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Jenny's Summer Ch. 01

By: fieryjen



Jenny sat in the airplane, staring dully out of the window. She could see nothing but blue sky, and fluffy clouds below, but the sight didn't matter to her right now. She was still pissed off when she reminded herself just where she was heading for her holidays. It had all been her parents' idea, because they, selfish as they were, had decided to spend three weeks in Hawaii together, and not even considered leaving Jenny alone in the house for that time. No, apparently she couldn't be trusted, despite being 18 now, despite never having misbehaved in a way that showed she was imature. She respected her parents, she didn't smoke, only very rarely drank, and she was even still a virgin, for god's sake. Plus she wasn't stupid. What could possibly be so dangerous about her staying home alone? She brushed her long brown hair behin her ear angrily and sighed. 

Then she remembered her dad talking to Tim Johnson. The two were old friends, from way back in high school, and Jenny faintly remembered the two families meeting up a few times when she had been a little child, maybe about seven or eight years old. The Johnsons had then moved to another state though, and there had rarely been any contact between the two families afterwards. 

Tim's call had surprised Jenny's parents, but when he announced that a business trip would bring him back to the area, especially her dad was looking forward to seeing his old friend again. 

Jenny had been washing dishes in the kitchen and overheard the two men's boring conversation about old times, and only really begun to listen when Tim said: "My goodness Richard, I hardly recognized Jenny when I saw her. She's grown up into quite a lovely young lady!"

"Well, when was the last time you saw her Tim?" her dad laughed. "She was eight, wasn't she? No wonder you don't recognize her!"

"Oh, don't remind me, time passes so fast these days..." Tim sighed. "But you're right, she was eight. Kevin was nine when we moved, and Steve was twelve. Those two have grown up too."

They drooled on about old times and growing up, and then Tim said: "You know, I think it might be a nice idea for Jenny to come and visit us some time, to meet up with my sons again. They might not even remember each other, isn't that a shame?"

Her dad agreed. "That's right, they always used to get along so well, didn't they? As a matter of fact, we're still trying to think of a place Jenny could stay while we're in Hawaii over the summer. What do you think, wouldn't that be a nice opportunity?"

That had been it. That evening, when Tim had left the house, Jenny had not been able to hold back anymore. "Dad! You're not really expecting me to go there, are you?"

Her dad had only arched his eyebrows up. "What are you talking about, Jenny?"

"The Johnsons!" she explained. "I like Tim and Shelly, but honestly, don't you remember Steve and Kevin never getting along with me? Don‘t you remember how Steve pushed me around all the time, and how they nearly drowned me in their pool? They're so nasty!"

"Now now, Jenny!" her dad said. "As you have grown up, so have they, and I'm pretty sure nobody will be drowning you in a pool this summer."

He obviously found this funny, letting out a short laugh and turning to leave the kitchen. For him, the conversation was seemingly over. 

Jenny tried to talk her parents out of sending her to the Johnsons quite a few times over the next few weeks, but to no avail. They simply wouldn't listen to her arguments of how mean Kevin and Steve had always been, or plain laugh at her because she was making such a fuss about visiting old friends. 

And now, she was sitting in the airplane taking her closer to the most dreaded three weeks of her life. She doubted that the two boys would behave towards her just like they had as children, but she doubted they would act like good hosts for her. She was afraid that she might be bored out of her mind by the end of the three weeks. 

Soon, the airplane was in the process of landing, while Jenny, with her eyes closed, tried to swallow the feeling of sickness she frequently had on airplanes during takeoff and landing. She was glad when it was over and the plane was rolling slowly towards its final destination on the small airport. Once it stood, people started to raise from their seats – naturally before it had been announced that they could – and get their baggage from the overhead compartments. Jenny had her small backpack on the empty seat next to hers, so there was no need for her to get up before the doors were actually open and they could get out. Finally though, the crowd started to move towards the exit, and Jenny raised from her seat to do the same. 

When she had finally reached the actual terminal through the walkway, people were hugging and greeting each other everywhere around her, and she couldn't make out anyone of the Johnsons. She didn't know who had been sent to get her from the airport, and it didn't seem like anyone was here for her, unless...

She really had to look twice. Two boys were standing there, glancing in her direction and debating with each other. The older one looked like he could be 22, Steves age, and he had gorgeous brown eyes, short brown hair and just about the nicest body she had ever seen, as far as Jenny could judge from this distance. The tight shirt he was wearing really showed off his muscles. The younger one might be Kevin, he should be 19 by now, she remembered. He also had brown eyes, lighter hair than Steve, and he was a bit thinner and less muscular than his brother, although he still looked like he worked out a lot. He was a bit taller than his brother though. 

Guessing they weren't sure whether it was her or not, she started to walk towards them with a shy smile on her face. When she was close, the boys started to smile as well. 

"Jenny?" the older one asked. 

"Yeah," she muttered back. Damnit! How could they have turned into such hunks in ten years? "Hi Steve," she breathed, then turning to the other one. "Hi Kevin!"

"Hi," he gave back. "How was the flight?" 

"Nice," she nodded. "I mean, I always get sick and such, but apart from that it was alright."

"Great," Steve smiled. "Now, let's go get your bags, and we can talk in the car."

The three turned and walked towards the baggage claim, where they waited and chatted for a while. Jenny was still a bit stunned that the two guys who had given her hell when she was eight had turned out so well, and so polite apart from that. They made it sound like they were indeed happy to see her again, which surprised her and she swallowed a little hard. Maybe she had been too preoccupied... she definitely needed to re-think her attitude. When the baggage arrived, Steve and Kevin each grabbed a suitcase and they marched off with her towards the exit and to the car. 

The house of the Johnson family was in a small, friendly looking community. When they stopped in the driveway, Steve went out of the driver's seat and opened the passenger door for Jenny before going to the back to get her suitcases out. Kevin helped, and together they entered the house. 

"Mom!" Steve yelled. "We're back!"

Only a second later, Shelly Johnson emerged from what Jenny took to be the kitchen with a towel in her hands. She smiled happily when she saw her guest for the summer. 

"Jenny! How nice to see you again! Tim warned me about you growing up so much, but I had to see it with my own eyes... goodness, you turned into quite a woman, don't you think boys?"

She'd forgotten about her overenthusiastic ways, Jenny realized, while Steve and Kevin gave an obligatory nod as answer to her question. 

"I'll get you some lemonade, I remember you like that, or would you rather have a coke, now that you're so grown up? Oh, Jenny, it's so nice to have you here with us, we'll have an absolutely fabulous time, I should think!" Shelly turned to go back into the kitchen.

"We'll show her her room, mom, if that's alright," Kevin shouted after her, and without waiting for an answer, the boys led Jenny upstairs.

"That's my room," Steve pointed, "and next to it, that's the bathroom. Your room is right here, across from Kevin's." He opened the door for Jenny and she entered. 

It was a lovely room, held in different shades of green, big enough for her to feel completely comfortable. Most of the space was taken up by a large double bed that looked really cozy. She threw her bagpack onto the bed, flung herself right next to it and smiled at Steve, who had entered behind her. 

"Tell your mom I really like it," she announced, and his lips formed a grin. "I will. She'll be happy to hear that."

"I can imagine."

They both laughed. "Excuse her," Steve asked. "You know she's always been that way. Besides, if she goes on your nerves, they'll be gone for two of the three weeks anyway."

"Right. I forgot all about that," Jenny smiled. Now that she knew Steve and Kevin had not turned out as jerks, she was actually looking forward to the time she'd spend here. 

Suddenly she remembered something. "Where's your other brother anyway? Don't I faintly remember a little baby crying while you were trying to drown me in the pool?"

He actually blushed. How cute, she thought while she watched him. He's embarrassed about it after all those years! Damn, I really missjudged those two!

"Yeah, well, sorry about that," Steve apologized. "Anyway, Chad is probably outside somewhere playing football with his friends or something."

"That's right, Chad," Jenny nodded. "How old is he now?"

"Thirteen," Steve anwered. "He's a spoilt brat, if you ask me. Mom and dad are taking him with them when they fly to Florida on friday." 

"That sucks, huh?" 

"Naturally, yes. But we get to have the house to ourselves, which is a good thing."

She groaned. "The very thing my parents didn't think me capable of!"

Steve laughed. "Yeah, I know. I imagined you must be pissed off, but I hope you enjoy the time here." 

A bump indicated that Kevin was carrying the suitcases upstairs and damaging the steps in the process. Steve turned and looked through the hallway. "Hey, leave the house standing!" he yelled at his brother, but went to help him at once. 

Jenny leaned back onto the bed and sighed. Steve was gorgeous! She hardly dared to imagine how he held her, lifted her up with all those muscles and kissed her, touched her...

She sighed again, just to be startled by a confused "Jenny?"

Oh. Her suitcases were there. Jenny sat back up and forced a smile on her face. "Thanks guys... I'm just really tired, that's all." It was pretty much evening after all, and she'd had a tiresome journey.

"Oh..." Their faces showed understanding. 

"I guess you can always unpack tomorrow," Steve said and looked at his watch. "It's almost seven... Have a good night then, and sleep well," he added, smiling at her.

"Thanks." She let herself fall back onto the bed when she felt a little tingle in her stomach, and stretched out, smiling back at him. 

"I'll enjoy it," she told him, and he winked before walking out and closing the door behind him. 



When Jenny awoke, it was completely dark in her room. She needed a moment to remember where she was, then looked at her greenish glowing wristwatch: it was half past one at night. 

She needed to pee, she realized, that was what had awoken her. She threw the covers off her and sat at the edge of the bed before slowly standing up with her arms outstretched. She didn't exactly remember what stood where in the room, or where exactly the door was, and she didn't want to hurt herself, so she slowly felt her way to the nearest wall, continuing from there until she had fount the door. Her fingertips searching for the light switch didn't find anything, so she opened the door and went outside in the dark. Here, as well, she couldn't find the lightswitch. 

Okay. Now where had they said was the bathroom?

She opened a door at random, finally finding a lightswitch on the inside and discovering with relief that it was indeed the bathroom. She peed, then washed her hands and turned off the light, hoping she could find her way back without problems. 

It turned out that she couldn't. She followed a wall convinced that the next door would be her room, but then the wall turned a corner, and that couldn't be right. She kept stumbling around in the dark until her eyes had fairly well adjusted and the world didn't seem quite as black anymore. She landed in front of a door that she thought might be hers and pushed it open.

She walked slowly, remembering just about where the bed had been, but after she'd taken two steps, she heard a sound – a deep, long moan, and another one... a rythmic squishing, sounding like something wet. Her jaw dropped and her face flushed when she realized what she had walked into. 

First, she wanted to just turn and leave the room, but curiosity got the better of her after a few seconds. She needed to know whose room that was. 

She walked closer to the bed, carefully, determined not to make a sound or stumble over something, and finally felt a bedpost in front of her. 

Another low moan escaped the person on the bed, and now she could hear his heavy breathing. Through the dark she saw the faintest hint of movement, although she couldn't be too sure. More rhythmic squishing and breathing, more moaning, and a bit of gasping told her that whoever was jerking off in front of her was close, and that she had better get out of the room if she didn't want to be caught. 

Slowly, carefully, Jenny began to shuffle backwards, trying not to make a sound while the moans grew louder and longer. She wished so bad just to see whoever was on the bed right now, for one to see who it was, but also because she was just really... curious how it looked when a guy jerked himself off. When she had reached the door, she could hear the loudest groan of them all, followed by several short ones and a bit of grunting, and that was a sign for her to get out of there. 

Her room turned out to be just across the hall, and while she crawled into her bed, she noticed that her cotton pyjama was damp between her legs. Slowly she moved a hand in that direction, slipping it into her panties to the spot where the wetness came from. Her index finger touched her clit and started to softly glide over it, and she relaxed, thinking about what she had just seen.... or rather, not seen. She never thought much about sex, but it did make her curious just what exactly she might have seen had there been any light. After a few minutes, she finally sighed and stopped, deciding she should go to sleep again. Tomorrow all of this would look quite different, she was sure.



Jenny was woken by the sunlight streaming in through her window. She blinked a few times and sat up in her bed, looking at her watch. It was about nine o'clock. 

She got up and opened one of her suitcases, deciding what to wear. For a while she rummaged through her clothes until she finally decided upon dark blue shorts and a white top, and she hurried to put them on – she really needed some breakfast!

When she came down the stairs, Shelly waved at her from downstairs and asked what she wanted to eat. 

"I could scramble you some eggs, or fry..."

"Cereal is fine," Jenny laughed. "Thanks, but I always just have some cornflakes."

"Alright!" Shelly hurried back into the kitchen and got the cornflakes out of a cupboard.



After breakfast, she found Steve, Kevin and Chad in the yard, throwing the football to each other. 

"I forgot how much this family is into sports," she stated while walking up to them. Steve caught the football and smiled at her. 

"How are you this morning? Did you sleep well?"

She nodded, thinking about last night, then she looked up alarmed. 

"Oh, hey, question. I didn't listen when you told me whose room was where... now who sleeps across the hall from me?"

"Ah... me," Kevin stated. When she looked over to him, his face seemed completely normal, without the slightest hint of knowing she'd walked in on him. That relieved her. 

"Did you have breakfast?" Steve wanted to know. She nodded. "Yeah... your mom poured cereal into my bowl and expected me to say ‘stop‘ when I had anough."

For a moment, they just looked surprised, then all three of them cracked up laughing. 

"Did she really?" Kevin wanted to know. "Man... I'm sorry... that's just her, you know."

"Yeah, I know." Jenny shrugged her shoulders as if to say she didn't mind. 

"Wanna play football with us?" Steve asked. 

"Are you crazy? I can't throw footballs!"

"Couldn't be any worse than Chad," Kevin mumbled. His younger brother looked up at him with contempt. "I heard that.... and shut up, it's not true!"

"Actually," Jenny intrrupted, "I wanted to send a few emails, if that's okay – tell my parents I arrived safely and stuff..."

"Oh, we called them yesterday," Steve assured her. I figured you'd forgotten because you were so tired, so we did. But I can still show you the computer."

They walked inside together, and he led her to a room looking like an office, with two computers in there, and sat down at the huge desk, turning on one of the computers for her. 

"That's Kevin‘s, Chad‘s and my computer," he explained. "Dad doesn't want the one he works with full of junk we have downloaded and stuff, so he got us this one. Do whatever you want! I'll be back in the yard, if you have a question, just open the window and scream down."

He gave her one more smile and left the room, and Jenny turned her attention to the computer. She checked her emails, went to a few message boards, all the usual things she did every day. Then, she went slightly nervous. Her hands shook as she went to a search engine and, having made sure that absolutely nobody could see what she was doing, typed in a few words in search for a porn site. 

The images popping up on the screen didn't really satisfy her. There were a few couples making out, a ton of naked women – as if she didn't know how those looked – but no men actually masturbating, or even a closeup of a penis.... cock. She swallowed, realizing the word "penis" didn't seem to exist on these sites. It was always just "cock". 

Finally, she found a few images of men with their cocks in hand, and she studied them fascinated. Had Kevin looked like this on his bed? She tried to imagine him, with lights on, stroking up and down his...cock... She still had trouble using the word, even in her mind. It sounded a lot nicer than "penis", but it made her feel a a bit dirty, and she wasn't sure if she liked that. 

Her eyes wandered to the section labeled "cumshots" and she shook her head in disgust watching the women on these pics getting that stuff all over their faces. She shook her head, not understanding those girls motives. Blowjob, well if they liked doing that, whatever. Swallowing "cum" had to be bad enough, but letting a guy spladder all over your face and letting someone take pictures... how sick was that? She couldn't imagine somebody enjoying that. But then again, the world was full of disturbed people...

She sighed, leaning back and suddenly catching herself thinking how much she'd love seeing Steve lie back on his bed and masturbate. She tried to get that thought out of her mind, but it kept coming back, and without actually wanting it she pictured his athletic body without shorts and t-shirt, his sensual lips kissing hers, his brown eyes looking at her, she was on that bed with him, naked, touching, and he'd start to stroke himself slowly, making that same squishing sound Kevin had last night, moaning like Kevin had, breathing hard. He would...

Every single thought in that direction was suddenly erased from her mind when she heard someone run up the stairs. Quickly she closed all the windows and jumped up from the chair when the door opened wide and Kevin looked in. 


Jenny's Summer Ch. 01



Author's note: This story takes place following Holly's Winter and Cecee's Spring, but before Vicky's Fall and Oksana's New Year. However, this story was written immediately after Holly's Winter and before any of the others in the series. It should stand as its own complete story. I appreciate comments, feedback and constructive criticism.

I

Why is it that some libraries have become places of mystery and dark corners again? I know long ago that not many people read, or not many people read regularly, so libraries remained little used aside from the odd, bespectacled and bookish person. Of course some were more popular than others, but it seems to me that many old horror stories would have something to do with a musty old library, bereft of recent human activity, full of dusty and cobwebbed shelves and ancient tomes that hadn't been looked at in over a hundred years. They were more mausoleums for books than the living, breathing, child-friendly neighbourhood places that we sometimes find today.

And perhaps that is why I sometimes find libraries comforting, especially this one with its limited lighting and almost absolute silence. Being around people too long makes me uncomfortable and being away from them too long makes me feel lonely, but when I find an old and little-used library I find an inner peace. The authors become platonic friends. Their writings become an alternate world that temporarily frees me from my disturbing sexual appetite.

I wilfully admit that I am weird and sometimes I even creep people out. I want to be around people; hell, I want to be near people, but I've found that it always leads to emotional disarray, pain and sometimes violence.

I am a bisexual woman. I am not a normal bisexual, though. While I can find temporary satisfaction in the loving embrace of either a man or a woman, I cannot find permanent satisfaction there. When I've made love to a man I then desire a woman and when I've made love to a woman I then desire a man. I can fall in love, but I cannot stay faithful to any one partner.

The first minister I had ever talked with concerning my orientation had informed me that I had a problem with sharing: I needed to share my love more than was practical in our society. The second minister told me I was evil, an abomination, and he cast me out of his church, freeing his congregation of my 'depraved desires'. Needless to say, it took me a few guilt-ridden years to come to the realization that the second minister didn't know what he was talking about. Though, I think deep down I still may believe some of the things that he said to me.

There are those who cannot accept what I am and desire to take possession of me as if I were some animate sex-doll, there to fulfill their sexual needs but none of my own, unless they happened to coincide. This includes men and women. I have rarely met anyone willing to accept me and my needs, although my friends here, at the North Pole, have been true friends in every sense of the word. But, not everyone I've met in my life was and so I hid myself away in Santa Clause's library for hours and hours, every day.

Holly and Douglas, Cecee and Yuri and some of the elves honoured my unspoken request to be allowed to sit and read in solitude. They did not exactly understand why, but they did understand that when I was not left alone, I was troubled as if some demon were gnawing at my soul.

Unfortunately, not everyone understood my need for seclusion. Vicky and I had been lovers a couple of times, until it became perfectly clear that she only really desired men. I didn't mind as it had happened to me before and she was a very honest and open person. True, Vicky was very beautiful and I mean retouched-photo, men's magazine, very beautiful. I turned heads when I moved the right way or said the right thing. Vicky turned heads away from me just by being in the same room. We had both agreed to be 'just friends' and then we quickly became good friends and I love her dearly like a sister, now. In her mind, she sees me finding the right person, man or woman, and then settling down happily as Holly and Cecee both did. It just cannot happen that way. She doesn't truly understand how my hunger works.

Neither does Sergei. He entered the quiet library unnoticed by me, as I was lost in my research. He came up behind me and put his arms around my shoulders. "What are you reading there, Jennifer?"

I closed the book on the table in front of me, showing him the cover. Leaning back in the chair, I foolishly implied that I wanted to turn his gentle touch into a warm and affectionate hug. "It is an atlas of faerie explorations of the world," I explained.

"Deep reading. A beautiful woman such as you was made for better things, my Jennifer." His hands slipped down my shirt to my boobs and he gently squeezed them together. I understood immediately that he wanted 'better things' right now and, aside from us, the library was empty...

Sighing, I disengaged his hands from my breasts and sat forward in the chair. "I've already discussed this with you, Sergei. Our relationship is over. I would like it to continue, but man alone cannot satisfy my needs. I'm not complete when I have only one partner of one gender." I turned in my chair and looked at his face to gauge his emotional reaction. Some people have turned violent when I've ended a relationship. I've tried to learn to end everything before emotions run too deep, but I haven't always been successful.

His hand came up and I cringed, but he only adjusted some of my strawberry blonde curls off my forehead. "I would never hurt you, Jenny. I accept your need to end what we have. It is sad, but I do accept it. However, I know you have not taken up with anyone else in the last couple of days and I thought you might be a little lonely and possibly missing..."

"Sergei Gregorovich, I do indeed miss your touch and you are very skilled at giving me pleasure. But if we continue then you or I may fall in love. If you fall in love, how will you feel when I eventually slip into a woman's bed because I am unsatisfied with just your touch? If I fall in love with you, and I could, how will I feel when my body's weird desires draw me to another woman because you alone cannot satisfy me? Our relationship is over, Sergei," I said with finality, although once again I deeply wished that I was a heterosexual like most other people, or even a lesbian. Life would be so much less complicated.

He lifted my chin in his hand. "Jenny, I will no longer make you feel uncomfortable. It has been my pleasure to spend time with you, to make love to you. I hope you find what you need, but you must know by now that you will not find it here. You must go out in to the world and be around other people. Only then do you have a chance to find what your heart desires." He bent over, gently kissed me on the lips and then left me.

As he left, I opened the tome again, thoughtfully running my fingers along the leather binding. It was a very old book and a faerie, a very unusual faerie, had written it. There were geographic gaps in the knowledge and I found that curious. Why hadn't any faeries explored these regions? I looked in the direction of the remote, dust and cobweb covered shelf I had found this book on. There were other books, some in impossible languages. I had looked briefly through all of them. A couple had made my skin crawl as I opened them and my meagre attempts to examine the scratchings which served as words and letters had given me a bad headache. There seemed to be no exploration of these 'here be dragons' regions found around the world in this particular book. Why hadn't the faeries explored these areas? Or perhaps it was a faerie secret not meant for the eyes of man?

I grinned. The elves and faeries here trusted me. One of them would give me the answer to this mystery! All I had to do was find Breeleigh. And depending on what time it was, she might be in her usual haunt right at this moment.

I closed the book, rose to my feet and headed for the stables, in search of the ancient elf woman.

II

I encountered Vicky in the shed where Santa usually parked his sleigh. The gleaming, red sleigh sat waiting for its next excursion with its master. Truthfully, I have never regretted taking Santa Clause up on his first offer to come with him to the North Pole. Now there was a new Santa, Holly's husband Doug O'Hallihan. He was a good man. If I were to decide to go, then he would take me back to my last home. Although, I doubted if my roommate still considered me a roommate, considering that I had been gone without a word for almost six months now.

Vicky was sitting in the sleigh and was deep in thought, which was so atypical. Or at least it seemed so unlike her. Despite her impossibly firm, D-cup breasts, porcelain complexion, full lips, dark eyes and long, wavy, raven hair, she actually had a working brain. I was pretty enough that most men assumed I was a bit slow and the Georgian accent didn't change their mind. Most people looked at Vicky and assumed she was stripper-dumb. Every time I saw her I felt the same near-insatiable lust. And not for the first time I wondered what my life would be like to be that beautiful.

Vicky looked at me in surprise. "Hi, Jenny. I've been meaning to talk to you." She patted the seat beside her and I accepted her invitation.

"It's good to see you, too. I guess I've sort of kept myself hidden away, lately. What did you want?" Vicky's dark eyes reflected my image back at me and I found it difficult to avert my stare. Vicky was used to being stared at from long before I met her.

"I just wanted to say I think I am beginning to understand your dilemma." My heart hammered away in my chest. Could she have become bisexual-scratch that-could she have suddenly found out she was bisexual? "Lately I've been getting a little tired of the boys. All the single ones seem to want a ride on the Vicky express. They take turns and I think they've even worked out a rotation or schedule."

