Unspoken Pleasure

Jenna stood in the foyer, dressed in her pleated schoolgirl outfit, complete with saddle shoes and knee-high socks, and no, our high school didn’t make us wear uniforms, but many of the girls pretended it did. Easily, every day, a third of the female student body dressed in the smallest schoolgirl uniforms they could find. Jenna’s eyes found mine the moment I appeared at the top of the stairs. She smiled, glowing and radiant, and her eyes dropped to the front of my pants.

“Someone is happy to see,” she said, holding out her arms for a hug.

A smile spread my lips, and I laughed, shrugging and jogging the rest of the way downstairs, my cock continuing to stiffen as my jeans rubbed and bent my prick in interesting ways. I slid my arms around Jenna when I reached her, and she hugged me tightly, her arms tensing as she pushed her stomach into my hard-on.

“Uh,” I groaned.

“Are you going to kiss me or what?” Jenna asked. “Don’t tell me that that’s off the table.”

Was it off the table?

“Quickly,” I said, pressing my lips to Jenna, but without adding my tongue.

“Aw,” she said, pouting.

“This is only the first week.” I grabbed her hand and took her into the living room, where we sat on the left side of the back couch facing the TV. “We can hold off for a week or two, or three. Our parents can’t keep this up forever. They will give in.”

“Maybe so, but I want you now.”

We kissed again, but I broke it off as soon as Jenna’s tongue came out to play.

“You’re really fucking hard,” Jenna said, looking down at my crotch. “Can I jerk you off?”

I groaned again.

“Please, Daddy?” she asked, laughing. “Imagine if I said that to my dad, just as slutty as I said it to you? Daddy. Oh, Daddy.” Her tone made my cock pulse. “If my dad can’t tell how horny I am after he hears that, then I don’t know what to do next.”

“You could sit on his lap,” I whispered as we got comfortable on the couch. I lay on my left side, while Jenna lay on her back, my left arm beneath her head and my right arm across her body, my hand on her hip.

“That’s so wrong,” Jenna said, giggling. She pushed her thigh into my crotch, rubbing me back and forth. “But, I’ll do it if you’re there watching me.”

She smiled, then opened her mouth wide and uttered a small shriek. We laughed, and that’s when Mom walked across the upstairs landing. Jenna cringe-smiled, but she lifted her left hand and waved at Mom.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Remember the rules,” Mom said, looking at my hand on Jenna’s hip as she walked downstairs. “It’s good to see you, Jenna.” Mom had changed into a small white cotton T-shirt without a bra, her titties bouncing and her nipples hard as she walked downstairs, and she also wore a pair of posh, peach cotton lounge pants. Her shirt left her belly button and sides exposed, and she wore no socks on her little feet.

“It’s good to see you, too, Mrs. Hornsby,” Jenna said. She bit her lower lip for a moment before sitting up and speaking again. “Mrs. Hornsby?”

“Yes?” Mom asked, standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“If my dad was okay with everything….” She looked to the side as pink bloomed in her cheeks, followed by crimson. “Would you be okay if Mark and I were… you know… having sex?”

I raised my eyebrows. I’m sure my dad was fine with it, but Mom? I knew that she was worried about what Mr. Mason would do, but I couldn’t remember her saying if she was okay with us having sex in the first place.

“You’re young,” Mom said to Jenna. “But, with some conditions, like condoms and an unbreakable, sex-only-at-home policy, I believe that I’d be okay with you and my son sleeping together.”

Precum left my balls, my cock flexing and ass tightening as the unexpected pleasure rushed through me.

“Thank you,” Jenna said, dropping back down to the couch.

I was still lying on my side.

“I’ll be in the kitchen,” Mom said, “but you never know when I’ll be back. Behave yourselves, else neither of you will be visiting each other’s homes for a while.”

“Okay,” I said.

“We promise,” Jenna said.

When Mom had had enough time to reach the kitchen, I said, “You’re blushing.”

“Well,” Jenna said, play-smacking my chest. “It’s easy not to blush during an argument, but we weren’t arguing.”

“I want to kiss you right now,” I said, looking down at her button-up shirt and pleated skirt, the hem resting on her upper thighs.

“Then do it.” She nibbled her lower lip. “Kiss this teenage girl.”

I laughed, saying, “And that’s why your dad gets upset.”

“But it’s so hot,” Jenna whispered. “Doing what’s wrong.”

“We can wait a little while longer.” I squeezed Jenna’s side. “I know we can.”

Jenna growled, then smiled and said, “Maybe you can’t touch me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t touch myself.”

“I think you’re right,” I said. “And I won’t stop you.”

“Right now?” she pouted.

“Anytime,” I said.

“Right now,” she said, no longer asking a question. She placed her left hand on her stomach and ran it down her body to her skirt, where she played with her waistline before slipping her hand down to the center of her hemline. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“Show me,” I said, smiling as I looked down at her skirt and removed my hand from her hip, laying it on my side so that I had an unobstructed view of her body.

Jenna pinched her hem and pulled upward, stopping at the bottom of her crotch and pretending to reconsider until I growled. She giggled and continued to pull her skirt upward, and then the soft, golden flesh of her tender pussy came into her view. Her cleft lay closed together, her skin smooth and perfect, the triangle of her mound pressed against the insides of her thighs until she spread her legs and gave her pussy room to relax. She dropped her skirt around her waist and smiled at me, waiting.

“The prettiest pussy in high school,” I whispered, looking down at her smooth beaver.

Jenna laughed. “Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said.

“And how many high school pussies have you seen?”

I smiled, rolling my eyes and chuckling.

“Mine is all wet on the inside,” Jenna purred. “I can feel my juices dripping out of me. I like how you look at my pussy.”

“How do I look at your pussy?”

“Like you’re hungry,” she said, low and throaty. She rubbed her thigh against my crotch. “Like your cock is hungry. Like, if you wanted me right here and now, then I couldn’t stop you even if I wanted to.” She nibbled her lower lip. “Like your mom couldn’t stop you if you wanted me.”

I growled, then said, “And that turns you on?”

“Yes,” Jenna said. “Do you wanna touch it for me?”