Ken's Jessica
Copyright© 2026 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 2
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 2 - College student Ken has a crush on a much younger, badly abused girl. The hottie likes him a little, and desperately craves sex. Mostly true story that actually happened in the 1990s. Names changed for obvious reasons.- - - CAUTION - includes mentions of past violence and incestuous abuse, but no incest or violence during the story.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Drunk/Drugged Rape Heterosexual True Story Incest Uncle Niece Exhibitionism First Masturbation Petting Safe Sex Big Breasts Public Sex Smoking Violence
Dice clattered. The night deepened. And in the shadows, something stirred.
A few minutes after one am, a black blur shot through the air like a fuzzy cannonball.
Diablo, Donna’s aptly named hellion of a cat, landed squarely atop Wade’s meticulously arranged dungeon tile map, sending dice and miniatures flying. Brian’s beer tipped and spilled into his lap.
The bug Diablo had been stalking; some doomed, winged, buzzing thing; panicked as the big black tomcat launched himself toward the chandelier.
“Goddamn it, Diablo!” Donna barked, but her lips twitched. The cat’s tail flicked dismissively as he bit the insect mid-air, then promptly lost interest and batted it away when it fell limp. He strutted back across the table, jumping into Donna’s lap, then down to the floor.
Brian snorted, “Fuckin’ menace!” The dead bug landed on Cindy’s arm, inspiring her to freak out. “EEH! Get it off me! YEEK!”
Brian brushed it off. “There, there, Sweetass. It’s okay.” Everyone else giggled or sighed.
Wade, the Dungeon Master, pointed at the chaotic mess on the table. “I guess this session is over. I need to work tomorrow. Can everybody meet here next Friday, six pm?”
Only seconds later the front door burst open, startling everybody again.
A teen boy wearing black leather stumbled inside, Jessica wrapped around him like a horny octopus. Her bare breasts pressed against his jacket, her lips locked onto his in a sloppy, drunken kiss. Her legs squeezed his waist as he blindly navigated the hallway, bumping into walls. One of her sandals dropped to the floor with a “clack.”
My jaw tightened. I tried not to stare at Jessica’s bouncing curves, the way her pink nipples peeked between the boy’s jacket and her own writhing body. The scents of sweat, beer, and sex trailed behind them.
Donna sighed loudly, “Again? Really?”
The young lovers didn’t respond. Jessica’s bedroom door slammed and locked.
Cindy snorted. “She’s gonna get pregnant any day now. What a little SLUT!”
I swallowed hard, adjusting my underwear discreetly. I wondered if Jessica’s moans were always that loud. If she was faking. I hoped.
The rythmic squeaking of her bedsprings started moments later. Donna lit a cigarette, exhaling toward the open window. “At least this one lasts longer than breakfast boy.”
Brian chuckled. “How the Hell do you know that?”
She smirked. “Thin walls.”
The bedframe started tapping against the wall. The group exchanged glances, some amused, some uncomfortable. Me, horny, jealous, and a little angry. The DM and other players gathered their character sheets, rule books, and dice. I helped Scott clean up the empty snack bags and beer bottles. The tapping continued a good ten minutes, after half our game group left. Then, abruptly, silence.
Scott and Donna went to bed, leaving me solo in the living room. Minutes later, the leatherclad teen biker walked out looking ashamed. Jessica slinked to the bathroom, nude and crying. I wanted to check if she was okay, but an adult man approaching a naked girl under fifteen was obviously a bad idea.
I had a seat on the sofa and searched the tv schedule for something to watch. By the time I found a movie I wanted to see, she approached me wearing a robe instead of nothing. I stood and asked, “You all right?”
“He broke up with me!”
“I’m sorry.” I wasn’t, not a bit. I made an effort to hide my smile.
“His other girlfriend is pregnant, so he’s going to propose to her! He waited ‘til AFTER he fucked me to say it! BASTARD!” Tears returned to her face.
“You’ll get over him. I’m sure you’ll find some other guy soon.”
She wiped her eyes. “He was a jerk anyway.”
She went back to her room, and I slept on the sofa again.
