Jessica Takes Charge
Date: 24.06.2008
Keywords: Takes, Jessica, Charge,
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Jessica had taken a sudden interest in the conversation. It was the one every couple had at the outset of a relationship, a sharing of war stories and mistakes made with past partners. Out of nowhere her eyes lit up and she moved closer to hear the conversation better. Through her body language David noticed a renewed interest in what he said.
"She slapped you?" She asked excitedly, unable to hide the smirk that spread unrestrained across her lips.
He nodded, suddenly embarrassed.
"What did you do?"
He shook his head, feeling himself blush. "Nothing, I guess. Nothing I could do."
"You didn't leave or tell her off? You didn't slap her back?" The suggestion was insulting to him. Even considering raising his hand to a woman was offensive. She could see it in his eyes. "And you stayed."
"Yes," he said, growing angry at the path the conversation had taken.
"Why? Why didn't you leave?"
His shrugged, challenging her. "I didn't want to."
Wisely she dropped the subject but her mind couldn't help imagining the incident. She collected questions in her mind and promised to ask them later when he was more open to the idea. Later that night, slipping under the sheets of her bed, she found herself wetter than usual and quickly scuttled out of her nightdress to discard it on the floor. Immediately her hand went directly to her pussy cupping it. She felt a heat there and held it silently. Moisture collected in her folds and dripped to her fingers.
Masturbation was a frequent, pleasurable experience in her life but tonight she felt something different. There was a wave of unexpected arousal that passed through her that began earlier that evening on her date. She knew it happened during their conversation as he mentioned his last girlfriend and how she had slapped him in the middle of a clothing store as he grew impatient waiting for her. Why did it excite her so much? Why did the image cause her to feel this way? Why could she not stop thinking about it?
She didn't orgasm that night. Instead she teased herself, one finger traced the petals of her labia and slowly circled the swelled nub of her clit. Her fingers played in her pussyhair, which she was thankful she had decided to keep while all her friends preached the values of waxing. It made her appreciate her womanhood more, the warm, soft fur that covered herm most feminine area.
To David, she was girl-next-door-beautiful. That's what he told all his friends. He'd seen models, even dated them one but that wasn't her. She had an obvious beauty that was more refined. It was there in the most casual things; her smile, her eyes, her scent. She was beautiful, more beautiful than most women, but not the kind that puts it before all else in her life. He doubted if she even knew how attractive she was.
They met again on their second date and they got along better than the first time. Upon meeting she held him tightly and they locked lips like two lovers reunited after a long time apart. She didn't mention the conversation but it was at the front of her mind. For some reason he acted differently. He was quieter and more reserved. She didn't bring it up but she knew he was embarrassed by his confession. Throughout the night she had taken a more aggressive role, taking his hand and leading him throughout the evening.
At dinner she rested her hand on his thigh and ordered for them when the waitress came by. This surprised him and he gave her a look but a squeeze to his leg silenced him. The waitress smiled at the display and gave her a wink as she took the menus.
They never got to finish their conversation last night and she was eager to hear the rest. With one hand covering his she spoke, "Did she ever apologize for slapping you?"
He gagged on his drink and shook his head no.
"What did you do to earn it anyway?"
"I told you," he said. "I was bored and anxious to leave. She was upset and hit me." He wasn't upset like last time. His words came out quietly, like he didn't want her to hear them.
"So you deserved it then?"
His brow furrowed in a moment of anger. "Deserved it? I don't think so."
"Don't yell," she scolded him. "I'm sure she wouldn't slap you without a good reason. It sounded to me like you needed it."
Her words stunned him. Their food had arrived and he sat unmoving as the waitress placed it in front of him. When he looked up to her she was smiling down at him, as if she had heard the conversation.
"After all, you were getting impatient with her. What's a lady to do?" She smiled and took the first bite of her salad.
He felt himself getting hot but held his tongue. A woman like her doesn't come along often and he did admit that it helped calm him down some.
She watched him fidget. Obviously he was uncomfortable. "Was that the only time she hit you?"
"Of course," he sounded shocked. "It's not a common thing."
"It wasn't?" She was teasing him now. "And you took it so well."
