Date: Fri, 07 Dec 2001 13:04:14 -0500
From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jenny Chapter 2 - Lesbian/Young Friends

Jenny By Tom Cup
Copyright 2001 by the Paratwa Partnership: A Colorado Corporation. All
rights reserved.

No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any
means electronic or mechanical, except in the case of reviews, without
written permission from the Paratwa Partnership, Inc, 354 Plateau Drive,
Florissant, CO 80816

This is a fictional story involving youth/youth or adult/youth sexual
relationships. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any
further. This material is intended for mature adult audiences. Names,
characters, locations and incidents are either the product of the author's
imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or
locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Author's Note:

When I began posting stories to the Nifty Erotic Story Archive a little over
a year ago, my stories where focused on the Gay Men's Adult Youth section.
Writing at that time was part hobby and, perhaps, part reminiscing -- albeit
in fictional settings with fictional characters. Since then I have written
various stories that have found their way into other categories of the Gay
Men's section. As comments came in from various readers, I was surprised to
find that I had a female following among the readership.

I do not wish this story to seem as an abandonment of my Gay readership. It
is to be understood as a thank you to the female readers that have followed
my efforts and as my attempt at continuing to stretch my writing abilities.
This male writer intends no offense towards the female writers or the female
readers that frequent this section of Nifty. Should my presence here offend
any, male or female, I do apologize in advance.

All my best,

Tom Cup

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Jenny
By Tom Cup
Chapter Two
Two Faces of Mom

Mom some times allowed moments of hope to spring up like beacons pointing
the way out of the darkness that had become our life.  I never knew when
these respites would occur, providing a week or two of normalcy amidst Mom's
abusive nature, but I welcomed them. When the door opened to my room, I
instinctively flinched and curl up in a ball waiting to be cursed and
struck.  Instead Mom sat calmly on my bed.  I squinted trying to judge her
demeanor. Her face was trafficked with tense lines of spider-webbing
anguish. I became alarmed and began shifting in bed, moving to sit up to
discover what was wrong. Tears fell from Mom's eyes.

"Come here baby," she said directing me to lay my head in her lap.  She
folded my hair behind my ear and continued to stroke my hair, brushing it
with her fingertips. I was in awe and stunned by relief. I lay motionless
and numb in Mom's lap noticing for the first time the warm smell that
radiated between her legs. "I'm sorry Jennifer," Mom cried and I relaxed
more; becoming as intrigued by the passion of her love and hatred towards me
as I was by my repulsion and attraction to the musky scent between Moms legs
that caused warmth to flow between my legs, "I don't know why I treat you
the way I do some times honey. I really don't know." I moved my head in
Mom's lap to signal I understood what she was trying to say. Her aroma
circled around me making me dizzy. I licked my lips absently, inhaled deeply
and swallowed. I could feel myself beginning to swell, my tiny breast
throbbed and my panties tasted my wetness.

"Mommy," I said more to get my mind off of what was happening in my pubic
area, "This girl invited me to stay over this weekend."

"Do I know her?" Mom asked sniffling and brushing a tear from her cheek.

"No ma'am. She's kinda new around here but we became sorta friends. Sorta."

"And you want to spend the night?"

I nodded in Mom's lap remembering to late the stirring fragrance that would
invade my nostrils.  My stomach churned. I felt flush. I didn't know if I
would throw up or pass out. Mom's hand continued to stroke my head gently
persuading me to remain with my nose inches away from the birthplace of her
body's scent. My mouth went dry. I tried to swallow.

"Yes ma'am," I choked, "Friday and Saturday night if it's OK."

Mom mistook the hoarse tone of my voice as fear that she would turn on me.
She began to cry and hugged me, rocking me. Her breast hung loosely and
nestled my face as she cried comforting herself more with the behavior than
me. I was nervous because of my own body's behavior. I was so wet that my
thighs glided, rubbing slipperiness between them. I was drunk with the feel
and warmth of my mother's breast as they brushed against me. I released
myself to the pungent smells that drifted between us not caring if Mom
guessed at my perversion or not. Moments like these are rare, I reasoned.
This is my reward for all the beatings and abuses of my life. Tears flowed
out of my eyes. Mom cried, "Oh baby, oh baby, it's OK. Of course you can
stay at your friend's house. Don't cry."  Mom didn't realize that the tears
weren't tears of sadness or fear but tears that signaled my acceptance of
the rapture that my body could bring.

*****

"So'd you ask?" Sara asked.

I was beaming as I nodded. I had been smiling the entire morning.  Mom and I
hugged before I came to school.  I didn't know how long the magic of sanity
would last but decided to live in the realm until the old demons resurfaced
and forced me back into the world I knew best.  Mom told me that she wanted
to talk to Sara's mother since they hadn't met.  Sara and I went to the
school's office at lunch and called her mom.  Mrs. Johnson said that she
completely understood Mom's concern and would be happy to call.  With that
task done Sara and I went to the cafeteria and had lunch together.  There
were lots of stares as we entered together.  Sara didn't seem to noticed and
chatted as if we had been friends forever. I stared at her lips as they
formed the syllables and sounds of the words that I didn't hear. I suddenly
realized that she was laughing.

"What?" I said blushing.

"You're not hearing a word I'm saying."

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"It's OK. Look," she said moving closer to whisper the secret as her eyes
directed me to Jimmy, "Now smile at him and wave."  We both waved, smiling.
Jimmy waved back, and then looked at his hand as if it were something alien.
  Sara and I laughed. "He'll think twice before pulling your hair again.
Jerk," she commented.  I blushed looking bashfully into her eyes.

