jenny part5
partway up the sides, showing tantalizing glimpses of skin. Her braless
breasts hung firm and high, the nipples hard, straining against the thin
cotton and just begging to be set free. Her bare legs were magnificently
toned, retaining just a hint of tan leftover from the summer. I noticed she
was smiling at me, nervous but apparently enjoying my attentions.
Then, to my complete shock she yawned and stretched her arms high above
her head. The shirt, which was just barely long enough to begin with, rode
up and I plainly saw the brown fuzz of her pubic hair. She held the pose
for one magnificent second, then dropped her arms down again, much to my
disappointment.
I made no pretense of not looking at her. That would have been
ridiculous. But her eyes met mine and I saw the same fire I saw earlier in
the lunchroom, only this time it wasn’t smoldering but raging almost out
of control.
With slow deliberation she walked across the room, swinging her hips
just the right amount to make the slits in the nightshirt part and give
excruciating glimpse of bare skin. She sat down on the couch next to me,
close enough to touch. One gorgeously unclad leg rested on the couch and
across the other leg at about mid-thigh. One arm draped carelessly over the
back. Her eyes met mine and seemed to capture me completely. My heart went
wild as what was going on here finally sunk in.
Finally she spoke, her voice low and throaty. “Did you mean what you
said earlier?”
Her voice startled me out of the spell I was in. “Um, what did I say
earlier?”
“That you like to give pleasure as much as receive it?” she said
softly.
My heart thudded slowly in my chest. “Sure.” I answered just as softly,
“Giving is lots of fun. I never tire of it.”
“And…” she asked, uncertainty crossing her face, “and… would you be
willing to give a little to someone who could really use it?”
Now, it would seem to be obvious that I should answer immediately with a
loud and enthusiastic YES! but being in such a situation is much different
from reading or fantasizing. In all honesty, I was a little frightened. I’d
had more than my share of fantasies about Jenny, but to be presented with a
breathing living willing reality was another thing. You don’t treat real
human beings the way you do in fantasies. But then I realized that she was
honestly asking for help, and taking quite a chance doing so. She was
obviously as scared and hopeful as I was. To turn her down would do great
damage to her self-esteem. I couldn’t do that to her.
So, I simply said “Yes.”
She gazed into my eyes for a long, long moment, uncertain how to
proceed. Then her lips met mine in a deep, open kiss. She moved forward
until she was laying on top of me while we were still kissing. Our bodies
moved together, rubbing in slow, sinuous motion. Her hips pressed down
directly on the hardness at my crotch and ground against it, sending waves
of pleasure though me. Her mouth was still locked with mine, but her breath
was coming in short gasps. Our activity became more frenzied as our
excitement grew, her gasps turning to low moans.
And all at once, the spell broke. She collapsed on top of me, her head
…End of the part5. To be continued..
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