The Family Blanket

Read the disclaimer at the beginning of Chapter 1.

This chapter started as a brief interlude, but has taken on a life of its own. Enjoy. If you would like a series of stories about the FMK reality show, let me know.

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Six months earlier.

Coming back to the school routine after Christmas break is always hard: a new semester with new classes, classmates, and schedules. But Jessica is glad to walk back into her tiny dorm room. She's been eager to get back since the moment she left. So eager that she moved her flight up by a day.

It wasn't as if there was anything she was missing with her parents. After the third day home, they had said everything there was to say to each other. They were happy to see her, of course, but they were always so matter-of-fact about everything. Anything approaching enthusiasm at her return faded during the drive home from the airport. Her thoughts of home were always in shades of grey, like old photographs her grandparents took, but here, in this tiny room with Sarah, everything was in color.

The previous semester, Sarah opened Jessica up to new ways of existing in the world, and she missed that energy when she was away. She missed Sarah's easy laugh, intelligence, and comfort with her own body. She had introduced Jessica to things that had nothing to do with grades or classes. Things like bar hopping, shamelessly flirting with boys, picnics for no reason whatsoever, cuddling up in bed together and watching bad reality shows. Those last two always went together. But it wasn't just any reality show. It was Sarah who introduced her to her new obsession, a show called FMK. The letters stood for Fuck, Marry, Kill, but you never saw those words in promotional material. It was like KFC, but a streaming show.

The format of the show had ten contestants living together in a big, generic McMansion somewhere in America for three months. One of the group was the hidden Hero. It was the Hero's quest to have sex with, be in a partnership with, or have voted out every person in the group by the end of the show, all while not getting voted out themselves. If the Hero completed their quest, they got $500,000, but if they failed, the remaining players split a pot of $1,000,000. The premise was barely plausible, but the fascinating mix of intrigue, hormones, and paranoia made the show irresistible. It also didn't hurt that the show streamed on an independent provider, so the camera never cut away when the clothes came off. It was just a thinly disguised excuse for people to watch amateur porn while saying they tuned in for the drama. Needless to say, Jessica's parents would never allow her to subscribe to SlickStream or SlickStream+.

All of this was on Jessica's mind as she entered the dorm room that January afternoon. She was back a day early for one reason, and it was sitting in the middle of the floor as she walked in. The box was smaller than she had imagined, but the logo clearly declared the contents to be a genuine Cloudbie. Her suitcase and satchel hit the floor, and she frees the fluffy wonder from its vacuum prison. Over the next hour it expands into the biggest, longest pillow she has ever seen. When it's done growing, she places in Sarah's bed so she can't miss it. Now when they curl up together in bed, they can sink into its softness to catch up on their shows instead of propping themselves against the hard wall. Jessica feels a warm glow throughout her whole body when she imagines Sarah seeing her present for the first time. Seeing her happy was almost as good as seeing her naked.

The rest of the day is spent unpacking, finalizing class schedules, and buying class supplies. That evening, as she lay in her bed alone, she imagines Sarah walking through the door, lighting up the room with her smile, seeing the pillow and squealing with delight. She would rush across the room to hug her tight... and kiss her... yes, kiss her so deep and use her tongue. And she is naked. Jessica's hand drifts between her legs as she imagines Sarah walking through the door without a stitch of clothes on. Now she is sitting on the airplane naked, leaving for the airport naked... walking around her house naked. Jessica's fingers part the wet folds of her pussy as her fantasy deepens. Now they are both naked on campus, holding hands, kissing out in the open, lying together on their favorite picnic blanket under the trees. Sarah is beside her, her perfect nipples inches from Jessica's mouth. She leans forward and trails one of them across her lips, and Jessica latches onto it, finally tasting her roommate's skin. Then Sarah's hands are on her body, finding how sensitive her nipples are and how wet her pussy is. Jessica's hands work faster as she imagines them fucking together out in the open and no one caring. No threat of separation for being in a relationship. No stigma from her peers for giving in to her fleshly desires. Not for the first time, Jessica's hips lift off the mattress, and she clenches hard around her finger while thinking of Sarah. This time, she comes while imagining Sarah spreading her legs wide so everyone can watch her fuck Jessica's pussy. She has imagined so much more over the Christmas break. Sarah seducing her in the shower, pinning her down to her own bed, straddling her in class and even fucking her in her parent's bed. The hardest she ever came was imagining her mom walking in on them and catching her eating Sarah's pussy. The delicious warm glow enfolds her body as she unwinds from her latest fantasy and drifts off to sleep. Tomorrow she Sarah will be here in the flesh.

