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Revenge, Pt 14 The Truth

... again?" Jessica called out to the hall, "Not staying for dessert?" Rose, now wearing her jacket, stood in the doorway to the kitchen. "Nope, I'm already late." she said, smiling. "Good, 'cus there's actually no dessert." Jessica said. Rose laughed, and blew Jessica a kiss. She winked at me, then walked out to the front door. Just like yesterday, Jessica and I sat in a silence punctuated only by the sound of Rose driving away. "Wow, she got out of here in a hurry." Jessica said, standing up to clear the table. "She's just nervous." I said, "Hasn't quite mastered a subtle way to leave yet." "Nervous?" Jessica asked. "About what?" "Yeah, she's obviously nervous. She blew you a kiss for God's sake, has she ever done that before?" I said. "She's not confident about this plan, leaving the two of us. She thinks there's a chance it could backfire, and we would end up at each other's throats again. She'd been considering just staying for a while, in fact I don't think she planned to stay for dinner..." I was just thinking aloud, trying to work through the impressions she'd given me. "Did she tell you that?" Jessica asked. "No, it's just... I don't know, a feeling. You didn't notice?" I asked. Jessica shrugged. She'd finished cleaning the dishes, and she'd moved to stand beside the table. I got the feeling she didn't want to talk about Rose any more. "I'll be right back." she said. "Ok." I said, standing up. "No!" she said, "Just... wait right there. Wait right there." "...Ok?" I ...

... said. I sat back down and waited. She bolted upstairs and came back about ten minutes later. She'd dressed up for me. She was wearing something I'd never seen before, a yellow piece of lingerie that I would later learn is called a "babydoll", a thin gown that left virtually nothing to the imagination. It was similar to the black one she'd worn on our first night after New Year's, but this one was frillier, and obviously much brighter. She'd put on more make up too, her eye lightly shadowed with purple and her lips dark and full. She was wearing matching yellow panties, and her toenails were painted to match, as always. "You look...nice." I said, understating just how rock hard I'd become in the few seconds I'd taken to study her. "Thanks." she said. "So I guess it's just the two of us." I said innocently. "What do you think we should do?" "Whatever you want." she answered. "Good answer." I smiled. She took a step towards me, but I suddenly didn't feel like standing. "Get on your knees." I ordered gently. She obeyed right away, gracefully sinking to the floor. "Come on." I said lightly, tapping my thigh. Calling her like she was a dog. She looked embarrassed, but crawled under the table anyway. She got in front of me and just waited. "Take it out." I said. "Yes Sir." she said, and slid both hands up my inner thighs. She unzipped me and pulled out my hard cock, holding it with both hands. It was a little strange, not being able to look down at her while she touched me, seeing only ...