’; about his night with those three bitches and what else!’
I leaned closer to her.
‘So it was before that episode, right?’
‘Our romance? Yes. I even think that night with the Three Whores was the reason he finally ‘broke up’ with me —if there even was something there to be ‘broken up’, you know?’ She laid down her hands on her waist, making her enormous firm breasts bounce and wiggle, and then she embraced her own lap to process all the pain she felt within. ‘He promised that I’d meet his family. He said ... oh... ‘
It wasn’t arousal which consumed her anymore; it was misery.
I put one hand over her shoulder, feeling her perfect skin, and looked at her deeply, trying to take a bit of that pain no other woman could know.
‘It’s alright. You know what? Let’s forget this son of a bitch!’
‘Huh?’
I gave her a beautiful smile.
‘You were right: let’s not waste any more of our time with this heartless scoundrel. It was rude of me to keep bringing this subject up, to be honest. Let’s talk about other stud ... I mean, other stuff, if that helps you forget the damage that son of a gun has caused on you.’
‘I’m gonna have a study session on my dorm, if you’re interested.’
I got lost, all breathless, due to how much effort it took me to understand that sudden sentence.
‘Huh?’
She rolled her eyes, certainly thinking something like: «oh, you silly little country girl!»
‘Me and my roommate get together to study on Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays on our dorm. I’d like you to come by and, I don’t know, we can figure out something more fun to do. Something different, at least. Less lonely, if you get what I’m saying.’
I pondered for a while, really attentive to the academic pressures that my growing curriculum exerted over my schedule.
‘I don’t think our subjects align that much.’
‘Yes, they do, because —if I’m not mistaken— we’re on the second quarter and your subjects probably are... ‘
Very ably she described how our schedules met on many subjects, to the point that I finally consented, much happier than I should be feeling for such a trivial topic:
‘Alright. You want me to show up, then?’
‘Of course. It’s gonna be fun. Break the mold a little.’ And she winked. ‘Besides, my roommate has been getting more ... stuck-up, you know ... with the passing of the days. A lot of heartbreaks too, not to mention the stress of studies.’
‘Oh.’
‘When we’re done, we can relax and ... chat a little more about these things, okay?’ Her eyes, much like the rest of her face, dove into a delicious sea of roses. ‘These things that shouldn’t be talked about in the open.’
I agreed, silently. We talked a little bit more about some other things, I don’t remember what, and eventually parted ways. I left out all jolly and delighted, without processing too well those weird emotions that gave my belly butterflies.
«Silly little country girl!» And I stared into the starry sky, without the yearning to touch myself or caress my private parts that night, so much wrapped around on the expectations of what I would study and discover on the study session Jessa had arranged.
I was awestruck as soon as I got to her condo, where I was faced by a vast, modern-looking apartment complex, all shining under deep, elegant blue lights, and was later greeted by employees who looked like concierges from Upper East Side apartments instead of workers from an American college suburb.
‘Where would you like to go?’
‘Room 4S, please. It’s Jessa’s.’
As soon as I got out of the lift, I saw my friend on the other side, dressed on an incredible pink-ish pajamas, coming to greet me with a very tight hug, oh God!
‘It’s so nice of you to come, honey!’
‘Of course I came.’ And I gave her cheek a little smooch, taking the opportunity to smell, of course, her scent while her dense, hard breasts drilled on my abdomen, right above my bellybutton. ‘What’s up? You look more lively today.’
‘Good things have been going on! Come, come, come on in now!’
I quickly followed her, mourning the break up from her hug.
Oh, I don’t even know how she’d managed to hug me properly with those two bloated, curvy mountains she so miraculously supported on her thin, hot figure.
‘Come, come, come on in.’
Seeing her hoping in front on me, I could finally have a clear view of how she looked from behind.
«Oh, my bloody heavens!» I gasped, acting like a douchebag.
Her pajamas were long and quite light, leaving little to imagination when they fluttered during her more energetic movements and revealed, to my delight, the absolutely maddening outlines of her phenomenal ass!
«This little slut! What the hell is this spoiled little princess eating, huh??»