"Not very romantic."

"No. And I've always been more sensual than romantic. It's odd that this is bugging me, because I should just be revelling in the attention of all these men. I sometimes feel as if something is building inside of me and it's all going to come out one day in a big hullabaloo!" She looked at me and I could see the worry in her moist, mirror-like eyes.

"I'd take a break if I were you. Go on a vacation. Get away from the guys here. Maybe when you come back you might be able to pick one man that you want to concentrate on..."

Vicky turned away and laughed. It was a light, musical laugh that made you strive to imagine ways to make her laugh again. It wasn't an infectious laugh; it was a laugh you listened to and adored. I began to think Sergei was right and I did need some sexual release very, very soon.

"Jenny, you should know me well enough to know that I'll never be able to make up my mind. Too many men, so little time." She laughed again, although this one seemed forced and ended abruptly. "Besides, all the really good ones seem to be taken," she whispered.

I nodded. Holly had Douglas. Cecee had Yuri. The only other man that really stood out was Sergei and... "What about Sergei?"

"Oh, no. I couldn't get involved with Sergei. He's yours, or your ex. I'm too fond of you to risk a relationship with him."

"We're not involved and haven't been for a few days, Victoria."

She turned to face me as her eyes lit up. Her mouth opened a little and her magical, pink tongue darted out and wet her thick, soft lips. "You wouldn't be upset?" I shook my head. "I have fantasized about him quite a bit. He's treated you so well and he has all the necessary parts." She giggled and I joined her.

"Don't count your chicks, though. He still has to be interested in you..." Vicky gave me a knowing look.

"Have you ever met a straight man who would say no to me? Or for that matter, do you know any hot, strawberry blonde, debutants who would say no to me?" She leered at me. It was an old game we played at, the idea that I was the innocent bisexual who had been seduced by this sly, heterosexual woman.

"Well, you do know that if you wanted me in your bed all you have to do is say the word. Vicky, if you ever used your powers for evil..." a bolt of pain shot through my skull. Vicky grabbed my shoulder, in sympathy. The pain began to fade. "Sorry about that. I must be spending too much time reading in that dimly lit library." The pain faded quickly. "Have you seen Breeleigh?"

Vicky hooked a thumb towards the stables. "Thank you for giving me permission to get into Sergei's pants."

I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lips that Vicky then allowed to go on longer than platonic friends should normally kiss for. I ended the kiss by slowing drawing away. I licked my lips, savouring Vicky's flavour. Vicky didn't wear lipstick; she didn't need to. "I was just going to give you a friendly kiss and you turned that into something else. Why?"

Vicky grinned. "Consider that a warm thank you for being a very dear friend, with regards to my man troubles. I know the effect I have on you and I know you have wanted to do that since you sat down beside me."

I smiled at her and climbed down from the sleigh. "I may be leaving soon, but I'll make sure I say goodbye before I go on my trip."

"You do that. We hot chicks have to keep an eye out for each other."

Laughing, I walked into the stables. The room was of wood construction and consisted of a long hallway bound on either side by numerous stalls. Some were occupied and some were not. The two thousand year old elf woman, Breeleigh, was at the far end, grooming some reindeer. She was about half my height and everything about her was proportioned for her size.  She pushed her long brown hair behind her ear, glanced at me and shivered.

There seemed to be four of us former candidates that had a strange effect on the ancient elf woman. Holly was the first to notice it and had produced the strongest effect. Likely as a result of her spending a lot of time with Holly, Breeleigh and Puckrin are still together going on for almost half a year, which is a very long relationship for two elves. Cecee had a very subtle yet sensual effect on Breeleigh. Vicky and I produce feelings of great sexual potential in the elf woman. Those are her words, not mine. 

Breeleigh sighed as I approached, crunching straw and snow beneath my shoes. "There is something wrong around you child."

I quickly glanced over my shoulder, but saw no one. I looked back at Breeleigh confused. "Why was I just expecting to see someone watching me?" I shivered. "I still feel it." I looked about the stables again, but no one else was here.

Breeleigh continued to brush down the reindeer. "There is no one here but you and I, Jennifer. What's wrong?"

I ignored my uneasiness. "I was in the library and looking at an atlas written by a faerie explorer and I noted there were areas of the world where nothing was mapped or described. Do you know anything about that?"

Breeleigh pulled some hair from the brush and then began grooming another reindeer. "No, child. Faeries have been all over this world. We know every inch of it. You must have misread. Or perhaps the pages were missing? Was it an old book?"

"Yes, very old. It was on a shelf with a bunch of other very old and unused books. Some were a little scary, to tell you the truth." My headache returned suddenly as a dull throb. I rubbed the bridge of my nose and then the inner corners of my eyes.

The elf woman kept busy at her task. "You didn't pick up the Arab's book, did you? No one is supposed to look inside of it."

I sighed. "No, Breeleigh. I'm talking about the faerie atlas of the world, not the book with the pictures of weird tentacled monsters or scratches and symbols instead of words."

Breeleigh continued to brush down the reindeer. "Oh, good. Well, I'm sure you've just misinterpreted something in the atlas. It is very old."

"Are you okay, Breeleigh?"

She continued to groom the reindeer. "Perfectly fine. Why do you ask?" There was a few seconds of silence and then "there is something wrong around you child."

A chill ran up my spine. I began to back out of the stables. Breeleigh had not looked at me even once during our conversation. "Well, I'll see you later Breeleigh." She waved at me with her free hand, again without even a glance in my direction. I knew I had to talk to Douglas and Holly about this.

III

Vicky wasn't in the shed when I passed through it, nor was she in the foyer. I wasn't looking for her, but I was surprised at her urgency in searching out Sergei. Though, Vicky wasn't one to waste time when sex was involved.

I walked up the emerald carpeted stairs to the second floor. Voices below me made me hesitate at the railing. Amy and two male elves were walking to the door leading to the 'candidate's quarters', although there were no longer any such thing as candidates. Amy had been a candidate like Cecee, Vicky, Holly and I. Amy had eaten faerie food and had transformed into one of them. She and Zoe had both been eager to do so. I had been curious, but Holly had made suggestions that caused me to rethink the idea.

Amy and her two friends looked up at me and waved. I waved back and smiled at them.

Then the red head frowned. "There is something wrong around you." The two males nodded in agreement and then the three resumed their conversation as though everything were perfectly normal.

A chill ran up my spine again. What was it about the faeries that they all felt there was something wrong around me? Were they sensing my unease of late or was there something else forcing them to make exactly the same statement?

"Amy?" I called. She ignored me, as did the two males. This was so unlike them.

"Amy!" I called again. This time, she and the others shivered simultaneously. They looked about, but not up at me and then left through the door.

Now I had goosebumps. What the Hell was going on?

The back of my eyes started to ache. Then I was struck by vertigo and I grasped the polished, wood railing tightly. I looked up and saw the weirdest thing. The ceiling had supporting beams stretching across from my left to my right and this caused quite a few shadows from the many lights on the walls.

Yet, the shadows seemed to deepen and grow. They stretched out across the ceiling and down the walls. Other shadows darkened, becoming the deepest black I had ever seen, seeming less like a colour and more like pure emptiness. I looked at the lights on the wall nearest me and saw they were still lit and had not appeared to have dimmed. But the shadows shifted and grew down the walls all around me, even in places where there should not be shadows!

The air grew thick and I felt quite claustrophobic. It was not that the walls seemed to be drawing close, it was as if something else were filling this large space in the house.

I took a deep breath, but the air was stagnant and seemed to stick in my chest and throat. There was a faint odour that reminded me of a barbeque. I felt my hair beginning to stand on end and then I spied something which took my breath from me.

There were impressions on the stairs as if some large, invisible thing were following me to the second floor. I watched in fascination as the impressions appeared on each succeeding carpeted step. I was scared, but I knew this must be merely a product of my overwrought mind. Sergei had been correct: for my well-being I must leave the North Pole. It was so clear to me now.

As I stood, the impressions reached the top of the stairs and then paused beside me. I tentatively reached out with my hand, but could feel nothing but air. And then everything went back to normal, except I still had a mild headache right behind my eyes.




Jenny's Summer Ch. 01



Maybe I was having a stroke? But the elves were very good at sensing serious illnesses in humans and their diagnoses were always very specific. One of them would have simply told me I was about to have a stroke instead of this 'there is something wrong around you' spookiness.

I remained on the landing for a few minutes, collecting myself. I did need a vacation from this place and I knew exactly where I was going to go.

IV

I returned to the library to retrieve the atlas. The room was dark and musty and I could feel goosebumps rising on my bare arms again, despite the fact that the temperature was quite comfortable. There was no one else present that I could see, but I still felt as if eyes were watching me from one of the many shadowy recesses. I forced myself to calm. In a place with elves and other faerie creatures about, I was worried about someone watching me? This was getting ridiculous.

I walked through the dimly lit room, heading for the desk where I had been reading earlier. As I approached the desk I thought I saw a faint greenish tinge to the little lighting there was, but it faded quickly. The thought occurred to me that perhaps Amy or Zoe was beginning to pull pranks as they explored what it meant to be faeries.

I snatched up the atlas and then remembered that I had best put the other books back on the proper shelves. There was no librarian who would do the work for me. A sudden and loud creaking noise down one of the aisles made me freeze in place. I bit my lip, leaned over and peered down along the bookshelves, but I could see no sign of movement and the darkness and shadow concealed much of the aisle.

"Amy or Zoe or whoever that is, I don't think this is very playful. In fact, I find this rather upsetting," I called out. I had the strong sense that someone was immediately to my right. I quickly turned to look, but I was still alone in the library.

"I think I'll just put these other books back a little later," I said loudly to no one. Clutching the atlas to my chest I quickly left the library. Once outside, I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath. Now what the hell was that all about? I really needed to get away for a few weeks.

I started as I heard a creaking noise, as if someone were walking across the floor of the library directly to the door I was leaning against. Each noise matched the timing of a footprint in my imagination. Or did it? I stood ready to open the door suddenly and surprise whoever had been trying to frighten me. Amy or Zoe was in for a...well, a spanking could be considered appropriate and I wouldn't mind spanking their bottoms until they were pleasantly pink, but the two were dedicated heterosexuals. The volume of the footfalls on the other side of the door increased and then suddenly stopped. I thought I could hear breathing.

Then something went thump against the door. I jumped away from the door as I felt the impact. Damn those girls and their faerie ways! They knew I was still here, waiting for them. I threw open the door in a fury and there was no-one there. The library was still empty of humans and faeries. My skin crawled and I slammed the door shut. I forced myself to breathe and I was ready to pee my pants. What the Hell was going on?

Rationally, I decided I was just being foolish and that I had better find Holly and Douglas and talk to them about Breeleigh's strange behaviour. I strode swiftly down the hall leading from the library, deathly afraid that I might hear the library door open behind me.

V

I found Doug, Santa Claus that is, in his personal library. It was on the third floor and contained the famous list in book form, well more like encyclopaedia form, in shelves all along the walls. There were several tables scattered about the chamber and a number of chairs for each table. The room also contained a magic crystal ball that was kept covered by a silk cloth. Doug had on jeans and an old, black t-shirt with the image of a red, five-pointed star inside a red circle. He had told me before that it was a shirt from an old rock concert, but I had always wondered what kind of music he was in to that would use a symbol of black magic so prominently. Still, it couldn't have been that sinister, as he was Santa.

"Hi, Jenny. Are you looking for me or Holly?" he asked me with a welcoming smile on his face. Doug had always been a perfect gentleman, even when I had once tried to seduce him and he turned me down. That was well before I knew that Holly and he were interested in each other. I never would have propositioned him if I'd known that Holly liked him; I respected Holly and hoped she thought of me as a friend.

"I'm looking for both of you, actually. It's kind of important." Doug went to the stairs leading to Santa's private rooms and called Holly. A few seconds later I heard her steps as she came down the carpeted stairs wearing her green outfit that looked to be mostly made of still-living leaves. It was faerie made and I swear that those elves can do almost anything with their magic. Holly had her auburn hair in a ponytail. She was very pretty and the smile she sent my way was part smirk. She had once confided in me that whenever she saw me the memory of the aphrodisiac bubble bath popped into her head.

"Jenny has something to tell us, honey." They kissed and then both turned to me and waited.

"Well, it's going to sound a little strange. I was in the library and I found an atlas compiled by a faerie." I set the atlas down on a vacant table. I opened it to some of the pages that had caught my attention and waved the two of them over to a better vantage. "The faeries are very nature-oriented and supposedly have been all over the Earth, but I've found a few regions where they have no knowledge whatsoever. It roused my curiosity and I asked Breeleigh about it. She was very evasive in her answers and she made some odd comments about something being wrong around me. It was all very spooky and mysterious."

"I'll get one of the others to ask Breeleigh and Puckrin to come up here," said Holly. "This does seem very strange."

We waited quietly as Holly left the room and then quickly returned. Dug offered to get me something to drink, but I wasn't thirsty. Breeleigh and Puckrin walked in a minute or two later. The two elves said hello while their eyes moved around the room uncertainly.

"I'm sorry I summoned the two of you, but there does seem to be a little mystery going on that we want to get cleared up. Are you both well today?" asked Doug.

"Well, I'm a little tired. Doug, you know how insatiable these women can be..." Breeleigh smacked him on the shoulder. "We're doing fine. What's the problem?"

Doug glanced at Holly and received a 'don't you dare' look. "Jenny was in the library and found something odd," said Doug, ignoring Puckrin's jest.

The two elves stared at me alertly. "You didn't touch the mad Arab's book, did you Jenny?" asked Puckrin.

"I didn't even see it," I lied to get them back on topic, "I noticed something in this atlas." I pointed out the blank spaces on the various maps inside the book.

"There is nothing there," said Breeleigh.

"Yes. But shouldn't there be? You faeries have been all over the world, you've told us that. Why would this atlas contain information on platypuses in Australia, giant squids at the bottom of the ocean, sasquatches in the Rocky Mountains but have blank spaces here in Africa, here just south of this sea..."

"Hudson's Bay," corrected Doug. "Look, there are more of these blank spaces around the world."

"Thirteen in total and there is nothing elsewhere in the book about these blank spaces. It's as if this faerie author knew absolutely nothing about these regions, but almost everything about everywhere else on the planet. But how could he know nothing about it? He never travelled there or met another faerie who went there or was wiling to go there for him?"

"There is nothing there," said Puckrin.

I shook my head and looked at Holly and Doug. They were staring intently at the two elves. Breeleigh and Puckrin were innocently staring back at the three of us. Holly spoke up. "Look Bree, there is information about the middle of Lake Superior. Now what is so interesting to a faerie about the middle of Lake Superior?"

"Oh, to some faeries it is a fascinating place," said Breeleigh, suddenly animated. Puckrin nodded in agreement. "Weather faeries love it for the weather and waves. There are things everywhere to interest us faeries."

"But not here," I said pointing to one of the blank areas.

"There is nothing there," responded Breeleigh.

"There is something wrong around you, Jenny." Puckrin's sudden and tangential statement gave me goosebumps.

Breeleigh turned to face him. "You see it, too? Something tells me you've been in that library too much for your own good, girl. You should never have touched that book by the mad Arab."

"Arrrgggh!" I threw my hands over my face in frustration. Holly put a comforting arm around my shoulder and Doug walked the two elves to the door and ushered them out politely, thanking them for their help.

"Well, there is definitely something strange going on," said Doug as he walked back to the two of us.

Holly gawked at him. "You are kidding, right? We're at the North Pole with elves, faeries, Russian submariners and a dozen sexy, young women who were brought up here to sexually satisfy Santa Clause. You think there is something strange going on?"

"You know what I mean," he chided her. "Stop teasing me. Have you ever known either of those two to act like that?"

Holly became serious. "No. Jenny, it was good that you brought this to our attention. They were obsessed with three things and I've only ever seen Bree obsessed with one thing." Doug lifted a finger to make a point and opened his mouth. "Don't say it, love," she cautioned him, while watching him out of the corner of her eye.

"They keep saying 'there is nothing there', 'there is something wrong around you' and they keep asking me about some book written by a mad Arab. What is going on?" I asked. This was way beyond my mental abilities and the creepy feelings I'd been having most of the day and the sudden headaches weren't helping.

Holly tapped her lips with her forefinger. "Let's work backwards. Did you read the book they seem worried about?"

"No. I briefly looked through the thing, but it was very weird and...well, profane and it seemed to be in code. There were images in there that made me blush. It didn't look to be written in Arabic." Holly and Doug both gave me looks of disbelief. "I swear that I didn't read it. I couldn't read it."

Doug chuckled. "Can you read Arabic, Jenny? Would you even recognize it?"

"I'm not stupid. It's that writing with the lines on top of the words, that sort of curly writing. Would either of you be able to read Arabic?" I asked defensively and a little hurt.

Holly put her arm around me again. "We don't think that you are stupid. Well not any more stupid than either of us, dear. But sometimes you play that simple southern girl routine and with the accent it is tempting to believe you might not be able to recognize Arabic." She winked at me and began fanning herself with an imaginary fan. "Besides most of the men here see you as 'oh mah, it is so hot he-ar that I must unbutton my blouse and expose my heavin' bosom before my poor haht begins palpitatin'. I'm afraid it is a curse that beautiful women from the south, like you, must bare."

I chuckled. "I don't actually sound like that, do I?"

Doug stood up for his gender. "Holly is exaggerating-somewhat. I don't think you are stupid, but I was just asking you a simple question. Don't you think you overreacted a little?"

"Maybe, but it still doesn't explain why they are so worried about this creepy, old, leather bound book," I pointed out.

"What was it called?" Holly asked.

"I don't know. It might have been Greek. Something about the dead, I think."

"Let's forget that book for now," suggested Doug. "They were concerned about you having read it and you have clearly said that you didn't read it. What did they mean about there being something wrong around you?"

"How are you feeling, Jenny?" asked Holly.

I thought about it. "I am having a recurring headache and sometimes it is pretty severe. I keep having the feeling that I'm being watched. I'm feeling a little sad because I broke up with Sergei recently. And Vicky is interested in Sergei and I gave her permission to go after him and I feel a little uncomfortable about that."

Ever quick, Holly suggested: "You still have feelings for both of them, don't you?" I nodded. "This is a tough time for you, Jenny. I know you've been isolating yourself recently. Maybe you need a vacation."

"But I'm not working. Why would I need a vacation?"

Doug took one of my hands in his. "Jenny, you've been through a lot beginning with meeting Santa on Christmas Eve. Unlike the other women that my predecessor brought up here, you have-needs that aren't easily satisfied here. I think everyone but you and Maddy are heterosexual. Maddy is a bisexual who can be happy with either gender and so she has been content to spend her time with Vladislav. You are different and have different needs. Maybe you need a break from all of us. You'll always be welcomed back. Holly and I hope that you think of this place as your home."

These are rare people, I thought. They know the worst about me, that I'm very different than they are, yet they always treat me with kindness and love. I started to tear up. "Thank you, both of you. I would love to come back. This place is the best home I've known. Though, lately I have been thinking about leaving."

"Where would you go?" pressed Holly.

I pointed at one of the uncharted areas in the atlas, the one Doug had said was just south of Hudson's Bay. "I want to solve the third mystery. It looks remote so I'll be able to do some camping again. I-" I bit my lip and lowered my head, "I packed my hunting rifle when Santa brought me here and I could do a little hunting there. I used to hunt with my dad, before he passed away."

"I'm not comfortable with this," stated Doug. Was he angry about my rifle being on the premises? I suppose it was a little silly to bring it with me to the North Pole.

"She'll be fine." Holly turned to me. "You may not be able to use your rifle. It could be out of season for hunting or you may need a special permit for carrying a rifle." She turned back to Doug. "Both Bree and Puckrin said there was nothing there, so it has to be safe. They would have warned us if there was something dangerous there. Maybe there are just places in the world where faeries and faerie magic cannot exist." Doug grudgingly nodded his acceptance.

I should have had more faith in Doug's intuition than in Holly's logic.

VI

I packed up my things the next day and Doug flew me down to Hearne, Yukon. We landed the sleigh in the town square in broad daylight. Children rushed forward, calling to him, and he waved at them and asked them to be good and greeted each of them by name. A few minutes later, I watched him take off and then I went in to O'Hallihan's Supplies.

Mary and her husband, Sam, greeted me warmly, although they looked a little perturbed that Doug hadn't come in to say hello. Mary was shorter than I and a little rounder, as you would expect with her having two kids. Sam was over six feet tall and fairly stocky. He had a simple face, but I wasn't fooled by that. I couldn't see Mary marrying anyone less capable than she was.

"So what can we do for you, sweetie?" asked Mary.

"Well, I'm going on a trip." I pulled out a map of the Canadian province of Quebec and pointed to the spot I wanted to go. "I need to get there. Doug and Holly supplied me with some Canadian money. I have some changes of clothes and some personal items. I also have a hunting rifle and some ammunition. Do I have to register my rifle or something?"

"It would probably be a good idea," said Sam rubbing his chin. "I don't hunt myself, so I don't know what the laws are concerning that. Jenny, you took a gun with you to the North Pole?"

The question made me realize yet again just how silly that had been. "Well, I didn't know how far north I was being taken. Is Phil in town? Maybe I can just clear everything through him."

"I'm afraid Phil left on sabbatical. He's been gone almost a month. It was very mysterious. He didn't tell anyone here, not even me," explained Mary. "Every time Phil was in town he stopped by here and asked if you had come back, Jenny. As for the rifle, you probably should go to an RCMP detachment in Whitehorse."

"Oh." I was surprised to learn that I felt sad about not seeing Phil. He and I had gone to the local bar, had a few drinks and danced a lot. We were together for about five hours and seemed to enjoy each other's company. But he didn't make a pass at me even once. He didn't try to hug me, kiss me or feel me up. He had noticed I was staring at the waitress' tits as she bent over our table while she was serving us. I had assumed that he thought I was a lesbian and gave up on the idea of trying to lay me. But why had he been asking about me then?

Sam broke me out of my reverie. "I'll go and stop Angus from taking off. He can fly you out of here and get you started on your trip." Sam left hurriedly.

"So, Mary, I'll need to know what supplies I'll need for this trip and how to get there."

Mary and Sam were a big help. They had me fitted for a good camping trip, well fed and on Angus' helicopter within an hour. Angus was pleasant enough and I was surprised to hear him ask about Holly and Doug. So we chatted during the long flight about how the two were doing and the goings on at the North Pole. By the time the flight ended my throat was dry and I had promised to remind Doug that Angus would love to visit the North Pole some time. I think Angus' enthusiasm about visiting had less to do with seeing his old friend and more to do with some crazy idea that we women walked around all day in lingerie. I could have corrected his crazy idea but I didn't, as I enjoyed his attempts to covertly glance at my boobs and legs.

Once we landed in another small Yukon town, Angus pointed me to the bus station and, after getting my paperwork cleared with the local Royal Canadian Mounted Police (I was an ambassador from the North Pole!), I boarded a bus heading for Edmonton, Alberta. It was a long road trip and I slept for quite a bit of it. Once in Edmonton I got directions and took a taxi ride to the airport that was inexplicably very, very far from the city itself. This is such a strange country.

I was a little worried about getting my rifle aboard the airplane, but once I was identified a tall, handsome RCMP officer graciously escorted me to a first class waiting area. There was no one around, despite a large number of plush seats, benches and even a few sofas. I glanced at the officer.

"So are you trying to get me alone?" I suggested.

"No, ma'am! I can stand guard outside the door if you wish." He looked very embarrassed. I'd heard rumours that Canadians were all polite and proper, but I'd lived with Holly and Vicky long enough to know that the stereotype was sheer nonsense. This policeman certainly looked all polite and proper, though.

"You know, I'm not a madam. I'm a miss. And I'd really like the company of a big, strapping, young man like yourself."