In the morning, Pancake Shack reeked of maple syrup and bacon, the kind of place where the walls absorbed decades of grease and laughter. Scott suggested, “How about we go to the water park? It’s an hour drive, but lots of fun.”
I eagerly agreed. “Yeah. Sure!”
“Great idea!” Jessica stabbed her fork into a stack of blueberry pancakes, too aggressively. A bit of syrup squirted onto my wrist. On the way to the parking lot, she watched me lick it off. She licked her own lips and adjusted her shorts.
Donna hummed along to John Coltrane’s jazz hit “Giant Steps”, which blasted from the car speakers once we hit the freeway. Scott groaned, “Christ, Donna! It’s like listening to a cat get strangled by a math equation!”
Jessica rolled her eyes, kicking the back of her mother’s seat. “Change it! This is elevator music for corpses.”
Donna smirked, adjusting her sunglasses. “Better than that sonic diarrhea you kids call music.”
Scott coughed, choking on his coffee. Jess and I chuckled in the back seat.
Donna compromised, switching the station to Bon Jovi, halfway through “Livin’ on a Prayer.” The car fell silent, except the powerful wall of 1980’s rock. Jessica’s fingers brushed my thigh - slow but deliberately. To prevent the catastrophe her touching something else might cause, I gripped her hand in mine. Ten miles of highway blurred past outside as I tried to avoid staring at her beautiful face or sexy chest, with her thumb rubbing the back of my hand.
Bad luck selected the next song, Poison’s superhit “Talk Dirty To Me.” Jess talking dirty might doom me to whatever she desired. She leaned in, pretending to yawn, and the neckline of her top sagged. A perfect, heavy D cup breast nearly spilled free - pale, pillowy flesh crowned with a pink nipple no bigger than a pencil eraser.
My cock twitched violently against my zipper. She didn’t look away, just smiled, cheeks flushing. After five or so seconds, she tugged her top back up like nothing happened.
I turned away and forced myself to count license plates, until the ache between my legs softened into something manageable.
In the parking lot, I opened my door and got out. She wouldn’t release my hand, and followed me. I worried what her mother would think, but Donna saw us holding hands and didn’t seem to care. Jess smiled and I smiled back at her.
It was the first time I’d touched a female more than a few seconds, other than family when I was a kid. Her skin touching mine was nice, reassuring, exciting. It said she liked me. A beautiful girl liked me.
The first thing I noticed wasn’t the height of the slide - though it was dizzying - but the way Jessica’s neon orange bikini clung to every curve as she climbed the tower stairs ahead of me. The fabric stretched taut between her thighs when she adjusted the strap, and the back was little more than two strings bisecting the round swell of her ass. When she turned to smirk at me over her shoulder, the motion made her breasts shift visibly beneath the thin material.
Donna teased, “Quit staring at her butt.” Jess giggled, arching her back to exaggerate the shape of her chest even more. Afternoon sun outlined every dip and swell of her body through the skimpy skin-tight suit.
Scott went first, whooping as he vanished down the chute with a splash. Donna followed, her laughter echoing off the fiberglass. Then Jessica positioned herself at the edge, glancing back once more, this time with a deliberately slow lick of her lips, before pushing off.
My breath caught as she slid down, her legs crossed at the ankles, her arms raised in faux-dramatic surrender. The water at the bottom swallowed her in a frothy bubble explosion. When she surfaced, her hair was slicked back, her chest heaving, the bikini top askew enough to reveal a nipple momentarily. I moaned with arousal. Thirty other guys in the long line moaned or gasped, too. Several adjusted their shorts.
My turn. I barely felt the slide at all. My pulse roared in my ears, trunks suddenly tight. By the time I hit the water, all he could think about was the way Jessica was floating on her back, her hips tilted just so, the V of her thighs barely concealed by rippling water.
Jess grinned and kicked her legs lazily, making the water swirl between us. She ordered, “Follow me! Let’s grab lunch, then go to the surf pool. It’s tons of fun.”
How could I ever refuse such a beauty anything?
As we ate, her mother teased, “Eyes up here, Romeo,” she deadpanned, tapping Jessica’s forehead.
I blushed as her beautiful young daughter giggled.