Off-Limits.

[AnyOtherName]

Closed for saedo.

Jade nearly woke. Her eyelids opened half way, only to close again as she grabbed for the hem of the blanket that covered her form. She turned, intent to roll on to her alternate side, only to find her movement blocked by the sheer placement of a cushion. Eyes opened once again, a confused and annoyed expression upon her features.

Oh yes, she was sleeping on a couch. The woman gave a groan and sat up, observing her surroundings in search of a clock. She was completely unfamiliar with the house, which was her brother's and had been for the past five years. She had only visited once before. Which was not to say that they were not close: they gamed online together consistently and spoke on a nearly daily basis.

Which is why when 'playing adult and paying bills' didn't work out as well as planned, Jayce had been there to save his little sister's ass. They lived a good three days travel by car apart, a distance the brother usually made by plane when he came home to visit Jade and the parents.

To think you almost moved back in with them. A shutter.

Jade stood and stretched. She was 5'7" and athletically defined with a hourglass figure. Nearly all of which was clearly visible in her sleepwear, being that of dark gray boyshort panties and a white wifebeater. The material clung possessively to the curves of her breasts and - if one looked hard enough - they'd be able to glimpse the outline of her thick nipples under the thin shirt. Perhaps because the natural form of her double D-cup breasts filled the garment so marvelously, causing the fabric to strain to fit her chest. The flare of her hips was similarly dramatic and she hosted an ass that wasn't gloriously large though it was a far cry from flat.

She had waited until the absolute last minute to admit her financial problems to her brother. He'd help, of course - and that was the problem. She didn't want his help, any more than...well, maybe just slightly more than it was wanted from her parents. As was clearly evident in present circumstances, as she padded barefoot into his kitchen to make herself some coffee.

Things would be better here. She'd find a job, move out on her own as soon as she was able...and in the meantime, Jayce surely wouldn't mind her helping around the house. He had never been much of a cook and even less of a housekeeper. But as Jade had these thoughts, a glance over the granite counter tops and the range showed immaculate cleanliness. It wasn't worth much thought, he probably hired someone.

"Rich bastard," she spoke out loud as she riffled through his cupboards for a mug. Lovingly, of course.

He had a dream job, too. He and his best friend, Jarrett, had met at college and started a web-based comic series. It was amazingly successful. They had since branched out considerably, doing all matter of reviews and blogs...people just devoured their work. Ordered shirts, posters, all that jazz. The two were now just over thirty, Jayce recently becoming 33 and Jarrett remaining 32 for the next three months. Roughly thirteen years in to their business ventures and it simply kept getting better.

Jade set a mug on the drip tray of the 'single serve' coffee brewer, added a cup to the basket, closed it, pressed a button. Wandered towards the fridge to search for some half & half. She opened the door, studied the contents for several moments...

"Oh, ah-- Morning."

She blinked. It wasn't Jayce speaking. She slowly turned towards the man's voice.

Relief. "Good morning, Jarrett," she forced a friendly smile. In her morning stupor, she had forgotten that her brother's co-founder shared his house. She barely knew the man. The woman was 28 at present, and being five years younger than her brother had really left her out of his college life. A year after he finished his education, she had began hers. They hadn't lived near each other since Jayce had been a teenager. But - Jade had met his best friend and business partner in person once before and followed his work online as closely as she did her brother's. So she kind of knew him...just not really. Jade turned her attention back to her task, grabbing the half & half out of the fridge before shutting the door. As she walked back towards her mug, she asked, "Can I make you some coffee?"

He accepted the offer, but wore a bit of a confused expression.

"Jayce must not have told you? Well, I suppose that's my fault. I called him yesterday and he flew me out here. I got in..." she found a clock at long last. "About five hours ago." She grabbed another mug and swapped it with her own before repeating the aforementioned process. She looked in Jarrett's direction. "I hope that you don't mind."

The house was large, with three levels. The basement was entirely devoted to leisure, having a pool table and arcade games and whatever else had caught their fancy since the last time Jade had been here. The main floor had the standard living spaces - a kitchen, a dining area, a main room, a full bath. A large office, which was shared. The upstairs had three bedrooms, one for each of the men, and one which hosted a mass of collectables and no sleeping space to speak of, and two full baths, one being attached to the master bedroom.

From what Jade had seen of Jarrett, the man was a sweetheart. And his response to whether or not he minded her staying was exactly to that effect. She'd smile sweetly and give him thanks before asking how he took his coffee.

Once prepared, she'd bring both mugs over to the breakfast bar. Jarrett had seated himself on a tall chair while Jade remained standing on the kitchen-side. She gave a sigh and leaned forward, balancing her elbows on the counter as she took the first drink of her beverage. The view she afforded her brother's best friend of her cleavage was completely unintentional. She had also failed to notice the slight hardness of her nipples when she had been standing in front of the fridge.

"Being an adult is bullshit," she observed. "The town I'm from...it doesn't really matter if you have a degree, the jobs just suck. So. I'm going to live here now. Not here here...I'll move off your guys' couch as soon as I get my shit together." The worst part of it was that Jade hadn't had a reason to live where she was raised, other than being comfortable there for that very reason. A few serious relationships had come and gone over her life, but as she had never been married or had children she didn't have anything concrete to hold her where she had been.

"But enough about me and how I'm going to be mooching around here for awhile... How are you?"

 

[saedo]

Jarrett combed his hair and began ticking off items on his mental "To Do" list: the call with the accountant at 10 AM to go over last quarter's figures, three more panels to ink, prep work for the Nerdist podcast interview later this week, and discussion about next week's comic. A slightlier busier day than most.

He descended to the ground floor and headed towards the kitchen. He was surprised to smell coffee. His housemate, Jayce, typically didn't even get up before 9 AM unless they had an early morning meeting. Jarrett had expected he'd on his own till just before the accountant called.

Things made a little more sense as he rounded the corner. Standing in front of the open refrigerator was a distinctly female profile in a white tank top and tight gray shorts. Ah, so Jayce had brought someone home last night. That was a bit atypical as well - Jayce usually went home with his girlfriends rather than bring them here. Still, seeing one of his hookups the next morning was still a more likely event than seeing Jayce up at this hour.

Jarrett cast an appreciative male glance at her form. She had a surprisingly slender waist that flared into very nice hips. Her heart-shaped ass winnowed into some long, smooth-skinned legs. And given that he could actually see the outer curve of her breasts from behind, she must have one amazing rack. Jarrett resisted the urge to whistle. Jayce must have really turned on the charm last night - or perhaps she'd been really, really drunk. Jayce's gift of gab served him well with the ladies, but he didn't usually hook up with something as fine as this.

Jarrett sighed mentally. Such things were beyond him. After repeated fumbling attempts at dating during his twenties, he'd reluctantly accepted that he was just absolutely terrible at it. He still felt the occasional twinge of jealousy at people who found relationships to be easy, but his life had become much easier since he stopped trying to get what he couldn't have.

He suppressed a sigh again and forced his gaze up. Better when she turned around that his eyes were not on her ass. He cleared his throat to get her attention. "Oh, ah-- Morning."

The woman turned towards him. Seeing her from the front immediately struck Jarrett with two lightning revelations. First, her rack wasn't amazing - it was phenomenal. Second, he knew her. This was Jayce's sister.

Jarrett nodded dumbly at her offer of coffee and listened silently as Jade explained her presence in his house. He knew a fair amount about her from listening to Jayce talk about his family, but he'd only met her once. Jarrett remembered being tongue-tied then, too.

Today is was worse, though; at least last time Jade had been fully clothed. The tank top put a lot of cleavage on display and Jade had breasts that would make a stripper envious. Jarrett found his gaze irresistibly drawn to the impressive orbs and the shadowy cleft between them. When he realized he could see the thick dents of her nipples as well, he forced himself to look away before he started to drool. Jade was an insanely luscious woman - a paragon of beauty, in his mind.

His mind raced as she spoke. She intended to live here? How was that going to work? Beautiful women unnerved Jarrett; he always felt on the brink of looking stupid around them. He might be able to keep his cool for a few hours, but he wasn't sure he had the discipline for such extended exposure. Where the hell was Jayce? Jarrett needed a buffer if he had to be around someone so attractive.

Vaguely he sensed that she'd asked him a question and was awaiting a response. "Um, yeah, good to see you again. I'm doing fine. Jayce is doing fine. Company is doing fine. Comic is doing fine. Everything is doing fine."

Lord, he was rambling already. He tried to reestablish some control. "So how long do you think you'll be staying with us?" No, no, no, that sounded unfriendly, like he wanted her to leave. "I mean," he added hastily, "if it's going to be more than a few days, we could set up a cot or something in a spare room. No reason for you to be stuck on the couch till you get things sorted."

 

[AnyOtherName]

“I’m not entirely certain,” she spoke with a false calm as she set her coffee mug on the counter. A finger traced the rim where her lips had just been. “At least three weeks? ...Maybe a month?” She cast her eyes to follow her finger as it arched over the other side of the cup. She felt like such a failure. “Honestly, unless I let Jayce pay my deposit and first month’s rent – of which I have zero intention of happening – I’ll probably need to save a couple of checks before I can make it on my own. Assuming I find a decent enough job, and soon...I could still be here over a month.”

