Jenny

Archive-name: Jenny

Subject: STORY: Jenny (1/2)

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Jenny

by
James Charles Lynn

I had always liked Jenny, though I didn't know her well personally. We worked together on the night shift. Us night-timers have a slightly different perspective on the world that most other people on 'normal' shifts. We're often driving on streets devoid of life at 3AM, and spend a lot of time at home because nothing's open. And then we sleep through the morning, when everybody else is alive and awake. It's a very lonely life most of the time.

Jenny suffered from this as much as I. She had come to town almost a year ago, and because of her hours, she hadn't had so much as one date in all that time. Often she would grumble about the lack of a social/sex life. There were plenty of guys on the night shift, but for some reason she didn't seem interested. More than a few of them were interested, though. She stood about 5 foot seven and was rather busty. She was a bit overweight, but not seriously and I found it quite a turn-on. It made her seem more real, somehow. More than once I had half-jokingly offered my services, only to be turned down with an appreciative smile. I could never seem to work up the nerve to come out and ask her for a date. Mostly it was because I was certain she'd turn me down and rejection was something I didn't really care for.

I don't know what got into me one night. It was a Saturday and we both had gotten roped into putting in a 'little overtime'. If you consider 10 hours 'little'. Anyway, it was about 9PM and we both sat down to lunch. Since there was no one else there we actually talked to each other. Somehow the conversation got around to dates, and I asked her just what it was she looked for in a guy.

"Well," she said musingly, "looks aren't all that important, I guess. A good personality is more important." She was silent for a moment, thinking. "Right now what I would like to find most is somebody who's good in bed. After a year of nothing I'm getting kind of, well, itchy."

My heart gave a jump at that and my temperature rose ten degrees. I got up to get a cup of coffee from the machine behind her. As I did, I said, "How do you expect to find somebody like that? Advertise?"

She chuckled. "I can see it now: Lonely woman seeks good fucker. Low pay but great fringe benefits."

"Those benefits look pretty good to me." I said, still standing behind her and sipping my coffee. My heart had calmed, but I was still tense. Anticipatory, perhaps. "But seriously, that's what you're looking for? Not just any old guy who can get it up?"

"Uh uh." She said softly, almost dreamily. "It would be tempting, but hell, if the guy doesn't know what he's doing, it just isn't really worthwhile. Not for me, anyway. For him it's probably great."

The it was my turn to laugh. "Yeah, I guess so. Some guys are like that. They just want to, um, get off and go to sleep. But there are some who are different, ya know."

"Oh, really?" she said, still seemingly in a trance.

"Sure." I said. I put the cup down. "For some of us half the fun is in making the other person feel good." I placed my hands on her shoulders, though I wasn't really aware of it at the time. "Sex is an artform. I think so, anyway. I used to have a girlfriend who told me I was the only guy who was capable of making her come almost every time. The only reason for that was because I the only guy who really tried."

I was massaging her shoulders while I said this. I looked down and saw that she was breathing deeply and heavily, her eyes closed. My heart rate jumped back up when I realized what was happening. I felt my prick swelling up inside my jeans like a balloon. Slowly I moved my hands out along her shoulders while I continued to talk in a husky voice. "You see, my favorite part of making love is to explore the woman's body." My hands moved up and down her arms. Her breathing grew more labored and she tilted her head up a bit, eyes still closed. I leaned down and whispered close to her ear, "Every inch, from head to toe. I like to touch, and be touched. I like to lick and nibble until until she can't take any more. And then..." I ran my hands up her sides and slowly, gently slipped them around under her breasts. He breathing turned to gasps, then moans. She arched her back as I fondled her. Even through her bra and heavy shirt her nipples stood out like little buttons. I flicked my index fingers across them gently and each time I did she jumped a little.

By now I was hard as a rock and her hand found its way to my crotch, rubbing its length almost desperately. She seemed almost out of control, her breath coming in little cries. She turned around suddenly and buried my mouth against hers. The kiss lasted forever, it seemed, as our tongues intertwined like two sensuous snakes.

Then the shift bell rang. Lunch was over.

We both pulled back, confused and more than a little embarassed. Neither one of us said much as we straghtened out our clothing and got ready to go back to work.

On the way out the door though, our hands brushed briefly and a spark seemed to jump between them. I looked up at her and saw a barely controlled fire raging in her eyes. I knew right then that it was not nearly over yet...

The rest of the night passed quietly. I kept looking at Jenny across the otherwise unoccupied shop but not once did I catch her looking back at me. I didn't have opportunity to talk to her at all, so I could do nothing but wonder. Most likely she was trying to forget it ever happened. I was hardly a woman's dream come true, as past experiences had told me. Probably just as well.

But just try telling that to the ache in my heart. Or the one between my legs.

Finally the end-of-shift bell rang. A couple of scraggly, sorry-looking graveyard people had drifted in to take over our machines and we could take off. I saw Jenny head over to the phone and dial a number.

"What's up?" I asked her.

"Calling Dianne to come pick me up. She's got my car tonight."

Dianne was Jenny's roomie. I had met her briefly before, and Jenny had once mentioned that she worked an early day shift. Even if she didn't have to get up early tomorrow she surely wouldn't enjoy dragging ass out of bed at 2AM to come down here and get Jenny. Before Jenny dialed the last digit I volunteered, "Hey, don't wake her up. I'll give you a ride."

Jenny looked at me dubiously, her finger paused over the last number. "I didn't figure you for the altruisitc type. Isn't it out of your way?"

"It's more out of Dianne's way. The poor woman isn't a creature of the night like us. She needs her sleep."

She considered a moment, then put the phone back with the last number still undialed. "Okay," she smiled, "but straight home and no sidetrips. I'm bushed."

