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Jennifer’s Sexual Awakening

12/12/2003

Jennifer’s Sexual Awakening
1) Close Encounter
1a/ Wakeup Call
When Jennifer Thomas woke up that morning, she was sure
something big was going to happen that day, something important.
She pottered around for a couple of hours and completed
all her coursework.
Her particular course had an extremely heavy load in terms
of coursework so could it be that getting it all done was
the big thing that was going to happen?
No, it was something else.
It was a blisteringly hot day and the scorching sun fell
directly on her because her desk was next to the south-facing
window. She had been sitting there in the one chair for a
long time and decided to have a shower since she now felt
really hot, the perspiration dripping off her.
She undressed, put her robe on, picked up her towel and went
down the corridor to the showers. When she got there, she
hung her robe and towel up on the hook and, after adjusting
the water to the correct temperature, stepped under the
stinging jets to let the water rinse away the accumulated
sweaty feeling.
When she started soaping her body down, she found herself
daydreaming about her lack of a love-life and what it would
be like to actually have “a boyfriend”.
Her daydreams moved on a bit and she began imagining what
she would feel like having sex with someone.
As she soaped her breasts, she saw her nipples were getting
a bit swollen and gave them a squeeze and a little suck. Her
hands drifted down between her legs to part the thick mat
of pubic hair with two fingers of one hand, rubbing gently
over her clitoris with fingers of the other, imagining
it was a tongue.
Then she pushed the fingers deep into her pussy, in and out,
in and out like a cock.
I mustn’t do this here, she thought. These are communal
showers even if they are curtained off from each other.
<br>

1b/ Shaving
She finished her shower quickly, before the sexy feelings
could overcome her, returned to her room and went back to
her desk, still wearing only her robe. Once there, she opened
the pot-box containing the tobacco, a cigarette lighter,
the skins and gear and rolled a couple of joints, one for
now and one for later.
After she had sparked it up, she sat there smoking and staring
vacantly out of her dorm-room window on the first-floor.
As the pot took effect, she found herself daydreaming again
about her lack of a love-life while watching some other
students walk along the path below her window and suddenly
caught her breath as she saw an incredibly gorgeous guy
appear from around the corner of the building.
She watched intently as he strolled along, admiring his
sun-bronzed muscles rippling under his sleeveless t-shirt,
his powerful legs in his shorts and the confident way he
walked. As he approached, she put the joint down in the ashtray
and couldn’t resist slipping a hand under her robe onto
one of her bare breasts to squeeze a nipple while her other
hand tugged the belt cord undone, pulled the robe open and
carried on down between her legs to massage her pussy a little.
When he drew level with her window, she leaned back in her
chair, spread her legs wide and pushed two fingers all the
way into her pussy while she took her other hand from her
breast, licked her fingers and moved it down to start massaging
her swelling clitoris.
She watched until he went around the corner out of sight
then licked her sweet juices from the fingers of one hand,
picked up the joint and relit it, her other hand still playing
with her clitoris.
When she had finished the joint, she finally looked around
for something to do.
Her eyes fell on her new thong bikini on the table, still
in its wrapper from the shop, a steamy romance novel next
to it, and she grinned, thinking to herself, Just what I
need. I’ve never worn my new bikini before, I haven’t even
put it on to see what it looks like, so I’ll try it out with
a bit of sunbathing on the roof, a few joints and a little
reading matter appropriate to my mood.
She did admit to herself that the sight of that gorgeous
hunk had made her really horny and thought that perhaps
a spell in the sun wearing her sexy new bikini might be just
what she needed. And after all the bad weather recently
it had turned out to be too good a day to waste indoors.
She stood up, took her robe off and went to study the reflection
of her naked body in the mirror before modelling the bikini.
She knew the only reason she had such trouble finding a man
on campus was her own nerves because her body was fine, better
than fine as her roomie, Alessa, kept saying. She cupped
her hands under her breasts and flicked her index fingers
back and forth over her nipples, making them swell a bit
more in response, then slid her hands down over her waist
to her hips. She didn’t have an ounce of unappealing fat;
her curves were just right from her 44DD breasts to her flat
tummy and slim hips. Everything about her screamed romance
(and sex) if only she didn’t get tongue-tied every time
a good-looking boy so much as glanced at her.
She clasped her hands together behind her as she stood facing
the glass and turned around to look at herself from all angles,
forcing her shoulders back and admiring the way her breasts
stood out so firm and nicely shaped. She brought her hands
up to caress her large breasts and squeezed both her nipples,
rolling them around with her fingers, then lifted her nipples
up to her mouth and sucked them a little, first one at a time
and then, as they swelled up yet more, both together. Finally,
she fetched the chair from under her desk and sat down facing
the mirror with her legs apart. Her hands drifted down between
her legs and she watched her fingers parting the thick growth
of pubic hair to massage her clitoris for a few minutes.
Breaking off, she remembered Alessa suggesting that she
shave her hair off as she did and decided to give it a go.
Jennifer had often wondered what it would be like to have
totally smooth pubes even before Alessa had said anything
about it and realised she would have to trim most of the hair
off anyway in order to wear the thong.
She walked over to the sink and filled it with warm water.
After cutting most of the excess hair with a pair of small
scissors, she turned to the foam and razor she normally
used on her arms and legs and shaved off all the rest apart
from a small racing stripe above her slit. She couldn’t
resist giving extra attention to her puffy clitoris as
she pulled and manipulated the flesh to expose all the skin
to the razor.
When she had finished shaving, she dried her now nearly
hairless pubes with a soft towel, working over her clitoris
more than she needed to because she was feeling so horny.
Then she spread some baby oil onto her mons veneris and went
over to see what she looked like in the mirror.
She thought she looked really sexy, especially with her
large labia and erect clitoris glistening from the baby
oil and sticking out so much.
Now, she thought, I’ll see what I look like wearing the thong
bottoms.
She took the thong bikini out of the wrapper and noted that
the cloth strip of the gusset was even smaller than she had
thought it was when she saw it in the shop. After she pulled
the bottoms on, she felt a little thrill of anticipation
of wearing it in public when she realised that it was actually
only just long enough to cover her slit from end to end and
so narrow that her labia and swollen clitoris bulged out
of the sides.
She would have to go back to the sink and shave the rest of
the hair off as almost all of it was showing.
When she had done so, and given her clitoris more of the lavish
attention again because she had to wash the baby oil off
first and then reapply it after the shave, she returned
to see her reflection and felt more naked than ever with
all her pubic hair removed.
All in all, she felt totally exposed and getting more horny
by the minute, so much so that she was getting wetter between
her legs now and a trickle of her juices was starting to run
down the inside of her thighs.
Still looking at her reflection, she sat on the edge of the
chair again, leaned back, parted her legs and reached down
with both hands to pull her oily slit open with the tips of
the first three fingers of each hand.
But the baby oil meant that her fingers kept sliding over
the skin and her slit kept closing so she pushed all six fingers
deep into her pussy and hauled the sides apart that way.