Oh, there’s no diet for that kind of beauty: only good genes. Some f#cking great blood, that precious little tramp had!
«Oh, well!»
Once inside her room, I didn’t pay much attention to what she was saying nor did I mind the questions she was making, as I was too taken aback by the immense comfort and luxury of her space.
‘Life is going well for you, isn’t it, sister?’
‘Oh, yeah, I guess.’ She too looked around, trying not to flaunt her wealth in that falsely modest way only very rich people could act: ‘But it’s nothing too fancy, no. You can see it’s quite a small and homely place.’
‘Small and homely are my panties! This room is fantastic!’
‘Oh, gee, I... ‘ She giggled. ‘Okay, I guess, ha, ha! So, where do you live?’ And the chit-chat went by until she eventually caved in: ‘Oh, it’s true, I’m really fortunate for having such a great place, but you have to admit it’s quite small.’
‘It’s perfect, that’s what it is. How many people live here?’
‘Just me and my roommate.’
‘Get outta here!’
‘Hey, wait a sec. Let me call her!’
But the third voice immediately presented itself:
‘No need to call, Jess. I’m here!’
‘Mmm, ‘Jess!’’ I looked at her provokingly, and when I turned around to see who was speaking, I saw her colleague coming at us with a bunch of books.
«Well, well, well», I remember saying to myself, a bit ashamed for not being able to pay attention in nothing else but ... you know ... how blessed both my partners were.
«Did I get into some parallel dimension where everyone looks like models or what?» I smirked. «Or is it the lack of men that’s leaving me up this horny??»
Studies surely wouldn’t be my focus that night.
Don’t take me wrong: it’s not as if Jessa’s roommate was another goddess or something. Actually, compared to all the women I had know or heard of up until that point —Jessa, Allison, Amber, Malaya... —, that roommate of hers was pleasantly ‘ordinary’.
Ordinary, yes, but still so much beyond your average lady! She was a medium-sized brunette —5.25 to 5.4ft— with a perfectly enviable body; sun-burnt white skin, thin and toned, a waist a little bit thicker and shoulders a little bit wider than Jessa’s, and strong legs of someone who liked to surf or hitchhike.
As soon as she saw me, however, her antipathy was apparent. Poor little thing! I could understand her woes! With already a tall supermodel like Jessa sharing her space, my own presence there must surely have made her fell even tinier!
‘You must be Tara, right?’
‘Uh-uh.’ I shook her hands, which were so cold!
‘I see. So, you’re still after that hunk or did you come here to study, huh?’
Both laughing and fuming, Jessa put herself between us and barked:
‘Anyone who mentions that bastard leaves! Actually: I’ll simply go to my room and sleep, understood?’
‘Alright, Jessy-Jess.’ Her roommate gave her a friendly tap on her ass. ‘I’m also not much into boys tonight.’ And rolled her eyes in displeasure. ‘I’ve already got my mind full with that last one piece of garbage...!’
The two following hours were a very productive session of studies and crossed examinations of my curriculum and those of the girls, and that was certainly much more important for my future than any other discussion had or decision made on that night.
Uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah. So much more important! That’s why I’m gonna skip all of this crap and jump straight to the end of the session, when we were drinking our little bottles of juice and gas water while our heads still hurt after so many complex exercises and mental gymnastics.
Jessa’s roommate got up and announced:
‘I’m going to bed, folks. Need to get up early to Milgrom’s.’
‘Nighty-night, love!’
She and Jessa exchanged kisses on their cheeks. Before leaving, her roommate looked at me for a few seconds while standing still, almost as if pondering if she should say or do anything.
‘See ya, freshman. Keep your focus on the studies and on what’s important, okay?’
‘Of course.’
She came closer. I took her hand and gave it a friendly squeeze, but I didn’t properly calculated my strength, which made her take back her arm with a little squeal:
‘Ouch! Why did you do this?’
‘Oh my gosh, sorry! I didn’t mean for it to be strong!’
