You’ve kept your pants on for a week before it became a problem. Jesse was frustrated and you knew it. You hadn’t given him the chance to make advances anyway.

Nearly every day you’d hear “Please, mama, just let me”, and nearly every day you’d say no. You hadn’t had a reason for not allowing him any, you just knew you’d get something out of it.

You step outside of the bathroom, your hair pinned up into a messy bun. Your eyes flicker over to Jesse propped on the bed. “R’you doing this on purpose?” he said frustrated, shifting on the bed uncomfortably. “No.”, the curt reply fell to deaf ears.

As you go to grab panties, he plopped onto his knees on the hard wooden floor. The same Jesse that used to party past 4 then end up cuddled under a randoms sheets is nearly brought to tears because you wouldn’t let him have a taste.

You slip some lacy underwear on, plopping onto the bed in front of him “Take them off.”, before you can finish speaking he quickly slid the underwear off.

You were only meant to be another girl he slept with. One of the many ones he’d discarded. But he ended up being the one who got played, and he absolutely loved it.

“So can I? Just a lick?” he stammered, his hands kneading himself through his sweatpants “I’ll..be good- one taste mama..” and as he pleads, you smile “One? Can you handle one?”, he nods urgently, shifting uncomfortably “One.” he reassured nervously.