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Fingers pumped in and out of her drenched pussy, two, three, in and out. Her hand was dripping with her juices, but she didn’t care, so desperate for a release. It had been such a long time since someone had touched her, and Jess had gotten tired of waiting. Unfortunately for Jess, masturbating wasn’t her forte, as was evident by the fact that she had been at it for what seemed like hours with no release in sight, just getting hornier and hornier. Her other hand played with her clit as she kept going, beginning for a release.
“Jess, I need your help! You would not believe—”
Jess gasped as her door slammed open wide. “SCHMIDT, GET OUT!” she yelled, hands not slowing down for a second as frustration seeped into her voice.
“You’re still going? We heard you start ages ago, how are you not done by now?”
“I can’t, oh, I can’t seem to finish!” Jess growled out with a moan, furiously pumping her fingers, too far gone to care that Schmidt was right there.
“Oh, well, here’s your problem Jess,” Schmidt said, taking a seat on the bed between her spread knees. Placing his fingers on top of the fingers that were rubbing her clit, Schmidt began to guide them, moving them around and finally building up some pressure. Jess moaned out in relief, part of her still shocked and grappling with the fact that Schmidt was between her legs.
“Well, don’t stop moving your other hand. Oh Jess, you’re no good—just let me—here,” Schmidt said, roughly grabbing the hand that was on her clit and throwing it onto her breast. “Play with your breasts or something, and remember Jess, curl those fingers as you move them.”
Schmidt’s overbearing mother tendencies were kicking in, his need to fix things taking over, blinding him to the boundaries he was crossing. In some ways, there was something so casual about what Schmidt was doing, so normal, his tendency to cross boundaries and blind himself to normal friend behaviour not a rare occurrence in the loft. Luckily for him, Jess’s subconscious seemed to be familiar with Schmidt’s OCD, her legs remaining splayed open for him to fix what she couldn’t.
The surrealness of the moment was lost on Jess as Schmidt took over her clit, moving his fingers expertly as Jess followed his instructions, pinching and pulling at a puffy nipple as the other fingered herself.
The heat, the pleasure, it all build in a crescendo of waves, and suddenly Jess was moaning at the top of her lungs, gasping for air as she came, the orgasm ripping through her body and gushing out of her (and drenching her sheets in the process).
“Oh my god, it’s like no one can do anything in this loft by themselves! Anyway Jess, the reason I came is because I need some advice for work,” Schmidt started, as if nothing had happened.
Jess was speechless, whether from how insane Schmidt was acting or the mind-blowing orgasm, she couldn’t tell. A slow clap brought her attention to her door, open wide with three people standing in it.
“Wow Schmidt,” Nick said as he clapped, “I didn’t think your compulsive need to fix everything could get any worse, and yet here we are. I think you’ve stepped over every boundary possible!”
“What are you so upset about Nick, you two aren’t even together anymore. Besides, Jess needed help, and as her roommate and friend, I just had to step in. She was doing it wrong!”
“And just when I thought your OCD couldn’t get any worse,” said Winston.
“Well, if Schmidt’s motherhening led to us all seeing Jess naked and Schmidt getting her off, does this mean we are officially allowed to not wear pants around the loft anymore?” Coach said with a smile.
Schmidt just shook his head in disappointment while the others left, mutters of “well that was interesting” following them.
“Anyway Jess, back to my problem.”
And that was how Jess ended up giving Schmidt advice while laying naked on her bed, her pussy still dripping.
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After that, the loft was the same, but there were small changes happening, so slowly that it started to become natural. No one spoke of the incident, but rather than pretend it didn’t happen, it seemed to give Schmidt the allowance he needed to stop caring about normal boundaries altogether. And slowly, the rest of the group forgot too.
It started slow, no closed bathroom door anymore, open shower curtain. Coach wanking himself off on the couch in his sweats. Bedroom doors stayed open and pants stayed off. A hug goodbye began to include a light squeeze of Jess’s ass. The boys would slap her ass as she walked past, and unabashedly stare as she slowly stopped wearing bras around the loft.