When Sarah walks through the door the next day, she is unfortunately wearing clothes. But she is thrilled with the new pillow, and they put it to use right away as they lounge together on Sarah's bed, catching up, gossiping, and planning their lives for the next five months. Their schedules are not ideal. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, they won't see each other until the evening, but on Tuesdays and Thursdays, they have free time together. They talk for two hours, their legs intertwined while they get back to a familiar closeness, when Sarah suddenly jumps up from the bed.

"Oh! I forgot! I have to show you what I got for Christmas!" She lunges for her backpack, pulls out a light blue case, and shows Jessica her new ePad.

"I am so excited! Now we don't have to use our terrible laptops when we enjoy our shows."

Jessica's eyes light up at seeing the tablet and its thick rubber case. "No more cold metal on my skin! Hurray!"

"Mommy and Daddy got it so I can video chat with them. The camera on my laptop is so bad, and the hinge is only getting worse. It's a big mess, but with this..." she waggles it around, showing how light it is. "...we can chat anywhere. You can use it too if you want to. I haven't put a password on it. You can chat with your folks."

"Thanks, maybe. We are so awkward at chatting online. Hell, we're awkward in real life. But I will use it to catch up on old FMKs. I have got to know what led up to that orgy in season four."

Sarah's eyes sparkle with excitement. "Do you want to watch an episode now? I didn't get to yesterday's new drop."

"Yes!"

Sarah plops down next to her again, and Jessica pulls her tight against her body while Sarah fiddles with the screen. They ended up binging three episodes before almost falling asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning classes start, and they are back to the daily grind of college life. Jessica is glad they are picking up where they left off. She wants to grow even closer this semester. Sarah is still a mystery to her in some ways. On the surface, she's an open and energetic girl, but that hides a guarded young woman. Jessica wants to be more than just a cuddle buddy. She wants to be a part of Sarah's world, but she is still an outsider observer to so much of Sarah's inner life. Given the amount of attraction Sarah shows for her, she's not sure why she can't break through to the next level of their relationship.

She gets a clue two weeks into the semester. It is late at night, and Jessica awakens to the faint sound of voices. She's confused for a second until she looks over and sees the faint glow of the tablet screen under the sheets of Sarah's bed. She is talking to someone by video. Jessica tries to make out words, but can only hear the soft, intimate timbre of the voices and the gentle inflections of the tone. It is the sound of two lovers talking. Jessica has a secret boyfriend. As she listens, she can tell that Sarah is playing cute and bashful, a counterpoint to the warm and encouraging male voice. Jessica levers herself up just enough to know what is going on. Sarah has made a little tent with her sheet and is shifting the tablet back and forth. Sarah's bra and panties are on the floor, draped over the large pillow which has also been discarded to make room on the small bed.

It doesn't take long before Sarah's voice takes on a pleading tone and her motions under the sheet become more rhythmic. The boy's voice also grows unsteady and urgent. Jessica wishes she could understand what they are saying, but the sensual tone is enough to make her pussy ache and demand her attention. Sarah has never been this overtly sexual with her in the room before, and the thought of her roommate pleasuring herself only a few feet away set Jessica on fire.

Jessica's fingers send jolts of pleasure through her body as they trace the outline of her throbbing pussy. It's all she can do not to moan out loud and break the fantasy, except this isn't a fantasy; it is playing out in real time. In the dim light, she can see Sarah's hips move as she slides the tablet downward and opens her legs. There is a pang of envy at what the young man must be seeing.

