"Foreplay is not even sex, people," Janine shot, still grumbling. "I had foreplay in such insane places that you would be astonished, and that's why I didn't take it to my heart. It's just a more indecent kiss.”"Bing is also sex," said Jackie, blushing."Oh, but what about that time your parachuting instructor sucked you in the middle of a session? "Julie asked her twin. Both laughed, as Janine emitted a cry of excitement, confirming the crazy story. "And that time that the diver instead of measuring the depth of the sea, measured the depth of his puss...”"People, who would go down," said our mother, laughing at the glass of wine. "I'm loving it. Keep going.”" Amateurs, I've already had sex on a goiabeira foot," said Joana.My sisters laughed hard, and the wine should already be having an effect on all of us, because even I was imagining the scene perfectly, even with few details. Fortunately, the subject about Hazz's wonderful preliminary was being easily forgotten, so they didn't
In fact, nothing had changed at the Station, despite Jessy's purchase.I went to work like any other day " but without being late this time", and all the dislike of my colleagues remained unchanged. No one had been promoted. No resignation made in the early hours of dawn. And as far as I saw in every corridor that passed holding countless rolls of tape, or heavy camera supports, everyone seemed very happy and normal. I had no one to comment on Jessy's revelation. Not even Ruth. Because despite considering her as a second mother, she was too busy to keep paying attention to me.The day went on normally, with me running everywhere behind Ricardo, carrying the boxes and cameras he was too lazy to hold. And despite being my only real co-worker, he wasn't talking to me that morning. I knew someone should have told him that I told Ruth about the lie of his car accident. Not that Ricardo was the kind of person who kept a grudge for a long time. The guy was a surfer in his spare time. Surfers
"J-Jessy Jones" sighed Ricardo, in tone of anything but a greeting. Jessy watched him from head to toe, and opened a viperine smile. The man gasped. "Jessy, I'm your fan. You are amazing!”"Are you supposed to be my photographer a few weeks ago? "She asked. Ricardo had lost his ability to speak, he just nodded firmly. She smiled once again, bright white teeth emerging between her sensual lips and painted with dark lipstick. "Thank you so much for missing work. If it weren't for you, I would never meet Hazz.”Ricardo was stunned. In part, because everyone believed in the story of the serious accident, until they didn't see him wearing a typia or any bandage. And in another because he was astonished that some woman in the world would call me by name and with such intimacy that even the hair on the back of my neck shivered.Jessy ignored him and turned to me. For a moment, I debated whether she expected a formal greeting, a handshake or a nod. Then, as she stared at me from head to toe,
"Let's travel," I told Hazz, interrupting the kiss and sliding his hands through his dress shirt. At least he wore something less flashy that day. Having sex with me really had a very good effect. He just watched as I opened the button of his pants and slid the zipper, pushing the to sit on the lowered lid vase. He was already semi-erect. Great.. "I have a catalog to make in Alaska, and some important contacts to present to you. That's where we will make our transformation, and when you return to Brazil, you will be unrecognizable.”Hazz was still quiet, although he smiled lightly. He watched as I finished opening his shirt and lowered his underwear. It was so easy to leave him without clothes that I was starting to be impressed by the art of manipulation. But, as if realizing that I was feeling victorious, he managed to hold my hands together when I pulled my panties down and sat on his lap.“Wait... Why are we going to have sex now? "He asked, although only malice existed on his fac
My body had already surrendered, even before a real act. Even before something beyond that preliminary one. And he knew that. The bastard knew I was more than involved and screwed in all that shit. The fact that we don't even have a concrete relationship, that my body feels so well and comfortable, that it can easily involve me in something silly and simple like a kiss, should mean something. It had to be something beyond what I thought.Hazz's hands went down my arms, stopping on my hips, and he walked away first to interrupt the kiss. My head was already spinning. The whole world had already lost all meaning, but he watched me, calmly and carefully."I agree with any kind of sex you want to have," he said quietly, raising his hands through my dress, lifting it until my thighs were fully exposed. "Eeven if I run the risk of being fired because of the noise."I promise not to make noise," I assured with a little smile. "As long as you don't do it either.”"Is it a competition? "He jok
I knew he hadn't put enough, he should be thinking the same as me about bodies of different sizes and a long time between previous relationships. I had the advantage of always going out with well-endowed men, but nothing prepared me for the feeling of slowly descending on his body, feeling it deeper inside me. Hazz's hands moved to my ass, where he squeezed hard, pushing me even higher on him. I sinnyed, containing the moan in the last second, but the pain was replaced by pleasure at the same moment, and a smile rose to my face."Quity," he asked. "I still need this job.”"Quite you," I replied, rubbing my intimacy, the way I had studied for many years with my sexologist. Hazz moaned, without containing himself, and the sound echoed. I laughed. “ I won.”"Never" he murmured, pushing his hips against mine. I had to bite my lip so hard that it hurt. Our skins produced sounds of blows, meat beating on meat, and the sound echoed. Anyone who listened from the outside would think that someo
Jessy wasn't kidding when she said she didn't need any luggage. Not least because, as soon as I got home, my doorbell rang, and her security guards came in without asking for permission. They informed me that I should follow them, and I just had time to pick up my documents, take a shower, and warn Emília about the trip. She was listening to music when I entered the room, so it took a while to understand what I was saying, but when I explained it better, she just nodded and remained quiet. I left the apartment, without even giving her a hug, but I knocked on Henrique's door and hugged him, saying that I would be on a very long trip and that I didn't even know where it would be. The twelve-year-old hugged me, wished me good luck, and seemed ecstatic at the idea that I would be engaging in something more serious with Jessy Jones.The only person who seemed totally unhappy about that was Emilia. And while I was in the car and surrounded by Jessy's security guards, I called Edgar, telling
"I don't want to check anything with my eyes, Jessy. I feel like I'm going to faint at any moment," I murmured with a dry mouth."You never told me in detail about your family," said Jessy, in a very calm and reassuring tone. I tried to stop looking so fixed from the backrest on my bench to watch her, but the fear spoke louder, and I remained with my eyes closed. Jessy giggled low, before running her long fingernails over my arm and touching gently. "I think talking would be the best way to avoid nausea.”"My stomach disagrees," I replied, letting out a sigh. Jessy laughed again, but didn't walk away. I held your hand in mine, feeling your hot and small fingers wrapping me. At least it was a comfort to die with the contact of someone so special to me. I opened a single eye, realizing that she was still waiting. I tried not to look at the window on his back, not to notice the clouds below, the sun burning in the small glass. "My parents live in the countryside, as I said before. I have