The only problem was, Jess was still so horny. With no guys on her horizon, and the casual touches from her roommates, Jess felt her pussy burning with desire. But with the slow breakdown of privacy in the loft, Jess hadn’t had a moment alone to try and touch herself. And if she was being honest, she wasn’t sure her own touch would be enough anymore. She could still imagine the ghost of Schmidt’s skilled fingers working her body in a way she could never. Hell, she couldn’t even bring herself to a release last time, what made her think she could do it this time, even without the memory of Schmidt running through her mind.
And so, when Schmidt asked her to help him make dinner, she agreed readily, glad for the distraction. And when Schmidt ordered her to take off her clothes, “you’ll get them dirty, cashmere is fragile, it is not a fabric to play around with”, she didn’t even protest, placing her folded clothes on the couch, striped panties bow-up, and tied up the apron Schmidt threw at her.
“C’mon Jess, all I asked you to do was peel the potatoes, what is taking so long?” Schmidt complained, ever the kitchen control freak.
But Jess barely heard his complaints, too busy fantasizing about those hands kneading that dough, nimble and skilled and so precise. Her nipples were hard, a dark pink visible through the thin white apron. She wasn’t even conscious of her gaping pussy, thick precum dripping down her legs, visible under the short apron that barely covered her pussy.
“God Jess, are you even listening to me right now?” Schmidt asked exacerbated, dramatically waving his flour-covered hands around.
Jess snaped out of her revere, shaking her head fast in that nervous tick of hers. “Um, yeah, um, I’m just, um, peeling. Yeah. I’ll be done soon, I’m just a bit tired from work, that’s why I’m being so, you know, slow.” Jess flashed a smile, hoping to convince Schmidt.
Schmidt shook his head but went back to work, leaving Jess to peel the vegetables he handed her. But then he began to julienne the cucumbers, and his precision and control in the kitchen became hot on a whole new level. Jess felt weak at the knees, slowing down her carrot peeling as she was entranced in another daydream.
CLANG. The peeler fell to the floor as Schmidt startled her, setting the knife down loudly and snaping her out of her head. Schmidt rolled his eyes overdramatically; “Jessica Day, can you do nothing? I knew it, I have to do everything in this loft!”
Schmidt knelt down to pick up the peeler off the floor, finding himself looking up at the glistening pussy gaping for him.
“Oh my, Jessica,” Schmidt said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows jokingly, “no wonder you’ve been so distracted, you are absolutely soaking. You’re making a mess, let me clean this up.”
Staying on his knees, Schmidt slowly dragged his hands up Jess’s thighs, taking the glistening juices with him. He dragged his fingers across her soaking pussy, dragging her gushing juices across her clit, over her twitching pussy, between her cheeks. It was so wet his finger slid easily into her asshole, slowly entering and exiting, trailing up and down her crotch and back into her arse.
“Oh Schmidt,” Jess moaned, “you can’t, you can’t do this. It’s not, it’s not okay, we can’t…” but Jess couldn’t finish her sentence, another moan overtaking her.
“I’m just cleaning up your mess Jessica Day. I will not have a messy kitchen. Besides, you’ve been in a horny daze for days, Jess, you obviously need this and you’re too chicken to ask us for help.”
Jess didn’t say anything, just braced herself against the countertop behind her. Schmidt took that as all the permission he needed, not that he would have listened to her protests. Schmidt was a clean freak, everyone in the loft knew that, and if Schmidt saw a mess, he had to clean it up, no matter what boundaries he had to cross to do it.
Jess’s mouth fell open as Schmidt’s tongue pressed against her, short, teasing licks accompanying the second finger he added to her backside, drenched for him.
A wolf whistle made her turn her head so fast she might have gotten whiplash. There was Winston, crashing onto the couch in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt.
“Not to, ah, interrupt you guys, but I am hun-gar-y, so if you guys could get back to dinner, that would be great,” Winston said lightly.