Her earthen colored eyes lifted to study Jarrett’s expression. Her forward leaning position caused her raven hair to hang over her shoulders, nearly reaching to the counter top. Sweeping long bangs were mostly tucked behind her left ear. On top of being conscious of being such a burden, Jade suddenly realized what a mess she must look with her ‘I just woke up and haven’t looked in a mirror yet’ appearance.

She gave an apologetic smile as she straightened her posture. Hands made their way to gather her hair, a band around her wrist serving well enough to tie it back and out of the way for the time being. The position caused her gracefully shaped globes to lift and gain more of the nearly unnatural perkiness they possessed. Her fingers combed through the chaos of her hair a few times before she worked towards her restraining efforts. She spoke as she did so. “And thanks, but...I don’t think a cot will be necessary. The only upgrade I’d accept from the comfort of the couch would involve your own bed.”

Jade smiled playfully. She finished her task and lowered her arms, a hand reaching for her coffee. She watched Jarrett’s reaction closely, uncertain how’d he’d process her meaning. Was she joking? Not at all, but in the case of straight rejection, being unclear in sincerity was a good net.

She nonchalantly lifted her mug to her lips, took a drink, as if his response wasn’t of any real concern.

Internally, she was chiding herself for being so stupidly bold, even if it was only testing. Way to make things awkward right of the bat. Why don’t you tell him that you cyber-stalk him, too? ...Which she had, on and off, over the span of the last thirteen years.

The prospect of anything happening between them had never struck the ‘that could fuck up things between him and your brother’ chord. Oblivious to consequences, perhaps willfully so, she continued to openly gaze upon Jarrett with eyes full of unshielded desire. She only hoped he had a weakness for women of Japanese descent...maybe he could ignore such business-related implications, as well.

 

[saedo]

Jarrett focused his attention on his coffee while Jade spoke. Forcing his attention not to drift was difficult, particularly with that vast cleavage on display. His experience strongly indicated that women didn't like it if you stared. Well, certainly if he stared. Maybe if he looked like Brad Pitt....

It was more of a challenge with Jade because of her height. Even barefoot she was taller than he was. That tended to put her magnificent bust not far below his chin. Not looking directly at them when they hovered at the periphery of his vision was mentally exhausting. At least the dark brown liquid offered no such social challenges.

“And thanks, but...I don’t think a cot will be necessary. The only upgrade I’d accept from the comfort of the couch would involve your own bed.”

Jarrett looked up, confused. Had she just said she wanted his bed? Why would she say that? Was she hoping he'd take the couch because she was a guest? That didn't seem fair - why not take her brother's bed? She was his guest, after all. Or was she suggesting they share the bed? Perhaps sharing a bed with her brother would be weird, so she'd suggested Jarrett instead?

It took Jarrett a few moments to notice the playful smile upon Jade's face. "Oh," he said with clear relief, "you're kidding with me." He gave a slightly awkward chuckle. Why did women have to be so tricky to understand?

"Well, if you're fine with the couch, then you're welcome to it," Jarrett continued. "But I'm sure we can put something more comfortable together if need be."

Jarrett mentally crossed his fingers that Jade's stay would be sufficiently short as to not need any significant accommodations. He was used to being able to relax at home, but Jade's presence made that difficult. Given his track record with women, he would need to be on his guard lest he embarrass himself in front of her. The last thing he needed was to say something stupid that upset her, resulting in Jayce being upset with him.. The business had enough points of contention without bringing family into it.

Retreat seemed like a sound option at the moment. "Well, make yourself at home, Jade. I had best get to work." Jarrett turned to go, then added, "Oh, and thanks for the coffee." He gave her a quick smile before readjusting his glasses, then headed back down the hall. At least in his office he could focus on the work.

 

[AnyOtherName]

The confusion written over his sharp features was priceless. His brows drew in slightly as he worked out the puzzle of her words and several moments passed before he seemed to realize that she was 'joking'. His expression softened with relief. The light laugh that followed his spoken revelation must have been more for her benefit than his own; it didn't sound as if he had genuine mirth in the matter.

"Well, if you're fine with the couch, then you're welcome to it. But I'm sure we can put something more comfortable together if need be."

Jade tilted her head slightly. Jarrett - he was something else. She imagined the response of nearly any other guy in the world, who would have latched on to the teasing notion that she'd share their bed and ran with it. Most would have at least shown an indication that they'd be interested in such a prospect, even if they were uncertain of their own ability to charm her between the sheets in return to the flirtation. But not him.

"I'm low maintenance," she offered. "Don't waste another thought on it, I'm perfectly content as it is. Thank you, again, though. Such a thoughtful host," she added the last part appreciatively, her words accompanied by a dazzling smile.

He told her to make herself at home and excused himself for work. Jade could only nod in response, and say "you're welcome" when he thanked her for the coffee. Her eyes lingered on the man's lips as he smiled, her gaze shifting to follow his hand as it reached to adjust his glasses. As he left, the woman felt a dull stab of regret.

Jarrett was marvelously attractive, suiting Jade's tastes perfectly. She gave a wistful sigh as she again leaned against the counter, her eyes seeking out the point where the man had disappeared. She didn't have line of sight down the hallway from her vantage, and so her gaze settled on the cut of the wall which obstructed her view. Allowing her thoughts to run rampant in his wake, Jade considered everything from chasing Jarrett down the hall and shamelessly pinning him against the floor as she straddled his hips and forced his hands under her tank top to backing off entirely. Certainly, there had to be a happy medium somewhere.

A familiar heat spread between her legs, a slight dampness seeping in to her panties. Imagining Jarrett in intimate circumstances...it was like none other in the world. Jade wouldn't call herself a fangirl, quite. But as she didn't know Jarrett, rather was only familiar with his work and had some pretend understanding of his personality, others may classify the woman as as much. She tried to convince herself that she was different. She was. The things she wanted to do to the man - it wasn't because of his comic, or his fame or wit. It was strictly physical desire for his form. Him being who he was...well. That just made Jade respect him, making it difficult to simply use him for sexual gratification. He was a nice guy - a brilliant mind - and he deserved better than that.

...Which was the only reason she wasn't chasing him down the hall. Jade was okay with being shameless, but the timing was wrong.

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Two hours later, Jayce finally roused from his chambers. He slowly came down the stairwell, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, very much having the same habit of wandering around in his underwear in the morning as his sister. His boxers and t-shirt were far less revealing, though.

He could smell bacon far before he reached the kitchen, so he wasn't too surprised when he rounded the corner to find Jade making breakfast. The man's stomach growled as his eyes beheld perfectly golden hashbrowns, french toast, over easy eggs, and, of course, a plate of bacon. "Oh fuck yes," Jayce spoke. "See? I knew this whole thing would work out fantastic."

Jade turned to look at him, presently balancing a glass pie plate in hand with the use of an oven mitt. She was in the process of removing the breakfast items from their warm hold and stacking them on three different dishes. "If this is what you were going for, you could've hired a cook."

"Nah, I'm not really into having strangers wandering around the house. Jarrett, even less so."

Jade frowned.

"Oh, not you. You're my sister."

"I'm still a stranger to him."

Jayce shrugged. "He'll get over it." The dark haired man moved to make himself some coffee. "Besides, it's not like you're going to be hanging out on the couch all day. You'll be around, and not be around, and it shouldn't be a big deal. Not too long term of an arrangement, anyway."

"Oh wait, what? You mean I have to actually get a job and move out and take care of myself?" Jade looked dumbstruck. "Fuck! Here I thought I was set for life..."

Jayce laughed. His sister had showered and dressed, and appeared to be in appropriate attire for job-hunting. Even without such indications, he was accustomed to her sense of humor.

"Would you be so kind as to let Jarrett know that breakfast is ready?"

"I guess. If this isn't all for me."

"It's not." The smile on her lips was gave her brother a short pause. Surely, she wasn't trying to win over his roommate...

Without making any mention of his sudden concern, Jayce took his mug and was off to their office. He entered without ceremony, leaning against the door frame as he watched his friend hard at work. "Jade made breakfast," he announced, though he was certain Jarrett was already aware from the ambient aromas. "Oh, and...by the way, my sister is going to be staying with us for a little while." He gave a sheepish smile, well aware that the news was late. "...Anyway, food is ready."

 

[saedo]

"Jade made breakfast."

Jarrett looked up from his computer. He thought he'd smelled more than coffee. "Good to know."

"Oh, and...by the way, my sister is going to be staying with us for a little while." Jayce smiled sheepishly.

Jarrett sighed. "So I gathered. A little warning would have been nice. She's of course welcome to stay as long as she wants," Jarrett added quickly, lying only somewhat. He liked Jade, but he also liked his routine.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Jayce replied. "It was last minute, really. I was more focused on getting her settled for the night and didn't think to let you know. My bad."

Jarrett waved a hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it. Just caught me off guard, seeing her out of the blue like that in the kitchen. So how long will she be here for?"

Jayce shrugged his broad shoulders. Like his sister, he took after his father's height, but he still looked slightly stocky given his thick build. "I don't know, to be honest. She said she was looking to make a serious change, so she might end up relocating here for awhile. But don't worry, this is just a temporary stop at our place. If she decides to start working here, I'll get her set up with a place of her own soon."

