Five Glasses and a Helping Hand

The Blue Hen Inn was a nice little bar on a secondary street, not quite an alley, but certainly packed between the larger streets. Jennifer enjoyed it because it was classy but not too snooty. If she was in the mood for a beer, no one said anything to her. But tonight she was in a refined mood, so she was sipping a glass of Merlot.

Her companion for the evening was Nikki, the newest co worker who was barely old enough to order alcohol. She was enjoying a grasshopper. Jennifer brought her here to help her celebrate her first week. Their conversation started with workplace rumors and innuendos. By the second glass, they were talking about their male co-workers and their potential prowess.

By the third glass, the two women were discussing their home life. Tricia was living with two girl friends from college. Jennifer talked about her situation-she still only had one house mate. They both admitted that they liked to be naked as often as possible. Nikki asked if Jeff had seen her nude.

By the fourth glass, she told her the full story.

"So he actually jerked off in front of you?" she asked. Her face held a mixture amazement and disbelief.

"Yes," Jennifer said, her face feeling a little flushed. "It was a fun night."

"Wow, what else did you do with him?"

"Well, there was the day he left the bathroom door open while he was showering. And I joined him."

She continued the story to Nikki's wide eyes and a fifth glass. Jennifer was enjoying her reactions.

"I wish I had a male roommate now," she said, while laughing.

"You could always try that with one of your current housemates."

"No way. We're all super straight."

"In that case, maybe I'll lend him to you one night."

"Can I see what he looks like?"

"Let me see..." Jennifer said, as she started to go through her pictures. Since the day in the shower, they had been sending pictures back and forth. Some were risque, some were nude. Some featured his erect cock. She hadn't gone that far; she wanted to hold that back. He hadn't seen between her legs yet, and she wanted that to be an event.

She selected one and cropped it-she didn't know how he would feel about being put on display for a woman he never met. What she was showing Nikki was fairly safe. If he had pubic hair, it might visible. But his cock was out of frame.

"Nice body," she said. "I wouldn't mind fooling around with him."

"He's a good guy. And he's a very good sport."

"What has he done to you?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"No. I'm sure he'd like to."

"Would you?"

"Maybe. But he's also a gentleman."

Nikki nodded.

"I'm sure he jerked off to one of my pictures."

"You sent him pictures?"

"Quid pro quo. Fairest way."

"Wow!"

"Come one, I'm sure you've sent a boy a picture or two."

"No, no I haven't. I'm just boring, I guess."

"Do you want to?"

"Maybe."

Jennifer took a sip from her glass. "Send me one. Tonight."

Nikki looked a little concerned. "Isn't that... inappropriate."

"Oh sweetie, you gotta learn the ways of the world. I can't require it, and you can't just send it out of the blue. But I can tell you it's welcome, and you can send it if you're comfortable."

Nikki nodded. She was silent, but Jennifer could see the wheels turning in her head. They paid the bill, called for an Uber, and used the restroom while they waited. They shared the car, but Jennifer got out first-her home was closest.

"I'll be checking my phone," Jennifer said as she got out. Nikki nodded and smiled. The car drove off, and she looked at the door.

"Damn I'm horny," she thought.

She entered to a complete silence. She called out to see if anyone was home, but there was no answer. Of course. She could really use another go with the boy, and of course he's not home. She texted him, in a style she liked to call "annoyed flirty", and then climbed the stairs to her room.

Once in the room, she continued her normal routine-which involved removing her clothes. Once down to her underwear, she looked at the door. Being naked by herself wasn't quite as fun. She checked her phone. No, the boy hadn't responded.

And nothing from Nikki yet. She briefly thought that she should have invited her in. But it might be too soon. She'll know soon enough if she crossed a line.

A light came on in the bedroom across the street. Jennifer looked over. She wondered if she'd see a little nudity. She wondered if they'd see her. Unfortunately the light went off before either could happen. She stood there for a few more seconds, than walked away from the window.

She left the room to go to the kitchen. There was a time where she'd bring a towel or robe with her, in case someone came home. But the only person likely to enter was Jeff, and she would have been okay with that.

She got a drink of water and stood in the kitchen. She was imagining him walking in while she was standing in the dining room, with only a Dasani water bottle to cover her. Hell, she would have been okay with someone cutting through the back yard and looking over. But no such luck.

There was no sound but her own feet on the hardwood floor and the creak of the steps as she left the kitchen and ascended. She was starting to feel lonely, and that only increased her horniness. If the boy didn't come home soon, she might have to take care of herself.

She was surprised to see a text notification on her phone. It was Nikki. There was a photo attached. She pulled it up and was pleasantly surprised; it was the girl in a short robe, one breast uncovered.

