Off-Limits.

[saedo]

Jarrett watched silently as Jade stripped before him. Good Lord, she was gorgeous. Those amazing breasts. The slender waist. And then her bare pussy.

Dammit. She was doing this deliberately. It was no accident that her hand drifted near the smooth skin of her curved mound, drawing his attention to the glistening lips. Jade had just given him one of the best blowjobs in his life and minutes later she was trying to get him hard again.

He shook his head sharply, trying to force his thoughts away from the naked beauty. Jarrett still had other problems to deal with. It didn't feel like he'd been up here that long, but he couldn't risk Jayce's impatience prompting him to come investigate.

Jarrett exited into his bedroom and changed outfits. Given that he was already bare from the waist down, it didn't take long. underwear and pants back on. Fortunately Jade's oral efforts meant that his cock offered no resistance as he tucked it away.

Returning to the bathroom, he heeded Jade's suggestion about his hair. Running a wet comb through it several times made it sufficiently damp to pass inspection.

He risked a look towards the shower and was immediately sorry he'd done so. Jade was leaning back against the tiles, her face upturned and her eyes closed. Both hands covered her tender groin. What exactly her fingers were doing was unclear, but the expression on her face suggested she was enjoying it very much. Jarrett turned away before the familiar tingles in his own groin could reawaken his own arousal. Time to get the hell out of here
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How ironic. Or was it just oddly amusing? Jarrett had never really grasped the distinction. Not that it really much mattered.

Whatever the proper term was, it definitely was that. By all rights, seeing a naked woman fingering herself ought to be a good day. Seeing it twice in a day ought to be off the charts. Yet today, Jarrett had that rare happenstance and found himself irritated by it.

Well, the conscious part of him, at least. The growing lump in his pants was testament that his lizard brain was certainly pleased with the situation.

Tonight the fingers in question belonged to Brandy, a little young creature who was midway through a striptease for his benefit. Her platinum locks gleamed in the soft light of his bedside lamp. Jarrett surmised with a quiet smirk that - judging by the dark strip of curls above her naked pussy - that Brandy must have a skilled colorist.

Jarrett had met Brandy at the club hours earlier. Jayce had started buying drinks immediately and had not been shy about playing the minor celebrity card. To his credit, Jayce had picked an amenable audience. The college-age members of the crowd swiftly recognized them and Jarrett soon found himself as a focus of attention.

Exactly when Brandy appeared, he couldn't quite recall. Jayce had kept ordering tequila shots, though fortunately the pricey, well-aged variety. But at some point, Jarrett found the petite blonde practically in his lap, her taut little body brushing pleasantly up against him.

Jarrett made no attempt to resist. If he turned Brandy away, Jayce was sure to attempt to find another willing female. Besides, Brandy was a genuine fan. The college sophomore referred eagerly to her favorite bits of his artwork and giggled over her favorite jokes. Plus, he couldn't deny enjoying the way her breasts kept brushing his upper arm whenever she turned to listen to him.

As last call neared, Jayce had proposed continuing the evening's adventure at their place. Brandy and Rachel - the lean brunette who'd latched onto Jayce - readily agreed. The premise of a continued party faded rapidly, though. Jayce and Rachel had disappeared into his bedroom soon after arriving at the house.

For her part, Brandy had jumped into Jarrett's arms and locked her legs around his waist. After grinding her thong against him applying a series of long, wet kisses, she'd come up for air long enough to gasp, "Take me to bed!" Gentleman that he was, Jarrett had carried the slender blonde - legs still locked around his torso - up the stairs and into his bedroom.

Jarrett hadn't seen Jade, but he could sense she was lurking our of sight. Apparently she'd had the sense to hide around a corner as first her brother and then Jarrett brought home their sexual conquests of the evening.

She must be out there now - listening in the darkness. Brandy was a moaner and Jarrett could just barely make out the delighted squeals of presumably Rachel from down the hall. Was she vicariously turned on by the symphony of sex in the nearby rooms? Jealous that she wasn't taking part?

Jarrett's attention snapped back to the present. Brandy, her face flushed with arousal and alcohol, clambered up atop the bed where he lay. Straddling his hips, she thrust hers toward his face. "Gawd, I am SOOOOO wet right now!" Brandy moaned. "I want your cock in me!" Her hands began fumbling with his belt.

Jarrett's conscience chided him. Ultimately, it was foolish to indulge his lust in such a futile congress with a woman he hardly knew. To let Jayce and now this bimbo coax him into this showed a lack of willpower.