Jarrett nodded. "Okay. Sounds fine." That was again only partially true; he'd have preferred a more definite time period than "soon".

"Um, Jayce, if Jade is going to be here a while. Could you..." He paused, not sure if he wanted to bring up this next part. But since "soon" could mean weeks, probably better to bite the bullet. "Could you speak to her about . . . her attire?"

Jayce raised a querying eyebrow. "What about it? She's in a blouse and skirt. Toss on some heels and she'll be ready for an interview."

"I meant earlier, when I saw her in the kitchen. Was probably what she wore to bed. It was, well, it was like what you're wearing now."

Jayce glanced down at his tank top and boxers, momentarily puzzled. Then his round face split in his trademark wide grin. "Oh, I get it. She had her crumbcatchers on display, didn't she?"

"Crumbcatchers?"

Jayce chuckled. "Yeah, that's what we used to call 'em when Jade started to hit puberty. With a chest like hers, it's hard to eat without getting crumbs all over your shirt."

"Ah. Yes. Well, it's just that, well, that . . . ," Jarrett tried to continue, struggling to words.

Jayce waved him to silence. "I get it, bro. Jade likes to dress for comfort around the house. Probably go around in just her underwear if she could, but of course Mom would go ballistic on her about dressing like a proper lady and all that. She'd always let Jade have it with both barrels if she wore anything revealing.

"I don't really notice, but I'm her brother, so I'm kinda immune. I still remember that little kid in pigtails who used to carry a stuffed dog around wherever she went. But I suppose if she were just some other girl, I'd probably find it hard not to notice, too."

Jarrett flushed. "Well, I don't mean to cause any problems. It's just . . . well . . . I mean . . . ."

Jayce laughed. "Dude, it's okay, I get it. I've been watching my friends do double-takes at my sister since forever. I appreciate you trying to do right by me by not gawking, but I understand that it's not always easy to pretend not to notice given the way she dresses. I'll have a talk with her about what's appropriate to wear around the house. And don't worry, I'll tell her it was all my idea, so she won't get ticked at you. Besides, I'm the big brother, so she expects me to tell her what to do. Cool?" Jayce slapped his partner on the shoulder. "Anyway, food is ready."

Jarrett nodded, clearly relieved to have gotten that issue off his chest. He rose and followed Jayce back to the kitchen.

 

[AnyOtherName]

Jayce was absent just long enough for his sister to complete setting the table. Before three of the four available seats in the dining room were a pair of plates, one with a small arrangement of french toast and the other loaded with the remaining breakfast items. The usual array of morning condiments were available in the center of the table while additional portions remained in the warmed oven.

Jade had strategically placed herself in the middle seat. The position wasn't exactly 'next' to the others, being that the small and rounded table sat one person per side, but she watched with a sweet smile as Jarrett confronted his lack of choice in their proximity. Sitting across from each other was likely a similar distance, but the point had been that he couldn't place Jayce between them this way. Assuming, of course, that he wouldn't drag the plates and utensils to the only remaining seat. Which seemed unlikely and potentially rude.

She tried not to enjoy her victory too much, shifting her attention to applying a thin layer of butter over her french toast as the men found their seats. "How goes work?" the Asian beauty asked as she reached for the syrup, looking over to Jarrett. Fine, she mused in her mind, recalling his earlier statements.

His response to her was immediately followed by Jayce, who seemed to have suddenly felt the need to prove that he worked, as well. He and his co-founder were soon completely lost to her, discussing business of the day, this week, this month... After a few minutes, the woman supplemented her leisurely pace of eating with reading the classified section of the paper. It wasn't until a contention about what day something or other was scheduled that Jayce realized he had left his phone in his room. He stood up from the table. "I'm fairly certain I'm right," he started. "But I'll go check. I know I programmed it on my phone when we initially set the meeting..."

Jade glanced up as he stood but feigned disinterest, her attention returning in short order to the paper. It wasn't until her older brother disappeared down the hall that she set aside the distraction and looked directly at his roommate. She turned slightly, crossing her legs, placing an elbow on the table. Jade openly studied him for several moments, a friendly smile spreading over her lips. "I have a hypothetical for you," she'd allow the words to linger in the air, hoping to draw his gaze. "...What would you say if I told you that I pleasured myself in the shower this morning while I thought of you?"

 

[saedo]

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Jarrett dug into the breakfast fare. He ordinarily wasn't much of an eater in the morning, but the food was pretty good. The bacon was just like he liked it - crispy, but not charred.

He contentedly focused on the meal and let Jayce do most of the talking. Not that Jayce needed much encouragement. Having slept for several hours, his mouth was no doubt starved for a chance for expression.

Consequently, Jarrett only vaguely noticed that Jayce had left the table. He was half a dozen words into Jade's sentence before he realized she was addressing him.

"...What would you say if I told you that I pleasured myself in the shower this morning while I thought of you?"

Jarrett's eyes widened slightly at the suggested scene. A naked Jade with her eyes closed and one hand between her thighs, moaning softly as the shower washed over her. The very idea sent a surge of warmth to his groin.

But the playful mischief in Jade's eyes told him what he needed to know. He'd known girls like her in school. Using their sex appeal to toy with guys was some kind of power trip for them.

"I'd say you were messing with me - trying to get a rise out of me," he retorted. "If that really happened, you'd have said so. Making it a hypothetical just lets you deny it later and claim you never said that. "

He held up a cautionary hand. "Don't try changing your tune now. If you say 'but it really did happen' now, you wouldn't be credible."

Jarrett looked around the room in an exaggerated fashion. "Were we in a club, I'd expect to find your mesomorph boyfriend with steam rising from his collar from watching you flirt with other guys to make him jealous. Either that, or a gaggle of girls all with their hands over their mouths to suppress the giggles as they watch you tease some clueless nerd."

"Frankly, Jade," Jarrett stated as he rose from the table, "I don't appreciate being treated this wa. Particularly in my own home. Now please excuse me - I have work to do." With that, he turned on his heel and walked back to his office.

 

[AnyOtherName]

The woman’s smile melted as Jarrett explained his interpretation of her character. She wanted to refute him, to explain the hypothetical nature of her delivery as a mechanism of clumsy self preservation. But he held up a hand, whatever she might have said seemed to not matter as he continued to devalue her credibility. Even as the man made theatrics of his club scenario, Jade found herself unwilling to interrupt whatever it was he was loading into the chamber.

‘Shot in the heart’ is so cliché, isn’t it? And yet, that was how the raven haired woman thought to describe what it was she felt in response to his words. He was wrong about her but the tone of loathing brought about the very real possibility that she wouldn’t have the opportunity to change his mind in the matter. And while the sorrow written in her expression was mostly for herself, a part of her couldn’t help but wonder what sort of mean spirited and fucked up things other women had done to him. Jade stared at the man, realizing that her lips hard parted at some point, as if to contest something he had said, but merely hung open in dumb silence instead.

He stood, expressed his final thoughts on the matter and turned to start for his office.

She climbed to her feet as soon as he turned his back, as if suddenly waking from a trance. “Jarrett, please – don’t. It’s not like that at all,” she spoke in a pleading tone, daring to take steps to follow him. She’d place a hand on his shoulder as she caught up; the look he cast back at her told her to fuck off but she continued never-the-less. “I’m sorry if I’m an inelegant seductress, but... I mean. You’re an amazing artist, a marvelous writer...an icon among our generation, and... I’m just...well.” She shrugged and made a depreciative show-gesture of herself, removing her hand from contact with him as she did so.

She could hear Jayce coming down the stairs. Jarrett had managed a considerable distance, well determined on getting to his office, so that Jade’s quick take to a chase still led her halfway into the living room. Her brother would be entering from the nearby main hall, giving him line of sight on the going-ons the moment he set foot on the main floor. No doubt he could hear Jade already.

Still, she didn’t relent. The prospect of having Jarrett seethe in his distasteful opinions of her was far worse than her brother being pissed off because she was shamelessly, and selfishly, throwing herself at his business partner.

Jade stepped around him so she could look him in the face, her hands seeking to take his once she stood directly before him. If he did not pull away, she’d hold his hands in a tender grip while looking apologetically into his eyes. “I understand if you’re not interested – because I’m not worth your time or because it’d make things weird with Jayce...but at least do me the honor of believing that I’m sincere. I’m not some former cheerleader monster that wants to stomp on your heart for amusement.” It was the first time in her life that Jade felt a desire to show someone pictures from her high school and college years. She had cherished and emulated her brother growing up, and was very much a loner nerd so far as her own peers had been concerned because of it. She took part in athletics, but she had never really fit in with the members of her team in off the field circumstances. Jade was quiet, dressed in far-too-big-for-her t-shirts rather than have attention set on her rack, and in her free time was lost to realms of fantasy in the form of books, comics, and video games. It was only in her adult life that she gained any semblance of self confidence, which she didn’t know how to wield with grace just yet. As present circumstances would suggest.

“I really like you, Jarrett. And I don’t know if it’s creepy or what...but, I’ve admired you for a long time. If I had the ability to think clearly in your presence, maybe I wouldn’t have messed up so badly in trying to express that.”

A groan emitted from the side of the room. “Really, Jade? Jesus.” His gaze shifted to his business partner. ”I’m really sorry, man.” Jayce began his approach, continuing to try to make amends. ”I’ll have her set up in her own place within the next 48 hours.”