"No prob." I assured her. We walked out into the refreshingly cool night air, across the parking lot to my junkmobile. I saw her giving it the wary eye and I flashed her a grin, "Don't laugh, it's paid for."

I thought I heard her mumble something about it being paid for in cereal boxtops but I didn't pursue the matter. I turned the key and the engine moaned, grumbled, and finally coughed to life athsmatically. I revved the engine a couple times and it roared impressively, the sound bouncing off the nearby building walls in staccato bursts. I really needed to put a muffler on the damn thing.

Pulled out of the parking lot and into the street--slowly. I was thankful that it was dark and Jenny couldn't see my foot which had the accellerator pressed to the floor. I doubt she would have cared anyway. She was too busy hanging on for dear life, trying to avoid being shaken out of her seat. I *really* needed to put a muffler on this car.

Ten teeth-rattling minutes later we pulled up in front of her apartment building. All around lights were coming on as people were getting up to see what the hell was making all that racket. I found an empty spot along the curb and turned the ignition off the keep from waking the other half of the neighborhood. In the deafening silence I turned to face her. "Well, here we are."

She turned in the darkness, "Yep, here we are. Well, thanks for the, uh, ride..." and opened the door.

I turned the key as she stepped out. I was rewarded by a low groan and a death rattle from somewhere under the hood. Turning the key again only got me a faint clicking sound. I hit the wheel with the palm of my hand. "Shit!"

"What's the matter?" Jenny asked, leaning in the still open door.

"Fucking battery died again!" I groaned. "The alternator belt's broken. I was gonna fix it tomorrow."

"Oh." She said. "Well, I can go up and get the keys from Dianne and give you a jump with my car. Hang on..." She dissapeared into the darkness. Several minutes later she returned with a disgusted look on her face. "I don't fucking believe it. She's not there! She left a note on the 'fridge saying she left with some guy for the coast and won't be back 'til tomorrow afternoon. In my car, damn her! I coulda been stuck at work all night!"

Actually, I had the idea Jenny was more pissed because her roomie had a date tonight and she didn't. Which I didn't feel particularly sympathetic for at the moment, considering my predicament. "Well, I could thumb it home and have a buddy bring me back early tomorrow and jump me. That way I can get the car out of here before it starts lowering property values."

I got out and shut the door and locked it. I started to walk down the street and I noticed Jenny keeping step with me, obviously wanting to say something but not knowing quite how. She said haltingly, "Um, well, since it's kinda my fault that you're stuck here, I, uh, could put you up for the night."

Oh really? I was tired, but not so tired I didn't pick up on the possible implications of that statement right away. And even if it didn't mean what I hoped, it still sounded better than standing out in the cold for maybe hours trying to get a ride from some soft-hearted motorist. It wouldn't be the first time I had done that and I wasn't looking forward to doing it again. "Sure." I said, hoping I didn't sound too eager, "It's been a long day already. Thanks."

"Thank *you*." she murmured under her breath, and I wondered what that was supposed to mean as I followed her to her apartment.

As I walked into Jenny's apartment the first thing that hit me was the all-permeating odor of catbox. It wasn't too bad, though. I used to have a cat myself, so I was used to it. The place was fairly small, with a kitchen in an alcove off to my right and a short hallway to the left leading to the bedrooms and bathroom. In front was the living room. There was a couch and a couple of well-worn chairs. A small TV sat on a none-too-steady stand opposite the couch and chairs. The place was clean, but cluttered. Magazines and various articles of female clothing lay scattered about. Jenny began picking up the latter while mumbling an apology. I remarked it looked lots better than my place, which didn't comfort her much since she saw what my car looked like and could well imagine what my place must look like.

She was probably right on the money.

After a few minutes the place was fairly straight. She plopped down in a chair, exhausted. I landed on the couch feeling about the same. Exhausted, but far from sleepy. "Nice place you got here." I remarked.

"Thanks." she smiled tiredly. "It was cheap and clean." She sat up a little and said, "I really appreciate the ride. And... I'm kinda glad you're here. I hate staying in this neighborhood by myself..." She looked like she was going to say more but stopped and looked away instead.

I started to reply but felt something moving by my feet. I looked down and saw a little grey ball of fur playing with my shoelaces. Gently I reached down and picked it up. It was a kitten, about four months old, all fuzz and golden eyes, which stared into mine. And sharp claws, which I dicovered a second later as he(?) decided he wanted down NOW. I complied quickly before he could do any serious damage. He shot across the room in a grey blur and dissappeared under the coffee table.

Jenny was grinning at me. Suddenly she got up and said "Excuse me, I gotta change and clean up a little. Make yourself at home. I won't be long." And she dissappeared into one of the other rooms. A moment later I heard a shower running.

I never was very good at making myself at home in somebody else's home. Not to mention I was worn out from work and a funny little knot of tension rested in the pit of my stomach. I turned on the TV and settled back on the couch, trying to relax.

It wasn't long before she was done. I turned to see her and had to hold back a small gasp of surprise.

She stood in the hallway dressed in just a nightshirt that just came down to her upper thighs, and apparently nothing else. The shirt was slit 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 dissapointment.

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 smouldering 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 glimpes of bare skin. She sat down on the couch next to me, close enough to touch. One gorgously 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 recieve 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 buried in my chest, crying softly.

The dry humping had stimulated me almost to orgasm, but my erection quickly faded. Unsure of what else to do, I held her and caressed her hair and rocked her back and forth softly while making what I hoped were soothing noises.

For a long time we lay like that, until she sniffled and raised her head. Her eyes were red-rimmed and very vulnerable. "God, I feel so stupid..." she said in a very quiet voice.

"Shhh." I said, "It's okay. You're not stupid. Things just went a little too fast, didn't they?"