Moving his head out from under her, Schmidt replied as casually as Winston asked.
“The dough needs time to rest, and Jess was making such a mess. I just need to clean this.” Schmidt’s fingers continued to pump in and out of her, not stopping his steady pace. Diving his head under once more, he latched his mouth on her clit, sucking with technique and precision as his tongue flicked her clit periodically. Her knees locked as Schmidt gripped her thighs with surprising strength, holding her up as she lost all control, moaning wantonly as Schmidt worked his talented mouth.
Just as Schmidt had worked a third finger into her asshole, Nick walked out of his bedroom, dressed for work. Really, it was just his least stained jeans, a t-shirt and his favourite red zip-up hoodie. It had been awkward between them since their breakup, both still struggling with their lingering feelings. And now, Nick is walking in on his best friend going down on his ex, and for some reason, it just felt right. As their eyes met, Jess let out a moan, slender fingers stretching her out and Schmidt’s mouth working his magic, and Jess began to think that maybe this was what they were missing from their relationship. Jess wanted attention from a relationship, wanted to be loved and cared for and taken care of, and with four boys on the job, and Schmidt’s motherly nature, she could get the care she desired, and receive enough love equal to the oozes of love she gives out.
Nick reached out to caress her side boobs, giving them a squeeze, enjoying how they spilled out of her apron. With a smile, Nick gave her breasts a little tug, releasing them from the confines of the apron. Fingers found a way to nipples Nick was so familiar with, tugging and twisting with the knowledge of what made Jess moan.
Nick gave her nipples a tug goodbye, kissing her on the cheek before leaving for the bar. Jess let out a sigh of disappointment, but she wasn’t sure if it was from Nick leaving or Schmidt releasing her clit from his pink lips. It didn’t last long, Jess moaning without a care as Schmidt began to furiously fuck Jess with his tongue, long and rough and expertly bringing Jess to the edge. Coupled with the three fingers slowly pumping into her ass, the different paces were edging her past her wildest dreams.
With one last flick of the tongue, Jess came to three fingers spread in her ass, with moans that sounded like music to Winston’s ears. Finally, Schmidt rose from the floor, standing face to face with Jess, so close Jess could smell herself on Schmidt’s breath. Twisting his fingers that still rested in her ass, Schmidt smirked as he reached behind her. Finally, his fingers left her, her hole winking against the empty air. Something cold pressed against her, and with how stretched out she was, the object was halfway inside her before she could even feel it pressing against her taut walls.
With a final push, Schmidt backed away from her, flicking her nipples and shooting her a wink before moving to the sink. As Schmidt began to clean his hands and face with a vigour that could only come from a germaphobe as bad as Schmidt, Jess squeezes her cheeks experimentally. As the cold, slightly wet object inside of her moved a little, she felt something tickling the back of her upper thighs. As she took in her surroundings once more, Jess realized exactly what was inside her.
“Off to the couch with you, you bunny rabbit you,” Schmidt smirked, lightly guiding her as she stumbled forward. Pulling the apron off of her, he gave her a gently push towards the couch. Jess fell onto the couch stomach down, head resting on Winston’s lap. Absently, Winston began to stroke her hair soothingly as Jess clenched against the carrot inside of her.
“Damn, the carrot really has me in the mood to watch some Peter Rabbit.”
“Eh, go ahead. I could watch a movie. It’ll be a while before Schmidt’s finished, he picked something unnecessarily complicated for dinner,” Jess replied, her mouth moving before her head could catch up, acting casual in a situation that was still so surreal.
Moving his hand lower, Winston stroked the side of her breast comfortingly, brushing against her softening nipples as the movie played. Despite her arousal lowering, she was constantly reminded of the carrot plugging her with every spotting of that orange vegetable on screen.
Finally, dinner was served, and the carrot was removed. Jess put her clothes back on for dinner, minus her panties, evidently snagged from the top of the pile by Nick on his way to work. Despite the events of the day, Jess had never felt more normal, and her satisfaction carried her through the next few days and more.