Little White Lies Ch. 07

A couple of hours of talking out things had made both of them feel better, and she saw that he was happy when he left.

The scene replayed itself the next night, and then Wednesday night. Dex would come over and they would talk. They talked and talked until they'd analyzed every facet of the various feelings that they'd had for each other over the past couple of days, and she found that she could be more honest with him than anyone she'd ever known, family included.

At one point, they somehow got on the topic of fantasies, and she surprised herself with some of the things she'd admitted. Dexter's were typical guy fantasies, and she already had an idea or two forming in her mind to surprise him with.

After Wednesday, it seemed like the cloud that was hanging over the two of them had passed. When he came over on Thursday, they didn't go and hide in her room, and chose to stay on the couch instead.

As she flipped around the TV, the door to the second bedroom opened and John and Donna both came out. Dexter waved, and John seemed to breathe easier after they both hesitated to come over.

Walking directly up to Dex, John offered a heartfelt apology and the two men had a short but meaningful conversation. In the end, they shook hands, and John smiled and then grabbed Donna, offering her up to Dex as a way to make amends.

Dex politely declined, clutched Jessie close to him and nuzzling her hair as she leaned back into his chest. The two spent the rest of the evening snuggling on the couch like an old married couple. Jessie found it delightful.

The next day, she got a call from her mother when she was at work.

"Jessica?" her mother asked.

"Yes, Mom, you called my number," she pointed out. "What's up?"

"We wanted to see if you wanted to go and eat tonight," she said.

"Sure," Jessie replied. "Is it okay to bring my boyfriend?"

"Of course," her mother replied. "I was going to suggest just that."

The two spoke a few more minutes, and after, she shot a text off to her boyfriend to let him know that they had plans that night.

As for her work, it had been relatively normal that week. She made sure to let her boss know that she was starting classes soon and he confirmed that it was okay for her to leave when she needed to.

That evening, she'd told Dex that she was planning to go over and clean. They'd both decided that it was best if she stayed clothed, since they didn't want her to antagonize or lead his father on anymore.

Dex had pointed out that his dad didn't know that what happened between he and Jessie during the party hadn't actually been acceptable. Jessie said that she figured as much, but that they would both have to do their best not to let him in on the fact that they'd crossed a line they shouldn't have.

Still, she knew she was going to have the urge to be flirty at times, especially since she vividly remembered how incredible both times had been with Don, and Dex had told her again and again that he understood her wanting to be herself. She didn't mention the incredible sex part though, not wanting to give him any reason to doubt her affection. He told her that he didn't want it getting out of hand and hurting either of them, or his dad. After that had been settled, she promised to do her best to behave herself. He pointed out that she could just stop cleaning their house for them, but she told him that wasn't going to happen. They needed her and that was all there was to it.

After work, she went over and unlocked the door, letting herself in. Don was in the living room, and she waved sweetly at him.

"Oh, come here," he said, smiling and beckoning her in. "We're okay to hug, aren't we?"

"Of course," she said, smiling.

"Well come here then," he replied.

She grinned and did as he asked, practically skipping over and jumping into his lap to get the offered hug. He grunted as she landed and wrapped his arms around her. Sitting on his lap as if he were Santa, he pulled her down and kissed her, softly caressing her back as he did so.

Smiling, she accepted the kiss and even took it a little further, pushing her tongue briefly into his mouth. Smiling, she backed up and chuckled.

"I assumed that my son told you that we were going to have to stop being intimate," he said.

She smiled. "Oh, he did. But someone wanted me to come sit in their lap and kiss me. I'm not a girl to say no to that."

He chuckled. "Fair enough," he said. "I just wanted you to know that I really appreciate what you and Dex did for me. It was a big gift from my son, one that I'll never be able to repay. Having sex with you was an incredible, once in a lifetime experience," he said.

She giggled. "Well, twice."

He smirked at her for a moment, then continued. "I just don't want to be the cause of any bent feelings between you and Dexter."

She nodded. "I understand. Dex and I talked about it and came up with a plan. See?" she said, gesturing down to her clothing. "I'm not all naked and undulating all over you while I clean."

He laughed at that and seemed to concede the point. "Again though, Jessie, thank you."

She smiled, kissing him once more before standing. "I better get started. Are you hungry?" she asked.

"Not yet," he said. "I'll let you know when I am though. How's that?"

