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JENNIFER'S STORY 

                             Jennifer's Story

                                   by

                                Calomorph

        I can't really say I've ever been with a guy before, I mean
sexually. I just never found the right guy. That is until the summer of
my senior year in high school.

        I guess it all started after I got home one day after swim team
practice.  I had just completed the 100 yard medaly in 1 minute 10 seconds
(my best time ever) and was feeling pretty good about myself.  I went home
and yelled for my mother, but no one answered.  I of course thought she 
was out shopping.  She left me a note saying that she unexpectedly had to 
go to Cleveland to visit my great-aunt Felina in the hospital.  The note
said she would be gone all weekend and part of the week.  She left me the
car keys and $100 for food. 

        "This is great", I uttered. I had the place to myself, a car, and
a $100 dollars.  I couldn't have had better luck.  But in the back of
my mind I wished there was someone that I could share this great moment
with.  
        "I need to find a man," I murmored,"but who" ?  My best friend
Rachel had been trying to set me up with her cousin Matt ever since he
moved to our town two years ago.  Being the only person I could think of 
I gave Rachel a call.  She set Matt and myself up on a date for 7 o'clock 
that night. I started getting ready at around 5 o'clock for it.  I went 
to the bathroom, stripped of my clothes, and turned on the water for a
shower.  I stepped into the shower and screamed "@%&# !  Thats Cold!!!"
I slowly turned up the hot water and started to relax.  The silver beads
glistened on my body. The water formed little drops on my shoulders, ran  
down my body, lingered at my vulva and ran down my leg.  "Ohhhh I love 
showers" I thought.  I started to wash my hair. Starting at its red roots
I massaged in a generous amount of shampoo and rubbed it down to its ends
(namely my shoulders).  I scrubbed and scrubbed until my hair glowed in a
deep red aura.  I had always been proud of my naturally red hair. It was 
a color of red that the sun gives just before it is killed by the night.
It was also naturally curly, a kind of long curl that gave me the kind of 
curl a curling iron did for other women.  I guess voloptuous would be the
word to describe me.  My breasts are average (a 36-D), with my areola
being about the size of a half dollar.  As for my nipples, they're special.
They stand out about a half inch when I am excited and are about a quarter
inch thick.  As for my belly, I guess its average for a girl who works out
and watches what she eats.  My hips are a liitle wider than most and I have
a flat pelvic bone, so I give the apperance of a  very flat stomach.  My 
legs are stong because I work out regularly.  You can just barely make out
the muscles in them.  My inner thighs are one of my strongest areas.  I 
don't really know how I found out, but I can crush cans between them. My
knees, ankles, and feet are well proprtioned for my body.  My skin is fair
and my eyes a grey-blue. I stand 5'8" tall. 

        I guess my favorite body part would have to be my pussy.  It's 
surrounded by my deep red pubic curls, and is just slightly in front of 
being exacly between my legs.  My labia is small, but grows in size when
I am excited (My favorite finger and I found this out one day, but thats
another story).  My clitoris barely sticks out of its protective cover at
all times.  Being a virgin I still have a hymen.  It's rather an
annoyance
when I run out of the pill and have to menstrate.  My hymen seems to
only 
allow very narrow things in, like tampons (Yes, I use tampons, and  
occasionaly the pad if I really need it).  I've never found the end of my
vagina, but I really haven't tried.

        After I finished washing my hair I started to rub my body with soap,
starting with my arms and working my way to my chest.  I always linger 
around my breasts, circling my areoles and nipples, being careful to clean
every millimeter of them.  After a few good scrubs I wash my belly, and then
my pubic region.  I start with my thighs and work my way up.  I spend a lot
of time washing my pussy, making sure that every fold is as clean as can be.

