1 comments/ 25164 views/ 3 favorites My Friend Jennie By: patuk54 Working as a pharmacist in a chemist shop, I was constantly asked to apply my first-aid knowledge to minor cuts and bruises. Being trained in that field also meant the doctors surgery next door would often send people to me rather than going through the rigmarole of filling forms in and to keep down unnecessary costs to them. This practise over spilled to my home life also, often I found myself the first person advice was sort from before a doctor or hospital was needed to get involved. This suited me as my house could get lonely sometimes what with my sons both moving on and the once large family house now being used as an unused place where kids could run around. Some of my close neighbours and friends in fact became so familiar with me that mostly I was able to treat more complicated ailments; often a phone call to my doctor would have me diagnosing and treating quite complicated procedures. One family living just a few houses from me seemed to be here more than most. The mother was a one-parent person around my age, she had three children, all from different fathers and in the early days, the cold and their lack of heating meant that it seemed always one or more were coming around for something. Becoming friendly with the mother, she was often around here asking my advice as to where she had gone wrong. All still young teenagers the eldest daughter was pregnant and still at school, the son was involved with drugs and I was forever seeing police cars pulling up a their house. Not wanting to interfere, I did help the youngest with her baby. A lovely little boy and I was simple glad when she would come around for some advice, warmth or have me baby-sit her boy while she went out alone. The middle kid was a girl, beautifully attractive and knowing it, was clever enough to stay out of trouble most of the time. She would sit alone with me many nights also, expecting to go on to university she was interested in anything medical, so was always asking me questions. Helping her nightly with her studies, I was as pleased as her mother when she picked up enough grades to go on to university. Although a sad day for us all really, the eldest had already married and was on baby number three. The son had gone and was living in some down and out place in the middle of town. So, when Jennie left for university there was both happiness and tears from us all as she waved us goodbye from the train station. I was still getting other friends around for help and Jennie's mother was constantly around, usually just to tell me how her three kids were doing and especially Jennie who apparently was doing very well and was soon off to a medical college. Before that though and having three months off she did not do a great deal with herself. Daily she would come to me and this time I was able to learn from her as a lot had changed since I had last studied some twenty-five years ago now. Growing into a lovely confident young woman, I was almost as proud as her mother must have been and needed to stare long and hard at my son as he met her here once and couldn't keep his eyes of her. I was with someone at the time, although only casual but this particular evening she caught me as I was getting ready to go out. My date wasn't anything to serious, a friend really although taking time to dress I did tell her that I would probably not be coming home until the morning. Knowing that was the first time I thought something was strange as she never mentioned one thing about who he was or anything. It went as far in fact with her leaving rather abruptly and ignoring my son as though he didn't exist. We had a laugh about it at the time as his confidence had just been knocked for six. Her attitude did change though towards me and I tried hard to put a very awkward question to her mother. Going about it in a long way she was also aware that Jennie had never mentioned a boyfriend before. Telling me that it was strange also, her best friend at university although not achieving sufficient grades to go on to medical school was none the less going to live over near Jennie's new address. We had both put two and two together at the same time, which made Kathy, Jennie's mother very annoyed and wanted to go and confront her daughter. She had a wild temper and knowing how that confrontation would go I succeeded in calming her down. Although with Jennie doing all she could to avoid me, telling her mother to stay in my home I thought up a feeble excuse to go and confront Jennie around at her house. Was it any of my business I thought to myself as I rung on her doorbell. Knowing she was in alone and able to see it was me at the door, it was the third time I rung on it before she came to answer it. Leaving the door open and without a word spoken she walked up to her room knowing I was going to follow her up. I had not been there for years, the last time she was young and the place was a mess. This time however it was decorated out beautifully, as we sat on her bed; I tried to ask her whether everything was ok with her. Shrugging her shoulders her mood was very subdued as I tried to get to the bottom of why she had gone into her shell. At the same time, inviting her to a non-existent party with my boyfriend and my son I noticed a picture of a young women in a frame on her dressing table. Without answering me, I stood up, held the picture frame, and in silence waited to hear whether there was anything she wanted to tell me. "Why are you here Pat, and where is mum?" She asked, her voice showing concern as she took the frame from my hands. "She is around my place Jennie, she wanted to come and confront you; however I have told her to wait there." Complete silence as I looked at her staring into the picture frame. "Is she annoyed, are you annoyed Pat?" "Your mum is fuming, however let's go and see her to talk it over nicely." I answered, my voice as calm as could be expected under the circumstances. The poor girl seemed in shock as I cuddled her closely on the short walk to my house. Breaking down in tears, facing Kathy was the best thing that could have happened as her mother hugged her baby while I thought it better I leave them. Some ten long minutes past, before I heard footsteps come down the hallway. Jennie was smiling, her eyes red and sore as she told me her mum was OK and wondered why I had left them both. Telling her I had made a pot of tea, we went back to the lounge where at least we were able to talk it over like civilised adults. Kathy hoped it was just a passing phase in her life. I told them that I did also, and when she gets to her medical school then things will change. Still never close to Jennie again, I did become closer to her mother though. We were both alone together and so started spending nights out. All perfectly harmless, the odd occasion when some men would chat to us would often end quickly as I still had my occasional boyfriend for my fun and didn't need to complicate things more. She had told me of her daughters split with that girl she was seeing, and although Kathy was full of sympathy to her daughter, she was however relieved it was over. Over the coming months little was said of Jennie, she wasn't keeping in contact with her mother as much and had the two of us worried. I didn't show much concern, just shrugged it of telling Kathy that work does get very intense before the years end and so she is probably hard at work studying. Knowing I was telling a