His lizard brain, however, promptly told his conscience to shut the fuck up. Jarrett felt the last of his reserve drift away as Brandy's fingers found his throbbing shaft and she squealed, "Oh my God! You're fucking huge!" A haze of lust descended, erasing all thoughts aside from his libido.

 

[AnyOtherName]

She had known that he wouldn't join her in the shower; he couldn't, lest he was willing to let Jayce hear them fucking. Jade listened as Jarrett exited the bathroom - without even getting his hair wet at the sink - and gave a soft sigh in response.

Damn it.

Bringing herself under the cascade of water that poured from the shower head, the Asian woman closed her eyes and soaked in the warmth. Relaxing her mind (which dared to bode on the possibility that Jarrett despised her company), Jade found a release from her worries in the form of her lust. Between her thighs, her clit ached with the beats of her pulse, her pussy saturated with her sexual fluids. Best of all, she could still taste Jarrett's seed.

It wasn't but seconds later that a hand trailed down her trim stomach. The tip of her middle finger brushed teasingly against the nub of her clitoris and the woman took a sharp inhalation of breath in response.

She leaned her back against the tile that lined the shower stall, one of her feet pressing flat against the wall as it rose to the height of her knee. A turning of the leg allowed her greater access, and her alternate hand soon joined the first.

Jade thought she heard Jarrett re-enter the bathroom. Stifling a moan, she turned her face upwards as she continued to teasingly rub her clit, her hips bucking lightly against the contact. Two fingers of her alternate hand traced her glistening lips before placing themselves at her sopping entrance. She pushed lightly, though she did not yet penetrate herself.

The sink turned on.

Jarrett's presence did not dissuade her; in fact, it had quite the opposite effect. She knew he still had too much sense to join her, but in his absence... Jade wanted him to know how riled up sucking his cock had gotten her, to give him reason to believe her earlier claim.

She couldn't be sure if he even looked. Jade didn't make a show of her vocalizations, instead focusing on the feel of her fingers as they pressed inside of her soaking snatch. In her mind, Jarrett had joined her: and he was blissfully finger-fucking her while his lips sealed around her clit, his tongue flicking and rubbing as he eagerly suckled the nub of flesh.

Jade shuttered. The sound of Jarrett leaving the bathroom did nothing to break her fantasy; she began to thrust into herself harder while she lightly pinched her clitoris.

"You're so tight," she imagined Jarrett rasping from between her legs. "Maybe I should stretch you a bit more before...?"

Jade shook her head as she placed a third finger against her womanly passage. "No. Gods, no. Fuck me - fuck me now! I want to feel your thick cock tear me apart!"

She shuddered violently, not even going so far as to plunge her poised fingers into her pussy. Rubbing her clitoris furiously, her hips rocking with wild spasms, just the thought of Jarrett smiling at her shameless admission carried her beyond the brink of orgasm.

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The rest of Jade's evening was less eventful. She made the steak marinade and tried to subdue her bitter thoughts towards her brother and his ploy by distracting herself with a videogame. It worked, mostly. She dared not try to go to sleep before the two returned from their escapades; she didn't want to be in the way in case that ladies accompanied them home. Which seemed likely.

She sighed. With her laptop set up on a coffee table in the basement, she sat on the floor and queued for match after match in a MOBA.

She was in the middle of a game when she heard a clamor from upstairs. Only a few moments of attentive listening brought a female's laughter to Jade's ears.

She frowned. Well, what can you do? A mental shrug and she continued to play her match.

When the game was over, and the sounds of battle and background music subsided, the woman realized the seeming quietness of the main floor. It wasn't long before she climbed to her feet and approached the stairwell. She paused. Listened.

Nothing.

Cautiously, she ascended the stairwell. Coming upon the main floor, faint noises could be heard from upstairs.

Maybe it's just Jayce...

She knew she was lying to herself. Without thought, Jade found her way to the next stairwell, climbing it even more tentatively than the first. Creeping carefully through the hall, it quickly became apparent that noises were coming from more than one source. And one of those sources was right behind Jarrett's door.

She felt her heart sink. He had told her he was going to do it, and she had said it was fine. She had even thought she understood, at the time. The plan had seemed rational.

Jarrett hadn't betrayed her, in the least, and yet...she still felt hurt.

A rise of possessiveness washed over her. She should burst in the room, claim to be Jarrett's outraged lover. That'd get the bitch to leave, right? But what if the ousted female knew whomever it was Jayce was fucking, and somehow the tale circled back to him?

...Besides, it sounded as if the girl was enjoying herself. And that meant that Jarrett probably was, too.

Jade shook her head and turned on her heel. She climbed down the stairs just as quietly as she had ascended them, glancing over her shoulder as her steps leveled out.