She looked at me from head to toe, focusing finally on my super thick legs beneath my short jeans, and waved goodbye with a thin layer of indifference over the intense jealousy of her look:
‘Be careful, okay? You’re a pretty big girl, you know that?’
‘Sorry!’
And she left with no more words. ‘She’s jealous.’
I feigned cluelessness.
‘How? Why?’
‘She does sports for quite a while now and wants to get more mass. To get bigger, you know, but all the classes and other commitments have taken such a toil on her that she’s rarely got time to focus on exercises as much as she’d like.’
‘Mmm. Right.’ I lowered my face to cover up my smile. ‘And you think she got a bit ... intimidated?’
‘Envious, for sure. Eating herself up out of jealousy! She works so hard, you know, and makes so many sacrifices, and then she meets an athlete such as you, a girl who doesn’t even work that hard and still looks like you came straight from the Olympics.’
‘Oh, please!’
‘Drop the modesty.’ And she smiled wider. ‘You know exactly how good you look.’
I nodded.
‘Okay. I kinda noticed a cold-shoulder on her when I arrived.’
‘Give her a break. She also got dumped by her boyfriend a few days ago, so she’s still a little shaken.’
‘No shit! How sad.’
‘The guy actually dropped her for a taller, more fitness-looking gal, which is quite ... well, you can understand why she’s a little bit queasy with big girls like yourself.’
‘Oh, that’s silly!’
‘You know very well it’s not. Next to you, our competition drive kicks in full-gear, and so do our sorrows.’
‘I’m not that attractive!’
And she gave me that ‘oh, please!’ look.
‘You know you are. Why else would you choose this outfit, huh? So revealing and provocative!’
And she gave my legs a little kick, making me laugh.
‘It’s not provocative!’
‘On a average body, yeah, it wouldn’t be, but on yours...! Look, I don’t wanna be indiscrete, dear, but on your body, your clothes almost looks like a beach outfit. As is: there is little left for imagination!’
‘Jesus!’
‘You look like one of those Brazilian super-fit, super-thick girls we see on Carnival!’
‘Please, stop!’
I laughed, but it was true. Oh, who was I to say otherwise? I don’t know if I’d done it intentionally, but at the very least I had indeed chosen that attire with a subconscious desire to show off: the short jeans went down to just the upper half of my thighs, fitting so tightly into my waist that it made the muscles of my butt look like they were flexed all the time, giving me the appearance of someone who’s carrying two big sacks of cement on the butt.
«But such a beautiful, undeniably wonderful butt!» I confessed, filled with pride, for it was the pure and simple truth: the kind of ass that, on women like me, worked like a big afro hair on black women: everyone who saw it wanted to touch it!
‘So, newbie ... you wanna leave or want to stay a while longer?’
‘I wanna stay.’
‘Okay, but you can’t talk about ... him.’
I smiled.
‘Of course I’m going to talk about him.’
I gave her a naughty smile, from one corner of my lips, and this time she didn’t feign any discomfort; on the contrary: she smiled back, humorously, and got up from the sofa with her body turned to the kitchen.
‘You drink? We’ve got good wine.’
I was more used to beers, whiskey and vodka, being the good tomboy that I was, but I wasn’t going to refuse the more tender and subtle experience that a glass of wine could bring.
‘Hey, of course. Tasty!’
‘White or red?’
That night I was more into white things.
‘White’.
‘All good. Wait a sec.’
Alone with my thoughts, I asked myself what I was doing and why I did such things. «I never had this kind of ... curiosity.»
But what kind of curiosity, really?
Jessa came back with a bottle and two glasses on her hands, which she filled up by leaning over the table in front of our sofa, giving me another good chance to stare at her big wonderful...
‘What are you looking at?’
She caught me! Deer in headlights, was the look I gave her.
‘Sorry.’
‘For what? Tell me.’ And she giggled provokingly, that rascal. ‘Were you staring at my boobs?’
Oh, my, my, my!
‘Yes.’
‘It’s okay. A bunch of people stare. Men and women alike.’ And, leaning back, she arched her body backwards and grabbed her boobs from below, making them jiggle a little. ‘I didn’t seduce the King with my personality alone.’
