Jess's Indiscretion

Jess also wasn't the best with technology, which is why Carl handled all that side of stuff for her now. She trusted him though, in that what he was saying was possible at least.

Carl continued, seeing Jess' disdain at the idea, "He's basically trying to extort you, Jess. This is just defending yourself. Even if he never does anything horrible on purpose, we've already established that he's not good with computers... He could leak things accidentally."

Jess pursed her lips, "I don't feel comfortable breaking i-"

"-It's not breaking in," Carl interrupted. "Abby has the key, and nobody would ever know. We would have to do it today though because Zach could be back tomorrow."

***

Now

The door slammed shut, leaving Jess alone in the three-storey house. In a split-second, the conversation about taking Zach's laptop ran through her head. Her orgasm, which had been so tantalisingly close, began to fade.

She growled, making a snap decision, and slid off the edge of the bed. She knew she would have to do this now, while it was an impulsive decision in her head.

She quickly threw on her pyjamas, sliding on some loose pink satin shorts, with pockets that could just about hold her phone, and a thin grey tank top. She didn't know why she was bothering to dress in an empty building, but she did it instinctively, tying her damp hair back as she walked into the living room of the flat she shared with Abby.

She grabbed the set of keys from the hook on the back of the door and slipped out. Her heart beat heavily in her chest, and each step she took up the stairs made her more aware of it.

Finally, she stood outside Zach's door. As she pushed the key into the lock, she felt a buzz of excitement wash over her; she didn't know if it was the thrill of doing something bad, or just the remnants of her arousal, but she felt heat bloom between her legs.

"Fucking Carl..." she groaned, stepping into Zach's top-floor flat.

Unlike the two other flats in the building, Zach's was effectively a studio where the loft had been converted: a single room took up most of the floor that amalgamated everything you would expect to see in a kitchen, bedroom, and living room. Two more doors were visible in the other walls: a glass-paned one leading to a small balcony that overlooked their garden, and a solid wooden one leading to his bathroom.

Zach's huge bed was an unmade mess that commanded the eye - opposite the door into the apartment. Clean, but the duvet was hanging halfway off, with several pillows in various locations in and around it. The rest of the room wasn't much better, with half-finished drink bottles dotted around various surfaces and everything seemingly set at angles so jaunty that it had to have been done intentionally.

She stood in the doorway and looked around for the laptop. The blinking and flashing of LEDs dotted the room from chargers, the large TV, and its various peripherals, at least two sets of speakers, and so on. Jess' eye was drawn towards several flashing on a bookcase next to his bed and stepped forward to inspect them further, hoping one was a lead to his laptop.

The door slammed behind her, and she jumped, twisting, and expecting to see someone behind her.

"Fuck!" she shouted, seeing nothing but the closed door.

She turned back to the room and took several tentative steps towards Zach's bed. It was huge, looking bigger than her king-sized one. She couldn't help but think of the noises Abby made from this very bed that she could hear two floors below... If she hadn't already known Zach was a big man, then the noises that came out of Abby would have made her suspect - being more primal and rawer than the noises she made with other guys.

Jess felt heat spread across her body and her eyes watered in sudden embarrassment. She shook her head and looked around for the laptop again. She had a sudden thought: this whole thing would be pointless if he had taken his laptop with him, and of course he would have taken his laptop with him - that was the point of a laptop.

She breathed out a big sigh and sat down heavily on the bed. It was soft and bouncier than she expected.

"Carl, you're an idiot," she mumbled to herself, adding mentally, "so am I."

As Jess bounced experimentally on the bed, thoughts of Zach rose unbidden into her mind again.

***

Memories

Jess remembered a time where Zach's flirting had been extra aggressive. She had been slightly tipsy and maybe even a little receptive to it. She had known that she was going to have sex with Carl's roommate that night, as well as Carl. The first proper threesome she had had in... a while, and that made her more relaxed.

Zach had sat next to her on a tiny settee while they waited for Carl, his mass taking up most of the space. In her memory, his arm had been as large as her torso. Well, minus the breasts, maybe. She couldn't remember the exact words, but he had implied he could do whatever he wanted to her, and her boyfriend wouldn't have stopped him.