lie my eldest son who is also a junior doctor studied at the same school where Jennie was studying. Over conversation once with my sons I brought her up and told him of my concern for her. My eldest boasted of knowing all the places the students went to in the evenings although when I mentioned that she might be frequenting the gay bars he did become very silent. Asking my other son whether he wanted to go looking for her, they both told me that they would go and find her for me. Darren knew what she looked like and so the following weekend I stayed by the phone hoping for a call from them. Telling them I would be up all night, I sat rooted to the phone as the evening turned into morning but still the phone didn't ring. I was asleep in my bed when finally it rung and my sons were both at a gay bar where they had seen her with a group of women. Tired, relieved though I was able to sleep peacefully knowing no harm had come to her. It wasn't until the next day when my son came around and told me the facts that I really did get worried. The once beautiful Jennie was now completely different and my youngest told me that she was obviously into drugs as the place they found her in was a haven for it. Feeling scared now I felt I had an obligation over her and without telling either of my sons or her mother I drove down the following night to that club. Alone, I was welcomed in and although it was early, I felt very uncomfortable as people from both sexes were eyeing me up and probably wondering what I was doing there alone. I didn't care as I sat alone in a darkened corner looking at everyone coming in as the club slowly filled. A group of loud women suddenly came walking in, they were dirty looking, some older than me and had obviously been drinking elsewhere earlier. In the middle was Jennie, her beauty still shining through, yet her nicely groomed hair looking matted and dirty and I had never seen her without her face made up in public. Smoking and laughing with the others my body was boiling over as I tried to refrain myself. A woman, dirty and older than me pulled her close and crudely planted a kiss on her lips. Even though Jennie responded, it hurt me to see it, so much so that I went into the group of them and physically pulled her from them. She was somewhere else and didn't even recognise me as she staggered and smiled into my eyes. Thinking I was with her party, she even tried to plant a kiss on my face as I quickly pulled her face from mine. With jeers from her friends, I marched her from the club; she didn't resist and was in no position to either as I took her out into the coldness of the cool night. Taller than me she cuddled around my neck as I tried to walk in a straight line with her. Still not knowing who I was we finally came to rest at a deserted park bench. Sitting her down I wanted desperately to brush her hair and bring the beauty back into her looks yet as I touched her I was simply greeted with a submissive cuddle from her. I was dressed for the cold night Jennie had barely a skimpy tee shirt and jeans on though as I tried to wrap my topcoat around her for warmth. Whatever she had taken began to wear off, tired now she looked at me for the first time and was able to recognise who I was. Looking around worriedly she asked what was I doing there. Assuring her, I was only there to help her and that her mother didn't know, I saw her eyes fill with water as she cried uncontrollably on my shoulder. Knowing the pain she was suffering I was unable to control myself also as we cuddled up, without words we seemed to just feel so at ease together. I was shivering, Jennie must have been more so as we pulled ourselves up from the park bench and slowly she took me back to her flat. It was a dirty place and while she slept, I cleaned it from top to bottom for her, silently and when she finally woke up, I was sitting by her bed exhausted having never closed my eyes all that night. She was a changed person, had fallen out of college with no way back, the past couple of months had found this group of friends that meant more to her than anything else. Telling me also that she was happy and that no way was she ever going home to her mother again. That first night I stayed dirty but dressed as I slept alone on the couch while she stayed in her bed. Home wasn't that far away and I could have gone there to get some changes of clothing. However, Jennie was penniless and so thought up an idea where we both get some new clothing together, that way at least I knew she would have some new stuff. It turned out to be a lovely day and it was nice to be able to get home to her place so as to try them on. After a much- needed bath, I felt good going back into the living room, clean and sporting a super soft towelling robe. She made me buy some exotic underwear sets for myself and felt embarrassed when she asked me to put them on. Even more so, when she handed them to me, before doing so she carefully picked out the gusset of the panties and planted a long kiss on them. I didn't realise how skimpy they were with the gusset almost cutting a parting to split my labia as I cheekily modelled them for her benefit. Seeing me topless and with a piece of nothing more than a satin string to hide my modesty changed the whole situation. Her voice changed from one of laughter to one of seriousness as she approached me. Making me a little nervous, I suddenly wondered what was happening as she knelt down before me. Before I could stop her, she had the backs of my legs in her grasp and pulled me towards her. Kissing the front of my panties, I could feel her lips on my sensitive pussy. It did feel nice, however reluctantly I had to stop her. Lifting her off her knees, I held her hands, kissed her but told her not to be foolish. We stayed in that flat a while and each day I seemed to be able to make her feel increasingly confident in making the journey home. Nakedness by now was becoming common and at least I was safe in that she hadn't made any more passes towards me. Sleeping happily on the couch one evening though, I was suddenly awoken by laughter from Jennie. It felt very late and I was disappointed she had brought someone home with her. Up until then she seemed to be doing well, although not at college I thought I was reforming her and almost ready to take her home to her mother. Trying to cover my ears their talk was disgusting me and I got offended when she told her friend that I was just some do-gooder trying to put her back on the straight and narrow. Hearing Jennie's friend giggle as she whispered something I couldn't pick out, Jennie laughed and obviously referring to my sexual likes told her I was straight. Hearing them kissing the last recognisable sentence I heard from them was her friend telling Jennie that it was a shame. Although pitch black in the room I could hear and imagine every noise and movement from them. Having been reading most of the night I too was in a very mellow state, which was heightened as I could hear and imagine the pair of them exciting each other. After Jennie had commented on my nakedness the other evening, I went out to buy just about the most sexless pack of pyjamas I could find. I had never worn leggings to bed yet felt they were appropriate and while she didn't mind parading her nakedness around the flat she was soon to realise that I did. I hadn't a clue what they were doing, they were making love though as I could hear the sighs and murmurs from them. Quietly loosing the cord of