Jade released her hold of Jarrett’s hands, assuming he had not already withdrawn from the contact, and turned to face her brother. “You can’t make me stay away from him.”

”For fuck sake, I shouldn’t have to.” He gave his roommate a ‘bitches be crazy’ side glance that comprised of a small head shake combined with a half shrug.

“Oh, good turn, Jayce. Fuck you. Did you have the same talk with him as you did me?”

”No. And I don’t think we need to discuss it in front of him, either.”

It would’ve been all too easy for Jade to explain. But her brother was doing her a favor and she’d already done enough talking for the day. Her ‘to do’ list suddenly increased: she now needed a job even more badly, and a place with immediate availability, to which she could start out owing Jayce a good chunk of money on top of the establishment of bills. Oh, adult life. Such fun.

She put up her hands in a gesture of surrender before glancing over at Jarrett. If it hadn’t been for her meddling brother, she would’ve jumped the handsome man the first and only time that she had seen him previously to now. Too bad she had been stupid enough to hint about her interest in front of Jayce; he had firmly expressed that she was to stay the fuck away. He didn’t even bother to detail why such an idea would be so bad, he was simply direct and dead serious when he told her that Jarrett was off-limits.

Jade need only imagine Jayce sleeping with her best friend to have an appreciation for his concerns. Understood how shitty it would be to have her friendship corrupted because he was an asshole or...who knows? Lots of things could happen, relationships were difficult to predict. And Jarrett was her brother’s business associate, on top of being his best friend, so...

It didn’t make her feel like a bad person, really. Though she liked to think she bordered on guilt, with at least some reservation of things ending badly, in truth she was optimistic about what would happen between them. Jade failed to envision a scenario in which she broke Jarrett’s heart or caused any strain on existing friendships/partnerships of his: as if her good intentions were enough to stave off all of the potentially undesirable outcomes.

Jade lingered to see if Jarrett would have any comments towards the scene that had unfolded in front of him. She couldn't pretend to know how he'd react; she gave him an even split of walking away to his office without another word or...what the hell would he say, otherwise?

 

[saedo]

Jarrett looked back at Jade, perplexed. His earlier righteous indignation was wavering. He'd expected her to be huffy and indignant in return.

Instead, she seemed...hurt. He hadn't expected that. It was almost as if she was sincere about her feelings.

The idea sounded so foreign to him that he wanted to reject it out of hand. The entirety of his experience told him that girls who looked like Jade didn't go for guys like him. Girls a little less attractive might, but only because he had some money. But the gold diggers of Jade's echelon knew they could bag guys with yachts and ski cabins and private jets. Jarrett wasn't in that league.

But Jade had sounded so believable when she'd defended her intentions. Like this wasn't just some act or head game. Like she'd truly meant it.

The idea seemed so odd, like water turned to wine. But however improbable what she was suggesting could be true, was he wrong to consider it wholly impossible?

"Let it go, Jayce," he called back down the hall at his partner. "Seriously, just leave it be. There's no reason to get in her face over it. Just let it alone, okay?"

Jayce clearly had more argument in him queued up for his sister, but he clamped his lips shut. "Fine," he murmured. "Fine. I'm done. Besides, we've got that interview." He gave Jade another cautionary glare and then followed Jarrett into the office.

 

[AnyOtherName]

Jade returned her brother's glare with a short-lived leer. There was nothing more to say in the matter; Jarrett had saved them all from the train wreck of further conversation. For now.

The woman watched as the two men headed into their office, turning on her heel after only a moment's consideration. She headed back into the kitchen and cleaned up, washed the dishes and wiped down the counters and table before transferring her coffee to a small thermos. She was unlike her brother, in regard to cleanliness; no doubt an effect of her mother's constant insistence upon Jade to conform to her gender role. It likely explained Jayce's habits, as well. Not even once could the younger sister recall her brother being made to clean. No, that bastard only need mow the lawn once a week.

Such thoughts made Jade smile. She loved her family, faults and strengths alike. She couldn't be mad at Jayce, even if he was standing in the way of something she wanted. She could only hope that she hadn't totally destroyed any chance with Jarrett from displaying such an awkward mess before him.

Jade gave a final glance over the kitchen to ensure it was more clean than she had found it before stepping out.

-----

The job search went better than expected. No one hired Jade on the spot but she did have some promising conversations that led to securing three appointments for formal interviews later in the week. The interested companies were offering real work, things that actually related to Jade's degree in mass communication and commercial arts. It felt awesome.

She returned in the late afternoon, dropped off by a cab. Their were no cars in the driveway, though the existence of a large garage made that fact less indicative than it could've been. As Jade approached the front door she briefly wondered if either Jarrett or Jayce would be home. Whatever the case, the front door had been left unlocked. She stepped inside and, not unexpectedly, there was no one to be found in the front or living room. Closing the door behind her, the first task to be found was to remove her heels. She carried the shoes along with her as she crossed the area in her stockings, the feel of her feet flat against the floor seeming almost unnatural for several paces. As she settled into the comfort of normalcy, an immediate desire struck her to change out of her work attire. She approached her gathering of belongings, setting aside her heels as she began to rifle through for alternate clothing. Once her items were selected, she glanced towards Jarrett and Jayce's office, listened for any indication of either of their presence within the house. There was noise, but so far as she could tell it was low music or some sort of streamed media. She couldn't hear anyone directly.

Jade stood, her eyes studying the crack of the office door and the light that shone from behind it. It wasn't but a moment later that she approached on deftly silent feet, a hand reaching out to gently push the door further open. She peered inside, uncertain of if she should speak immediately - for all she knew they could be in the middle of something important.

 

[saedo]

Jarrett stared at his tablet. He'd intended to get some work done on upcoming panels, but his efforts had been sluggish at best. He just couldn't focus.

It'd been like this all day. The podcast interviewer had even picked up on it over the phone. Fortunately Jayce had been there to cover. His partner had always been better with interpersonal interactions.

Jayce even apologized to him afterwards, thinking he was the source of Jarrett's distraction. "Sorry you had to see that, bro. I didn't expect things to get so heated with Jade. And I know that kind of stuff bothers you. But don't worry, we didn't just have some permanent rift in our relationship. When Jade and I really get upset, we tend to go at it hammer and tongs. But once things cool off, we get back to normal. Been like this since we were kids and we always get past it."

Jarrett had nodded quietly. His upbringing had been far less turbulent, so such raucous displays of emotion made him uncomfortable. It was a relief that the fierce argument between siblings was merely par for the course.

But that had not been the true source of his distraction. No, Jarrett had not been thinking about the argument, but the underlying source of contention. Jade had suggested she had an honest-to-God crush on him.

Instinct and experience told Jarrett to reject the possibility out of hand. Girls like her didn't go for the nebbish and slight of build. He'd seen the pictures of Jade in Jayce's family photos; whenever she was posing with a guy, it was always some tall, broad-shouldered dude, not the bespectacled nerd.

But she'd said she had a crush on him. Jarrett couldn't help but want that to be true. He'd been lusting after women like that since before he knew what a libido was. The very idea that he might actually have a chance with one was too tantalizing for his mind to let go.

Consequently, he'd spent most of the day trying not to think about the possibilities of an amorous Jade. He'd largely been failing at it, too. Thankfully his work required him to work at a desk, so his periodic surges of arousal had been shielded from view.

A noise at the door made him look up. He prepared a defensive explanation about the slow pace of his work, but it was not Jayce's face peeking in. Yes, thank God he worked behind a desk.

"Oh, hi Jade," he said, trying and only partially succeeding at disguising his discomfort. "Uh, if you're looking for Jayce, he decided to take a run to the electronics store about a half hour ago. Thinks one of the network relay switches needs to be tweaked. Of course, you know how he is when he starts talking tech, so he'll probably be gone for hours."

He paused, searching for something less emotionally charged to talk about than her brother. "So, how did the job hunt go?"

 

[AnyOtherName]

"It went well, thanks," she responded with a smile. She had taken several steps into the office as Jarrett spoke of her brother's whereabouts rather than continue to peer from around the door, though she suspected her approach wasn't entirely welcome. It wasn't difficult to see that, at the very least, her presence made the man uncomfortable. "I have three interviews scheduled for this week," she offered as if in proof of her former statement. A gesture in which she rose a hand suddenly reminded her of the bundle of clothing she held. "I actually just got back so I thought I'd check around to see if it was safe to change clothes in the living room." She paused for a moment, considering Jarrett carefully.

"I'm sorry about earlier," she stated simply as she took steps towards his desk. Once she was within reach of the work area she set the bundle of clothing down on the corner of the smooth surface.

She moved her hand to the top button of her blouse, her fingers unworking it effortlessly. The undoing of another followed. She stopped at that point, her shirt only casually open, barely revealing the sight of her ample cleavage. Her eyes purposefully returned to her brother's best friend. "I'm sorry about Jayce interfering, mostly. And my awkwardly failed pass at breakfast this morning." Jade returned her attention to her blouse, to which another button was undone. "But I'd like to make it up to you, if you'd let me..."