She nodded, looking away. "I guess so. I've never been like this in my entire life. I talk a lot, but I'm not really like that. Tonight I just... I don't know..." she started sniffling and buried her face in my chest again.
"There, there," I said softly "being lonely and hurting doesn't make you a bad person at all. It makes you human, which is no more or less than the rest of us. You're a free adult and I don't feel you did anything wrong."

I don't think she was convinced but she didn't respond or argue. We lay together silently until I wondered if she dropped off to sleep. Finally she raised her head. "These long hours don't help any, either. I think I'll go to bed."

She got off me and stood unsteadily. Her nightshirt stuck to her body in several interesting places but I found my interest surprisingly muted by my concern for this girl. I thought I was going to be making this couch my bed for the night but she held a hand down to me. "Come on."

I got up painfully, and stretched as the circulation returned to my muscles. How long had I been laying there, anyway? I was afraid to find out. Holding my hand, she pulled me towards the bedroom. "I know it's kind of forward, in light of how this evening is going, but I'd really like some nice company tonight, even just to sleep with. You don't mind, do you?"

I really didn't, and I said so. She kissed me on the cheek. "I've always liked you."

The bedroom was about as orderly as the rest of the apartment, but still seemed feminine, without being really obvious about it. She had a full size bed, with the blankets thrown over it in a hurried attempt at neatness. She had probably done it before leaving for work this morning. Yesterday morning, actually.

She pulled the covers down and sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh, springs groaning beneath her. "God, I'm so tired." She gripped the lower hem of her nightshirt, apparently to pull it off, and then looked up at me, concerned. "You don't mind, do you? I don't usually sleep with anything on."

My mouth had suddenly gone dry again as my heart leaped. I shook my head, trying not to appear too anxious, "No, that's... okay."

She pulled the shirt up, up, revealing inch after agonizing inch more of bare skin, until she pulled it off over her head and dropped it on the floor beside her. She stretched her arms, gloriously, wonderfully nude, and sighed "Ah... that feels so much better." She swung her legs up onto the bed and covered herself up to her waist. Her breasts were so large and inviting, the aurioles a bright rosy read, the nippless still partially erect, that my hands just ached to touch them. Instead I tore my eyes away and walked around to the other side of the bed, where she smiled and pulled the covers down for me. I sat down and almost got in before she said "Aren't you at least going to take your shoes off?"

I *had* forgotten that little detail. I still had my jacket on, even. I stood up and pulled off my jacket and kicked off my shoes. For a moment I wondered how far I should go, then decided to hell with it. I pulled my shirt off over my head, then unbuckled my pants. She was watching me, of course, and there seemed to be a hint of excitement in her eyes. I took my pants off and saw her eyes lock on the bulge in my shorts. I was still somewhat erect so the bulge was pronounced, to say the least. Slowly I pulled them down and my penis, freed from imprisonment, leaned out from the dark fluff of my pubic hair, almost at it's maximum size though still pointing downward. There was an audible intake of breath from her when she saw it.

I sat down and removed my socks and crawled under the covers. In a husky voice she said, "That was magnificent." as she reached over to turn the light out. Then she snuggled against me, laying her head on my arm.

Her body was warm, almost burning, and the feel of her bare skin next to mine and the excitement of knowing there were absolutely no layers of clothing between us soon had me excited again. My heart wouldn't stop pounding and my cock stood ramrod stiff and twitching. She moved her arm up and placed her hand on my chest. "Anybody ever tell you how attractive you are?"

Actually, nobody had, and I said as much and I placed my free hand on her side and moved it from shoulder to hip in a long, slow caress, back and forth. After a moment her breathing changed pitch and became quicker, deeper.

Her hand caressed my chest in a similar manner and she nuzzled my neck softly. This time there was none of the hurried frenzy of earlier. Things were progressing smoothly and more naturally, without a word from either one of us. I became a little more adventuresome with my explorations, and moved my hand to cup one soft breast. I moved my hand under it, feeling it's weight, and my thumb found her nipple, finally bare and fully erect. I rubbed my thumb across it and a short, breathy moan escaped her lips as she arched her back.

Her hand moved down, raising to trail her fingers through my pubic hair before resting lightly on my cock, sendling little twinges and flashes of pleasure through my pelvis. I raised my hips in reponse and she grabbed my cock almost tight enough to hurt. Almost, but not quite. Instead it felt wonderful.

I was now massaging her whole breast and her breath came in ragged moans and she whole body writhed in slow, sinuous motion. I moved my face down and extended my tongue, slowly circling it around her nipple. Then I took it in my mouth, as much as I could, and sucked it in and out rapidly between my teeth, and her writhing became more violent, almost pulling away from me. My free hand, meanwhile, moved around to her back, travelling up and down exploring freely from her neck to her ass, which I grabbed hard when I reached it.

Her mouth covered mine and our tongues intertwined frantically. Her arms wrapped around me almost hard enough to squeeze the breath out of me and my cock ground hard against her pubic fuzz. Finally her mouth released mine only long enough to gasp, "I want you in me now!"

I had roughly the same idea by then myself. She rolled over on her back, more or less pulling me on top of her. I raised my hips and she reached down to guide me into the right spot.

With slow deliberateness I thrust my cock into her. She was so wet and excited that it slid in with no resitance at all, until I was buried in her as deep as I could go and I felt her fuzz tickling my lower belly. She pressed her hips against mine for maximum penetration as her gasps became cries.

I did not pump but simply held myself there as her movements grew more frantic and her cries louder. I knew if I moved too much I would come and I wanted to enjoy this as long as I could. Instead I just moved myself from side to side a little, pushing her even closer to the brink as she bucked beneath me.

"Oh God... Oh God..." she moaned, her voice getting higher and lounder until her muscles locked and held rigid in an explosive orgasm. The muscles of her vagina locked tight on my penis and almost against my will I orgasmed, pumping my seed deep into the warm depths of her body for what seemed a long, long time and intensifying her pleasure even more, if such a thing was possible.