She can tell by the tone of her voice that Sarah is asking him questions about what he sees. Does he like her wet pussy? Does he like seeing her slippery fingers work in and out? Jessica's imagination fills in the blanks with the words she longs for. Low moans and quick gasps tell her that the boy is close. Sarah is quiet, but Jessica can see the quick movements under the sheets and the unmistakable slick sounds of a young woman fucking herself with abandon.

Jessica knows what's next for all of them and grabs a small stuffed bear beside her head and stuffs it in her mouth. She is going to hear Sarah come for the first time, and she wants to be right there with her. The boy breaks first, his moan of release coming right before Sarah's quick gasps. She is trying so hard not to make a sound as she comes for the young man on her screen. Jessica is next, the soft body of the bear receiving her cries of pleasure, keeping the evidence of her secret lust quiet. The effort makes stars dance before her eyes in the darkened room.

It takes a moment for Sarah and her boy to come out of their orgasmic haze. Sarah mumbles something and giggles like a shy schoolgirl. Jessica sinks back into her bed as the lovers continue. Jessica's body is satisfied for now, but as she drifts off to sleep, she knows that this has only inflamed her desire for the beautiful woman she lives with.

The next day is Sarah's busiest of the week, so she is up and out the door to her first class before Jessica is awake. Since she has no classes, Jessica takes her time pulling herself together. She showers and gets breakfast from a cafe downstairs before straightening the room and gathering her laundry. As she works, she sees the ePad still nestled among Sarah's sheets, and her curiosity compels her to fish it out. There are old episodes of FMK she wants to catch up on. And if she just happens to stumble across anything about Sarah's steamy call last night, well, she might have tapped a wrong button or two.

She settles down in her bed, propping the pad on her stomach. As the show's intro and recap play, Jessica pulls up the call history but only sees the calls Sarah made back home to her family, nothing exciting about that. Her boyfriend must be so secret that she deleted her recent call history or used a different app. The episode starts so Jessica abandons her search but makes a mental note to investigate more. But right now she needs to watch Brycin suck Bryin's cock so he will vote Becki out of the house.

The action picks up ten minutes into the show. Brycin has been teasing Bryin's cock under the table during the team meeting. This sends Tammie into a drama spiral because it is a glass table and everyone can see her get him hard. After the meeting, Brycin leads him to her room, where she promises to finish what she started if he votes Becki out. When he agrees, the camera zooms in as her hands free his stiff cock and bring it to her open mouth. Jessica loves when the muscles in Bryin's pelvis clench as he hits the back of her throat. As Becki's head bobs faster, Jessica pulls her panties to the side and begins to caress the outer lips of her pussy. This episode is off to a strong start, but she is pacing herself. Becki is not going down without a fight, and Jessica knows she has delicious ways to get Bryin to change his vote.

Jessica's moment of self-indulgence shatters when a notification pops up on the screen. The caller ID reads only "Daddy," Sarah's dad is trying to video call her. Jessica taps the green circle to accept the call, ready to let him know Sarah is in class. What she sees with is beyond anything she is expecting. Instead of a typical middle-aged dad type, soft in the middle and thinning on top, she sees the body of a fit man sitting shirtless on the bench of some exercise machine. All thoughts of Bryin sweep away, replaced by this specimen of male virility. He looks as if he has just finished an intense workout; sweat covers his flushed skin and his muscles are tight from effort. Jessica fingers resume their small, lazy strokes as they talk.

"Hey baby doll, I just finished working out, so I thought I'd give you a call. I know you like seeing Daddy... oh, hey... did I get the wrong number?"

"No, no, this is the right number. I'm Sarah's roommate, Jessica. She's letting me use her ePad to catch up on some shows. She's not here right now, so I was borrowing it for a minute. I'm sorry." She's not sure what she is apologizing for, but holding a screen full of the incredible, sexy man has her flustered.

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Two weeks out from Christmas break, David is missing his little girl. Throughout his workout, he has been thinking about the cute little mole on her lower back. It is just to the right of her spine and marks the perfect place for his thumb when he grips her hips to thrust into her sweet pussy from behind. The harder he pushes himself on the equipment, the stronger his desire becomes. He needs to see her face, hear her voice and let her know how hard he is for her.

He pulls out his phone and hits her number. At first glance, he thinks he is talking to Sarah, but recognizes his mistake before he says something a father should never be caught saying to his daughter.

