Searching for Beth in Chapter 3.
Over the next few days, things at the grill went smoothly. Trevor and I had different shifts; I was mostly in the mornings, while he worked evenings. I tried my best to act normal around him, but I couldn't help thinking about that night. I occasionally ran into Jamie in the hallways, but we were always in a rush, so we just waved and smiled.
That changed over the weekend. I was home after work, showered, and relaxing when there was a knock at my door. It was Jamie, full of energy and a smile. She presented me with a bottle of wine and said, "Howdy, neighbor!" in a mock Southern accent. She wanted to know all about my first week at work and prompted me to open the bottle. Despite my initial hesitation — I had a small kitchen table with two old chairs from my parents' house and no wine glasses — I agreed. We went to her apartment, where I was surprised to find a beautiful mahogany table with a round, smaller kitchen space. It was decorated with spices and herbs, much like my own place. Jamie didn't wait for me to comment; she found glasses and led me into her bedroom.
This room was nicer than mine, with a comfortable sofa in front of a glass table. There were candles and oil diffusers that filled the room with a lovely, fresh scent. While our apartments were similar in size, hers was more charmingly decorated. As I sat next to Jamie, I couldn't help feeling a little jealous, as I was worried about my ability to afford my upcoming rent.
Jamie poured us both glasses of wine and urged me to tell her everything about my new job and my first week. She wore a simple white blouse and jeans, looking both elegant and casual. My own appearance made me feel self-conscious, as I usually wore a vest to hide my belly, which would stretch the buttons when I sat down. I tried to focus on telling Jamie about Bart's Grill.
"Oh wait, you work at Bart's Grill?" she asked. "I know someone who works there, Trevor. Have you met him?" I affirmatively replied and mentioned my positive impression of Trevor.
"He's a really nice guy. Lots of fun too. We should go out for drinks together sometime," she suggested. My mind swirled as I tried to focus on our conversation.
Jamie asked me about my home life and my family. I provided some information, and she expressed feelings of envy about my having six brothers. I explained that while it had its moments, I loved them and they were protective of me. She assured me it would be nice to have siblings, but also a little overwhelming. I reminded her that my brothers were very protective of me, even offering to beat up my ex-boyfriend, who had broken up with me. Jamie expressed surprise and sympathy. I assured her that even though it wasn't heartbreaking, it wasn't the first fight or breakup in our relationship. In between sips of wine, I relaxed a bit and sensed that Jamie might be feeling tipsy as well.
Jamie was interested in my family's farm, so I shared some information. Jamie probed me about my relationship with my brothers, suggesting that they might've overreacted to my ex-boyfriend's actions. I assured her that although it could've been seen as overprotective, they cared for me deeply. We continued chatting, finishing the bottle of wine and feeling more at ease. She asked me about my thoughts on her friend Trevor. "He seems nice," I said, slowly slurring my words. Jamie mentioned that Trevor was fun and that we should go out for drinks sometime. Again, I didn't commit to a date, but promised to consider it. She then asked me what I enjoyed doing in my free time.
I turned my attention to Jamie, noticing her beauty and charisma. She was beautiful in a casual, yet stylish way. I told her that I enjoyed baking when I had time. But I often felt busy and overwhelmed at work. She told me that she loved cooking and baking, and that we should try it together soon. I nodded, not making any solid commitments. She grew more animated, saying that we could even become roommates and split cooking and expenses. For some reason, my mind instantly envisioned myself living with Jamie and cooking and baking with her. Again, I didn't make any promises, promising only to consider the idea.
As we continued talking, Jamie started laughing at something and asked if I had any hobbies. I mentioned that I liked gardening, planting herbs and vegetables. She talked about how important it was to have plants around the house. We shared a bit about the plants in our apartments, and she then asked if I'd be interested in going to the market together soon to pick up some. She clearly wanted to plan activities with me and share more of her life with me. I said yes, not meant to make any promises, but to enjoy her idea.
Jamie began sharing stories from her own life and jobs in the past, and we both continued chatting. I started feeling sleepy and knew I needed to go to bed. Jamie was seemingly just as tired, as her energy slowed down. I thanked her for the wine and the conversation. When she opened the door for me to leave, she looked into my eyes and said, "I really enjoyed this, but you should get some rest too."