Then, her fingers now moving about in her pussy, she started
to stroke her clitoris with her thumbs sliding over the
slippery flesh.
She was getting so aroused now that she pushed three fingers
of one hand as deep into her pussy as they would go and devoted
the fingers of her other hand entirely to massaging her
clitoris.
A few minutes later, the combination of the two almost brought
her to orgasm.
She stopped suddenly at the instant that she could feel
the beginnings of her peak, thinking I haven’t got time
for this because I know I won’t stop at one orgasm. If I don’t
go to the roof now, I’ll never go, and stood up to put the bikini
bottoms on. When she had done so and saw how much of her now
erect and throbbing clitoris was showing around the sides
of the thong bottoms, she wondered fleetingly if she should
finish her orgasm just to decrease the size of the swollen
organ.
No, not now, I’ve got to get to the roof. I’ll have to put up
with it.
When she put the bra-top on she thought it looked more tiny
on her than it would on other, less well developed, girls
because the two narrow cloth triangles, which were only
just wide and long enough to cover her areolae and nipples,
left almost all of her breasts bare and she had a lot more
to be left bare than the majority of women because her breasts
were so large.
Then, on closer inspection, she noticed that the two narrow
cloth triangles formed peaks over her nipples when they
were as erect as they were now. Her nipples were so big at
the moment, almost ¾” long, that the edges were pulled in
and part of her areolae were exposed. But she decided it
didn’t really make a lot of difference because almost all
of her large breasts were showing anyway.
She wrapped her towel around her waist, put her short robe
back on and grabbed a bag into which she put a bottle of suntan
lotion, the romance novel and the pot-box. She remembered
to pick up her alarm clock because she knew that, not having
seen the hot sun for a while, she shouldn’t spend more than
about half an hour at a time on either her front or back. Then
she headed quickly for the roof, trying to ignore the warmth
that had spread throughout her body when she had shaved
herself and examined her body and from her self-induced
near-orgasm. Her engorged nipples tightened as she thought
of someone’s hands, perhaps those of the guy she had just
seen, caressing her breasts and brushing his thumbs over
her nipples.
When she thought of him kissing her breasts and sucking
her nipples as well she nearly turned around to rush back
to her room to masturbate to the orgasm she just denied herself.
Jennifer groaned in frustration and ran up the final few
stairs to the roof.
<br>

1c/ Fiddler On The Roof
She was glad to see the flat roof unoccupied when she arrived
and found a secluded corner behind a parapet, spread the
towel out and sat down on it. She spread some suntan lotion
over her arms and stomach and, when she smoothed it over
her breasts, she ran her hands under the cloth of the bikini,
‘To make sure it covers all my skin’ she told herself, “accidentally”
letting her fingers linger on her erect nipples.
No, not now, she thought, and snatched her hands away.
But doing that pulled her nipples out from under the cloth
so she put her right hand back on one of her breasts, her first
and second fingers either side of the nipple, intending
to push it back under the cloth. Her nipple was so swollen
that it stuck out above her fingers and she paused to study
it like that for a moment, never having remarked on the effect
in the past. Or perhaps her nipples had never been so swollen
before.
Then she realised that her fingers were clenching and relaxing,
squeezing her nipple between them, and she stopped suddenly.
She transferred her left hand over to tug the material of
her top to cover her exposed right nipple and removed her
hand slowly.
She put her left hand on her other breast and did the same
with her left nipple, once more letting her fingers pause
as she stared in wonderment at the sight of the acorn-sized
organ protruding through the gap between her fingers before
covering it with the cloth.
She removed her left hand more slowly this time, with the
excuse to herself that she didn’t want to pull her nipple
out again but knowing she was really just letting her fingers
stay in contact with it for as long as possible.
When her fingers were free she moved her hands swiftly down
to her shins to put the lotion on her legs.
While she was oiling her legs up to her inner thighs, she
saw that the tiny thong bottoms had pulled between the lips
of her slit in the short walk up from her room so she laid down
on her back, spread her legs wide and slipped her finger
and thumb into her pussy either side of the cloth, ostensibly
to get a grip on it and pull it out.
But she knew this was just an excuse to herself to get her
fingers back into her pussy again and actually pushed them
in up to the knuckles. Then she eased the cloth out partway
and pushed her finger and thumb back in deep “to get a better
grip”.
When she felt she had a “better grip”, and it took two or three
deep and slow insertions to “get it right”, she pulled the
thong clear of her slit, slipped a finger of her other hand
through the gap under it and slid the finger slowly down
and up the line of her slit to ease the rest of the cloth out.
She stopped when her finger touched her inflamed clitoris,
wanting so much to give in to her desire for an orgasm and
was so aroused that she didn’t know if she would be able to
restrain herself, especially if she laid on her back as
she planned.
But I’m in a public place now, anyone could come up here,
she thought to herself, so I mustn’t, and stayed lying on
her back.
Oh, alarm clock, she thought, and rolled over onto one elbow
to look through her bag for the clock.
When she found the clock and set it for half an hour, she noticed
her nipples had slipped out from under the small bikini
top and was about to cover them up again when she decided
to roll another joint first. Then she remembered she didn’t
need to, she had one prepared, took it from the pot box and
lit it.
As she laid down, Jennifer closed her eyes and gradually
let her mind wander as she smoked the joint. After a while,
she began thinking of what it would be like to hold and kiss
that guy she had seen earlier. One hand moved slowly up over
her stomach to caress a slick breast and went under the thong
top to squeeze a nipple. When she finished the joint, her
legs parted and the other moved down to her pussy under the
cloth to touch her clitoris. That was when she realised
how wet her bikini bottoms were.
I mustn’t do this, not up here, she thought to herself, but
still didn’t remove her hands until the alarm clock went
off a few agonising minutes later.
Agonising because she was anticipating the moment when
the alarm would sound and knowing that she would have to
turn over onto her front when it did.
When it went off, she rolled over quickly onto her stomach,
almost relieved that she would have to stop teasing herself,
and skinned up a couple of “killer” joints.
To keep up the distraction, she reset the alarm clock and
opened the book on the floor in front of her. Then she propped
herself up on her elbows, sparked one up and began to read.
It was so hot up on the roof, there wasn’t even a breath of
wind that day, she was getting really caught up in the novel
and was getting a really huge buzz from the joints so she
glanced round thinking What the hell, I’ll take my bikini
top off, no one can see me and it’s so small anyway. So long
as I stay on my front, it won’t matter even if someone else
does come up here. I’ll put it back on when it is time for me
to turn over.
She felt her thoughts were written all over her face as she
sat up to take her top off and knew she was blushing. When
it fell to the floor and she looked down at her big breasts,
she saw how engorged her nipples were, gave them a little
tweak and lifted one to her mouth to suck the swollen flesh.
She stopped herself again, thinking, No, I shouldn’t do
this.
A few moments later, she grinned to herself and continued
the thought with But it would be unfair not to do to one nipple
what I have already done to the other, and she sucked the
other one the same amount, giving them equal stimulation.