He glanced at the door nervously. I guess he was wondering what I had in mind and felt a little out of his league with a lusty ambassador-an ambassadoress? I decided to play it gently and see how far he was willing to go. My flight was not for another three hours!

"Sorry. I'd like to unwind a little and there doesn't seem to be any way to do that in this airport while I am waiting for my flight. It was a long bus ride to get to Edmonton. Is there any way I can get some food?" I sat on one of the sofas and tried to look less desperately horny than I was.




Jenny's Summer Ch. 01



"Well, what are you in the mood for, miss?"

I licked my lips and raised my eyebrows a little, then gave him my answer in as innocent a voice as I could manage. "I would like some fish, wild salmon, if possible. A glass of wine would be nice and relaxing. Is there a restaurant, here, where we could have that?"

"I'll be back in a few minutes, miss." He turned about and marched out of the lounge. I don't think he had caught my hints, or if he had then he had shown no sign.

Well, he was going to be a hard nut to crack, I thought. Looking about the lounge, I spotted a TV. I turned it on and found an American news channel. After a few minutes I began switching channels. I'd been to the North Pole and talked to real faeries! Stories about sleazy congressmen, bank robbers, movie stars and embezzling businessmen just didn't seem to be that interesting anymore. Besides, after all the terrible things that had been said about Holly and Cecee on the news last spring, I was quite cynical about anything the media claimed.

I managed to find some Canadian version of MTV and there was some sort of jazz show on. My hips began to sway and an idea popped into my head. Perhaps a little music would soothe the officer's officious breast?

Now how else should I arrange a seduction of a Canadian man? I had to work on the assumption that they thought and acted like American men, after all Holly and Vicky weren't that different from girls in my own country. So that meant a little skin, but not too much. I unbuttoned the sleeves and rolled them up a little. Then I unbuttoned the top four buttons on my top. I leaned over and looked down my top in a mirrored surface. Oops! A little too much and I did one button back up. Then I kicked off my shoes. I wanted to look relaxed in his company.

Now what? I needed to get him to touch me, even just a brief physical contact to break the ice. Perhaps if he thought I had dozed off he might nudge me to awaken me? I lay down on a couch and suppressed a smile at the fairy tale image I was presenting to him. Phil had managed to dodge my wiles but this one wouldn't!

I heard voices.

"Mmmm." Then there was a woman's giggle. "I told you there wouldn't be anybody here."

"Great. Take off your skirt, honey," urged a man's voice.

"Hey! Not so rough. Look, let's use that couch over there."

Then they must have spotted me. "Well I'll be. She's gorgeous."

"Thank you, very much," pouted the woman.

"Keep your voice down or you'll wake her."

"Let's go. We'll find some other quiet spot," urged the woman.

"No. I have an idea. We could wake her and entice her into a threesome. You did say you would do anything I wanted."

"I am not sharing you! And if you think that I am going to have sex with you while you're planning on fucking a girl that looks as hot as her...you bastard!"

I opened my eyes and saw a man in a pilot's suit watching a flight attendant storm off.

"Bitch!" he yelled after the girl.

He turned around and noticed I was awake.

"Well, honey, do you want to party? You look like you've already started. Afterwards, I can show you my plane and you can sit in the pilot's seat." Although he sounded greasy, he appeared quite presentable as he was taller than average, with a good build and curly, blond hair.

I pushed myself up to a sitting position. Time to stand up for my fellow women, I decided. "I've got a better idea. You can go fuck yourself."

He snarled and took a step toward me, raising his hand.

"I've brought your dinner, miss," said the Mountie, pushing the door open with his back so he wouldn't drop the tray he was carrying.

Then all three of us froze. The slimeball had his hand raised as if to strike me, I was sitting on the sofa looking from one man to the other and the officer stared at the pilot. It was a very cold stare.

"Miss, if this man has done anything to you I would appreciate you telling me right now. He will disappear into a deep, dark hole."

"Ha! You're a Mountie. What are you going to do, taser me?" he taunted. But the effect it had on the officer was surprisingly chilling.

He calmly placed the tray on a table near him and his hand went to his holster where he unbuttoned his gun and placed his hand on the grip. The pilot's face went white. "Sir. Back away from the ambassador right now and you will not be hurt. Lay face down and put your hands behind your back. You have threatened a foreign dignitary and I have authority to use deadly force to protect her and avoid an international incident."

The pilot backed away from me. "I didn't mean any harm. I was just going to high-five her. She can tell you." He turned to me and pleaded with his eyes. I thought I smelled urine, but didn't look down to see if he had wet his pants.

"Why officer, thank you for returning at just the right time. I would feel much safer if this person were not here right now." This asshole was going to get a good scare, but I didn't think it would change his manner with women. And while the jerk might believe that nonsense about 'authority to use deadly force', I certainly didn't.

"Come here, sir." Having lost the wind in his sails, the pilot shuffled over to the officer like a naughty, little boy. "I'll be back as soon as I can, miss," said the emotionless policeman. He grabbed the pilot's arm and dragged him from the lounge.

I sighed. I collected the tray and ate the meal, mostly alone. While I was grateful for the Mountie's presence when he did return, my planned seduction went nowhere. I just didn't seem to have much luck with Canadian men, at all.

VII

My flight took me to the city of Montreal, in the province of Quebec. I was a little concerned about the fact that everyone spoke French there, as I had never been that good with other languages in school. And in the nine years since high school I hadn't become any more proficient at them.

Once I had disembarked and managed to find an English to French dictionary in a little airport shop, I felt more comfortable. To my surprise, I found that many people at the airport and in the city spoke at least some English and this was of great help to me in renting a car. Unfortunately, the only French I spoke came from an old disco song: 'voulez vous coucher avec moi, ce soir'. I expected that phrase to get me into trouble, not out of it. On the other hand...

Yes, it was getting to be a bit of a dry spell! It wasn't longest, but it did seem the driest.

I spent a couple of hours in Montreal. It was a nice city, but it was the people and the presence of French signs everywhere that made it seem rather exotic. Though I felt an urge to make my way northwards and uncover the mystery of the null-region in the atlas, I just had to stop at a French cafŽ.

I took a seat on the patio. As the waiter came by to take my order, I pulled out my dictionary. He noticed the small book and interrupted me. "I do speak English. What would you like?"

I was unsure. "Uhm, I've never been to Quebec before and I haven't eaten much French food. What would you recommend for a real French cafŽ experience?"

"I'll be back soon with something you'll like, mademoiselle." And he left the table and headed back into the cafŽ. As I waited I watched people walk by. Some of the women had interesting taste in fashion. I found some of them very sexy and some of the outfits intriguing. When I came back to Montreal I would have to stop in at a few boutiques.

The waiter brought the food to the table, told me what each item was and then left me to enjoy it. A lot of it was rich and creamy, yet light. I wondered if a cafŽ in Paris would be similar. Lost in a daydream about travelling to France, I suddenly realized I was staring in the direction of two young women. Despite my constant stare they did not appear to notice my presence as they seemed lost in each other.

They were both pretty, about twenty and were sitting across the cafŽ patio from me. The red head was wearing a single-piece, under-the-shoulder, green dress that extended down to just above her knees. Her legs were crossed under the metal table and her top leg was swinging fairly vigorously causing her high heeled shoe to dangle and bounce on her toes. The brunette was short-haired and a little slimmer than her red-haired companion. She wore a white t-shirt, black slacks and sandals.

Needless to say, I found them both attractive. They were whispering to each other in French when the red head reached out and caressed her friend's arm. The brunette smiled, leaned forward and was rewarded with a tentative kiss. They separated and nervously glanced around.

I quickly focussed my attention on some pigeons, which were fighting over table scraps near where I was sitting. I silently counted to ten and then glanced back at the two girls.

Again, they seemed to be deeply absorbed in each other. They pulled their chairs a little closer together and the brunette put one arm around the other's shoulders, as her other hand reached out across the table. Their fingertips met and then their fingers entwined.

A shadow passed across the patio and I looked up to see a couple of seagulls flying overhead. I quietly moved my chair further under the protection of the table umbrella and then turned back to the two lovers.

They were now kissing very sweetly. Their lips would part an inch or two and then they would come together again slowly and tenderly. My own lips tingled at the sight. They kissed and withdrew, kissed and withdrew, again and again. The red head had her far hand on the brunette's cheek.

People walked by on the sidewalk, but either did not notice or tried hard not to notice the passion and love being demonstrated at their table. And the two continued their tasting of each other's lips. Now, both of sets of my lips were tingling. My heart began to speed up a little. How far could this go? What kind of decency laws did they have in Canada? What kind of decency laws did they have in Quebec or Montreal?

I sensed the waiter standing by my table.

"The food is fine, thank you," I shooed him away.

The girls continued their kissing and sometimes, when the street traffic thinned, I thought I could hear a gasp or small moan make its way across the cafŽ patio.

I sensed the waiter standing by my table again. I looked up and saw a different man. It was an older man in a casual jacket and jeans. He was probably in his sixties.

"I am sorry, mademoiselle. If they are disturbing you I shall ask them to leave."

"No!" I said far too loudly. "No. Let them be. In fact, bring their bill to me and I'll pay it." He raised an eyebrow at me. "They're hurting no one and the atmosphere seems very-French."

He smiled at me and bowed. "Very well, mademoiselle." He walked over to the girls' table. They had watched my exchange with the-manager?-having been distracted from their love making by my exclamation. The three exchanged words in French briefly. The two girls looked at me in surprise and I raised my coffee cup to them. They both gave me thankful smiles and the brunette called 'merci' across the patio.

All three of us watched the manager return to the interior of the cafŽ and then I looked back at the girls who were engaged in a quick and quiet conversation that finished with the red head flashing me a naughty grin. The two girls looked about at the nearby pedestrians. The red head held a finger up to me, as if to tell me to wait. I noticed the flow of pedestrians was ebbing.

The girls waited until no one was near them on the sidewalk and the red head reached up to the umbrella and pulled it down shielding them both from view from much of the traffic. The brunette looked into the cafŽ and seemed happy with what she saw.

The brunette then reached over and pulled down her friend's top. The red head's breasts were pale, round with a bit of droop to them, about the size of baseballs and topped with thick, erect nipples surrounded by areolae about the size of a quarter. They both looked over at me to make sure I was watching, then the brunette tilted her head down and put her mouth over one of the nipples.

There was a loud sucking sound and the red head's eyes closed in pleasure. They adjusted their positions so I could see the brunette's lips pulling on the nipple. Then her lips opened and she bit down on the tender bud. She squeezed with her teeth and the red head moaned and ran her hands through her companion's short, brown hair.

The brunette pulled her head back a little, stretching out the nipple. Then she glanced at me and smiled. I smiled back and took a deep breath.

The brunette then released the red head's nipple and lifted her friend's top back up. The red head gave her a hard kiss. Again they looked back at me and smiled. Then the red head grabbed her companion's hand and the two got up and left the cafŽ. I watched them walk down the sidewalk, hand in hand.

A short time later the waiter brought out the two bills. I paid, bid him goodbye and headed for my car. As much as I would love to have stayed and sought out more shows such as what I had just witnessed, the urge to proceed north was getting stronger and stronger.

VIII

From Montreal, I travelled roughly north. It was a long drive, with constant back-tracking each time I found I had followed the wrong highway. My lack of understanding of French made navigation difficult. I found outside of Montreal, whenever I stopped, very few people actually spoke French. Over the days I stayed in several motels and bed and breakfasts and I found listening to a foreign language was very relaxing, even if my attempts to communicate were comedic at best.

I enjoyed the trip, though, and often stopped to look at wildlife such as bears, deer or moose. The scenery went from hilly but fertile farmlands and thick forests in the south to a rocky and pine tree filled area, almost barren of soil in places, further north. The further from civilization I journeyed, the more exotic I found the view with the varying elevation of the smooth-worn and brightly coloured rocks, the pools, ponds and lakes, the streams and rivers, the little French villages hidden away in a, what seemed to me, remote area of the world. It was so alien to anything I'd known back in Georgia. I could imagine driving around a curve and finding the highway blocked off with a sign saying 'planet not yet finished here'.

For Breeleigh and Puckrin to say there was nothing here was so far from the truth. There was life and wilderness in abundance in these thick, dark forests. I could easily believe that I saw places where no human foot had trod, although the presence of a paved road belied that idea.

IX

At last I reached a town that the map indicated was the end of the road, literally. The locals at the gas bar indicated the road did indeed continue on to the north, but they strongly advised me against the trip. Whether it was because I was a lone, pretty, young, foreign woman or for some darker reason, I could not determine. But I was curious as to why the latter thought even occurred to me; I wasn't in some horror flick.

I went to the diner in town and picked out a seat at the counter. The waitress said something to me in French and then hurried off to give a couple of husky looking guys their fat french fries topped with cheese and gravy. She was about twenty and had a bounce in her step.

I examined the menu as best I could: it was all in French. I pulled out my trusty dictionary and began to try to decipher what I could before she returned. What I would have given for a menu with pictures on it!

With a swish of her dark pony tail, the waitress returned. She looked down at my English to French dictionary. She was wearing a light blue sun dress under her apron. I smiled sheepishly at her.

"Anglais?" I asked her. It was a valuable word to learn for non-French visiting areas of Quebec where little English is spoken.

"If you mean do I speak English, then yes I do," she said in a charming accent that made me think of French maids in their sexy, little skirts. She reached out and put her hand on mine. I was startled at the contact and looked into her deep brown eyes. I felt her hand gently make my hands close the dictionary.

She pulled away abruptly, pulled out a notepad and a pen. As she held it in front of her waiting, my eyes dropped slowly back to the menu. I hesitated briefly at her chest and I saw that under her dress her boobs were a little bigger than mine, but the bra, dress and apron concealed curves too well.

"Who-pardon-what will you like?"

I think you know very well who I'd like right now, I thought. "Uhm, do you have hamburgers? And maybe regular fries, without all the cheese on them, although gravy might be nice." Some sweat slid down my brow and I wiped it away with the back of my hand. "And maybe a cold milkshake, please?"

"Oui, it is quite warm, n'est-ce pas? I will bring what you want back to you." She turned and went through a doorway and disappeared into the kitchen. I could hear fries dropped into a deep fryer and other kitchen-type noises. But I did not hear her speak to anyone.

It was warm. I undid a button on my blouse and rotated on my stool. The two husky men gave me the once-over with their eyes, smiled at me and then went back to wolfing down their lunch. Through the windows I watched the goings on of this little town. There were a few people wandering about, doing whatever it was they did just after lunch, but the town seemed almost like a ghost town. The air conditioner hummed noisily in one of the windows.

I heard the waitress set my glass on the counter behind me and I rotated back to face her. Some of her hair had come free of her pony tail and was smeared to her forehead by sweat. She offered me a straw, but I turned it down and took a deep drink of my thick milkshake. When I set it down she giggled at me and said something in French.

I picked up my dictionary again.

"Pardon." She reached over and wiped off my top lip, showing me the white foam on her thumb afterwards. She hesitated a couple of seconds and our eyes met, then she looked down and wiped her thumb on her apron.

"You are serving and cooking?" I asked slowly.

"Oui."

"It most be very hot back in the kitchen," I suggested.

"Oui," she answered slowly.

I debated on whether I had been perceiving the right signals or merely imagining them. I decided to test the young woman. "Why don't you have a sip of my milkshake?" I slid it across the counter towards her.

She glanced over at the two men and then stared at the glass as if she had never seen it before. She picked it up and looking me straight in the eye took a deep drink. 

As she leaned over the counter to set the drink back in front of me, I reached up and wiped her upper lip clean with my thumb, as she had done for me. Her full lips parted a little as my digit worked its way across. I then sucked my thumb clean while looking her in the eye. She blushed and then remembering something, she exclaimed in French and disappeared back into the kitchen.

I heard the men in the booth laugh loudly and I turned, ready for a confrontation. Such displays between women might be accepted and even enjoyed in a big city like Montreal, but smaller towns would likely be much more conservative about sexuality, especially female sexuality. One of the men said something about "les Canadiens" and then there was some more French and they both laughed again. They seemed not to have noticed what the waitress and I were doing. I felt my heart beat faster as the danger of discovery got my juices flowing.

The waitress returned and a thick plate clicked loudly as it was placed on the counter before me. I looked at her again and noticed her apron was gone and she had unbuttoned enough of her top that I could see the beginning of some cleavage. She winked at me and then went over to the two men.




Jenny's Summer Ch. 01



"Jenny? You done?"

She nodded, knowing her face was flushed, hoping he wouldn't notice. 

"Great, we're about to have lunch. Will you help us set the table?"

Surprised, she looked at her watch. She had actually spent more than two hours looking at porn pictures, and it was indeed time for lunch.

"Sure," she smiled and went downstairs with him. 

During lunch, they talked about this and that, Shelly wanting to know about Jenny's grades at school and if she was feeling good so far. 

"Great," Jenny answered the second question. "I'll just have to learn where the lightswitches are, that caused me a bit of trouble last night."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Shelly apologized. "I know, they are a bit lower in this house than normally, I should have warned you. I can just light up the hall a little bit, so it's not completely dark, that might help."

"Thanks," Jenny smiled, and Kevin spoke up: "Speaking of lights, do we still have one of these mosquito lights for my room? I swear they've mutated to be so small they fit through the net on my window, my room is full of them!"

"Mine too," Steve replied. "Man, it's summer, you'll have to live with it."

"I can still give you that mosquito light," Shelly sighed. "And you can spray yourself, but that smells awful."

"Yuck." Kevin didn't look like he liked the idea. 

Shelly changed the topic. "What do you want to do after lunch, Jenny?"

"I should finish unpacking," she answered. "I still haven't done that. And afterwards... I don't know..."

"We'll think of something, don't worry," Steve smiled. "We have to keep you entertained while you're here." 

"I'm sure you will," Jenny smiled back. 



Jenny did spend the afternoon unpacking her suitcases, and when she was done, all three boys took her on a tour around the town. They showed her all the stores, the mall and their friends‘ houses, the church and the deserted high school. 

"Just so you can say you've seen all out cultural highlights," they grinned. 

When she sank into her bed that evening, she noticed that Shelly had indeed plugged a small light into the outlet closest to her door that was spending a greenish light, but wasn't bright enough to distract her from sleeping. A similar light was placed in the hall. 

She was very thankful for them when indeed she had to get back up that night to go to the bathroom. This time, she found her way without trouble and was just about to return to her room when she heard a slight moan come from Kevin's room.

Did that guy masturbate every night?

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door to his room open, to discover in shock that she could see Kevin. He had the mosquito light stand on his desk, and it spent enough blueish light to make Kevin's body spread out on the blankets clearly visible for her. She could see his hand moving up and down his cock, making the squishing sound again, and the expression on his face, how he enjoyed the movements of his hand with closed eyes. 

A part of her wanted to run back to bed, but that part honestly wasn't very big. She felt curiosity, and a tingling feeling of excitement growing in her belly. The longer she watched Kevin, the more fascinated she became, and the more she felt her clit pulsate between her legs. Her eyes were fixed on Kevin's cock, his hand stroking up and own, back up, down, up...

She leaned back against the wall and, not able to look anywhere but at Kevin, let her hand slip inside her pyjama pants. Her fingers found her clit at once and started to work it, pinching it and rubbing hard. It pulsated under her fingers, and she had to force herself not to let out a moan. Suddenly, a picture formed in her mind, something she had seen that morning on the computer... she was lying on her back on the bed, Kevin kneeling in front of her, the cock that was now in his hand aiming between her legs. 

Her index finger slipped further down to the entrance of her pussy and entered it as she imagined Kevin slamming inside her, like the guy she had seen on the porn site. He fucked her hard while she trashed around on the bed, feeling so good that she wanted it even harder.... Her finger seemed to have a life of its own as it moved faster and faster, her other hand working her clit, and then she saw Kevin grab something with his free hand, a t-shirt or something, and when he put it over his cock she knew he was coming. 

She regretted so much that moment that she wasn't able to see his cock anymore, all she could see were his jerking movements, and after a moment, even those stopped, and Kevin lay there on the bed, panting, but otherwise completely motionless. 

Suddenly, her eyes grew wide in shock. What if he opened his eyes and saw her? She was pretty sure that, although she stood in one of the darker corners of the room, the light was bright enough for him to at least notice that someone was there. When he moved, she was so panicked that she just took off, brushing the door in the process, but not stopping to see if he had noticed. She just fled back to the safety of her own room and closed the door behind her, then threw herself onto the bed and hid under the blankets. 

Slowly, very slowly, she calmed down. There was no Kevin coming after her and calling her a pervert for spying on him. The house was quiet. She was lucky, he hadn't seen her. 

Then, she started to think. She almost couldn't believe the thoughts that had been running through her head when she had touched herself, of Kevin fucking her on the bed, and her even wanting it harder... That was scary. Even the thought of giving him a blowjob hadn't seemed all that disgusting for a moment... what was wrong with her? She seemed to be turning into one of those girls on the porn sites, claiming they enjoyed all of this.

Then again, what if it was normal? What if most, or all women got these thoughts while... well, when they were turned on, but nobody talked about them. But she couldn't imagine any of her friends... or her mom... or in fact anyone she knew...

Jenny didn't want to finish that thought. She covered her face with her hands and took a few deep breaths. Calm down, she told herself. Calm down, you're completely normal, nothing's wrong with you, everything's okay, nothing bad happened....

Eventually, she fell asleep.



Jenny's Summer Ch. 02



A knock on the door woke her up the next morning. 

"Yes?" she mumbled sleepily and crawled out from under the blankets. 

"Jenny?" It was Shelly. "Just want to let you know that I'm going shopping with Tim and Chad, for Florida. Kevin and Steve will prepare lunch, just ask them if you need something."

"Alright, thank you," Jenny answered and got out of bed. 

This day was just as nice and sunny as the day before had been. She got dressed in a wide green skirt ending right above the knee and a yellow tank top, and went down the stairs for breakfast. Nobody was in the kitchen, but she remembered where the cornflakes were and helped herself. She poured some into a bowl, eventually found milk and a spoon, and started eating. Halfway through, Steve entered the kitchen and gave her a smile. Jenny felt like melting right there and then, smiling back and asking herself if she was starting to fall in love with that guy. She hoped not, but his smile was really sweet. 

"Nobody pouring cornflakes for you this morning?" he grinned. "I'm so sorry you had to do it yourself."

She laughed with him. "It's alright, you know, I'm so grown up now that I can manage to do it myself if I really have to."

"That‘s good to know."

Jenny heard steps come down the stairs, and a moment later, Kevin entered the kitchen. She was relieved when he greeted her completely normal and relaxed. "Mom and dad gone yet?" he wanted to know, and Steve nodded. "Yeah, just five minutes ago. They took Chad with them as well."

"I'm glad when they're off to Florida tomorrow," Kevin sighed. "Any plans for today?"

"I was gonna go over to Erin's house," Steve announced. "If it's okay that I leave you two alone for a bit."

"Who's Erin?" Jenny wanted to know, and after a sudden insight she realized: "Your girlfriend?"

Steve nodded, smiling, and Jenny couldn't help feeling disappointed. At the same time, she slapped herself mentally. Of course someone as good looking as Steve had a girlfriend, how could it be any different? 

"Could I use the computer again?" she asked before she realized what she was saying, and went bright red. She wanted to look at those cocks again and compare them with Kevin's. 

"Sure," Kevin nodded, "it should be still on. Just go and help yourself!"

"Alright." She had finished her cornflakes and rose, taking the bowl over to the sink. "Gotta brush my teeth first," she stated stupidly and went back upstairs, where she slapped her forehead. God that last sentence had been stupid!

She went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, then she took a long time to brush her hair and look at herself in the mirror. She liked her brown hair that fell below her shoulders, framing her face, and she light her bright blue eyes that reminded most people of shallow water on a sunny day. Her nose was too big in her opinion, it didn't uglify her face, but it made her profile looke a bit awkward. Her lips were nice though, full and defined, although she hardly ever wore lipstick, and her teeth were nice and straight, but that was the least one could expect from having had to wear braces for so long, she found. 