my leggings, I slipped my hand down to cup my shaved pussy. My labia opened effortlessly while sliding a finger or two inside and hearing the pair of them, I was suddenly getting myself off to the sound of their sex. I believed by the noises around the room that I was the first to climax, in complete silence my mind must have been beyond there's as I calmly brought myself off listening to her friend mainly, groan and moan to Jennie's touches. They must have been quiet, as I had relaxed myself sufficiently to be able to sleep my way through their erotic tones. It was later than normal when I woke up, after a few seconds I realised we had company though, so adjusting my pyjamas, warm, I threw the heavy duvet off me. Decently dressed for that time of the morning I was surprised that Jennie's friend wasn't with us. She had gone; Jennie's money and bankcards had also disappeared with her friend, as I was speechless in trying to console her. Luckily for Jennie, her bankcards were useless anyway and the small amount of money missing made the pain of being duped much easier to bear for her. I gave her the money she had lost and although she wanted a telling off for being so gullible I was on her side all the while and never said anything bad about her choice of friends. We got into the same rut as before, I wanted her to go home, and she was bordering on saying yes although meeting her friends changed everything. Again, she went down the same road, this time however even I needed to give up on her. I had lived at her place long enough without any success so leaving on good terms I told her that if she didn't want her mother to know anything then I was always there for her. Deep down she was a lovely kid and over the coming weeks, I missed her not being around me. Seems I am at my best only when helping others. It seems all my life I have helped others, my sons for instance and then her, now though my life was simple, going about its everyday routine. Early one morning, still dark I was suddenly awoken by the blue flashing light of a police car in the street below. Being so close I was in the middle of putting my wrap on when there was a knock at the door. Frightened now, knowing it was the police, all manner of things flashed through my mind as I hurriedly went downstairs to answer the door. There standing at it was a WPC, leaning against a wall a very drunk, bedraggled Jennie. The police had found her walking the streets near her university and decided to bring her to the only address she would give rather than arrest her. The poor love was in a state as the WPC tried in vain to give us a lecture with me worried about the state of her. Yes, yes, yes, was all I could say as I closed the door in her face with Jennie barely conscious, leaning on to me, her head buried quietly into my nape. Obviously still the worse for drink I didn't want her in my living room; the spare room wasn't made up so cautiously we went slowly up the stairs to my bedroom. Giggling and happy to herself I managed to get her on the bed, she needed a bath but I think she might have drowned that night, so with her helping me I discarded her filthy clothes. Naked, I swung her body around on to the bed and tried my hardest to make her comfortable before leaving her alone to sleep. That and a few uncomfortable hours on my couch had me awake early and going about my business as usual knowing it would be hours before she woke up. Unable or unwilling more like I ordered some groceries to be delivered, knowing her liking for food I had a nice meal here waiting for whenever she awoke and was ready to eat. In all the time I had known her she had never been upstairs in my house and wondered whether I should call out to her when hearing the floorboards creek, telling me she was awake. The room was littered with my belongings, with the walls covered with pictures of my boys and me, so I knew that when she became focused would realise what house she had slept in. Hearing her come down the stairs I stayed seated in the settee expecting her to come in to me. She didn't, as I heard the tap go on and cupboards opening as she was no doubt looking for a glass. It seemed ages as I looked over my shoulder a dozen times before I sensed her walk into the living room behind me. Completely naked, her body looked abused, her face painfully roar and swollen and without a single word of an explanation sat down in an armchair facing me. Her filthy body, covered in tattoos and jewellery hanging from her navel and one of her boobs. Her body though as lovely as ever as she gave me an embarrassed greeting before dinking down the large glass of water. I stayed silent, never wanting to condone her ways, neither to tell her whether she had done wrong. I was glad she was back home though, even though she did not intend to let her mother know. Here at my house I did have some control though and would have put my foot down if things went wrong. Knowing everything was going to be fine, I went to the kitchen to prepare her favourite meal. My Friend Jennie She was quiet, clinging on to me as if she needed reassurance, I wasn't about to give her any however her naked body cuddling me while I prepared dinner wasn't the best way to prepare a meal. "You smell bad," I was forced to say and took her to my bathroom. Adjusting the shower for her I left her alone as her clinging to me seemed very infectious. Leaving an assortment of nightwear for her, I went down and continued to prepare her lunch. Busy in my own world I had forgotten about her as my mind thought back over the nights happenings. Almost startled, I heard her coming down the stairs, so I called out to her to tell her where I was. Having the table set and again not bothering to turn around I told her to get herself a drink from the bottle of wine on the dining table. Making me jump however, I felt her closeness and the aroma of my perfume on her as she lightly rested an arm around my waist. At the same time, I felt her lips lightly brush against my neck and silently wording out a thank you to me. I tried hard to not push her away, she was safe with me however I knew she was aware of my sexuality as I took hold of her wrist as it slid from my waist and although needing to take breath I pulled it from me. Keeping hold of her I turned around and momentarily was speechless realising she was naked. Her lovely body had been abused, bites, scratches as well as the jewellery and tattoos on her made me feel sorry for her. I shouldn't have done really, I was probably jealous of her lifestyle in a way as I fingered a large bite mark on her neck while thinking to myself the amount of pleasure she must have gained while receiving it. "Go sit down, lunch is ready and help yourself to some wine," I ordered as I pushed her from me. Laughing at me, she went and sat at the dining table, her legs unashamedly parted as she poured herself a large glass of wine. Trying to calm the situation down I handed her a plate and sitting opposite we talked about old times while I was glad at least she seemed to enjoy her food. Still with no attempt to hide her modesty, we took our glasses and half-filled bottle into the lounge. It was warm and we felt comfortable in there as I sat on a settee next to a glowing open fire. Instead of sitting next to me Jennie threw a large cushion on the floor beside my feet and the warm fire, then sat down on it while resting her hands and drink on my knees. Looking up at me and smiling, I was getting mixed emotions from