A couple of hours of talking out things had made both of them feel better, and she saw that he was happy when he left.
The scene replayed itself the next night, and then Wednesday night. Dex would come over and they would talk. They talked and talked until they’d analyzed every facet of the various feelings that they’d had for each other over the past couple of days, and she found that she could be more honest with him than anyone she’d ever known, family included.
At one point, they somehow got on the topic of fantasies, and she surprised herself with some of the things she’d admitted. Dexter’s were typical guy fantasies, and she already had an idea or two forming in her mind to surprise him with.
After Wednesday, it seemed like the cloud that was hanging over the two of them had passed. When he came over on Thursday, they didn’t go and hide in her room, and chose to stay on the couch instead.
As she flipped around the TV, the door to the second bedroom opened and John and Donna both came out. Dexter waved, and John seemed to breathe easier after they both hesitated to come over.
Walking directly up to Dex, John offered a heartfelt apology and the two men had a short but meaningful conversation. In the end, they shook hands, and John smiled and then grabbed Donna, offering her up to Dex as a way to make amends.
Dex politely declined, clutched Jessie close to him and nuzzling her hair as she leaned back into his chest. The two spent the rest of the evening snuggling on the couch like an old married couple. Jessie found it delightful.
The next day, she got a call from her mother when she was at work.
“Jessica?” her mother asked.
“Yes, Mom, you called my number,” she pointed out. “What’s up?”
“We wanted to see if you wanted to go and eat tonight,” she said.
“Sure,” Jessie replied. “Is it okay to bring my boyfriend?”
“Of course,” her mother replied. “I was going to suggest just that.”
The two spoke a few more minutes, and after, she shot a text off to her boyfriend to let him know that they had plans that night.
As for her work, it had been relatively normal that week. She made sure to let her boss know that she was starting classes soon and he confirmed that it was okay for her to leave when she needed to.
That evening, she’d told Dex that she was planning to go over and clean. They’d both decided that it was best if she stayed clothed, since they didn’t want her to antagonize or lead his father on anymore.
Dex had pointed out that his dad didn’t know that what happened between he and Jessie during the party hadn’t actually been acceptable. Jessie said that she figured as much, but that they would both have to do their best not to let him in on the fact that they’d crossed a line they shouldn’t have.
Still, she knew she was going to have the urge to be flirty at times, especially since she vividly remembered how incredible both times had been with Don, and Dex had told her again and again that he understood her wanting to be herself. She didn’t mention the incredible sex part though, not wanting to give him any reason to doubt her affection. He told her that he didn’t want it getting out of hand and hurting either of them, or his dad. After that had been settled, she promised to do her best to behave herself. He pointed out that she could just stop cleaning their house for them, but she told him that wasn’t going to happen. They needed her and that was all there was to it.
After work, she went over and unlocked the door, letting herself in. Don was in the living room, and she waved sweetly at him.
“Oh, come here,” he said, smiling and beckoning her in. “We’re okay to hug, aren’t we?”
“Of course,” she said, smiling.
“Well come here then,” he replied.
She grinned and did as he asked, practically skipping over and jumping into his lap to get the offered hug. He grunted as she landed and wrapped his arms around her. Sitting on his lap as if he were Santa, he pulled her down and kissed her, softly caressing her back as he did so.
Smiling, she accepted the kiss and even took it a little further, pushing her tongue briefly into his mouth. Smiling, she backed up and chuckled.
“I assumed that my son told you that we were going to have to stop being intimate,” he said.
She smiled. “Oh, he did. But someone wanted me to come sit in their lap and kiss me. I’m not a girl to say no to that.”
He chuckled. “Fair enough,” he said. “I just wanted you to know that I really appreciate what you and Dex did for me. It was a big gift from my son, one that I’ll never be able to repay. Having sex with you was an incredible, once in a lifetime experience,” he said.
She giggled. “Well, twice.”
He smirked at her for a moment, then continued. “I just don’t want to be the cause of any bent feelings between you and Dexter.”
She nodded. “I understand. Dex and I talked about it and came up with a plan. See?” she said, gesturing down to her clothing. “I’m not all naked and undulating all over you while I clean.”
He laughed at that and seemed to concede the point. “Again though, Jessie, thank you.”
She smiled, kissing him once more before standing. “I better get started. Are you hungry?” she asked.
“Not yet,” he said. “I’ll let you know when I am though. How’s that?”
“Wonderful,” she said, smiling. “Wait, I totally forgot about your date! When is it?”