I pressed my legs against each other even tighter, feeling a bit of fire rise from the top of my c...
‘You’re really beautiful. Sorry, but I had to get that out of my chest.’
‘You too, sweetie. You’re a diva. Got such a nice body.’
‘Yeah’.
‘And your boobs aren’t much behind mine.’
‘Mine are too thick. I think they’re brutish.’
‘I think they’re awesome! They fit perfectly on you, like mine fit so well on me.’
What was she thinking? Soon enough, we would be comparing each other’s sizes!
‘Want to keep studying?’
‘Oh, no!’ It was eleven o’clock, and she readily grabbed the TV’s remote and logged onto her Netflix account. ‘It seems they released the latest season of ‘Love’. Wanna check it out?’
‘‘Love’. Is it good?’
‘Oh, it’s so cute. You know those old comedies from Seth Rogen, from the time they were actually funny? Like, ‘Knocked Up’ and such.’
‘I love ‘Knocked Up’!’
‘So, it looks like ‘Love’ is directed by the same person ... or has got the same producer, I don’t recall well. Anyway, it’s a very sweet rom com, really cool, actually.’ She winked at me. ‘So cute and charming.’
‘Alright, then.’ I smiled. ‘Put it in.’
‘You wanna watch from episode one, maybe?’
‘You decide.’
‘Okay.’
To be honest, it really was a cool show. Too bad my eyes that night weren’t at all focused on the romantic misadventures of Mickey, Gus and their little dorky friends.
I turned to Jessa and tried my hand at the risky question:
‘Hey... ‘
She turned to me so quickly it seemed she was already waiting for my voice.
‘If it’s about that guy, I’ll get out.’
But I was already too overflowing with confidence to believe her bluffs. I simply smiled, staring at her unblinkingly, and replied:
‘No, you won’t.’
She laughed without a sound and lowered her shoulders even further, feeling herself more and more smiley and lighthearted as she turned the glasses of wine on her lips.
‘Alright. Ask it, you sassy country girl.’
‘Do you still have any contact with him?’
Her eyes wandered through the room before she finally accepted reality:
‘I don’t think anybody does. He’s a man of many women, but also ... of no woman in particular.’
‘What does he do, exactly?’
‘Business.’
‘Yeah, but what kind of business?’
She shrugged.
‘If I had this kind of information, I’d have used it to ‘profit’ a little bit.’
‘All that time you spent together...?’
‘No.’ She answered before I even finished. ‘He didn’t say a thing. He’s quite modest, you know.’ That time, I noticed her extreme difficulty in keeping her own legs closed. ‘Mysterious.’
‘Oh.’
‘You’re really going after him, aren’t you?’
‘There’s no way I cannot go.’
‘Are you adventurous?’
‘Not really. Just curious.’
‘Ha. This curiosity is going to screw you up, I tell you. Trust me, sweetie: he ... he is the best man you’re ever going to know, yes, but ... the emptiness... ‘ She lifted her left hand up to her breast. ‘I was almost driven mad the whole month after he dumped me.’
I was swallowing up dryly without being able to stop.
‘Which only leaves me even more curious.’
‘Well, I don’t have a reason to care. And I don’t have a way to help you, either. As I said, I don’t know where he is, nor when he comes back or if he’ll ever come back again.’ She took sip from the glass, filled with resentment. ‘If I had any idea, you bet I’d be going after him, just so I could harass that man, get a little bit of... ‘ She licked her lips. ‘Satisfaction!’
‘So you’re still into him.’
‘Oh, silly, how could I not be?’ Her legs opened up; they needed space to let out the steam. ‘It’s ... inhuman ... the things he did to me.’
The best thing of her clothes is that I could see the arousal run throughout her entire body: the pleasure jolts bursting from her waist and spreading all the way up to the back of her neck, whose tiny hairs were as hardened as her nipples and her whole breasts, so proudly pointing upwards, piercing the sky as their owner gasped for air.