She approached the couch, pausing long enough to note that she could still hear them. Or, at least, she could hear her. Hastily, the woman grabbed a blanket and a pillow from her previous resting place and hauled them along into the basement.

 

[saedo]

Jarrett eased into the kitchen. It was a bit later in the morning than his usual, but he had been up late. Way late.

He wasn't really feeling all that hungry, but he couldn't bear to hang out in his room. Brandy was still zonked out in his bed. Though Jarrett had pulled the sheet up over her, her curves were sufficiently well outlined that he found it hard not to notice. The instinctive response of his libido was an unpleasant reminder of how he'd been played with the past 24 hours, so he'd dressed and exited swiftly.

Jarrett had hoped that Jayce and his conquest - Rachel? - would be up already. She and Brandy were sorority sisters, so they'd probably share a cab back to campus. As such, he expected Rachel would be instrumental in getting the near-comatose blonde out of his house.

His hopes proved only partially realized. Rachel and Jayce were definitely up, but the moans and grunts coming from behind Jayce's bedroom door suggested the pair were presently occupied. Jarrett would have to wait for them to finish before he could enlist Rachel's help.

The throbbing pain behind his temples was starting to dull thanks to the aspirin. Despite his attempts to pace himself, he'd let Jayce talk him into far too many tequila shots. He didn't much feel like eating, but he knew he'd better get something in his stomach. Everyone said he was grumpy as a bear when he hadn't eaten and he was already in a grim mood.

He popped a bagel in the toaster and contemplated his life. Things had been much better just days before. Stupid Jade thrown a real wrench in the works. If Fate was going to toss a gorgeous woman at him, why did it have to be her? God, she was was a luscious lollipop of temptation, but partaking in the slightest could put him crosswise with Jayce. Why couldn't she see that and just let it go?

And then because of her Jayce felt the need to "help" Jarrett's love life along. That meant pretending not to hate the club scene and downing way more alcohol than he should

Admittedly, Jarrett had gotten a lovely young blonde to follow him into his bed. But since he was Jarrett, even that had gone awry. Brandy had proven to have a delicious body - not as insanely curvy as Jade's, but still damn hot. She'd also proven to be quite easy to please, cumming a few times before he was even fully unclothed. But things had still managed to go off the rails.

Brandy had been marveling at his girth and heaping all manner of obscene compliments upon him. She had clasped both hands upon his throbbing monster and was teasing herself by brushing the thick head across her nether lips and prominent clit. But as her head tilted back and her moans crested towards a now familiar orgasmic pitch, Brandy had suddenly gone limp and fallen back onto the bed. A quick check of her vitals indicated that she'd lost consciousness.

Jarrett would have liked to think that he was just that impressive a lover. But he figured it was more likely due to the immense amount of alcohol she'd ingested. She'd nearly kept pace on shots with Jayce, who probably had 60 pounds on her.

Unfortunately, Brandy showed no signs of rousing. Jarrett waited patiently and nudged her a few times, but the blonde just quietly lay there. So twice in a single day, a hot woman had spun up his libido and then left him unsatisfied. Jarrett had grumbling rolled over and done his best to ignore his throbbing erection till sleep at last claimed him. Only he could get a hot naked blonde in his bed and still be unable to close the deal.

He popped the bagel out of the toaster and juggled it lest he burn his fingers. When it was sufficiently cool enough to eat, he bit into the crispy exterior. At least he could take a little enjoyment from this.

 

[AnyOtherName]

Jade woke up early and crept upstairs to secure herself a tall mug of coffee. She had thought dress quickly and leave, before anyone else was up, but she had an irrational fear of running into either of the random chicks that had been brought home on the previous night. So, instead of rushing through her routine and risking meeting anyone she clearly didn't want to know, she settled back into the basement and spent her morning looking up available apartments in the area.

Telling Jarrett that she didn't mind him fucking other women to get Jayce off of his back was one thing; hearing it was another. If she wasn't here, she wouldn't have to know when it was happening...maybe she could even pretend it wasn't happening? Or maybe the lack of her presence in their home would make it unnecessary that Jarrett go to such lengths to prove that he wasn't involved with business partner's sister?

Jade sighed.

If he even wants to be involved with his business partner's sister.

She couldn't begin to fathom where the two stood, exactly. And the longer she sat in the basement, the more idle her browsing her became, and the more she started to wonder.

After awhile, she got restless. She lifted her mug to find that she was down to her last sip.

You can't hide down here forever. What if they all sleep until noon? You shouldn't just left an hour ago...

Resigned to her fate, Jade collected her feet beneath her and began her trek upstairs, mug in hand. Thanks to the company that she didn't care to meet, she had worn a t-shirt and long pajama pants to bed.

