Jessica Gordon Captain Underpants Novels & Stories

The gift she was carrying dropped onto the floor and opened up revealing a leopard print male thong and handcuffs. Everyone roared in laughter as Charlie picked up the items in the air for everyone to see. Mark knew this was a joke. His office staff always preyed on the weak and unfortunately for the last 6 months it was Jessica. Jessica looked at the items and then at Mark, a single tear slipped her eye as she dashed to the bathroom stumbling along the way. Before she reached the bathroom, the heel on ther red stiletto gave in and she fell onto the hard tiled floor. * crack*

I felt the emotions take over me, and I stuck my fingers in his hair, pushing his mouth against his, trying to imprint all the love I felt while under his lunges, I reached orgasm, and he followed me around. ***** "What do I need a giant fucking bra for?" Jess trilled across the phone, "With removable cups! Can you believe May?!" she continued while I laughed. "Are you aware you’re going to have giant boobs?" I said. "I already have giant boobs, to Andrew’s delight! He’s like a baby, he’s wasting hours between my boobs! And I want to fuck him, and he looks at them like a fool!" I laugh jokingly, slamming my feet on the couch like a teenager hearing all of Jess' bullshit. I’ve been lying ther

The people around us were all snickering. Behind me, Jessica was kneeling, crying and saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I turned around and realized that there was a puddle of light yellow water beneath her, and there were traces of water on her pants as well... Both Katy and Teresa covered their noses. Katy first said, "Oh, I can't believe you wet your pants. Luckily I know you're a human, or I'll think it's an animal here." After she said that, Jessica lowered her face even more.

My first enemies in nothing less than 24 hours. "You got your locker and keys? " Charlie asked. I dangled the keys in front of her "Got them" From the side of my eyes in the dim lightening of the road I saw someone trying to catch up with us, a slender almost painfully thin girl with a mass of dark brown curls. I imagine a soft wind blowing her off. She smiled wide and waved, "Charlie, whose the new friend? " she asked in a high voice. "Jessica Underwood. Senior, Class 2". She glanced at me "Don't worry Zoe here is harmless, she was the constant butt of the Bad Boys Club "

Jessica whipped her head back to the screen, now having our full attention. "What?" She asked, her eyes confused. "What was that? Why are you guys laughing?" I couldn't help it; her facial expressions made us burst into another fit of laughter. Ava was on the floor, laughing uncontrollably. "Can you say whip?" She managed to let out after cleaning the imaginary snort from her nose. "Oh that." She rolled her eyes. "Is that what was making you guys laugh? Seriously? It wasn't even funny." "It was funny to us. I mean, Jessica, who couldn't date anyone because they didn't interest her, is basically drooling over the back of someone."

God, the little skirt was too tight on her legs and ass, besides being tiny. Camila was sure that if she bent over she could show too much of her body, and she wasn't taking into account the panties, which were tiny. As she guessed, her entire top was showing through the fabric, almost completely revealing her black bra, this was going to make it very uncomfortable. “You look spectacular” Jessica said behind her, she reached over and stretched out her palm.

Jessica had what looked like sweatpants in her hands when she said, "I'm going to change. My clothes are drenched. It's snowing out like crazy, Aunt Lauren." Greg then chimed in, "Ok. I'll change while you're in the bathroom." I had forgotten that Jessica was going to be here today. The only reason I sat up was because Greg had almost caught me playing with myself. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to complete the task of having my orgasm. And now, I wouldn't be able to finish with both of them here. These walls were thin, and I would be too paranoid that they would catch me pleasuring myself.

"What about it? I needed help and you were there for me. You're a good brother, Tunny. Always have been." "That's it?" "Yup," she said simply. "Feel free to beat yourself up about it, but that's how I see things. Now, can we talk booby-holders?" she cried gleefully picking around the drawer's contents. It was filled with nearly two dozen sets of new underwear. The bras were sized for her new breasts - she'd clearly gone shopping beforehand. Jessica's eyes were darting everywhere. "I can't decide. You pick. Which one is going to be the first to hold my new superboobs?"

I stumble in the process, and someone’s cold beer spills down the front of my once awesome but now terrible dress. Crap. Double crap. Well, shit. I stare down at my wet chest and let out a wail. At least the coldness makes the burn feel a tiny bit better. The guy in question utters a half-mumbled apology and scurries off towards the pool tables. “How rude. By the way, I can now see your nipples,” Jess says as she takes a sip from her champagne flute with a giggle. “Perfect—a flamingo with erect nipples,” I mutter.

I stared at the gray undergarment, studying the yellow Batman symbol on it. My mind was bouncing around one thought: Jace Storme liked my underwear. Or at least he'd said. My mind was dancing happily—Jace Storme had liked my underwear!—but my heart was telling me that he was just joking. Nobody, especially not Jace Storme, could like anything I owned. I was a nobody. He was a somebody. No, he was Jace Storme.