I was overwhelmed with anxiety! Jessica had gotten into the shower with me with the obvious desire, sex. She was just too much for me to resist! The way she looked, talked, moved, and waved her hair was all too much for me. She started rubbing me from my wet hair all the way to the tip of my dick, which caused a tingling feeling that caused me to almost faint out of pleasure! She stopped completly of what she was doing and gave me a look for about fifteen seconds with that pretty, beautiful face that caused me to melt, metaphoriclly. I was living the the young American dream in a sexual sence, in my own sight of course. Here I was, Bryan Smith, age 19, and screwing both my girl and her sister. The foreplay proceeded into sex. Jessica made the most fantastic noises when being screwed. She's the type of girl that makes a guy feel, well, there's no other way if saying it. Jessica's the type of girl that makes a guy feel good about having a pecker and a sack of marbles. No other way of saying it! She moaned and moaned! The noises she made seemed to pierce my skin in the hot steamy shower. I jizzed. This ejaculation was like no other I had in the past. No, not even my first one. This one was large, I speak not with a metaphoric tounge when I say this! It came out slow and was the whitest of any white I have yet to see. It covered her whole back and dripped off on to the floor of the shower. I leaned up against the wall of the shower and slid down the wall, completly out of breath. Jessica stood up completly and turned around and looked at me with that same piercing face. Call me corny but her body had curves that put a curve off a block to envy. She walked out and left me. I had that feeling of ecstasy just thinking about her. I dried off and dressed to go off to work. Work for me is a 5:30 pm to 12:00 am job at my dads auto shop. I was about to open the door and leave when Elizabeth grabbed me hair and pulled me on her causing us to fall on the couch in the living room. She grabbed my head with both her hands and gave me that look that I only got from her about three to four times a month. Thinking of that made me realize something... I'm not into her anymore. The thought hurt me honestly but I knew it was true. I got off of her and went for the door when she asked me with all the "I can't believe it" in the world "what's your problem?" A pillow hit me in the head on the way out. Looking from under the hood of a car at work an almost angelic face got my whole attention. What was she doing here?! Was this actually happening?!! Because of her I'm on the urge of breaking up with my girl and she has no ideas I am, let alone why! Yet this girl Jessica, so beautiful, sexy, perfect, and a legion of other well pleasing words. I found myself at a hotel room, naked, lying on a bed, extremely pleased down south, and with Jessica on asleep on my chest. My mind had began to enter a different state. A different level one could say.