her, with that smile of hers I could sense an act of malice close by. We were silent for ages, I was mesmerised looking at the flames leaping back and forth in the fire while Jennie, silent, was sipping thoughtfully on her glass. "I used your douche thing Pat, it got me off, do you use it often?" Her voice was innocent yet it had a streak of wickedness in it. Laughing to her had me smiling and trying to tell her it was purely for hygiene reasons seemed to fall on deaf ears with her. To her it must have looked like a phallic object that was there to only give pleasure. I remember my son fitting it for me, the look he gave it and me at the time, was one that didn't need an answer to. Jennie and I sat until the early hours talking, the only time I wanted to move was to have a pee and open another bottle of wine. While I was upstairs in the bathroom, I turned on the electric blanket in her room as well as mine as the bedrooms were still feeling chilled with such a cold spring. We had talked ourselves hoarse for one night, I was glad though when feeling she was at last at peace with the world. It was late, I needed to shower even though I felt a little light headed with the wine consumed by the pair of us. Under normal circumstances I would probably have gone straight to bed, these times though were anything but normal, so guiding Jennie to her room we kissed our goodnights as I went off to my bathroom. Realising my douche attachment had been elsewhere that evening I cleaned it yet refrained from using it. I wasn't in need of a shower anyway, simply leaning against the cold tiles while the water cascaded down my body. Dried, I passed Jennie's room quietly and thinking I was alone pulled the duvet aside only to realise she was comfortably tucked up in a ball in my bed. Debating whether to go to her bed, I decided instead to get an old pair of my son's spare pyjamas from the airing cupboard to wear. Being careful not to wake her, I gently laid down by her side and without touching her, was able to get myself comfortable. With the long night and abundance of wine consumed although my mind was spinning with the happenings of the evening I was soon able to feel relaxed enough to feel my eyes relax. Aware of her next to me though I was careful not to move and finally I knew I fell peacefully asleep. It was still silent, dark and the dead of night when startled I awoke in a panic although feeling as though I was dreaming I didn`t move a muscle. I felt my body chilled yet that was secondary when feeling Jennie's fingers deeply embedded inside me. My thighs open wide, the top of my pyjamas unbuttoned, fully open and feeling the coldness of the room on my body, I was in a highly aroused state. Ignoring her completely my head was spinning, my mouth dry as I let out an almost silent moan to her telling her I was experiencing a relaxing orgasm. Her fingers continued inside me until I had finished, still in silence I felt them slide from me and could smell my aromas on her fingers as they gently buttoned up my pyjama top. Adjusting my trouser bottoms for me, I felt her feeling for the duvet as once more I was covered back up. With my breathing still heavy I laid there a while looking up at the ceiling while still ignoring the presence of her next to me. I must have thought I dreamt it waking up later than normal the following morning. Alone, knowing I had climaxed yet my mind, confused still and without Jennie in it I simply thought it was me, as I have climaxed that way alone on many occasions. I felt different though and each second I laid there looking up at the ceiling still, memories of the night were becoming increasingly clear. In the end I realised I hadn't been dreaming of her when remembering the reason I had put my sons pyjamas on. Looking at the clock for the first time it was late, I needed to be out as I had a job to go to that I had neglected for the past couple of weeks. Quickly realising what had actually happened I felt dirty in myself for letting it happen. Knowing she would be asleep most of the day I quietly went to the bathroom. If it had been her, then my body felt nice as I showered and still looking at my douche bottle with horror, instead, I opened myself wide and cleansed myself with the shower. A cup of tea in silence I went to my work to see how things were, I had no intentions of working with Jennie at home and was relieved when my boss told me to go home and sort out my personal life. After getting in the groceries at the store, I knew she would be up when I arrived home. Taking one large breath, I opened the door and was ready to explain all, and as though nothing needed explaining she was sat, relaxed, comfortably listening to my music. As if nothing had happened, I suddenly started to think of my dream and maybe it had just been my imagination. She was different though, straightaway I knew it wasn't me dreaming, she looked lovely again, had bathed, her hair and face was tidy and most of all she had clean clothes on. Neither of us mentioned the previous evening so I was able to think of it as just a dream. Still not wanting to meet up with her mother, I had phoned her though to tell her Jennie was fine and well, however I was never going to put her under any pressure this time. We had eaten; all was cleared up when I went to shower and came down dressed and ready to go out. Jennie wasn't that keen though and would have preferred to stay at home. So would have I really as I promised I'd be back at work the next day, however convincing Jennie was hard, she did eventually agree and went up to get ready though. Dressed up she was such a lovely looking kid; I looked every bit her mother but just wanted her to try to get back to some kind of normal life. I would have settled for a night at the pictures, Jennie however wanted to go and let her hair down so I had to follow suit. With our family and friends around town, she soon knew of a place out of town, which until then had never been mentioned by my sons. Not arguing at all and letting her have her own way we called a taxi that took us on the long drive to her club. It was nothing more than a converted house when we finally arrived; apart from some people on the front door, I had no idea what I was letting myself in for. I should have realised though, any club Jennie went to had to be different to the norm. I was glad also that my sons had never mentioned it as the first site I was greeted to were two very strangely dressed men doing more than just talking with each other. Protesting to Jennie, I was dressed young and had made an effort to look nice for her, being at a club like this though was going to send out the wrong message. I just didn't want to listen to her though when she tried to explain what she was and what she wanted. Knowing if I had deserted her there and then we wouldn't have seen her for a few weeks so if nothing else I decided to stick to her like a piece of chewing gum to the sole of my foot. She knew people there also and quickly we were in a group of an assortment of women of different ages, the first to greet her with a kiss that had me cringing was someone old enough to be my mother. Their greeting together was obscene and it took all my will power not to pull that old woman off her. I was beginning to understand now as yet another older woman greeted her not unlike the first one did. We had talked about her sexuality, always making me out to be an icon I was beginning to understand, all her ex lovers were