Her eyes rose to meet his. Leisurely, she paced around his desk, continuing to open her shirt as she approached. She came to a stop only as she stood beside his chair. Her silken blouse slid easily from her tan shoulders, revealing a white balconette bra with thin pink ribbon trim that hugged possessively to her generous orbs. The Asian woman cast aside her shirt and placed her hands on his shoulders, using her hold to slowly spin him to face her.

In the same motion, Jade placed herself upon her knees in front of him, trailing her fingertips down his chest and over his trim stomach as she settled into the new position. Lingering upon the hem of his pants and belt, her touch explored his sides before returning towards his buckle. "To be entirely honest, Jarrett, I just want you. Whether it's a relationship or just sex or whatever... I'll give what you'll take."

Cautiously, she began to unbuckle his belt, her dazzling dark eyes watching his expression. She feared that he would stop her, that she had pushed too far too quickly. But the alternative of remaining friendly within a reasonable distance, until such time as Jarrett came around to being comfortable in her presence, just wasn't feasible. Jade would have her own place soon enough and in the meantime she didn't intend to maul her brother's business partner directly in front of him. Opportunities such as this simply couldn't be wasted.

 

[saedo]

Jarrett tried to appear casual and disinterested. He turned back to the computer as she spoke as if he were still absorbed in his work. Consequently, it wasn't until Jade had closed to within a few feet of his desk.

Jade already had two buttons of her blouse undone when he glanced up. A third followed. It was almost as if she were taking off her top. But that surely couldn't be the case because women didn't do to that kind of thing. Well, maybe in movies, but not in real life. Certainly not his real life.

Except that's exactly what was happening. Jade parted the now fully unbuttoned blouse and revealed her incredible breasts. For a heart-stopping moment, Jarrett thought the vast, tan curves were completely bare. No, she was just wearing a very low cut bra. Her areolae actually peeked above the bra and the dents of her nipples were only just covered.

Jarrett felt a giddy surge of amusement in looking at her. Even in her bra, Jade had more breast on display than probably the last three women he'd seen naked. Maybe even four. Good Lord, she was stacked.

Jarrett's conscious mind struggled to reassert control, but the primal lust of his lizard brain was hard to overcome. Jade was saying something about wanting something. The words were hard to hear over the thudding of his heart.

Then she was standing beside him and her breasts seemed to eclipse his entire view. He was rotating to face her - no, she was pivoting his chair away from the desk.

The desk! No, that was his shield! Without that she would see! He cast a guilty glance towards his lap and confirmed that his burgeoning arousal was already noticeable and sure to become even more so with each passing minute.

His libido made thinking difficult. His mouth parted, but it was if the connection to his tongue had been severed.

And now Jade was kneeling before him, her breasts scant inches above his lap. He saw her eyes widen. She sees it! Oh God, oh God, oh God.

But rather than recoil, Jade's hands reached for his belt. As her fingers deftly unfastened the buckle, Jarrett felt a mental lurch as finally he found his voice. "Jade, this isn't a good idea. We should stop...."

 

[AnyOtherName]

She finished unfastening his belt. "I think it's a marvelous idea," she countered in an optimistic tone. "And I have no intention of stopping. Whether it be today or tomorrow...unless you tell me that my advances are unwelcome, I'm going to attempt to seduce you whenever it is that I have the opportunity." Her hand moved to his lap, stroking him through the material of his pants. She purred approvingly and her sight fell to study the outline of his shaft under the press of her hand.

"How about...you think about the benefits of my intimate company while you sample what it is I'm offering." Her hand unfastened the button of his pants, cautiously pulling down the zipper shortly thereafter. The plan, of course, was to hope that she was enough to distract Jarrett from such far-reaching concerns as the complications posed by her brother. Without hesitation, she'd yank his pants down to his ankles, leaving them gathered on top of his feet for the moment as she returned her hands to feel him through his undergarments. She was able to grasp at him more fully, and delivered several full strokes before slipping her hand through the front panel.

Her fingers traced ever-so-lightly over his sensitive flesh. Fascinated, Jade continued to watch the man's reactions to her efforts, and as her touch reached the bottom of his shaft she reversed direction. Her palm pressed against his cock and her fingers splayed apart. On the following down stroke, she gripped him lightly and guided his shaft out of it's confines.

She studied the sight of him briefly, giving an appreciative moan as she leaned forward between his legs to place her tongue against the underside of his thick length. The lick that traveled to his crown was delivered in a broad stroke, pressing wantingly against the contours of his arousal. As she reached the tip, she kissed him tenderly. A hand brushed along his inner thigh, it's path neither straight or predictably wavering, it's movement stopping only once her fingertips met the material of his clothing.

Another full lick was delivered to his growing rod, traveling an alternate path than the previous pass. Her tongue explored the crease of his crown in the moment before her lips sealed around him. Slowly, she pushed her face towards his lap, only taking him shallowly into her mouth. Her tongue continued to press against his flesh, a wave-like motion emerging as she pulled herself back towards his tip. She took him again, her pace remaining subdued, her depth only slightly greater than the last. A hand began to stroke at the considerable remainder of his length while the hand upon the trim of his clothing moved to gently massage his balls through the material. She continued in such a fashion for perhaps half of a minute, not taking him deep enough to even hit against the back of her throat. She rose her posture suddenly, his cock slipping out of her mouth with a lewd wet noise, her hand continuing to work her saliva over his engorgement. The reflection of the overhead light upon his glistening flesh was glorious.

Jade wasn't particularly expecting Jarrett to speak, but she looked up at him as her hands moved to the waistband of his undergarments. She'd begin to tug downwards on the fabric, intent on continuing her affections without the bothersome barrier. Assuming the man had no further objections...

 

[saedo]

"I think it's a marvelous idea. And I have no intention of stopping." Jade followed her bold pronouncement by tugging his pants firmly out from under him.

Jarrett didn't know how to respond to that. He'd never encountered a woman so sexually aggressive before. Certainly not one who was sober.

Paralyzed by uncertainty, he watched Jade fondle the various mounds of flesh beneath the thin cotton of his boxers for a moment. Her fingers soon found the fly of his boxers. He inhaled sharply as her cool fingertips brushed his cock, tracing its length as it curled inside its cloth confines.

His arousal was early enough for his member to still be pliable. With a bit of tugging she extricated his shaft from its cotton prison. The thick, pink organ flopped out between his thighs.

"Jade, please..., " he began in the vain hope she might listen. " This is crazy! Jayce could come back at any moment!"

She didn't even look up at him. Her focus remained on the fleshy mass she'd extracted from his boxers. She even moaned slightly, as if the mere sight of it pleasured her.

"Jade, this has to-." He paused mid-sentence, then concluded, "Ah-ahhhh." His words faltered as Jade's head dipped between his thighs and he felt the subtle texture of her tongue slip along the underside of his cock. Her tongue toyed with his member a few moments more, coaxing it to a fuller erection.

Jarrett gave up all hope of resistance as her lips parted and glided over the the mushroom-shaped head. She guided the swelling tip inside till her lips encompassed the entire crown, then let head slip back out again. She repeated the process. He could see in her eyes the delight upon discovering how much more a mouthful he is swelling cock was the second time.

Her right hand gripped his cock midway down, her encircling fingers and thumb separated by a considerable and still expanding margin. As she continued to mouth the massive head, her grip resisted the stiffening shaft's efforts to point skyward. Meanwhile her left hand gently fondled the ponderous orbs the his boxer-clad scrotum. And Jarrett just breathed as his cock continued to swell and swell....

After the better part of a minute, she released her oral hold on him. She had to part her jaws quite wide to avoid scraping him with her teeth, but even then there was a very audible pop as her lips' tight seal broke.

Jarrett glanced down tentatively at the result. Her right hand still held him, but the thick pillar still bobbed slightly in her grasp with each every thump of his heart. Every half dozen beats, another transparent pearl of precum would ooze from the tip before slipping over the edge to coat the steep incline of the crown.

Jarrett shook his head at the sight. Male porn stars always had slender, smooth cocks, like long pink bananas. His cock seemed far too thick for its length by comparison. With its heavy crown and now crimson hue, its stature always reminded him of a fire hydrant. An angry fire hydrant strangled by purple vines - thick veins of dark blood crisscrossed his cock's surface like a highways on a map.

Jade, surprisingly, seemed not to mind in the slightest. Jarrett's previous experience - albeit limited to very few independent sources - was that women didn't much like his cock. If the girth was not in of itself too much, its angry, vein-riddled appearance made them at best extremely reluctant to be in the presence of.

Jade, however, smiled up at him as if the hulking flesh obelisk was a particularly tasty ice cream cone and curled her tongue under the sensitive crown. That did it for him. Her oral attentions to hid cock and the fondling of his balls had him at a fever pitch, but the desire in his eyes pushed him over the edge.

Jarrett knew in that instant he had to stop himself. After nursing a partial hard-on off and on for hours, his balls were churning with semen. With nothing to catch his imminent explosion, he was going blow his load all over the office. The ensuing mess would be a nightmare and odds were that Jayce would catch them in mid-cleanup. The results of that would be catastrophic.

Jarrett plunged his hands into his crotch just as he felt his libido tip over the edge. He clamped down with both hands around the base of his cock with all he had. His hips bucked in the chair and his already angry cock swelled into an enraged purple. He groaned with a mix of lust and the agony of his thwarted release.

