Shirtless from just centimeters above where his penis resided, Jayson was a physical specimen the likes of which she’d only seen in videos and magazines. His shoulders were round, hard, well-defined. His chest was thick and cut. His abdominals rippled and came in three exquisitely defined sets of two’s.
The picture had her mouth hanging open and had stolen her breath away, and only because of a blaring car horn and a near accident one lane over did she look up in time to see that if she didn’t slam down on the brakes of her Camry, she was going to cause severe damage to the rear of the Infiniti and the front of her car. Her heart pounded as her daughters screamed and the scent of burnt rubber from her tires wafted in through her opened windows, but it didn’t pound from the near collision.
Jayson’s picture.
That’s what had her heart racing. That’s what had her palms getting slick with perspiration. Bolder is what she’d dared him to provide. As traffic began to move at a snail’s pace, she struggled to not focus for more than a few seconds at a time at the much-bolder picture Jayson had sent.
Had she seen the picture?
During the rest of the drive to drop off the girls, all day at work and afterward when she picked up the girls and headed home, that’s all she had seen and thought about. She’d spent the entire day on autopilot, doing what she’d become programmed to do.
She pressed the button on her cell phone, waking it from its slumber and smiled as Jayson looked back at her from the screen on her cell. Had she seen his picture?
Pulsating in her panties, she typed, Yes, I did.
And were u disapointd?
Jess looked from his words to his eyes, to his lips, to the small dark nipples on his chest, and shook her head. Not at all.
Whew! I was worried.
Worried? Why? U have a very sexy ...
Jess paused, took a breath, and released it slowly as she felt herself becoming warm. Calm down, she thought. She hit the backspace key several times, and then began typing again.
. . . hve a nice body.
TY.
Ur welcome.
So ... it wasn’t 2 bold? Was worried abt offending u.
Jess looked back at his picture and went from the chest to the seams in his abdominals, and then down to where her imagination took over. More. The word ran through her mind.
She shook her head again, ran her hand from her neck to the top of her breasts, which were loose beneath her tank top without the confinement of her bra.
I told you I’m a big girl. It wld tke a lot more than tht 2 offend me.
Is that so? That sounds like a challenge.
Do u want 2 offend me?
Not at all. Just curious 2 know what it wld take.
R u?
Very.
I see. Well, I can tell u tht it wld tke a lot.
Hmm.
Lol. Ur funny.
So ur sure u liked wht u saw?
Jess raised her eyebrows and grinned. I did.
Wht was the 1 st thought tht came to ur mind whn u saw it?
Jess put the tip of her index finger in her mouth and bit down on her nail softly as her lips spread into a sneaky smile.
How much weight can those shoulders bear?
How hard are your muscles? How soft?
How hard do your nipples get?
How smooth is each ripple in your abs?
What does it look like beneath the bottom edge of the photograph?
These were the first thoughts that ran through her mind all at the same time. She took a breath and released it with a “humph,” and typed, Tht u care abt ur body.
TY. I try 2.
“You’re doing more than trying, baby,” Jess whispered.
So ... u askd 4 bolder. Did I meet the rquirmnt? Jess chuckled. I guess so.
I aim 2 please.
Hmm. It’s always nice whn a man aims high.
I’m an expert marksman.
R u?
Bulls eye evrytme.
Interesting.
So ...
So?
Unless ur backng out, it’s my turn 2 ask.
Jess nodded to herself. She’d thought of this during the day. Her turn. Her truth or dare. Her choice. If she so chose.
Yes, it is.
R u bckng out?
I’m not a quitter.
Thn in tht case ... Truth or dare?
Jess’s heart thumped, and as it did, the voice of reason resurfaced again, only this time, instead of pleading and begging that she cease with the game entirely, it presented her with a compromise.
If you’re going to play—fine—then play. But at least be smart and safe about it. No dares no matter what! Can you just do that? Can you just be smart and safe?
Jess looked down at her cell, reached out, hit a button and brought Jayson’s picture back to life again. She’d been selfish. She hadn’t given him the option of truth.
She took another breath.
Her voice of reason began to fade away.
She exhaled and chose. Dare.
R u sure?
Jess swallowed saliva. Yes.
Ur not scared?
I told u I’m grwn.
OK. Jst mkng sure.
So wht’s my dare?
Hmm ... I wnt a pic. A bolder pic.
Copycat.
LOL!
Wht do u want 2 see?
Ur breasts.
Jess felt her nipples harden beneath the cotton of her top. The voice of reason’s volume rose again like steam.
Don’t do it! Don’t play this way! Be smart! You don’t want to regret this!
Jess slid her hand beneath her shirt and laid it flat against her belly. Her breasts. He wanted to see them.
Back out now before it’s too late! No dares!
She began to trail her hand upward like a snake. Slow, deliberate. Her conscience pleaded with her again, but as it did, each word grew softer.
Her breasts. They hadn’t been seen by anyone other than her daughters, Esias, and her gynecologist.