Once upstairs, she took a couple of tentative steps, listening. She didn't hear anyone. With quiet footfalls, she made her way towards the kitchen to refill her mug, intending to dress quickly afterwards and slip out for further job hunting.

She gave a little jump when turning the corner revealed a figure in the kitchen. But as she realized that it was Jarrett, and not some bimbo, she smiled. "Oh, good morning!" She resumed her progress, coming around the breakfast bar to pour herself some coffee. For a moment she was uncertain what to say.

She fetched the half and half from the fridge, glancing in Jarrett's direction as she poured some into her mug. "So I'm going to run here soon - because I suspect the guests haven't left yet - but I just wanted to say that...well. I hope whatever happened last night doesn't affect us. I'm not going to lie, it hurt more than I expected to hear, but... So long as you're not making a relationship of it, it doesn't stop me from wanting you."

 

[saedo]

Jarrett glanced over at Jade and nodded his hello. He couldn't tell from her expression what her mood was and he was in no mood for a discussion of his love life. He'd buried it for years and now everyone seemed to want to dig it up again.

God, she looked good, though. She wasn't even trying - the bedhead hair and full body pajamas were clearly not designed to flatter. But damn if he didn't feel a passing desire to see her naked again. Of course, Brandy's lack of follow-through last night hadn't done his frustrated libido any favors.

He crunched his bagel over the sink. Why bother with a plate when you'd just wash it off? Jade busied herself with her own dietary cravings, so it looked like he might have his breakfast in silence.

Or not.

"well. I hope whatever happened last night doesn't affect us. I'm not going to lie, it hurt more than I expected to hear, but... So long as you're not making a relationship of it, it doesn't stop me from wanting you."

Jarrett stared at the tiled backsplash. Let it go. Keep your mouth shut. Don't respond. Your head hurts, you barely slept, and you're horny and unsatisfied. You'll only say something you'll regret. Let it go.

Or not.

"'Us'? There is no us. There can't be an 'us'. You saw what your brother did. You showed a hint of interest in me and he promptly dragged me out to a bar so find some drunk co-ed to get me laid! I don't even want to contemplate what he'll do if he finds out that didn't work!"

Jarrett groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ow. I shouldn't have raised my voice. My head is killing me." He shut his eyes as he waited for the pain to ease.

Sighing, he turned his gaze back to Jade. "Look, I'm sorry. You're a wonderful person and easily the sexiest woman to ever show the slightest fondness for me. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't the slightest bit interested."

"But I can't let myself think about that because you're not just some random beauty. You're my best friend's sister! You don't feel fuck your best friend's sister! You just don't! I'm sorry I let it get this far, but I can't do this to Jayce. I can't."

Jarrett sighed and frowned at the half-eaten bagel in his hand. "I've lost my appetite," he grumbled as he chucked the bagel in the trash. He turned away and walked out of the room, his voice trailing behind. "I'm going to my office. If your brother ever finishes with his one night stand, tell him to put them both in a cab home."

 

[AnyOtherName]

Her heart sank and her stomach twisted. A nauseousness threatened to make Jade lose her composure; and her expression did, for a moment, clearing showing what she felt. Confusion. Despair. Pain.

But as Jarrett spoke of her brother, and what he had pushed Jarrett to do because of her, the woman regained her footing. A deep breath, a straightening of her posture; she returned Jarrett's gaze with a calm expression, trying to look like she wasn't already preparing to argue with him.

Which she was.

She could have started in right away, used Jarrett's pause as an opportunity to let her thoughts pour from her lips. Instead, she watched silently as the man pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed, clearly fighting off a considerable hangover.

...Oh so now probably wasn't the best time to talk to him.

5 points for forethought.

He sighed, apologized, and risked paying Jade compliment. He even went so far as to say he wasn't completely uninterested in her. But - Jayce. And Jayce, and Jayce, and Jayce.

Fucking Jayce.

She opened her mouth as if to refute him, but Jarrett preempted by adding insult to injury.

"I've lost my appetite," he spoke as he threw away half of the bagel he had been eating. The words bit her nearly as hard as Jarrett's dream-smashing intro. He turned to walk away, trying to circumvent whatever response Jade may have in the matter, speaking dismissively as he went. "I'm going to my office. If your brother ever finishes with his one night stand, tell him to put them both in a cab home."

Jade followed him. "Seriously, Jarrett?" She'd hope that he'd turn to face her but she'd continue to follow him if need be. "You know just how fucked up that is, right? I'm not speaking a god damned word to Jayce about either of girls upstairs. Sounds like a guaranteed inspiration for violence. You can't even begin to imagine the depths of my--" She cut herself off. Took a breath.