She knew now that Zach was right, and he probably wouldn't have done.

At some point, her hand had ended up on his thigh. Except, it wasn't his thigh. It was huge and girthy. A lot thicker than her wrist. She had imagined him picking her up and taking him to her room - splitting her in half while her boyfriend had waited and could do nothing but listen as a real man claimed her.

It had come up later. She had joked about it with Carl, and he'd gotten pissy. But, since he had started down this path to accept his recent changes, he had brought it up. It was a joke, of course. He'd joked that since Jess had fucked his best friend, then it would only be fair for his other friends to have a piece too.

Jess had gotten angry at that, saying that Carl was treating her like a piece of meat. She had enjoyed Sam, but she wasn't just a thing that Carl could lend out when he felt like it now! If he was so desperate to see her with someone else, then maybe she would go up to Zach's room while Abby was making those guttural cries and add her own to the chorus. How would he feel then?

He had apologised profusely and taken her out for an expensive dinner to try and make things right. When they had made love later that evening, she was still simmering from the treatment. She had pretended that she was going to tell Zach about this objectification, and to see how he felt about the matter.

Carl had erupted inside her like a fountain. He had near enough begged her to do it as he drifted off to contented sleep.

She loved him, but sometimes he could be a bit... pathetic.

***

Now

Jess's fingers danced lightly across her clitoris as she reminisced, and her recollections of the sounds that her best friend made from this very bed rose to the forefront of her mind. Her fingertips rubbed over her swollen clit, her body responding by making her wetter and wetter.

The tension built and she felt herself moan softly. She increased the pressure and began to feel a tingle in her lower belly. She needed to be filled up - fingers would provide her some release, but it wasn't enough.

She began to buck her hips, revelling in the thrill - entirely lost in the memories; she let herself get taken over by the feelings. Her fingers ground into her clit and she gasped, dangling over the precipice.

"Yo, what a fucking homecoming," a nasal voice cut through Jess's bliss, and she blinked in surprise: memories, and reality intertwining.

Her wits suddenly returned, and she bolted upright, gathering the messy bedclothes and trying to cover herself, even though she was mostly clothed. Her body burned - embarrassment, shame, and yet still, arousal. She had been so close. Again.

"Z-Zach," Jess stuttered.

The huge man was standing in front of his closed door, a large bag in each hand. He was the same age as Jess, or a couple of years older, at most. But she couldn't help thinking of him as a 'man' when she thought of a lot of people her own age as 'boys'. Carl was tall. Sam was taller, and very muscular. Zach was bigger than both of them; shorter than Sam, but his bulk and presence made him seem larger.

"Damn, girl, I gotta unwrap you again?" He gestured at the bedcovers. "You were looking fine before."

"S-sorry," Jess groaned, not making eye contact. "I... I don't know what came over me."

Zach sucked in through his teeth, letting the bags in his hands swing wildly as he gesticulated, "Too easy, sexy. Why don't I?"

"Zach! That's not..." Jess squealed, feeling her face heating.

Zach, ever confident in himself - even if his misses were an order of magnitude higher than his hits, showed no surprise. Well, maybe a faint hint that she was being as forward as she was, but that would work for him.

He stepped towards her, letting his bags drop to the floor.

"It's alright, babygirl, I know this is hard to resist," he smirked, closing the distance between them.

Jess felt herself heat even further, the mixed feelings of shame and arousal battling for the honour of turning her red. She reached for her shorts, which had slipped entirely to the floor in the panic of drawing the bedclothes around her.

"No! I..." Jess began, trying to dress and cover herself at the same time.

"If you're not my homecoming queen, then what are you doing in my room, in my bed, while I'm out?"

He had stopped, leaning on the back of his sofa to look over at where Jess covered herself on his bed. He had felt his cock stiffen when he first entered the room to a sight that he had been trying to glimpse for years. It had only increased as he walked closer to her. Now, as he stood above her, he could barely hold himself back - his cock strained painfully at the fabric of his clothing. Jess was so small below him, and he knew she wanted it, but he would wait for her to say it. He wanted to savour that feeling.

