Chapter 14: Undressed for Success.
Sproing!-"Bouncy, bouncy!" Jesse laughs as she cups Stacy's soft, supple boobs in her hands and smooshes them around, "ha-ha-ha-OH, hold on, how rude of me! I'm sorry, Stacy, I didn't mean to just take and not... give." she grabs one of Stacy's hands and forces it onto her right boob, "go on, feel me out, don't be shy." she suppresses further giggling.
Stampy's face is a ghost, shot pale and wide with shock as he watches his girlfriend be handled by their pursuer, poor Stampy Cat.
Reluctantly, Stacy gently squeezes Jesse's boob, it felt gross, she then runs her thumb over the nip, that also feels gross.
"I said, DON'T BE SHY!" Jesse gleefully orders, intensely rubbing her fingers over both of Stacy's nipples.
"OH!" Stacy gasps in surprise as she feels little signals of pleasure emit from her boobs, however, it's rather overshadowed by just how god damn weird and uncomfortable the situation is, "STOP!" she pulls away.
"..." Jesse blinks, confused "what the fuck?"
"I'm...!" it finally hits Stacy that she might not even be able to handle this "uhhh...!"
Stampy meanwhile, is smart enough to recognize that Stacy is suffering from the exact same problem as him, and in that moment, he decides to take action, to save his girlfriend and be the hero.
"GETTING TOO HORNY." Stampy screams.
"..." everybody stares at him.
"...uhhhhhh, I mean, Stacy is getting too excited, if you keep, uh, doing... that, then she, like, uh..." he's a mess "...WILL START TRYING TO TAKE OFF HER OWN CLOTHES!"
"...makes sense." Petra's surprised "for a moment, I thought you just wanted your girl and Jesse to stop getting it on without you."
"What!? oh, no! never that...!" this act of heroism has actually given Stampy the kick he needed to pull his shit together "I mean, I LOVE that! I could watch them all day!"
"Yes, thank you, Stampy." Stacy nods, turning to Jesse "we need to stick to stripping, otherwise we'll wind up getting ahead of ourselves."
"Oh, fine, I suppose the two of you are waiting on us after all..." Jesse shrugs it off, "time to see what kind of panties you wear!"
This time, instead of being rough and fast, Jesse goes slow and savory, she hooks her fingers under the rim of Stacy's pants on either hip, she then begins a rhythmatic, 'stripping dance', inching one side down about an inch, and then slipping the other side down about an inch lower than the first side, she switches between them, moving her own body in tune, sliding, slipping, tugging, she works Stacy's pants steadily down, from over the curve of her ass, to the bump of her knees, to the rims of her boots, holding the pants up most of the time to prevent them from just dropping.
"Does it turn you on?" Petra asks Stampy from behind.
"EEP!" Stampy's so easily freaked out.
Jesse looks up into Stacy's crotch, finding a perfectly normal, common pair of white woman's underpants, nothing special, nothing particularly sexy.
"Ugh, vanilla..." Jesse rolls her eyes "is there ANYTHING secretly hardcore about you guys!?"
"No." Stacy says flatly, not impressed and growing impatient.
"Fine, whatever, just kick off your pants and boots." Jesse isn't into feet.
Stacy does so, leaving her standing there, arms folded, dressed in nothing but her panties and socks, her soft, exposed boobs still looked good to Jesse, but Jesse knew she had to wait.
"Do you want to slip my socks off for me?" Stacy asks "or should I just do them?"
"Eh, I'll do it." Jesse guesses, getting all close and touchy with Stacy's legs as she grabs and pulls off one and then the other.
"Now...!" Jesse starts, looking up at the underwear, "it's time for the good bit!"
Jesse begins her dance again, starting out the same way she had done the pants, but then, to surprise everyone, she suddenly ducks in and bites onto the front of the panties. Using her teeth for the front and her hands for the back, getting a nice feel of Stacy's ass along the way, Jesse slides Stacy's panties off smoothly, getting a close-up, private-due-to-blocking-everyone-else's-gaze, hands-on view of the youtuber's pussy being revealed. Jesse, full of smugness, drops the panties once she'd felt the last of the ass, letting them fall to Stacy's ankles.
"There! all done!" Jesse's proud of herself, she gets up and walks around Stacy, getting a three-sixty view of her work as Stacy steps out of her panties.
Smack! guess what that was.
"Oops, does that count as hitting?" Jesse wonders out loud, not actually sounding very concerned, and in fact, almost pleased, "I didn't even think about it."
"It's fine..." Stacy grunts irritably, rolling her eyes "didn't hurt, and the point isn't to inflict pain, so no, it doesn't count."
"Well, in that case." Smack! she does it again.
"Is twice enough?" Stacy asks, trying to mask the impatience in her voice "you can go as many times as you want, but I'd figure it would get boring fast."
"You'd figure wrong, but it's fine for now, I wanna see Stampy and Petra get their stuff going." Jesse grins over to her patient sister.
"My turn with the strings!" Petra grins as she grabs Stampy's hoodie-strings.
"Oh-no!" Stampy's traumatized with those now.
"Back! forth! back! forth! back forth!" Petra actually goes left-right-left-right-left-right "and X!"
"AHHHHHH!" Stampy screams.
"Juuust kiddin'!" Petra's an asshole "how about, down...!"
She grabs the bottom of the hoodie.
"...and up!" she pulls it over his head and off.
Jesse's jaw drops at the sight of oh sexy shirtless Stampy Cat, his hair ruffled due to Petra's rough treatment, his skin pasty white from lack of sunlight brought on by wearing his cat hoodie everywhere all the time constantly, and the way he shivered with anxiety, it was... spellbinding.
"I want him inside me..." Jesse breathes out loud to herself and Stacy.
Stacy looks confused, she may be Stampy's adoring girlfriend, but she sure wasn't turned on just by him being shirtless and scared.
"Get on your back, fucktoy." Petra orders "oh, I'm sorry, is the term 'fucktoy' too insensitive now?"
"That's just what they are, don't worry about it." Jesse waves it off.
"YEAH!" Petra cheers.
Stampy just stands there, shivering in his little bitch boots.
"I said..." Petra repeats, unimpressed "get, on, your, back."
"Y-you m-m-me-ean...?" Stampy points to the floor.
"Do you see a bed anywhere? YES, I mean the floor!" Petra snaps.
Stampy immediately gets down and lies on his back, "BRRR!" it's cold.
"Don't worry, bitch." Petra smiles "things are about to get HOT."
With that, Petra lifts up Stampy's legs, and roughly pulls his shoes, socks, and pants off of them.
"Get rid of this garbage." Petra snarls as she tosses her selection of Stampy's other clothes on top of his hoodie, kicking them all aside in a messy ball of laundry "I can't stand... packaging."
Stampy is now laying on the floor, dressed in nothing but his undies, staring at the ceiling.
And to think... Stampy frowns ...somehow, this is only going to get wors-
BAM! the door flies open, and a dark figure proudly steps forward, his demeanor calm but confident, proud but not obnoxious, blonde but not dumb.
"Why, hello there, everybody." the figure speaks "I hear this is where the fun goes down?"
Lukas... has... arrived.
BOOM! There you have it Female Jesse fans, our wonderful story has FINALLY earned that 'M' Rating! (Don't worry, not every chapter after this will be 'M' Rated, only the spicy and gruesomely violent ones.) And what's more, Lukas is here! Which means that this is the last week you can vote on the poll. What Lukas decides, as well as the poll results, will be published next week!