Revenge, Pt 13: The puns - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 13: The puns

... her. I just sighed again and found the remote, then flicked on the TV. It was already dark outside, and we hadn't turned any lights on yet. Jessica stood up and started cleaning around us, lifting the empty pizza box and beer bottles. I was weirdly pissed off with Rose. She wasn't even trying to be subtle anymore; she was trying to force Jessica and I to be friends by making us spend time alone. I smirked to myself at what she'd think about how we usually spent our alone time together. It was funny in an ironic kind of way, but Rose's attitude still made me angry. She didn't even seem to care why things had changed between me and Jessica. She didn't ask me about it, or seem to want to know at all. She just went along with things, hoping that nothing would happen to shake it all up again. I could see it when the three of us were together, the way her eyes would dart between us, the way she'd try to fill the lulls and silences in our conversations. I ignored it, but there were all these little signs that she was still so nervous about us, even though it had been months since all this had started. I frowned, trying to ignore the anger rising in my chest. Jessica had bullied me for years, both openly and in private. Rose didn't know half the things that had been done to me by her best friend, and she didn't want to know. She stopped trying to comfort me or take my side sometime around our 14th birthday, and now she was just clumsily and opportunistically trying to force a ...

... deeper relationship. Jessica finished cleaning up pizza box and empty bottles and walked back into the living room. She flounced down beside me and smiled. There she was. My worst nightmare. My new best friend. "So what do you wanna do, Sir?" she said seductively. "I wanna watch TV." I answered coldly. "Oh... Ok." she said, disappointed. I surfed through the channels, ignoring her and not bothering to fill the silence. She didn't say anything either, but she obviously wanted to. She kept turning to look at me for a few seconds before glancing back at the screen. There wasn't anything good on, and I couldn't shake my sour mood. It had come out of nowhere, this feeling, but it wouldn't fade. Did Rose really think this would be enough? Just get us more used to each other and forget it had all happened? Did she really not care about the truth? "Do you still dream about me?" I asked suddenly. "Do I... what?" she asked. I turned to look at her, keeping emotion from my face. "You told me once that you had sex dreams about me. Does it still happen?" I asked. "Uh... yeah, sometimes." she said. "Tell me about them." I ordered. "Um... really?" she said nervously. I tilted my head, but didn't reply. She'd blurted out the stuff about the dreams before we'd even had sex, when I'd just given her a taste of the pleasure she was capable of then left her without it for a few weeks. I could tell she'd regretted it, but I wanted to hear more. I wanted to embarrass her again. "Ok..." she said quietly ...