Her hand went up, cupped her left breast, and as it did, she took in a breath. She’d touched herself before; innocently in the shower, in front of the mirror doing her self-breast exam, massaging them at the end of long days after removing her bra. She’d touched them for pleasure too, when the urge hit and either Esias wasn’t home or in the mood to provide a release. She’d squeezed them. She’d closed her eyes and leaned her head back and ran her fingers over and around her nipples.
But not like she was doing now, staring at Jayson as he stared back at her with his shirt off, his muscles bulging. His manhood ...
Jess moaned as she enjoyed the feel of her C-cup enveloped in her palm while her index finger and thumb pinched her nipple hard. She moaned as a tingling sensation ran through her. His manhood, she thought. What had it been doing below the border? She moaned again and tried to imagine what it must have looked like. Had it been hard like his muscles? Had it been swollen?
She grabbed her cell and reluctantly made Jayson’s handsome face disappear as she switched it to camera mode. She didn’t want to, but she let go of her breast, took a quick look to her right toward the staircase leading upstairs, and listened for footsteps. Esias wasn’t home, but her oldest liked to be in other people’s business and knew how to tread lightly. She listened for creaks and shuffles, and when she was satisfied that her daughter was still in bed, she hiked her tank top up over her head, leaned back in the chair and turned her camera toward her. She palmed her breast again, squeezed her nipple to make it stand out even more than it still was, and looked into the camera lens.
Can’t believe I’m doing this, she thought.
Can’t believe I want to.
She looked at Jayson through the lens, licked her lips, offered her breast up for a snack, and took a series of six photographs. When she was finished, she put her cell down and quickly put her shirt back on. She was breathing heavily. Panting, from the erotic thrill she’d just experienced. Her shirt back
on, she looked at her laptop. Jayson had been looking for her.
R u thre? Did I scare u away? Jess?
Jess sat forward and typed.
Sorry. Yes. I’m here.
O OK. Is evrythng OK?
Yes.
OK. Good.
I took the pic.
U did?
Yes.
Wow!
Gve me a minute 2 send thm 2 u.
OK!
But...
But?
After I send thm, I’m logging off.
U r? why?
Jess felt the heat in her cheeks rise. She’d taken the pictures and had enjoyed doing it, but for some reason, she was embarrassed about what his reaction was going to be.
My husband just came home. He’s outside tlking 2 a neighbor.
O, OK. L
Gng 2 send it in 2 minutes. I’ll talk 2 u tmrrw.
OK.
Nght.
Nght, sexy.
Jess smiled. Esias hadn’t called her that in a long while. She logged out of the messenger, then grabbed her cell and scrolled through the pictures she’d taken. She’d captured the angle almost perfectly and had hidden some of the weight around her middle. Jayson had called her sexy, and in each of the six shots, the word applied. She settled on two of them, then typed in Jayson’s cell number and hit Send.
Her dare was done. She’d gone bolder. It would be Jayson’s turn next.
Chapter 9
It was time to take things to the next level.
Jayson worked his jaw and stared at Jess’s breasts, at her nipples. Small, round, coffee-colored, hard. He gnawed on a piece of skin hanging from his bottom lip as his manhood jumped beneath his boxers. “Perfect,” he whispered, his eyes fixated on her picture. Full round breasts with just a slight childbearing, breastfeeding sag to them.
After childbirth, particularly two births, a woman’s body changed. Her hips tended to spread, her waistline lost the hourglass shape, her thighs grew larger, the stomach poked out farther, and of course, her breasts dropped. Because of these changes, her self-esteem lowered. Many women didn’t feel attractive anymore, didn’t feel desired. They existed without any real identity. “Mommy” is all they were, and nothing more.
Jayson liked the sag. He liked the pouch, the broader hips. To him, the change in a woman’s body gave her more character. It gave her validation as a “real” woman. He chose the majority of the women he did for that reason first. Reason number two was because women that had children gave more than those who didn’t. All they needed was to feel wanted. Make a mommy feel like a “mami” and she would do things a lot of women without kids weren’t willing to do without getting something in return. She would chat with strangers, send pictures, agree to meetings with promised ecstasy in the back of tinted vehicles in front of their homes, and agree to be fucked in their beds when their husbands were away.
Jayson smiled while his manhood pulsed and begged to be released. He stared at Jess’s perfect breasts—C-cup he was sure. The time had definitely come.
Jess was ready.
So was he.
He’d finally found her, and he didn’t want to let another second of wasted time go by.
“Jess and Jayson sitting in a tree ...”
His dick jumped in tune to the rhythm of the nursery rhyme. Next conversation, he promised. During their next chat, he and Jess would move on with their natural progression of eventual and destined bliss.
He looked at Jess as she stared at him with her breast in her hand. The yearning in her eyes was powerful, intense, and high. Most of all, it was filled with hunger.
“Soon, sexy,” Jayson said, lowering his boxers. “Soon all of your needs will be met, and you’ll never have to go without again. Neither will I.”
Chapter 10
Alisa sat on the edge of her bed hugging herself while tears fell hard and fast. “Oh God,” she whispered, wiping tears away, her attempts futile. She leaned forward and hugged herself harder. “How could I have let this happen?”