Finally, she stepped on the scale in the corner, just to realize that she had gained two pounds. She wanted to scream out in frustration about being back to 125, but then it came to her mind that this scale might be a bit off from the one they had at home. 

She was glad that the weight she had, in her opinion, too much was at least at all the right places. She had C-cup breasts she was rather pround of, a butt that was full but shaped nicely, and her thighs might be a bit too round, but she still found them okay. She still cursed the pill that her doctor had recently prescribed her for her weight gain, but she figured that it would be practical to be already on it when she had a boyfriend. Originally, she was supposed to take it because of the cramps during her time of month that were so bad she kept missing school because of them. Now, they were a lot better, and she thought that this advantage outscored the weight gain by far. 



When she was finished in the bathoom, she went to the computer just to see that someone had left two pages open, and a real player video that had already finished playing. She sat down and first wanted to close it, but froze when she saw the title of the video. 

HARDCORE XXX

She took a deep breath. Finally curiosity got the better of her once again – it tended to do that too often, she realized – and clicked "replay".

What she saw knocked the breath out of her. Two men and a woman, being fucked doggy style by one of the men while she gave the other one a blowjob... and all those details... . She realized her mouth stood open and closed it. When the men started to moan loudly, Jenny hastily turned town the volume, but kept watching as the two men fucked the blond woman from both ends, her obviously enjoying it. They changed positions a few times, and finally one of the men came all over the woman's face, then the video was over. Jenny clicked "replay" again and slipped her hand under her skirt. For a moment, she remembered what had happened the night brfore, all those thoughts she had gotten while touching herself, and she tried to feel bad, but couldn't. It was too good. 

When the man came all over the woman again, Jenny was sweating slightly, but she realized that somehow, making herself come with her fingers didn't work. Or maybe, she needed a better video. Confused, she withdrew her hand and was about to open another window when she heard someone come up the stairs again. It was Kevin. Quickly she closed everything that was open. 

"Hi," she forced herself to smile and he smiled back. 

"Steve has left for Erin's," he explained. "I'll just go to the grocery store, I'll be back in half an hour or so, is that alright? I hope you'll survive that half hour alone."

She smiled and nodded. "I think I will, thanks Kev!"

"Great!" He gave her another nod, then turned around and went back down the stairs. A moment later, she heard the front door slam shut. 

Jenny looked back at the empty screen in front of her and got up. Something about this whole sex thing really confused her. Maybe it was just that she was beginning to like the idea of giving a blowjob, or of someone fucking her like that, but nevertheless it confused her. She sighed and decided that she needed something to drink, so she walked down the stairs towards the kitchen. Right in front of the door, she heard somebody moan. It was a deep, male voice, moaning over and over again, coming from the direction of the living room.

KEVIN??? she thought. Oh, come on, don't tell me he is doing this in broad daylight in the living room. He wanted to go to the store, right?

She tiptoed closer to the living room dor, now certain that the voice came from there. She froze when she also heard a woman's voice moan. For a moment, the thought of Steve and Erin came to her mind, although Kevin had said that Steve had gone to her place, not the other way round. Then the woman moaned "oooh Danny!" and confused her thoroughly. 

Who the hell was Danny?

She knew that it probably wasn't a good idea, but she slowly pushed the living room door open while the moans continued. She didn't see anyone, but then she couldn't help laughing.

It was a movie, playing on TV, nothing else. She stepped inside the room and walked towards the TV rather interested, surprised to discover that it was a porn movie. Not that it could be anything different with all that moaning going on, but who would play a posn movie right here, in the morning, especially, when nobody was home. 

A part of her told her to take that as a warning that something wasn't right, but her attention was caught by the action that was going on. A woman, riding a man and sucking another's cock expertly. This video was of much better quality than the one on the computer had been, and it probably was a lot longer too. Without realizing it, Jenny walked forward to the armchair right in front of the TV and fell into it, staring at the woman who was now in the hot phase with the man below her, the camera showed details that almost made Jenny moan out loud. She felt the by now familiar tingle grow between her legs, and her hand slipped under her skirt once again, stroking her clit aggressively. 

After a while though, she grew frustrated. It felt great, but she just didn't seem to be able to push herself further and over the edge. She raised her hips from the armchair and pulled down her panties, throwing them on the floor in front of her. Shen she placed her right foot on the armrest, which gave her better access to her clit. Her eyes went back to the screen, and she moaned loudly, enjoying her own touch...

"Caught you!" a voice said cheerily.

She jumped and felt the blood rushing to her head while her fingers went totally numb from shock at the same time. She slowly turned around, her face burning, just to see Kevin walk up to her from the door. She quickly placed her right leg next to the other, the stood up and faced him, her face burning hot. 

"Kevin, I... I just... I can explain, I just..." she stammered. 

He grinned at her. "Really?"

"I just... please don't tell anyone, I don't... I never...I mean...." She had never in her life been so scared. What would happen if Kevin told anyone about what she'd done, and how could she ever talk to Kevin normally again? She swallowed hard, bent down to pick up her panties fron the floor and wanted to run past him.

"Whoa, whoa! Calm down!" His strong arms grabbed her and placed her back in the amrchair. 

"Kevin, please..."

He sat down next to her, the armchair was big enough for that, and put an arm aroung her. 

"Everything's okay Jenny, really... don't worry about it." His other hand started to stroke her thigh and pushed up her skirt a little bit. Normally she would have slapped any guy for trying something like that, but she was so scared and confused that she hardly noticed. 

"Kevin, I was only... I came in here and..."

"Yeah, I'm sorry... I was only testing you a bit..."

"Testing?" She almost jumped out of her seat. "You mean, you..."

He put his lips closer to her ear. "I saw you watching me last nigt..." he told her, his lips brushing her ear. "And the night before you did too, didn't you? I heard you going to the bathroom, and I thought you had gone back to your room, but then you looked at all those porn sites the next day... you know, you have to clear your history if you don't want anyone to find out..." The hand on her leg moved farther up, and Jenny bit her lip. 

"Kevin, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"It's alright," he whispered, "I don't mind being watched."

"You mean you...you..."

"Enjoyed it? Yes, I did, sweetheart." He smiled and his hand started to make small circles very close to her damp spot. "But you weren't really satisfied, were you? Let me help you a bit..."

She moaned more in surprise than anything else when his hand moved to cup her sex, and his fingers started to brush over her clit expertly. She felt his breath brush over her ear and neck as his hand explored her, and her eyes went back to the screen where one of the men had his head buried between another woman's thighs and was licking her like he was out of his mind. A part of Jenny, that very same part that made her feel guilty about looking at the porn sites and watching Kevin, told her that she should slap Kevin and run away, be a good girl... but that part seemed to shrink rather quickly. She moaned when he pushed one finger inside her slowly, his fingers were bigger than hers, so this was a new sensation. 

The finger paused, and Kevin brought his mouth back to her ear while his thumb carressed her clit with incredible softness. 

"Are you a virgin?" he wanted to know.

She moaned and nodded, not able to speak. The thrill of being touched like this by another man was finally settling in, and she moaned again, in a high pitched voice, when he slid his finger back out, then entered her again and went back out.... It reminded her strongly of Kevin's up and down motion from the night before, and she liked that thought. 

Now, he removed his arm from around her shoulders and brought his other hand down between her legs as well, pushing her skirt all the way up in the process. She couldn't help sucking in her breath sharply when he added a second finger to the one gliding in and out of her, stretching her out. It didn't hurt though, and she soon started to like the feeling. He now worked her clit with his thumb and index finger, and it pulsated fast. She felt a warm feeling growing inside her belly, burning when Kevin quickened the pace of his fingers gliding in and out, and she faintly noticed her breathing growing faster as well. He quickened the pace of his fingers again, pinched her clit rather hard, but surprisingly it didn't hurt, pinched it again and again...

She closed her eyes and felt like she exploded from the inside, fire raced to every single spot in her body, she moaned loudly as the fire flared up again and again, pulsating.... then growing weaker, leaving her limp. Kevin put his arm back around her and held her. He only moved to grab the remote control and turn the TV off.

After a while, she opened her eyes and looked at him smiling at her. 

"You okay?" he wanted to know. She thought.

"I think so," she said weakly.

"Was that your first orgasm?"

She went red and nodded. 

"Gosh, you're so innocent," he mumbled. She raised her head.

"I guess I am... but not totally, I mean I know how sex works and stuff..."

He looked at her oddly for a short time, then burst out laughing. She laughed with him. 

"I KNOW that sounded stupid!" she giggled. "Oh my god, I'm sorry, I know that was stupid..."

"It's alright," he grinned. "But gosh, you ARE innocent! Can I kiss you?" 

She gave him and odd look. "I don't love you Kevin."

"So? I don't love you either. It's just a kiss, it's supposed to relax you. Enjoy it!"

He bent down and kissed her lips, and she did enjoy it. 

He sucked her lower lip, then parted her lips with his tongue and she let it happen, even letting her tongue meet his and glide into his mout as he explored hers. She let out another moan and he slowly withdrew, loooking at her curiously. 

"Don't tell me that was your first kiss."

She shook her head. "No, I've kissed before, just not that intense. I really liked it."

"So you're feeling okay?" 

She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. I've never had that kind of thoughts that I have now, about... well, blowjobs and things, I always thought they were gross, and now... I feel so wrong about it."

He groaned. "What's wrong about it? I mean, life would be pretty boring for us men if you were the only one in this world wanting to give a guy a blowjob."

She closed her eyes. "You don't know how much better that makes me feel."

He kissed her on the cheek. "You're prefectly normal, trust me. There are girls who don't like it, like you used to, and there are girls who like it so much they turn into sluts... and I don't mean a bad kind of slut."

"Really?" She glanced over to the bulge between Kevin‘s legs. Did she want to touch that? Definitely. Suck it? Maybe. Slowly she extended her hand and covered the bulge, queezing softly. He groaned. She stroked up and down with a bit of pressure, but this didn't satisfy her through his pants.

"Kevin, can I..."

"Definitely," he grinned. "Go ahead."

She opened the button, then the zipper, but to pull the pants down she'd have to get into another position. She got up and moved in front of Kevin while he snuggled into the armchair comfortably, raising his hips. She grabbed and pulled, and his boxers came off together with the pants. His half erect cock popped up in front of her, and she had a facinated look on her face as she knelt down between his legs. Her right hand touched first the purple head, then her fingers glid down the whole length of his shaft, carefully exploring. He groaned again, and she closed her hand around his cock and started to slide it up and down like she had seen him do. Kevin closed his eyes, obviously enjoying it, and as soon as she was a bit more comfortable with his cock, she decided to grow more daring. She leaned forward and flicked her tongue at the head. 

"It tastes salty," she complained. Kevin grinned.

"That's the pre-cum," he explained. "You're getting me pretty excited like that."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I don't care, just keep stroking, or suck it a bit, that would be nice."

She extended her tongue again and explored the head with it, ran it up and down the shaft a few times, then went back to jerking him off with her hand. It was completely hard now, she realized, moving her head forward again and carefully touching the head with her lips. He groaned so loud that she jerked back, caught by surprise, and he opened his eyes. 

"Please put them back on there Jenny, I didn't want to scare you, just please do that again!"

She nodded and leaned forward, kissing the tip, then taking a deep breath and sucking the head into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it a bit, then she licked it like a lollipop while her hand continued to glide up and down his shaft. When she took him out of her mouth again, he started to rhythmically raise his hips and fuck into her hand, groaning. She stayed that way for quite a while, then placed her mouth directly behind her hand, sucking his head a bit every time he thrust up. He seemed to enjoy this even more, melting into the armchair and moaning, and she did her best to keep up her pace. She didn't even notice how fast her own heart beat from excitement, and how much she enjoyed this experience. 

When his thrusts finally grew more forceful, she realized he must be close, and doubled her efforts. She took away her hand and sucked him into her mough as far as she dared to, which was about halfway. When he started to fuck her mouth, she pulled away but jerked him off with her hand again, this time until he let out another groan and came.

She jerked her head back, not wanting to be hit by the white liquit shooting out of the slit, but watching curiously as his cock, pulsating under her hand, sprayed cum onto her hand still holding him, on Kevin's thighs and his shirt. 

"Wow," she said breathless when Kevin was finally finished and sank back exhausted. "I can't believe I did that."

"It was great," Kevin stated. "It really was, you're talented!" That made her giggle, and she got up, looking at her hand covered in cum. "I need a towel." 

Kevin looked disappointed. "Are you sure you don't want it? It can‘t get you pregnant..."

"I know that, Kevin! I may be innocent, but I didn't fall on my head or something!"

Kevin looked remorseful. "Sorry."

Jenny looked at her hand again. "What is the thing everyone seems to have about eating cum?"

"I dunno... it's just part of it. It definitely makes the experience better if she swallows, at least for me. I find it kind of sexy. Besides, it doesn't taste bad. Look..." He moved his hand down and scooped up the cum from his muscular thighs with index and middle finger. "I'll eat this if you lick your hand clean."

She considered for a moment, then extended her tongue and licked along her fingers, and when she discovered that she didn't mind the taste, she sucked every finger into her mouth, one after the other, then licked across the back of her hand until it was completely clean. Kevin grinned at her. "So?"

She took a deep breath. "It's not bad. I kinda thought it would taste disgusting, but it's okay. So what about you then?"

He just smiled and brought both fingers to his mouth, licking his own cum off without hesitating. She looked surprised, but smiled.

Kevin then leaned forward to grab his pants and put them back on, then put his arm around Jenny's waist and pulled her onto the armchair with him. She wriggled around a bit to get comfortable, then settled her head against his chest.




Jenny's Summer Ch. 02



Author's note: This story takes place following Holly's Winter and Cecee's Spring, but before Vicky's Fall and Oksana's New Year. However, this story was written immediately after Holly's Winter and before any of the others in the series. It should stand as its own complete story. I appreciate comments, feedback and constructive criticism.

XVI

Two days later, I still had seen no sign of my tormentor. Nor had I seen any sign of the two from the airplane, assuming that Windigo had not lied about the whole thing. Could he simply be giving me false hope about escaping so as to make my terror upon recapture sweeter for him?

After I set up my tent, again under a tree to hide myself as best I could, I heard two shots in the distance. I held my breath in an attempt to hear any other proof of humans around me. Everything remained silent, except a wind started howling through the branches and my heart seemed to be pounding in my chest very loudly. Looking up, I could see dark green clouds blowing in across the blackening sky. Was this his doing? I knew some faeries had power over the weather. I crawled into my tent and sealed it up. I knew it would offer no protection against Windigo, but the illusion of protection was priceless. I had never hidden under my bed sheets as a child, but I now understood why many children felt some comfort in doing so.

I tried to sleep. I started counting sheep until Windigo showed up and ripped them apart. I awoke in fright. I had heard another gunshot! It was hard to tell how close it was as bullets of rain pelted my tent, passing easily through the sparsely needled branches of the sheltering tree.

Then there was another shot and a woman's voice. "Don't waste time shooting at it!"

I unzipped the tent opening and crawled out. Everything was dark and the wind changed direction rapidly, throwing the rain at me first from above, then from the side and then directly at my face. I ignored the hard raindrops and peered into the darkness.

"Keep going! Don't give up!" called out a man. That voice sounded familiar, I thought. Who is that?

"Over here!" I shouted. "Come over here! I have a tent!"

I could now hear the man and woman crashing through the trees. There was a flash of lightning and I saw one of them point directly at me as the other raised a rifle and pointed it at me.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot me! Quick, get over here before he catches you!" Seeing other people had bolstered my hope that I might escape reasonably unscathed.

As the man and the woman approached I scrambled back into my tent. The woman crawled in first, with her rifle and small backpack. The man followed, also carrying a rifle and shouldering a large backpack. Once they were in I sealed the opening to the tent.

"This flimsy tent won't stop that bear," said the man. Where did I hear that voice before?

"That is no bear," said the woman, with a trace of a French accent. "I told you I shot it in the eye. It is a spirit bear, although I never believed such things existed." I did not recognize the woman at all.

"It's no bear," I explained. "He calls himself Windigo. One of you must promise me that if he finds us then you will shoot me."

The man and woman went silent in the darkness. I could hear one of them searching in their backpack. The man said "Jenny? Jenny, is that you?"

The woman lit a match and I looked at the man. "Phil! Oh, thank God!" I threw myself across the small tent, wrapped my arms around Phil and burst into tears.

XVII

I wept on his shoulder, trying to tell him everything that had happened between breaths and sobs. Phil just kept his strong arms around me and tried to soothe me as best he could. It must have been over an hour before I finally ran out of tears and just sat quietly in his lap, completely spent. His flannel shirt felt good against my cheek. He was tall for a man and well built and I fit into his lap very comfortably.

"She's hysterical," said Phil softly, glancing at the woman.

I looked at the woman and saw sympathy and curiosity in her narrow, brown eyes. She had long, straight, black hair tied behind her head in a ponytail, fine facial features and a sun-browned complexion. She was dressed for hiking, with jeans, hiking boots and a pink flannel shirt and had a good figure. I thought she might be an aboriginal.

"I know." She stared into Phil's eyes. "That was no bear. I hit it twice."

"Bears that big don't die easily," replied Phil.

"I've hunted bears before. That was no bear." She looked into my face. "Why did you say it was not a bear?"

"Because it isn't," I said simply. Realizing I was more coherent now they waited for me to continue. "There's a...creature near here that is very dangerous. It can change shape."

"Shh, Jenny. Just be quiet," soothed Phil. "You've had a rough time of it. It must have been the serial killer that caught you, or was chasing you. That's why I came here looking for you. When we were at Joe's Place in Hearne, you told me you had never been to Canada before. Once my leave was over, I contacted Mary at O'Hallihan's Supplies and she mentioned that you had come here on some sort of crazy mission. RCMP records show there has been a serial killer operating here for a few decades. I went on leave again and came as soon as I could. Now just rest, Jenny."

I looked up into his face, with his short dark hair and the beginnings of a dark beard and moustache. Phil was very worried about me. "I thought..." I began. Then I thought I'd best not discuss that unhappy date with Phil right now; there were more important things to worry about. I disengaged myself from Phil and sat looking at both of them. I put my hand out to the woman. "Call me Jenny. Apparently, I am some sort of ambassador to Canada, representing the North Pole."

The woman's jaw dropped. "Qu'est-ce...? What did you just say?"

Phil interrupted. "That's right: Jenny is a diplomat from the North Pole."

I smirked at him. "Holly told me about the trouble you gave Mary and her. So you believe us now?"

"Hard not to believe with all the goings on at the UN a couple of months ago," he admitted.

"I was in Santa's library and found some interesting information relating to the faeries. I came here to investigate. Boy, that was a big mistake." I frowned. "We've got to get away from here and get your government to drop a nuke on this place."

Phil and the woman were aghast. "She's American," explained Phil. That somehow seemed to explain everything to the woman. Was it some code that Canadians have?

"Phil, if you and she knew what I knew you would agree with me one hundred per cent. His name is Windigo and I don't think we can kill him with guns."

"My name is Sabrina."

Phil put his hands up. "Hold your horses, Jenny. First off, Canada doesn't have nuclear weapons. Second, we don't let our citizens go around condemning people to death, even if they are serial killers. You look uninjured. We'll take you to civilization and then I'll return with some other officers and we'll apprehend the man who attacked you."

I looked from one to the other. "Sabrina. Phil. This isn't just a serial killer or some crazy hillbilly capturing lone campers. This is a supernatural threat..." The disbelief on their faces convinced me I was not going win this debate. "Look, after what has been in the news the last several months do you both accept the existence of Santa Clause and the elves?"

"I'd say I have to, until some other more rational explanation rears its head," said Phil.

Sabrina stared at Phil in shock. "I don't. I don't watch much news. What's all this crazy stuff about Santa Clause?" asked Sabrina.

"This is taking far too long..." I realized that the wind had died down outside and I couldn't hear any rain. "Oh, damn. I think he's found us."

A large bear roared outside the tent. Phil grabbed his rifle, pushed me away from the entrance to the tent and began slowly unzipping it. "It's the same bear," he told us after peeking outside.

Sabrina picked up her rifle and began to reload it. "Sabrina, you are sure you hit it twice and that it is not a normal bear?" I whispered. Sabrina nodded.

As long as Phil and Sabrina didn't believe me we had no chance of escaping. I took a deep breath, pushed past Phil and left the tent. I slapped away his hands as he tried to grab me.

"Windigo, show them who you are. They think you are a bear and as long as they think that, they are not really afraid of you. They'll be more afraid if they see you in your faerie body."

Windigo's form shifted and shrunk. The white fur disappeared, leaving the naked male form in which I had first seen him. I could hear Phil and Sabrina both gasp.

"Did you tell them what I am going to do to them, my love?"

"Not yet. But I will. I think they are probably more afraid right now than they were a few minutes ago, correct?"

"Yes and it is delicious." He chuckled, with malice.

"If we think we can escape, our terror will be increased when you recapture us, will it not?"

"I can see what you are planning, my love."

"Give us a seven day head start and then come after us, Windigo."

"You have three days and then I come to feast on all of you. But, my love, you will watch the exquisite tortures I will put them through before I kill them. You will learn to be terrified of what I am doing and you will learn to appreciate it. Then you too will die."

I bent down to re-enter the tent. Phil had followed me out and was kneeling at the entrance in shock. I grabbed his rifle, whirled and fired at Windigo's face. There was an explosion of red and then his form changed. He became smoky, then transformed entirely in to a grey-white smoke and rose slowly into the sky. Windigo's mocking laughter filled the clearing long after the smoke had vanished.

XVIII

I spent the rest of the night answering Phil and Sabrina's repetitive questions and trying to make them stay relatively calm. They now believed me and my earlier crazy babblings were now taken as gospel, well most of them were. Perhaps anchoring their sanity helped to preserve my own during this time. I felt a surreal calmness deep inside me, perhaps what martyrs had felt as they went to their deaths.

As morning broke we all agreed we had to leave as fast as we could. Somehow, I believed that Windigo would not harass us for the three days of grace he had granted, but he would certainly make up for it at the end of that period.

The problem was that we had no compass, Phil and I were completely unfamiliar with this land and although Sabrina was a native and her ancestors were born in these lands, her people no longer lived as her ancestors once did. She was a pilot and while she had spent some time in the bush, why was there a flicker of a smile when she said that, she was used to flying over this terrain.

Upon leaving the tent we found that a thick mist had settled on the landscape, making it seem eerie and unearthly. I believed that Windigo was trying to make it difficult for us to leave his domain. That was not unexpected.

We set off due south as best we could. The mist was cold and condensation built up on our skin and clothes, sucking away our body heat. We marched single file, just a yard or two apart, and Sabrina and Phil kept me between them at all times. I seemed to anchor the trio. I would have been useless breaking a trail anyway. We snaked over large outcrops and around dense copses of pine trees and ponds and small lakes. Sometimes we followed an animal trail, but this had to be pointed out to me. Any skills my father had taught me for getting around in the wild were now atrophied.

When we stopped to make camp, we were quite confident that we had travelled a good distance. Our exhaustion emphasized that point as we set up camp. We had seen nothing of Windigo all day, so Sabrina and I volunteered to collect some water together from a nearby stream. Phil made us promise to yell for him immediately if anything happened. He was going to forage for some food around the camp.

Sabrina and I crept away from camp until we found the stream. We filled our canteens. "I could really use a bath, Sabrina. Do you mind?" I asked.

"Not at all. I'll have one after you're done." Again I saw a brief smirk that was quickly concealed.

We were a little too close to camp and I was oddly shy about Phil finding me bathing, well oddly shy under the circumstances. I walked further along the gentle stream and Sabrina followed me. I noticed a gleam in the underbrush and bent down to investigate.