We waved goodbye and parted ways, with me going back home. As I unlocked my door, I noticed that she had left one stem of a flower in the wine bottle behind. I examined the flower and smiled, feeling a little warm and comforted by our time together.
"I agree, he had good intentions, I'm not familiar with Mark but he seemed to let someone exceptional slip through his fingers." I felt embarrassed and attempted to deflect her compliment, but she persisted, "Don't be shy! You're a true treasure, and I'm confident that in no time you'll be turning away admirers with a stick." She added with a wink, "Or offering them a spin, if that's your preference, of course." My face turned scarlet and I felt my thighs warming up. Jamie consumed the rest of her drink and disclosed that she might go out later, and I said I was too worn out to go out so late (it was only just past eight). I acknowledged that I truly enjoyed her inviting me over, and she enclosed me in a hug and revealed that she comprehended what it felt like to be a newcomer. Then, she departed with the intention of taking me to her room. I regained my footing slightly unsteadily and accompanied her to her bedroom. Once I turned the corner, she delved into the closet and I found myself scrutinizing her bedroom.
Her mattress wasn't massive, only a bit larger than mine and just sufficient for two, yet she had a tiny dressing table beside the closet, positioned beside the bed, and a dazzling string of lights adorned the head of the bed, casting a gentle radiance over the entire bedroom. Both our bedrooms had windows exposed to a nearby street, yet she obstructed it with a full-length tapestry, lending the entire space a soft, relaxed ambiance. The head of her bed was adjacent to the wall adjacent to mine, and in that moment, I couldn't help but imagine the scene I'd overheard the week before:
I envisioned Trevor lying down on the bed, his erect penis jutting up, and as I watched Jamie continuing her search in the closet, I imagined her ascending onto the bed and up Trevor's legs and wrapping her lips around his member. I witnessed in my mind's eye her pausing for breath and informing him that his penis was so large it hardly accommodated her mouth.
Wait, if he was lying down, how did he bang the wall so forcefully? I asked myself and struggled to conceive of an alternative scenario, but I'm disgraced to admit that I didn't possess adequate imagination or experience to deduce how that could have manifested. I peered beneath the bed and thought I perceived a bag bearing the emblem of a known camera manufacturer and nearly had a heart attack as I realized that I couldn't decipher where the camera might be.
"Here it is!" she delivered a black leather jacket and offered it to me. I was stunned, I assumed she wouldn't possess anything that would fit me, but she appeared resolute. I received it and rather ungracefully put it on. Jamie shut the closet door which had a mirror on the outside and practically pushed me in front of it.
"Fuck me," I pondered. It actually fit me incredibly well and damn if I didn't look appealing in it. The sweater vest would have to go and probably not this skirt, I thought, but certainly, I could make it work.
"Wow, girl, you look buoyant!" Jamie stated and bit her lower lip. I felt my world begin to revolve as she did.
"I can't-" I started but Jamie practically drowned me out.
"Don't be daft, it doesn't suit me, I'll just donate it to charity if you don't take it. You look remarkable in it! Think of it as a relocation present. Sorry it's not a blender or something." I giggled a bit and gazed at myself in the mirror once more. I'd never worn a jacket like that before. I appeared like a chic urban lady, I thought.
I thanked her and she pressed her lips to my cheek. "I understand you're zonked, no worries, but if you ever yearn for some merry-making, just send me a message, darling - you and I could stir up quite a commotion, I'm sure." She, of course, meant going out for drinks, I assured myself. She most likely did, in retrospect.Or maybe... the voice in my head speculated but I refused to acknowledge it and said goodbye to Jamie before retreating to my own apartment. In contrast to hers, mine seemed drab and dismal.So mundane. I had to accomplish something about it, I decreed: If at all possible, I required to be capable of reciprocating her generosity and have her over. Unfortunately, I couldn't fathom how I was going to be able to afford it.
After taking a couple of sips of water, I stayed in bed, my mind wandering back to Jamie's room. What was it that had me so hooked? "You're not gay," a voice inside me repeated. "Right?" My heart raced even as I said it. Growing up, it had never crossed my mind that being gay was a possibility. My parents weren't conservative homophobes or anything, but it would've complicated things, so to say. "I'm not gay," I told myself. I was merely curious, fascinated even.