my age or older. If I thought Jennie was beautiful then while she was busily spreading her greetings around the group a half cast woman, she could only have been twenty at the most, came over to me. Thinking Jennie and I was an item, I have had a million compliments thrown at me during my life, yet hers was a mile above any I had ever received. Unaware I was only Jennie's guardian she had nails which told me she had never done a days work in her life as they brushed my hair from my face while she told me how beautiful I was and that Jennie was so lucky. For once I really was speechless, glad I think, Jennie overheard her and quickly took my arm before I was allowed to answer. The small room we were in had no dance floor, that was next door, as Jennie asked me, well told me, to dance with her. I could sense she was on a high, not with me but being with her friends made her feel good. We danced, we talked, and we danced again until I knew there was something on her mind. One of her old and I do mean old friends, wanted to rekindle their relationship. I could have said no, yet realising by now her wants then I couldn't really have said no to her. Knowing she was going to sleep somewhere else that night didn't bother me at all and when the pair of them went out onto the dance floor then I thought it time I went. Realising it was a big mistake as soon as I walked in there, I did need to spend a penny though. A small queue and only one cubicle yet hearing the trickles of pee in there made it more obvious I really needed to pee before I left. The talk in there was as though it were a normal dance, however talking about who wanted who was only different in that all the names were women. I was glad to hear the cistern go and knew I was only one away as this black girl came out of the cubicle. I was happily explaining to another as to why I was there when making me jump; this black girl gave me a real personal and close hug. Her advances were a compliment to me, however pushing her away I told her I was flattered and that if I wanted a choice of anyone in the room then I would have chosen her. This caused a shrill of delight from the others in the queue and I could have easily have pushed her away once more as she cuddled closely to me and kissed me intimately on my lips. With a handful of people around, I could feel my face go bright red yet the feelings, which jolted through my body, had me speechless. My expression had changed, as I needed to take a deep breath before answering her, her lipstick had smeared over her chin as I wiped it off with my thumb. I wanted to tell her it was nice; however, with a dozen ears listening in, I was thankful it was my turn to have a pee. In a perverse way I was glad to see her still there when I came out, and washing my hands, she passed me some tissues as we left the toilet together. I was in a confused dilemma walking with her, I didn't want Jennie to see me for a start, yet that first kiss really did get my head in a spin. Some six or so inches taller than me, the place was full of small curtained areas supposedly where couples could hide away and talk. She pulled me into one of these places. Again, I could easily have resisted, as she was being very gentle with me. Alone she again searched for my lips, this time I searched for hers also. I don't know what my feelings were, my mind was confused as I should have been revolted, however taking both my hands and continuing to kiss she wrapped them around her neck for me. Holding my arms around her neck, I could feel her hands explore my body; the only time our lips parted was when I felt her fingers venture in between my parted legs. The kiss only stopped then as I needed to catch my breath and as if it were so natural I pushed my hips towards her only stopping when I felt my short skirt being lifted up. Holding both my hands on her shoulders, I was breathless with desire, needing to clear my head though I told her I needed to go. I didn't really know where I was so in a way glad when she walked me out into the cool fresh air. Taking the deepest breath I had ever taken, we were naturally cuddling, as I hadn't a clue what my next step was. "Can I walk you to your car?" Gloria asked, her voice had changed and I could sense disappointment in it. Just about then, I made her laugh when telling her my car was thirty miles away in my garage. Telling her we got a taxi here and will get one back, she wasn't having any of it though. "Let me at least give you a lift, I'd love that," she said, her voice was almost pleading with me now. Once more, I knew I should have said no, yet she had excited my curiosity at least that night and knew a lift to my house was sure to continue that, so I agreed. She only had a small mini as I struggled to get into it in a dignified way, trying to pull my skirt down proved futile and seeing her exotic coloured underwear then she could see my white satin ones. Gloria really was an interesting person, the thirty-minute journey home had me questioning her lifestyle and instead of being disgusted, I found her leagues above Jennie. A person I would have liked to talk to in fact, that was never to be though so was disappointed when my driveway came as I told her to pull in and park. Similar to me also, she needed to pee before going so pointing her in the direction and after a few stuttered words asked whether she could use the shower. Going up the stairs with her, I was more than willing in showing her the controls and from the airing cupboard handed her a large towel and one of my clean dressing gowns. After some time she came down, no make up, her hair flattened with the shower she still looked lovely though. I had opened a bottle of wine, anticipating something happening then pouring her a glass I asked her to sit tight while I too had a shower. Trying to predict the night ahead, although having that one drink to many I was still able to shave myself, if Gloria had been a man then I would have douched myself as well, however knowing whatever happened this night then a douche would be unnecessary. Drying myself I was looking into the mirror, nervous now as the drinks from earlier had worn off. I had to do my face although Gloria didn't need to; there was no way she was going to see me undressed like that. She had thought I had chickened out and gone to bed, telling me she nearly came up looking for me. Far from it, my stomach hurt with the nervous tension twisting my muscles on my stomach, yet I really wanted this to happen. Rising up from my settee, she came over to me, a smile on her face that made me weak kneed, holding my hands she tilted her neck to plant a kiss directly onto my lips. Standing motionless, holding her hands tightly it felt so wrong as my heart seemed to race or skip a beat. While we gently kissed, I felt my robe being opened and as my hands hung loosely by my side I felt her hands hook between my shoulders sending my dressing gown tumbling to the floor. Looking at me, mauling my body, her long painted nails sending shivers through me as they racked over my sensitive nipples. Her face was relaxed, featuring a wry smile while her eyes followed her sharp fingernails around my body making me squirm as they touched on sensitive parts of it. I could already smell the aromas of my juices on her fingers as she cupped my chin with her hand. Telling me she wanted to take me to heaven while asking me whether I would like to take her to bed. She seemed a little taken aback as I said no, but