I licked my lips and locked a feral look on her. I spread my legs open, making a coarse noise on the sofa, and gave them too a little bit of space so that the fire on my waist didn’t eat me up so fast.
On that moment, I cared only to not get any more aroused than she was; to let one of us remain conscious and rational, so that the conversation didn’t lose its way in the middle of foolish and senseless moans.
‘Tell me.’
‘Tell you what, newbie?’
‘How’s he? Not his appearance.’ I pulled myself to her until I was one feet away from her legs, so close in fact that she raised up her guard against me. ‘I want to know how he is in the sack. I’m dying to know. Almost literally.’
For the first time that night, she looked less entertained and more hurt, to the point of almost kicking me out:
‘I think we shouldn’t be talking about this.’
But I soldiered on, betting all-in. I took the wine bottle from the table and lowered its mouth on my partner’s glass, which was already so close to the hardened nipples of her lust-filled breasts.
‘I think we should, yes.’ I poured the alcohol right on the glass. ‘Please, don’t be selfish. Share this man with me a little bit, come on. Even if just the memories. The steamy ones.’
While I filled up her glass, I withheld the temptation of just turning the bottle to her cleavage and pouring the liquid over her pajamas, which would get as wet as she’s was between her legs and would stick so well on her smooth, soft skin, revealing me everything.
But I took a deep breath and kept my poise. If I were hasty, I’d lose it all!
‘I don’t want to remember.’
‘You already remembered. I know you’re going to finger yourself while thinking of him anyway.’
‘Watch your tongue!’
‘I thought about saying ‘masturbate’ or ‘touch yourself’, but there’s no other way to really say this.’ I spread my legs even further, really forcing the fabric of my already diminutive shorts, and I rested my right hand limply between them, feeling the tremendous heat that emanated from there. ‘It’s ‘finger yourself’, really. Caress your groins, make love to yourself until you bleed.’ I shook my ass, making the whole sofa tremble. ‘I myself can barely hold up while thinking about all the things people told me about this guy.’
‘Maybe you need ... some treatment.’
‘Hell yeah, I agree.’ I lassoed her with my eyes. ‘And you will be my treatment.’
‘What??’
‘Your story, gorgeous. Come on, drop the attitude, throw away this fear! Come on.’ Once again I spread open my thick thighs. ‘You know it’s only natural.’
She looked at me, locked amidst confusion and desire.
‘You’re very ... masculine, you know that?’
‘I’m very honest with myself and other people, that’s what I am. Unlike you.’
‘Excuse me?’ She crossed her arms. ‘How dare you?’
‘I dare because it’s true. Come.’ I touched my knee on hers, making her breasts point even higher. ‘Tell me. Tell me how he fucked you.’
At this point, one could hear her breathing, her air practically getting stuck on her heated chest. She grabbed the edges of the pajamas on her cleavage and pulled them, fanning herself in order to try and tame those flames, which were now out of control:
‘Mute it.’
She spoke with a crystal voice, so low and delicate I could barely make it out.
‘What?’
She pointed to the remote on the table.
‘Lower the volume. I won’t ... I can’t speak loud. If I do ... you know: I lose my cool.’
‘Of course. Yeah, yeah, of course.’
I leaned over the table slowly, determined from that moment on to fully embrace the performance: not only did I grab the remote, but I spent a lot of time on that simple, beautiful motion, first leaning in on the table and then slowly, oh so slowly returning to the sofa.
I still didn’t know —or didn’t yet accept— why I was doing that, but I did it anyway, yes, and in a very conscious, luscious manner: while I moved with the grace of a dancer and the speed of well-sucked blowjob, almost like an artisan, I took my ass out of the sofa and let it rise up, up, well up, to the point I could hear the fabric so close to tearing due to the stress of my big, fat muscles.
Nothing compared, of course, to the intensity with which I was being watched: Jessa, opening her legs even wider, stared mindfully from behind. I like to imagine how she licked her lips when seeing me, so I took the remote and leaned over even more, getting closer to the TV and raising my big, tight ass to the limit, right until I heard a gasp by my side, followed by Jessa’s legs quickly closing up.