"It's a good start," texted Jennifer. "What else have you got?"

"What would you like?" came the reply.

"A little less cover."

The second picture came. The robe was off her shoulders. Both breasts were visible. They were small but perky. She had one hand over her pubic area, the other hand at the phone.

"Move that hand." She normally wasn't bi, but she was enjoying the dominant play. And there was something about corrupting an innocent.

The next picture came through. Her hand was behind her back. The robe was gone. She was clean shaven.

"How do you feel?" Jennifer asked.

"Good."

"Just good."

"Honestly?"

"Always."

"Like I need a dick. Right now."

"I know the feeling." Jennifer's free hand was already exploring herself. She was making little circles over her pussy.

"At least you have a boy on call."

"He's out. Don't know where he is."

She sent another picture. This time, it was from the rear.

"Nice ass."

"Thank you."

Jennifer had two fingers now, rubbing herself.

"Do you have toys?"

"Yes."

"You should get one out. Enjoy yourself."

"Are you going to?"

Her clit was between two fingers. It was getting harder to text.

"Maybe."

She let the phone go to the side. If there were any more texts, they could probably wait until she was done. She was making circles on her pussy, slowly rubbing it. She placed two fingers in the center, not quite in, and stroked up and down. allowed a finger to slide. The other hand played with her nipple. Her fingers then moved to the top, near the clit and vibrated left to right. Her breathing increased.

She was so wrapped up in herself that she was shocked to look over and see a figure leaning at the door frame. She realized that she was forgot to shut the door. Her mind had been engrossed in her texting. Her room was open to anyone coming up the stairs. Maybe a Freudian slip. She certainly wasn't upset.

"How long have you been standing there?" Jennifer asked, She slowed down so they should actually talk, but she was still breathing heavy.

"Only a minute or two," said Jeff. (Jennifer thanked God that she didn't leave the front door unlocked.) "I didn't want to interrupt."

Jennifer opened her legs, exposing herself even more to his gaze. She smiled as she did so. This event was just as good as any.

"Good boy."

"Would you like some help?"

"That would be appreciated."

Jeff started to take off his shirt, when she had a quick thought.

"No, no," she said. Jeff stopped and left it on. "I don't want you naked."

"No?"

"I want you to stay clothed." Her fingers started to rub herself quicker. "You can't have all the fun. I want to be the only one naked tonight."

Jeff smiled and watched. Jennifer was enjoying his gaze. It had been a while since she was watched. Her back arched a bit, allowing him to see better. Both hands were at her pussy, one rubbing her clit, the other fucking her. There was one thing she needed to put herself over the edge. She wasn't able to say, but she looked at him in the eye and nodded.

Jeff nodded back and walked over. His hands pushed hers aside and continued the work she started. When she felt his fingers enter her, she wanted to say "You're finally inside me." But she decided to hold off on that until later.

Her hands went to the pillow behind her head. Her moans grew louder as he worked her pussy. His hands were a little rough, but that just made the sensation more enjoyable for her.

She then felt something change and looked down. She could only see the top of his head. She could feel him take her clit in his mouth, sucking it. His fingers stroked just below. Her hand went to the back of his head. Her back arched even more. One hand left her pussy for her ass, grasping one cheek firmly.

Finally she came. Her hand pulled his hair hard and pushed him down. Her legs twisted around his head. Both of his hands went to her cheeks, one dangerously close to her sphincter, although never crossing the line.

She was glad that they had no housemates; she knew she was loud. She also knew the bedroom door was still open. But at that moment she might not have cared. She rode the sensations out until they subsided. She then released Jeff, who knelt back and wiped his face. She smiled.

"This is the second time you walked in on me naked."

Jeff laughed. "Should I apologize?"

"Not this time. This one was my fault."

She sat up.

"How are you?"

"Good."

"I mean down there."

"I'm fine."

"You sure."

"Yep."

"I think I'm just sobering up."

"Good."

She got out of bed, and stood in front of him. She reached her hand down to him. He took it at stood up. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment, then She pressed her body against his. She caught a quick look in the full length mirror. They made an attractive pair.

"I kinda like this: you clothed, me naked."

"I like it too."

She reached down, and grabbed him at the crotch.

"Mmm, you are good, aren't you?"

"Yes I am."

"I think I may owe you something." She slid down to her knees in front of him."

"You don't owe me anything," Jeff said, almost in a whisper.

Jennifer began to unbutton his pants.

"I know. But I want to." She looked up at him. "That is, if you're okay with it."

Jeff nodded. "I am."

She pulled down his boxers, and his cock burst out. It was incredibly hard and erect. She took his cock in his hands, and gave it a few quick tugs. Her mouth went to his cock.

TO BE CONTINUED