Jessie Ch. 10

Author's note:

This chapter contains a brief scene of terrorism, witnessed from afar. If this bothers you, please stop reading after the sex scene.

As always, thanks for the votes and the comments, both public and private.

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June

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"...between whiskey and you..."

I stood in the crowd, a drink in my hand, watching Jessie croon into a microphone, sitting on the edge of the stage, swinging her legs back and forth like a little girl. She seemed to like to close out watch show with an acoustic number, and I couldn't tell if tonight's song was about a breakup or the death of a loved one.

Sure was morbid, either way.

They'd taken to the stage in Ashley's bar about an hour and a half ago, and I was amazed by the depth their catalog had achieved in just a year. They still sang mostly raunchy or classic rock, but interspersed were a few country tunes, and surprisingly enough, a techno song or two.

The bar seemed to like music, they clapped at the end of each song, and the building, to my untrained eye, was much busier every night that they played.

It could be that they were showing up for the girls.

The guitarist was more front and center than the drummer, but Jessie and McKenna definitely took center stage, and they liked to pick...provocative...outfits. Tonight, the two women were dressed in classic schoolgirl outfits, red and black plaid skirts, midriff-exposing white button-ups with plaid ties, white stockings and black shoes.

They'd even completed the look with pigtails, Jessie's shorter due to her chin-length hair, McKenna's much longer. Honestly, the little programmer slash bassist made me uncomfortable to even look at. Given her already youthful appearance, the costume was just...over the top.

I was looking forward to corrupting my innocent schoolgirl tonight, however.

I grinned at the thought and drained my drink.

The band disbursed from the stage and Jessie ran over and jumped into my arms, wrapping herself around and laughing into my neck. "How'd we do?"

"I thought you did a great job!" I wrapped her in my arms and enjoyed the solidity of her body against mine, the smell of sweat on her from her onstage antics.

"What song was your favorite?" she slipped from my arms, cocked her hip and chewed on a fingernail. I had to restrain myself from dragging her home right then and there.

"I really like the techno. You should pick from some of my running music."

"Maybe next time. Oh hey, Don! How's it going?" She dashed past me to go shake Don's hand as he moved through the crowd towards us. As always, jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt, showing off those perfectly cut arm muscles.

He seemed sheepish to see Jessie in such a state of dress, and very deliberately locked eyes with me after shaking her hand. "Gary, good to see you too." Glancing back to my lover then fixating on me again, "So how was the show?"

"I think we did pretty good. Crowd enjoyed i - "

"Don, you were supposed to show up to actually WATCH!" McKenna walked over and gave him a hug.

"Had to watch my sister's kid and she ran late at work, sorry."

McKenna uncharacteristically didn't say anything bratty in response, just grabbed his hand. "C'mon, I want you to meet the band."

He raised his eyebrows at me, waved at the two of us as he headed back through the crowd.

Jessie gave me a weird look, shrugged, and then dragged me after them.

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We got home late, driving the long way home with the windows open in the cooling-but-still-hot near-summer air. The city was starting to smell like fireworks, whistles and pops in the distance signifying the approach of the Independence Day holiday. The lukewarm wind blew through my hair as we drove, and I could smell smoke and the river and slowly cooling concrete in the air.

Glancing over, I could see Jessie fidgeting in the seat next to me, lit by the green of the console lights and the regular flashes of acidic orange streetlight as we passed under them. She seemed possessed of manic energy, the rush of an athletic performance not anywhere close to burning out.

What a beautiful day to be alive.

I parked in our massive garage, and the truck had barely stopped before Jessie dove out and sprinted inside. I chuckled and followed her inside.

I found her in the barely lit kitchen, having already drained a bottle of water. She passed me in a whirlwind, heading for the liquor cabinet, and I heard glasses clink, watched her pour two fingers of Wild Turkey for each of us. "Grab me a Coke, Gary?"

I grabbed two red cans from the fridge and Jessie brought my drink over. We tapped glasses and she smiled broadly at me, her distinctive feral grin a combination of intelligence and seduction. "Thanks for being there tonight, daddy."

"Wouldn't miss it. You sang your ass off tonight." I gave her a blatant ogle up and down. "And you look like a million bucks."

She stepped in close to nibble my neck. "I'm worth a lot more than that. And I fuck like even more."

"What'd I mi - oh, sorry guys."