"What is it, Jenny?"

I pocketed what I had found. "Nothing. Just a sparkly rock. Let's go a little further." I had found a buckle that had been torn from my backpack and cast aside by Windigo when he thought I was imprisoned on his island. I had first seen it when I found my tent and I had let it lie where I found it. We thought we had travelled south, but we had ended up going northeast somehow. Windigo was disorienting us and I was afraid to reveal this to Sabrina.

She seemed to be such a lovely girl and about my own age. I think part of my desire to be out of sight of Phil was actually a desire to be alone with Sabrina.

Ten yards further downstream there was a small cliff, perhaps three yards high. The stream fell through a crevice in the rock and made a small waterfall, collecting into a shallow pool below. I surveyed the idyllic and familiar spot and noticed it would be very easy to climb down.

"A shower would be better than a bath." I climbed from rock to rock, followed by Sabrina. When I reached the bottom, I began stripping down. The air was chilling, but that actually soothed my aching muscles. Once I was in my birthday suit, I stepped into the knee-deep pool with a gasp. I had forgotten exactly how cold the water was around here.

I slowly walked over to the small waterfall, took a deep breath and then immersed myself in the frigid spray. I involuntarily jumped back out again and laughed. I heard Sabrina laugh as well and gave her a quick wink and then stepped under the falling water. At first I was shaking from the cold, but then my body began to adapt a little and I was able to start massaging my body. I showered as quickly as I could and then stepped out of the waterfall.

I felt cleansed. I walked towards my clothes and I could see Sabrina was appraising me. Her eyes lingered on my boobs. I gave her a knowing smile because I now knew what was going on behind that pretty face. "Were you going to have a shower, too?"

She gave me a quick nod and then stripped down. As her shirt and then bra came off, I realized her dark skin was not from tanning, but her natural skin colour. Her breasts were small, smaller than Holly's, but just as pert. Her areolae were about the size of a half dollar and dark, not pink or red. Her belly button was an outie, which I had always found sexy for some reason. Her feet were small, considering she was a good two inches taller than I was. Her legs were slim and her bottom was not spherical but gently sloping and curved from her back to her legs.

She stepped into the pool and her reaction was identical to mine, right down to the look at me, the smirk and then the wink. This could be interesting, I thought. Her flesh was covered in goosebumps by the time she reached the waterfall. The cold spray splashing on her chest made her nipples rise to attention. And I always thought a cold shower was supposed to make you forget about sex...

I watched her as she stepped under the water and began massaging her limbs. I imagined that my hands were rubbing lather over her skin and my pussy began to get wet. I felt warmth begin to spread through me, as my heartbeat picked up a little. Sabrina ran her hands through her hair, tilting her head back as she did so and I wondered if she made the same movement when she had an orgasm. She ran her hands over her chest, momentarily tweaking her own nipples and shivering. She glanced at me momentarily and then her hands moved down her abdomen. She spent a few seconds rubbing her thin but dark triangle of hair and another few rubbing her labia. Then she stepped out from under the waterfall.

She wrapped her arms around her chest, whether to warm herself up a bit or from modesty I could not tell, and splashed through the pool toward her clothes. Once out of the water, she reached down to pick up her shirt and then noticed that I had not dressed as yet.

"You should get dressed. You've got goosebumps everywhere, Jenny."

"I don't want to get my clothes wet. Do you want me to do something with your hair, like wring out the water or something?" My heart was thumping in my chest and I knew my own nipples were rising as I looked at her. I wondered if I was misreading her signals and prayed I was not. This could be my last chance for sex.

"Could you?" Sabrina turned away from me.

Her skin looked so soft and smooth as I approached her. I put my hands on her shoulders and she leaned back a little. I took her hair in my hands and gently twisted it a little and put it over her right shoulder. Then I leaned forward a little and kissed her on the side of her throat. As my tingling lips left her skin my arms went around her and my hands found her breasts. They were soft, but small and round. Her nipples felt hard but were somewhat pliant as I was able to bend them just a little and watch them spring back to attention.

"Oh, Jenny, you are so sexy and I need this so bad right now," she pleaded.

"So do I. You've done this before?" I breathed into her ear, and then I gently bit her ear lobe.

She giggled. "Yes. Have you?"

"You tell me." My hands moved away from her tits and went up to her throat, where they caressed and touched the smooth skin. I pushed her chin up, exposing more of her throat to my hungry mouth and began a series of short kisses wherever my mouth could reach.

Her knees seemed to give a little and her head rested on my shoulder. I kept kissing her neck and shoulder, giving quick licks where I saw a vein or hollow in her flesh. Her hands reached around behind her and she grabbed my waist and pulled my front up against her back. She started swaying her hips, rubbing her bottom against my groin and I felt an incredible urge to throw her to the ground and grind my pussy against hers. But I fought it.

Instead, my left hand slid along her chest, pausing at a nipple to give it a good, sharp tweak, then down to her belly button. She began moaning softly as my fingers teased her outie.

I let out an involuntary gasp as the friction between her bottom and my pussy caused a spasm inside of me. Sabrina giggled and turned to face me. She held my face in both her hands, tilted it up and then kissed me. One of her hands slipped down to my pussy and she vibrated her hand over my clitoris. One of my hands went to her breasts and began squeezing while the other went to Sabrina's pussy and a couple of fingers delved deep. She was wet.

That was when my knees gave out. She lowered me to the rock we had been standing on, propped my legs up on her shoulders and then placed her mouth over my sopping wet sex. Her tongue teased my clitoris for a few seconds and then began to play with my lower lips as she sucked my juices. My fingers were in her hair and I pushed her face against me a little less gently than I had intended. She realized that I was already close and her tongue went to my vagina and explored the entrance. My hips bucked, my body tensed and then I felt the slow collapse as all my muscles relaxed.

Sabrina licked up my juices a little more, causing my entire body to spasm occasionally. Then she folded her hands on top of my pubic bone and put her chin on top of her hands. After a minute or two I raised my head to look at her. She was smiling at me.

"I can certainly tell you've done this before. Now it's my turn to show you what a southern gal can do with her tongue."




Jenny's Summer Ch. 02



Sabrina helped me sit up. We kissed gently, lovingly, and then I pushed her onto her back. I lay down along her legs so that my mouth was positioned as hers had been a few glorious minutes earlier. I spread her legs and took a good look at her exposed vulva. It was as lovely as any I had seen before and it glistened in the growing darkness.

My fingers pushed aside the folds and I occasionally darted my tongue into what experience told me might be a sensitive spot. Each time I was rewarded with a gasp of surprise from Sabrina. At the top of her labia, my fingers found the bud I had been searching for. I pursed my lips over her clitoris and began sucking and licking. It actually felt like it grew a little bit in my lips.

"Good girl," I said to her.

My mouth went back to her bud, teasing, licking and sucking until her back began to arch. And then I stopped. I looked up at her face and saw she was a little confused.

"All good things come to those who wait, my girl."

"Tell me I'm your girl again, Jenny."

"You're my gorgeous girl and I'm going to make you feel wonderful."

I went back to work. My tongue ran slowly along the folds of the labia, evoking moans from Sabrina. Her fingers began to tease my hair in a playful way. I licked her sex from bottom to top in slow, savouring motions and her back began to arch again. So I stopped and was rewarded with a whine.

I gave her a few seconds to ease back from the growing climax and then slowly pushed two fingers into her vagina. Very slowly I drew them out and then pushed them back in again. Sabrina's breathing began to shorten and as I increased the speed of my fingers, her breathing increased as well. My tongue licked her clitoris again and this brought another gasp from her.

I continued this as her back slowly began to arch higher and higher. Her breathing became more and more rapid. When her fingers grasped my hair hard enough to hurt, I withdrew my fingers one last time and pushed my tongue into her pussy.

Sabrina let out a long moan, held her arch for about ten seconds and then slowly collapsed. I licked up as much of her juices as I could, but she was too far gone to feel what I was doing. I crawled up beside her, put my leg over her groin and my head on her shoulder and held her.

After a few minutes I heard "Thank you."

Sabrina looked into my eyes. Our mouths met in what seemed the most natural kiss I had ever had. How could that preacher ever had told that teenage me that this was evil and I was a monster? My eyes filled with tears.

"I've grown very fond of you, too," said Sabrina, not completely misinterpreting my tears.

XIX

I spied Phil tending the fire as we returned to the campsite. "Sabrina," I whispered, "we'd best keep our relationship a secret from Phil for now. I think he's a little bit prudish."

"Why do you care what he thinks?"

"I don't care what he thinks. I've had some very hostile reactions in the past when people have found out about my sexuality. I prefer to avoid any future troubles."

"You've misjudged him, honey." She gave my hand a squeeze and I followed her toward our camp.

Phil heard us approaching and stood up to greet us, although he looked angry. "Where the hell have you two been? That was an awful long time to be gone and I was beginning to worry that thing had come back."

"I can take care of myself, Phil," I said icily.

"As can I," added Sabrina.

"I know you are very capable, Sabrina. You saved my life because you're a great pilot and you saved my life when the bear first attacked. But Jenny, you don't know your way around these woods, or this country for that matter. I came looking for you to protect you," he finished in desperation.

"My father took me hunting before I was a teenager. I'm not some helpless, spoiled debutant and I can survive on my own. And I know what danger there is here far better than you. I have been around the faeries for months and I was Windigo's prisoner for a day. Don't assume that I'm stupid or careless!" I was close to tears. Making love with Sabrina had been an amazing stress release and now I could feel some emotional spring inside of me coiling under this new pressure.

"I'm not angry because I think either of you are stupid or careless, I'm angry because I'm worried about you and I'm scared for you. Why do you think I left my job and came looking for you?" He stopped abruptly as his cheeks went slightly red. "I'm sorry. We've all been under a lot of strain, you more than me." He suddenly sat down by the fire and began poking at it with a branch. Showers of sparks flew into the night sky.

Sabrina made a circle with two of her fingers, poked a third finger in and out of the circle and then nodded to me and then Phil. In answer to her raised eyebrow I shook my head violently. Phil had his chance at the bar in Hearne to make a pass and didn't; he clearly wasn't interested in me and I knew it was because he had caught me looking down the waitress' top. I stormed to the tent, made myself reasonably comfortable inside and tried to go to sleep.

When I finally did go to sleep, I dreamt about the preacher my family had when I was a teenager. He was a kindly old man and I confided in him that I seemed to be attracted to boys and girls my own age. He said I was lucky; the Lord loved everyone equally and although I was confessing a sexual interest in both genders the preacher didn't think it was opposite to what Jesus had wanted for everyone. He was replaced less than a year later by a younger preacher. When I went to him for counselling he reproached me. He called me a monster and said God had turned his back on me the second I had decided to lust after women as well as men. He advised that I repress my desires and accept a husband as soon as my parents would allow. At the time I believed everything he said. Now I loathed and pitied the man.

XX

When I awoke, I found Sabrina was cuddling me. I took a quick look for Phil, but he wasn't in the tent. "Phil! Phil!" I sat up and Sabrina opened her eyes in surprise. "Phil is missing!"

"No," she murmured, "he slept outside by the fire to assuage his conscience and be the protective male."

The tent zipped open quickly and Phil stuck his head in. "What's wrong?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. "Oh, Phil. I was afraid that Windigo had returned while we slept and taken you." I pushed him away. "From now on you are not allowed to be a prude, Phil. You sleep in the tent with us and I won't take no for an answer."

"Um." He was struck speechless.

"Well, out with it Phil."

"Jenny, put your shirt on, or at least your bra, if you want his brain to start working again," said Sabrina, rolling over and pulling the blankets up to her neck.

I pulled my blanket over my chest. "This is silly, Phil. You're a cop. I'm sure you've seen lots of naked women in your line of work."

"I'm sure he hasn't seen many racks as nice as yours, Jenny. Now let me get a few more minutes sleep, please."

Wait until they meet Vicky, I thought. That is, if we somehow survive this. Phil crawled out of the tent. Once I had dressed, I followed him and then sat beside him by the fire.

"I am sorry about being angry with you last night. I was angry because I care," Phil admitted.

"I guess that's why you became a cop, then? Because you're a caring person?" I nibbled on some of the provisions we had.

He glanced at me and then turned back to the fire. "No. I became a cop because I wanted to protect the innocent and catch bad guys. I know it sounds naive. Little did I realize that it's not quite as cut and dried as that. We cops can get as jaded and dogmatic as anyone else. I came looking for you because I care."

Sabrina chose that unfortunate moment to poke her head out of the tent. "I'm awake now. Let's have breakfast and get moving. I want to get as much distance between Windigo and us as we did yesterday. She ducked back in to the tent, I assume to get dressed.

"Oh, damn."

"What is it, Jenny?" Phil asked, tenderly it seemed.

I pulled the buckle from my pocket and handed it to Phil. He turned it over in his large fingers. He raised an eyebrow at me. I tuned my face and stared at the fire in thought. How would I explain this? Windigo had somehow made us walk in circles, instead of the straight line we thought we had been travelling. Phil sat quietly beside me, waiting.

Sabrina finished dressing and came out and sat with us. We began eating breakfast. Phil had cooked some beans and we ate them with dry crackers and coffee. Sabrina noted that Phil and I ate quietly and followed our lead. Eventually we all finished and Phil handed the buckle over to Sabrina.

"What is this?" she asked, turning it over carefully in her hand.

"It's a buckle for my backpack. I found it yesterday when I said a shiny rock had caught my eye. I originally found it when I first fled Windigo's island. I left it exactly where we found it yesterday, just upstream from a small waterfall and about a mile from Windigo's island. We walked in a circle yesterday." Phil and Sabrina looked at me sadly.

"You're sure?" asked Phil.

I nodded in response. "If you want we can follow the stream right to his lake, that way."

Phil and Sabrina were quiet for awhile. Then Phil took a deep breath. "Well, no sense in waiting here for him to show up." He stood.

"That's right. Let's get going again. This time we'll be more careful. I'll pack up the tent." Phil followed her so he could help. I watched them with admiration. I had been on the verge of giving up, believing it was better to kill ourselves now rather than wait for that monster to torture and then kill us. But these two were ready to struggle right up the last second. Well, I wasn't going to let them down. I got up and helped them pack.

XXI

We began our hike this time by blazing trees. Sabrina took the lead and every half mile or so we halted and backtracked along the blazed path to ensure we were travelling in an approximately straight line. The system appeared to be working, but it was a slow way to travel and we were so far from civilization.

After lunch we agreed to check our direction every two or three miles, well the other two called them kilometres instead of miles. We travelled faster. We didn't avoid climbing obstacles, nor did we avoid ponds, streams and small lakes. Sabrina had picked up a large branch and tested water depth as she waded.

None of us complained about aching muscles or sore feet. None of us complained about the constant thick fog that surrounded us. None of us complained about the chill in the air and the surreal nature of our attempted escape from Windigo.

Each of us tried to buoy up the spirits of the others. We even sang some hiking songs. I could not think of two better people to spend my last few days with.

At the end of the day Sabrina ate her dinner quickly and then headed right for the tent. She glanced at me and shook her head. I understood that to mean she was too exhausted for a little fun tonight. Phil and I bid her good night and promised to be as quiet as possible when we came to bed.

I heard a small splash off to my left and glanced in that direction.

"It was just a fish, Jenny."

"I know, Phil. It just seems so eerie. Over there is a pond or a lake and with this pea soup we cannot even see it. How far do you think we've hiked today?"

"Very far. You girls did a good job of setting a fast pace. You're both in very good shape."

"Something is driving us," I reminded him.

"It's not just that. Even though we're threatened with death and worse than death, I'm happy to have spent this time with Sabrina and you. You are both..."

"You are beginning to sound melancholy, Phil." I put my hand on his cheek. "It doesn't suit you." I removed my hand self-consciously. I had to remember that he might be very uncomfortable with me touching him. "You know, you never did tell me your full name."

He frowned and stared at the fire. "Philip S Philips. My parents were either drunk or thought the name was cute for a baby."

"Well, I'm Jennifer Montgomery Steel. My father wanted a son and ended up with five daughters. We all ended up with boy's names for our middle names. I am pleased to meet you, sir." I emphasized my Georgian accent, nodded to him and held out my hand. 

He smiled, took my hand and kissed it. "Sorry. I know I shouldn't be doing that. I am glad we've now been formally introduced, Jenny. Everything seemed sort of rushed in the Yukon."

"If there were music playing I'd dance with you one last time, Phil."

He chuckled. "I never thought a lesbian would like dancing with a man. Or cuddle up against one during a slow dance," he reminisced.

"Is that why you didn't invite me back to your place, Phil? Because you found out...you found out I liked women?"

"Yeah. Well that and the fact that I was sleeping in a cell at the tiny RCMP station in Hearne. Holly told you about the guy she and Mary captured? Well, he was in the next cell and snored loudly. When I offered to take you to the local bar, I figured on just dancing, dining, drinking and some laughs. When I saw you eyeballing the tits...eyeballing the waitress I figured out you were a lesbian. I'm good at spotting details and making quick conclusions."

"But not always the right conclusions, dear Phil."

He looked at me askance.

"I was looking at her boobs and she had a luscious rack, as I'm sure you would agree. I'm not a lesbian, however. I'm..." this was it, I knew. This was where the idyllic moment with him ends. I took a deep breath. "I'm a bisexual. I like men and women. Well, I like both genders and can't be completely happy with just one or the other."

He thought awhile, but didn't move away. Then he put his hand on mine, where I had them folded together in my lap. "That would explain why you were one of the ladies chosen by Santa. I couldn't figure out how Santa could make the mistake of propositioning a lesbian." He hesitated in thought. "It must be very lonely at times, wanting both at the same time."

"It is. Every time I think I've met someone special they don't want to share me. Even most men aren't happy with the idea that I find as much pleasure in a woman's body as I do with a man's. People are generally selfish and want to keep lovers for themselves. And I'm not the type of person who likes to jump from bed to bed, but I have to so I can find some satisfaction. Then I feel guilty for being a slut."

"Think of it is being promiscuous. It implies that you have control over the choices you make, while slut doesn't. And there is nothing wrong with trying to find happiness as long as you don't try to hurt anybody along the way."

"I try not to. But more often than not someone gets hurt. Sometimes they take it out on me," I added in a small voice.

I could hear his teeth grinding. He was quiet for a few minutes. I could smell his sweat mingling with a pine smell and mold. For a couple of minutes it felt like the entire universe was the campfire and the two of us sitting there. 

"So you know I'm very fond of you, right Jenny?"

"Yes." Where was this going?

"Well, I was just wondering about that old line that men used to bed beautiful young women before war. We may die tomorrow. Would you like to mount a Mountie?"

"Or be mounted by one special Mountie. I'd like that very much. All this time I'd thought that I disgusted you."

"No, never that."

I took his hand and stood. "Let's go over to those trees right there." I pointed in the direction of the splash I had heard earlier. We crept over to one large tree and then ducked under the lowest hanging boughs. Luckily the pine needles were so damp they made no noise. We kneeled, facing each other.

"This is cozy," he said as he looked about. "And look, some animal is still alive around here. That's a good sign." He pointed at a small whole dug beside the trunk of the pine tree.

I felt a chill run up my spine. That was the whole I had dug to recover my clothes. We were back at Windigo's lake! A tear rolled down my cheek.

Phil brushed it away with the back of his hand. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I lied as I put my arms around his neck and kissed him.

He returned the kiss with gusto, wrapping his arms about me and pulling me against him. My hands were on his neck and shoulders. His hands were in my curls, turning my head this way and then that, but doing it ever so considerately. For a tall, well-muscled man his hands were very gentle.

I began to unbutton his shirt and his kisses moved from my tingling lips, to my chin and then my throat. He alternated kisses with gentle sucks and I moaned. My eyes closed and all I could hear were his kisses and our breathing. His mouth moved down my throat and started to move lower when it was blocked by my still-buttoned flannel shirt. I had thought he might undo the buttons, but his mouth returned to mine.

I gently nibbled his lower lip and finished working on his shirt. Somehow his arms and shoulders were bare and I was running my fingers along them. They were firm and strong and I yearned to feel them wrapped around my bare chest and back. I unbuttoned my own shirt and pulled one of his hands to my breasts. He pulled it away and grabbed me by the waist, instead.

I was lifted and then felt his mouth continuing its journey down from my throat, across my shoulders, one after the other, and finally down to my boobs. He sucked the soft flesh tenderly, making me breath faster. Then he slipped his tongue under one cup and just moistened a nipple. I gasped in surprise as it tingled and hardened.

His fingers fumbled between the cups briefly, then he reached around to my back. My breasts were briefly squeezed by the bra and then they were free. His mouth immediately went to one and his hand went to the other. Oh, Sabrina had neglected me here. Well, I was horny enough at the time that I didn't need the foreplay. I was also horny enough with Phil that I didn't need much foreplay, but every time I started to say so his mouth would meet mine and I would get distracted.

While he concentrated his affections on my tits I gently massaged his pectorals, spending some time on his nipples. There was a little response but not much. He seemed to be enjoying himself so much on my chest, squeezing and kissing, sucking and teasing. I was enjoying it too.

I felt some raindrops begin to fall on my bare skin and looked up. The odd drop was falling from the tree above us. It was our own private rainfall. Seeing I was distracted, he stopped his play and looked up as well.

"Maybe that's a signal that it's time we stripped down?" I asked.

In response, he reached for my jeans, unbuttoned and unzipped them. I stood and put my hands on his wide shoulders. He kissed my belly button and slowly pushed down my jeans, caressing my legs as he did so. I stepped out of them and he began to pull down my panties, again caressing my legs as he did so.

He kissed the top of my legs and then slowly moved his mouth over in front of my pussy. He looked up at me as if seek permission and I could only swallow and give a quick nod. He moved his face in and I felt his tongue probing between my legs as he kneeled in front of me. I stood a little bowlegged and his tongue found my folds and a shiver went through my body.

He looked up at me again and smiled a very mischievous smile. His hands went to my hips and I felt his arms tense under my hands as he supported my weight. His tongue darted out again and flicked against my clit, sending another spasm through me. I started to collapse, but he kept me on my feet. My head hung forward and my hair brushed his forehead.

His tongue returned and delved deeper into my channel. I started to grind my pussy against his mouth without thinking about it. He gave a satisfied hum and I responded with a gasp for breath as my heart beat far too quickly. My breathing came faster and faster and my mouth grew dry. It felt as if Phil were sucking me dry, like a vampire. I threw my head back as the orgasm began and Phil decided that was the time to thrust his tongue into my vagina.




Jenny's Summer Ch. 02



I spasmed free of his grasp, his mouth left my pussy and I fell across one of his shoulders as I lost all muscle control. I lay spent like that and I felt Phil's hands massaging my legs and keeping me from falling from his shoulder. After a few minutes I pushed myself off, kneeled in front of him and gave him another kiss on the lips.

"Stand up Phil. It's your turn."

He did as he was told and I loosened his jeans as he had done for me. I pulled them down and then ran my hands back up his hairy legs to his boxers. These I pulled down eagerly. He stepped out of both as I stared at his penis, rising in front of my eyes with the head slowly poking out of the foreskin.

Keeping my legs on my knees, I reached up and kissed the tip. His cock shook, in a reaction that pleased me. I reached forward with my open mouth and washed the tip with my tongue. I looked up at his face and smiled. Then I put my mouth over the head and pushed the foreskin back with my lips.

He made a low moan which made my nipples hard again and his erection hardened and lengthened so that my mouth was almost filled with him. I looked up at him again and his face showed such bliss. I licked him with my tongue, feeling the veins and silky smoothness of his flesh. There was a salty taste in my mouth and I pulled back. About a third of his length was moist with my saliva. I held his erection in my hands and gently squeezed and pumped. A droplet of thick liquid seeped out of the hole. My tongue darted out and I tasted the same salty flavour.