After a short eternity, the last of the aftershocks faded and he was able to release his death grip on his cock. The swollen member drooped, sore and flushed, but temporarily unable to rise. His balls ached like they'd just taken a swift punch.

Jade looked at him with confusion, no doubt puzzled by his bizarre actions. When her fingertips brushed his semi-flaccid member he flinched and sent his chair rolling away from her.

He staggered to his feet and awkwardly pulled his pants back up to his waist. The touch of cloth on his hypersensitive cock made him wince, but he grit his teeth and bore through it. The pain gave him a brief window where he was immune to her charms. He had to use it before he risked his oldest friendship.

"No," he croaked. "We can't do this. You heard your brother. We can't do this."

Jarrett stumbled away as quickly as he could and made a beeline for the stairs. He needed to get to his room. While his flesh was weak now, he knew in about 10 minutes he'd have a raging hard-on again and a burning need to satisfy his overstimulated libido. Best get to a place where he could satisfy it as soon as possible.

 

[AnyOtherName]

Jade sat back on her heels and watched with uncertainty as Jarrett denied his body release. She had never seen anything like it before. Sure, a mildly tight grasp or a ring around the base of the shaft to delay orgasm, but never... She tried to convince herself that he was simply concerned about getting off too quickly but it was soon apparent that it was much more than that. Cutting off the blood flow from his engorged member in a determined grip, his body writhing in pain and retaliation, he emitted a groan that Jade would never forget.

She realized that her mouth was hanging slightly agape in the moment that it was done. Confused and concerned, she reached to gingerly make contact with his tormented member; she winced in the same moment he did and watched with a stab of panic as he darted his wheeled office chair away from her.

Before the woman could fully process what had just happened, Jarrett was standing and pulling up his pants.

"No. We can't do this. You heard your brother. We can't do this."

The pain of his body was evident as he hurried to leave the room. Jade slowly climbed to her feet, fetched her shirt and her change of clothing, and walked out into the living room. Over her lovely features an expression of puzzlement prevailed.

She reached back to unzip her skirt. Jarrett, obviously, was long gone, so there was little reason to be worried on that front. As if she could make him feel any more unsettled in her presence. What if he kept himself locked up in his room the rest of the evening? Jayce was going to be pissed if his room mate felt the need to hide in his own home. Neither involved party would need speak a word for the older brother to figure out what had happened, given what had already transpired in front of him.

Jade sighed and slipped out of her skirt. Piling the rest of her clothing on the top of her suitcase, she sought out her cellphone and dialed Jayce.

"Hi, Jade."

"Hi, Jayce. Where are you?"

"Shopping for gadgets."

"Oh, fun times. About how long you think you'll be?"

"I dunno. I can hurry if you want."

"Not at all. But, say, would you pick something up for me on your way home?"

"Maybe. What do you want?"

"I was thinking of grilling steaks tonight...do you know of a decent butcher shop?"

"I do, but it's clear on the north side of--"

"Oh, come on."

Jayce sighed.

"There's nothing better than butcher shop meat. Don't tell me you grocery shop at department stores?"

"Fine, whatever. You win. I'm choosing the cut, though."

"Of course."

"I'm going to be at least an hour, then. Assuming I check out here in the next fifteen minutes, which is... I mean, maybe."

"Take your time. I'm not in a rush to cook and do dishes for your lazy ass."

"I love you too, sis."

Jade laughed. "Love you, see you when you get here," she spoke in a sing-song style.

She hung up, holding her phone between her hands for a moment as she paused to consider her next step. She found her gaze pulled towards the stairwell.

Jarrett. What am I putting you through?

Was it better to leave him alone and hope that he'd recover well enough to act normal once Jayce returned? Probably. But that wasn't the course of action Jade decided upon. Reluctantly, she dressed, garbing herself in the previously picked-out clothing, jogging shorts and a slim-fitting t-shirt that featured a Hylian crest.

She made her way up the stairs and had to stop for a moment to be sure of which door led to Jarrett's room. Once confident in her path, she approached and knocked.

"Jarrett? Please...I just want to talk." A short pause. "Jayce won't be back for at least an hour, I just spoke to him and... I'd like to fix whatever it is that I fucked up before he gets home."

 

[saedo]

Jarrett entered his room and slammed the door shut behind him. God, he felt awful. The room seemed to hot, so he removed his shirt. He was surprised at how damp it already was with his sweat.

Glancing down, he growled, "Ah, son of a bitch!" Several inches down his thigh, there was a dark spot on the material. No doubt it was a slimy mix of Jade's saliva and his precum seeping through the material. He stripped off his pants as well; hopefully the stain would wash out.

Since wearing nothing but boxers and socks felt silly, he removed those as well. He could do with a shower, so might as well get naked. There was just that ache in his groin to deal with first.

He got atop his bed and propped himself up against the headboard. He glared down at soft sausage of flesh between his legs. "Fuck," he grumbled.

Real life had certainly proved to be a letdown from movies. The quiet, studious, artistic guy did not wind up with the cheerleader or the homecoming queen. Being a nice guy had gotten him near zero traction with girls. Instead he was the platonic friend to whom they could gripe about their selfish boyfriends.

Even something as mindless as porn was full of lies. Girls did not get all hot and bothered because you had a thick cock. Usually it tended to slow them down - if not slam on the brakes. If sex ever did follow, it usually had all the passion of neurosurgery. His lovers approached him with the cautious dread and precision of a bomb technician disarming live ordnance.

Damn Jade and her tempting ways. He'd pretty much driven the longing - and subsequent disappointment - for female companionship from his head. "Live my life alone" had become a personal mantra. He'd accepted his fate.

Then Jade had to come waltzing in and fuck it all to hell. Why the fuck did she have to be the first hot woman to give a damn about him? His business partner's sister? Giving in to her crazy flirtations risked blowing up his entire career.

Somewhere in the middle of his grumbling anger, Jarrett realized that whatever mysterious force precluding his erection had subsided. His angry, abused cock was swelling and stiffening once again. Finally.

Jarrett opened up a drawer in his nightstand and withdrew a gold plastic cylinder. Unscrewing the cap revealed the pale plasticine entrance to his Fleshlight. The thick tube of some special polymer mimicked the feel of human flesh and thus made a surprisingly good substitute for an actual pussy.

Jarrett removed a plastic bottle of lube from the same drawer and poured a generous amount inside the Fleshlight. He rubbed a handful over the the head of his cock. Thus prepared, he tilted the Fleshlight over so that the slit-shaped entrance rested on the tip of his throbbing cock.

He shivered slightly as he eased inside. The room temperature Fleshlight seemed chilly on his engorged member. The fake walls, however, clung to him in a pleasing manner, so he sighed with relief as it engulfed him.

He closed his eyes and leaned back into the pillows. With both hands wrapped around the outer cylinder, he began to pump the contraption up and down his cock. The room was silent save for the squishy noises from the lubed device.

Jarrett began to groan in anticipation. After his earlier mistreatment, he was so looking forward to a massive cum. He could feel the pressure coiling in his balls. Wouldn't be long now. Oh God, this would feel -

Suddenly his reverie was interrupted. "Jarrett? Please...I just want to talk. Jayce won't be back for at least an hour, I just spoke to him and... I'd like to fix whatever it is that I fucked up before he gets home."

"Son of a fucking bitch!" Jarrett whispered to himself. Just when he was about to get off. Dammit, Jade.

He raised his voice so she could hear. "No, Jade, not now. I don't want to talk. Just leave me alone!"

He grunted and began jacking off even more furiously with the Fleshlight. God, he needed to cum.

 

[AnyOtherName]

Jade frowned. Stood silently on the other side of his door, her hand lifting towards the door knob despite his insistence that she leave him alone. Hovering several inches from the handle, the woman simply stared for a moment.

She couldn't do it. Perhaps Jade had been too much the victim of an overbearing mother to have an invasive disregard of the privacy of one's bedroom. The woman felt a swell of anger in response; at herself, mostly, for having even considered entering Jarrett's room when he had told her to go away. She could suddenly feel her emotions from when she had been on the other side of the door...her mother would burst in, either uninvited or despite being told to go away, and. Fuck. It had been one of the few times Jade had ever seen red in her life. It was so disrespectful to --

Her hand dropped. "...Okay," she eventually managed in a defeated tone. She of course spoke much quieter than before, though she still made some effort to ensure that he'd hear her through the door.

It almost felt surreal as she turned away. She walked the length of the hallway to the stairs, descended the steps, stopped in the middle of the living room as she realized she was at a complete loss as to what to do. Her mind lingered on Jarrett, on the thickness of his meaty cock. He was built far differently than any guy Jade had ever been with, a prospect she could only find exciting.

She couldn't help but to lift her right hand, looking down as she curled her fingers to simulate the way she had held him. She wasn't certain of the exact distance that had been between her thumb and fingertips as she had tried to encompass him, but knew that the distance had been ever growing. He was huge!

Jade closed her eyes briefly and imagined his over-sized tip rubbing teasingly over her womanly folds, drenching his engorged flesh in the overflow of her arousal. She'd alter the position of her hips so as to place him directly at her opening, pressing her body towards his as she sought to envelope his length. She could almost imagine the ache of her vaginal walls as they stretched to accommodate his thickness. A shiver, a sudden awareness of the hardness of her nipples and a wash of fresh, slick juices oozing into her panties.