Then she sucked them both together, Just to make sure, she
told herself.
Only then did she throw herself forward onto her front where
she skinned up yet another joint.
From where she was resting on her elbows, her now bare breasts
hung down and, when she resumed reading, she found herself
swaying a little from side to side, brushing her sensitive
nipples over the surface of the towel and feeling them becoming
even harder as the erotic sensation took effect.
After a while, and another joint, she got to the beginning
of the part where the hero and heroine celebrated their
wedding night in such ever so explicit detail.
Jennifer felt the familiar warmth from earlier starting
to spread through her again. But this time it was unstoppable.
She squirmed a bit, uncomfortably, as she was reading and
tried to suppress her desire by putting pressure on her
pubic mound, grinding it into the floor.
Her left hand drifted down between her bare left breast
and the towel, seemingly of its own accord, to brush lightly
over the hardened nipple and she squeezed it gently between
her finger and thumb.
Jennifer moaned and shut her eyes tight at the jolt of pleasure
the simple touch sent through her.
She jerked her hand away as she tried to ignore her feelings
and return to reading.
She read another half-page, getting to the really explicit
part of the love scene, and this time her right hand moved
down to her other breast to caress her nipple for a few minutes.
Then it glided lower until it was wedged between her stomach
and the towel.
She brought her knee up sideways to raise her right hip after
reading a few more lines of text and her hand slid down under
her flat stomach to her waist, then further down between
her legs until it rested on the soaking fabric of her bikini
bottoms. Her finger worked its way under the thong bottoms
and again came into contact with her clitoris.
At the shock of the touch, Jennifer gave up all attempts
to read the book and tugged her hand away. She brought it
up to her mouth, licked her sweet juices off her finger and
wiped it dry on the towel.
I must NOT do this she thought, and skinned up another killer
joint instead, still trying desperately to deny her feelings.
When she looked at the book again, she saw that a few pages
had turned over and she had lost her place. She scanned through
it, found a line she recognised from just before the “wedding
night” and, with a sense of delighted anticipation because
she now knew that she couldn’t stop the inevitable from
happening, she started reading the same passage again.
This time when she got to the explicit part, she drew her
legs up so she was kneeling forwards and her hands went straight
to her nipple and her clitoris.
She realised what she was doing when she found herself squeezing
her engorged nipple and stroking her clitoris.
‘What could it hurt?’ she asked herself quietly as she slid
the finger under the wet cloth to stroke her clitoris some
more, ‘I’m four floors above the ground and I’ve never seen
anyone else sunbathe or anything else here. No one can see
me. Besides, I’m already as good as naked.’
Jennifer was so turned on and so stoned that this skewed
logic made sense, and she no longer really cared whether
she was alone or not anyway. All she knew was that something
had to be done about the feelings she was experiencing and
she was the only one who could do it.
It was almost a relief, now that she had made her decision,
to know she would soon be able to release the sexual tension
which had been building in her all morning. She knew that
she would soon be experiencing the orgasm she had been denying
herself for such a long time and knew that it would be a really
colossal one, but even she had no idea of just how truly monumental
her orgasm was going to be.
Her alarm clock went off at that exact instant so she knew
it was time for her to turn over onto her back and such was
her aroused state that she took this to indicate that she
had made the correct decision.
She felt a sense of liberation as she reset the alarm clock
and flipped quickly over on to her back. She spread her legs
and frantically yanked her bikini bottoms across to one
side out of the way, desperate to experience her orgasm
now that she knew her long period of self-denial would soon
be over. She stroked her hand over the freshly smooth skin
of her shaven mound and slipped three fingers between the
warm, wet folds of her labia to find her swollen pleasure
centre. The touch sent waves of heat rolling through her
and she moaned loudly, her hips thrusting upward. Her other
hand rose to her bare breast and she rolled the big, hardened
nipple between her fingers before lifting it to her mouth
to suck, ignoring the slightly bitter taste of the suntan
lotion. Her pelvis moved gently against her right hand,
her fingers sliding easily over and between the moist flesh.
She could feel the pressure mounting and pushed the three
fingers deep in her pussy, curling and straightening them
inside her while moving her thumb back and forth over her
clitoris.
She moved her left hand away from her breast, quickly down
to the waistband of her soaked bikini bottoms and gave a
loud cry, more a sort of wail. She grabbed her bikini bottoms,
ripped them off completely in her frenzy and flung them
violently away from her.
Now that she was completely naked and had full, unobstructed
access to her pleasure centre, she could give her undivided
attention to the ecstasy of her masturbation and spread
her legs as wide as possible.
She poured some of the oily suntan lotion on her clitoris
before resuming her masturbation and could feel the difference
at once as her fingers slid more easily over the swollen
flesh of her labia. She forced herself to slow down a bit
in order to extend her masturbation and heighten the pleasure
she knew she would experience at the moment of her final
orgasmic release.
She rubbed her swollen bud of pleasure with the fingers
of her left hand, the fingers of the other deep inside. The
feeling of her fingers sliding faster and faster through
the warm mixture of the oil and her own juices intensified
the building of her orgasm and she knew she would go over
the edge in just a few more minutes so, closing her eyes,
she once again forced herself to slow down.
Then she just gave into her fantasies; picturing the tanned
face of the guy she had seen earlier bending over her, whispering
to her.
She thought about him sucking her nipples and licking her
clitoris.
Then she imagined him lying between her legs, on top of her
and could almost feel his weight on her chest.
When she dreamed his cock was going in and out of her pussy
as well, suddenly she was there.
Her world exploded.
She plunged the three fingers deep inside, pressed hard
on her clitoris with fingers of the other hand, her back
arched upward and she let out an almighty scream as she came.
But her orgasm didn’t stop with just the one moment of release.
She could feel another starting hard on the heels of the
first, pushed three fingers of her other hand into her pussy
as well and started whipping all six in and out as fast as
possible. She went over the edge and trapped her clitoris
between her thumbs; her legs straightened, toes pointing
outwards, and she screamed as a second orgasm ripped through
her gorgeous naked body.
She couldn’t believe it.
She could feel a third orgasm starting, planted both feet
firmly on the floor and thrust her pelvis up against her
hands, pulling her pussy open wide and pushing her six fingers
in and out. She brushed her thumbs over her clitoris, imagining
it was his tongue she could feel.
Then she lifted her feet off the floor, hooked her legs behind
her elbows and lifted her head up. She opened her eyes and
looked down between her legs at her fingers whipping in
and out of her pussy at an incredible rate.
She imagined that the guy she’d seen earlier was sitting
there watching her.
The vision was enough to send her over the edge immediately
for a third even bigger orgasm and with a yet louder scream.
Her back arched, thrusting her breasts skywards, she dropped
her head to the floor and bent her neck back so she was looking
up along the roof.
Her imagined vision of the guy from earlier kept the strength
of her orgasm at an incredibly high plateau for what seemed
to be a long time until the intensity of it peaked and her
orgasm actually seemed to have a climax within itself.
