Okay, enough wasting time. I had until midnight to fulfill two wishes belonging to others. Should be easy. First a quick shower to clean up, get on something, uhh normal, and find a friend of Jessica's that, I don't know, wants a free sandwich.
**Be-Dup**. From Dylan. Oh god. I gingerly open the text message. "If you're not going to come, at least send me something sexy of you getting out of your running clothes ;)".
*Oh what the fuck dude* I screamed internally. God Damn it. You know what, left *on read*. I close the message. The only winning move is not to pla-**YANK**
I'm now holding the phone again. I see the ring etch out "Three Desires" as my fingers race across the keyboard on their own accord, spelling out "Sure thing baby ;)". My finger moves on autopilot only to rest above the send button, waiting for me to actually confirm. So me not answering counts as failing... and brings me back enabling me to either say no again, and get another Desire marked up, or say yes. Fuck it, fine. I hit send and set up my phone to record me in my-Jessica's- bedroom.
I hit record, and bring my hands to my tits. Fuck these things are huge, I think, as I quickly shake them. I pull off the sports bra, feeling them jiggle up and down. The idea of Dylan getting hard watching this pierces my head. I feel a flutter in my chest and a strange sensation in my crotch as heat rises to my cheeks. I turn around and slowly pull off my booty shorts, marveling how big my ass was. I then slip off my thong, and feel utterly nude in front of the camera, and by extension, Dylan. Another flutter of emotion hits my gut, but I distract myself by bouncing on the balls of my feet, causing my tits to shake up and down. A smile crosses my lips, imagining Dylan raptured by my performance. Fuck, that was actually fun.
I send the video to Dylan, seeing my ring update with 'Two Desires'. Good, that should keep him busy enough.
I jump into the shower, feeling the alien sensation of water dripping down my tits. My soapy fingers slowly caress this body, washing away the sweat of my evening run. I've been with women before... but never a girl as hot as Jessica. A bombshell with a thick ass and great tits, and always dressed to make sure you knew it. It did make me envious of Dylan, but I guess be careful of what you wish for. I lifted one of her tits and let it fall down, feeling the weight. I slowly pinched a nipple, seeing and feeling it harden under the warm water. I keep rubbing it as tingling sensations travel up and down my spine. My right hand travels down towards my crotch, towards my... pussy. *Did it just twitch?* I think, as a small spasm creates that strange sensation again.
My fingers gingerly start rubbing the folds of skin. It starts as just a feeling of sensitivity and rawness, but it quickly gets replaced with desire and a hum of ecstasy. "oh my god" I hear Jessica's breathy voice whisper involuntarily. I rub faster and faster, letting the pleasure guide me. *more more more*. "Ohmmmmm" My mouth gapes open as my fingers plunge deep into my pussy, filling a need. *Dylan's cock would do better, but this will have to do*, I realize, as I bring two fingers in and out of my pussy, digging deeper and deeper with each thrust. Suddenly, my legs clench up, and my left hand grabs the shower wall for stability as my eyes flutter up.
"Fuuuuckkkk, yes" a woman's voice quietly reverberates through the shower. I feel my back buckle as a shot of pleasure rolls through me. Muscles relax and contract as the orgasm rips up and down my body.
*Holy shit, that's what it feels like?* I mentally gasp, as the feelings settle down, replaced with a mild buzz of bliss and relaxation. I feel the strange sensation of pulling my fingers out from inside myself. They're wet, but not from the shower. *Damn, that was almost worth the cost of admission*, I think to myself, as I do one final soap pass, careful to avoid my nipples.
I dry up post shower, letting my Jessica's instincts do the needful for whatever woman do with their hair and skin. I throw on a pair of jeans and a white tanktop, and by the time I'm ready to figure out another game plan it's around 8 PM. Jesus time flies. I had what, 4 hours till midnight to figure out how to resolve these final two Desires.
I start scrolling through Jessica's other messages. Getting class schedules, making dinner dates from a week prior, catching up with family... Nothing really jumps out as a lead. Weirdly, after checking her schedule I noticed that Jessica actually didn't have a test tomorrow. Which is good because I didn't want to be responsible for her fucking up college.
**Be-Dup**. Another text from Dylan. Oh boy. I gingerly open it up.
"Hey you finished studying yet? After that tease I'm interested if you ever got around to putting clothes back on ;)"
I replied, "Still studying, just wearing a shirt and jeans, lol". Maybe that will cool him down.
"Aww that's boring. It's a lot more fun seeing you dressed up and acting a little slutty than studying ;) ;)". *What is this dude's problem? Seriously!? Gahhhhh!* I groan. Well look on the bright side, just get changed into something hot, send a pic, and boom, another one down.
I go to Jessica's closet on a mission. Okay... Something simple but meets the mail. I find a black skirt, not clingy but a bit short. Perfect. Then... Here we go. A black top with what seemed like a built in bra. I yank off the jeans, struggling as it initially hangs on my ass, and then easily pull the skirt up over my black thong. I then throw my head and arms into the top. I can feel it stretch and snap to my skin as I yank it over my tits. I finally get it into position, being sure to scoop my tits up a bit to give proper cleavage and look into my mirror. *Wait... needs a bit more.* I put on a necklace, some hoop earrings I love, and finally... there! My black choker. I looked back into the mirror, posing.