We shared an endless moment of agonizing pleasure before collapsing in an exhausted heap, with me still laying on top and buried deep within her.
Gasping for air and trying to regain some of our strength, we lay like that for who knows how long. Jenny's eyes looked up into mine and she was so achingly beautiful in the half-light streaming in from the window. In those eyes there was no more fire (though I knew it would soon be back) but warmth and tenderness and gratitude and... love?

In an exhausted voice she said, "Hi there, stranger."

In a similarly exhausted voice I replied, "Hi there yourself. Come here often?" My unintentional double entendre sent us both into a fit of laughter that wiped away any tension that might have remained. It felt as if we had been lovers for years, instead of just one frantic night. For a fleeting instant I felt a glimmer of hope that it might go on for years...

She spoke and interrupted my musing. "You know, it's been well over a year since I've... been with anybody. In one short night you've made up for all that lost time and then some. I've never experienced anything this intense. Never."

"I don't think I have either." I replied tiredly. "This was incredible. Just as I had always thought it might be."

"Yeah. Me too." She shifted a little and a wave of residual pleasure ran though me. "Actually, I could get used to this on a... a regular basis. I've always, um, liked you. Maybe in the near future we could... um..."

I shushed her quietly, "The future can take care of itself, and perhaps we'll be in each other's. I think I'd like that myself very much. Right now let's just enjoy the moment." She nodded silently and relaxed.

It was not long before my penis began to swell again, and Jenny noticed it almost before I did for I had never pulled it out. The second time around I was much less sensitive and lasted far longer. She climaxed at least six times before I came again and we both collapsed, exhausted for real, as the first light of dawn began to color the sky outside.

We spent most of Sunday in bed, and not from exhaustion either, although we did exhaust each other eventually. I never did make it home that weekend, and it was with bitter dissapointment we faced the reality of Monday and going back to work. We dragged in together half an hour late, disheveled and in rumpled clothes (mine were the same ones from Saturday). I was barely choerent enough to work all day long, but not for one second did I regret it.

That was six months ago. We saw each other every weekend, and most nights in between. Dianne moved out to join her new boyfriend in Oregon City, and Jenny immediately invited me to move in with her. I didn't waste any time packing.

At work they don't know anything about it, because the boss frowns heavily on employee relationships (Or any other form of fun that doesn't increase his profits, for that matter.) but every time I walk by Jenny or meet her in the lunch room she always favors me with a little smile and a conspiritorial wink, which I always return.

You know, I used to hate working nights...

From: ualxn@mcl.ucsb.edu (Alex) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: STORY: Jenny (2/2) Date: 3 Jun 92 09:41:48 GMT

A Late Encounter

by
James Charles Lynn

It was well after two when Jenny and I finally reached her friend Alyssa's apartment. Our original plan had been to pass through Portland completely on the way home to Seattle but we had gotten a late start and after six hours of driving from the California border we were both beat. So Jenny had called Alyssa up from the last rest stop and she had been more than happy to put us up for the night. They didn't see each other much since we had moved up north. Me, I was just glad to postpone the last four hour's drive until I got a little shuteye.
Alyssa met us at the door dressed in a flannel bathrobe that was open just enough to rouse me a little from my stupor. She hugged Jenny and they went in chattering away, almost ignoring me as I just missed tripping on the front step and falling on my face. I said I was tired.
"Oh, god, it's so wonderful to see you again!" Alyssa told her. "And you, too, Tom." she added as an aside to me. When I lived here in Portland I had visited here a lot with Jenny, and whenever neither of them were watching I often scoped Alyssa out head to toe. At twenty seven years old and 130 pounds she'd never win a beauty contest but that didn't mean she wasn't damned attractive. Almost as much as Jenny. Her extra weight was distributed perfectly both above and below the waist. She was the sort you could cuddle all night long and never get tired of it. It always had been a mystery to me that she didn't get any dates but her priorities were different, I guess. I would have purely loved to get her in the sack and often thought of it but I could never hurt Jenny that way. Didn't mean I couldn't dream, though...
They chattered on for the longest time, oblivious to the late hour. I just sat quietly on the couch and tried to keep my eyes open. Finally, Jenny yawned (it looked forced to me) and said it was time to get some sleep. Fine by me. Even Alyssa's body was failing to keep me awake anymore. Tells you how tired I was.
Alyssa gave me a blanket and pillow and I sprawled out on the couch while they went into her bedroom. Through the closed door I could still hear them gabbing away. I hoped Jenny enjoyed trying to sleep in the passenger's seat tomorrow. I would not feel sorry for her one bit. As I finally dropped off I thought I heard a lot of excited, suspicious giggling...

It seemed like seconds later that I was being shaken awake. It was Jenny, dressed in her pajama top. It was still dark outside so I mumbled something about what the hell...?
"Sweetheart, I was just thinking and I felt guilty about making you sleep on this uncomfortable couch." she whispered. I was too tired to be uncomfortable but was wondering what she was talking about. "Why don't you come sleep with us in Alyssa's bed? It's big enough."
Now I was fully awake and none too happy. Spending the night next to that luscious body and unable to do anything about it would not be great fun. But Jenny finally talked me into. My resistance is very low when I'm pooped.