"Look. That bastard has no say in either of our love lives. None. He didn't make you do anything last night, either. So it's not his fucking job to put that girl in a cab this morning. It's yours. You brought her home. Man up, Jarrett."

She stopped. Half-turned to leave, before adding, "For the record: you know what Jayce would do, if you and I were sleeping together and he found out? He'd blame me; for seducing you, of course, because he's not blind. And he'd get over it. I'm willing to sneak around because you don't seem to much like confrontation, but truly, it's kind of ridiculous and unnecessary."

Jade shrugged.

"But you're worth it and I'm not giving up." A soft smile graced her lips. "I'm quite confident that I'll have you before I move out, resist as much as you might. I don't mind the chase."

She finished her delayed turn and began to walk away with the intent of dressing and getting the hell out of the house before either of the girls or Jayce came down to the main floor.

 

[saedo]

"I'm quite confident that I'll have you before I move out, resist as much as you might. I don't mind the chase."

Jarrett looked around feverishly. Her infuriating words filled him with a sudden impulse to hurl something at her. Unfortunately - or perhaps not - the only things within ready reach were impractical. Throwing a chair my might make sense in a wrestling ring, but it seemed ludicrous inside a house.

Jarrett instead settled for the far less satisfying response of glaring at her as she walked away. Even that proved ineffective because he again found it impossible not to notice what a lovely ass Jade had. He growled and forced himself to turn away before the beguiling sway of her hips awoke his libido.

He entered his office and made a vain attempt to start on work, but his emotions were too riled up to focus. At least this time it wasn't lust so much as anger.

Well, it was partially lust. Damn Jade and her insane figure. Every time she gave him one of those sultry winks, he wanted to throw her down on the nearest flat surface and form the beast with two backs.

But he couldn't trust her confidence that Jayce would only blame her if Jarrett gave into his desires. Perhaps Jayce hadn't been that way with her other boyfriends, but this wouldn't just be some guy Jade picked up in a bar. It'd be Jayce's closest friend and business partner. The guy code was pretty clear that fucking a buddy's sister was a dick move.

Moreover, that sibling tension couldn't be healthy long term. Wouldn't Jade expect the guy fucking her to take her side? Might not Jayce expect similar loyalty from his friend? Jarrett could get pulled in regardless.

His musings were interrupted by a soft "Um, hi. " He looked up to find Brandy standing in the door. She had redonned her dress from last night, but carried the heels in her hand. Her hair was damp, suggesting a recent shower.

"Um, hi," she repeated. She took a deep breath, doing rather marvelous things for her cleavage, and blew it out in a big gust. "Okay, this is kinda embarrassing, but I just gotta know. Did we...do...anything last night?" Brandy's eyes shifted to the floor. "I got pretty hammered last night and...." Another deep, bosom-bouncing inhale and exhale. "....and I don't really remember much after the club."

Jarrett resisted the urge to chuckle. There was something adorably amusing about her confusion. "No," he replied. "Nothing happened. Well, not much, at least. You took off your clothes - you have an amazing body, by the way." Jarrett figured the compliment would cheer her and earned a swift smile for the effort. "But before things could go any further, you passed out. So I put the covers up over you and let you get some sleep."

"Oh ." There was a lot of relief in that syllable. She was motionless for a moment, then strode swiftly to where Jarrett sat at his desk. Before he could react, Brandy bent towards him and kissed him softly. "Thank you," she whispered tenderly. "Not every guy is such a gentleman."

She straightened up, her mood clearly much improved. "Well, I'm sorry for ending the evening that way. I didn't mean to lead you on. If you'll let me, I'd like to make it up to you." She picked up a pen and a scrap of paper from his desk and scribbled on it. "This is my number. If I don't hear from you ever, I understand. But I hope you do call. I promise I'll make it worth your time." She smiled quickly.

A distant voice from the front of the house beckoned. "Brandy? You ready?"

The blonde shrugged her head. "That'll be the cab. Time to go." She placed the number on Jarrett's desk. "Bye." And with that, she was gone.

Jarrett reached for the number. Sweet girl, though in the morning light she seemed all the more like a teenager playing dress-up than a college co-ed. He crumpled up the paper and aimed it at the wastebasket. Brandy was another complication he didn't need.

He paused mid-throw. Or was she? Jade's quest for him seemed unrelenting, but hadn't she said something about not wanting to compete for him against another woman? Perhaps Brandy was just what he needed to forestall Jade before she totally upended his life. Or perhaps involving another female would only make things worse. He'd have to think carefully on this one.