She didn’t notice because she was looking the other way
but she shot a great stream of cum up into the air as she reached
the crest of her third orgasm.
After the potency of her multiple-orgasm she went limp,
sagged back down to the floor and slowly came back to reality.
She blushed as she remembered her loud cry as she ripped
off her bikini bottoms and the screams she made at her three/four
orgasms. As the throbbing subsided, she tried to figure
out how to get back downstairs now that she had ripped off
the bottom part of her bikini.
‘Hello there.’
Jennifer thought for a moment that she must be dreaming.
She knew there wasn’t anyone else on the roof so she carried
on pushing her fingers in and out of her pussy as she recovered.
Despite the fact that she had just experienced the three
or four most intense orgasms of her life, the sound of that
imagined voice was enough to start her feeling aroused
again and her fingers started moving faster.
‘Hello there, ’ said the voice again.
She lifted her head, looked towards the source of the voice
at her feet and felt the world drop out from under her.
She hadn’t just imagined seeing the guy from earlier.
He was actually here, sitting at her feet facing her with
his hands clasped in his lap holding something, the front
of his shirt drenched as though someone had thrown a large
cup of water over him. He was looking at her, smiling slightly.
‘Hello there, ’ he said for the third time.
‘Er, I came up here to sunbathe, ’ Jennifer said quietly,
a blush spreading across her cheeks and upper chest; she
was lying there on her back in such a vulnerable position;
totally naked with her legs hooked behind her elbows, her
six fingers still going in and out of her shaven snatch and
pulling her pussy-lips wide open.
‘There’s usually no one else here, ’ she said, quickly
bringing her legs down and together, covering her mound
with one hand and her arm across her breasts (even though
such modesty was pointless - this guy had already seen everything).
The stranger chuckled. ‘I think I can see why you like to
be alone.’
Jennifer blushed again and looked away.
‘How long have you been here?’ she whispered.
Her voice was barely audible and she had to repeat the question.
‘Long enough to see that your body acts as beautifully as
it is made, ’ he said quite seriously.
Blushing to the tips of her ears, Jennifer jumped to her
feet and put her short robe on quickly. Then she bent over
to pick up her towel, the book, the pot-box and her bikini
top with one hand while trying to hold her robe closed with
the other. Then she looked around for her torn bikini bottoms,
trying to avoid looking at the stranger.
She couldn’t find her bikini bottoms, where were they?
‘Are you looking for these?’ the guy said, looking down
at them in his lap.
‘Yes, er, why have you got them?’ she asked.
‘Well, I was lying on the grass down there and I heard someone
cry out. Then, because I was looking upwards, I saw these
thrown off the roof. They actually landed on my head, a perfect
shot from four floors up.’
‘They smell quite nice too, ’ he said with a grin, ‘so I came
up here.’
Jennifer blushed even more furiously and held out a hand
to take the bikini bottoms from him. But the hand she held
out was the one which had been holding her robe and it fell
open, once again exposing her total nudity to his gaze.
She snatched them from his grasp and ran for the door to the
roof, closing the robe and wrapping the towel around her
waist as she went.
Good going, Jennifer. Now you have not only managed to embarrass
yourself in conversation, but in other ways as well.
As she went through the door to leave the roof, she heard
her alarm clock go off and realised she had forgotten her
it and her bag as well. She nearly turned around to go back
for them but decided she had suffered enough embarrassment
for one day and couldn’t bear the thought of seeing that
guy again.
She didn’t know how she could ever forget this afternoon,
but wished she could, and soon.
David turned to watch the girl leave, feeling an intense
aching in his groin. When he had stepped through the door
to the roof, looking for the owner of the bikini bottoms,
he had not known what to expect. However, when he had come
onto the roof he had first heard her, then rounded the corner
and seen her. He had hesitated, feeling his cock grow hard
as he watched her in silence, and then he had moved closer.
She hadn’t seemed to notice him sitting at her feet, watching
intently. His manhood throbbed intensely as she exploded
into her orgasms and he had nearly exclaimed when she sprayed
him with her girl-cum.
He had considered taking advantage of the situation, but
didn’t, waiting silently instead for her to come down out
of the clouds and open her eyes.
At the start of her final orgasm, which had lasted such a
long time, she had opened her eyes and appeared to have seen
him. That had seemed to trigger an increase in the force
of her final climax.
She had blushed quite nicely upon sighting him when she
had recovered from her final prolonged orgasm and he realized
how attractive she really was. However, in her embarrassment
she had left so quickly he had not even had the chance to find
out who the strange girl was. He didn’t recall having met
her before, and he was positive he would have remembered
her. He smiled again, thinking of her, then groaned. Somehow,
someway, he had to find out who she was.
<br>

1d/ Who Was He?
Jennifer stepped into her room, quickly shutting the door
behind her and throwing the bikini to the floor in a crumpled
heap. She unwrapped the towel from her waist, dropped it
and, as she was taking her robe off, she looked up to see Alessa
watching her from her bed on the other side of the room.
‘Hiya, Jen’, ’ Alessa’s cheery voice greeted her, ‘been
sunbathing on the roof?’
Jennifer blushed, struggled to put the robe back on and
bent down to snatch up the towel, intending to wrap it around
her waist again, embarrassed by her lack of a bikini. But
it was too late, Alessa had seen her total nudity under the
open robe.
Alessa rushed over, clasping her own robe closed, yanked
the towel away from Jennifer’s grasp and threw it across
the room, pulling the robe open in the process.
‘Wow, what happened to your bikini and, ooohh, I see you’ve
shaved your pubes off too?’
‘I, er, well.’
How on earth could she tell her roommate what she’d just
done?
‘Well?’ demanded Alessa, taking her roomie by the hand
and leading her over to the bed. Alessa sat down in the middle
of the bed near the head end and pulled Jennifer down to sit
to sit beside her. ‘Come on, tell me all about it.’
‘I, er, I was up on the roof sunbathing as you guessed and
I had a couple of joints and I got to reading this book, ’
she said, holding out the romance novel. ‘I guess things
just got away from me.’
‘How do you mean?’
And it all suddenly started pouring out, how she had seen
a gorgeous guy out of her window earlier. She told of how
the sight of him had got her feeling very horny, leading
to her decision to go up to the roof to sunbathe in her new
thong bikini, which in turn led to her shaving all her pubic
hair off earlier, how she had got a very aroused as she did
so and had masturbated herself almost to an orgasm. She
told of how she had then gone up to the roof knowing subconsciously
that she was going to masturbate up there and laid down to
sunbathe, how she’d had a couple of killer spliffs and started
reading. She told about how she had got turned on so much
that she had not been able to resist taking herself to the
most thundering treble-orgasm, the last of which nearly
made her pass out it was so big, and how she had then opened
her eyes to see him sitting there watching her with her fingers
still in her pussy.