Jenny took me by the hand and led me into the darkened bedroom. I started to crawl into bed and she said "You're not going to sleep in your clothes, are you?"
True enough, out in the front room I had just kicked off my shoes before laying down. Gee, thanks, honey. It's gonna be hard enough sleeping next to Alyssa as it is. I wondered if Jenny was trying to get me back for something I did or said during the day with this torture. I turned to where Alyssa was laying and said, "Does this bother you at all?"
"Oh, no." she replied "Jenny said you could be trusted."
Jeez. something very funny was going on here but I decided it might be to my advantage to play it through. So I stripped down to my shorts and climbed into bed. Jenny got in after me and there I was with a woman on each side of me. I guess things weren't that bad after all. I put an arm around Jenny's shoulders and kissed her and told Alyssa goodnight.
Not that it was going to be that easy to sleep. The bed wasn't *that* big and both of the girls were pressed pretty tight against me. Jenny was cuddling me on my left in the nightshirt and Alyssa's warm body pressed against me on the right and while I did't dare find out for sure, I could have sworn she wasn't wearing anything. All I could feel was bare flesh pressing against mine. It wasn't going to be a very restful night after all, especially since I was sporting a raging hard-on.

The night was getting less restful by the minute. Jenny wasn't just cuddling, but running her hands up and down my chest and legs, making me tingle. I was fast losing interest in sleep at all. She kissed me back, this time with her tongue. Her intentions were obvious, but I wasn't so sure. "Sweetheart," I whispered, "I don't know how to tell you this, but we *are* in your best friend's bed. It doesn't seem fair to her."
Jenny replied in a throaty voice, "Alyssa doesn't mind." she leaned up on her elbow for a second and addressed her. "Do you?"
"Not at all." Alyssa replied. "This bed doesn't see much action as it is. I wouldn't mind watching somebody else for a change. That is, if it doesn't bother Tom..."
"Who, me?" I squeaked, unable to believe what I was hearing. "Oh, no, not at all. I seem to be outnumbered anyway."
"Then it's settled." Jenny said, laying back down and caressing my body again. It occured to me that the whole thing sounded suspiciously well-rehearsed and then I asked myself what the hell I was worrying about.
I kissed her again, tracing delicate lines down her cheek to her ear and then down to the base of her throat with my open mouth. I could feel her shiver at the sensation as I undid her pajama top with practiced ease. I felt a little self-concious. I had never made love in front of an audience before, especially not one in the same bed. I could feel the heat of Alyssa's body pressed against my back and it seemed to increase my excitement tenfold.
Jenny's hands ran down my sides and reached into my shorts, caressing my cock as I undid the last button on her top. I opened it to reveal the treasures that lay within. It was getting kind of warm so I took the blanket off of Jenny and myself. It was dark, but still light enough to see fairly well. Might as well give her a good show. In case you couldn't guess, I was relly getting into this. Alyssa gathered the sheets around herself almost selfconciously as I moved on my hands and knees to hover over Jenny.
I continued roving over Jenny's nude form with mouth and hands as she shifted and moaned with pleasure. I took one delicate nipple in my mouth and sucked it gently, letting it harden under my tender ministrations. Out of one corner of my eyes I could see Alyssa watching wide-eyed, still wrapped in the bedclothes.
Jenny grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, and I kicked them off onto the floor. I glanced again at Alyssa and could see her staring at my cock, jutting stiff and hard from between my legs. This was getting better by the second.
I moved my attentions from Jenny's breast down lower. I slowly, lovingly made my way to the curly tuft of her pubic hair. Without warning I plunged down between her legs and began running my tongue along the cleft of her pussy, first on the outside and then slowly, tantalizingly working my way inside. Jenny began to gasp and moan as her hips started pumping. Alyssa suddenly said, "God, this is so great!" in a high, excited voice.
I was inclined to agree, but couldn't say anything as my mouth was already busy.
Jenny must have been as excited as me, because it took her much less time than usual to build up a full head of steam and before I knew it her gasps grew in intensity and she suddenly stopped as every muscle in her body locked in an intense orgasm. Slowly, slowly she relaxed and released a long sigh of contentment. I crawled back up to lay beside her and held her tight until the shivering subsided.
After a few minutes she said, "You always did know how to get to me. But now I've got something for you..."
"And what is that?" I asked. Then Alyssa cleared her throat and I looked behind me.
She had finally shed the blankets, throwing them off the bed completely. In the semi-darkness I could see her in all her naked glory. My eyes roamed over the magnificence of her body, from her flowing hair to large, inviting, hard-nippled breasts, to her wide hips to the dark mystery of her crotch. This was the body I had seen and held in hundreds of idle erotic dreams now brought to glorious reality. I turned to Jenny and said, "Are you serious?"
"Love," she said, "Since our high school days Alyssa and I have shared almost everything, both good and bad. You're one of the good things that we've been waiting a long time to share."
I didn't have time to say much else before Alyssa made me lay down with a firm hand. She gave me a deep kiss that suddenly made my heart pound like an overworked compressor and took my breath away for a moment. I reached out and explored her body with my hands as she was exploring mine.
Suddenly I had two sets of hands caressing me as Jenny joined her. I lay back and enjoyed the unbelievable sensation. And, to my astonishment, I saw that they were caressing each other as well as me. I would have to ask Jenny about the extent of her "sharing" with Alyssa at some future time but I was enjoying myself too much worry about it now.
They worked me over on each side with their tongues as well as their hands and bodies. I fondled Alyssa's ample breasts, feeling their swelling roundness, their weight in my hands, as I had so often dreamed of doing before.
Their attentions moved farther down my body to the region of my hips. With a light, feathery touch they teased my throbbing cock. Jenny raised my cock up and they both bent down and kissed a deep tongue kiss, with the head of my cock in between. The feeling of two slippery tongues writhing around the most sensitive part of my body was almost too much to bear and I groaned involuntarily. They broke and Alyssa looked at me with a wicked smile. Then she glanced over at Jenny who nodded briefly. Alyssa crawled astride my hips and I knew what she was up to.
She slowly guided me into her and then sat down on my cock, forcing it deep into the slippery warmth of her body. I reached up and held her to me as I began to pump with slow rhythem. Jenny wasn't left out, as she kissed Alyssa and fondled both her and me. I felt just a twinge of jealousy at this unguessed side of Jenny's personality but the mood overpowered everything else.
Alyssa was really getting into it. Her breath was coming out in gasps that were getting shorter and sharper and I began to think I might outlast her. But the pressure in my loins was building too quickly and before I knew it I orgasmed with a grunt, injecting my load deep into the warm depths of her body. Apparently she had been close herself, because her gasps became cries and I pumped even more furiously, ignoring the overpowering sensitivity of my cock. Less than a minute later, she came with a cry that must have awakened the neighbors, and then relaxed with a sigh and she rested her head upon my chest and I stroked her hair gently. Jenny favored me with a last, deep kiss before we all collapsed from exhaustion.
I fell asleep a bit later with each arm around a beautiful girl, cuddled up next to me. I'd never been so happy or contented in my life.