The girl on screen looks a lot like his Sarah, especially from the angle she is holding the camera. He can tell that the tablet is on her stomach, so he doesn't have a great view of her face, but he can see most of her pert breast. A thin, white material covers its soft curve, stretching over the prominent outline of her nipple. His throbbing hard cock demands to see more.

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt your show." He says. With all the blood in his cock, he is struggling to put two coherent words together. "Wh... what are you watching?"

Jessica is surprised but welcomes the opportunity to carry on the conversation. "It's a show called FMK. Sarah got me hooked on it. I'm watching one of the older seasons."

"FMK, I know that show. I've watched a few episodes with Sarah. She really likes... what's his name... he's got the long blond hair and the tattoo down next to his... you know... his... equipment."

Jessica laughs lightly at the delicate description. "That's Zack. Yes, she is into him and his large... equipment."

Bit by bit, Jessica's thoughts piece together that Sarah watches such an explicit show with her dad. Imagining then both watching Zach fuck his way through the other contestants does nothing to calm her growing arousal.

David settles back against the machine, enjoying the conversation and the view. He can see Jessica's eyes glancing down to the bottom of her screen to see if she can glimpse anything below his waist. Part of him wants to show her the giant bulge in his shorts, but he decides to tease her and draw out the conversation.

"Who is your favorite character on the show, Jessica?"

"Zack is cute, of course, but I like Brandy. She is smart, and she's playing the game well. I think she might be the best contestant so far."

"What did you think when she finally got Tami to admit that..."

Jessica sits up in bed and gasps. "No spoilers! We haven't seen last night's episode yet."

The sudden motion pulls the strap of her tank top off her shoulder. Drawing David's eye and providing more fuel for his growing lust for this young woman.

"Oh, sorry. I won't say any more." David watches the strap slip lower and lower, peeling back the thin fabric inch by inch.

Jessica props herself up against the wall and gives him a better look at her than up her nose. "So she has you hooked on the show too."

"Yeah. I hate to admit it, but I am."

Jessica leans forward, her strap falling down even further. "Who's your favorite contestant this season?"

"Hmm... it would have to be Liza."

"Oh, the one whose strategy is to just never ever wear clothes? Big surprise. You're just a horny old man, aren't you? I bet you would be such an easy mark on that show."

"It's true, I have a weakness."

"Do you now? Interesting. What kind of weakness?" Jessica can't believe she is being this flirty, but looking at his body is stirring something new inside her. Maybe it's talking about contestants they have both watched having sex every week. A shared indulgence. It's different talking to a grown man about the show. It's more dangerous and transgressive. How far will he take this with her? His camera has drifted down, and she can see a flat, toned stomach and the top of his shorts. Just a little further, she thinks, show me what you've got down there.

"Well, like most men, a young, pretty girl can make me lose my head a bit, make me do or say things I might not normally."

"Really? Like what?"

"Like telling her how beautiful she is and how seeing her with one strap of her tank top off her shoulder is driving me a bit crazy."

Jessica looks down at the strap that is barely doing its job. She starts to fix it, but stops herself. "So you're a boob guy?"

"One-thousand percent."

"Good to know."

Jessica pulls back her shoulders, stretching the fabric of her thin shirt tight over her hard nipples. She nudges the strap until it fails and drops away. She can hear him moan on the other end of the line.

"So, what is your weakness, Jessica?"

"Right now or in general?" She asks, loving how he can't take his eyes off her newly exposed nipple.

"Oh! Are you experiencing a specific weakness at this moment?"

"Yeah, I kind'a am. It seems that hot, older men who've been working out are a kink I didn't know I had."

"Oh, really? Are you having an epiphany?" He pulls the phone back and down to sow off the tightness of his shorts. "Although I think the sweat is evaporating."

"Trust me, you are fine just like that."

She drinks in every detail of his bulge. Her mind doing calculations that feed straight to the ache between her legs. Her pussy has become a throbbing, slick creature of lust, feeding on the many dirty thoughts in her head. And the way his eyes keep snapping to her nipple makes her feel a sexual power that is new, potent, and visceral.