Alessa found herself getting increasingly turned on hearing
all this, her nipples going hard under her robe and her pussy
getting really juiced up. She could see Jennifer’s big
nipples sticking out through the thin material of her robe
as she relived the experience.
She put her arm round Jennifer’s shoulders, told her it
would all come out right in the end and gave her a little kiss
on the lips.
She was totally unprepared for Jennifer’s reaction because
Jennifer just grabbed the back of her head so she couldn’t
move it away and responded to the little peck by turning
it into a full blown French kiss.
They broke apart after a few seconds, not knowing what to
say to each other.
Alessa broke the silence by asking Jennifer to lie back,
open her legs and show off her newly shaved pussy area.
‘Hhmm, very pretty’ she said and reached a hand out to run
her finger down Jennifer’s bald slit which was still shiny
from her experience and starting to swell up again.
Jennifer responded to this gentle touch with a low moan,
put her hand on the inside of Alessa’s thigh under her robe
and moved it up towards Alessa’s own bald pubes. This encouraged
Alessa to carry on so she knelt between Jennifer’s legs,
lowered her head to Jennifer’s slit and licked delicately,
then pushed her tongue deep inside as far as it would go,
one hand moving up to Jennifer’s ample breasts.
Jennifer suddenly pushed Alessa’s head and hand away and
sat up to take her robe off.
Alessa took the opportunity to get up and go across the room
to her bedside cabinet where she got a wicked looking vibrator;
all ridged and shaped exactly like a real cock. She let her
robe fall to the floor as she walked back to the bed.
‘You’re not going to use that on me are you?’ said Jennifer,
staring at the toy. ‘I’m still a virgin you know and I don’t
want to get broken in by a lump of plastic.’
‘No, this is for me, ’ said Alessa.
She laid down lengthwise on the bed with her head in Jennifer’s
lap and looked up at Jennifer’s huge breasts just above
her head, then parted her legs and rubbed the quietly buzzing
vibrator up and down her slit.
Jennifer moved so that she was kneeling over Alessa’s head
in a 69 and took over with the vibrator, turning up its speed
a little and working it all around Alessa’s clitoris.
Alessa reacted by putting her hands on Jennifer’s bottom
and pulling it down so she could reach Jennifer’s slit with
her tongue. At the moment of first contact of Alessa’s tongue
on her clitoris, Jennifer put the vibrator on full and pushed
it deep into Alessa’s pussy, then moved it out and back in
several times.
After a few minutes, Alessa was crying out in ecstasy, ‘Oh
yes, I’m nearly there, almost, yeeeeeeees, yeeeeesssssssss’
her cries muffled slightly by having Jennifer’s snatch
in her mouth and by lapping furiously at it.
They both reached their peaks almost simultaneously,
both vibrator and tongue moving at top speed, the two of
them screaming so loud that the whole dorm must have heard
them.
As they regained their composure after such a mind-blowing
experience they discussed what would happen now in their
relationship and agreed that they should just carry on
being very good friends. However, neither of them would
object if there were a repeat of the experience at some time
or times in the future.
Jennifer stood up, went to her dresser, pulled out a t-shirt
and shorts and got dressed.
She asked if Alessa knew who the guy on the roof was and described
him again as best she could.
Alessa thought a moment then grinned. ‘Sounds like David
Leslie. He’s a real hunk.’ Then she glanced slyly at Jennifer.
‘You’ve obviously got the hots for the guy?’
Jennifer sat on the bed, drawing her legs up close, her chin
leaning on her knees as she stared at the floor.
‘Hmm’ she mumbled. ‘But you know how useless I am when it
comes to talking to guys.’
Alessa chuckled.
‘Find him at a party, after you’ve had a few drinks. That’ll
loosen your tongue’
‘Somehow I think it’ll take more than that in this case, ’
Jennifer muttered to herself, so quietly Alessa didn’t
know she had spoken. ‘How could I have done all that earlier
in front of him?’
<br>

2) The Date
2a/ Matchmaking
As the week went on, David found himself watching the girls
who passed through the dorm, and it was a while before he
realized he was looking for the girl on the roof. However,
he never saw anyone who looked like her, and after three
days was ready to give up his search.
He was sitting in the lounge, leaning back, feet up on the
chair, the book he was reading for his English class open
and ignored on his lap. He stared out at the rain dripping
down the window. It had rained since that day on the roof,
casting a pall over everything at the campus. David chuckled
to himself. Not even a chance to sunbathe on the roof again.
‘Hey, David. You reading that book or hoping to absorb the
plot through your skin?’
David looked in the direction of the cheerful voice to see
a classmate of his walking towards him. He recognized the
pretty blonde as a girl who’d just joined his English class,
although her name escaped him for the moment. He greeted
her and motioned for her to sit.
She perched on the edge of the chair opposite him and said
cheerily ‘I’m Alessa, remember me?’
He nodded.
She didn’t say anything more, so he resorted to small talk.
‘Bitch of a book to read, huh?’ He gestured at the novel in
his lap.
Alessa shrugged. ‘Oh, it’s not too bad once you get the hang
of the plot. I had to read it in the class I was in before I joined
yours.’
She glanced at him.
‘Do you know a Jennifer Thomas?’ she asked out of the blue.
David thought a bit.
‘I can’t say I do. Why?’
‘She’s my roommate. She was asking about you’
David’s eyes narrowed. Could it be?
‘What’s she like?’
Alessa described her roommate. There was nothing she liked
better than a little matchmaking, especially where her
overly shy roommate was concerned.
As David listened, he felt his body react as he realized
Jennifer was the girl he had been looking for. He had been
waking in the morning to dreams of her; he had seen her in
his fantasies, and what incredible fantasies, dominated
as they were by the memory of seeing Jennifer convulsed
in her multi-orgasmic state. And now he could have the chance
to find her.
He grinned in delighted anticipation. ‘Why don’t you give
me her number, or tell me where to find her? You say she’s
shy? Maybe I can do something about that...’
‘She’s shy because she’s never, um, been with anyone before.’
‘And you think she might like me?’ David asked, feeling
a little shiver of excited expectation.
‘I know she’ll like you, all you’ve got to do is help her get
over her nervousness. I think you’ll be rewarded.’
Alessa took a piece of paper from the notebook she had tucked
under her arm. ‘Her schedule’s on there and I’ll make sure
she’s at the campus bar on Friday. After that, it’ll be up
to you, ’ she said as she grinned in return. ‘Good luck.
You’ll likely need it.’
<br>

2b/ The Gift
Jennifer groaned in frustration. Her math class had to
be the most utterly boring class to take. Each day she had
sat through the class, staring at walls, daydreaming,
just letting her mind wander. She glanced at her watch.
It was about time for the professor to start winding up.
Then finally he was done.
With a sigh of relief, Jennifer packed up her notebook and
textbook, tucked them under her arm, and left the room quickly.
She hurried through the door, around the corner and muttered
‘excuse me’ to the large body that suddenly blocked her
way. When it didn’t move, she glanced up angrily.