We all slept well past noon the next day. At Alyssa's urging, we decided to postpone leaving by a day at least. I was amazed to discover that she had had her eye on me almost as long as I had one on her. We spent most of the day talking and I discovered many things about both of them that I didn't know. Like the fact that last night was the very first tiem they had done anything like that. But as the day wore on we became very close indeed. Almost like an extended family. That night wasn't a repeat performance, but much, much better. The element of surprise was gone, but the intimacy flowed much more naturally. I shan't bore you with details but let me say it was by far the most incredible night of my life.

Jenny and I are back in Seattle now, but we talk of those nights often. Alyssa calls on occasion, but I understand she has a boyfriend now who is very jealous and possessive. Since he's twice my size I'm not about to make him listen to reason so until she gives him the boot I guess Jenny and I will just have to make it alone. Not that there's anything wrong with that, mind you, but we've both had our eyes opened to something better. And we're looking forward to the day Alyssa might join us again...

From: jfriday@ada.stat.uga.edu (Paul Stacy) Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories Subject: ARCHIVE: Jenny Date: 14 Jun 92 03:15:07 GMT Organization: University of Georgia Statistics Department Originator: jfriday@ada

Path: athena.cs.uga.edu!emory!genie!udel!wupost!zaphod.mps.ohio- state.edu!cis.ohio-state.edu!ucbvax!CIE.UOREGON.EDU!jamesl From: jamesl@CIE.UOREGON.EDU (James Lynn) Newsgroups: alt.sex Subject: Repost: Jenny Message-ID: <9109110216.AA02631@cie.uoregon.edu> Date: 11 Sep 91 02:16:37 GMT Sender: daemon@ucbvax.BERKELEY.EDU

Jenny

by
James Charles Lynn

I had always liked Jenny, though I didn't know her well personally. We worked together on the night shift. Us night- timers have a slightly different perspective on the world that most other people on 'normal' shifts. We're often driving on streets devoid of life at 3AM, and spend a lot of time at home because nothing's open. And then we sleep through the morning, when everybody else is alive and awake. It's a very lonely life most of the time.

Jenny suffered from this as much as I. She had come to town almost a year ago, and because of her hours, she hadn't had so much as one date in all that time. Often she would grumble about the lack of a social/sex life. There were plenty of guys on the night shift, but for some reason she didn't seem interested. More than a few of them were interested, though. She stood about five foot seven and was rather busty. She was a bit overweight, but not seriously and I found it quite a turn-on. It made her seem more real, somehow. More than once I had half-jokingly offered my services, only to be turned down with an appreciative smile. I could never seem to work up the nerve to come out and ask her for a date. Mostly it was because I was certain she'd turn me down and rejection was something I didn't really care for.

She chuckled. "I can see it now: Lonely woman seeks good fucker. Low pay but great fringe benefits."

"Those benefits look pretty good to me," I said, still standing behind her and sipping my coffee. My heart had calmed, but I was still tense. Anticipatory, perhaps. "But seriously, that's what you're looking for? Not just any old guy who can get it up?"

"Uh uh," she said softly, almost dreamily. "It would be tempting, but hell, if the guy doesn't know what he's doing, it just isn't really worthwhile. Not for me, anyway. For him it's probably great."

The it was my turn to laugh. "Yeah, I guess so. Some guys are like that. They just want to, um, get off and go to sleep. But there are some who are different, ya know."

"Oh, really?" she said, still seemingly in a trance.

"Sure," I said. I put the cup down. "For some of us half the fun is in making the other person feel good." I placed my hands on her shoulders, though I wasn't really aware of it at the time. "Sex is an artform. I think so, anyway. I used to have a girlfriend who told me I was the only guy who was capable of making her come almost every time. The only reason for that was because I the only guy who really tried."

I was massaging her shoulders while I said this. I looked down and saw that she was breathing deeply and heavily, her eyes closed. My heart rate jumped back up when I realized what was happening. I felt my prick swelling up inside my jeans like a balloon. Slowly I moved my hands out along her shoulders while I continued to talk in a husky voice. "You see, my favorite part of making love is to explore the woman's body." My hands moved up and down her arms. Her breathing grew more labored and she tilted her head up a bit, eyes still closed. I leaned down and whispered close to her ear, "Every inch, from head to toe. I like to touch, and be touched. I like to lick and nibble until she can't take any more. And then..." I ran my hands up her sides and slowly, gently slipped them around under her breasts. He breathing turned to gasps, then moans. She arched her back as I fondled her. Even through her bra and heavy shirt her nipples stood out like little buttons. I flicked my index fingers across them gently and each time I did she jumped a little.

Then the shift bell rang. Lunch was over.

We both pulled back, confused and more than a little embar- rassed. Neither one of us said much as we straightened out our clothing and got ready to go back to work.

But just try telling that to the ache in my heart. Or the one between my legs.

"What's up?" I asked her.

"Calling Dianne to come pick me up. She's got my car to- night."