Jessie stepped away and I turned to see Sienna exiting the stairwell. Clad in flannel pants and a t-shirt, she looked like she'd just stepped out of the shower, hair clinging to her scalp, patches of damp on her clothes.

My schoolgirl-dressed lover ran over and gave the blonde a hug. "No worries, we just got back from the show and were having a drink. You want one?"

"Sure. How'd it go? You were playing three new songs tonight, right?"

"It went great, we sounded awesome!" Jessie dug in the freezer for ice cubes, dropped several into each of our glasses and poured some liquor for Sienna.

"Was there, can confirm. They sounded awesome." I said.

"That's great!" Sienna sipped at the amber liquid, made a face, and swirled the ice. "I woulda been there, but it wasn't my shift and I didn't want Jane out that late if she didn't have to be. And besides, Mike wasn't around to babysit."

"No, she was not." The gothic woman's eyes widened conspiratorially. "She was hanging all over Don's arm after the show."

"Don, Don... That construction worker friend of yours that was here for Thanksgiving?"

"The very same," I replied. "He's been giving her private shooting lessons, and I'm guessing she wants him to give her something else in private soon."

Sienna looked shocked at my allusion, then burst out laughing. "I hope she gets some, that man is gorgeous! His arms..." she trailed off dreamily.

"He does like to show them off." Jessie splashed more bourbon into her glass and mine. "Is Jane asleep?"

The blonde nodded. "Yeah. Got her to bed around nine, was doing some, uh, reading. Didn't want to disturb you two when you got home."

"We're gonna go sit out on the front porch," Jessie told her. "You wanna join us?"

"Sure."

We tread quietly through the darkened house, opened the front door, and I took the top step of the porch, Jessie sitting between my knees one step down, sienna on the same step a few feet away. The night air had cooled a little more but was still pleasantly warm. Off to the left, the Milwaukee metro area polluted the night sky with its harsh downtown lights, but closer to us, the stars were visible, the only light being streetlights and porches. Shadowed hulks of trees shifted in the soft wind, darker still against the dark above.

"Beautiful night," I said to no one in particular.

"Yes, it is." There was a hint of melancholy in Sienna's voice.

"What did you do today, See?" Jessie asked. Her head was resting against my abdomen and she very delicately shifted it back and forth, making me aware of her proximity to my privates.

Tease.

Sienna sighed. "Shift at the store this morning. Jane and I cleaned this afternoon. She likes spraying Windex on the windows."

I chuckled at the thought of the tiny girl dousing the panes of glass. The spray bottle was almost as big as she was.

"We'll do laundry tomorrow, and then I'd like to take her to the park. Jess, you want to play some basketball?"

"That sounds lovely."

"I'll go and entertain the kiddo on the slides if you two want to get a couple games in."

The blonde raised her tumbler in my direction. "I will take you up on that."

We clinked glasses and Jessie reached out with the bottle to give us all a refill.

This was a beautiful night. Good company, good drink, beautiful view, soft breeze. I closed my eyes and relaxed.

"What do you guys have planned besides going to the park with us?" Sienna inquired. "Just so I know, like, when I can get in and get the laundry."

I shrugged. "Lift and a run sounds nice. Might take a swim out back if the weather holds."

"Show me how to check the filter and pump on that and I'll add it to my list."

"Gotcha."

Between my knees, Jessie turned and gave me a yearning look. "We'll probably be getting up around ten or so. I plan on staying in bed late, and I'm so wired, I don't think there's much sleeping gonna happen tonight."

I chuckled again, stroked her hair. She damn near purred. Then my gothic lover straightened, turned, and straddled my lap. "We should go upstairs," she whispered in my ear.

"Another drink and then we will. It's a nice night, I want to stay out a bit longer."

She leaned back, her slight frame barely registering as weight on my lap, and refilled my glass.

Sienna looked at us slightly uncomfortably and drained her glass, rose to standing. "I think that's my cue to go to bed. You guys have a nice night. Thanks for the drink."

"You want to join us?"

On my lap, Jessie stiffened, then inhaled deeply and leaned in to begin kissing my neck. Sienna stopped in her tracks. "What?" Her voice was small, quiet.

I couldn't believe I'd said it. There was no taking it back, no unringing the bell. The Rubicon had been crossed.

Might as well commit.

"Would you like to join us? Upstairs."

"You mean..."

"Yeah." I wasn't capable of much detailed speech with the raven-haired nympho on my lap trying to make out with my collarbone. Fuck that was wonderfully distracting.