I looked up at his face again, slowly licked my lips and then smiled. I learned a long time ago that most men get very turned on if the woman seems to enjoy what she is doing to him. Phil was no exception. And I was enjoying what I was doing to him.

My mouth went back around the head of his cock and I played with the underside with my tongue. My hands were slowly pumping and it wasn't long before I felt Phil's hands in my hair and his hips gently swaying in time with my pumping. He was going to come soon. As I concentrated on milking him to orgasm I pondered whether I should let him come in my mouth. I usually didn't, preferring the man to spray his cum over my breasts. But Phil was different and the situation was different.

Phil began moaning and his breathing quickened. I put one hand under his balls and when his sack tensed and rose I started sucking and swallowing. His cum pulsed out of him and directly onto my tongue in my closed mouth. I swallowed as he came, briefly tasting his semen and wondering why it should taste so unusually good.

When at last he was spent, he began to go limp. I licked him as clean as I could. I had noticed that unlike most other men he had not tried to make me gag as he came; he had not forced his cock into my mouth as far as it would go. He was so considerate.

"Thank you. That was incredible. You are incredible."

"Well, very few men have made me come like you did, Phil. I thought I'd return the favour. Now that I think about it, very few women, as well. Let's cuddle for a little bit."

"You don't have to ask me twice." He lay down beside me with my head on one of his shoulders and one of his hands on my boobs.

"You are a remarkable man, Phil. You really don't hate me because I want to fuck a woman right now?"

"No. It would be different if you wanted to fuck another guy right now. But another woman doesn't quite seem like sex to me. It seems more like university girls experimenting or having a pillow fight."

"You really have no idea what it is like. It is sex or fucking or making love, just like it is between a woman and a man. But...different. I can't explain it." Phil began idly drawing circles by joining the bead of water on my chest with one of his fingers.

"So, right now you want a woman. But when you're done with her you'd want to come back to me or you would want some other guy? Or any guy? And then you would want to go back to her?"

"I'd prefer to come back to you, Phil. If you would have me." This was where I usually was yelled at or punched. I didn't want to believe Phil would react that way, but I had been surprised before.

"I'd take you back in a second. You're not fooling around. You need to do this. What if I found another woman? Would you take me back afterwards?"

"No. And I feel like such a hypocrite, but I would feel like you'd cheated on me. If we agreed to it before hand then I'd feel that you weren't committed to me and I wouldn't come back. Do you think I'm a bad person?"

He hugged me to him and kissed me. "I have to live the way I feel is right and you have to live the way you feel is right. I think you have sex or make love out of love...or well, out of a strong fondness for your partner. I don't think that's wrong. If you could find a man and a woman willing to love you at the same time then I think you would be committed to that relationship for the rest of your life."

"I would, but it's not going to happen. There are very few bisexuals out there. I'd need a man who happened to fall in love with two bisexual women, who happened to fall in love with each other. And it all has to happen about the same time. What do you think the chances of that are?"

"Well, you've found me," he said shyly. "I think if we were compatible enough to fall in love then we'd have the same taste in women, so it might not be the miracle that you think it is."

I pushed myself up onto his chest and looked him in the face. "Phil, you're not in love with me, are you?"

He took a deep breath and his mighty chest lifted me and then lowered me. "If I'm not in love with you I'm close enough to be fooled. Why do you think I came looking for you?"

"Oh, Phil, please don't love me. It will only end in hurt..." he put a finger to my lips.

"Sh. I'm a grown man and I think I fell in love with you while I thought you were a lesbian. Love is blind. Even if we never made love, I decided that I would always look out for you. I'd like you to fall in love with me, but I don't actually expect it to happen. That would be one of those miracles you're talking about."

I pushed his finger away. "I like you a lot, but I've had so many bad relationships that I'm not sure I'm open to falling in love again. I can't promise you anything."

"I didn't ask you to promise. All I ask is that you give yourself a chance. Even if you don't love me, I'll still love you. I won't dote on you or stalk you, but I will always love you."

"I think I can live with that, Phil. You are one amazing guy."

"Keep telling yourself that and you will fall for me." We both chuckled. "Say, what about Sabrina?"

"What?"

"Sabrina. You know, the pretty girl sleeping in the tent right over there. I think at the very least I could be good friends with her. She might be the type of woman I could fall in love with. What do you think of her?"

I bit my lip. "She's a lesbian, Phil. After we bathed we had sex. She is the type of woman I could fall in love with and you are the type of man I could fall in love with, but it just won't work."

"Bull. She'll take one bedroom and I'll take the other. Each night you switch bedrooms. You sleep during the day while we work. That way you don't get too tired and we all get enough love making. It could work, Jenny."

I stared at his serious face in shock. When he began to shake a little I realized he had fooled me. Once I began to laugh, he gave up his pretence and laughed as well. That was when I noticed a pleasant pressure rising between my legs.

"Something tells me that you have some energy again, kind sir." In response he grabbed my arms and pulled me into a kiss. As we kissed, I lifted my hips and reached down to steer him in. The head of his cock slid in easily, but he was still a little soft. That was okay with me; feeling a man grow big and hard inside of you is a rare treat.

His arms went around me. My nipples hardened quickly as I felt him hardening and growing inside my pussy. I ran my hands up and down his body, revelling in his masculine physique, with his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His hands went up and down my back, exploring the curve of my spine and the roundness of my bottom.

At one point he squeezed my buttocks and then pulled them apart. He gave a quick thrust and then he was buried in me right to the base of his penis. I felt marvellously full and rose to a sitting position. He fondled my breasts while I just enjoyed the feeling of being joined to him in such an intimate way.

"I don't have a condom, Jenny."

"I'm not on the pill, Phil. And you are coming inside of me, regardless. We're not thinking about the future right now, only the present." I gave him my best smile. "And thank you for warning me. I think most men wouldn't."

My hips rose and fell slowly. We both sighed in pleasure every few seconds. Waves of endorphins seemed to burst in my womb and then slowly spread through me, washing me in warmth. I could feel the mouth of my vagina, stretched open as it was, tightly wrapped around his cock. Each lowering of my hips was an impalement upon him that seemed to move my insides.

I felt a weak spasm deep inside my vagina and Phil gasped in surprise. I smiled and concentrated on trying to tighten my grip on him every time I lowered onto him. I imagined that to him it would feel as if I was slowly pulling him inside of me. Would a man appreciate the feeling? Phil seemed to be enjoying it.

There was another spasm, but I couldn't tell if it were him or me. It was the oddest feeling. He gave a quick thrust up as I lowered and a moan came forth from me as I felt a small orgasm. I bent over and kissed his open mouth. He put his arms around me, preventing me from sitting up again. It also stopped me from keeping the tempo going, but Phil started his own tempo by bucking his hips. I let him lead the way as I was getting so close.

His speed and the strength of his thrusts increased. I let out a loud moan. Then, afraid I would awaken Sabrina, I put my mouth back over Phil's. The tempo increased even more. My pussy felt awash in juices and yet white hot. The orgasm was building and was so close.

I leaned forward putting my mouth to his ear. "Oh, god. Please come inside me, Phil. I want all your sperm in my womb right now!"

And, on command, he came. His thrusting became erratic and almost painfully hard. I felt a spray inside my pussy and I pushed my fingernails into his arms.

"Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, god!" and then I could not speak. I merely lay on top of him with my mouth wide open and felt my muscles tense throughout my entire body. A tingling wave spread from where he was still thrusting into me, coursed along every nerve and every muscle and then finally dissipated in my fingers and toes.

I collapsed on to him. He asked me a question and I nodded and hummed, but I never did hear what he had asked.

XXII

During breakfast I let them know that Windigo had somehow tricked us again. I pointed out the hole by the tree and Windigo's lake. The fog still lay about us, so there was no chance of spotting the monster's island home.

Sabrina cried quietly, which made me feel so helpless. Phil ground his teeth together.

"Well, do we try again?" I asked timidly. The alternative was to kill ourselves before Windigo began his tortures.

"No. There must be another alternative," replied Sabrina, wiping her eyes.

"You're sure you didn't learn any weaknesses of the faeries during your time at the North Pole, Jenny?"

"No, Phil. The idea of killing faeries never came up in any discussion with Santa's elves." I was being catty and regretted it instantly. Neither Phil nor Sabrina deserved such treatment. "I'm sorry. I know technology and machinery harms them and while it doesn't kill them, it does render them harmless."

"How was he able to down Sabrina's plane, then?" pointed out Phil.

"I don't know, but some faeries can affect the weather." I waved at the fog around us.

"It felt like a very strong wind was buffeting the airplane. I thought I saw a moving cloud of smoke, but I couldn't believe my eyes. It had to have been him." Sabrina had stopped crying and my spirits were buoyed because of that.

"We could head back for the plane." I suggested.

"The bear didn't have any trouble approaching it once it had crashed," countered Phil. "There must be some weakness-some way to kill him. But we don't know enough."

There's this crazy old concept that when you get a brilliant idea it is like a light bulb going off in your head. I'd never believed it until that instant. Some of Holly's or Cecee's brains must have finally rubbed off on me.

"I may know someone who..." I jumped up and scuttled under the pine tree where Phil and I had made love. I crawled to the surface of the water and searched for signs of movement. How do you summon a water faerie? I immersed my hands in the freezing water and softly begged the blue woman to help us.

Phil and Sabrina followed me under the tree. I could hear them whispering and I realized that while they had begun to believe my story after encountering Windigo in his human form, they still thought many of the details were products of my strained mind.

There was a disturbance in the water and I prayed that it was not some giant sturgeon come to drag me under and devour me. The blue woman's face appeared on the surface of the gently rippling water between my hands.

"Please, please help us if you can," I begged.

She began to rise up from the water, not out of the water. My lovers gasped in shock. As she rose higher and higher until the four foot tall, slim and shimmering blue woman stood upon the now quiescent lake less than a yard from the shore. I motioned her to join us on shore. She turned towards the lake nervously and then walked forward and sat on a rock. Her feet remained attached to the lake.

She was quite beautiful, despite her unearthly translucent appearance.

"She looks exactly like Jenny!" I heard Sabrina whisper.

And to my surprise, she was right. The faerie matched my proportions with larger than average breasts that showed little sagging, a slim figure, a round bottom and long, curling hair. Even her face resembled mine. I began to wonder why this might be so and then stopped these irrelevant thoughts.

"Windigo has us trapped in this mist and we cannot escape. He is going to torture and kill us. Does he have any weaknesses? Can we fight back against him? Can we kill him?" I asked the faerie.

She tilted her head and looked at Phil and Sabrina. I could see tears rolling down her cheeks. She answered in her watery voice. "He won't kill you. He calls you his love. Those two he will torture and kill as he does most of his victims. He is very, very powerful. I am a faerie and cannot slay him."

"But why is he so powerful? I understand that he is very old and predates the india-natives, but he seems so all-powerful. How can that possibly be?" I believed in God and He would not allow such a powerful and evil creature to roam unchecked in this world.

The faerie shivered. "He plans to transform you into a lemming and secret you away inside his cairn atop the center of his island. He has others there. They constantly feed him strength from their terror and anguish. Every once in awhile he draws one out of its prison and physically tortures the poor thing. You saw that and then put it out of its misery."

I slapped a hand to my mouth. I thought I had killed a suffering animal, but in truth I had murdered another victim of Windigo's that was also a thinking being. It could have been a faerie or a human. My stomach heaved and my breakfast vomited forth. Phil and Sabrina rushed forward to comfort me with soothing words, but it would not help my conscience. My first preacher had been wrong and my second preacher had been right: I was a monster, despite the fact that I had murdered without knowing the truth.

"So, his power derives from these victims that he keeps alive in a pile of stones?" Phil asked of the faerie.

I lay back on the ground and then rolled into a foetal position.

"Yes," said the faerie.

"And if he was deprived of these victims then he would be greatly weakened?" asked Sabrina.

"Yes."

A terrible idea occurred to me. "Can anyone change these lemmings back to their original forms?"

"No. It would take a faerie of Windigo's immense power to do so," replied the blue faerie.

"If they were to be set free, would that be enough to weaken him?" I begged God that my suspicion was wrong.

"No. They are all bound to him through a spiritual link. It weakens with great distance, but he would recover each of them before they could get very far." My stomach went cold. I hated myself and what I must do to protect Phil and Sabrina. But I had to do it.

"Take me to Windigo's island. I will kill the things in the cairn and then Phil, Sabrina and yourself can escape from that monster." I sat up.

"Well that's a stupid plan, Jenny." Sabrina turned to the faerie. "You'll take me over there. Phil will help Jenny get away and then you can escape after I've done what needs to be done."

"All three of us will go," stated Phil. Sabrina started to argue, but Phil interrupted. "Jenny is not about to let either of us go over there without her and do you really think I'm going to let you two go there and risk your lives? All three of us have to go. One of us may succeed, especially if Windigo is distracted by the other two."

Sabrina and I reluctantly agreed. The most important thing was to weaken Windigo, even if it meant a torturous death for all three of us.

XXIII

The faerie and I erupted from the surface with more noise than I liked, but I was nearly drowned and could not help myself. She was a fast swimmer and had taken me right to the island entirely underwater. I found myself on all fours, catching my breath in a dimly lit cave. The faerie had warned me the cave would be cold as it had two openings leading to the surface of the island and was half filled with the cold lake water. I felt the chill from my long immersion inside and out.

I waved her off as I finished spitting out the water I had swallowed. She dove into the water without a ripple.

I turned over onto my back and listened. I heard no noise from the surface so I could only assume Windigo was off the island. I prayed to God that the Lord would view my being dragged across the bottom of the lake as a baptism of sorts, perhaps a penance. I was here to stop evil, although I was going to resort to murder to do so. Turning the other cheek would not be much help against Windigo.

The faerie suddenly pushed Sabrina up and out of the water. I helped her onto the rocks and comforted her as she coughed out water. She recovered more quickly than I had and we patiently awaited Phil's arrival.

Soon enough, the faerie brought Phil to the surface. But he was so pale and his eyes were closed. We pulled him up out of the water and he wasn't moving.

"Do you know CPR?" I asked Sabrina.

"Just what I've seen on TV shows." She moved to his side and clasped her hands together over Phil's chest.

The water faerie held her hands out to block us. Then she moved over to Phil's face. She lowered her mouth over his and kissed him. A few seconds went by and then Phil suddenly coughed. She drew away and his eyes opened and he drew in great gasps of air. He reached out and clung to Sabrina and I. His fingers squeezed painfully on my arm, but I stifled my cry of pain.

"He is so big. It took longer to get him across and he could not hold his breath any longer. I sucked the water out..." and then she cowered and looked about fearfully. "He's back," she whispered and in a fraction of a second she was in the water and had disappeared.

Sabrina had her hand over Phil's mouth to keep him quiet and we all looked up at the two exits from the cave. How long would he stay on the island? Would he sense we were here?




Jenny's Summer Ch. 02



"Weird," she told Kevin. "I should be feeling really guilty about what we did, but I don‘t. I feel great, actually."

He laughed. "You just got over yourself, that's a good thing. Feeling guilty doesn't do any good, it only stops you from enjoying."

"So can we do this again some time?" 

"Of course. You got an alarm clock?"

"Yeah, I brought one with me."

"Great. Come to my room at two in the morning, will ya? Just sneak in on me like the last two nights, I'll be doing what I always do." That made her giggle. 

"You do that quite often."

"Well, yeah, cause I don't have a girlfriend right now. And Ashleigh is in France..."

"Who's Ashleigh?"

"Our neighbor. She's 20. She's the kind of girl that loves having sex, so when I don't have a girlfriend, I tend to screw her a lot."

"Oh, and she's in France now, so you don't have anyone to have fun with. I get it."

"Maybe I do now..." He grinned down at her. Jenny grinned back. "Maybe..."



Jenny's Summer Ch. 03



Before she went to bed that night, Jenny made sure to set her alarm for the time Kevin had told her – two o’clock – and placed it under her pillow. Her heart beat distractingly fast whenever she thought of what would happen, and she couldn’t force herself to sleep. All she could do was stare into the dark and think about what she had done, and she searched herself for a feeling of guilt, but all she could find was a tingling excitement. Sighing, she rolled from one side to the other, and finally, her eyelids fell shut, just to open again what seemed like only a second later, when the alarm went off under her pillow. Groaning, she climbed out of bed, taking a few seconds to smoothen her hair and straighten her pyjama, then she tiptoed out the door and over to Kevin’s room, pushing open the door. 

She couldn’t help smiling when she saw him lying there exactly like he’d promised – naked, jerking off illuminated by the faint blue mosquito light on his desk. Leaning against the wall just like last night, she slipped her hand into her pyjama pants.

"Why don’t you come over here and let me do it?"

Kevin had stopped moving his hand and was now looking at her with arched eyebrows. With a sudden feeling of shyness, she pulled her hand back out and came over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed. Kevin looked at her and lightly touched her hand. 

"Are you okay?"

She nodded. "Yes, I’m just... back to being shy, I guess."

"That’s okay." His hand wandered up her arm and stroked it reassuringly. "Will you undress for me?"

She bit her lip. "Well... okay. But promise me you won’t... you have to..."

"I won’t do anything you don’t really want to."

"Thanks." Feeling better, she stood up from the bed and unbuttoned her pyjama top. When she let it glide over her arms and on the floor, Kevin’s eyes hung on her breasts with interest and she blushed. 

"Do you, well, like them?"

He nodded, and with another short nod encouraged her to go on. She grabbed the seam of her pants and bent to pull them down over her legs, but when she went to do the same with her panties, Kevin stopped her and stretched out his hands, pulling them down for her to reveal an untrimmed mass of short brown curls between her legs. He gazed down at them. 

"I’d look a lot better if you shaved," he told her. "Just my opinion, but you should try."

"Really?" Jenny blushed again. "I’ve never really thought about that."

"Well, you should." He gave her a smile and pulled her next to him on the bed, letting his hands glide over her breasts and stomach, then letting one of them sink deeper and between her legs. She opened them for him without even thinking about it. 

"Someone’s wet," he grinned and slowly pushed a finger inside her. She moaned, then looked down. 

"And someone’s still hard," she giggled and extended her hand to grab his cock. He withdrew his finger and stopped her. 

"No, I’ve got a better idea... come here and sit on my face!" He lay down flat on his back.

"WHAT?"

"Shh, be quiet... just come over here and sit on my face... I’ll eat you while you have full control over my cock..." He pulled her on top of him and into the position he wanted. 

"That’s weird! I feel impolite," she giggled, but stopped at once and gasped when she felt his tongue push up and into her. He licked around between the folds of her sex for quite a while, before finally paying attention to her softly pulsating clit. 

Jenny moaned in enjoyment when his tongue first made contact, then she leaned forward and finally payed attention to Kevin’s cock that stood up straight in front of her. She closed her hand around it and stroked a bit, then softly squeezed it and used both hands to slide up and down slowly. When she saw a bit of pre-cum oozing out of the tip, she rubbed it all around the head, making it slippery. She used her fingertips to explore his shaft once again, feeling Kevin’s tongue teasing her by moving in circles around her clit without ever touching it, and finally extended her own tongue to lick his cock. She wasn’t as nervous as she had been the first time when she had touched him, but her heart beat fast with excitement nonetheless. 

She kissed the head, first subtly, then she opened her mouth and sucked carefully, before finally taking it inside her mouth. She heard him groan when she did it, and finally he sucked her clit between his lips and ran his tongue over it, causing her to gasp and let the head slip out of her mouth again. Kevin pushed his hips up just a bit, urging her to go on.

She took a deep breath before opening her mouth and taking in as much cock as she could manage, forcing herself not to pull back again. Kevin groaned and thrust into her mouth, making her gag, but she only pulled away as far as necessary to stop that reaction, then took another deep breath and went right back down. 

Careful not to hurt him with her teeth, she started to bob her head up and down the way she had seen it the woman in the movie do, and after a while she got used to the pace of it, and she found out just how far she could go without gagging. Only when her lips started to hurt from being stretched around Kevin’s cock did she pull back completely, taking a few deep breaths. She was quite satisfied with herself for having managed to do this. 

She reached out with her hands again and grasped his cock, now slippery with her saliva, soon establishing a rhythm sliding up and down while Kevin worked her expertly. His tongue and lips seemed to be everywhere at once, sucking and licking her farther and farther towards an orgasm. Jenny moaned and couldn’t resist grinding her crotch in his face, causing him to reach up and grab her ass. He squeezed it rather hard while rapidly licking her clit, and she started to feel the heat building up in her lower belly again. 

"Kevin!" she moaned, pumping his cock hard with both hands. "I’m close!"

He stopped what he was doing for just a moment. "So am I, sweetheart. Will you swallow?"

"Okay," she gasped, pressing her crotch down again, urging him to go on. He did so, and in addition to his tongue caressing her clit, she could feel one of his fingers pushing into her.

"Oh yes!" Jenny moaned and bent back down to have her tongue lick the cock in her hands once again. She could feel it pulsate, quite similar to how her clit felt at the very moment, and while her hands pumped automatically, she could somehow feel him tensing up. 

Kevin added a second finger to the first darting in and out of her wet hole. She groaned, loving this sensation, and could now feel the distinct sensation of the orgasm building up rapidly. 

She gasped, feeling her body heat up as if in a fever, and when Kevin quickened the pace of the two fingers fucking her, she groaned and lost control. Her hips bucked wildly, and every part of her body tensed up, shook, spasmed and finally relaxed again. She felt fire race through her, and for a moment let herself go completely, forgetting where she was and moaning loudly. 

The only part of her seemingly not caught up in the orgasm were her hands, still busy bringing Kevin to the edge. After all he’d done for her, she couldn’t let him wait now, when he was so close. She felt his hips thrust forward once again and brought her lips down on the head just in time to start swallowing. 

She felt him contract under her hands while he shot, her trying to swallow everything but not quite managing. There was a point when she just couldn’t do it anymore, gasping for breath, not even caring that cum was shooting onto her face and into her hair. 

"Wow," was all Kevin said. 

She climbed off him, still a bit shaky, and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him. He was trying to catch his breath, just lying there, smiling at her. She smiled back, noticing how nice his body looked in the faint blue light, glistening with sweat. He was lean and muscular, exactly how she liked it. 

"So," he said when he finally sat up. "How d‘ you like that?"

"It was... amazing," Jenny confessed. "I mean, two days ago, I’d have bet my life that I wouldn’t ever allow anyone to come on my face, and now look at me..." She grinned, tying to wipe the sticky white fluid away. 

"Jeez!" He took one closer look at her and bent to grab a t-shirt that was lying on the floor. "I made a mess. I’m sorry." But he couldn’t help laughing when he wiped her face clean.

"God, you look delicious!"

That made her laugh as well. Kevin dropped the t-shirt when he was done, pulled her close and kissed her on the mouth.

"Hm," she moaned and parted her lips to let his tongue in. His hands dropped from her shoulders to her breasts, caressing them, while her hands rubbed up and down his chest. 

When they broke apart, Jenny couldn’t help yawning. That made him laugh. 

"You better go back to bed, or my parents will start wondering why you can’t keep your eyes open tomorrow. 

God yes, his parents!

"Do... do you think they heard us?" she wanted to know, looking a bit worried. If they told her parents... .

"I don’t think so. They don’t have a very light sleep or anything. Don’t worry about it." He kissed her again and handed her her pyjama, which she slipped into quickly. 

"I hope you’re right," she told him. "I don’t think my parents would be happy if they knew..."

"I am right," he assured her. "Now, off to bed with you!" He slapped her lightly on her ass, making her squeak a bit, then she went out the door and into her own room. 

Slipping into bed, she couldn’t help stretching out comfortably and sighing. She felt completely satisfied, and, for once, not guilty at all. She was pretty sure the feeling of guilt would come back in the morning, but as long as it wasnt there, she would enjoy herself. 

She grinned when she thought about how she had dreaded coming here. And now, thanks to Kevin, she was looking forward to the next two weeks of her life like nothing else. 

