Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 24
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Jess was supposed to stay two weeks. That was the plan. A short summer visit before heading back to college. But two weeks became four, and she didn’t even try to leave.
Freedom had a taste now, thick, dripping, and unforgettable. Tommy, Katherine, and this whole new world had awakened something wild in her. Something hungry. Something brave.
In that final week before she returned to school, Jess soaked in every moment she could. She would daydream later....in class, walking across campus, lying alone in her bed...about the way Katherine had lifted her onto the kitchen counter and eaten her until she shook.
Or the afternoon in the backyard, where the soft summer grass hid her moans. Katherine between her legs again, tongue skilled, patient, precise, until Jess arched into the sky like she was trying to fly.
But nothing haunted her more than the night by the pool.
Jess, bouncing on Tommy’s cock, soaking wet, riding him with slow, dirty circles of her hips… her hands braced against the edge, head thrown back. And behind her, Katherine. That thick, perfect pussy pressed to Jess’s face, her thighs trembling as Jess moaned into her. Jess licked, sucked, devoured her, and the three of them came undone together, bodies tangled in moonlight and water and wild, wild heat.
Even now, Jess could barely touch herself without picturing it. The smell of chlorine, the sound of slapping skin, the taste of Katherine. It wasn’t just sex anymore. It was memory. Etched into her skin.
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College had started again, but the fire didn’t go out. It just shifted form.
The group text stayed active. Hot. Teasing.
Tommy would send a photo of his cock half-hard in the morning light with a message: Thinking about that pool night.
Katherine would respond with a shot of her tits glistening with lotion. You left a mark, baby girl.
Jess would send a selfie of her flushed face, biting her lip in bed. Can’t stop dreaming of both your mouths…
And sometimes it got filthier.
One night, Jess called Katherine just to hear her moan.
“Tell me what you’re wearing,” Jess whispered.
Katherine chuckled, already breathless. “Nothing. Just my fingers.”
Jess moaned softly, her other hand already slipping under the sheets. “Wish I was there. I’d suck those fingers first.”
Another night, it was Katherine who called Tommy.
He picked up to the sound of wet, messy moaning.
“Shhh,” Katherine giggled softly. “I’m in bed, lights off, and I’m fucking myself with the toy Jess left.”
Tommy groaned, stroking himself. “Fuck… keep going.”
And she did, all the way to a loud, sloppy orgasm while he listened.
Jess and Katherine kept up their own filthy exchanges. Texts full of dirty talk, gifs, and fantasy ideas. Jess teased often about what she missed. Especially one thing:
“I still want to watch you get fucked, Katherine. That thick pussy spread wide. Dripping. I’ll drive home one weekend just to see it.”
Katherine's reply had Jess squirming in her lecture seat:
“And I want you there, baby. Front row seat. I’ll moan your name while he fills me. Deal?”
Jess texted back instantly:
“Deal. Don’t cum without me watching.”
They were apart, but never distant. Never disconnected.
And every passing week, the tension simmered higher.
They were learning what it meant to stay connected, even across miles, and what it meant to crave someone when you already knew what their skin tasted like.
Summer was over.
But nothing about them had cooled down.
To Be Continued...
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