I had been incredibly horny over the last few days, a feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time, but I had resisted the urge to indulge. I didn't engage in self-pleasure often, but these days the thought kept creeping into my head, causing me to stop myself every time.
I donned my pajamas and got into bed. As on most nights, I slipped on my earplugs and turned on the TV, refusing to acknowledge the arousal emanating from my lower body. Soon, I drifted off to sleep.
Around midnight, I startled awake due to noises coming through the wall. I heard the front door open and close and the lock turn behind Jamie. I assumed she'd dropped her purse and clothes on the floor. Then I heard her say something, but there was no response, suggesting she was speaking to herself. After a while, she moved to her bedroom, and I distinctly heard the noise of Velcro being ripped open, causing my heart to pound.
"Hello, everyone! It's me again -- your favorite slut. I'd planned to record today, but after coming back home from a night out, I'm feeling exceptionally naughty. I've been reading all your filthy comments on the last video, and they've got me so horny," came Jamie's voice. A series of wet, sloppy noises occurred. "I even want a real one. A warm, hard cock from one of you," she said, moaning. "I'll treat it so nicely, I promise. I'll suck it just like this..."
I moved closer to the wall and listened with greater interest. "Will you join me, Beth?," she voiced out, but not in the original context. Other than that, her words were a true reflection of events. She continued pleading for someone to meet her needs and indulge her desires.
My hand moved down towards my groin, setting me alight. I fought the urge to make noise and chose to bury my face into my pillow instead. As I touched myself through my pajamas, my body shivered.
"Come on, fuck me! Fuck me, and I'll share my body however you want. I just need to be fucked by a man with a large, thick cock!" moaned Jamie on the other side of the wall. I desperately wanted to then, yet the limitations of my upbringing stopped me. It would have been scandalous to buy sex toys, so all I had were my hands. I moved my fingers up and down my clitoris, and slid one finger deep inside of me, trying to delay my imminent climax. The burning sensation in my thighs and the wet walls of my pussy were a testament to my anticipation. The embarrassing thought crossed my mind that I wouldn't last very long before letting out a sound. I held my pillow close to my face, muffling any noises I made.
"That's it, that's it..." Jamie moaned as she enjoyed herself. "Fuck me, I don't care. I'll even take it raw if you please me..." more slopping noises. "Spread your legs for me. Mmm, how pretty you are... Ah, you can come in here and fuck me. Ah, fuck me in any way you'd like."
I could no longer resist the pleasure that was building inside me. My right hand made its way down my pajamas past my pubic hair. I ran my fingers between my labia, spreading them open slightly. The heat emanating from my body overwhelmed me, and I felt the need to be silent. I muffled my moans with my pillow. I pressed a finger onto my clitoris and slid the other hand lower, positioning it against my wet vulva. I stroked my clitoris and pushed a finger deeper into my pussy. After several moments, though, my body reached the point of no return. My legs burned, and the tightness of my pussy revealed my arousal. I burrowed deeper into my pillow as my body tensed up and released a wave of pleasure. I wished I had a partner to share this experience with, but my situation left only me to contend with.
"Arghh! Jamie exclaimed loudly, and my mind painted a vivid picture of her arching her back and thrashing about in the bedroom from the other side of the wall, just as I'd envisioned a week prior but now more explicit. I climaxed, hard. I'd been desperately craving a release for almost a week, and this was just what I needed. My legs wobbled, my entire body shook and jerked as I roared my climax into my pillow, forgetting for a brief moment about everything else. Jamie cried out on the other side and then let out a long, deep moan as she settled down - it seemed fuller than last time. Then quiet. I lay still, my breath heaving, my heart pounding, and my body soaked in pleasure and relief. My sheets were drenched in sweat and wetness. I pulled my hands from under the covers, horrified at the stickiness on my thighs. I had never experienced an orgasm like that in my life, not even close.
After a while, Jamie's voice broke the silence.
"I hope everyone enjoyed that. I certainly did. Be sure to leave a comment with your email, and who knows? I'll catch up with you again in a few weeks. Ta-ta for now." I heard her blow a kiss, assuming she was speaking directly to me. I calmed down gradually, and as Jamie stepped out of the room as she had done before, so did I. But this time, I didn't have any clean sheets."
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