"I mean, it's not like...it was unexpected, I guess." Her interested look urged him on. Obviously he was having trouble coming clean. "She's always been like that. In a way, I mean."
"Been like how?"
He sputtered, upset that she was forcing him to explain. "In charge I guess, very authoritative." He thrust a bite into his mouth before she could ask him anything else. For most of the meal things seemed to get back to normal. They talked comfortably and made each other laugh. David noticed her subtle flirting and felt swept away. She seemed prettier than he had first thought. She was more mature, more playful and sexier.
At the end of the night he relaxed. They had spent the evening walking through town, peeking into shop windows and looking toward the stars that seemed so much clearer that night. She had changed slightly, though David didn't notice it right away.
She walked him to her door and invited him inside. He was shy but with a firm tug on his wrist he acquiesced and allowed himself to be led in. Her place was cozy and feminine, though not overly so. A scent of jasmine wafted from somewhere, calming him. Pointing at the couch she told him to sit as she disappeared in the kitchen. When she returned she held two glasses and a bottle of red wine.
Sitting beside him, she offered him a glass and poured for both of them. She sat on the other end of the couch, her bare legs pointed towards him. David couldn't help but imagine what she looked like without her skirt. They relaxed and talked though he couldn't keep his mind on the conversation and merely laughed and smiled when appropriate.
It was during a pause in the conversation when he realized he had not heard a word she said. The look in her eyes changed from friendly and warm to disappointed and upset. The pause stretched to an uncomfortable silence, which he was about to end with a bad joke when he felt a bolt of pain on his cheek. He cried out, more from surprise than pain and put his hand to his face. It was warm and tender to the touch.
Jessica was breathing heavily, her nostrils flaring slightly. She raised her other hand, ready to tattoo his other cheek and saw him cringe. Rather than yell or back off he merely turned his face and winced, preparing for the blow. It was endearing, even cute. He was handsome, and she felt attracted to him, but the sight of him readying for another blow incited her in ways she never felt before.
"Will you listen to me now?" Her voice was insistent. All he could do was hold his hand to his cheek and nod. That wasn't good enough for her and she ordered him to look at her and answer. He couldn't. Her slap had cowed him and he felt an irrational fear that prevented him from doing as she said.
"Look at me!" It was a command that struck him with fear. Slowly he raised his head to look at her. She seemed more feminine somehow. Her face was redder and her breasts heaved. "When I talk to you I want you paying attention!" Her finger pointed at him and jabbed the center of his chest. "Do you understand?"
She slapped him again, this time not as firmly. It merely shamed him. "Yes ma'am," he said weakly. The title felt necessary. They were no longer equals.
"Stand up." Her voice remained on the edge of exploding. David quickly followed her instructions. "Take off your clothes."
She said it so matter of factly that he first thought it was a joke and looked to her. Just as quickly her hand flew to his other cheek, leaving a stinging slap that caused his cheek to throb. His head reeled back but he caught himself and rubbed the quickly growing redness on his face. He was about to plead for mercy but thought better of it. Sighing, he began removing clothes as she watched aggravated.
Down to his boxers he looked up at her. Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes and for a moment she doubted she could continue. Obviously he was struggling with it but he didn't stop her. He gave in easily when he could just as well leave or get her to stop. Most women would run from such an idea but it compelled her. Already her sex had dampened to a near flood. She was more aroused than she could remember.
With a stern nod from her he removed his boxers and confirmed her suspicions. He was fully stiff and eager. His cock was attractive with a heavy pink head. He wasn't as long as she'd hoped for but far thicker than normal. She imagined such a size would take some effort to accommodate. She took pride in her tightness and knew it would hurt if she took him to bed.
She made a show of looking him over. Placing a fist under her chin as if contemplating, she allowed herself a leisurely look over his naked body. He shuffled under her gaze, his testicles tightening against his body.
"You have a nice body," she commented. "And an adequate penis." She said it so matter of factly that he could take no pride in it. "Has anyone ever told you that?"
"No..." he whispered.
"And so well trained too. Look how eager it is to say hello."
He blushed a dark red, unable to deny or make an excuse. She regarded it with a superior curiosity, assessing the thickened head with its blunt attractiveness.
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Keywords: Takes, Jessica, Charge,