"I'm home."
"Welcome back, Jeff."
Jeff came home from his part-time job at PoruMerc women's gym right before sunset and was greeted by his mother, who was preparing dinner.
"Jess is in your room, so ask her if she can console you about whatever's troubling you," his mother said, noticing the uneasy expression on Jeff's face.
"Thanks, Mom," Jeff replied as he headed toward the second floor of the house. However, instead of going to his room, he went into the bathroom and locked himself inside.
Inside—
'GAAAHHHH~!'
—Jeff let out a loud scream, though only in his head, as he crouched on the floor.
He couldn't believe himself. He couldn't accept that he had climaxed while listening to Olivia's story about having a threesome with his friends, Kris and Marc.
He couldn't deny that he got excited and aroused feeling Olivia's body pressed against him—especially her ass rubbing against his throbbing erect rod. But he also couldn't deny that he got turned on hearing how Kris and Marc did it with Olivia.
Of course, there was nothing inherently wrong with that. Jeff was just a man—a handsome, muscular man who couldn't help getting horny from a sex story. But the fact that it was about his closest friends, and that he climaxed from it, made him feel complicated—more accurately, awkward and embarrassed.
After calming down from his emotional outburst, Jeff came out of the bathroom and went to his room, where he found Jess asleep, lying on his bed.
Seeing Jess comfortably sleeping in a white camisole paired with a white miniskirt, Jeff couldn't help but have lewd fantasies. Still, it wasn't like he would touch her while she was asleep. After all, he preferred doing it while she was awake.
With that thought, a sudden idea came to Jeff.
He moved to sit on the floor beside the bed and kissed Jess like a prince waking a cursed princess.
As if that would work, Jeff thought, silently laughing at how cringe he was—only for Jess to open her eyes, look at him, then turn to her side and wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace.
Maybe she's still half-asleep, Jeff thought, surprised by Jess's sweet embrace.
"I'm home, Jess," he said in a deep, soft voice, trying to make the situation more romantic.
And to his surprise, Jess gave a lovely response.
"Welcome home, Jeff," she murmured. Her voice sounded sweet and alluring to his ears, though a little sleepy.
Hearing her welcome him home, feeling her warmth through her embrace, and inhaling her alluring scent—Jeff couldn't help but want to go further. But he couldn't. Everyone else in the house would be home soon.
If he couldn't do it with Jess right now, then at the very least he could get on the bed with her and hold her tightly as they napped together before dinner.
But as soon as he tried to get on the bed, Jess's gentle embrace grew tighter and tighter until his neck started to hurt, until Jeff felt like he couldn't breathe.
"Jess... It feels nice... but I think I'm gonna... suffocate..."
"Why do you smell like another woman—and of your own cum?"
Jess's question caught Jeff off guard. He had made sure to shower at the gym and change clothes after climaxing from Olivia's story, so he was confident Jess wouldn't notice anything.
"Are you really cheating on me, you bastard?"
Putting aside the fact that Olivia was trying to seduce him, climaxing from hearing a story could barely count as cheating, of course.
Regardless, Jeff didn't have the time—or the air in his lungs—to explain that.
"I... love... you... Jess..."
Before Jeff could pass out from lack of air or a broken neck, he managed to say those four words, which at least convinced Jess to stop chocking him.
After catching his breath, Jeff explained to Jess everything that had happened to him. Every detail—including how Olivia tried to seduce him with her deal, and also the details of Olivia's threesome with Kris and Marc.
At the end of his recap—
—Bam!—
"Ouch!"
"Why the heck are you telling me your friends' sex story!?" Jess snapped, her face bright red as she punched Jeff square in the face.
Putting aside his complaint about her listening to the entire story before acting embarrassed and violent, Jeff noticed that Jess had definitely gotten excited and aroused.
Right, she's probably more of a pervert than me, Jeff thought, remembering how Jess could act aggressively intimate before and during sex.
Seeing Jess slowly rub her thighs together as they sat on his bed only confirmed his suspicion.
She probably wanted to do it too, Jeff thought. But once again, they couldn't. Not unless they wanted everyone in the house to know exactly what they were doing.
With no direct way to release their pent-up lust, Jeff went for a different solution—or rather, a diversion.
Embracing Jess tightly, Jeff pulled her down onto the bed with him.
"What are you doing, pervert?"
"Since we can't do it, then let's just cuddle, Jess."
Jess immediately understood what Jeff meant. After all, she was feeling aroused and horny after hearing his story. She wanted to do it, but she didn't want Jeff's family to see her as a shameless, naughty girl with no self-control.
So she agreed with Jeff. However—
"Idiot... this only makes me want to do it more..."
Hearing Jess admit that, Jeff could barely restrain himself anymore. His reason and judgment were hanging by a thin thread, and one more act of intimacy from Jess would snap it completely.
"It's all your fault, Jeff," Jess said, looking at him with eyes full of lustful desire, as if begging him to take her.
—Snap!—
Jeff locked his lips with hers in a kiss as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, pressing not only his body but his throbbing erect rod against her.
Jess wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in as she returned his kiss passionately and aggressively.
As they lay side by side on the bed, Jeff slowly pushed Jess down and climbed on top of her while they remained locked in a passionate kiss.
But the moment their lips parted, as they caught their breath and stared at each other, the loudest knob-turning sound echoed from the door. Jeff and Jess moved with blinding speed, distancing themselves and sitting at opposite ends of the bed.
When the door opened—
"I'm home, Jess!"
—Jess's mother walked in, cheerfully greeting her daughter.
"You two aren't doing... anything... lewd, are you?"
Noticing the awkward atmosphere and the intoxicating scent lingering in the air, Jess's mother immediately understood what was going on.
"You two can continue what you were doing. I'll tell everyone you'll be late for dinner."
"Wait, Mom!"
"Auntie!"