"Boyfriend away, and you thought you could get something to really satisfy you?" He prompted her, hand absently moving to his crotch.

Jess finally managed to pull her shorts on and was about to drop the covers to stand and rush out when she looked up. Zach towered over her; a wall of muscle and... ohmigod... Abby had not exaggerated...

"Pussy got your tongue?" Zach prompted her, noting the placement of her eyes.

"I- I-" Jess' stammered as she thought.

Her mind pored over various reasons she could have been in his room, sluggish, as it tried to force down the complicated feelings rushing through her. Her eyes kept drifting to that thing that was deforming his leg - his tracksuit bottoms ballooning out at the thigh as if he was carrying a plantain between his legs.

"I wanted to clean up in here for you," she blurted out, entirely out of character.

"Oh?" Zach chuckled. "You broke in to clean up my apartment?"

Jess nodded dumbly, "Carl said you were back this... this week."

Zach stared at her nipples, which poked dangerously through the fabric of her thin top, on huge breasts that jiggled as she nodded.

Jess felt his stare and regained a semblance of confidence, pushing her arms together as if to cover herself, but dramatically increasing her cleavage. If Zach's blood was redirected from brain, then maybe he wouldn't think too hard about her being here.

"So," he licked his lips, barely managing to tear his eyes away from her. "Your man happens to be away, after specifically telling you I was coming back. You come in here -no asking - and I find you presenting your sweet pussy right to me. And you were cleaning?"

"I-I... I don't know what came over me... Carl was- and I- You weren't supposed- I was..." Jess stammered, tongue twisted in knots, trying to get out several excuses at once.

"Mmmhmm," Zach nodded, predatory eyes drinking in her body. "The only cleaning you wanted was for me to clean your pipes and dust out the places deep in you that your boy can't go."

Jess flushed, shaking her head emphatically and tried to get out something more than the squeaked "no no no" that escaped her. Her blush was more than embarrassment. Even if Zach's 'flirting' was as blunt as a cudgel, it was somehow sending tingles through her.

After an agonising minute, Zach broke the silence, "It has nothing to do with something on there?"

Jess followed his finger, which pointed at open, blank-screened, laptop. The one she had been looking for as she entered the room. The one she had somehow missed when she sat on his bed. The one that almost directly faced her from the floor, less than a metre away from her left foot.

"Why would I be after that?" Jess replied, a bit too quickly.

Zach smirked, "I think you know why."

They looked at each other for several seconds in the loudest silence Jess had ever felt.

Zach appraised her as he waited for her to break. She was so fucking hot, and he'd been wanting to tap that - just like every other guy in the fucking city that had laid eyes on her - since he'd first seen her a couple of years ago. Even now, her hair uncharacteristically loose and damp, the barest hint of makeup on her, wearing something more homey than sexy. Even now, her ice blue eyes wide in obvious embarrassment, her skin having flushed to a shade closer to red than her usual gold. Even now, she was one of the hottest little pieces of ass he'd ever seen, and he was determined to finally get a slice of that cake.

Jess's own internal battle was a lot more complicated. She looked up at him, trying to exude an air of innocence; widening her eyes and slackening her jaw slightly - head inclined to the side as if in question. But how innocent could she look after he had just caught her fucking masturbating in his flat when he wasn't supposed to be here. She had come up with tens of excuses since the bollocks she had spouted before, and yet he had instantly zoned in on the laptop. Her thoughts still moved like they were being dragged through treacle - the shame, embarrassment, surprise, and the fucking arousal which pulsed in her still, kept tugging them to inappropriate places.

Her eyes couldn't help but dart to the monster deforming his trousers, before quickly flicking back to his face. He wasn't unattractive. In fact, if she had been single, she probably would have already slept with him. His dark brown eyes sat below a strong brow with thick, but tidy, dark eyebrows, his short dark hair cropped and faded into his stubble - which was new; he was usually cleanshaven.

Then again, if she had been single... she could have wiggled out of this with no problem.

Zach sighed, taking off his huge Puffa jacket and letting it drop onto the chair behind him. He wore an extremely tight long-sleeved black t-shirt beneath. Jess wondered how he could be wearing a coat and such a shirt underneath when it was the height of summer, her stare wandering to the curve of his muscles that looked moulded into the fabric of the t-shirt.

