[skystone]

Yeah I guess… surprisingly. But in the first place I didn’t think I’ll actually let him suck me.”
“I guess things just got sexual.”
“I won’t say it’s sexual. I thought it felt kinda maternal, if that was the right word. I admit I got a little wet, but I think it’s just my physical reaction.”
“If you weren’t having your period, you wouldn’t mind getting your thongs off for him.”
“Yeah. He’ll be eager to look at some places.”

“What if he wants to touch?”
“You mean my vagina? Um, I don’t think so. Because it’s too sensitive and he doesn’t know how to handle it yet.”
“You’ll let him if he knows?”
“Maybe. I think you consider that sexual, right?”
“Yup. So actually you are okay with getting sexual with your nephew.”
“I don’t know. Sexual or not, it doesn’t really bother me. It’s the feel. I like it when he touches me because I like his innocence. Occasionally he may squeeze my breasts too hard, or make me feel ticklish as he brushes against my armpits, but I am okay with that.”

“What happened subsequently? He came to look for you every night?”

“Kind of. Well, if I am energetic, good for him. But if I’m tired, he’ll have to leave me alone. And I am glad that everything goes on as usual. I go to work, come home, get my things done, and relax in my room. He comes in only after that.”

A lot of things seemed to be happening at Jess’ house during that period, so I thought it would be a good idea to ask more questions. After all, I did not want to miss out on any juicy bits. That night we chatted for hours, yet there was still so much to talk about. I guessed it was because I had not called her for the past few weeks, except for the night before, when she told about catching Yong red-handed. However, it was getting late, and Jess was getting tired. It was then, a thought came to my mind.

“Shall we meet tomorrow?” I asked Jess.
“Tomorrow? You mean later. Saturday right? Um, should be alright. But…why are you asking me only now? I mean, we’ve chatted each other up for…”
“About nine months.”
“Yeah! And I never heard you bringing it up.”

All the while, I had never really asked Jess out. When I first spoke to her over the phone a year ago, she had a busy schedule. I thought it was not a good time to meet her. As time passed by, I was contented with the fact that I had found a good friend whom I could talk freely to. (By the way, I had few friends too.) Also, there existed a possibility that once we met, somehow, we might not express ourselves as freely as before anymore.

But that night I changed my mind. Jess was, by no means, finished with telling her multi-episode story. If we met up, we could probably talk about it the whole day in a cafe. Besides, I wanted to know how lucky her nephew was.

“Well, I just did,” I said.
“What time? Where?”

We agreed on the place and time to meet. The next question was how we were going to identify each other. I was quick to decide what I would be wearing, but Jess was not.

“Any preference?” Jess asked me instead.
“Erm…how about halter and mini-skirt?”
“Okay. Then I’ll see you later!”

I had a feeling that it would be something good, and little did I expect it to be so good…

The fragrance of cappuccino soon blended with that of Irish coffee, as two cups were shifted closer to each other on a small wooden surface. Below, a shiny metal stand stood between a pair of high-heel sandals and a pair of leather shoes. The warm lighting, coupled with cool surroundings, did create a conducive environment.

“You look good,” I remarked.
“Thanks. You aren’t bad either,” Jess responded.

Jess might have been casual but I meant what I said. I thought Jess looked great. Her face was pleasant, with soft, rounded features, and her hair was of a healthy shine. Most soothing to my eyes were her supple cheeks and luscious lips. In particular, I liked her lips, as they looked so moist and tender. Of course, her beauty was not limited to just her face. The more tantalizing part of her beauty lay in her figure.

I knew I said the right thing when I asked Jess to come in a halter-neck. The one she wore that day was of a nice brown, and had a plunging neckline. It was hard not to look at her respectable cleavage, I must admit. Such was the reflection of her firmness. I wondered if what she told me about her bra size was true, as I really felt it was an understatement.

Jess looked away briefly as she gave her jet-black hair a toss. While she lifted her elbows, my eyes shifted their focus beyond the curve of her right breast, to the creases on her otherwise concealed area. Her stubble had been neatly trimmed, and it complimented the confident exposure.

Jess noticed where I was looking and smiled. I did not sense any awkwardness in her as I most probably would in other ladies. I guess with me there was little need for modesty. After all, we thought alike in many ways, and shared similar opinions. Yet I flushed a little.

“Yeah?”
“You certainly look bigger than that. You sure you wear a 34-B, and not a “C” or something?” I inquired.“What do you think? I’ll keep this a secret for the time being.”
“Your nephew is a lucky bastard…Oh ya, you have yet to carry on.”

Jess took a sip of her cappuccino as I urged her to continue with her story.

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