going over to the fire and lighting it the lovely light it put out I asked her whether we could do it here. I have a large fur rug in front of the fire and many a night I have gazed into it, the reflections making the whole setting seem so ideal. She looked down to where I was looking and of course agreed while taking my hand and leading me there. We knelt facing each other, still unaware what my role was to be; I hoped Gloria would help me. Undoing her gown, she opened it for me to look at her body. Tiny boobs, such a slim and tiny waist with a large nest of thick looking hair covering her groin. Almost with a grin on my face I ran my hand over it, it felt strange as she knelt before me completely still while my hand caressed her pubic region covered with her black tangled hair. My face must have showed how curious I was as she took my hand from it, smiling, shrugging her shoulders as though to tell me it was how she wanted it to be. Relaxed, I then cupped her small breasts in both of my hands, no flesh on them they were heavy as I lifted them, her nipples were black, and running my fingers over both of them, like me, had her catch her breath. I was having fun exploring; Gloria though had seen enough as she took hold of my hands, pulling them from her body brought us closer together once more. We kissed, this time it meant something to her and soon I was to follow suite. We never talked again, our lips once more locking together, this time however I could feel the change in her as she half wrestled me to the rug. This was different, the fun before was now quickly overtaken by sheer passion. Holding my face with her hands still, her kisses became meaningful now. With her fingers tracing over every inch of me I was practically relieved when they came to rest on my excited pussy. Realising her long talons might harm me they never once entered into me. One second I could taste her saliva on my breath as we kissed, then she was suddenly bent double and feeling her tongue lick open my sex lips, truly did send me to heaven. With her hair still damp, I took hold of a handful and pulled her lips from me. Able to feel her lips kiss my tummy as I had some respite was nice however it wasn't many seconds before I heard and felt her kiss directly on to my saturated pussy. Unashamedly I sighed aloud yet she never let up, opening me wide then all I was able to do was to hold onto the sides of her face as I pulled her to me so that I was able to hold my body close to her face. My Friend Jennie It became a game with me ordering her to stop; when she did, she was looking up to me and waiting for my next command. With her long fingers holding me wide open, her tongue seemed to disappear into me forever. It felt exquisite, to nice to waste an orgasm on as being at that point and for the first time in my life being able to control someone in that situation. With my head hurting from almost exploding, my mouth bone dry I waited seconds before pulling her back into me. She was playing the game also now as her tongue was no longer trying to excite but simply lapping at me and touching places inside me she knew had me almost pulling her from me once more. Although being selfish I wasn't to realise it at the time, the muscles in my thighs were already tightening, as repeatedly I was to keep her at that point where I needed to breathe. Still that grin on her face never seemed to subside, as mine must have been one of complete satisfaction. Suggesting we turn over her hands gripped tightly at my bum and I went with her as she manoeuvred me above her. Sitting on her practically, she had that beaming smile on her face as I lowered my body so as I was able to freely kiss her once more. We touched lips together, no longer in a frenzy I quickly realised she had taken me to heaven however I was back down to earth now as the kisses between us were more of a loving nature than sexual. My body ached as I wearily lifted myself off her body. Cuddling up I had an arm and a knee entrapping her as I lay on her completely relaxed and at peace with the world. Again, my selfishness coming out, I could easily have fallen asleep in her embrace when I moved and felt my open and excited pussy slide along her leg. I must have let out a satisfied murmur while cupping her small breasts in my hand as I shivered as though someone had walked over my grave. I was completely aware of the situation now, firmly down on the ground, however I felt so comfortable with her as she lay there in complete silence next to me. I knew I could have stopped it there; I was aching, tired and fully satisfied when my feelings started to edge towards Gloria. Quiet as though she was ready to go to sleep I reached over her, with my hand still cupping one of her breasts I took the nipple into my mouth. An exciting step forward for me yet when she moved a hand to lightly grip hold of my head I at least I felt I was doing something right. I have had my breasts sucked numerous times and so I knew exactly how Gloria would react to it, she did also and so I adventured further. Still sucking gently on her now hard, aroused nipples I caressed down her body and felt her muscles in her stomach contract as my hands gently passed over her. Her parted legs, mass of black pubic hairs as well were a mountain for me to climb. Feeling around her I stopped kissing her boobs, instead after a light kiss on her nape I searched for her mouth, her eyes were closed tightly as her lips puckered as I kissed her. At the same time, my finger was inches from the wetness of her open pussy. Kissing her deeply this time I slid the one finger between her open inviting lips, she stopped kissing me momentarily but looked up to me. Felt good, in control, as I guided a finger deeply into her. Unlike me I could feel friction inside her and realised she was completely dry to my touch. I had an abundance spare if she needed it, not needing it though, holding my hand she pulled my finger from me and stopping our kiss she gentle put my finger deeply into her mouth. Knowing she was lubricating it for me, without touching any of her body I once again slid the now dampened finger back into her. I could feel her muscles inside her vagina catch hold of my finger, although her legs were parted her insides seemed to be delicate as I feared I would damage her if I were to continue. Pulling my finger from me once more this time she guided it towards my mouth this time. I could sense her eyes staring at me as I looked at her finger; it was glistening with her moisture under the flames of the fire as almost reluctantly I opened my mouth around it. Tasting sweet and pure compared to myself she simply whispered to me that I wasn't to use my fingers. I felt so adventurous anyway and thought my fingers were just a prelude to things to come. I kissed her once more and as if she were telling me something, I felt her delicate tongue snake around the insides of my mouth. Taking a deep breath, I was suddenly kissing her dark soft body while my knees were taking me downwards towards that prickly bush of pubic hairs. I couldn't help but to take in the sweetened aroma of her body and realising not everyone is made the same was suddenly kissing gently at her inner thighs as her gleaming pink insides looked so inviting for me. A mass of pink I licked up and down her immaculately made slit. Her clitoris sitting proud and erect and with Gloria tasting so invitingly pleasant I was more than relieved when my tongue coming into contact with