"Wonderful," she said, smiling. "Wait, I totally forgot about your date! When is it?"

He chuckled. "Tomorrow night," he said. She smiled and spoke to him for a few more minutes, asking if he was nervous. Surprisingly, he wasn't, and she helped him pick out a nice set of clothes to wear.

After that, she looked around the house for a few minutes and got a plan of action in her head before heading to the closet in the hallway that she had sequestered for her cleaning supplies. Smiling and humming a happy tune, she pulled out what she needed and got started.

The next day, she got in to work and sat down to start going through some more papers. She smiled sweetly at Taylor and the two gabbed for a little while. Mr. Murphy called the secretary in to bring him some coffee, which she did immediately.

A few minutes later, he buzzed Jessie to come in, so she turned and winked at Taylor and went in. He was sitting at his desk, working on something, and looked up as she came in, smiling genuinely at her.

"Good morning," he said. "Panties?" he asked.

She smiled, hiking her skirt up and showing him that she was indeed bare down there. He smiled widely, his gaze lingering, so she continued to hold them up and let him look. Briefly wondering if he was going to jerk off, she was disappointed when he smiled and told her she could return to her desk.

She forced a smiled, then turned, heading back out of the office and frowning again at Taylor.

"What's going on?" the blonde asked.

Jessie sighed. "Well, he's not been himself lately," she said. "Something going on with him that he hasn't told me?"

Taylor gave her a bewildered shrug but didn't look back at her work. "How's he different?"

"Well," Jessie said, rolling her chair out and over toward Taylor's desk, "I signed an agreement with him that basically says I'll do whatever he wants me to do, but all he ever says is that I can't wear panties."

"What?" Taylor asked, whisper-yelling at her.

"What?" Jessie replied, not understanding what had her so baffled.

"You signed a paper saying he could have sex with you?" she whispered.

"Huh? No, it says that I'll perform all duties that he requests of me. I mean, I guess that could also mean sex, but I wouldn't do that. Plus, I've got a boyfriend. The most I ever do is get flirty with him."

Taylor sighed and shook her head. "Wait, wait, wait, back up. You aren't wearing panties?" she asked.

Jessie giggled and flashed her quickly.

"Oh my God," Taylor mouthed to her. "What is wrong with you?" she whispered.

It was Jessie's turn to look at her bewildered. "What's wrong with that?"

"Oh my God," Taylor repeated, lowering her head dramatically to the desk for a second. "Honey, he's your boss! It's SO inappropriate! You can't let him tell you not to wear panties! That son-of-a-bitch!"

Jessie raised an eyebrow and looked at her, confused and not understanding where the hostility was coming from. "I'm not sure I understand."

"What don't you understand?" Taylor asked, standing and coming over to sit on Jessie's desk. "He's using you and he doesn't have any right to!"

Jessie smirked and shook her head. "No, no, no, you don't understand. Taylor, I like that he wants to see me like this. Don't you enjoy when guys are falling all over themselves for you?"

Taylor sat back and thought for a minute. "He's not forcing you to do this?"

She sighed and shook her head. "The contract I signed was something I used to get him to come out of his shell a little more. I mean, come on, can't you tell when he's looking down your blouse, or staring at your ass."

"Well, yeah, but I don't let him see my damn vagina!"

Jessie giggled, wondering just how much of a stick-in-the-mud her co-worker actually was.

"Listen, I'm different from other girls. For me, there's few things better than a man ogling me and wanting to fuck me. It's... empowering... exciting. It makes me have all sorts of wicked thoughts."

"You like it?" Taylor asked.

"You can't tell me that you don't get at least a little bit of a thrill from a man thinking you're attractive."

Taylor looked a little exasperated for a moment, then stammered a response. "I... guess... I..."

"Exactly," Jessie said. "In truth, the most he ever usually does is look at me. He used to go to the bathroom and jerk off, but I told him it was nonsense and that he could do it in front of me."

Taylor was again shocked.

"Oh stop, now we're just talking about degrees of sexuality. It's okay for him to look at my pussy, but he can't enjoy it or take care of the problem that looking at it gives him?"

She didn't seem to have an answer for that.

"Anyway, the point is, that all he's done is just look and see if I was wearing panties today. I mean, he does that every day. He hasn't jerked off at all this week and I'm getting concerned."

Taylor still didn't have anything to say, and Jessie figured she was still processing.