‘Excuse me’ her voice trailed off as she recognized who
stood in front of her.
David grinned down at her. ‘Fancy meeting you here’
Jennifer felt her face grow hot and knew she was blushing.
She stepped sideways and moved forward quickly, just wanting
to run and hide. As she moved away, David watched her retreating
back, an amused smile on his face.
Later, Jennifer curled up in her room studying, despite
the sun having once again returned. She would have liked
to study on the roof, in the sun, but after the last time...her
face went red and her body grew warm with the memory. She
shook her head and tried to concentrate on work.
A knock on her door once again distracted her, and she opened
it.
‘Yes?’
A young man stood before her, holding a vase filled with
roses. ‘Delivery for Jennifer Thomas, ’ the man said.
‘Is this the right address?’
Jennifer nodded, dumbfounded.
“For me?” she thought.
She took the roses and signed the receipt with a shaky hand.
As she closed the door she checked for a card. Setting down
the roses on her bureau, she plucked the tiny blue envelope
from between the flowers.
Opening it nervously, she read, “Do you realize how hot
you make me? I keep remembering what I saw and want so much
to see more...-David”.
She dropped the card as if it were on fire, and then, just
as quickly, picked it up again before her roommate could
find it. She looked around, panicked, wondering where
to hide the card. She finally tucked it deep inside her socks
drawer and tried futilely to return to studying.
<br>

2c/ Dressing
Alessa returned later still and immediately began to get
ready to go out that evening. She put on a miniskirt and no
knickers, a cropped top with no bra, smoothed a hand over
her flat stomach and checked her appearance in the mirror.
Jennifer watched from where she was curled up on her bed.
‘You look fine, Alessa. Leave it be.’
Alessa turned to stare at her roommate. ‘You should come
with me, Jennifer. It’s not like its a big deal or anything’
Jennifer shrugged. ‘You know I don’t like the campus bar.’
‘You’re shy, I know, ’ Alessa sighed. ‘Look, Jen’, you’re
never going to get to meet anybody if you don’t try.’
She walked over to her own closet and started going through
the clothes. Pulling out a flimsy white cheesecloth blouse
and a very short mini-skirt, she tossed them to Jennifer,
adding stockings, suspenders and high-heeled shoes to
the pile of clothes.
‘Get dressed in those clothes.’
Jennifer looked up to see Alessa standing before her, hands
on her hips, a determined expression on her face.
‘What?’ She glanced from her roommate to the pile of clothes
on the bed, and back to her roommate again. ‘You must be joking.’
‘No joke.’
Alessa reached out to pull Jennifer’s arms until the girl
was standing up in front of her.
‘Now, are you going to get dressed yourself or do I have to
do it for you?’
I’ve got to get her to the campus bar, she thought and then,
when Jennifer still didn’t move, she suddenly realised
that she knew what to do.
‘Take your clothes off, ’ she finally instructed.
Seeing there was no way out of the situation, Jennifer stripped
quickly.
Once she was naked, Alessa said, ‘Wrap this round your head
as a blindfold and sit down.’
When Jennifer was seated, she knelt down in front of her
and pulled her knees apart. Then she leaned forwards and
kissed Jennifer on the mouth, forcing her tongue between
her lips. She drew back and didn’t do anything for a minute.
Just as Jennifer started to wonder why nothing was happening,
she felt another kiss, this time on first one and then the
other of her nipples.
The kisses became sucks, then stopped.
‘Lie back, ’ said Alessa.
She did so and nothing happened again until she felt Alessa
kiss the inside of one of her thighs.
She started to get aroused when she felt a kiss on the inside
of her other thigh.
The kisses moved from one thigh to the other, each nearer
to her pussy than before, and her breathing grew heavy.
Then she felt Alessa licking up and down her slit and, when
Alessa’s tongue pushed deep into her pussy, she held her
head tight against her.
‘Yes, oh yes, I’m...’
The licking stopped suddenly.
‘Oh, please, you can’t do this to me, not when I’m that close.
Make me cum.’
Alessa tugged Jennifer’s hands away, freeing her head,
and stood up.
She pulled Jennifer’s blindfold off and said, ‘Now, get
dressed.’
Jennifer put her fingers on her clitoris and started to
masturbate herself to the orgasm she had just been denied
but Alessa yanked her hands away saying, ‘Oh, no you don’t.’
‘Please, let me cum?’
‘No, you go out like that.’
‘What? Oh, ok, ok, ’ said Jennifer and started to get dressed
as directed.
She looked at the cheesecloth blouse Alessa had chosen
and started to exchange it for another top, but Alessa stopped
her.
‘Alessa, you’re about 38D, aren’t you?’
‘Double D.’
‘Well, I’m 44, double-D, so this blouse...are you sure?’
Jennifer blushed at the thought of wearing the blouse.
It would have been loose and flowing on Alessa but with her
breasts it would be skin-tight when she had laced it up properly.
It was white and so sheer it was almost transparent.
What made it worse was that, since it was off-the-shoulder
with a really deep vee almost down to her navel, she couldn’t
wear a bra underneath and Alessa had just made sure her nipples
were really erect.
‘Alessa, everyone will be able to see everything.’
Alessa shrugged.
‘Look, just dress to kill. Then you won’t have to worry about
making conversation. No one will notice you’re tongue-tied
if you’re dressed well enough.’
‘Where are the knickers, Alessa?’
‘Uh uh, NO knickers.’
‘What, you must be joking.’
‘I said “no knickers”, now, get a move on.’
Jennifer had to smile then and, realizing that Alessa wouldn’t
change her mind, she dressed hastily in what she was given.
The cheesecloth blouse was very low on her, leaving the
tops of her breasts uncovered almost down to her hard nipples
which showed through as darker lumps under the thin white
cloth. She felt as if she would fall out of it should she do
anything too active, like move, and it was so tight that
she though it would split if she breathed too deeply. She
tried untying the lacing a bit but the vee opened too far
leaving a vast amount of her cleavage exposed.
In fact, she couldn’t loosen the lacing too much anyway
because it would leave her areolae and nipples uncovered.
And the skirt...well.
‘Alessa, if this skirt was any shorter it would be a belt, ’
and she tried to tug it a little lower, but it didn’t make
much difference. The skirt just covered her bottom and
tops of the stockings, showing quite a lot and not leaving
much to the imagination. She could even smell the aroma
of her juices as they leaked out of her pussy and ran down
the insides of her thighs.
‘Perfect.’ Alessa gave her a “thumbs up”. ‘Now, lets go.’
<br>

2d/ The Evening
The minute they stepped inside the door to the Student Union
bar, Jennifer felt crushed by the bodies around her. Alessa
stayed with her only as far as the bar itself and, when she
went to open her purse for some money to pay for drinks, Alessa
stopped her and insisted on paying for them herself. Alessa
then left her alone and she moved toward the dance floor
with her boyfriend, Michael.