        When I finish my shower I steped out and dried my self thourghly.  I
make sure that every nook and cranny is dried to perfection.  I then walked  
stark naked to my room.  I don't know why but I've never liked clothes. I'm
always naked anytime I can be.  I feel it's more natural.  I guess I'm a
kind of nudist or something but I don't have a problem wearing clothes, I
just don't like it.  The time was about five thirty, and I spent an hour
naked, in my room, drying and styling my hair, which was easy since I like
to wear it down.  I went to my dresser and found the skimpiest pair of 
panties that I could find.  I put them on and my legs quivered because of
how good they felt next to my skin.  After tucking in a few stray pubic
curls I dug deeper into my dresser and found a nice, satin slip.  I put
it on and my nipples tingled.  I found a nice pair of knee high nylons and
put them on.  I then proceeded to my closet and found a dark green silk
blouse, and the tightest pair of jeans I had.  I dug through my assortment
of shoes and found a nice pair of flats.  I put all of this on and found a 
nice purse. 

        The time was six fifty-five and I had just taken my daily birth
control pill (just in case I ever did find the right guy).  The doorbell
rang and went to the door.  Just before I opened it I crossed my fingers
and siad to myself "I hope this is Mr. Right".

        I opened the door and saw a guy about six feet tall with brown
hair and green eyes.  Not a single pimple on his well muscled body.  He
wore a pair of wire-rimmed eyeglasses, yet somehow they only made him seem
to look better.  He was wearing a pair of deck-shoes, faded bluejeans, and
a navy-blue dress shirt.

        He said hello and introduced himself as Matt.  I said." Hi, I'm
Jennifer, but just call me Jen, everyone else does".

        He said, "Are you ready to go ?"

        I replied yes.  I closed the door behind me and locked it.  I got
into his car, a 1991 Ford Tempo.  He explained that it was his parents
car and that he didn't have to have it back until Sunday night when they
returned from their San Francisco vacation.  I explained that my mother
was divorced and that she was out visiting a sick relative.

        I asked," So.... Where are we going tonight?"

        He replied," I really don't know, how about some dinner and
a movie ?"

        We drove to the nearest diner and each ordered a greasy burger
and even greaser fries.  We talked about everything from politics to 
school.  We agreed on most everything, but the things we disagreed on 
were trivial.  After finishing our meal we debated over which movie to
see.  We decided that there wasn't anything that we wanted to see.  I
suggested dropping by the video store.  When we stopped Matt and I went 
in and each picked out a movie.  We figured that since we didn't have to
be anywhere we could watch two.  He picked out "Backdraft", and I picked
out some silly French movie with a lot of subtitles.

        Matt and I decided to watch the movies back at my house (since 
it was cleaner).  We got back and went down to the family room and 
watched my movie first.  It was a silly story about a man who loses his
wife after having an afair with her sister.  Needless to say we both 
yawned alot.  Then we popped in Backdraft.  I had never seen it before
and by the time it ended I was shedding a tear.  Matt must have noticed
and scooted over beside me to wipe it a way.  He lifted my chin, and 
brushed my cheek with his hand.  When he did our eyes met.  We just 
stared at each other for a minute.  He moved closer and closer, and
we kissed.  Not one of those whimpy kisses that you always see on TV,
but a kiss that made bells ring and my head spin.  We broke our contact
and he returned to his seat.

        "Have you ever had.... You know .... sex?", I asked sheepishly, I
couldn't even believe I had asked him that.  He paused for a minute, 
stunned I'm sure.

        He replied, "I've never told anyone this before, but......no".

        Getting a second wind I asked,"Do you... I mean....".  Then I just
bluted out,"Do you want to try it ?".  He had been good to me all night
and I REALLY wanted him.....

        "Do you want to ?", He asked.

        "I guess", I answered.  I stood up and he stood up.  I took his hand
and gaved him a kiss like he had given me.  I led him up to my bedroom and
closed the door.  We faced each other and held hands.  "To be honest, I
don't know what to do..... No, No, No, I mean I know WHAT to do, but.....",
I fumbled out.

        "Well....",he said, and he got closer and wrapped his arms around 
me and gave me a kiss.  He led me over to the bed and we just collapsed on
it while kissing. I started to remove his shirt and he started to remove 
mine.  I unbuttoned his pants (DAMN buttonflies anyway.) and he removed
my bluejeans, after having some trouble getting them over my hips.  So
there we were in our underwear, laying side by side, when I stopped
him.

