Jessica waits for you midway to Ally’s shack, looking all over. Her face brightens as she sees you. “Ready?”
“What were you so nervous about?”
“I got the impression Katie’s following me. Or... someone, but the only one i suspect is Katie.”
“Is that why you waited for me here?”
“Pretty much,” she nods. “They didn’t hold you that long at your club.”
“I was updating Ben on my stuff and giving Ally’s poem to Ashley – uh, editor Ashley.”
“Right...” Jessica brushes her hair as she follows you. “Hey, has Claire asked about her? I’m kinda curious what happened afterwards.”
“I dunno, and I don’t care.”
“Why?”
“Claire was doing something wrong.”
“And we aren’t?” your girlfriend points out. “Or is it because Ally and Ash are into it as well?”
“Pretty much. It’s incredible that they’re so chill with this.”
“Probably because they’d do the same in our position.” You feel Jessica holding your arm tight. “But you’re right. They went from knowing us, to have sex as us, to add us to their... uh, relationship. Say, you feel comfortable with all this?”
“What? That poly-unit Ally and Ash suggested?”
“Yeah! Because... well, Ash’s so nice and he’s a hunk, but he isn’t you. I wanted to know if you feel the same about her.”
You’re unsure whether to feel proud or ashamed. For one, she acknowledges she feels something for Ashton – at least, physical attraction justified by being such a cool guy. You feel something similar to Allison, but perhaps in a different way – she's got a good body, but not one that beats Jessica’s. However, if you were to ask what you like about Ally, it’s her personality. It’s magnetic.
“...it’s almost like she gets us,” you finish telling Jessica. She sighs, holding you closer.
“That’s what I’m worried about. Ally’s not bad, but I’m not sure if I could withstand feeling jealous about her.”
“I think she’d tell you to stuff it. I mean – she insisted we had this moment before doing anything with them. It’s like she knows.”
“Yeah...” Her tight grip loosens, feeling more like a bond and less like a shackle. “It’s weird. We’re making this step because we’re being pushed, but... I dunno. I’m not resisting.”
“Maybe because we already did the first step,” you remind her. “We just found this as an excuse to actually do it.”
She stops you, wrapping your arms around your waist. “You’re right. But I still feel like we’re being pushed.”
You grab her loins tight, grinning. “Well... How about this? We forget we’re doing this because Ally asked us. We admit that we want this, that we already did it, and that we’re gonna enjoy it regardless of what happens.”
She smiles. “Yeah. Let’s.”
--
You’re fiddling with the keys, trying to open the side gate to Ally’s shack, when you hear a firm but gentle voice address you. “Are you friends of Allison?”
“You could say that,” Jessica responds. “She asked us to keep an eye on her place, since she’ll--”
“Well, the neighborhood’s pretty quiet. Can’t see why she’d ask you two to do so.”
“We know,” you tell the woman as you finally see her. You can’t deny age has been good with her – she has the appearance of a gentle grandmother, with her bright gray hair in pigtails running almost to her waist, but what little wrinkles she has only make her wizened rather than wretched. She’s not scared to flaunt her body, though, with tight jeans and a shirt tied, not buttoned, to her ample chest.
“We live here,” Jessica adds. “A couple blocks away.”
“Oh, no wonder I haven’t seen you!” She draws close, her glistening green eyes sunken into their sockets reminding you of seeds in barren earth, ready to grow. Her look, however, has a knowing glint – a malicious one, you’d claim. “Tell me – you want to have an ‘end of summer of Love’, don’t you?”
“Uh...” You look at each other, hearing the woman’s cackle.
“Oh, please! You’re young and horny – no need to hide it from me!” She opens the gate with her own key and pushes you in with her arms. “I’m not judging you. I was quite promiscuous in my youth until I met Jeb.”
“You did?” Jessica asks in shock.
“Yes! The only thing I didn’t do was rock ‘n roll – I was on the groove, if you know what I mean.” You stop and look at her, and she grins impishly. “You kids ever heard about Woodstock?”
“I heard a little about it,” your girlfriend said. “Some sort of music festival?”
The woman cackles. “You could say so. You’re probably referring to the more recent one, though – a pale shadow of the original.”
“The original?” she asks, and the woman parrots it back mockingly.
“Yes! The original – 1969, the Summer of Love. I was sixteen back then.”
Sixteen!? “But that would make you--?”
“Look too young for my age?” She grins. “Yes, you could say that. My parents were all into hippie culture. I grew up immersed on it – the groove, the vibes... It’s a part of me. I must be like a relic to you kids!”
