Janelle, My Secret Desire

Janelle’s presence in my life had been a constant reminder of that unforgettable night, the memories of which still lingered in my mind like a tantalizing haze. It had been a month since then, and yet, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of her warm touch, the taste of her kiss, and the sensation of being inside her. I had relived those moments countless times, each time fueling my desire and propelling me into a world of unbridled pleasure.

Her attempts to avoid me had only added to the intrigue, and I found myself drawn to her like a moth to a flame. My sister, Diana, had also noticed Janelle’s change in behavior, attributing it to her recent breakup with Chris. But I knew better. I had a feeling that something more was at play.

That evening, as I settled into my room, I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on downstairs. Janelle was trying to avoid me, but I noticed her glancing my way, a mixture of fear and desire etched on her face. I decided to leave her be, contenting myself with the thought of her possibly getting drunk again, reliving the memories that had haunted me for weeks.

The sound of the doorbell broke the spell, and I made an excuse to check out the situation. Jim and my sister were descending into the basement, beer and a bottle in hand. I decided to grab a soda and settle in for the evening, flipping through the channels until I found a Sci-Fi program that caught my attention.

As I sat there, watching the show, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of curiosity. What were they up to in the basement? I decided to wait a little longer before sneaking down to find out.

The minutes ticked by, and I heard the sound of footsteps coming from upstairs. But instead of the usual sounds of someone heading to the bathroom, I heard the creak of the floorboards as Janelle stepped into the living room. She stood just inside the doorway, her arms crossed tightly across her midsection, a troubled look on her face.

“Shouldn’t you be downstairs?” I asked, breaking the awkward silence.

Janelle shifted uncomfortably, looking back toward the hallway and then at me. “They’re busy making out,” she said softly.

“Stay here if you want,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant, but my eyes locked onto hers, searching for answers.

Janelle sat down in the chair next to the couch, her eyes cast downward. But I could sense her unease, her desire to escape the situation. “It was really you, wasn’t it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yeah,” I replied, bracing myself for her reaction.

Janelle took a deep breath, her eyes slowly rising to meet mine. “Did you tell everyone?” she asked, her voice laced with a mix of fear and curiosity.

“No,” I shot back, trying to reassure her.

Her eyes searched mine, seeking answers. “Why?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Huh? Why what?” I asked, trying to stall for time.

Janelle leaned forward, her eyes locked onto mine. “Why didn’t you stop me?” she asked, her voice trembling.

I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “I thought about it at first, but then you started stroking me, and I…I just went with it,” I stammered, feeling a sense of shame wash over me.

Janelle’s face reddened as she looked away, her body language screaming discomfort. But then, something shifted inside her. A spark of defiance ignited, and she looked back at me, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

“Guess I should have realized it when it wasn’t over in two minutes,” she chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

As I watched her, a mix of emotions swirled inside me. I felt a sense of relief, but also a sense of guilt. Had I misjudged her completely?

Janelle got up from the chair and headed back to the basement, leaving me to process the conversation. But as the evening wore on, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was off. That look in her eyes, the way she smiled…it was almost as if she was playing a game, one that I didn’t fully understand.

As I lay in bed, trying to drift off to sleep, I heard the sound of my doorknob turning. Slowly, the door creaked open, and Janelle stepped inside, a long T-shirt draped over her shoulders.

“You awake?” she asked softly, her voice husky with desire.

“Yeah,” I replied, my heart pounding in my chest.

Janelle walked over to my bed and sat down beside me, her eyes locked onto mine. “Did you really mean what you said?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to play dumb.

“About it not being just about getting even,” she replied, her eyes searching mine for answers.

“Sure,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant, but my mind was racing with thoughts of her, of that night, of the desire that still lingered between us.

Janelle’s hand crept up my chest, her fingers tracing the contours of my body. I felt a surge of desire, my cock straining against my boxers.

“Have you ever thought of doing it again?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.

I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Should I confess to the countless nights of masturbation that had followed that unforgettable night? Or should I play it cool, pretend that I was only interested in watching her from afar?

“Well, umm, sure,” I stuttered, trying to create coherent sentences.

Janelle’s hand slid down my body, her fingers wrapping around my engorged member. I felt a rush of desire, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Would you do it again if you had the chance?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I couldn’t say anything but yes. Maybe I was dreaming, maybe this was some kind of setup, but I knew that I couldn’t resist her.

“Sure!” I exclaimed, my voice barely above a whisper.

Diana must never know! Promise?” she asked, her eyes locked onto mine.

“Never know what?” I thought, but before I could ask, she leaned in, her lips brushing against mine.

I felt a rush of desire, my body responding to her touch. As we kissed, I knew that I was in for a wild ride, one that would take me to the depths of pleasure and desire.

Janelle’s lips parted, and our tongues met in a rush of electricity. I savored the taste of her kiss as my hand glided along the smooth skin of her back and down to her toned ass.

Her hand wove through my hair, and her nails danced along my back, down to my boxers. I felt her tug them down, and I shifted my hips to let her pull them off.

