“Martha was right, she said you were going to be rich soon.” Jessie said laughing.
“Money can’t buy a day like this.” I said and winced. “Shall we walk back?”
I couldn’t believe we’d been talking for more than four hours. We took a slow walk back to my bedsit.
“I’ll give you a lift home.” I said feeling suddenly shy.
I’d expected her to wait downstairs, but she followed me into my room. She touched my arm, turning me around, looking deep into my eyes.
“You feel it don’t you?” She said, pulling me close.
“Like something big is happening.” I said. I felt her sigh, then her body became tense.
“I need to confess some things.” She said. “Before we go any further, so you know everything, so nothing from the past can ever hurt us.”
I sat on the bed, my back against the wall.
“Well, first of all, I’m twenty-two.” I shrugged my shoulders though I’d thought her to be eighteen. “When I left you, I went on holiday with my parents. We stayed at your father’s villa, with your mum and dad.”
“I didn’t expect that.” I coughed.
“I will be honest and say I thought your dad was funny and good company but most of the time he talked about Lexy.”
“I don’t have a problem with Lexy or anybody else who thinks my father is great, I truly don’t but I will not be his clone.”
“I hadn’t lost an earring; it was an excuse to seduce you. Lexy told me you knew I fancied you, but it seemed to me that you had forgotten what she’d suggested could happen.”
“That’s true, I had.” I replied with a grin.
“I knew she was watching.”
“What?” I said loudly, I was truly shocked. “What else do you know?”
Jessie took a deep breath.
“Well.” She said, pausing to collect her thoughts. “I know you fucked your sister and why you fucked your aunt.”
“My god is she stupid, this could get me killed! Who else has she told?” I looked angry
“Nobody, we tell each other everything. Always have.”
“Jessie, I don’t know what to say.”
“I don’t care what you have done, if you want to carry on, I won’t stop you. Please believe me Tommy, I truly do not care.”
“Shit, shit, shit.” I gasped.
She took hold of my hands and looked down.
“I’ve only ever had one other relationship, that was with a girl, we messed around just to see what it was like, and it was nice.”
“There’s nothing wrong in that. A lot of people do.”
“It was with Lexy.”
“Fuck me girl, you certainly know how to confess. Is there anymore?”
“I don’t think so.” She said softly. Looking at her knees.
I curled my arms around her. Pulled her onto the bed, kissed her lips, nuzzled her neck. She returned the kiss with urgency, a passion I’d never experienced before. My hands went under her sweater, to feel her breasts over her bra. She pulled at my pants, getting them open, pulling down the zip, freeing my cock. She tugged at her skirt. Pulling it up, arching to my hardened cock.
Her need was great; my cock pressed against the sheer fabric of her panties. We were eager to feel our bodies connect, I ripped them from her, in one big tug. My cock pressed against her entrance for a mere second before plunging inside. She bucked as we fucked. Moaning, crying out, not caring if she could be heard.