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Chapter 59: Wet Dream*
Jayden’s eyes widened, he couldn’t believe his ears. Of course he wanted her to touch it, he had seen through some special online videos, how much excitement a man gets when a woman touches his cock. But...
"Tasha, it’s too soon." he muttered. "I don’t know if you..."
"I want to touch it, Jayden." she cut in sharply, her voice soft, but commanding.
Jayden gulped, he was shocked at Tasha’s sudden take-charge personality. It made him remember what the internet had said about people’s personlity changing during sex.
Tasha sighed, seeing Jayden hesitate. "We’re not doing it, Jayden... not until I’m 18. But that doesn’t mean i can’t touch you... or feel you. C’mon, i just want to help."
Jayden sighed in relief, hearing her words. He’d originally thought she... they were going to do it. But it turns out, she just wanted to see... and touch.
"Okay, as you wish." he smiled.
Tasha smirked in excitement, like someone who had just won the lottery. She didn’t wait for him, her hands found their way to his pants, her fingers fumbling with the button as she tried to free his little brother. Jayden helped her, his hands covering hers as he quickly undid his pants and freed his throbbing dick.
Tasha gasped as she took in the sight of him, and for a moment, she forgot to breath. It was even bigger in person. Fat, long and thick.
She gulped, subconsciously licking her lips at the thought of having it inside her. But she quickly threw the thought away and focused on ’helping’ Jayden.
She took a deep breath and wrapped her hands around his shaft, her heart thumping in excitement. She had never done this before, but she that didn’t seem like a problem.
Her brain went into autopilot and she began stroking him gently. Moving her hands up and down slowly and steadily.
~Ughhh!
Jayden groaned, his head falling back as Tasha’s hand moved up and down his shaft. He could feel the pleasure building, his body tensing as Tasha’s hand moved faster.
Her hands felt like magic on his dick, and he didn’t want her to stop. He had never felt such kind of pleasure in his life, it was exhilarating.
Jayden’s chest heaved, his breath shallow, his heart pounding so loud he could barely hear anything else. Tasha’s warm hands lingered on his dick like a ghost, their closeness still electrifying the air between them.
She kept stroking him, moving faster by second. Jayden clenched the bedsheet tightly, trying to hold back from moaning. He was close to orgasm.
Tasha noticed this and smirked in a silent determination, she began stroking his dick even faster than before, and Jayden could help it.
~Mmhhn!
He moaned in pleasure, eyes closed, trying to savor the sensation. It felt so good to feel Tasha’s hands rub against his dick in that manner.
And the thought of it agitated the orgasm process, his excitement almost reaching its peak.
"Tasha... Ugh..." he grunted. "I think I’m gonna come."
Tasha increased her pace, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She wanted to see Jayden cum, it was probably one her fantasies... who knows.
But just as he was finally about to climox... about to reach the peak of ecstasy... about to cum all over the place...
"Jayden! Mum and dad left for their date without leaving dinner for us. Come cook or we might have to order pizza!"
A familiar playful voice shattered the moment—like a stone through glass. And it seemed to have come from just behind the door.
"Jessica..." Jayden whispered, panic and guilt flooding his veins.
Tasha’s hands trembled as she pulled herself together, hastily fixing her clothes, brushing her hair back with shaky fingers. "Oh my gosh, I didn’t think she’d—" she stopped, her words dying in her throat as the doorknob turned.
The door creaked open and Jessica walked in, looking bored, casual, and unaware. Until...
"By the way, have you seen Tasha? I couldn’t find..." she froze as her gaze landed on them.
Her brown eyes widened, taking in the sight: Jayden sitting on the bed with his massive dick standing erect in the open, Tasha sitting close by, her bra peeking out beneath her rumpled shirt, their ruffled hair, their flushed faces... the undeniable intimacy hanging thick in the air.
Jessica let out a soft gasp, her face crumbled. The flicker of confusion gave way to realization, then to disbelief.
She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, it was very clear what had transpired between Jayden and Tasha. They was no doubting it... the evidence was too ’huge’.
