Exposing Jessica [MF] [exhibitionism]

This is from back when I was in college. I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently and thought a few of you might like it.

Jessica was quiet. Shoulder length, straight black hair, caramel eyes—she was pretty, but often overlooked in a crowd. We had been friends since freshman year, and like most everyone else it had never occurred to me to look at Jessica as anything other than a friend. She had a small apartment off campus, and after class we’d often hang out there.

One night we were on her couch watching some show when two of her girlfriends showed up unexpectedly. When they came into the room, everything changed. They were drunk, flirty, and one of them, I don’t remember her name, was showing off her new digital camera. This was the early 2000’s, and at least at my school, digital cameras were rare. I remember being a little annoyed when they first showed up, but in retrospect, they were the cause of one of the best nights of my life.

I was mixing drinks in the kitchen. The two friends were on the couch taking pictures of their cleavage and Jessica, as always, was sitting in the big armchair in the corner quietly watching it all.

There was nowhere else to sit, so when I came back into the room, Jessica moved to the arm of the chair and motioned for me to take a seat. Her friend wanted a picture of us. I put my arm around her, and we both smiled. Jessica was wearing a black skirt, green top, and dark red lipstick. I had never noticed how she always dressed up whenever I came over, put on makeup even when we were just going to watch a movie.

“You can see her panties in this one.” From the angle of the couch apparently, Jessica’s legs were spread just enough, and both of her friends were looking at the back of the camera delighted at Jessica’s embarrassment. When Jessica went to grab the camera, I got to it first and made a big deal about zooming in on her baby blue panties.

“You look great in blue.”

Another drink and we were all a little looser. Jessica had slipped from the arm of the chair and was sitting on my lap. When her friend started taking pictures again, I noticed that Jessica’s legs were a little spread, so I touched her knees and gently spread them a little more. As her skirt rode up and her pale legs were revealed, she pressed her face into me, hot with embarrassment, but she kept her legs spread as my fingers trailed up her thigh. Her friends loved this, and the camera was going off like crazy. Jessica put her hands over face, and I pulled the skirt up even higher, punching it around her waist and completely exposing her pale-blue lace panties.
They were still taking pictures, but for the moment I forgot them. I let my fingers brush over her panties and then very softly outline the lips of her pussy. I couldn’t believe how wet she was. I started making little circles with my fingers, and she buried her face against my neck, kissing and moaning, and biting. It wasn’t long before she was gently moving her hips, trying to make me touch her faster and harder. I didn’t. If anything I made my touch a little lighter and moved a little slower.

“Let’s see her tits.” I don’t know which one of them said it, but I thought it was a great idea. Her shirt had so many buttons. Jessica’s face was red, and the flush went all the way down her neck. As I unbuttoned more buttons, we could see that her blush spread down her chest. She was wearing a matching blue bra, just as flimsy as her panties. I pull the cups down and let her breasts spill out. They were just big enough to fit in my palms. Her nipples were dark and hard. I kept toying with them, rubbing my fingertip over her aureoles and eventually pinching her nipples. When I pinched her, I felt her whole body respond, and she made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan. I pinched harder. She moaned and squirmed in my lap. When I started to pull her shirt off, she helped. For a moment she sat there exposed, and her friends were quiet, and the camera shutter was loudly clicking.

“It’s your turn.” One of her friends had walked over and was grabbing me by the shoulder. “Come on, let’s see.” Jessica took the opportunity to stand up and pull down her skirt. “Come on.” The friend was persistent and pulling at my shirt. Even I was standing she was lifting my t-shirt. In the few moments, it took me to pull it the rest of the way off; she had gotten on her knees. This girl who I had never met started to unbuckle my belt. Before she undid the button, she grabbed my cock through my jeans, squeezed it, and possed for a picture. Suddenly, she was pulling down my zipper and almost immediately after, she pulled down my pants.

I was standing there my cock hard, and just a few inches away from this strangers face as she posed for another picture. It was surreal. I’m not a shy person, but I had never been exposed in front of a group before. When I looked over at Jessica, her eyes were glued to my cock.

Her friend stood up. I could smell the tequila on her breath, “Come here, Jessica.” She grabbed Jessica’s hand and put in my cock. Her hand was a little cold. Somewhere there is a picture of Jessica, her face turned away from the camera, and tiny had wrapped around my cock. They were cheering a little for her and telling her to jerk it or suck it, but she was too embarrassed and just kept her hand still. “If you don’t suck it, I will.”

I sat back down on the chair and pulled Jessica to me. The minute she straddled me, she changed. She started to grind against my cock while kissing and biting my lips. I pulled her skirt back up and cupped her ass. The friend was saying something, but I couldn’t hear anything, I couldn’t even think. I don’t remember pulling her panties to the side, but her pretty cunt was suddenly rubbing against my shaft. Then she was looking at me and reaching down to position my cock. She kept her eyes focused on mine as I felt her warm pussy slowly, firmly, make its way down my cock. I know they were still taking pictures, and they were still talking, but the only thing I could focus on was how wonderful it felt as Jessica slowly raised and lowered herself, getting used to the size of my cock. As she became accustomed to it, she started to go faster, the chair squeaking under us, Jessica furiously fucking me. She was load, not speaking so much as making noise—loud moans and this pleading almost whimper.

It couldn’t have lasted long. As I got closer, I remember clutching Jessica against me, her movements becoming more of a grind. I told her I was going to cum and she started to fuck me even harder. Then those wonderful feelings: my cock pulsing over and over, the sudden chill that came over my body, the exhaustion. For a moment the only two people in the world where Jessica and I, then her friends’ voices came back.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9xrjpe/exposing_jessica_mf_exhibitionism