When Jess didn't answer, Zach sighed. He was looking forward to whatever flimsy excuse she would give.

"Look, girl," Zach said, rolling his shoulders. "We both know how you're always rolling in that much dollar; not just because dudes are buying you everything you want. We both know that I've got all your shit in there."

He gestured at the laptop, which still faced accusingly at Jess.

She swallowed.

***

Memories

Carl had been manic before he had made his decision with Sam. Jess remembered the days preceding it, where, for the first time in her life, she thought that someone was going to break up with her. A novel, and supremely uncomfortable, feeling.

She had tried to reassure him innumerable times. He knew about her past; her tastes, stories about her from Abby, her reaction with Sam. He should also have known that she always turned down the guys who flirted with her, and that although he wasn't always satisfying in bed, the rest of him more than made up for it.

Maybe she had been a bit too obvious about her dissatisfaction on a few recent occasions... Maybe Abby and Sam messing with everything wasn't helping like they thought it was. Maybe it was just the stress of exams, coursework, their jobs on the side...

Maybe it was just Carl's mind warped by too much porn.

Whatever it was, he had 'shared' her with Abby, and Sam, and was considering 'letting' Sam have her to himself for a video. His arguments to himself were that "it's what your fans want", and "it's obviously what you want". Never once did he consider "it's what I want".

But, although he was the most considerate boy she had ever been in a relationship with, he wasn't considerate of everything. He may have been moaning about Jess sleeping with Sam, but had he given any thought to the fact that he had slept with her own best friend? Well, sort of anyway.

To be fair, Jess was fine with it. She could be jealous, but what was there to be jealous of? Abby may have had her boyfriend's penis in her mouth; she may have had more guys than Jess; she may have had Sam both before and more times than she had; she may have had Zach's extremely exaggeratedly large dick; but they were all obsessed with Jess. She could admit that to herself.

Not just with Abby. She was fine with having Sam now and then because she could see, before he even could, that it's what Carl wanted, and she loved that boy. He was also right - comments on all her videos were vulgar demands that she do more than what Carl could offer her. Maybe she wanted it too; Sam looked like a fucking statue of an ancient Greek god, for fuck's sake. Well, minus the tiny penises they all had - he was packing.

She had never seen Carl more turned on than after he made the decision. She had never had him make love to her as much, as hard, and yet as lovingly, as after she was with another man. She knew his strange fetish.

His reaction after the 'surprise' where she had 'cheated' with Sam had actually made him cum all over himself in a handful of strokes on more than one occasion.

She knew his desires better than he did, and what did a little playing around matter if it made him oh so happy?

***

Now

"Fine," Jess breathed out heavily.

Her mind was racing again, but not down paths of logic or reason. She had embraced her arousal and made some snap decisions that, at that moment, felt like obvious choices.

"What will it take for you to stop this crusade?" Jess asked, deliberately leaving much implied.

Zach smiled: everything was going exactly as he knew it would. Women couldn't resist him.

"You know what it will take," he grinned, 'subtly' rubbing his cock through his sweatpants.

It was now or never, Jess knew. If this had been a serious situation then he had nothing on her, and she could honestly say she hadn't even seen his laptop when she entered the room. But... she was curious, and maybe Carl deserved a treat for all his hard work recently.

"I'll give you a blowjob," Jess spat out, before she could change her mind, and quickly continued. "It's not cheating! You'll record it on my phone."

He raised an eyebrow, but Jess didn't elaborate. Let him wonder what she meant by that. She knew his fascination with being a 'bull' and this would be too sweet for him to resist.

"Fuck, dome?" Zach tilted his head back, looking down his nose at her. "You couldn't handle me with your pretty little mouth. What do you get out of this?"

"If Abby can take it, I can more than take it," Jess replied coolly, before answering his question. "You need to stop being a dick online, and stop sharing paid material, and-"

"Alright," Zach cut her off, the word coming out sounding between 'alright' and 'aye' to Jess. "You give me some sloppy toppy and I'll stop sharing the goods."