her pink inner folds sent an uncontrollable vibration through her body. Making me want to do it repeatedly, I soon had her nails digging into my scalp. Feeling in charge now, one by one I removed her hands from my hair and holding them aloft I was getting satisfaction as my tongue, inside her body was making her hips now try to repel me. Her breathing alone was telling me that I was doing well as her hands tried to pull me from her. Holding them tightly away from her then only her hips could stop me now. They tried also as she thrashed them around only to relax them for me to continue. At last I could taste her giving me her sweet juice as a surge forward had her violently trying to free her hands as at last she relaxed and enjoyed her orgasm. At last, I was able to taste her and had me wondering why she wanted me as I was dribbling my pungent juices over her minutes earlier. She had climaxed I had done well in myself, although getting her to climax had excited me equally while I laid thoughtful and silent between her dark and comforting legs. We were both breathless as my fingers toyed with her open, pink inners; I was able to smell her sweet aroma now that we had calmed down. Like a new toy, I could hear quiet moans and sighs as she held on to my face. Stretching my neck every now and again, my fingers needed to part the dark skin to reveal the glistening pink of her body. Relaxed and slowly now, I could feel her body twitch as I ran my tongue up the length of her pussy. Waiting for me at the top was an extremely hard clitoris, touching it with my tongue brought an instant reaction from her as she bucked her body away from me. Trying harder only had Gloria moving away more as smiling I looked up at her as if to ask whether I had hit a soft spot. She laughed also and holding my face with both my hands gestured to me as if I was to stop and come up to her level. I did and we kissed, gently and lovingly at first yet my temperature again quickly raced to boiling point as once more her fingers started to explore my body. Once more laying me flat on my back I shook in anticipation feeling her firstly cup one of my nipples with her lips while at the same time I felt a finger slide effortlessly inside me. Her finger was exciting me more than anything, stopping, releasing so she could continue to kiss my body. Holding her head with both my hands once more the muscles in my stomach were quivering with excitement as her tongue searched for and licked around my belly button. Letting out an uncontrollable sigh it was my turn to try to pull her body around to me. Realising what I was trying to do, with her lips and tongue not leaving me she was able to manoeuvre her body above mine. As she opened her legs above me I was once more able to see the pinkness shine out under the now warm flames of the fire. While I looked on, I could feel Gloria's hands stretching open my thighs, helping her I knew I was fully open as I rested both my hands on her firm bum cheeks. It was my turn to squirm away as I felt her tongue lick into me. Almost unexpected however when doing it once more I felt so lovely as I gripped hold of her bum and pulled her to me so as to pay her the same compliment. This time it felt so much more relaxing, Gloria was exciting me yet stopping as she felt me start to get close to another orgasm. I was able to repeat it with her and as soon as I felt her body tense up then I stopped also. I was hurting with pleasure, tasting her sweetness on my tongue as I sneaked a hand down to cup her head. Begging her now, I so wanted to climax and heard myself tell her that I so desperately needed to orgasm. She replied with a long sigh while at the same time her hips seemed to open wider giving me greater access to her open pussy. At the same time one of her hands slid between her body and my face. Watching on, while her dark fingers spread open the tight lips of her pussy. Her index finger massaged her tiny clitoris and as if by telepathy, my lips went to it and suckled it into my mouth. She screamed so loud each time my lips drew her clitoris into my mouth, in the mean time I wasn't any quieter realising her fingers had opened me sufficiently to be able to repeat the pleasure to me that I was giving her. With my head overheating, my body shaking in delight, I was happy to feel Gloria suddenly start to twist her body back and forth and scream so loud that it seemed to echo through the house. Those feelings she was giving me were so intense and turned to pain as I started to pull my body away from her. Gloria's climax seemed to go on forever, I was unable to relax myself while she screamed and gyrated her hips above me. Suddenly a final scream and her body was ripped from my hands, laying in silence all that could be heard were the exaggerated breathless gulps for some much needed air. Suddenly a scream that drowned out the passion Gloria and I had just shared as Jennie was standing above us. Her clothes a mess, eyes badly reddened, speechless looking down at the two of us in such a compromising position. Sent 2 peter Ruining the most erotic few hours I had ever experienced, I had to ignore Gloria to try to explain my situation. Of course I couldn't, naked, sore and aching, trying to comfort her was futile. Gloria came in, dressed and as if ready to leave tried to explain to Jennie that it was all her fault. I thought it best to stay silent as I knew how Jennie felt about me and seeing me as she did, well; how could I ever explain that away. It was gone four in the morning, I could sense that Gloria wanted me alone for a minute but with Jennie the way she was I could only tell Gloria my thoughts with my eyes. Cuddling up to Jennie I thought asking Gloria to go and sleep down on the couch was a sensible thought, however Jennie screamed abuses at her and told her in no uncertain terms to leave. Blowing me a kiss behind Jennie's back I shrugged my shoulders as Gloria left me and what turned out to be, left me for good that night. Jennie's night had gone bad for her, her bedroom was cold where mine was warm and with the electric blanket having been on for a few hours I reluctantly asked whether she wanted to share my bed. She did of course and so while I took a quick shower Jennie was nicely snuggled up in my bed when I arrived back. I always sleep naked alone, have a few nightdresses for when company is around. With Jennie though, knowing she was naked I stayed that way also. Being back on the drugs she was in a bad way, feeling sorry for her I tried my best to comfort her that night but each time I got close to her then I could feel the coldness between us and so hoping tomorrow would be better I gave up on her for the rest of that night. Feeling tired; contented in myself, a big yawn was all I could remember of that time in bed with her. Not sure when we woke up, memories of Gloria were there as I could feel the aches inside me that told me she had not been a dream. "How could you," woke me up and back to reality, well how could I have been so easily led with Gloria. How could I ever explain it to Jennie, keeping my eyes shut tight I really had no answer for her, so defending myself, I stayed asleep. Shaking my body however and pulling the warm duvet from me really did bring me back to reality as speechless for once I really don't know how it happened. Telling her so only made matters worst for us as I laid there, my body aching from head to toe not really wanting her around me at that time. If I had a good answer