Jennifer watched helplessly after her and moved over towards
the wall, trying to find a place where she could breathe
and sip her drink in relative peace, wondering as well how
long she could last before the arousal that Alessa had started
would overcome her and she would have to go off to the toilets
and masturbate herself to the orgasm she had been deprived
of.
‘Would you like to dance?’
Jennifer glanced up to see David Leslie.
She turned away, blushing.
He tapped her on the shoulder, getting her to glance at him
again.
He smiled encouragingly.
‘I just asked if you’d like to dance. One dance can’t hurt,
can it?’
She shrugged, not trusting herself to say anything.
He reached out and gently took the drink from her, setting
it on a nearby table. Then, taking her by the hand, he led
her out to the dance floor, where she could hear a slow song
playing. Placing his arms around her waist, he drew her
close and started to sway.
Jennifer could feel the heat coming from his hands at her
back and tried to draw back.
He held her pinned in his arms, close to him, and she saw amusement
in his eyes when she tried to put some space between their
two bodies.
He bent his head close to her ear and whispered, ‘I have you
now and I don’t want you running away again.’
She looked up at him and saw the grin on his face at his deliberate
reminder. Her face went a bright red when she remembered
everything she had been doing the first time she ran from
him and she tried to smile back, then buried her head in his
shoulder again. This was worse than being simply tongue-tied.
She had absolutely no idea what to think and little control
over what she was doing. His hands were caressing the small
of her back and even that simple touch was wreaking havoc
with her senses. She looked up again and saw his eyes gleaming
as he watched her face intently. He licked his lips and her
attention focused on that part of his face.
He had such nice lips.
She wondered what it would feel like if he kissed her.
David stared down at the girl in held so close in his arms,
amazed at what she could do to his body simply by being near
him. He was hard and throbbing already and wanted nothing
more than to get out of there so he could do what was really
on his mind, which certainly wasn’t dancing. She turned
her face to him and he looked at her to see her eyes staring
up at him as his hands stroked her back down to her bottom.
He licked his lips and saw her gaze refocus on his mouth.
Smiling gently, he bent his head to kiss her.
It was fire.
Jennifer gasped for air as David’s lips touched hers.
The music stopped and he released her slowly, but she simply
stood there, a bewildered expression on her face. In one
small part of her mind she was amazed...it didn’t seem to
matter how tongue-tied she was this time...she could do
anything.
She looked around her and heard another song start, fast
and spirited, and automatically felt her body start to
move in time with the music.
She glanced at David and saw a wide grin on his face as he danced
suggestively, smiling only at her.
Jennifer felt her body respond and danced in kind, her hips
moving teasingly close to his, then she darted away...touching
his chest gently then moving back...a teasing glance,
licking her lips, running her hands down her sides. Her
breathing became heavier and her nipples got more erect.
She didn’t notice that the drawstring at the neck of her
blouse had come undone or broken and the deep vee had opened
wider, exposing more of her cleavage almost down to her
navel and the edges of the areolae of both her nipples. She
had always loved to dance and found now that she didn’t need
to find the words to speak; her body could do it for her.
David knew that if he didn’t leave soon, he would burst right
here (and her blouse would slip all the way off; as it was
he could see that it was only held up by her hard nipples which
were already partly exposed). She had finally relaxed
and the way she moved her body, teasing him, had him so hot
he could hardly think. As the song ended he grasped her arms,
drawing her tight up against him and covered her mouth with
his own.
As Jennifer’s body melted against his; she could feel his
hardness pressing between her legs and her hugely swollen
nipples making solid lumps against his chest. She ached
to hold him and responded fervently to his kiss, fencing
with his tongue, her hands snaking around the back of his
head to play with the short hair at the base of his neck She
moaned against his mouth and, as he drew back, her eyes pleaded
with him to leave with her.
Placing an arm around her shoulder (for which Jennifer
was grateful as she wasn’t certain she could have remained
upright on her own), David led her from the building and
across campus to his room. As he opened the door and they
stepped inside, she was suddenly uncertain again. She
hesitated as David closed the door. He could see her nervousness
in her eyes and knew that he wanted her to feel right about
this. He grinned, knowing that he had thought about this
often already and wondered if she had as well. He watched
as she looked around his room.
<br>

2e/ His Room
‘Nice room, ’ she commented quietly.
David shrugged. ‘It’s small, even for a single. Why don’t
you sit down, I’ll be back in a minute. By the way, your bag
and your alarm clock are on the desk.’
As he left, Jennifer looked around for a place to sit, seeing
only a chair piled high with clothes and books, the desk
next to it, the empty bed and the floor. Eyeing the bed nervously,
she picked the bag and clock up off the desk, feeling a sudden
rush of juices from her pussy as memories of what happened
the previous weekend came flooding back and settled herself
on the floor, leaning back against the bed. Now that her
mind had returned to her body, she was terrified once more.
She knew she wanted him. Oh God how she knew. She just wasn’t
sure if she could do it. She was so afraid of doing something
wrong.
She was so nervous that she felt she had to do something so
she took her shoes off.
When she looked down to open her rather large purse to get
the baccy, skins and gear, she noticed that her blouse had
slipped down, almost fully exposing both of her acorn-sized
nipples. She tried to rearrange her clothing, to cover
herself up a bit, but the tie had broken and become unlaced
and she only seemed to make it worse.
She suddenly blushed when she opened her purse and she found
Alessa’s cock-shaped vibrator inside.
Now, when did she put that in here. That’s why she stopped
me from opening my purse in the bar. Oh god, this is so embarrassing.
She decided she had to do something else while she was waiting
for David to return so she skinned up a couple of joints.
David pushed the door open, carrying a bowl filled with
ice-cubes. Opening the door to his small refrigerator,
he pulled out a bottle and settled it in the ice. Going to
his closet, he pulled out two wine glasses and placed them
next to the bottle. Then he noticed where Jennifer was sitting
and wondered at the blush on her face and upper chest.
He sighed inwardly, knowing that she was again tense. He
sat down on the bed, next to her, and touched her shoulder
gently.
Then he noticed she had tried to rearrange her top because
more of her nipples were showing a bit more, a lot more.
‘Jennifer, if you want, I’ll take you home now.’
Jennifer shook her head and glanced up at him.
‘I don’t want to go home, ’ she said softly, placing her
hand on his knee. ‘I just...’
Her voice trailed off as she couldn’t think of what she’d
wanted to say. ‘Do you mind if I spark this up?’
‘No, I don’t mind. Go ahead.’
‘Do you know how beautiful you looked that day on the roof?’
David asked softly.
Jennifer blushed again and turned away, wishing he hadn’t
reminded her of that time again and thinking of Alessa’s
vibrator, of the use they’d put it to that day and the fact
that it was now in her purse. He caught her chin in his hand
and gently turned her to face him again.
‘I mean it, ’ he said. ‘I’ve dreamed of that, and of you.’
He bent to kiss her gently and felt some of the tension ease
out of her.
‘You have?’ Jennifer said when they broke off, not quite
believing him.
He chuckled. ‘Oh yes, I have.’