Sienna sat down heavily beside me. "Gary, I... This isn't a good idea."

Jessie straightened. "Maybe not. But would you like to?"

She swallowed hard. "I mean yeah, I would, but... You guys are together. And I live with you. And there's history. And this would just be...fuck! I can't believe you..." She made an aggravated growling noise and grabbed the bottle, splashed more Turkey into her tumbler and downed it.

"Yeah, Jessie and I are together. And not like... Tori and I were. We actually are a couple. We really do use the "love" word, and regularly." Jessie giggled at my phrasing. "But you know we both enjoy multiple partners. I mean c'mon, how many times have McKenna or Ashley left the second floor at two in the morning. Its sex. It's scratching an itch."

"And I live with you. I LIKE the arrangement we have right now, even if I OCCASIONALLY feel like I'm taking advantage of you guys. If I were to...if we were to... that'd get messy. And I don't want you feeling like..." her voice trailed off, and she stared into the bottom of her glass.

"No one's gonna hold it against you, See. If you want to come to bed with us, you can. If you don't want to, that's fine too. Either way, we're not gonna kick you out. Neither answer will piss us off. Jessie just told me that you were... Missing it... And I thought I'd offer."

She looked up and over at me, between me and the lithe brunette on my lap, back and forth a few times before staring me down. The pain and want and confusion on her face was obvious. "I'd join you in a second if I thought you wouldn't think I was trying to get back together with you. I don't want to hurt you like that again. I don't want to get hurt like that again."

"Long as you don't try to steal my daddy, there's no problem. You literally CAN'T come between us, he already walked away from Tori once." Jessie sat back on my lap and I ogled her costumed body.

Sienna gave me a weird look. "I'll have to hear THAT story sometime."

"It's painful," I told her. "So yeah. Jessie said you were missing sex. I thought I'd offer. Yes or no, we're cool. And just so we're all on the same page, I told her I kissed you."

"I was jealous," the schoolgirl said, pouting. "Of him, not you," she quickly corrected.

"Why did you do that, by the way? I've been... Thinking... About that for weeks."

I blushed, hoped no one would see it in the gloom. "You were hurting. It seemed like that would help." I swallowed, ground my teeth together, tried to phrase this in my head before I gave it voice. "I do have an... Affection... For you, See. I always have. It's different now. Things here aren't as messy as they were in Minneapolis, and as long as we're all square with each other..." I shrugged. "Jessie and I separate sex from attachment really well when we want to."

Sienna sighed, turned her attention to the wooden steps, just about set them on fire with her glare. After a long while, she said "So if I said 'yes' then what happens."

"We all go upstairs and fuck," Jessie replied frankly. "And it's a lot of fun. Unless Gary gets out the paddle. That's not so fun."

"I remember," the blonde said with a smirk. "That thing stung like a bitch."

"It does."

I reached out a hand, rested it on her shoulder, warm and solid under my palm. "Yes or no, it truly doesn't matter to me. I want you to be happy, which is why I'm offering. We always were good in bed, you always seemed to have fun."

"No shit," she chuckled.

"And honestly, I'd really like to jump in the sack with you," Jessie chimed in.

"I think she's had a little too much Turkey."

"Just enough," she giggled.

"Can we do this like adults?" the blonde asked quietly. "Three people coming together to have some mutually beneficial sexual release. No feelings, new or leftover. Nothing held against each other? Cuz yeah, I'd really, really like to..."

"Nothing changes. No hard feelings, right, Jessie?"

"Oh, I'm sure something else will be hard."

We burst out laughing, and it felt like the tension dissipated somewhat.

"So... Just, like, sex... Or like we used to do?" Sienna asked, staring off down the street, and presumably, back in time. "Whips and chains and leashes and all the real fun add-ons?"

"I'm preferable to the package deal," Jessie replied. "But whatever you're comfortable with. Are you comfortable with joining us in bed? With...me?"

The blonde looked her up and down. "I'm at least partly bi, I can appreciate, get turned on by a beautiful woman. I've had sex with women before, I'm sure we'd have fun. And Gary would have fun with us, or watching." Her voice had deepened slightly, lust infusing it.