It wasn’t as hard to get up the following morning as she had feared. Tim and Shelly were busy loading the car with suitcases while Chad ran around looking for things he had forgotten to pack the day before. Kevin was sitting in the kitchen and eating breakfast when Jenny came in. 

"Hey," she smiled, and he grinned back at her while she went to get a bowl and a spoon. "When are they leaving?" she wanted to know. 

"Ten thirty the latest," he answered. "If they can force Chad to leave behind all those things he can’t find. He’s always like that, totally last minute."

Jenny had just sat down and started to eat when Steve entered the kitchen, and she almost dropped her spoon. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and boy, did that look good. 

"Morning," he smiled at her and went to the fridge, letting her see his muscular back. She couldn’t help staring at it, slightly open-mouthed, until she felt a drop of milk running down her chin. She hastily wiped it away, just before he turned back around, which didn’t make things any easier. The guy had a sixpack to dream about. 

"Kevin?" Tim was standing in the door. "Could you help us for a minute? And Steve, for God’s sake put on a shirt, we have a female guest sitting here."

Kevin stood up and followed his father out the door, while Steve sat down opposite Jenny and studied her for a moment. She felt a slight panic making her heart beat faster. He knew. He knew what she had done last night. 

"What?" she asked nervously.

"Well," he said, "Kevin and I were wondering if you’d like to go with us this afternoon, meet some friends of ours. I know you’re not much into sports and such, and that will probably be the only thing we'll be doing, but..."

She felt so relieved that she didn’t even give it much thought. "Sure," she told him. "I don’t mind. It would be fun." 

"Great!" he smiled. "We’ll go there at about three o’clock, I think."

"Okay," she nodded, and continued to eat her cereals trying not tu slurp or spill in front of Steve. 

Timm, Shelly and Chad finally left at ten fourty-five with all three Kevin, Steve and Jenny standing in the driveway, waving good-bye. 

"Whew," Kevin said when they were gone. "Finally!" 

"Yeah," Steve agreed. "I like it that way. I’ll have fun with Erin, you guys will have fun with each other, everybody’s happy. I’ll love those two weeks." He smiled, turned and went back into the house. 

Jenny stood there frozen, before she finally turned to Kevin, who didn’t seem to notice anything special about Steve’s comment.

"Did you.... did you TELL HIM?"

Kevin seemed to be surprised by her sharp tone. "Yeah," he said "Of course."

"You Asshole!"

"What the hell is your problem?" he wanted to know. "I tell Steve everything."

"Well, maybe you should have warned me about that BEFORE!"

"Before? WHY in hell? What does it matter to you if he knows?"

"It matters! It matters greatly to me, okay?"

"What...?" He looked pissed off for a moment, then grabbed her shoulders. 

"Are you into my brother?"

She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to either. 

"Yes. Yes, of couse you are." He shook her slightly, then let go of her and stepped back. "He has a girlfriend, do you know that?"

"Of course I know that," she snapped. "Asshole. If you tell him that, Kevin, I will never talk to you again, do you hear?"

"Yeah. Alright. Calm down, will you?" He reached out again to touch her shoulders, but much softer this time. "I’m really sorry, Jenny. I didn’t know you’d mind so much."

"Fine," she muttered, not feeling fine at all. "I just... I don’t want him to think I’m a slut."

"You‘re not a slut," he said automatically. "You’re a great girl, Jenny."

"Yeah, whatever." She turned and went back towards the house, feeling cheated. 

Kevin showed up half an hour later in Jenny‘s bedroom, where she was lying on her bed, reading. She looked up from the book and forced herself to smile. 

"Are you still mad at me?" he wanted to know, sitting down next to her and resting a hand on her back. 

"A bit," she answered. 

"And can I do anything to change that?" He let his hand glide deeper and onto her ass, and she knew where it was going. 

"No, Kevin. I don’t want to."

"Are you sure?" He started rubbing her crotch, carefully watching her face. She couldn’t help it as the tingling excitement flushed through her once again, leaving her quite horny and enjoying the touch. She bit her lip and shook her head.

"Don’t!"

"Oh, please. You want to, and we both know that." He rolled her over onto her back and knelt between her legs, reaching out to open her jeans. She caught his wrists. 

"I said don’t!"

"And you meant yes."

He attempted to get his wrists free, and she dug her fingernails into his flesh, a thing he didn’t like at all. After a few seconds of silent struggle, he had her pinned to the bed, both of her hands unable to stop his free one that pulled down her zipper. 

"Now, you know I’m stronger than you are. Will you stop struggling?"

"No!"

"Whatever." His hand found its way inside her panties, going right for her clit. She moaned when a wave of sensations hit her.

He pulled his hand back out and attempted to pull her jeans down single-handedly. The zipper scratched against her thigh and made her yell out. 

"Stop! It’s okay, I won’t struggle, but please use both of your hands! That hurts!"

"Alright." He let go of her hands and pulled her jeans and panties down more slowly, carefully not to hurt her. As soon as she was out of them, she kicked out with her right foot, hitting him in the gut. 

He doubled over, but managed to grab her around the waist before she could get off the bed. 

"You bitch!" he hissed and before she could stop him had given her one hard slap on her naked ass. 

"You bastard!" She struggled to get free, but his grip was like steel as he put her back on the bed and into the position he wanted her in. He was mad now, she could see that, and it scared her a bit. Still, all he did was hold her wrists tightly while starting to lick her crotch. His tongue entered her hole, darting in and out, before his lips closed around her clit. She moaned as he sucked it hard, even pushing up her hips in response. 

When he was sure she was too caught up in it to start struggling again, he let go of her wrists, bringing one hand down to finger-fuck her while the other one pinched her nipple, making her moan hard. He kept it that way for quite a while, two fingers fucking her, his tongue teasing her clit, and his other hand switching between her nipples, making both of them hard as rocks. 

She started to thrust her hips up everytime he pushed his fingers inside her, causing them to go deeper and deeper. Her thighs, left and right of his head, were shaking uncontrollably, a sure sign that she was really into it. 

And right when she was about to come, he stopped. 

Her eyes that had been closed popped open and she stared down at him.

"Kevin..."

"Do you forgive me?" he wanted to know. 

"What?"

"Do you forgive me?" he repeated. "Yes or no?"

"I don’t have a choice, do I?" she whispered, trying to thrust her crotch upwards to get some stimulation. He grinned at her.

"Not really."

"Alright. Fine, I forgive you, just... hurry up, please!"

Obediently, he lowered his head again, sucking her clit into his mouth and running his tongue over it at a rapid pace while his fingers entered her once again.

"Oh... my... God..." Jenny moaned, and her hips thrust against his face hard when the orgasm hit her. Her face flushed violently and her hands grabbed his hair, trying to push him down so he wouldn’t withdraw. 

Finally, her grip relaxed and Kevin was able to pull away. She was lying there with her eyes closed and cheeks flushed.

"You bastard," she said again, though this time she sounded quite peacefully. He only laughed. 

"Yeah, well, you said you’d forgiven me."

"I did." She sat up and looked at him. "Don‘t think you’re always gonna get away that easily."

"Oh, don’t worry." He crawled forward and sat down next to her.

"What did you tell him?" she asked. 

"Huh?"

"Steve. What exactly did you tell him about me?"

"Ah, well. I went to his room this morning cause he’d hogged my favorite shirt again, and we kinda started talking about what we’re gonna do, now that mom and dad are gone. And when he said you seemed okay to him, but too concerned about being a good little girl than to party along with us, I had to tell him that that’s not... well... entirely true."

"What did he say?"

"Not all that much. It surprised him alright, but he didn’t say all that much, except how he liked that you had such an innocent face, and how he’d love to see that innocent face of yours suck cock sometime."

"Oh." She flushed a deep red. Kevin saw it and arched his eyebrows. "Boy, you ARE into him, huh?" He didn‘t seem to mind too much, though.

"Oh yes." She sighed a bit. "He’s hot. I’m trying to just forget about him."

"Why?" 

"WHY? Are you kidding me? You told me yourself, he’s got a girlfriend. Besides, he doesn’t care for me."

"I was mad at you when I said that. I mean, they do have a pretty... uh, open relationship."

"Meaning what?"

"Meaning I don’t think he’d mind if it was his cock he could watch your innocent face suck."

She covered her face with her hands. "I don’t think I could do that."

"I don’t assume he’s going to force you," Kevin said diplomatically. "It’s up to you."

"Gee thanks. That helps."

He laughed. 

"Well, I’m outta here. You might want to get dressed again," he advised her. "You know, Steve might come in. He might not be able to resist."

She threw her pillow at him. He caught it and threw it back, vanishing through the door before she could react. 



Jenny's Summer Ch. 04



Jenny was ready at a quarter to three, sitting in the living room and waiting for the two boys to get their stuff together. She still wasn’t too excited about sports, but she was excited about the prospect of seeing Steve play sports. Because in this heat, sports making Steve sweat and getting him to take off his shirt wasn’t altogether unlikely. 

Then, suddenly, the doorbell rung. 

"I’ll get it!“ she yelled and jumped off the couch. 

Opening the door, she expected to see the mailman or one of the friends they were going to meet in a few minutes, but it was a girl that was standing there. Not very tall, but extremely slim and tanned, with chin length brown hair and big chocolate brown eyes. She was very pretty, too. 

"Hey,“ the girl said, "You must be Jenny. Steve’s told me about you. I’m Erin.“ She extended one small, tender hand. 

Jenny had a hard time pretending to like her.

Then, Steve was suddenly behind her, having come to look who was at the door. 

"Hey babe!“ he exclaimed, and she hugged and kissed him, disgustingly long. 

"What are you doing here?“ Steve wanted to know when he was able to breathe again. "I thought you wanted to come tonight.“

"I’ll have to work,“ she explained, "so I thought I’d come over for a bit now.“

And her hand went right to his crotch.

Steve’s face broke into a grin, right as Kevin appeared on the stairs. 

"Whoa-ha, hey Erin,“ he greeted the girl. "I take it you’re not coming with us then, Steve?“

"No way I am when my girl’s here,“ Steve gave back. Jenny swallowed, but managed to look cheery. 

"Well, let’s go then!“ Kevin punched Jenny‘s shoulder in what was supposed to be a cheerful gesture, grabbed his bag, and they went out the door. 

 "Don’t let it bother you,“ Kevin advised her later, when they were sitting on the bleachers together. Kevin was taking a break from playing basketball, drinking water while the sweat was dripping down from his face. As Jenny had assumed before, all the guys had taken their shirts off and were doing their best to impress the girls that were sitting around, which were quite a few. They were mostly younger though, fourteen or fifteen, and Jenny didn’t really get into talking to them. 

She did enjoy watching the guys play, most of them were really nice to look at, but she wished Steve was among them, trying to impress no one but her with his play. 

"Bored, are you?“ Kevin gave her a look before wiping his face with his shirt. She smiled. 

"Well, it’s nice. I mean, it’s interesting to watch, and...“

"You are bored,“ he realized. She blushed. 

"I’m sorry.“

"It’s okay. I’ve had enough anyway. We can go home and just maybe watch a movie or something.“

"Okay.“ That sounded a lot better to her. 

She watched Kevin pack his things and say good bye to his friends, then they started to walk back to the house in the heat. 

"What if Erin is still there?“ she suddenly remembered. "They won’t like having us walk in on them.“

"They might.“ Kevin grinned down on me. "You know, Erin and I have rather similar tastes, if you catch my drift.“

"I don’t.“ She was confused. 

"Watching and being watched,“ Kevin said pointedly. "I like it, and so does she.“

"Are you serious? ERIN likes being watched?“

"Mhm. And Steve doesn’t mind, cause he knows how much of a turn on it is for her. They sometimes invite me to.“

"Watch them, you mean?“

He nodded. 

"Both ways. You know, that second time you walked in on me? It got me really horny, having you stand there and watch me. And you didn’t have a clue I was watching you as well. That was great.“

"Ah,“ she said. "Wow. But... does Steve....“

"He doesn’t,“ said Kevin. "Once, Erin had me make out with her, and it was really nice. I mean, Steve watching me with his girlfriend, come on. It was great. But Steve didn’t enjoy it all that much, unfortunately. I’d have liked to repeat that.“ He smiled at the memory. 

Jenny was surprised that these revelations didn’t shock her nearly as much as she thought they would. As a matter of fact, this tingling she always got in her stomach when she was excited, or turned on, or both, was just now returning.

 When they got to the house, everything seemed quiet. They went throuh the door and Kevin dropped his bag and went upstairs to get a fresh shirt, and only when Jenny passed the living room door, she heard someone moan quietly inside. And this time, it sure wasn’t a movie.

The door wasn’t completely closed, and she pushed it open, revealing Steve, who was sitting on the couch, seemingly enjoying himself with eyes closed, while Erin’s head was buried in his lap, her brown hair falling over her face, hiding what was going on. 

For a minute or so, she stood there and watched Erin’s head bob up and down, until she felt Kevin’s hand touch her shoulder. Embarrassed, she stepped back and extended her arm to close the door, but that was when Kevin grabbed that arm and stepped into the room, pulling her after him. 

"Hey guys,“ he greeted them. Steve opened his eyes lazily and smiled at them, while Erin didn’t react at all. Jenny was the only one who clearly didn’t enjoy herself, standing there with her cheeks flushed. Althoug Kevin had prepared her for this, she was totally uncomfortable. 

Finally, Erin took a break and popped up from Steve’s lap. "Oh, hey,“ she smiled. 

"Hey Erin,“ Kevin greeted her, while Jenny couldn’t help staring at exactly the place where Erin’s head had been until a moment ago. 

"Goodness, it’s huge!“ she blurted out.

"What?“ Steve only now really looked at her, and it took him a moment to realize what she was referring to. Kevin was the first to burst out laughing, soon followed by Erin and Steve. Jenny’s head felt like it was going to burst from the heat that was rushing into it, but finally she also started to giggle about her comment. 

"Girl, you’re great,“ Steve chuckled and extended a hand. "Come here!“

She came, slowly, still blushed, not knowing what he was about to do. Then she saw the look on Kevin’s face, and realized that it had to be exactly the thing they had talked about earlier. He pulled her towards his lap and she knelt down in front of him, her heart beating fast with excitement whet she suddenly realized what was happening – she was about to suck Steve’s cock. Steve’s! 

She extended her hands and pumped up and down a few times, realizing that it really was quite a bit bigger than Kevin’s, before she lowered her head. Everything was all slick with Erin’s saliva, a thing that grossed her out a bit at first, but then she decided that it couldn’t be all that bad. After all, she was determined to make a good impression on Steve. 

Her lips engulfed the head while her tongue swirled around it, poking and teasing, rubbing against the sensitive skin, then she inched lower, trying not to gag. 

"Take it slowly,“ she suddenly heard Erin’s voice. "Give yourself time to get used to the size.“

She did so, taking only a bit at a time, pulling back occasionally to take a deep breath.

"Try to breathe through your nose without gagging,“ Erin instructed her. Jenny tried. And gagged, with Steve so deep in her throat. She pulled back.

"Try again,“ Erin commanded. "Try to get the angle right. Not that shallow.“

Jenny tilted her head until it seemed right to Erin, then inched back down – and suddenly it was easier. She was even starting to learn how to deal with the gag reflex. 

From time to time, Steve would moan with approval, and now that she had it figured out quite well – for a beginner, she assumed, Erin probably sucked him much more expertly – he twisted his fingers into her hair and pulled her very softly deeper onto his cock. 

They established a rhythm. She would come up, slurping, until only the head remained in her mouth, and he would pull her softly back down as far as possible, pushing her to her limit. 

After a while though, he was getting close, and that was when he started thrusting his hips upwards, getting himself deeper into her mouth. The first time, she promptly gagged again.

"Relax,“ she heard Erin’s voice. "And relax your throat. Just meet the thrusts and try not to care.“ 

That sounded like a truly great advice. 

She relaxed as much as possible, Steve waiting patiently when she slid her lips back down. 

"Oh,“ said Erin, "and you can try to massage his balls a bit, he likes tha... –at.“

Jenny looked up, surprised, when she heard Erin’s voice falter for a moment, just to see that Kevin had his hands in her panties, and she was rubbing his crotch pretty nicely as well. 

Then she turned her attention back to Steve, and with a short nod encouraged him to thrust again.

I will not gag, she thought. I will not. Not now. Even if my throat hurts like hell, I will not gag. She would have gritted her teeth, but such a thing obviously wasn’s possible right now. And then came his first thrust, and she met it, letting it go deep into her throat, but didn’t gag. 

Realizing that she had it figured out, Steve grabbed her hair harder and yanked her down, deep onto his cock. He was grunting with every thrust now, going at it hard, but she didn’t gag anymore. And finally, not that much later, he gave one final yank at her hair and thrust in deep, holding her tight so she couldn’t escape, shooting his cum deep into her throat while he groaned, obviously enjoying this a lot. 

Then, he pulled away, throwing himself onto the couch spread-eagled and looking down at her. 

"Are you okay?“ 

She nodded, feeling dizzy, and stood up. She swallowed carefully and half expected Kevin to say something encouraging, but one look told her that he was still busy thrusting into Erin’s hand at the other end of the couch.

"Don’t worry about them,“ Steve told her, looking the same way she did. "They’ll be done soon enough.“

"I feel dizzy,“ she told him. His eyebrows shot up. 

"Oh? Might be lack of oxygen. That’s why Erin told you to breathe through your nose. Come here.“ He pulled her onto the couch and close to him. She was pretty sure that this wasn’t a good thing to do to her dizzyness, since she couldn’t be expected to breathe normally so close to him, but she let her head rest against his chest anyway, smelling the intoxicating scent that was Steve’s sweat, Steve’s arousal, Steve’s aftershave and just plain Steve. It was delicious. 

"That was really good,“ he told her while stroking her hair. "For a beginner, I mean. I liked it.“

"That’s good,“ she said, suddenly feeling sleepy. "I’m glad you did.“

Next to them, Kevin came with a groan, and almost simultanuously, Erin with a cry. Steve watched the scene with no more than a mild interest.

"You’ll be a prime cocksucker in no time,“ he assured Jenny, smiling.

Did that mean she’d get to do it again?

"So,“ said Kevin when he had composed himself, looking at the clock. "It’s six thirty. What do we do with the rest of the day?“

"Well, I definitely have to go!“ Erin jumped off the couch. "I’ve got to work at seven, and I need a shower first.“

"What?“ Steve didn’t seem too happy about that. "Aw, come on Erin, you can’t just leave now!“

She gave him a look. "I told you I have to. But what about you guys come over tomorrow, to go swimming?“

"Hell yeah!“ Kevin said. "Erin’s parents got an indoor pool,“ he explained, turning to Jenny. "It’s awesome.“

Steve was still sulking. "You didn’t even let me fuck you,“ he said. 

Erin rolled her eyes. "You can fuck me tomorrow. Whenever you want to.“

"Deal!“ Steve withdrew his arm from around Jenny and stood up, pulling up his pants. Then he walked over to Erin and kissed her deeply. Kevin also closed his pants and went to sit next to Jenny. 

"So,“ he said. "Was that fun?“

She smiled at him, quite happily. "Yeah,“ she said quietly, looking at Erin and Steve, who were finally finished with their kiss. 

"Just come between nine and eleven,“ Erin advised them while moving towards the door, eyeing the clock nervously. "See you, Jenny!“ She gave the other girl a smile and was gone. 

 Jenny felt way too exhausted to consider giving someone another blowjob, and she hoped that this wasn’t how Steve and Kevin were planning to spend the evening. And they didn’t. As a matter of fact, the three of them ended up playing cards until midnight, with the two boys sipping beer while teaching Jenny some highly complicated game that apparently didn’t have a name. She had fun though, and so did Kevin and Steve. When they finally decided to go to bed, both boys kissed her on the cheek and wished her a good night, making her feel absurdly happy. 

And for a reason, she realized when she slipped into bed. She had only just discovered how much fun all things sexual could be, and here she was, being able to look forward to an incredible summer with two hot boys who definitely didn’t mind teaching her all she needed to know. 

Just that one of them was way too hot for comfort. But she’d deal with that, somehow. 



Jenny's Summer Ch. 05



Jenny was impressed when she first stepped through the door and saw the pool. It wasn’t huge, but very luxurious, plants lining the windowless walls, the deck chairs along one wall covered with snowy white towels, a hot tub in one corner and a huge fridge in the other. Erin was already floating in the middle of the pool, wearing a black and red bikini.

"There you are," she called when she saw them coming down the stairs. "I was wondering if you’d overslept or something!" She floated towards them.

"As a matter of fact, we did," Kevin told her when the three of them had reached the chairs and started to undress. "It was all Steve’s fault though." He pulled his t-shirt over his head. 

Steve just gave him a look and pulled his pants down, revealing his black trunks. Then he walked over to where Erin had just reached the edge and jumped right in.

Jenny had also finished undressing and uncertainly looked over to Kevin, who was just pulling down his pants. He looked back at her. 

"Why don’t you go in?"

She shrugged her shoulders and sat down by the edge of the pool, letting her feet dangle in the water. Steve and Erin were busy kissing hello, and she already had her hands down his trunks. 

Kevin sat down next to her, giving her a look. 

"You should get over that," he told her. "You just make it hard for yourself when you don’t take your mind off things."

Whatever, she thought. 

Steve and Erin had meanwhile discovered that the other two made no move to come into the water. They swam over to them, Erin playfully pulling Kevin’s legs farther in, while Jenny’s heart started to increase its pace once again when Steve placed himself between her legs and simply liftet her up and carried her away from the edge. 

"Cold!" she said, wrapping her legs around his hips. 

"Yeah," he agreed. One of his hands came up and covered her breast, squeezing it lightly. "I like those," he told her while carrying her farther away from Erin and Kevin, towards the other end of the pool. Belatedly, Jenny realized that Erin, being very slim, also had rather small breasts.

"You miss that sometimes?" she wanted to know. He nodded and bent his head, taking one of her nipples between her teeth through the thin material of her bikini. She hadn’t even realized that they’d gone hard. 

She squirmed a bit, ending up rubbing her crotch against Steve’s. He let go of her nipple at once. 

"Hm," he said, and she was pressed into a corner. They had reached the other end of the pool. Steve grabbed the edges for support and started to press against her, making her feel his cock through the thin material of his trunks, which was just starting to grow hard. Holding on to his shoulders, she pressed back excitedly, rubbing against him. Steve groaned quietly, urging her to go on.

Over Steve’s shoulder, Jenny could see that Kevin was keeping Erin busy, holding her face into his crotch, giving her a bit of time alone with Steve. She moved her hips up and down rapidly, feeling happily how hard Steve had grown. 

"Damnit," she heard him say. "If you weren’t a virgin, I’d fuck you right here and now."

"I bet you would," she muttered and let her hands wander down to his crotch. Rubbing gently, she looked into his eyes. 

"What do you want me to do?" she asked. He shook his head. 

"I don’t care, as long as... god, yes!" His eyes closed. Jenny had pulled down his trunks and grabbed his cock. It felt weird in the water, somehow artificial.

"Would you mind sitting at the edge like Kevin does?" she asked. "That would make it easier."

He was up there in less than a second, his cock standing up straight. She grabbed it again and started rubbing it, bringing her tongue down to lick the head and tasting chlorine. A tingle of satisfaction shot through her when she realized how comfortable she was by now with this process. 

She rubbed for quite a while before Steve wanted more.

"Take it," he ordered her, and she opened her mouth. She managed to deep-throat him once, without choking, but when she came back up, slurping, she felt something poking at her crotch.

With a cry, she spun around, just to see Kevin’s grinning face right in front of her. "Having fun?" he wanted to know. 

"Gosh Kev, you scared me to death!" She gave him a look that she hoped was evil, then looked around for Erin. 

The other girl had left the water and was now lying in one of the deck chairs, watching the other three. Steve, upon seing her, stood up and went over to her, pulling her bikini off her.