Eventually, she cleared her throat and went and wheeled her own chair over to Jessie's desk. Taylor started asking her details and specific questions about what happened. Jessie was concerned for a bit that she might be gathering information to use against Mr. Murphy, but she quickly realized that the blonde was intrigued by the ideas that Jessie had put in her head.

After about ten minutes, the questions still kept coming.

"So, what if he had like... people in the office with him? Would you take your clothes off?

Jessie shrugged. "Of course. Haven't I mentioned that I'm an exhibitionist?"

Taylor shook her head no.

"Well, I am. I'll take my clothes off for anyone, anywhere."

The blonde seemed to find that a little funny, but Jessie hadn't been joking.

"He's never asked you to like... suck his penis or jerk him off?"

Jessie smiled, wondering why she was using such bland terms for the male anatomy. "You're an adult, Taylor, you can say blowjob; and no, he hasn't. That wouldn't be a big deal. Like I said, I signed an agreement saying he can tell me to do whatever he likes."

Taylor seemed to have more questions, though, and didn't slow down. "Sucking... dick... isn't a big deal? Don't you have a boyfriend?"

Jessie smiled. "I do. He knows that I like to flirt."

"Since when is sucking dick considered flirting?" Taylor asked.

Jessie giggled. "Not all people flirt the same. Like I said earlier, we're just talking about degrees of sexuality. For you, flirting is hand holding or a lingering gaze. For me... it's a much broader term."

"So, what's the most flirting you've done with someone that isn't your boyfriend?" she asked.

Jessie thought for a minute. "Well, my roommate's boyfriend is really handsy and fun in the morning. Don't you think that sounds like a good time? I'll be standing there making eggs and he'll be on his knees, eating my butt or licking my pussy."

Taylor's eyes went wide for a minute, and she tried to cover a smile that Jessie saw before it disappeared.

"That's what I thought," she said.

"But aren't you afraid that your boyfriend is going to find out you're having sex with other men?" the blonde asked.

Jessie giggled. "Dexter knows I'm not going to have sex with other men," she said. "He trusts me, and I trust him completely."

"Let me guess, sucking dick and eating pussy isn't sex," Taylor said.

Jessie shook her head. "Of course not. That's part of flirting. If it's part of having actual intercourse with someone, then yes, it's sex. But if you're just giving a blowjob at the end of a date and not having sex with him after, then it's just flirting. Dex calls it my "Good Night Kiss." Isn't that funny?"

The conversation continued for about ten more minutes. Taylor found out about Jessie's reputation at school, how Dexter knew about it and didn't seem to care. She left out the part about his dad, not wanting to open up that can of worms. If the girl was shocked that Jessie liked giving head, she'd probably faint when she learned that Jessie had fucked her boyfriend's dad twice in one day.

"So, you and him actually have sex with your roommate... what's her name again?" Taylor asked.

"Donna," Jessie said. "You and your boyfriend could have seen some of the fun in person if y'all had come to the party last weekend," Jessie pointed out.

"My boyfriend is way too protective and paranoid," Taylor said.

"Oh, that's no fun. We'll have to loosen him up," Jessie said. "But yes, we both have sex with her."

"So... you like girls?" Taylor asked.

Jessie looked at her in surprise. "I actually hadn't considered that, but I guess I'm bisexual. Donna is a wild one in the bedroom, so you have to be ready for her. Dexter and John are about the only two that can keep up with her. Well, besides me."

The conversation turned to Donna and John's relationship and their peculiar dynamic. She asked about John's predilection for being humiliated, and why Donna preferred Dexter.

"Well, it's mostly because my boyfriend has a pretty big dick, but it's also part of John's desire to be humiliated," she replied.

Taylor had stopped asking questions though, and was looking at Jessie intently.

Smiling, Jessie guessed at what she wanted to know or ask. "Yes, he's really big. I think we decided that he's between nine and ten inches long. Maybe a little more, I can't remember. He's got a nice girth too, and there's a slight curve upward."

Taylor smiled, swallowing audibly and then laughed nervously. "Do... you... have a pic?" she asked. "No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that."

Jessie giggled and picked up her phone. "Let me see. Hmm, I don't actually. Hold on. I'll tell him to take one real quick and send it to me." She started to text Dexter, but then chose Vicky instead. Smiling, she winked at Taylor after she saw Vicky's smiley face and thumbs up, followed by, "give me twenty seconds, lol."

