Chapter Seven
Jessica
I nearly choked on my water. Mr. Jacobs had just announced that he was going to fly with Tommy to Africa to work alongside me on my missionary retreat. And I had no idea whether I wanted to jump for joy or hide underneath the table.
I’d been pretty much floored when Tommy had approached me the previous day with a dinner invitation from his father. I’d figured I’d not only never talk to Tommy again after the Jacuzzi incident when I’d run away like a frightened schoolgirl, but I’d also imagined that I would never see Mr. Jacobs again. And of course, both thoughts had upset me and they continued to plague me. Imagine my surprise when Tommy cornered me in the hallway and told me about dinner at his house!
Now, I didn’t know what to think. It was hard enough trying to combat my sexual feelings for Tommy and for his dad but now I was faced with this? I was torn between thinking it was the most unfair position to be in and yet, thanking my lucky stars at the same time. Instead, I did neither, but just sat there as I listened to Tommy argue with his father while my mother and father did their best to mention all the reasons it was a great idea for Tommy to join me. And then they went on and on about what it said about Mr. Jacobs’ character that he was willing to take time out of his obviously busy schedule to fly down with his son and work alongside him for the benefit of the African community. Of course, they had wished they could accompany me but Dad hadn’t been able to take the time off work because we needed every penny he earned and Mom felt like she had to support him, so she didn’t want to leave him on his own.
“Oh, I’m thrilled to know you will be there to keep an eye on our daughter, Mr. Jacobs,” my mother nearly sang at the huge man as I wondered what in the world would have prompted him to want to come in the first place.
“I am happy to keep a close eye on her, Mrs. Gibson,” Grey responded as he gave me a large grin.
I didn’t understand—was he doing this because he believed in the cause or was it because he wanted to—dare I say it—see me? As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I rejected it because it was completely ridiculous. There was no way a big-time lawyer like Grey Jacobs would get up and leave his clients to go to Africa just to spend time with stupid, unimportant, eighteen-year-old me. No, Grey Jacobs had to have believed in the ministry work I was doing and, what was more, he also probably wanted to be a positive example to his son. Yes, that explanation made much better sense, especially when Tommy had joked about his dad saying that he wanted Tommy to spend more time with me since he felt I was a good influence and a good role model.
As for me, I wasn’t so sure how good a role model I was, considering I’d given Tommy a hand job in the Jacuzzi, and I’d taken off my top and he’d cum all over my tits. In fact, I was starting to think I was the one in need of a good role model. And Tommy Jacobs was certainly not that. If I were being honest with myself, neither was his father. But that didn’t change the fact that I still lusted after both of them. At night, it was all I could do to read my Bible and pray on my rosary that I wouldn’t be visited by images of them both naked and doing unmentionable things to me. And yet, every night, it was always the same. My subconscious tempted me with dreams of Tommy and his father taking me together, touching me, kissing me and sliding into me as I screamed for more.
I was sick and depraved. There was something wrong with me because no matter what I did, I couldn’t stop the feelings, I couldn’t stop the dreams and I couldn’t stop thinking about Tommy and his father. I was so ashamed, I couldn’t even bring myself to admit to my sinful thoughts during confession. Instead, I just sat there and kept my lips zipped and then felt doubly guilty afterward.
And even now, after doubting the sincerity of Mr. Jacobs’ reasons for wanting to help with my ministry work, I felt guilty. Still, I was hopeful that his reasons had everything to do with me and nothing to do with his own goodness, charity and generosity. I was really sick. The sooner I trained this rebellious, naughty, out of control side of me, the better. I was sure that good girls didn’t think like I thought. I was sure that good girls had no problem choosing the devout and pious path. I was sure that good girls didn’t wake up every morning with their cunts saturated from dreaming about taking a father and a son’s dick at the same time.
I, Jessica Gibson, was not a good girl. Of that, I was fairly convinced.
And when I felt Mr. Jacobs’ hand on my upper thigh underneath the table, I nearly shot right out of my seat. I glanced at Tommy but he hadn’t noticed because he was so engrossed in eating his prime rib, grumbling about how unfair his father was being in forcing him to go to Africa. And my parents had no clue that the older man’s hand was on my thigh. Instead, they were happily chirping away about all the wonderful things the three of us were going to see and how our work was going to help so much.
I couldn’t look at Mr. Jacobs because I didn’t want to draw attention to what he was doing. Instead, I just sat there and chewed my meat and tried not to notice how my pussy was already juicing. Mr. Jacobs carried on, chitchatting with my parents like nothing was going on; meanwhile, he continued to edge his hand up my thigh even higher. Thank God there was a longish tablecloth on top of the table because it was doing a great job of hiding what was going on. When his hand reached the top of my leg, he inched it over and then dropped it down so he was touching my cunt on top of my pants. He started rubbing my clit above the fabric as I felt myself gush. I was sure my pussy juice was drenching my through my pants because I hadn’t bothered to wear panties but I also couldn’t say I really cared because Mr. Jacobs’ fingers felt incredible.
I wanted nothing more than to unzip my pants so he could slide those thick and long fingers inside my dirty little chamber, so he could feel for himself how slick and wet my passageway was getting. But I didn’t. Instead, I just sat there and let him fondle me on top of my pants. But when he started fumbling with my top button and then undoing, it started inching my zipper down, I coughed just so no one would be able to hear it.
“Are you all right, Jessie?” my mom asked as she looked at me with concern in her big brown eyes.
“Yes,” I said as I reached for my glass of water and Mr. Jacobs worked his fingers inside my pants. From the corner of my eyes, I could see his expression of surprise once he realized I hadn’t worn panties, but then he just pushed his fingers deep inside my pants, his knuckles rubbing up against my clit. I continued to hold the glass of water because I was afraid my hands would start shaking otherwise and I also made sure to keep my mouth full of food because otherwise, I was afraid I’d start moaning.
I didn’t know how he did it, but Mr. Jacobs continued carrying on the conversation like it was no big deal, meanwhile he was rubbing my clit with his index finger up and down and round and round. I could feel how swollen my cunt lips were and by now I was also sure I was leaking pussy juice all over his seat which embarrassed me slightly. Until he worked his index finger down to my hole and started caressing my opening. I shifted in my seat, sitting up a bit and leaning back so I could give him better access to my filthy cunt hole. And he took advantage of my offering by sticking the very tip of his finger inside of me. Meanwhile, he continued to rub my clit with his thumb. I was so close to orgasming, but I was afraid to, afraid that if I did, my face would give me away or I’d make some obvious noise.
But when Mr. Jacobs pushed his finger into me, up to his second knuckle, I ground down on it, spreading my legs as far as my pants would let me as he flicked my clit back and forth with his thumb. I creamed all over his finger, my pussy lips spasming around it as I came. I wasn’t sure how I did it, but I managed not to make a single sound. But I was panting so I reached for my glass of water once more to hide the fact that I was out of breath and I downed a few gulps. Meanwhile, Mr. Jacobs pulled his big finger out of me and pretending to drop something on his lap, he took his finger that was covered with my cunt juice and shoved it into his mouth, sucking all of me off and into his mouth.
“Well, Jessica and Tommy, cheers to our trip to Africa,” he said as he grinned broadly at me and held up his glass.