"And just what is that supposed to be?" Erin wanted to know when she was finally naked. Steve grinned and pulled his trunks down as well. 

"You said whenever I wanted to."

"Oh." Now, that she knew what was coming, she smiled in anticipation, spreading her legs to reveal that she was completely shaved. Steve crawled on top of her and entered her with one hard stroke. 

Jenny gasped when she saw that, watching the couple with huge eyes, her feeling of excitement mingling with anticipation and nervousness. 

"Don‘t worry," Kevin whispered into her ear while slipping one arm around her waist. "They fuck so often that Erin’s used to that. Nobody would be so hard on you."

That didn’t calm her one bit. As a matter of fact, knowing that this would be a thing she’d have to go through as well did give her the feeling of having swallowed a stone. On the other hand, when she saw Steve thrusting so rapidly and Erin raising her hips to meet him, both of them moaning, she started to get just a little bit turned on. She moved her ass slightly towards Kevin’s crotch, smiling when he read the sign correctly and brought his hands down, slipping them inside her bikini bottom. Two fingers promptly started to fuck her, while the other hand worked her clit hard. 

"Keep going," she whispered, her eyes fixed on Erin and Steve. Kevin laughed quietly. 

"I’m glad you’re enjoying it. When are you gonna let me fuck you?"

She bit her lip. "I don’t know. I’m not sure I’m ready."

"Of couse you are."

"I’m not sure. I want it to be special." 

"Special, huh?" Kevin brought his mouth close to her ear, to make sure the other two couldn’t hear him. "Why don’t you just say that you want it to be with Steve?"

She opened her mouth to protest, but then realized that he was right. She did want Steve to be the first to fuck her.

"Do you think that’s wrong?" she wanted to know. 

"I don’t know." Suddenly, a new sensation. She felt a third finger enter her, stretching her out. She gasped, not knowing what to make of this. 

"He certainly has more experience deflowering," Kevin admitted. "So maybe it’s the right thing to do. I guess you just gotta ask him."

She swallowed when she thought about that. Steve? Who was just thrusting into Erin like she was made of rubber? On the other hand, Kevin had just assured her that he would certainly be gentler with her. But having to ask him?

"Will you ask him?" she whispered. 

"What, me?" Kevin seemed surprised. "No way. If you really want him, you gotta do that yourself."

The three fingers started to feel good. She pushed against them rhythmically while her clit pulsated under Kevin‘s fingertips. 

At that moment, Steve came hard inside Erin, and she with him. Both moaned loudly, spasming, collapsing. Finally, Steve lifted himself off her with a grunt and stood up.

"Damn," he said, "I needed that." He helped Erin up and looked at Kevin and Jenny, still in the water.

"Are you guys gonna come out?" he wanted to know. "You know your skin will start shriveling if you’re in the water too long."

"Shut up honey, you don’t wanna deny Jenny her bit of fun," Erin grinned, who had seen what was the matter at once. But Kevin pulled his hands away. 

"We’ll continue that later," he decided, crawling out. He then turned around and helped Jenny out of the water. Erin brought towels for all of them, and they sat down in the chairs around a table, with Erin and Steve still completely naked. 

"So Jenny," Erin said, leaning forward with a look of interest on her face. "How do you like being away from home so far?"

Steve’s and Kevin’s eyes suddenly opened wide, both fixating on Jenny’s face.

"Well," she said, rubbing her forehead, unsure what to say. "It’s definitely been a... learning experience, you know."

Erin’s eyebrown arched up. "It has?" she asked innocently. "In what way?"

"Oh, in many ways," Jenny answered. "It has given me a whole new perspective on things."

"Really?" Erin’s eyes flicked at Kevin, who was trying to hide his grin, and then back to Jenny. 

"Oh yes," Jenny assured her. "Kevin and Steve are really nice to me as well." She grinned, getting into the game.

"I’m sure they are," Erin nodded, with a serious look on her face. "They are such lovely boys, don’t you think?"

"Oh yes, they certainly are," Jenny answered. "I was afraid when I got here that I‘d get bored but... they’ve included me in many of their activities."

Steve burst out laughing. "I like that one," he told the girls. "We’ve included her in our activities."

"Oh, but you certainly have!" Erin stood up. "Anyone want a drink?"

She walked over to the fridge with the towel wrapped around her waist, opening it and looking at the cans inside. "We’ve got coke, mountain dew, beer, pepsi..."

"Beer," said Steve and Kevin at the same time. Jenny shrugged her shoulders. "I don‘t care."

Erin returned with beer for the boys and two cans of mountain dew for Jenny and herself. After handing them out to everybody, she fell back into her chair and looked around. 

"You know what I really want to do tonight?" she asked them. "Watch a movie. We haven’t done that for the longest time."

"Hmm, good idea!" Steve took a sip of his beer and looked at his girlfriend. "You got something special in mind?" 

Erin shook her head. "No, I’ll leave it to you."

Jenny looked from one to the other. "Excuse the interference," she said, "but what’s all that exciting about a movie?"

"Well, think," said Kevin. "What kind of movie could we possibly be all that excited about?" 

Jenny drew her brows together. "Oh," she said finally. "Oh, right. I get it."

"And she didn’t even blush," Steve noted, his eyes on her. "Damn Jenny, you’ll be a little slut in no time, if you keep going at this pace."

Jenny promptly blushed, which made everyone laugh. "Thanks," she said. "I guess I’ll take that as a compliment."

"It was meant as one," Steve responded, taking another sip of his beer. "But getting back to the movie, I’ll take care of getting a good one. Two, maybe."

"Great!" Erin smiled, apparently satisfied. Then she was silent.

For a few minutes, nobody said anything. They just looked at each other, sipping their drinks, out of topics to talk about for the moment. 

Finally, Erin stretched out her legs and dropped her towel. 

"I’m horny," she anounced. 

"You just fucked," Kevin pointed out. 

"That doesn’t matter. I’m horny again. Come on Steve!" She nudged her boyfriend with an elbow. 

Steve set his can of beer down on the table. "What do you want?" he asked lazily. He clearly wasn’t in the mood right now.

Erin stood up and pulled him up from his chair as well. "Oh, come on, you can’t be that worn out!"

"I am," he protested and tried to sit down again, but Erin pulled him away from the table and down onto the floor. "Lay down," she commanded. Rolling his eyes, he obliged. 

Erin didn’t waste any time and sat down on his chest, smiling down at him. 

"Lick me, please!"

He sighed, but grabbed her ass and pulled her onto his face, thrusting out his tongue. Erin moaned in enjoyment and closed her eyes, while Kevin and Jenny watched with interest. 

Steve lifted Erin off his face again. 

"At least," he said, "let Jenny suck my cock!"

Erin turned her head and looked at the other girl. "Will you do it?"

"Sure." Jenny stood up and came over, Kevin walking right behind her. 

"Erin," he said, positioning himself in front of her. "Pretty please?"

Erin just laughed. "Take off your pants then," she commanded, and Kevin was quick to pull them down, step out of them and hold his cock in front of Erin’s face. She opened her mouth and swallowed at once. 

Seing that, Jenny knelt down between Steve’s legs and grabbed his completely soft cock, stroking it lovingly up and down first with her fingertips, them with her fist until he was hard. Bringing her head down, she extended her tongue to lick around his balls, a thing she hadn’t done before. After a while, Steve groaned and thrust his hips up, indicating that he wanted more. Jenny positioned her lips right above his cockhead. Get the angle right, she reminded herself, breathe through your nose, fuck the gag reflex. 

She slid her lips down, taking him deep. It worked fine, and she came back up slurping, just to go right back down. 

After the third or fourth time, she realized surprised that she was having a lot of fun doing that. Her clit even began to tingle between her legs, and she brought one hand down to rub it while continuing to suck happily with her lips stretched around Steve’s cock.

Finally, she decided that it was time for something different. While her fingertips massaged the head, her lips and tongue went down the shaft, nibbling softly, and, when he responded by groaning, a bit harder. 

She did this for quite some time, not even realizing how much she was teasing him until his hands came down and yanked her hair hard. She let out a yelp, but was mercilessly pulled onto his cock. Once her lips were stretching around his shaft again, Steve started thrusting and pulling her hair, not giving her any time for a breather. She took him as deep as she could, gasping for air whenever possible, trying to break free from his grip to go down at her own pace, but he wouldn’t allow it. He held her there mercilessly, until she felt him contract and starting to shoot off. 

His hands had slipped from her hair as soon as his orgasm started, and when she couldn’t swallow anymore, she pulled away and let the rest settle on her chest. Gasping for breath, she sat there between his legs, seeing Erin, who had apparently just come as well, climb off her boyfriend‘s face. Kevin was already waiting closeby; obviously, Erin had finished him rather quickly. 

Steve sat up and looked at Jenny gasping for breath, concern in his face.

"I’m sorry," he said, drawing Erin’s and Kevin’s attention to the girl. "I didn’t mean that."

"What happened?" Kevin wanted to know, a confused look on his face. 

"Umm," Steve looked quite embarrassed. "She teased me a bit too much and I lost control. I couldn’t hold back."

"I’m sorry," Jenny croaked before anyone could say anything. "I didn’t realize it was that bad for you." She coughed; her throat hurt.

"It’s not your fault," Erin said quickly. "You don’t know him that well, and you couldn’t see his face or anything. Don’t worry about it."

"I worry about it," Steve protested. "I gotta make it up to her somehow. I mean, she was the only one right now who didn’t get anything."

"It’s okay, really." Jenny was able to talk normally again. "You just owe me," she added, grinning. "I’ll collect it sometime."

"Well, alright." Steve stood up and offered her a hand. At that moment, they heard a door go and a female voice yell "Erin!"

"Shit, my mom!" Erin managed to roll her eyes before sprinting to get her towel. She wrapped around herself before kicking the two pieces of her bikini behind one of the plants. Steve and Kevin also grabbed towels to wrap around their waists, while Jenny, who was the only one still wearing clothes, wrapped her towel around her shoulders to conceal the white liquid dripping down her chest. Only a second after she’d done that, a woman who was obviously Erin’s mother opened the door on top of the stairs and peered down at them. 

"Oh, I didn’t know you had guests," she said, smiling. "Hi Steve, hi Kevin. And you are...?" She gave Jenny a questioning look. 

"Jenny," Kevin introduced. "Her parents are good friends of ours, and she’s come to spend the summer with us."

"How lovely," Erin’s mother smiled. "Now Erin, we’re going to have lunch in about half an hour, are your friends going to stay?" 

"Ah... no thanks," said Steve. "We’ve something planned already, thank you."

"Well, that’s fine then. Just be ready on time, Erin." She nodded at her daughter and then closed the door again. 

"Damn," sighed Erin, "that was close." She dropped her towel again and collected her bikini. "Do you need to wash your hair?" she asked in Jenny’s direction. "I know the boys don’t care about all the chlorine, but I do."

Jenny nodded, and Erin took her by the hand, leading her out a glass door into a huge bathroom, in which everything seemed to be bright green, from the towels to the toothbrushes. She closed the door and made a presenting gesture. 

"Mine," she said. "My parents don’t like to use it for some reason, so I’ve got it all by myself."

"That’s really cool!" Jenny was impressed, considering the size of the room and the obvious expensiveness of it. Erin smiled and went to turn on the shower.

"Here’s shampoo, and some vanilla shower gel, and conditioner’s right there," she pointed. "You can go first."

But all of a sudden, Jenny realized she’d have to undress in front of the other girl. She stood there thinking. What would Erin, herself so smoothly shaved, think of her quite hairy – 

"Jenny?" Erin looked at her questioningly. "What’s wrong?"

"Well..." Her face flushed.

"Do you have a problem with undressing in front of me?"

"No..." Shit, why was it so much harder to tell Erin she was embarrassed than giving a guy a blowjob? "It’s just... I know it’s silly, but you’re shaved so nicely, and I..."

Erin drew together her eyebrows, then she smiled, putting her hand reassuringly onto the other girl’s shoulder. 

"Kevin said something to you, didn’t he? I know he loves shaved."

Jenny nodded. "He did." 

"And would you like to go shaved?" Big brown eyes looked at her questioningly. She chewed her lip.

"I think so. Yeah... I think it would feel better. I would feel better."

"Then why don’t you come over tomorrow and let me do it?"

"You would...?"

"I would. No problem. It can be a lot of fun." Her smile widened.

"Thank you."

"Like I said, no problem."





Steve hadn’t been quite truthful when he had told Erin’s mother that they had planned something for lunch. The reason, as he explained, was that she was a health food fanatic, and served the in his opinion most disgusting things for lunch. As soon as they were home, Kevin took out two pizzas from the freezer and put them in the oven, while Jenny lay down on the couch in the living room. Steve went upstairs into his room.

"So," said Kevin, sitting down opposite her. "I see you’re getting into our lifestyle."

"Yeah," she answered, blinking. "It’s exciting."

"Are you still planning on asking Steve to fuck you, then?"

She nodded. "Right after I’ve eaten my pizza."

"Burning for it, are you?"

"Not at all," she said, not quite truthful, and Kevin sensed that at once. 

"Right." He made a face.

She bit her lip, thinking. "I just can’t believe I’m ASKING somebody to do this to me, somebody I’m not even going out with. That’s so not me!"

"Ah," was all Kevin said.

"Ah what?"

"Ah, I was wondering when you’d be back on the guilt trip, that’s all."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I’m just noticing. You sucked Steve’s cock twice without going on about how it was wrong, you watched them fuck and got turned on instead of grossed out. You were having fun, that’s why. Now you’re super nervous, and you get started on the ‚I can’t believe I’m doing this‘ line again."

"And what’s so wrong about that?"

"I didn’t say it was wrong. I just want you to get over yourself."




Jenny's Summer Ch. 05



She frowned and stared at her feet for a long moment, silent. The she looked up and into his eyes. 

"Tell me wanting this isn’t wrong," she begged. "Tell me I’m not just a cheap slut!"

She swallowed. Cheap slut – that’s what her mother always said when she saw girls in extremely short skirts, teasing boys, and saying it left her with a feeling of filth. Kevin, sensing her confusion and disgust, went to sit down next to her, putting his arm around her and pulling her close. 

"Jen," he said. "Jenny, you’re a wonderful, sweet girl, and I mean it. There’s nothing bad about wanting sex, and there’s nothing bad about having it. I mean, look at all of us – me, Steve, Erin... are we all bad people?"

"No," she murmured, placing her head onto his shoulder. "No, you’re not. It’s just that, everything I know..."

"Tells you it’s bad," Kevin finished for her. "I know what you mean. But that’s just people. I saw your face when you sucked that cock, Jen, I know how much fun you had. Only later, when you think about what you did, those values come back and tell you that you did wrong. But all that stuff has nothing to do with your feelings."

She nodded slowly. "I see what you mean. So all I have to do is..."

"Free yourself from what society thinks!" Kevin threw his arm in the air. "Sorry for sounding so dramatic," he added as an afterthought. "It’s only a theory, and you gotta take a practical approach... oh, damnit, just go and screw him!" He stood up. "Excuse me, I gotta look after the pizza."



Jenny looked surprised when he handed her a plate full of pizza just a moment later. 

"I’m not going to eat that much, Kevin!"

"It’s for Steve. Why don’t you go give it to him?" He gave her an encouraging smile and she took the plate, heading for the stairs. 

In front of Steve’s door, she took a moment to close her eyes and breathe slowly. She was nervous as hell, her heart beating at a rapid pace. Her mouth was dry,and she licked her lips nervously before knocking.

"Yeah," she heard his voice from inside and opened the door. 

Steve was sitting on his bed, wearing a t-shirt, shorts and socks, watching TV. She smiled at him and came closer. 

"I’ve got your pizza."

"Thanks!" He reached out and took the plate from her. "Just what I need right now."

He started to eat. Jenny stood in front of the bed, nervously twisting her fingers. 

"What are you watching?"

"Porn," he said, sounding rather bored. "They’re not fucking right now, but they will again soon. You want to watch?"

"No thanks." She took a deep breath. "Steve, I need to talk to you."

She must have sounded too serious for comfort, because he reached for the remote control and turned the movie off at once. 

"Sit down," he invited her onto the bed. "What is it?"

"Well..." She took another deep breath. "Quite honestly, it’s... it’s just, I want..." She swallowed and licked her lips. "I want you to fuck me."

"WHAT?" 

Whatever he had expected her to say, that was not it. He stared at her, eyes wide in surprise.

"Well..." she said again. "Kev says you’re more experienced that he is, and I feel really good with you. Besides, you owe me, remember?"

His face took a while to change expression. "Right," he said finally. "But I mean... you’re sure about that?"

She nodded. "I wouldn’t come in here just because of a mood swing," she noted. "I know what I want."

"Right," he said again, staring. Then suddenly, he started to grin broadly, brown eyes fixated on her body. 

"Damn, that’s a pleasant surprise."

"I hoped you’d think so."

He leaned back against his pillow, smiling. "Come here and eat some pizza with me, will you?"

She crawled next to him, resting her head against his shoulder as he put an arm around her. He reached for the remote and turned the TV back on. 

For the next half hour they just sat there, eating pizza and watching TV, and Jenny was getting turned on by the porn they were watching, feeling the moisture grow between her legs. She felt good with his warm body next to her, from time to time taking a deep breath to inhale Steve’s intoxicating scent. Finally, Steve turned the TV off and looked at her.

"Nervous?" 

"Yeah," she answered. "Not as much as at the beginning, but still a bit."

"Horny?"

"Yeah."

He laughed and let his warm hands wander under her t-shirt. They stroked her belly, then her back, and finally, he pulled the t-shirt over her head and threw it to the side. Leaning down again, he circled her bellybutton with his tongue before licking upwards, towards her breasts. He licked over the fabric of her bra, soaking it with saliva before reaching around her and undoing the clasp – which he managed very smoothly, she noticed. Then he bent down again and sucked first one nipple, then the other, making lazy circles with his tongue and sometimes using his teeth. Jenny lay back, eyes closed, and enjoyed the sensations, happy that it was Steve doing this to her. The tingle of nervousness was slowly lessening, replaced by a mixture of lust and positive excitement.

While he was sucking and licking, his hands wandered down to her jeans and opened the button, then pulled down the zipper. Jenny raised her hips from the bed, making it easier for Steve to pull them down. Then she stretched out her arms, grabbing Steve’s shirt, and pulled it off him. 

She lay there, admiring his gorgeous upper body for a moment. He was so delicious. She extended one hand, her fingertips trailing down his neck, then over his shoulder to the front, circling his nipples that were already hard. 

Then, Steve bent down to kiss her. 

She was totally unprepared for that. His lips touched hers, his tongue slowly parted her lips, entered her mouth and rubbed against hers, tasting faintly like pepperoni pizza. The kiss was slow, tender, and plain perfect. She didn't even realize that his hand was moving down her body until he started rubbing her clit through her panties. That’s when she started moaning softly into his mouth, arching up to press her body against his. 

He pulled away completely, leaving her feeling empty, to remove his socks and shorts, freeing his semi-erect cock. Jenny sat up again, bending to remove her panties and socks, then she looked up to find him waiting for her, kneeling on the bed. She crawled forward and kissed his cock, then extended her tongue and made it slick with saliva. 

Steve let out a soft moan. 

"Just a bit, Jenny," he muttered. "Just a little bit, please..."

She couldn’t resist that cock in front of her face, especially with Steve begging her to take it. She opened her mouth, taking it in, and rocked forth and back slowly. Steve moaned again and grabbed her shoulders, clearly trying to keep himself from grabbing her hair and pulling instead. 

She didn’t take him very deep because she didn’t want her throat to hurt again, but he seemed to be satisfied nonetheless. After a while, he pulled away, a smile on his face, and kissed her again. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it, the tingling in her stomach returning.

Steve’s hands trailed down her body, one cupping her ass, the other one her sex. He dipped one finger into the wetness of her pussy, then brought it to his mouth and tasted her. She watched him, smiling, until he smiled back, apparently liking the taste, and reached out with his hands to turn her around. 

His cock pressed against her ass now, and he moved his hips a bit while his hands settled between Jenny’s legs again, two fingers entering her. She moaned and closed her eyes. Steve’s fingers were just a bit bigger than Kevin’s, which increased the sensation for her. 

His index finger reached out to rub her clit as he started to finger fuck her, first slowly, and when her moans increased, he quickened the pace. 

"You want another finger?" he asked after a while, whispering into her ear, and she nodded. "Mhm."

He added the third finger, fucking her quickly, not giving her time to get used to the new size. Her moans grew higher, and she started to move her hips, meeting the thrust of his hand, letting the fingers penetrate her deeper and deeper. She was breathing hard now, reaching back with one hand to wrap it around his cock. If three fingers could already feel so good, this had to be so much better. She couldn’t wait.

"Steve," she breathed. "Please... I want you..."

He groaned and turned her around, kissing her hard while they sunk down onto the sheets together. She pressed her hips up against his, but he took his time, rubbing himself against her lazily, circling her nipples with his tongue. 

"Steve..." she begged again, her voice shaking, and he rubbed his cockhead against her clit, teasing, while her hands trailed down his back onto his ass, squeezing it. 

Groaning, Steve positioned his cock right in front of her slippery hole, pushing only softly. She gasped when she felt the penetration, and gasped again when the cockhead slid in, stretching her wide. Steve paused, giving her a bit of time to get used to him, then slowly slid farther in. When it started to feel painful, she grabbed his ass and pulled him down, breathing heavily when he was finally all the way inside her. She felt so full. So stretched out. 

"You okay?" he whispered into her ear, and she could only nod. 

He pulled back out, making her gasp once again, then thrust in, this time with considerable speed. She moaned, holding on to his shoulders, and he took that as a sign to begin with the real fucking, thrusting rhythmically. 

Jenny moaned, and after a few thrusts began to meet him, breathing hard and slowly beginning to sweat excessively, as did Steve. Their lips met once again, their tongues duelling while he slammed inside her again and again, making a slapping sound. 

"Oh God," he grunted when they had ended the kiss. "You’re so fucking tight, girl... so tight... damn this is good..."

"And you feel so big inside me," she moaned. "Ohh, fuck me Steve! Fuck me hard!" For a moment, these words made her feel weird. It was the first time she used this kind of language, and she didn’t feel quite comfortable with it yet. Still, it was fun using it.

Steve kept up the pace, using hard, long strokes. Occasionally, he kissed her or sucked her nipples, sometimes she did the same to him. They were both sweating heavily, breathing hard, moving in the same rhythm further and further towards release. 

Raising himself off her, he brought a hand down between them, stroking her clit with his thumb, making her cry out with pleasure. She dug her fingernails into his back, but he didn’t seem to notice. 

"I’m close," he finally groaned. "I’m so close... oh shit..."

He grabbed her ass, raising her hips to meet him as he quickened the pace. She knew he wouldn’t last much longer, but she felt the heat radiating from between her legs and knew she was close herself. 

Steve seemed to sense this, he grimaced, desperately trying to hold back while he brought his thumb back to her clit, pushing her over the edge.

"Oh God Steve!" she moaned. "Steve..."

He cried out, thrusting one more time and coming deep inside her, while her pussy spasmed around his cock in orgasm. Jenny only moaned softly, eyes closed, hyperventilating until it was all over and she felt him withdraw.

Her body was tingling all over, it felt so different from the orgasms Kevin had given her. Her pussy felt raw, used, but really good as well. Satisfied, somehow. 

She opened her eyes, blinking. Steve was smiling down at her, sweat running down his forehead. 

""Welcome to the world of the non-virgins," he grinned and kissed her. She kissed back and sat up with his help.

"Was it anything like you thought it would be?" he wanted to know. 

"Much better," she smiled. "Thank you, Steve."

His eyes met hers. "Well, I tried," he grinned. "I hope you realize that next time, I won’t make that much of a ceremony out of it."

"You call this a ceremony?"

"Compared to my usual style, it actually is."

"I see." She smiled happily. He had said ‚next time‘.