Jenny looked at me dubiously, her finger paused over the last number. "I didn't figure you for the altruistic type. Isn't it out of your way?"

"It's more out of Dianne's way. The poor woman isn't a creature of the night like us. She needs her sleep."

She considered a moment, then put the phone back with the last number still undialed. "Okay," she smiled, "but straight home and no sidetrips. I'm bushed."

"No prob," I assured her. We walked out into the refresh- ingly cool night air, across the parking lot to my junkmobile. I saw her giving it the wary eye and I flashed her a grin, "Don't laugh, it's paid for."

Pulled out of the parking lot and into the street--slowly. I was thankful that it was dark and Jenny couldn't see my foot which had the accelerator pressed to the floor. I doubt she would have cared anyway. She was too busy hanging on for dear life, trying to avoid being shaken out of her seat. I *really* needed to put a muffler on this car.

Ten teeth-rattling minutes later we pulled up in front of her apartment building. All around lights were coming on as people were getting up to see what the hell was making all that racket. I found an empty spot along the curb and turned the ignition off the keep from waking the other half of the neighbor- hood. In the deafening silence I turned to face her. "Well, here we are."

She turned in the darkness, "Yep, here we are. Well, thanks for the, uh, ride..." and opened the door.

"What's the matter?" Jenny asked, leaning in the still open door.

"Fucking battery died again!" I groaned. "The alternator belt's broken. I was gonna fix it tomorrow."

"Oh," she said. "Well, I can go up and get the keys from Dianne and give you a jump with my car. Hang on..." She disap- peared into the darkness. Several minutes later she returned with a disgusted look on her face. "I don't fucking believe it. She's not there! She left a note on the 'fridge saying she left with some guy for the coast and won't be back 'til tomorrow afternoon. In my car, damn her! I coulda been stuck at work all night!"

Actually, I had the idea Jenny was more pissed because her roomie had a date tonight and she didn't. Which I didn't feel particularly sympathetic for at the moment, considering my pre- dicament. "Well, I could thumb it home and have a buddy bring me back early tomorrow and jump me. That way I can get the car out of here before it starts lowering property values."

Oh really? I was tired, but not so tired I didn't pick up on the possible implications of that statement right away. And even if it didn't mean what I hoped, it still sounded better than standing out in the cold for maybe hours trying to get a ride from some soft-hearted motorist. It wouldn't be the first time I had done that and I wasn't looking forward to doing it again. "Sure," I said, hoping I didn't sound too eager, "It's been a long day already. Thanks."

"Thank *you*," she murmured under her breath, and I wondered what that was supposed to mean as I followed her to her apart- ment.

As I walked into Jenny's apartment the first thing that hit me was the all-permeating odor of catbox. It wasn't too bad, though. I used to have a cat myself, so I was used to it. The place was fairly small, with a kitchen in an alcove off to my right and a short hallway to the left leading to the bedrooms and bathroom. In front was the living room. There was a couch and a couple of well-worn chairs. A small TV sat on a none-too-steady stand opposite the couch and chairs. The place was clean, but cluttered. Magazines and various articles of female clothing lay scattered about. Jenny began picking up the latter while mum- bling an apology. I remarked it looked lots better than my place, which didn't comfort her much since she saw what my car looked like and could well imagine what my place must look like.

She was probably right on the money.

After a few minutes the place was fairly straight. She plopped down in a chair, exhausted. I landed on the couch feel- ing about the same. Exhausted, but far from sleepy. "Nice place you got here," I remarked.

"Thanks," she smiled tiredly. "It was cheap and clean." She sat up a little and said, "I really appreciate the ride. And...I'm kinda glad you're here. I hate staying in this neigh- borhood by myself..." She looked like she was going to say more but stopped and looked away instead.

I started to reply but felt something moving by my feet. I looked down and saw a little grey ball of fur playing with my shoelaces. Gently I reached down and picked it up. It was a kitten, about four months old, all fuzz and golden eyes, which stared into mine. And sharp claws, which I discovered a second later as he(?) decided he wanted down NOW. I complied quickly before he could do any serious damage. He shot across the room in a grey blur and disappeared under the coffee table.

Jenny was grinning at me. Suddenly she got up and said "Excuse me, I gotta change and clean up a little. Make yourself at home. I won't be long." And she disappeared into one of the other rooms. A moment later I heard a shower running.

It wasn't long before she was done. I turned to see her and had to hold back a small gasp of surprise.

She stood in the hallway dressed in just a nightshirt that just came down to her upper thighs, and apparently nothing else. The shirt was slit 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, retain- ing just a hint of tan leftover from the summer. I noticed she was smiling at me, nervous but apparently enjoying my attentions.

With slow deliberation she walked across the room, swinging her hips just the right amount to make the slits in the night- shirt part and give excruciating glimpses of bare skin. She sat down on the couch next to me, close enough to touch. One gor- geously 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 imme- diately 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."

And all at once, the spell broke. She collapsed on top of me, her head buried in my chest, crying softly.

For a long time we lay like that, until she sniffled and raised her head. Her eyes were red-rimmed and very vulnerable. "God, I feel so stupid..." she said in a very quiet voice.

"Shhh," I said, "It's okay. You're not stupid. Things just went a little too fast, didn't they?"

She nodded, looking away. "I guess so. I've never been like this in my entire life. I talk a lot, but I'm not really like that. Tonight I just...I don't know..." she started snif- fling and buried her face in my chest again.

"There, there," I said softly "being lonely and hurting doesn't make you a bad person at all. It makes you human, which is no more or less than the rest of us. You're a free adult and I don't feel you did anything wrong."

I got up painfully, and stretched as the circulation re- turned to my muscles. How long had I been laying there, anyway? I was afraid to find out.

Holding my hand, she pulled me towards the bedroom. "I know it's kind of forward, in light of how this evening is going, but I'd really like some nice company tonight, even just to sleep with. You don't mind, do you?"