She shook her head and cursed herself for being so gullible. She knew better. She’d fallen for the okeydoke before, but she was younger, more naïve then. She was older now, wiser, schooled; this shouldn’t have happened. She should have recognized the signs. But there hadn’t been any signs, had there? There hadn’t been any indication that Jayson Winston had been anything other than what he’d professed to be: a male version of her, neglected, in need of attention and affection. In need of passion and romance.
In all of their chats, Alisa had never suspected that their understanding of each other hadn’t been real. She’d believed him when he told her that he had never felt so connected with anyone before. She’d agreed when he said there was something “right” about them. “Kismet,” he had called it. “Destiny.”
Alisa had felt the connection, the ease. In twelve years of marriage, she hadn’t experienced that, but in a matter of a few weeks, she did with Jayson, who adored her and wanted to satisfy her mentally, physically, and emotionally, because she deserved nothing less. They couldn’t divorce their spouses because of their families, but they could make a vow to be each other’s one and only. Jayson wanted that. He said he would be married legally on paper to his wife, but spiritually, it would be to Alisa where his heart would go.
Tears dropped harder from Alisa’s eyes. She was such a fool. Pictures, texts, chats, now pregnancy. And just as swiftly as Jayson had come into her life, he was now gone, and had been since she’d done all of the uninhibited things with him that she’d promised to do fifteen weeks ago.
Pregnant. She’d been safe and smart by making sure Jayson had used protection. So how could this have happened?
Alisa cried. Four months prior, her husband had gotten a vasectomy because with four children, all boys, he didn’t want any more. Now she was two months pregnant and only within the last month did she miss a period. Alisa shivered and cursed herself for ever responding to Jayson Winston’s initial chat message.
Chapter 11
“So how is the class going?”
Jess looked over at her husband. He was sitting on the couch, a plate of rice and chicken in his hand, a Heineken beer bottle on the coffee table in front of him. He was watching TV. ESPN, the U.S. Open, a match between Serena Williams and Maria Sharapova, two of his favorites.
Esias was in his usual nighttime attire—a pair of shorts, a wife beater, and no socks. His ankles were in need of lotion. He was supposed to have been at the studio, but he’d said he was tired and wanted to just come home and relax and spend time with the girls. He also missed spending time with his wife.
Four weeks ago, Jess wouldn’t have had a problem with him sitting in the middle of their brown leather couch, but a lot had changed and four weeks ago was a long time in the past, and now instead of looking at her husband with a soft, appreciative gaze of love and yearning, she stared at him with a glare as hard as steel.
Her tone low, her voice tight, she said, “Fine.” She added nothing more.
Esias shoveled a forkful of rice into his mouth, chewed, and then swallowed it down along with a sip of his beer. “Is the class getting any easier?”
Jess exhaled, then pulled in the corners of her mouth as she frowned. “No,” she said. “But, whatever.”
“Whatever?” Esias asked with a cocked eyebrow. “What do you mean, ‘whatever’?”
Jess exhaled heavily again. “Whatever means whatever, Esias.”
His fork filled and halfway up toward his mouth, he paused and looked at her. “What’s with the attitude?”
“What attitude?”
“You’re acting like I did something to you.”
Jess rolled her eyes. “I don’t have an attitude,” she said. “I’m just trying to study.”
“I understand that. I was just wondering how things were going.”
“And I told you.”
“Yeah ... with an attitude.”
Jess rolled her eyes again and stole a glan
ce down at the time on her laptop. 9:50. In ten minutes, her seminar for her PHP class would be beginning. That meant that in ten minutes Jayson would be sending her a message. In the four weeks since they’d been chatting, Esias had either not been home, or he’d been upstairs sleeping. Tonight, he was on the couch, upsetting her flow.
She shook her head. “I told you I don’t have an attitude.”
Esias took another swallow of Heineken. “Bullshit,” he said.
Jess released a frustrated exhale. “I’m in danger of failing my class, Esias. Neither the professor, nor the textbooks are any help. I’ve tried attending the tutoring session with nothing to show for it. I’m frustrated.”
“I get that, but you don’t need to let it out on me.”
Jess gave a one-sided smile of irritation. “OK, Esias. You’re right. Can I go back to focusing now?”
“Sure, Jess. Sure. Give me shit for asking how your classes were.”
Jess pulled the corners of her mouth back again and stole another glance at the time. 9:56. Her heart began to thump. “I still don’t see why you didn’t go to the studio.”
“Is it a crime that I didn’t?”
“No. I just thought you were trying to get the CD done. Didn’t you say you had some people interested in it?”
“I do. But like I said earlier, I was tired and needed a break, and I wanted to spend some time with the girls before they went to bed. I also wanted to try to spend some time at least being around you. Between work, the studio, your job, and your classes, we barely see each other anymore.”
Jess shrugged and said, unapologetically, “Priorities.”
“So what ... are you saying, I’m neglecting mine?”
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