“It’s alright,” Jessica claims, diplomatically. “To each their own.”
“I like that way of seeing things.” She draws you closer to Ally’s shack. “That’s why I like your friend – she's one of us, born in the wrong age. A rebellious nature, but also a loving one. You heard what happened with her family, right?”
You nod, and her mirthful expression fades. “It’s a shame that a man with the blood of poets became such a dictator to a free spirit like hers. Had he been a slight more understanding, none of this would’ve happened.”
“I agree,” your girlfriend says. “My parents divorced, but they still have a decent relationship. My sister and I--”
“That’s exactly what I talk about, kids. If you can’t be with each other, at least be kind. Is it that hard to ask?” She pats your back, her brimming personality blooming once more. “Oh, but why am I taking valuable time from you two? You must be famishing for each other.”
Your lack of response is the answer she needs. “I won’t judge you. I know what it is. All I ask you is that you’re responsible enough – unless you want to weather the responsibility of bearing a child together.”
“Ally set me on the pill before today.”
“Such a good girl! Anyways – if you want, you can come in and visit this old woman once in a while. We can chat over tea if you’d like.”
“Uh...” Jessica giggles, stunned by the request. “Sure!”
“Well, I gave you my invitation. Oh, but I haven’t given you my name! It’s Lucilla Westermore, but that’s only for the Feds. Everyone else calls me Lucy – or, if they’re in the mood, ‘Juicy Lucy’. Though, to be honest, only my Jeb calls me that nowadays.”
“Juicy Lucy?” you ask – and immediately regret it.
“Well, the reference isn’t as relevant anymore, what with menopause and everything.” You feel a hot flush on your cheeks, and as you see Jessica, you see her spooked look. “Oh, I guess you did get the reference!” she says between cackles. “Say, sweetheart, what’s your name?”
“Uh... Jessica. Jessica Hunt.”
“Ooh, lovely name!” She touches her forehead, giving a sassy look. “Here’s so that your boy here--”
“It’s David.”
“Oh, like the pastor-king! Shame power ran all the way to his head. Piece of advice, kid – don't let power get over your head. Anyways – here's hoping your boy gets to call you ‘Juicy Jessie’ eventually. Have fun!”
As she leaves, her hips swaying from one side to the other, you feel Jessica’s hand gripping your arm. “What the heck was that? And were you looking at her ass!?”
“Babe! I didn’t mean to!”
“Sure, you didn’t.” She drags you into Ally’s shack, huffing. “You think just because she’s basically the grandmother Ally never had, she’s fair play?” You feel very flustered, but a kiss from her lips revitalizes you. “That only means I’ll have to do extra work to change your mind.”
As you undress, you make a comment you hope won’t infuriate her any further. “I think you’re just the right amount of juicy.”
“Huh?” She turns towards you, her hands still on her blouse. “Come again?”
“Well, you’re not leaking down there. That’d make it harder. But it’s easy to rub my fingers on you. So...”
“Oh...” She nibbles on your lip, fired up. “So I’m exactly what you’re looking for.”
“Pretty much.”
“We’ll see if that’s right when I put on Ally.” She bends and flashes her panties at you, making your thing rumble. It’s a gentle reminder that this will be the day you lose your virginity – again, as you already did as Ashton.
You didn’t expect Jessica to be so bold, as when you’re about to rip the condom pack, she swats it from your hand. You see her grin, clenching your hand tight. “Don’t.”
“Uh, you heard what Lucy said. And Ally.”
“I’ll leave it to Fate.” She holds you, intoxicated with lust for you. “But I want to feel your meat without anything wrapping it. This is it, Babe.”
You grab her and leap into Ally’s bed – as promised, with new and crisp bedsheets – and push her inward as you devour her with kisses. “Yeah. This is it.”
“Well?” She spreads her legs – and her labia – wide. “What are you waiting for? Let’s do it, Babe. And for real this time.”
Your mast is ready to burst. You plunge her in, and Jessica’s eyes roll out of orbit. You feel her innards squeeze, moist and throbbing.
She may not be “juicy”, as the woman outside claims, but you weren’t wrong. Jessica is the right one for you.
Now, all that remains is for you to be the right one for her. She has already felt Ashton, though in a different flesh. She has felt your tongue and your fingers before, and she knows every bit of your meat hammer, but never at the same time. It’s time to pound.
And she makes the point clear. “I want you loading me up, Babe. I want to remember this time forever.”
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