Nearly naked
It took Rey a few more minutes to come back than maybe everyone had expected. Ultimately, as she breathed in the relaxing scent of Jess’ black tea she found her voice again, and in typical direct style, Rey’s first words turned out to be “Is tea meant to be part of sex?”
Jess made small choking noises.
Poe laughed, deep and throaty and clearly pleased. “Not usually. It’s just, y’know, Jess winds up not knowing what to do with herself for a minute, and tea appears. Not that we’re not all grateful!” Poe grinned up softly and cheerfully at the female pilot, trying to make sure she didn’t feel put on the spot.
Jess returned a small smile and a bit of a giggle.
Rey broke into a very wide grin, mostly favouring Jess. She then picked up her tea and inhaled the scent properly, finishing with a “Thank you!” that was just blissed out enough to set Jess panting and throbbing again a bit, although Jess at least thought she’d at least managed to hide that fact from the desert Jedi.
Rey, on the other hand, had recovered not just her general ability to speak but a lot of her normal verve and impishness. “Guys, there seems to be a bit of an imbalance here” she began with just a bit of a smirk. “I’ve taken off two items of clothing so far, and you’re both still fully dressed.”
Jess mostly blushed.
Poe laughed again, his eyes sparkling. “Girl has a point, doesn’t she Jess?” He murmured with just a trace of impudence. Without waiting for a response, Poe pulled his shirt off and dropped it unceremoniously behind him on the floor. He then straightened up slightly only to favour Rey with one of his trademark heavy lidded looks.
Rey grinned appreciatively, checking him out obviously but with just a touch of the heavy lidded flirting look appearing on her own face. She then turned said look to Pava, and let her lips part just slightly in an indication of desire.
For a second Jess froze, almost scared of disappointing her gorgeous crush, but she rallied mentally. Everyone thought she was attractive, and Rey didn’t have a basis for comparison anyway. She couldn’t claim to have been smooth about removing her top, but she didn’t embarrass herself, and she did find it in her to pose a little and send a flirty look back towards the sofa. Two seconds later, she felt the snaps on the back of her bra fly loose and spun blushing to face a mischievous Poe. Spinning both was and wasn’t helpful - it pretty much helped her bra come the rest of the way off, but she was facing away from Rey and sputtering at Poe indignantly, and now somehow insecure about turning back.
Poe, in his own way, helped. He hadn’t realised Jess was feeling so nervous, tea aside. It was the first time in years of friendship he’d ever seen the brash female pilot so worried what someone else thought of her. Admittedly, Rey was not just anyone... but he was still pretty sure he’d made the right decision coming over and being playful and not leaving Jess to overthink things. He just wasn’t done yet! He wrapped his hands around her, one to her neck supporting her head and one to her lower back, and dipped her down into a passionate kiss. Jess, never slow to catch on, managed to respond both to the kiss and to the subtler invitation, and got her legs wrapped around Poe’s broad tanned back to increase her overall downward angle.
And Rey’s first glimpse of Jess’s soft pinkish-tan nipples was from her hanging upside down arching hungrily up to Poe’s broad torso. It wasn’t, she decided, a sight she was going to forget. Rey had been *meaning* to not completely lose composure this time around... or perhaps she had meant to not lose composure as quickly... but the sight before her was enough to make her forget, enough for her to draw her hand back to the heat radiating from between her legs and stroke lightly along the outside of the thin wet linen cloth covering her. It was almost too much of a tease in some ways, in others it was the greatest relief from all of the stimulation her eyes were providing.
Poe used the opportunity of having Jess in his arms to get her back to the bed and lay her out on it, her tiny white shorts gleaming against her softly beige skin. Jess wound up propped up on her elbows, thick raven hair flowing everywhere, her thick pink lips fallen slightly open with arousal, and her dark eyes for once distracted from her crush again and entirely focused on Poe. Poe quickly pulled the tie on his linen trousers and stepped out of them as he climbed onto the bed, one thick thigh carefully between Jess’ slender legs and one to the far side of her body so he didn’t block Rey’s view. His dark grey underwear clung wonderfully to the curves of his ass and his currently very prominent erection, and he couldn’t help but adopt a slightly sassy pose as he paused briefly above his gorgeous friend.
Jess couldn’t help but drink in the sight of her gorgeous commander above her. It was rare, in all of their trysts, for her to wind up in this position and she was sure she didn’t properly appreciate it. What she could do was appreciate quite how Poe had decided that her occasional confusions and stutters meant she shouldn’t be running the show again just yet, and force he really did have a nice body, and the pause was over and Poe pressed himself the full length of her, his erection rutting into her lower pelvic area whilst his thigh rubbed and pressed along the area between her legs. Jess collapsed back down onto her back, submitting briefly to the older man, letting her hands come up around his neck, around his back, and meanwhile grinding down on his thigh in search of some relief. She lost herself briefly in the sensations, focusing only on the way their bodies intersected and letting everything else in her mind go blank.
Rey hadn’t realised exactly how hot two attractive people writhing at each other mostly naked could be, but apparently the answer was *very.* Every inch of connection they had was exciting and beautiful, and if part of her found the idea of trading places with either of them overwhelming, the other part felt an aching longing that started in her core and seemed to permeate to the very tips of her fingers and her toes. She drew a deep ragged breath as she continued to watch them, and slipped the fingers of her left hand underneath the last layer of cloth covering her, to draw them down over the impossibly hot slickness that had gathered at her opening.