I really didn't, and I said so. She kissed me on the cheek. "I've always liked you."

The bedroom was about as orderly as the rest of the apart- ment, but still seemed feminine, without being really obvious about it. She had a full size bed, with the blankets thrown over it in a hurried attempt at neatness. She had probably done it before leaving for work this morning. Yesterday morning, actual- ly.

My mouth had suddenly gone dry again as my heart leaped. I shook my head, trying not to appear too anxious, "No, that's...okay."

She pulled the shirt up, up, revealing inch after agonizing inch more of bare skin, until she pulled it off over her head and dropped it on the floor beside her. She stretched her arms, gloriously, wonderfully nude, and sighed "Ah...that feels so much better." She swung her legs up onto the bed and covered herself up to her waist. Her breasts were so large and inviting, the aureoles a bright rosy read, the nipples still partially erect, that my hands just ached to touch them. Instead I tore my eyes away and walked around to the other side of the bed, where she smiled and pulled the covers down for me. I sat down and almost got in before she said "Aren't you at least going to take your shoes off?"

I *had* forgotten that little detail. I still had my jacket on, even. I stood up and pulled off my jacket and kicked off my shoes. For a moment I wondered how far I should go, then decided to hell with it. I pulled my shirt off over my head, then un- buckled my pants. She was watching me, of course, and there seemed to be a hint of excitement in her eyes. I took my pants off and saw her eyes lock on the bulge in my shorts. I was still somewhat erect so the bulge was pronounced, to say the least. Slowly I pulled them down and my penis, freed from imprisonment, leaned out from the dark fluff of my pubic hair, almost at it's maximum size though still pointing downward. There was an audi- ble intake of breath from her when she saw it.

I sat down and removed my socks and crawled under the cov- ers. In a husky voice she said, "That was magnificent," as she reached over to turn the light out. Then she snuggled against me, laying her head on my arm.

Her body was warm, almost burning, and the feel of her bare skin next to mine and the excitement of knowing there were abso- lutely no layers of clothing between us soon had me excited again. My heart wouldn't stop pounding and my cock stood ramrod stiff and twitching. She moved her arm up and placed her hand on my chest. "Anybody ever tell you how attractive you are?"

Her hand moved down, raising to trail her fingers through my pubic hair before resting lightly on my cock, sending little twinges and flashes of pleasure through my pelvis. I raised my hips in response and she grabbed my cock almost tight enough to hurt. Almost, but not quite. Instead it felt wonderful.

I was now massaging her whole breast and her breath came in ragged moans and she whole body writhed in slow, sinuous motion. I moved my face down and extended my tongue, slowly circling it around her nipple. Then I took it in my mouth, as much as I could, and sucked it in and out rapidly between my teeth, and her writhing became more violent, almost pulling away from me. My free hand, meanwhile, moved around to her back, traveling up and down exploring freely from her neck to her ass, which I grabbed hard when I reached it.

Her mouth covered mine and our tongues intertwined franti- cally. Her arms wrapped around me almost hard enough to squeeze the breath out of me and my cock ground hard against her pubic fuzz. Finally her mouth released mine only long enough to gasp, "I want you in me now!"

I had roughly the same idea by then myself. She rolled over on her back, more or less pulling me on top of her. I raised my hips and she reached down to guide me into the right spot.

With slow deliberateness I thrust my cock into her. She was so wet and excited that it slid in with no resistance at all, until I was buried in her as deep as I could go and I felt her fuzz tickling my lower belly. She pressed her hips against mine for maximum penetration as her gasps became cries.

"Oh God...Oh God..." she moaned, her voice getting higher and louder until her muscles locked and held rigid in an explo- sive orgasm. The muscles of her vagina locked tight on my penis and almost against my will I orgasmed, pumping my seed deep into the warm depths of her body for what seemed a long, long time and intensifying her pleasure even more, if such a thing was possi- ble.

We shared an endless moment of agonizing pleasure before collapsing in an exhausted heap, with me still laying on top and buried deep within her.

Gasping for air and trying to regain some of our strength, we lay like that for who knows how long. Jenny's eyes looked up into mine and she was so achingly beautiful in the half-light streaming in from the window. In those eyes there was no more fire (though I knew it would soon be back) but warmth and tender- ness and gratitude and...love?

In an exhausted voice she said, "Hi there, stranger."

In a similarly exhausted voice I replied, "Hi there your- self. Come here often?" My unintentional double entendre sent us both into a fit of laughter that wiped away any tension that might have remained. It felt as if we had been lovers for years, instead of just one frantic night. For a fleeting instant I felt a glimmer of hope that it might go on for years.

She spoke and interrupted my musing. "You know, it's been well over a year since I've...been with anybody. In one short night you've made up for all that lost time and then some. I've never experienced anything this intense. Never."

"I don't think I have either," I replied tiredly. "This was incredible. Just as I had always thought it might be."

"Yeah. Me too." She shifted a little and a wave of residu- al pleasure ran though me. "Actually, I could get used to this on a...a regular basis. I've always, um, liked you. Maybe in the near future we could...um..."

We spent most of Sunday in bed, and not from exhaustion either, although we did exhaust each other eventually. I never did make it home that weekend, and it was with bitter disappoint- ment we faced the reality of Monday and going back to work. We dragged in together half an hour late, disheveled and in rumpled clothes (mine were the same ones from Saturday). I was barely coherent enough to work all day long, but not for one second did I regret it.

At work they don't know anything about it, because the boss frowns heavily on employee relationships (or any other form of fun that doesn't increase his profits, for that matter) but every time I walk by Jenny or meet her in the lunch room she always favors me with a little smile and a conspiratorial wink, which I always return.

You know, I used to hate working nights...

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