for her then maybe I could have stuck up for myself, I didn't have an answer for her though. Knowing I was annoying her I really wanted to turn over and go back to sleep, that was the worse move I could have made though, ignoring her temper I simply reached for the top of the duvet cover and pulled it back over my body. At that time, I was selfishly relieved when a frustrated slap hit my body, protected by the cover the last I heard from her was a muted scream hearing the bedroom door slam shut. Selfishly I gathered a handful of duvet; pushing it into my parted legs, I squeezed them together. In a state of a restless dream Jennie quickly left my thoughts, sighing with satisfaction the last noise I was to hear was the loud slam of the front door as Jennie was telling me that she was going out. As though my whole life had changed overnight my thoughts were with Gloria for the rest of the day while in a daze almost I tried hard to get her from my mind while trying to make the day as normal as possible. That evening was a very quiet affair for me, no phone calls and staying warm by the fire, it was soon apparent that Jennie wasn't coming home. Two nights passed before I realised I had really damaged my trust with her, her clothes were spread around her bedroom and she left wearing only what she had on that morning, together with no money and even her handbag was left behind, then she really was vulnerable out there this time. Deciding to go and look for her, I visited all the places she might have frequented, no sign though as fearing the worse I arrived home in the early hours only to see her squatting and crying on my doorstep. With her teeth chattering together, I was glad the central heating had remained on as her clothes and body smelt and with the fire glowing, I was glad to be able to help her off with them. Her body looked pitiful, bitten around the neck and one of her nipple rings had torn causing it to scab and infect her there. Taking her by the hand, we went to the bathroom where I run her a warm scented bath. While it was filling, I was worried about her nipple and going to the refrigerator, I brought up a tray of ice cubes. Although it hurt her, I was relieved when I was finally ably to take the ring from her and bathe the nipple in some antiseptic. I had only ever seen a close up of Gloria's tightly knitted pussy however, I was shocked when washing Jennie, hers looked as though they had been through a mill and back. Gapingly open and red roar as I had to ask her what she had been up to. I was shivering as she told me what she needed to do to earn some money as I promised her that she would never need to do that again. Scrubbed, clean and more antiseptic applied to her nipple; we sat down by the warm fire and talked the rest of the night away. Assuring her Gloria was just something that shouldn't have happened I agreed that if ever I felt that way again then I had to give her a call. It was morning when we finally went to bed; I was tired, a little too much brandy and in need of a shower myself. Jennie seemed relaxed though so blackening the curtains out we were able to relax and sleep most of the day away. Spending the evening together, I got her back into some sort of normality as we sat and eat a dinner around the dinning table together. With her back to her old self though, the evening quickly turned into something unplanned. I was happy thinking we were staying home and had showered myself leaving my hair in a towel to dry off naturally. Jennie was back to her old self, naked in front of the fire and cuddling up to my legs, as she lay sprawled out on the carpet. Sipping our wine, she was extremely sensual towards me, many a time I needed to place my hand over hers as her fingers edged towards my ever increasingly curious libido. Letting her pull my legs apart, she planted a tingling kiss on my inner thigh and without looking at me asked whether I fancied a hunky man. Not daring to answer her in case I said the wrong thing, I did however rack my fingers through her hair, which should have answered the question for her. It was gone one in the morning, we had shared two bottles of wine when Jennie reached over to my phone and started to dial a number. Standing up, laughing at me she left the room as my ears strained to hear her whispering down the phone. Coming back in, her face telling me something was about to happen, she went on to tell me to get ready as we were off to meet the man of my dreams. Feeling very wary, I slowed her down and asked her for an explanation. I didn't get one, only that a car would be here to pick us up in half an hour and that she needed a shower. With a wry smile, as she left the living room she purposely looked me up and down and then told me that all the men were in their thirties, so go get dressed accordingly. I was made up, but deliberately still undressed when Jennie came into my bedroom sometime later. She looked gorgeous and made my wardrobe look antiquated as she searched for something to put on me. With the doorbell telling us the car had arrived the three or four outfits were quickly whittled down to one, I didn't really care though as she ran down to answer he door. I almost followed Jennie down the stairs, picking what she had wanted and hurriedly slipping it on. She was in the car with the door open waiting for me I clambered into the back with her, just about comfortable when the car sped away down the dark quiet street. It was a cold night and lack of a bra I could sense my nipples showing me up as Jennie was hugging me in an exaggerated manner. I could sense tension in her body as nervously I felt her lips touch my neck. When a hand clasped underneath my hair and around my throat I didn't know what to expect next. Seeing the driver's eyes in the mirror also had me hoping that she wasn't going to put him off his driving. Feeling her other hand rest on my tightly crossed legs I was relieved to hear her ask in a whisper what it was I wanted that night. Any answer I gave would have disappointed her so trying to look bewildered for her I shrugged my shoulders while asking her also in a whisper what she meant. As I spoke, I noticed the car slow down, hearing the indicator ticking I became aware we had arrived at a brightly lit nightclub. So unable to answer me our driver butted in to tell us we had arrived and was under orders to wait outside to take us home if need be. He kindly helped us out of the low seats of the car and arm in arm we walked unchallenged through the main entrance to the main dance floor. My first impressions were that it was empty, the vast dance floor deserted and just one or two couples sitting or standing by the bar. Walking straight across the dance floor we arrived at the bar where asking what we wanted a charming barman poured us our drinks. Surprised with no mention of a bill or anything Jennie finally took her arm from mine as I turned around to survey the place she had brought me too. Pleasantly surprised also, I quickly saw two perfectly normal couples take to the dance floor; all were beautifully dressed as the piped slow band music played out a lovely waltz for them to dance together. Thinking she had made a mistake bringing me here on this night I felt even better when a lovely suited guy came politely over to me and asked me whether I would like to dance. I didn't know why he picked me over Jennie; I wasn't going to argue though as I mistakenly gave her a cocky glance as he led me out on to the dance floor.