"Like this?" One arm around my shoulder, Jessie leaned forward towards Sienna, hooked the back of her neck with her other hand, and pulled her gently. The blonde hesitated slightly, then turned her face and accepted my lover's soft kiss. I watched their eyes close, lips moving against lips, heard the intake of breath, Jessie's quiet moan. In my jeans, my cock swelled uncomfortably for the amount of confinement it was currently experiencing.

The two women parted, faces just inches apart, looking into each other's eyes. Sienna licked her lips. Jessie bit her lower lip and looked at the ground. I marveled at how different they looked, one rail-thin, black-haired, so pale she practically glowed in the moonlight; the other a classically proportioned blonde, wide green cat-like eyes, a body and face practically built for modeling.

And they'd just kissed in front of me, were slowly working out how the three of us would have sex tonight.

My life is weird.

Great, but weird.

"You wanna join us?" Jessie asked quietly.

"Yeah." It was equally quiet. A pause, then "Give me like half an hour to make myself presentable?"

"You got it."

"Gary. Jessie. I'll... See you?" Sienna practically fled back into the house.

"What have we done?" I asked Jessie, now leaning back on my lap, hands on my knees.

"Set up a really fun threesome?"

"You're insatiable."

"Fuckin A right." The gothic girl wrapped me in a hug and ground her pelvis back and forth. "I can't wait to get fucked with her..."

"Let's get upstairs." I picked Jessie up with both hands under her flat bottom, and she giggled, wrapped herself around me, and kissed me hard. Lips ground against mine, and her tongue invaded my mouth aggressive until it brushed mine, then surrendering. She moaned quietly as I carried her indoors.

"Computer, good night," I announced. The house rumbled briefly with the sound of the metal shades flipping down, and my ears, attuned after three years of listening, could hear the deadbolts slam shut.

I might be paranoid, but I'd been shot three times. I'd earned the right to be.

I carried Jessie up to the second floor easily, while she clung to me and tried to distract me with lips against my face and neck, her hips rolling, groin grinding against my pelvis.

"You're gonna make me trip and then we're gonna fall and die," I told her in the stairwell.

She laughed and ground harder against me. "It's impossible to feel this thing so big, and so hard against me and not get turned on..."

I dumped her back on the bed when we reached our bedroom, and she shifted sultrily on it, sliding her hand down her exposed midriff, into the hem of her skirt. "I love you, Gary."

I looked down at the masturbating brunette, contemplating the road that had led me to here. "I love you too, Jessie. More than you know."

She bounded off the bed with a laugh. "Let me freshen up before Sienna gets here. I'm still all sweaty from singing tonight."

"Shower," I suggested.

"Nah, I wanna get fucked in my schoolgirl outfit."

I watched as she strutted for the bathroom and shut the door, and then I flopped down on the bed. What had I done?

Something potentially very fun.

Something potentially very messy.

I'd thought I'd closed that chapter of my life, but here I was again, about to bring Sienna into my bed again, with another psycho true believer gunning for me. Maybe McConaughey was right in that one show, and time really was a flat circle.

The minutes ticked by interminably, sounds of washing up coming from the bathroom, no sounds of Sienna outside the bedroom door.

Strangely, I was ok with this repetition in my life. I liked the girl. I liked fucking her. It seemed like we'd all grown in the intervening years, like this could be just healthy exercise and release. And I was in an infinitely better place to confront violence than I was last time. I couldn't change it, stop it, I could only fight back. And I was a lot better at that than I was last time.

I tried to slow my hammering heart with deep, steady breaths.

Why was I nervous? Pre-date jitters? I didn't think I got those anymore.

The door opened and Jessie crossed the floor, smiling at me before folding herself over me and crawling up my torso. "Hey, daddy."

"Hey, babygirl."

"You ok?" She'd untied her hair and tucked a hanging strand behind her ear.

"Yeah. You?"

"I am. Looking forward to what happens next?"

"A little apprehensive, but yes."

"Same here." Jessie sat back and hiked her short, plaid shirt up so she could straddle my waist, and then began grinding her panty-clad pussy against the bulge in my jeans. "I was expecting to get used and fucked after the show. This is a nice change." Her voice was low and dark. "Now I get to please you even more, by being a dirty girl with another, really hot girl. I know that turns you on, doesn't it daddy? Seeing my tongue in another girl's cunt, watching us make out, two mouths, two sets of hands on your cock. Two wet holes, side by side, for you to fuck..."

Her grinding grew more frenzied, and I could feel the heat of her through her underwear and my pants. I think she was trying to get herself off before the main event even began.