Sure enough, Jenna seemed asleep, but she was whimpering quite a bit. The covers weren’t completely off the bed this time, but I could still make out Kermit maneuvering around the girl’s panties. He was having his way with her pussy, his tongue lapping at the sure-to-be tasty juices escaping from the Jenna’s slit.
This time she was already near completion when I caught her, as her breathing was starting to pick up pace. I quickly schemed my method of catching her at the right moment, ducking around the corner and waiting for her to shout.
Sure enough, I heard her cry out and shoot forward from her sleeping position, right as I rounded the corner. “Jenna, are you alri-” I cut myself off, pretending to be shocked at the site in front of me.
Jenna, who was still coming-to from her orgasm, not to mention just waking up, took a few seconds to process everything around her. Then it hit her. Her dog had make her orgasm, and her roommate had walked in at the end of it.
“Oh my Gah-Gah… Sh-shit, Caleb this isn’t what it lo-looks like!” she started stammering, terrified at what I surely thought.
“Um…” I played the role of surprise well. “Was… Kermit just… Eating you out?”
“No!” she screamed, jumping up out of bed to come closer to me. “I mean… Yes. But I was asleep! I didn’t even know!” she came over to me, grabbing my arms in a pleading motion.
“But… I walked in. And you were awake…” I continued to torture her.
“Well yeah, I JUST woke up when I-…” her voice trailed off, not wanting to verbally say what just happened.
“Woke up when you what?” I toyed with her, wanting her to say specifically that.
“When I… came…” she lowered her head, knowing how badly it sounded.
“So, you orgasmed to your dog licking your pussy? That’s…” I let my voice trail off, allowing her brain to fill in my blank.
“No! I mean… I was asleep! I couldn’t help it!” she continued to defend herself, not knowing she really didn’t need to.
“Uh huh,” I responded, not giving her the satisfaction of telling her I believed her.
She continued to plead her case for quite a while, crying at times and getting angry at others. Finally I told her that I was going back to bed. I signed off, telling her “You’re secret is safe with me. Oh, and you might want to think about putting on some pants tonight.” With that, I winked and walked out of the room.
I heard her sigh in exasperation, not knowing if I did in fact believe her. As I covered myself up in bed, I began to whack off, thinking of the situation. I heard Jenna scold Kermit again before returning to sleep, more than likely with him atop the covers once more.
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The next day when I awoke I knew it was going to be an awkward morning. Not only because of the situation… but because I was going to MAKE it awkward.
It was Saturday, and that meant neither of us had anything to do all day other than little chores around the house.
I entered the kitchen to find Jenna in the most covering clothes I had ever seen her wear. She had loose fitting sweats that were a sad site compared to her tight yoga pants she usually opted for in her lazy moods. She also was wearing a sweatshirt to match it, making it that much more disappointing.
On the plus side, the room smelled delicious as she announced “I made you breakfast!” Eggs, bacon, and french toast were all stacked on a plate that she handed to me as soon as I was within the kitchen’s boarders. “I just wanted to thank you for BELIEVING ME last night, and being so understanding. It was a hard night for both of us, I’m sure.” That was her apology and her assurance that I wasn’t going to call PIDA all rolled into one.
I sat down at the bar without a word, Jenna joining me quickly with her own plate. We ate in awkward silence for a while, until I decided it was time to pour gasoline on the fire.
“How many times has that happened?” I asked her nonchalantly.
“What? Oh!” she obviously knew what I was talking about. “That was the first time.” She was a good liar, I gave her that. I’m sure she would prefer the term ‘actress’, but it was lying.
“Oh?” I said, raising my voice. The look on her face told me she was terrified I knew more than I was telling her. “Interesting.” I left it at that, torturing her all the more.
“What??” She demanded more of me. “What do you mean interesting?!” her voice was trying to hide panic.
“Nothing,” I played it off. I was a good liar too…
My response didn’t calm her though. Her paranoia was digging in. “You… know?” she asked, defeated.
I didn’t respond to her with words. I simply got out my phone, went to my favorite video, and set it on the counter.
Jenna looked at the image of her bedroom. As the video was paused at the very beginning, it wasn’t showing anything but the window above her bed. But she knew.
I continued to eat as she merely looked at the screen, refusing to hit play. Finally she spoke. “How long…?”
“How long what?” I wasn’t going to make this easy on her.
“How long have you known?” she repeated herself, her voice begging for an answer.
“How long have I known about Kermit’s little midnight snack? Well this video was from before I even moved in…” I admitted, watching the reality sink into her eyes. “So I’ll ask again… how many times has this happened?”
“Three times…” she bowed her head. “I was asleep in all three of them, I swear! I didn’t even realize it was happening until it was over!”
“You must enjoy it,” I offered, taking a bite of egg.
“What?!” she stuck her nose up at the notion. “NO! Not in the slightest! I always scold him afterward and make sure it doesn’t happen again!”
“Yet it does. Why wouldn’t you just wear pants to bed to make sure it doesn’t happen again?”
“I can’t wear them in bed, or I sweat like a bitch. But the first time it happened, I started wearing these huge boyshorts underwear to bed! So that he couldn’t do anything! I just… it slipped my mind a time or two to change out of my thong…” she admitted.
I hadn’t looked at her during the entire conversation. Now I did, turning to face her. I locked eyes with her’s, communicating that I didn’t believe her. I knew she was lying to herself, that she actually enjoyed it. Her eye’s simply confirmed that for me. So I decided to prove it to her.
I hit play on the video, her head snapping to my phone’s screen. She watched her puppy lap at her own snatch for a while as I let her own cries and moans sink in. Then I fast forwarded to the end, just before she came.
My eyes were locked on Jenna, her’s were glued to the screen. She was nearly in tears as she heard her own breathing picking up pace, her moans getting more intense. Finally when she came on the video, I saw that gleam in her eye. The look of lust.
It quickly faded as she was pulled back into the present-moment by my pausing the video, returning my phone to my pocket. After several seconds, she was able to speak.
“What was your point of showing me that?” she asked worriedly.