Chapter 3

Casey has one arm draped lazily around Jessica’s shoulder. She is curled up against him, leg draped over his and her head on his chest. It’s a lazy weekend morning. She is in panties and an old shirt. Casey is wearing shorts. The laptop is playing a show off a popular streaming service.

“I still say we should put a television in here,” she says. “You know, since we’re not getting out of here anytime soon.”

Casey frowns. “We will.”

“When?”

“I don’t know,” he says, his frown deepening.

“I know something is holding you back,” she says kindly, and a bit knowingly. “Would you agree?” After a brief pause, Casey agrees. “Talk to me about it?” she presses. I am a therapist and your girlfriend.”

“I can’t...” he says with a heavy sigh. He kisses the top of her head, and she tilts her face up to meet his. They begin lazily kissing, their attention drifting away from the show.

Jessica pulls herself closer to him, pressing her chest against him. The thin shirt is the only thing between them. Casey bites her lower lip and her heart beat increases. She is getting closer to the truth and breaking down his barriers. He reaches up to massage her breast, and she feels his cock begin to harden. Clearly he thinks that distraction will get him out of his troubles. But Jessica isn’t going to let it go so easily. She slowly rolls him onto his back, pressing her body against his. She kisses his neck and jaw. “Tell me about your fantasies,” she whispers. She pushes away just long enough to pull her shirt over her head.

“What?” he asks.

Jessica tosses the shirt aside and places the laptop on the nightstand. When she looks back down to him, his eyes are hazy with desire. When she leans back down to kiss him, she feels his fully erect member pressing against her. “When you’re lying in bed, when I’ve already left for work, and your touching yourself, working your hand over your big dick...” She slips a hand inside her panties, teasing him. “What do you think about?”

His chest is heaving. “I think about a lot of things.”

Jessica nips at his earlobe. “Like what?”

Casey bites his lip, reluctant to share. Jessica laughs at his uncharacteristic shyness and kisses his lips. “Come on,” she urges, her fingers rubbing slowly against her clit. “We’ve got to get through this barrier so that we can get married and get our life started off.”

“We’re already living it,” he replies smartly, trying to avoid the questioning.

Jessica ignores the comment. “Do you ever fantasize about guys?”

Casey freezes. She looks at his face. Up to this point she strongly suspected it, but now... “I knew it...” She giggles and then kisses him again. “I have the solution.” Casey wants to ask what that solution may be, but he doesn’t get to. Her mouth is already working its way down his torso, across his flat belly and down to the hem on his shorts. When they relax like this they don’t wear undergarments—with the exception of her panties when she wears a shirt— so she knows that the shorts are the only barrier between them. She hooks her fingers around the shorts and pulls them down his legs. They join the shirt on the floor. She lifts his leg up and slowly kisses his calf. “So, in these fantasies,” she says between kisses. “Is it just you and him? Or am I ever there as well?”

“It depends,” he answers, knowing that there is no use in lying or denying. Jessica is far too good a therapist not to tell if he is bullshitting her or not. She continues to kiss his leg, slowly working up toward his thigh. She holds his gaze the entire time, and Casey is finding it difficult to breathe—not because of her actions, but by the revelation he is revealing. “Sometimes you’re giving me a blowjob while I have a dick shoved down my throat.” Her grip on his leg tightens. “Other times I lie in bed, kissing his hard chest while you watch.” He sighs as the heavy load starts to slip away. It feels good to finally tell someone, tell her. At the same time it still feels daunting. He continues at any rate. “I kiss his chest, his stomach, his legs...” he murmurs.

Jessica’s breathing is growing ragged. She puts his leg down and places her face between his legs. She kisses around the most delicate place on his body, but holds off on fully satisfying his sudden craving. “Tell me more,” she breathes heavily.

“I put my face between his legs and lick his dick,” Casey proceeds. “And while you’re sucking my dick, you finish yourself off. And when you’re done...”

Jessica removes her tongue from the tip of his prick and hovers over it, breathing raggedly over the end of it. “Don’t stop now,” she whispers. “Get it all out.”

Casey gives her the slightest nod. “When you’re done, my cum shoots all down his throat. He swallows it down easily enough. Then he flips me onto my back and fucking my ass until I am calling out in ecstasy.”

Jessica’s voice is tight when she growls. “See, doesn’t it feel like a weight has been taken off of you?”

Casey nods. Jessica smiles and pushes off her panties before returning her attention to him, kissing his chest. She runs her tongue slowly across his hips. Then she kisses the tip of his prick again, Casey grips her shoulders, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. She lets her mouth fill with saliva and then slowly licks his erection from base to tip. She licks it over and over again, lubricating it as she watches his body grow more and more tense. Once his length is nearly dripping with her mouth fluid, she crawls up in bed beside him. She places his cock in her hand and begins working it. She kisses his neck and breathes into his eat as she pumps his engorged member. His breath is ragged, a clear sign that he is going to finish quickly.

“Shit...” he breathes, confirming her thought. “Shit, Jessica...” A half laugh escapes her lips, but it is cut off by a moan of pleasure. She squeezes his hardness tighter, working her hand up and down the lubricated shaft. She can feel his precum mixing with her saliva. “Oh shit ... Jessica, I’m going to cum.”

“I certainly hope so.” Jessica kisses him feverishly as she continues to work his cock until the warm, white fluid spills across his belly. She releases him, but before he can relax, she is hovering over him again. Her tongue runs along his body, lapping up the tart sees that has spilled there.

“Fuck...” he gasps. Jessica glances up between licks to watch him watching her. They maintain eye contact as she licks up the last of his cum. She climbs back up in the bed and kisses him.

Well, since you’ve been plagued with those thoughts, maybe you can just roll me onto my stomach and slowly kiss my back,” Jessica seems to purr. You can press your dick against me before you shove it in my ass.”

Within moments Jessica feels like screaming. She can feel his weight pinning her to the bed as his body grinds against hers. Her clit rubs against the sheets, driving her wild. She can feel what is left of Casey’s erection pressing against her ass.

“Get in me,” she moans. “I want you in my ass.” And she feels the pressure as he sits up. Casey grabs her ass and lifts it off of the bed. She feels two fingers plunge inside her cunt. She should have been expecting that move, but she wasn’t. She screams. It urges him to push his finger in deeper. Jessica presses up onto her forearms. Casey’s digits work in and out of her at a furious pace. He kisses her neck and breathes in her ear as he rams his fingers deeper into her. The sound of his fingers slipping in and out of her entrance is loud. His breath is hot and her ear is filled with sounds of heavy breathing and his fingers moving through her sticky snatch. There is a slap of skin on skin as his hand meets her ass as his fingers plunge deeper and deeper inside her.