God I looked good. I obviously take a cute selfie, kissing to the camera, and send Dylan an update. "What about now baby? Thinking of you ;)". My ring glows a little but I don't really pay it any mind.
I got an immediate response back. "Looking gooood babe. But now you're going to need to come up to my place to finish studying and have some fun, maybe on your knees?"
A flutter of emotion erupts in my belly. I lick my thick lips... that does sound like fun. I slip on my heels and grab my purse.
"omw."
The drive itself isn't that long, all the while I have one hand on the wheel and another gently rubbing my tit through my top. It tents a little, trying to break free of its constraints. I'm biting my lip as I pull into his complex, thinking about what comes next.
I walk up, heels clacking, and knock on my apartment door. Wait, *his apartment door*. Wait, *my apartment door*. *Fuck what is happening to me?* I glance around. Why did I think this was a good idea! What am I doing dressed up like a slut. Why am I-
"Hey babe." *oh Fuck*. Dylan had opened the door and was staring at me, looking at me up and down like a piece of meat. Fuck he was so tall.
"Maybe... I should-" I start to say, or more like whisper.
I felt his hands grab both of my arms, pulling me in close. I look up, startled, but I'm met with a passionate kiss on my lips as he closes the distance. Some instinct kicks in, and I'm kissing back. His hand travels to my ass and clenches my cheek, pulling me in. I feel a string of heat start to build inside of me as we continue to kiss and embrace. I breathe through my nose, getting a whiff of his musk. The same shimmers in my gut make me feel off balance. *Fuck fuck fuck*.
He pulls away, looking at me with a sense of hunger. "Lets go inside". I had forgotten we were out on the apartment front steps. A sense of embarrassment flows through me and turns my cheek's red. *Fuck did I just make out with a dude? My roommate? What the hell is this?*
**SLAM**. I snap out of my thoughts and I realize that I had followed Dylan back into his-OUR apartment. I am holding his hand. They are so coarse and large compared to mine. I let go and slip out of my heels then follow Dylan to the living room.
*Okay, just give him one Desire, and the ring's off and this should be done*. I give myself a pep talk.
"Do you need anything? I can make you a snack or a drink?" I ask, in a sing-song voice.
"Well, I think you know what I need, I need you on your knees, having a bit of fun." He says with a cruel smile.
*God damn it.* He unzips his jeans and reveals his erect dick, now standing alert between us.
"Go on. Be a good girl. You're the reason I'm so turned on and you're going to help." *Christ what an asshole.*
I quickly weigh my options... *Say no and possibly anger Dylan while I still have 2 more desires. Or... do the deed and be done with it. Fuck.*
I get down on my knees and gingerly lick his head. I open wide and steel myself, before sucking on the tip of his cock. What a weird feeling. I feel his dick twitch in excitement, and a sense of need permeates through my body. I start working down his shaft, up and down, slowly.
"Fuck yes" I hear him breath. A shiver runs down my spine as he grabs my hair into a ponytail. His dick twitches again. *Fuck*
I bring my hand to his shaft, rubbing his cock and spreading my saliva all over. I feel a sharp yet small taste of salt as a bit of precum makes his way out of his cock and into my mouth. A small moan escapes from Dylan's mouth, and it makes me go harder. It feels good to bring someone to this carnal level. I feel like a good little girlfriend.
"Oh fuck-yes" he exclaims, and I feel his cock twitch hard. I snap. I want him all. I shove my mouth down his cock, feeling his dick go to my throat. My thoughts are empty as his cock is the only thing on my mind, and in my mind. I feel him push and pull my ad hoc pony tail, causing me to face fuck him harder. *Yes. Yes. Yes.*
I feel his cock twitch again, and again, as his grab on my hair goes limp. I feel it, his cum hitting the back of my tongue, causing all sorts of strange tastes. A little bit escapes past and dribbles down my lip. As I slide his dick out of my mouth, I swallow his load, learning that the smell isn't better than the taste. I look up at Dylan, seeing a smug and relaxed face of an asshole.
I back away, and look at my ring. 'Zero Desires' flashes, and as if yanked by an invisible string, it slides off my finger and into my other hand.
**YANK**
I look up and I see that I'm in my bedroom. *Woah*. I look down. No tits, normal boy parts. Ring safely in my palm. Yes!
"We're on break! Asshole!" I hear my-no-Jessica's voice echo through the hall and a door slam. I gingerly leave my room and enter the living room. I see Dylan fumbling with his belt.
"Oh! You're here? I really thought you left. huh." He says with surprise, finally getting his belt together. I glance at the door, questioningly. "Oh Jessica? Just one of her moods, women be crazy you know"
A thought entered my head. An evil thought, well maybe not so evil.
"Hey Dylan" I said, getting his attention. "I found this cool ring. I was thinking you deserve it."
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