Forcing her eyes open, Jade suddenly felt overwhelmed. She wanted to masturbate - well, no, she wanted to burst into Jarrett's room and take him, willingly or otherwise (though she had never thought of herself as a rapist until this very moment) - but...instead, she considered an alternate outlet.

Jade had overactive libido, which developed in her late teenage years. Ever-the-introvert, she found most of her sexual satisfaction at her own hand. But masturbating at every opportunity - in the morning, in the afternoon if one was lucky, and multiple times in the evening - eventually, one starts to wonder about oneself. And so Jade continued the workout regimen she had adhered to throughout her athletic years in an attempt to burn off some of the energy. Which worked fantastically for allowing her more opportunities with the robust and muscular type of men in which she found only mild attraction. She'd cave in from time to time and keep the company of some jock she picked up at the gym but she found they'd share very little in the way of interests. The type she truly desired, men of slight build and a stature shorter than her own, seemed unwilling or unable to approach her. It wasn't until Jade was nearing her mid-twenties that she realized that she was using her introvert tendencies as an excuse to accept whatever came her way instead of actively pursuing what she wanted. It was stupid and it needed to change.

Jarrett was worth the effort. Jade just needed to recollect herself, try again.

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If Jarrett happened to come down from his room prior to Jayce's arrival home, Jade wouldn't have known it. Shortly after her thoughts, she had gathered her mp3 player and took off for a long jog.

When she returned, Jayce's car was in the driveway. A moment of panic as she wondered how long he had been home, what Jarrett might have said. She didn't take him as the type to tattle on her, but... If he was acting differently, Jayce might call him on it and demand to know what had transpired. Or maybe he was waiting to jump down Jade's throat and extract what had happened from her.

She removed her earbuds and swallowed hard as she stepped up to the front door. The woman tried to look nonchalant as she stepped inside.

 

[saedo]

Relief, unfortunately, proved elusive for Jarrett. Jade's sudden presence outside his door shattered his concentration. It was too much like a mortifying memory from his early teens when his older sister had nearly walked in on him when he was midway through a similar self-help session. The old fear of being caught rose up from the depths and perched on his shoulder. He found himself unable to focus sufficiently to achieve the release he desired.

Logically, it made no sense. Jade had already seen his half-naked body. Hell, she'd even sucked on the head of his cock. But jacking off into a plastic vagina seemed vaguely pathetic to Jarrett. He didn't want Jade to see him that way. He couldn't explain why he should care, but he did.

After a half dozen attempts, he gave up trying to coax an orgasm out of himself. He needed to take a break and sort out this tangle of emotions first. Grimacing, he cleaned up the mess of lube and took a long, frigid shower. He was shivering when he stepped out, but he'd at least temporarily subdued the ache in his balls.

Jarrett dressed and poked his head outside his bedroom. No sign of Jade upstairs, but he did hear movement downstairs. Jarrett tiptoed cautiously to investigate.

He found instead Jayce. Hands full of wire, he greeted Jarrett and began immediately extolling his latest discoveries from his latest tech shopping expedition. Jarrett was an old hand at this, so he promptly tuned out. Only when Jayce turned the topic of conversation to the evening's activities did he tune in again.

"So bro, I figure what we need to do tonight is get you some action!"* Jayce said enthusiastically.

"Say what?"

"Bro, it's the perfect plan. You've been out of sorts ever since Jade got here and I think it's just because she reminded you that haven't had any female playtime for awhile. "

" Woah, hey now...," Jarrett started to interject. It'd actually been way longer than "awhile", but he didn't want to seem pathetic.

"C'mon, it's totally the case," Jayce continued. Jade broke up with her last guy, totally moves across half the country, and now she's flirting with you because you're nearby and single. You're too much a good guy to go messing with a bro's sister, but even I have no to admit she's kinda hot, so only natural for her to get your motor running."

Jarrett swallowed uncomfortably. Jayce had no idea just how revved up Jade had gotten him.

"So easy fix. I know just the club to take you, too. Practically wall-to-wall college chicks and you know some of them read the comic. We drop our names and flash some cash and I guarantee we can find a little hottie who can't wait to bang you. You bring her back here and get your freak on. Meanwhile Jade sees that you can get ladies without hitting on your bro's sister, so she'll leave you alone. It's a win-win, bro!"

Jarrett tried to resist, but Jayce proved as unrelenting as his sister. Finally, he gave in. "Alright already. I'll go."

"Cool." The alarm system beeped, signalling the opening of an outside door. "Oh, that's probably my sister now. Go back upstairs and change into something stylish," Jayce instructed 6. "I'll tell Jade what's what."

 

[AnyOtherName]

Jade stepped over the threshold and glanced around, finding only her brother in the living room. "Hey buddy," she spoke naturally despite her uncertainty in the tone their conversation would have. He returned her greeting in what seemed to be a friendly manner. "Did you pick up steaks?"

"Yeah. But I don't think that we should have them tonight."

"Why not?"

"Because your steakhouse marinade is the best," he baited. "And I, personally, like it most when it has soaked for 24 hours."

"Okay then. Steaks tomorrow. What do you want for tonight?"

"Oh, I'm going out. Jarrett, too. So just feed yourself whatever."

Jade's brows drew together. "Going out? Where?" She skipped over the part where she resented being so indirectly told that she wasn't invited to accompany them.

Jayce shrugged. "Wherever the mood takes us."

"Oh, I see. Well, have fun."

"I'm certain that we will," Jayce returned with a shit-eating grin.

Jade wasn't quite sure what to make of it. She was pretty certain she knew her brother's motives - 'wherever the mood takes us' was nothing but a slightly better way to say 'going to clubs to find bitches' - but she couldn't automatically assume her brother was directly trying to undermine her attempts with Jarrett. Could she? Maybe. Jayce was kind of a bastard like that.

His sister walked past him without letting her thoughts show on her expression. She was tempted to start a fight with him, to spew her suspicions and get in his face, but she showed marvelous restraint. More for Jarrett than herself; he obviously didn't want Jade to affect things between him and her brother, and so the woman would try to cause the least amount of friction possible. "I'm going to shower," she announced as she approached the stairwell. "Will you guys be here when I get out?"

"Nah, we're leaving as soon as Jarrett's done changing."

"Okay, have a good one."

"You too."

Jade ascended the stairs. The main floor bath had only a tub and after a long run the last thing one wanted was to stew in their own sweat. It was only a happy coincidence that Jarrett was known to be on the upper floor, as well.

She waited across the hall from his door until it opened. When it did, she took a step towards him, placed a hand on his chest. She pushed gently, urging him back into his room. She'd follow and shut the door softly behind her.

"Jarrett, I..." she paused for a moment to collect her thoughts. "I'm not sorry, at all. But I still feel like I need to apologize." She took his hands. "Go out with Jayce, do whatever it is you want to do. It's not my place to tell you to do otherwise. Just know that...I'm here, if you ever want me." She gave a soft, sorrowful smile. "It won't be long until I have my own place, and Jayce wouldn't have to know anything was going on. I mean, unless things happened to get serious..."

Yes, what a perfect thing to bring up. Make it more complex. You should tell him that you want to marry him tomorrow and have his babies.

She shook her head. "Anyway, you have places to be, so I won't keep you." Jade released his hands. "I hope that you have fun tonight." She snaked her arms around his shoulders, bringing her lips to his for a tender and considerably prolonged kiss.

Drawing back, she tried to make light of the situation. "I guess I'm off to go masturbate in the shower again." A forced grin. "Hopefully I'll have better luck with you tomorrow."

 

[saedo]

Jarrett stood a bit stunned. He hadn't expected Jade to kiss him.* Certainly not like that. Admittedly, his sample size was fairly limited, but Jade was a damn good kisser.

But it was also so unlike her earlier aggression. Yeah, she initiated it, but this lacked the fierce passion of before. This was softer...gentler. It was...nice.

Of course, tuned up as he was, even nice got his motor running. He felt the familiar warmth as his cock began swelling down along his thigh. Great, jus great. He was expected to go clubbing in this condition?

"I guess I'm off to go masturbate in the shower again." Jade said with a bit of sad mirth in her eyes.

"You and me both," grumbled Jarrett. The thought hit him a second later like a thunderbolt. That was it!

Jarrett's hand grasped Jade by the wrist, precluding her from turning away. "Wait a second," he growled. "Jayce!" he bellowed towards the stairs, "I'm gonna grab a quick shower before we go!"

"Alright!" Jayce barked from below. "Just don't take forever! Traffic is going to suck as it is!"

Jarrett pulled Jade along with him into the bathroom. He closed the door behind them and opened up the taps. Only then did he turn to address Jade.

"You know, my life was pretty good till the pair of you decided to start meddling with my love life," Jarrett groused as he balanced on one foot to remove his shoe. "I was perfectly content on my own, but then you had to go tie my cock in knots and not I've got to go bang random drunk chicks to prove to your brother that I'm not hung up on his little sister!"

The shoes off, Jarrett turned his energetic assault on his belt. "Fine! I'll deal with it because that's what I do." His pants hit the floor with a clatter. "But first, you're fixing what you started!"