Jessica was so shocked that at first, she thought she was in a dream. Then realization dawned on her as she finally managed to piece everything together.
Jayden and Tasha... were intimate.
The realization dropped like a bombshell.
Her breath hitched, tears welled up in her eyes as she looked into Jayden’s eyes in despair, dissapointment and disbelief.
She stood frozen, the weight of betrayal crashing down on her in a silent, suffocating wave.
"J–Jayden?" Jessica’s voice cracked, barely a whisper.
"Jessica..." Jayden started, his voice raw, reaching toward her. "I..."
"No." Jessica cut him off, taking a shaky step back. "I—I shouldn’t have—"
She shook her head furiously, swallowing the lump rising in her throat. "Sorry for... interrupting," she said, but her words carried no apology—only heartbreak.
Then she glanced at Jayden one last time, turned and fled, the door slamming behind her with an echo that rattled Jayden to his bones.
Tasha quickly got up, having recovered from her shock. "Jessica, wait!" she called out. But to no avail, she got no response. Jessica had stormed off.
Jayden just sat there in a silent guilt, his heart broke into a million pieces when he saw how Jessica look at him. He could see how pained she was, how betrayed she felt. He didn’t think it’d hurt so much to see her like that.
Tasha let out a shaky breath, her lips pressed into a tight line. "I’ll talk to her," she murmured, determination cutting through the guilt in her eyes.
"I should go after her," Jayden insisted, standing up, ready to chase after the fading sound of footsteps.
But Tasha stepped in front of him, her palm pressed gently to his chest. "No. Not right now. You’re the last person she wants to see." Her voice was calm, but firm. "Let me."
Jayden froze, conflicted, his fists clenched at his sides. "I... I feel like a bad person," he muttered under his breath.
Tasha’s expression softened. She reached up, cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing lightly across his skin. "Jayden, you did nothing wrong," she whispered. "Jessica just got spooked because she doesn’t know about us. But don’t worry, I’ll make her understand."
Jayden closed his eyes briefly, leaning into her touch, his breath shaky. "Okay. Thank you, Tasha. For... everything. I had—" he paused, searching for the right words. "I had the best time of my life with you."
A small smile tugged at her lips. "Yeah... me too." she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
He took her hand gently, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles, lingering there. "You’re really incredible," he whispered.
She blushed faintly, her gaze softening, then leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek, letting her lips linger just a heartbeat longer.
"I’ll talk to her," she promised, pulling away. "I won’t let this break us apart."
And with that, she turned, stepping out of the room, leaving Jayden standing in the fading orange glow of sunset, the weight of the moment pressing down on him like a stormcloud.
He sighed deeply, rubbing his face, collapsing back onto the bed, his mind spinning in a whirlwind of guilt, longing, and uncertainty.
"Damn it," he muttered, staring at the ceiling as the room darkened with the coming night.
He knew Tasha said she would make Jessica ’understand’ but he knew deep down that it was impossible. He didn’t need powers to know what she felt when she looked at him like that.
The heartbreak in her eyes. The betrayal. The raw devastation.
Jayden laid on his bed, thinking of how he could fix his recently mended, but now broken relationship with Jessica. He knew he had messed up, but at the same time...
Did he really do anything wrong?
Jessica was the one who said she didn’t love him anymore, and that they should just be friends.
So why does it feel like he had cheated on her?
Was it because, deep down, he had hoped that she didn’t mean it? That maybe, just maybe, she actually still loved him?
But even still... Tasha. She had chosen him. She had confessed. She had held him, kissed him, comforted him. She was the one who gave him the kind of warmth he’d been starving for—without making him beg for it.
Tasha was his lover now. Not just a crush. Not just a friend.
His lover.
He should be happy.
So why did it feel like he’d broken something precious?
As the sun dipped below the horizon and the world outside darkened into night, Jayden’s thoughts swirled in chaos until, eventually, he drifted off, haunted by two names.
Jessica and Tasha.
And as he entered into slumberland, his lingering thoughts gave way to dreams—flickering and vivid, shaped by his desires, his guilt, and the burning tension he didn’t yet know how to extinguish.
It was going to be epic... and wet.