David sat up, popped open the bottle of champagne, handed
her one glass which he then filled and poured one for himself.
He chuckled again. ‘If I haven’t been thinking about you,
then why would I have had this?’
Jennifer shrugged, not used to this kind of flattery.
‘You could have had it for someone else entirely, ’ she
said softly.
‘Not for someone else, Jennifer. Only for you.’
He moved one of his legs so that Jennifer was between his
knees, put down his glass and began massaging her shoulders.
He could feel her start to relax again, leaning into his
strong hands as he caressed her taut muscles.
She turned her head to her left and looked up at him, taking
another sip of her drink before putting the glass down and
taking another toke of the joint.
He bent down and kissed her, working his tongue between
her lips, and she suddenly grabbed the back of his head,
pulling him to her.
When she reached for his head she accidentally knocked
his elbow, pushing his hand across to her right breast and
his smallest finger under her blouse touching her nipple.
She stiffened at the touch, then held his head tighter so
he couldn’t move his hand away and kissed him even deeper.
He slipped a second finger under her blouse to touch her
nipple and then a third.
She suddenly stopped him and he pulled away, thinking he’d
done something wrong.
‘No no, ’ she said, at the look on his face, ‘you haven’t
done anything wrong, it’s just that this blouse isn’t mine
and if you carry on like that you’ll rip it.’
She paused, knowing what she wanted but nervous again.
Then she decided to take the plunge.
‘I’d better take it off.’
Jennifer put the joint down in the ashtray and stood up,
stretching her arms back with her large breasts pushed
forwards and straining against the thin fabric of the blouse.
He tugged gently on her blouse, pulling it out from where
it was tucked into her skirt. When it was free, she took hold
of the bottom hem and lifted it up over her head and off.
His lips moved over her breasts as his hands stroked her
bottom, teasing the swells of her breasts ever so gently
as he kissed them. Then he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked,
gently at first and then harder.
When he moved his mouth to suck the other nipple she interrupted
him, saying, ‘I’ve got to sit down, ’ in a shaky voice.
Jennifer felt her breath growing short and her mind slipping
away leaving only sensation behind. She was grateful for
her decision to sit, for it suddenly seemed as if all her
bones had turned to mush, no longer supporting her body.
She giggled slightly, startling David, as she thought
of one thing that definitely shouldn’t turn to mush...
He drew back when he felt her giggle and saw a devilish expression
in her eyes.
‘What is it?’ he asked.
She grinned impishly.
‘I was just thinking how every time you touch me, it’s as
if I no longer have any bones inside me at all, I turn to mush.’
She reached out a tentative finger to touch the bulge in
his pants and said, ‘I hope that won’t turn to mush.’
‘You do?’
He pulled her against him as he moved around to lean back
against the headboard, bringing her to lie on top of him.
His hands reached up to touch her breasts, first one nipple,
then the other, then cupping one breast in each hand. He
lifted his head to kiss them.
‘Very nice, ’ he told her appreciatively. ‘Almost as good
as I dreamed’
‘Almost?’
Jennifer acted without thinking and swiped one of the pillows
from beneath him, hitting him soundly with it. ‘It’s not
nice to insult the girl you’re trying to seduce.’
He distracted her by nibbling on one nipple, teasing it
until it grew harder under his tongue, then suckling more.
‘No insult intended, ’ he said slowly, between kisses.
Jennifer forgot what she had considered an insult and gave
herself up to the sensations that now coursed through her
body. Each time his tongue touched a nipple, it seemed as
though there was a line leading directly from it down to
her pussy and could feel herself growing wetter every moment.
As he caressed and kissed her, David slid his hands up her
thighs and under the back of her short skirt to gently rub
her buttocks.
‘You, ’ he said softly, ‘have one hell of a nice bottom.’
‘Hey’ he said a couple of minutes later, ‘no knickers.’
‘No, Alessa wouldn’t let me wear any.’
‘Will you thank her for me?’
‘OK.’
After David had kissed her deeply for a couple more minutes
and squeezed her nipples gently, Jennifer broke off, pushed
herself upright and sat back between his spread legs, her
own legs hooked over his thighs.
‘Well?’ she said, in an indignant tone of voice.
‘Well what?’
‘You’ve just found I’m not wearing any knickers. So what
are you going to do about it?’
This was an open invitation if ever he’d heard one so, eyes
locked, David put his hands on the inside of Jennifer’s
thighs just above her knees and, with only the tips of his
fingers and the lightest of touches, stroked up her legs
towards her crotch until he reached her mound. When he felt
the smoothness there he looked down at it, cupped it with
his whole hand and slipped two fingers inside her pussy.
Jennifer closed her eyes and gave a low moan as he did so,
so he slipped a third finger in and pushed all three deep.
She suddenly pushed his hand away, opened her eyes and,
in a mock complaining tone, said, ‘This isn’t fair, you
know. You have me more than half undressed and you’re still
fully clothed.’
David stood and stripped quickly, leaving Jennifer to
stare at his wonderful body. He grinned, his erection pointing
at her.
She moved to sit on the edge of the bed with her legs either
side of his, reached up to hold his member with both hands
and planted little kisses over the tip.
‘Well? Now I’m ahead of you.’
He stood back and watched as Jennifer stood up.
He watched as she slipped the skirt down over her hips, slowly
and seductively, looking into his eyes the whole time.
She took her stockings off and the garter belt, then sat
on the edge of the bed again and wrapped her arms around his
body.
‘Nice, ’ she whispered, rubbing her cheek against his
chest, his erection trapped between her breasts in her
cleavage. ‘Very nice.’
Her hands snaked up around him until she reached the base
of his neck and wound her fingers through his hair. She tugged
gently as she leaned back, bringing his lips to meet hers
and pulling him down on top of her, her hands caressing his
bottom as their tongues fenced. Her breathing grew ragged
as David rolled over to lie beside her, one hand tracing
a circle lazily around a breast.
‘You do have a very nice body, ’ he said softly, his eyes
holding Jennifer’s captive.
She felt as if she were soaring, her mind caught by his eyes
and by the feeling of his hand as it teased her body.
His hand moved up to gently cup one breast, his thumb brushing
lightly over the nipple.
‘You have gorgeous breasts, ’ he whispered, as he bent
his head to take the nipple in his mouth. Jennifer felt shocks
course through her as his tongue lightly teased and nibbled
at the nipple till it was even more rigid. Then his tongue
trailed down between her breasts and he nuzzled the hollow
there before moving to gently lick the other nipple until
it, too, was harder.
Jennifer found it difficult to think straight and knew
that, if he continued much longer, she wasn’t going to be
able to hold back.
‘David, ’ she whispered, her voice barely audible. It
was so hard to even think. ‘David, if you don’t stop I’m going
to...I’m going to...’
‘Good’ he interrupted softly. She could almost feel his
mouth smile against her breast and he suckled even harder.
His hand drifted gently down, over her flat stomach, feeling
the muscles jump. He moved his h

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