My Dirty Secrets 3.2 - Sex Stories

My Dirty Secrets 3.2

... her bedroom. I took off my work clothes and folded them so they didn't look like they'd spent the night in a pile on the floor like before. I sat in my bra and panties on the edge of her bed and looked at myself in her full-length mirror. I looked pretty hot. I had high-cut panties on, and even though I am a busty girl, I put on the matching push-up bra. The bra was a green satin-like fabric covered by black lace, and my panties were black with a little bow in the front that matched.

I picked up my phone and texted Jake.

"Hey, sorry about last night."

His reply was almost instant.

"Who is this?"

He can't be serious. Who is this? Really? He put his number in my damn phone and texted himself.

"It's Melissa."

I was slightly annoyed. That was a pretty memorable blowjob, if I don't say so myself. Minus the unhappy ending, but still, I was great!

"Oh, Alyssa, yeah, I remember you. How are you feeling?" he replied with a laughing face.

"Ha ha," I replied.

As we texted, Jules came out of the bathroom in her towel and flopped on her bed. She watched me pacing in my undies while I waited for a response.

"If you're up to it, I'd like to see you again," he finally replied.

"If you're lucky," I replied with a smiley face sticking its tongue out.

"I can pick you up. What's your address?" Jake messaged back.

"I'm with my friend; we can meet you somewhere. How's the club from last night? Around nine?" I said, trying to keep my thoughts in ...

... order.

"Perfect," he replied.

Tossing my phone on the bedside table, I flopped down next to Jules. She really was a hottie.

"Well, what did he say?" she said, looking at me with her tits popping out of her towel.

"We're going to the club around nine,"

"Maybe this time, drink soda," Jules laughed.

We lay in her bed, me in my undies and Jules naked under her poorly managed towel. I don't know that there is another person other than perhaps Nick with whom I could just lay nearly nude and feel so content. It isn't a sexual thing. It is just something that I was comfortable with.

"I love your boobs," Jules said, breaking the silence and pinching my nipple.

"They're pretty great," I said, grabbing her towel and throwing it, "Good thing you have a pair, too!" I said, giggling.

At this, Jules took the opportunity to prance around naked. She went to the kitchen and grabbed us both a beer. Handing me mine, she rubbed the open bottle top against her breasts, making sure her erect nipple went into the mouth of my bottle.

"Your drink, madam,"

Licking the bottle top seductively, I took a drink.

"Yummy! Must have been a good year".

We both laughed as Jules went to fetch her towel from the corner where I'd thrown it.

She began to get dressed, putting on a plum-colored bra that, as usual, barely covered her boobs and a matching pair of panties that, like every other pair she owned, went right up her ass crack. If I were a guy, she'd be hard to resist. I'm a ...