He chuckled. “Tomorrow night,” he said. She smiled and spoke to him for a few more minutes, asking if he was nervous. Surprisingly, he wasn’t, and she helped him pick out a nice set of clothes to wear.
After that, she looked around the house for a few minutes and got a plan of action in her head before heading to the closet in the hallway that she had sequestered for her cleaning supplies. Smiling and humming a happy tune, she pulled out what she needed and got started.
The next day, she got in to work and sat down to start going through some more papers. She smiled sweetly at Taylor and the two gabbed for a little while. Mr. Murphy called the secretary in to bring him some coffee, which she did immediately.
A few minutes later, he buzzed Jessie to come in, so she turned and winked at Taylor and went in. He was sitting at his desk, working on something, and looked up as she came in, smiling genuinely at her.
“Good morning,” he said. “Panties?” he asked.
She smiled, hiking her skirt up and showing him that she was indeed bare down there. He smiled widely, his gaze lingering, so she continued to hold them up and let him look. Briefly wondering if he was going to jerk off, she was disappointed when he smiled and told her she could return to her desk.
She forced a smiled, then turned, heading back out of the office and frowning again at Taylor.
“What’s going on?” the blonde asked.
Jessie sighed. “Well, he’s not been himself lately,” she said. “Something going on with him that he hasn’t told me?”
Taylor gave her a bewildered shrug but didn’t look back at her work. “How’s he different?”
“Well,” Jessie said, rolling her chair out and over toward Taylor’s desk, “I signed an agreement with him that basically says I’ll do whatever he wants me to do, but all he ever says is that I can’t wear panties.”
“What?” Taylor asked, whisper-yelling at her.
“What?” Jessie replied, not understanding what had her so baffled.
“You signed a paper saying he could have sex with you?” she whispered.
“Huh? No, it says that I’ll perform all duties that he requests of me. I mean, I guess that could also mean sex, but I wouldn’t do that. Plus, I’ve got a boyfriend. The most I ever do is get flirty with him.”
Taylor sighed and shook her head. “Wait, wait, wait, back up. You aren’t wearing panties?” she asked.
Jessie giggled and flashed her quickly.
“Oh my God,” Taylor mouthed to her. “What is wrong with you?” she whispered.
It was Jessie’s turn to look at her bewildered. “What’s wrong with that?”
“Oh my God,” Taylor repeated, lowering her head dramatically to the desk for a second. “Honey, he’s your boss! It’s SO inappropriate! You can’t let him tell you not to wear panties! That son-of-a-bitch!”
Jessie raised an eyebrow and looked at her, confused and not understanding where the hostility was coming from. “I’m not sure I understand.”
“What don’t you understand?” Taylor asked, standing and coming over to sit on Jessie’s desk. “He’s using you and he doesn’t have any right to!”
Jessie smirked and shook her head. “No, no, no, you don’t understand. Taylor, I like that he wants to see me like this. Don’t you enjoy when guys are falling all over themselves for you?”
Taylor sat back and thought for a minute. “He’s not forcing you to do this?”
She sighed and shook her head. “The contract I signed was something I used to get him to come out of his shell a little more. I mean, come on, can’t you tell when he’s looking down your blouse, or staring at your ass.”
“Well, yeah, but I don’t let him see my damn vagina!”
Jessie giggled, wondering just how much of a stick-in-the-mud her co-worker actually was.
“Listen, I’m different from other girls. For me, there’s few things better than a man ogling me and wanting to fuck me. It’s… empowering… exciting. It makes me have all sorts of wicked thoughts.”
“You like it?” Taylor asked.
“You can’t tell me that you don’t get at least a little bit of a thrill from a man thinking you’re attractive.”
Taylor looked a little exasperated for a moment, then stammered a response. “I… guess… I…”
“Exactly,” Jessie said. “In truth, the most he ever usually does is look at me. He used to go to the bathroom and jerk off, but I told him it was nonsense and that he could do it in front of me.”
Taylor was again shocked.
“Oh stop, now we’re just talking about degrees of sexuality. It’s okay for him to look at my pussy, but he can’t enjoy it or take care of the problem that looking at it gives him?”
She didn’t seem to have an answer for that.
“Anyway, the point is, that all he’s done is just look and see if I was wearing panties today. I mean, he does that every day. He hasn’t jerked off at all this week and I’m getting concerned.”
Taylor still didn’t have anything to say, and Jessie figured she was still processing.