Chapter 19.2: Side Story
Jessica couldn't help but blush at the memories of what she had done the night before. Following Ethan into his room had been a spur of the moment decision, one that she couldn't quite explain even to herself. But now, lying next to him in bed, she felt a mix of emotions swirling inside her.
Part of her was ashamed of her actions. She knew that what they had done was wrong, that it went against all societal norms and expectations. But another part of her, a part that she had never really acknowledged before, felt excited and aroused by the whole experience.
As Ethan slept peacefully beside her, Jessica's mind drifted back to the events of the previous night. She remembered how she had followed him into his room, her heart pounding in her chest as she closed the door behind her. Ethan had looked up at her, his eyes filled with a hunger that she had never seen before.
"What are you doing here, Jess?" he had asked, his voice low and husky.
Jessica had swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. "I...I don't know," she had stammered. "I just...I wanted to be with you."
Ethan had smiled then, a slow, seductive smile that had made Jessica's knees weak. He had patted the bed beside him, inviting her to sit down.
Jessica had hesitated for a moment, but then she had done as he asked. She had perched on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
"Relax," Ethan had said, his voice soothing. "Just let yourself feel."
And then he had reached out and grabbed her ankle, pulling her foot into his lap. Jessica had gasped at the contact, but she hadn't pulled away. Instead, she had watched with fascination as Ethan began to massage her foot, his strong hands kneading the muscles and sending sparks of pleasure up her leg.
As he worked, Ethan had looked up at Jessica, his gaze intense and focused. "You have beautiful feet, Jess," he had said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I could stare at them all day."
Jessica had blushed at the compliment, but she had also felt a thrill of excitement run through her. She had always been self-conscious about her body, but hearing Ethan talk about her feet like that made her feel desired and sexy in a way she had never experienced before.
Emboldened by his words, Jessica had shifted her position on the bed, moving closer to Ethan. She had let her other foot drop to the floor, the heel of her stockinged foot brushing against the bulge in his pants.
Ethan had let out a sharp intake of breath at the contact, his hands stilling on her foot for a moment. But then he had resumed his massage, his touch becoming more deliberate and sensual.
Jessica had felt bold enough to start moving her foot against his crotch, rubbing it gently over the growing bulge in his pants. Ethan had groaned at the sensation, his hips twitching slightly.
"Jess..." he had breathed, his voice strained with desire.
But Jessica hadn't stopped. Instead, she had increased the pressure, using the heel of her foot to rub him through the fabric of his pants. She could feel him growing harder under her touch, his cock throbbing against her foot.
Ethan had reached down and grabbed her ankle, holding it still as he thrust against her foot. Jessica had watched in fascination as he fucked her foot through his pants, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
It hadn't taken long for him to reach his peak. With a guttural moan, Ethan had come in his pants, his cock pulsing against Jessica's foot as he rode out his orgasm.
Jessica had been amazed at what she had done, at the power she held over Ethan's body. She had never felt so sexy, so in control.
As Ethan had come down from his high, he had looked up at Jessica with a satisfied smile. "That was incredible," he had said, his voice hoarse. "Thank you."
Jessica had blushed again, but she had also felt proud of herself. She had given Ethan pleasure, something she had never done before.