Jarrett's index finger directed Jade's attention to the distended lump in his boxers. "You started this!" He accused. "I can't go clubbing with your brother while having that running down my leg all night! I figure that patient as he is, he'll give me ten minutes before he's up here wanting to know what's taking so long. That's how long you've got. Fix it! "

 

[AnyOtherName]

The woman was all but certain of her defeat; a puzzled expression overtook her features as Jarrett gripped her wrist and told her to wait. As he called down to Jayce, conveying a desire to shower before they left, a glimmer of hope sparkled in Jade's dark eyes.

Wordlessly, she allowed him to lead her into the bathroom. Or, perhaps, it would be more accurate to say that she excitedly followed him; there was no need to drag her to their destination, she was more than willing for this particular journey. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest. Was it too much to hope that...? He's not going to corner himself in a bathroom to talk things out, she assured herself. At this point, if he risks being alone with you...

He shut the door behind them and turned the handles on either side of the tub faucet.

"You know, my life was pretty good till the pair of you decided to start meddling with my love life," he spoke as worked to remove a shoe. Jade watched him admiringly. As he continued to speak, the woman felt a tinge of guilt at having disrupted his perfect contentment in solitude, followed by a brief rise of shock at the confirmation of her suspicions in regard to her brother's scheming.

Jarrett straightened his posture, having removed both shoes, and began to unbuckle his belt. "Fine! I'll deal with it because that's what I do." Making quick work of the barriers of his pants, the garment was soon sent plummeting towards the bathroom floor. "But first, you're fixing what you started!"

She didn't need the direction of his pointed finger to know what he was talking about but the gesture made her feel welcomed to explore the outline of his swelling cock with hungry eyes. He continued to speak, reaffirming his position, justifying what was about to transpire. Set perimeters, a time limit, so as to avoid questions from his roommate.

Jade certainly didn’t need any convincing. The edges of her lips lifted into a sweet smile. “I would love nothing more,” she purred. Her arms crossed as her hands grasped at the bottom hem of her shirt and she peeled the material upwards at a calm, leisurely pace. She had changed out of her previous undergarments before going on her run, a snug white sports bra holding her chest tightly against her upper ribcage was revealed in the moment that she removed her shirt. Despite the design and intent, Jade’s breasts remained an impressive mass beneath the restricting confinement.

Purposeful steps carried her towards him. Her hands found purchase upon his chest, sliding upwards and over his shoulders. She continued to approach, soon pressing the entirely of her body against his. Her face nestled to the side of his, her lips finding the lobe of his ear. She suckled the flesh, tugged at it playfully between a cautious grip of her teeth, licked up the outer rim of his ear. A hot breath wisped over his wet skin in accompaniment to her words, “Jarrett...the things I will do to you...” She sharply inhaled, such imaginations making her blissfully aroused. But rather than tease him with such fantasy scenarios, she slowly drew her face back, her cheek caressing his. She stared into his eyes, pausing only long enough to again appreciate his handsome features, before moving her mouth to take his own.

A hand trailed into his hair, her fingernails lightly tracing over his scalp. Her kiss was much like the one that had proceeded it; her lips lingered lovingly against his own, her passion subdued for the sake of tenderness. But within moments she found herself unable to restrain herself. Her fingers curled, gathering a possessive yet gentle grip of his hair; her lips parted, her tongue eagerly seeking to explore Jarrett’s mouth. A moan emitted from her throat as she pushed him backwards, stopping only as he was pinned against the wall.

A shapely and defined leg lifted, Jade’s knee settling above the man’s hip. She pressed herself against him wantingly, rubbing herself up and down his lap, immediately regretful that she hadn’t fully undressed.

After half of a minute, she broke the kiss. But only long enough to remove her bra. The woman took her hands from Jarrett reluctantly, repeating the former motion with her shirt with the remaining garment. She watched the man’s face as she slowly lifted the bottom hem, her massive globes carrying upwards with the movement. As the material crested her thick nipples, generous breasts fell suddenly back to their natural position, bouncing lightly as they settled.

She kissed him again, but only briefly. Jade's hardened nipples pressed into the material of his shirt, dragging against him with the movements of her breaths. She didn't withdraw from him in the moment that she ended their kiss, instead trailing her lips down his throat. Her leg dropped from his hip and she slowly began to sink to her knees.

Jade wasted no time in removing his boxers this time. Fully revealing his thick cock and heavy balls, the woman licked her lips as a purr emitted from her throat. She thought to tell him how marvelous she thought him to be, but...actions spoke louder than words, and she doubted that he wanted to hear her talk, anyway.

Without hesitation, a hand was placed around the base of his shaft. Jade leaned forward, delivering a full lick to his scrotum as her hand began to stroke his growing erection. Gently, she lapped her tongue beneath one of his balls, shaping the soft appendage to cradle his weight. Parting her lips widely, she directed a testicle into her mouth. Suckling him softly, her tongue ever moving to massage his flesh, a moan escaped her throat. She'd reposition herself, treat the alternate jewel in a similar fashion. Despite her time limit, she didn't seem to be in much of a hurry; rather, she lingered, savored his salty taste.

She'd reluctantly withdraw, her tongue immediately placing itself upon his shaft. A broad lick traveled from base to tip as she glanced up at Jarrett's face to watch his reaction. Her free hand took her former place, massaging his sack with cautious, gentle motions. Upon reaching the crown of his glorious manhood, her tongue would circle his bulbous tip as she opened her mouth to the limit of her jaw before taking him inside of her warm, wet maw.

Lips sealed around his shaft as she pressed her face into his lap. She did not tease, as before; though she took him slowly, she did so until she felt him nudge against the back of her throat.

 

[saedo]

"Yessssss," Jarrett hissed. "Yessssss." Jade had spent a bit too long on foreplay for his tastes, but she'd gotten straight to business once she had his boxers off.

He also found himself impressed how eagerly she'd taken to his cock. His experiences with other women were mostly confined to the tip; Jade, however, had slipped him past her lips and inched her way down his length without any hesitation. Though she had a fair amount yet to go, the length of her stroke encompassed far more of him than he ever expected. And dear Lord did she know how to handle a man's balls.

Under less urgent conditions, Jarrett might have been tempted to draw this sensation out. Jade's technique was quite pleasurable. But with the tumult of the day, he felt like his scrotum might explode if he didn't cum soon. He offered not the slightest mental resistance as she drove him to the brink.

"Close - so close!" he grunted. "Best look out! Soon, it's soon!" Jarrett tilted his hips slightly; if she popped him out at the last second, it would be easy to aim his spewing cock into the shower stall. Not exactly romantic, but certainly easy to clean.

He closed his eyes as the familiar tingles hit his spine. He'd have to trust Jade to contain the impending mess. He in turn yielded to his longer overdue release and gasped as the first fiery jet of cum rocketed up his meaty shaft.

 

[AnyOtherName]

Jade drew her mouth back over his length, sliding her lips to just beneath his crown before reversing the motion. Her tongue pressed against his intimate flesh, lapped at him and traced the thick paths of his veins. A moan vibrated against his stout manhood as she felt him hit the back of her throat for a second time.

A hand worked to stimulate the lower portion of his cock, her grip unable to close in on itself. A coating of her saliva drenched the hand as it moved up and down in unison to her mouth; she settled into a pattern of squeezing lightly at his base, loosening slightly on the down-stroke. With every thrust of her face she seemed more eager and it was but moments before the room filled with lewd, wet noises mixed with muffled moans and cries of delight from the woman.

She couldn't be entirely certain how long it went on. An awareness of time was entirely lost as she focused all of her attention on pleasuring Jarrett, wanting for nothing more than to win his favor.

Jade would have continued for hours, drawn out his excitement (or attempted to cast his better judgement to the void in persuading him to fuck her), but... Jayce was home. She couldn't risk it. Rather, she'd merely hope Jarrett would be enticed enough for future circumstances between them.

She felt his balls tighten and lift, one of her hands having continued to gently massage his sack throughout the blowjob. Her touch did not follow, her attention being caught by his words. "Close - so close! Best look out! Soon, it's soon!"

The Asian woman followed the slight turn of his hips, her mouth fervently moving over the length of his cock as she strove to achieve his orgasm. As she felt the first stream of his hot cum pouring into her mouth, she took him to the back of her throat and held there. She found that she was unable to swallow as the second burst of his seed flooded her throat but yet she remained. The volume of his load was astonishing, and soon she felt an overflow pouring from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her naked chest.

When he finished, she slowly withdrew her face from his lap. Once his member popped free of her mouth Jade found the ability to swallow. She did so, requiring a couple of gulps, before taking a gasping breath. She wiped her chin with her forearm and glanced up in his direction.

She wasn't quite sure what to say. After a moment's hesitation she climbed to her feet.

"I suppose I should actually shower. You might want to at least get your hair wet if you're planning to convince Jayce that you did so already." She gave a friendly smile before placing her hands on the upper hem of her pants. "Given, he's kind of dense at times...but I think even he'd catch that one." She began to nonchalantly remove the remainder of her clothing.

Her mound was freshly shaven, her lips glistening with a sheen of her juices. She stood still for a moment and studied Jarrett thoughtfully. She said nothing and turned to climb into the shower. She drew the curtain closed after her, leaving only a several inch gap between it and the stall.