"I'm sorry," Taylor said again. "I don't know why this is so fascinating."

"Well, what about you?" Jessie asked. "Are you and... what's his name?"

"Barry," she said.

"Right. Are you and Barry adventurous at all? Like... do you have sex in different areas of the house, things like that?"

Taylor shook her head, frowning. "Unfortunately, no, we're pretty boring."

"Well, like I said, we can work on that," Jessie said.

"So, your boyfriend is just going to send you a picture of his dick?" Taylor asked.

Jessie giggled and nodded. "He's obviously not worried about anyone not liking it. I've gotten some dick pics in the past that the guy should have definitely not sent out. There are some teeny tiny wieners out there, girl."

Taylor laughed and covered her mouth as if she were going to get in trouble. A few seconds later, she looked back over at Jessie and started to ask a question. Jessie's phone buzzed then.

"But, no, Dexter didn't take it. I told Vicky to go get him hard and take a pic of it."

"Vicky?" Taylor asked.

Jessie nodded, opening her phone and clicking the new message. Smiling, she saw Dexter's cock standing proud, hard as a rock. There was a second pic with Vicky's hand on it with the caption, for size reference."

"Vicky is his lover. She's... well... she's got some issues that Dexter and I both agreed to let him "scratch" so to speak."

"I... I just... don't know what's what anymore," Taylor said, rubbing her temples and shaking her head.

"You want to see it?" Jessie asked, giggling at her reaction.

"Yes," Taylor said immediately. "Wait... no, I don't."

Jessie giggled again and grabbed the arm of her chair, pulling her over as she rolled her eyes. "Get over here and stop feeling guilty. You aren't sucking it right now, so don't worry."

Lifting the phone, she held it up in front for the two to see and looked over to gauge the blonde's reaction.

"Oh... my... God..." Taylor said, her mouth wide open.

Jessie giggled.

"That's got to be the biggest dick ever," she said.

Jessie smirked. "My baby is gifted for sure, but he's not even the biggest that I've had."

Taylor's eyes matched her mouth then, and she had to shake her head slightly to come back to reality.

Giggling, Jessie held the phone up again and switched pictures to the one with Vicky's hand in it.

"Jesus Christ," Taylor said. "That thing is scary! I wouldn't know what to do with that!"

"Well, I'm sure you know at least a few things you can do with it. Would you like me to send it to you?"

Taylor was taken aback by that question, but Jessie giggled, seeing that her coworker wasn't going to be able to give her a definitive answer, and figured she was having the internal, "I want to, but I shouldn't," battle. Jessie answered for her and sent her the pictures.

Taylor glanced over at her desk where her phone was, and then blushed, covering her mouth again.

"So, what were you going to ask me before you started drooling all over my phone," Jessie asked, giggling at the reaction.

Taylor thought quietly for a few moments, then looked over at Jessie. "Wasn't important," she said.

Jessie smiled. "Spill it," she said. "I've got no secrets. Well, almost none."

Taylor smiled, despite her attempts to maintain her dignity, and cleared her throat. "I just... wouldn't have guessed that you were bisexual. What... what's it like?"

"Eating pussy?" Jessie asked.

Taylor blushed again, looking around. The office was empty, and Jessie wondered if her coworker knew how ridiculous she looked. Finally, she nodded and looked at Jessie expectantly.

She smiled, closing her eyes and reliving the memories and sensations of the two different women that had pleasured her. "Well, giving or receiving?" she asked.

"Both, I guess," Taylor replied.

"Your boyfriend isn't going to pop out of the filing cabinet," Jessie said with a giggle. "Calm down!"

The blonde smiled and nodded, relaxing visibly.

"Well, giving is fun in its own way. I mean, it's like giving a blowjob to a guy that really appreciates it. It's like... you've got them under your complete control, and you know exactly how to please them. It's the same with girls. You know that you can bring them pleasure or frustration with just a flick of the tongue. Not to mention, as a woman you know what feels good and what doesn't."

"Isn't it... gross?" Taylor asked.

"Well... honestly... no," Jessie replied after some thought. "I mean, I've only been with two girls, Donna and Vicky, and only once with Vicky, so I'm not the most experienced pussy-eater in the world. But I'd say that it wasn't as far as I've experienced it. I mean, yeah there are some interesting tastes and smells, but it's in the heat of sexual passion, girl," Jessie said, playfully pushing her shoulder.