        "My turn", I said as seductively as I could.  I took his hand and
slipped it under my panties.  My hand on top of his I guided him right to
my magic clitoris.  He gently started to rub it.  As he did I felt pinpricks
on my back and shoulders from the pleasure.  I squrirmed a little and spread
my legs apart farther.  He reached and grabbed my free hand with his free
hand and shoved my hand down his jockey shorts.  I felt this kind of sqishy
thing. I found the smooth end of it and started to slowly rub it.  As I did
he groaned and his penis grew.  I was starting to feel really good now, and
my pussy started to ooze my love fluid.  As I was stroking him, his penis
kept growing and growing.  I thought that I wouldn't be able to fit him 
inside of me.  I removed my hands and he removed his.  I leaned up and 
without having to tell him he removed my slip.  I removed my panties, and 
then his boxer shorts.  He leaned over and started to suck my tits.  
Taking one into his mouth and squeezing the other one with his hand. He
switched back and forth for what seemed to be a pleasurable eternity.
he then got off the bed and kneeled on the floor.  He grabbed my leg and
swiveled me to the edge of my bed.  He put my legs on his shoulders and
before I could think of what he was doing, he started to suck my clit.
I almost fainted!!  The sensations were better than anything I have ever
done to myself.  He spread my legs apart until my labia were spread open.
he darted his tougue past my hymen and into my hole.  I almost screamed
in delight.  Instead I grabbed his head and pulled him closer to my aching
box.  He removed his tougue and started to suck, rub, and nibble on my
clitoris.  I must have made sounds like a wild woman.  He brought me closer 
and closer to the edge.  He started to rub my clit and dart his tougue in
and out of my hole.  I had an explosive orgasm.  It was better than any
drug and better than any thing else in the world.  I lied there limp, 
completely drained of energy.  I got up enough strenght to sit up and
say "I want you."

        With a few strokes of my hand he was as stiff as ever.  I spread my
legs and he layed on top of me.  His first thrust was slow.  It was the 
most painful thing I had ever felt.  After the pain dulled, Matt thrust
again, and again. Every time he thrust he went deeper and deeper.  I could
feel the warm cock inside of me, searching for more room.  He thrust deeper
again, and then I could feel a tickle from his pubic hair, and his testicle
slamming into me.  He began to thrust faster and faster, harder and harder.
He graoned in a deep voice, and then I felt something push at the end of
my vagina.  I knew he had cummed.

        "Is that all?", I said.

        "What do you mean is that all?", he replied.

        "I just mean I bet I can get more out of you", I said.

        "Go right ahead", he answered.

        I rolled him over on his back and started to stroke his cock. It
must have been two inches thick and nine inches long.  With a few more
strokes I lenghened it to ten inches.  I crawled over him and squated over
his towering manhood.  I squated down just far enough to let the tip touch
my vulva.  I lowered myself down on him, and took him in completely (to
my surprise).  We both kind of gasped.  So there I was sitting on his hard
member, when I started to use my vaginal muscles to constrict and retract
on him.  I started to move up and down slightly in time with my contractions.

        "Jesus", he said, "She's jacking me off with out using he hands!!"

        "No Shit", I said.  He responded by licking his finger and rubbing
my clitoris.  With his other hand he cupped my breast and kneeded it.

        I started to feel his loins thrust, and him start to moan.  I 
quickly removed myself from him.  I crouched beside him and wrapped
my hand around his monsterous cock.  I started to squeeze and move my hand 
up and down.  He moaned again, and I took it as a sign of approval.  I 
squeezed a little harder.  I went up and down faster and faster, squeezing
harder all the time. 

        He screamed, "OH GOD I'M CUMMING !!!!!!!!!".  Then he thrust a few 
times and then proceeded to shoot it three feet into the air, onto his
chest.  Now, I had heard in that guys find it a big turn on to have their
partner swallow.  I said why not and started to lick his cum off from his
chest.  It was kind of sweet, and had the texture of warm jello.  I decided
I liked it and drank every bit of it.  I crawled up beside him, and we both 
collapsed in a sweaty, happy lump.  We both fell asleep instantly.