"Thanks."

"For what?" Sara asked dipping a French fry in ketchup and nibbling at the
tip.

"For being friends," I shrugged.

Sara looked at me. For a second I thought that she would realize she had
made a mistake and say, `are you kidding? You think we're friends?" or
something like that.  Whatever she was thinking of saying the moment passed,
she smile and said instead, "Well, a real friend wouldn't make me eat all
these fries by myself." I laughed and nodded. They were the best fries I had
ever had.

*****

Sara told me that her mom and dad were a bit strange.  I didn't really know
what she meant by that but could tell she was saying it in an admiring way.
Mrs. Johnson -- who insisted that I call her Tina -- was in the kitchen when
we got to the house.  She had made mini pizzas on English muffins for an
after school snack.  Sara and I took the plate into their den, nibbled on
the pizzas while watching "Now And Then."

"Well, well," Mr. Johnson said coming into the room to introduce himself as
Chad, "So we got two chicks watching a chick flick.  Now that's a cliché."

"Don't start Chad," Sara said without a hint of self-consciousness at
addressing her father by his first name, "Or I'll send you to your room."

"All right, All right," Chad answered, "Try a little friendly humor around
here and that's what you get for your trouble." He winked at me before
leaving. I watched him as he reentered the kitchen, kissed Tina on the cheek
and promptly grabbed her ass. I gasped at the gesture and Sara laughed;
shaking her head at my startled expression as she explained, "They're always
at it, I swear." I blushed and looked away just as Chad circled around to
face Tina; they embraced and began a slow kiss.

"Hey you two," Sara barked, "Take it upstairs."

"What's gotten into you?" Tina asked arms still around Chad's neck.

"You're embarrassing Jenny."

I was mortified. I wanted to crawl into the air vent and never come out. I
had never seen any adults display affection so openly. It was as if Sara
hadn't said something they might have stripped right there in the kitchen
and went at it. Tina came into the den and sat with us.  She explained to me
that there was nothing about sex that I should be ashamed about. She said
that she and Chad believed in being open sexual beings. I had no idea what
that meant.  She also told me that Sara and I were free to express our
feelings for each other in anyway that we felt comfortable.

"Tina, you're scaring the shit out of her," Sara said.

I'm not sure if I was afraid or not.  My mind was in overload. I was still
trying to understand what was happening, what kind of family dynamics were
at work in this household, when Tina ran her hand through my hair, smiled,
shrugged and got up to leave.

"Mrs. Johnson..." I began.

"Tina. Please call me Tina."

"Oh, yeah. Um, Tina, thank you."

Tina smiled, grabbed Chad's hand and led him off.  Sara rolled her eyes.

"Sorry," she said, "They're cool as far as folks go but they are a bit
weird.  I think they did too much acid in the sixties."

We both laughed. "Isn't it weird calling them by their first names," I
asked.

"I don't do it all the time. I mean, like, if we are with stuck ups it's the
mom and dad thing. Teachers definitely wouldn't understand and it's none of
their business anyway. Chad and Tina have always treated me like I have a
brain.  I like that. I know it seems weird but I think the way other people
treat their kids like property is weird.  I don't think I could live like
that."

I nodded. It was nice being treated like a human being and not like
something to be knocked around. We heard Chad and Tina giggling from some
place else in the house.  Sara smiled looking at me. We both started
giggling too. It made me feel warm and light to know that Sara's parents
were upstairs getting it on before dinner. Sara slid closer to me, put her
arm around my shoulder and asked, "Is this OK?"  I nodded, loving the feel
and smell of her. She pulled me gently toward her. My heart raced. What I
wanted most was for your lips to touch. I wanted to kiss her and then let
anything she wanted to happen, happen.  The phone rang. We froze. It rang
again.

"I'll be right back. OK?" Sara said, "Don't move." I nodded and watched Sara
as she headed to the kitchen to answer the phone. The blood was drained from
her face when she returned to the room. It was Mom on the line. Tina had
forgotten to call. The magic was broken.

"I want you home, now!" Mom ordered.

"Sara's mom's here now," I said staring beggingly at a disheveled Tina, "She
says she's sorry. She just got busy. Please Mom..."

"I don't give a shit. You lied. You told me she would call, didn't you?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Did she?"

"No ma'am"

Tears already were flowing down my cheeks.  Tina was motioning agitatedly
for the phone. She couldn't possibility understand that it was no use.  I
was to blame in Mom's eyes. Nothing anyone could say would change her mind.
The only thing Tina's talking to Mom would do would be to make Mom angrier.

"I want you home now. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

I hung up the phone.  Chad, Tina and Sara stood around me with looks of
concerned curiosity.

"I have to go home," I said.

"Well, that hardly seems fair," Tina said.

"Really," Chad added.

"You should call Tina," Sara said.

"No!" I said frantically, "It'll only make her madder."

"That's silly," Tina said picking up the phone and dialing.  I tried to tell
them.  I begged them. But they were all so convinced that a reasonable
explanation would make everything better. There was just no way to make them
understand that Mom was shut down to reason.  Tina stared blankly at me as
she hung up the phone.

"What'd she say?" Sara asked. I already knew.

"Come on Jenny," Tina answered, "I'd better get you home."

I nodded. Sara protested saying, "That's not fair. It's not her fault."

Chad shook his head and shrugged. I knew the humiliation that awaited me. I
let the tears continue their march.

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