“Ah,” I groaned, feeling her hands on me.

She broke off our kiss and trailed her lips down over my chest, her nails sliding back up my legs. As her tongue took a long, sensual lick up my shaft, I let out a gasp of pleasure.

Our eyes met, and then she turned her head down, her mouth enveloping me. I let out another groan, my hands instinctively guiding her as she sucked me.

Time lost all meaning as I lay there, feeling Janelle’s warmth and her soft moans of enjoyment. I was so engrossed in the sensation that I started to feel a build-up happening.

“I need to calm down,” I whispered, pulling her head up, reluctant to let go of the pleasure.

She kissed her way back up to my lips, and I positioned myself to roll her over. With Janelle on her back, I knew it was my turn to explore.

Her hands guided me over her breasts, which extended up like an invitation. I kissed my way down, pausing to lick and suck each nipple, drawing moans of delight from Janelle’s lips.

I continued kissing and licking my way down over her taught stomach, feeling her heaving with each breath. I then found the patch of pubic hair that pointed the way to heaven.

Softly, I kissed my way down until I was face to face with her glistening slit. The aroma of passion filled my nose, and I reached out with my tongue, letting it part her opening.

The taste of her juices engulfed my tongue, and her hands clinched my hair, pulling me closer. I continued to lick and suck on her beautiful pussy, my ears filled with her muffled moans.

I slipped my finger inside of her, drawing it along the top of her pussy, and found the magic spot that made her twitch and spasm. I heard a guttural groan expel from her lips.

Her body spasmed four more times, and her hands pulled at my head. I took her lead, and she pulled me up, pausing only to kiss here and there until our lips were once again connected.

We felt each other’s breasts against our chests, and the head of my cock rested against her fuzzy mound. I knew what I needed to do next.

I moved my hips back and down, feeling my head slip along her slit until I felt the place where it needed to be. Our lips parted, and our tongues embraced, as I pushed my hips forward, groaning in pleasure.

My body shuddered as each inch of me slid into Janelle’s hot, wet slit. I didn’t stop until I was fully buried deep inside of her.

As I started to pull out and thrust back in, Janelle’s fingers moved up and dug into my back. Her hips rocked to meet my thrusts, and her moans echoed in my ears.

“Ah, yes, God yes!” she whispered, her voice barely audible over her moans.

I was nearing my own orgasm again as I felt her fingers digging harder into my back. Her hips became more determined in their movements, her breathing deeper, harder.

A few more thrusts, and I felt the fluids boil inside my balls. My body started to tingle throughout as I felt my fluids begin to rush from their origin.

I felt Janelle’s body tremble under me, and her arms gripping me tighter. Her spasms only added to my building orgasm. My body shuddered as a torrent of cum sprayed from my cock deep inside of her.

My body twitched again and again, releasing more of my juices with each spasm. Finally, I collapsed on top of her, trying hard to catch my breath.

Janelle lay under me, her body convulsed a few more times as her fingers massaged along my back. Reluctantly, I rolled off of her, pulling myself from its perfect home.

Janelle rolled over, putting her head on my shoulder, and ran her fingers along my chest. She draped her leg over mine, and I could feel a cool liquid run down from her pussy over my leg.

“Well, I have to say,” she whispered in my ear, “you sure do know how to fuck.”

I grinned from ear to ear, hearing those words. I looked over at the clock and saw it was just after 1am. I put my arm around Janelle, and must have drifted off for a little bit.

The next thing I knew, I felt a hand on my cock, and Janelle starting to move. I looked over at the clock, and it said it was 3:30am. Janelle’s hand slowly stroked my cock as it grew back to life.

She positioned herself between my legs, and took me back in her mouth. I let out another soft moan as she started to suck me again.

Her talented mouth was doing wonders, stroking, playing with my balls. I was once again in heaven, lost in the sensation.

It seemed like she sucked for forever before I felt another growing pressure of pleasure building. My hands guided her head up and down, deep within her throat and back out again.

Then, as my hands clinched her hair, and my body convulsed again, I released another salvo of liquid in her waiting mouth. Just as before, Janelle continued to suck and stroke every last ounce of juice from within me before releasing me from her lips.

I laid there in ecstasy as she raided back up and kissed my lips softly.

“Get some sleep now,” she cooed, “we’ll talk again soon.”

With that, she got out of bed, picked up her shirt and panties, and left my room. I fell asleep with the biggest grin on my face and woke around 8am still grinning.

I got out of bed, pulled on my boxers and shorts, and headed to the kitchen for something to drink. Along the way, I passed Janelle and my sister on the couch, watching TV.

Janelle looked over at me and said, “Hey dirt bag, why don’t you put on a shirt or something?”

I shot a glance back at her, and she slightly lifted her head and gave me a quick wink and a grin. Then quickly went back to her usual smirk.

Yup, I can take the little comments she throws out at me now. Especially since I know she’ll be eating those words and more the next time she cums to visit.