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MEETING JENN Chapters 3 & 4 Note to the reader: Please read chapters 1 & 2 of 'Meeting Jenn: How I fell in love with my best friend.' All feedback and more ideas are welcomed. I'm working on Chapters 5 & 6 now and should be able to post it in a week. Thanks for reading... Indy CHAPTER 3; What next? I seemed to toss and turn through the night, I wasn't used to sleeping next to anyone. Jenny slept like a baby, at one point letting out a cute little snore. I eventually went to sleep and when I woke up, the sun was shining through the window and I could hear Jenny in the bathroom. I got up, not wearing any anything, my dick kind of flopping around half hard, I scanned the room for a pair of briefs and saw some sitting in a corner. I was walking across the room to get the pair of underwear and the bathroom door opened, Jimmy was standing there surprised to see me out of bed, I looked at him, surprised to see Jimmy standing there... not Jenny. I didn't know what to say but spoke anyway, "Oh... I didn't expect you here... sorry." I sort of covered my junk with my right hand and fetched the briefs. For whatever reason I was trying to be modest in front of Jimmy, not admitting to myself that just last night he was sucking on the same dick I was trying to cover up. I stepped into the briefs and pulled them up. Jimmy felt the need to defend himself, "Sorry man. I gotta get to work, I'm off tomorrow though." Now, in his male voice, it seemed to sound strange, he went on. "I haven't talked to Jenn today but I'm sure she'll get a hold of you somehow." He was acting as if he and Jenn were two separate people, I went along with it. "If you see her..." I said, "Tell her last night was awesome. I can't wait to see her again," he said okay and got ready for work. I was standing in the kitchen when Jimmy came in to make his way out to work. He had a handful of clothes in his left arm, no doubt what he was wearing last night. His hair was tied in a low pony tail and he had on a hat pulled low. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, all signs of Jenny were gone. I picked up my coffee and took a sip wondering how to say goodbye to him. He stopped and I asked, "So... how are you gonna explain staying here to Michelle?" I could tell he didn't give a shit. "I'm ending it tonight..." he started to explain, "Jenn probably told you, there's no future there." His answers were short and he acted like he wasn't apart of last night's conversation, it seemed a little strange. "Hey, I gotta get to work man. Can I talk to you later?" He seemed to want no part of talking to me right now so I let him out of the conversation. I didn't know what to say... "Yeah, go to work. Don't let me keep you." was all I could muster. "Sorry, I guess I need to learn how to act the morning after," he said. I could tell he felt bad for the way he was acting but I understood and backed down then told him "It's okay Jimmy, I know you got a lot on your mind. Have a good day, we'll talk later." He hung his head and slowly made his way out. Before going through the door he quietly said "Thanks Will". I watched as he walked to his car, trying to spot that tight, round, ass I fell in love with last night. There was no trace, Jimmy was in full boy made. My schedule put me at work a little later which means I get off after Jimmy. I got a text from him just before lunch, I still hadn't heard from Jenny. Jimmy's text read, **Hey, talked 2 Chelle at lunch. It's over. She asked me 2 move out. ** He always called her Chelle, it was his pet name for her. I remembered that the lease was in her name since she had good credit and he didn't. I shot one back, **Come 2 my place. You can stay there.** The text wasn't finished but I didn't know how to ask what I wanted. I continued typing, **Can u pack ur shit and meet there when I get home tonight?** I pressed send and then typed another text getting to the question I wanted answered. **How do I get a hold of Jenny?** I waited minutes and then received multiple texts in a row. The first said **Cool, I'll get off a little early then go home and get my shit together. Dude, she's pissed. I'll tell u all about it tonight. I'll c u when you get home.** The second text was short, like he was adding something he had forgot to put into the first text, It simply said **Thanks**. Before reading the last text I responded with **Yeah, no prob. c u tonight.** and then I went on. The last text was finally an answer to my burning question. It said, **Just call and ask for Jenn... or text. Let me know its for her tho.** That seemed simple so it's what I did. Now, just seconds after texting with Jimmy I was sending more texts to the same phone, only now I was requesting to talk with Jimmy's female persona, Jenny. **Hey Jimmy, is Jenny around? Wanna chat with her.** I pressed send and then waited. A couple minutes later I got a text back, **Awwwwe, I thought you'd call. This is Jenny. Wanna hear ur voice. :)**. I wasn't expecting this and sent another text. **Should I call???***. I wasn't sure how all of this was supposed to work, how would Jimmy talk as Jenny at work? My answer came quick in a one word text, **Please.** I pushed in Jimmy's number through my call log and held the phone to my ear, surprisingly having a hard time waiting to hear her voice. After 3 rings she answered with, "There you are, I was starting to wonder." her voice come out sultry but in a girly girl way. "Wonder what?" I asked then went on, "If I was gonna make love to you and then never call again?" I said as jokingly as possible but still meaning what I asked. "I knew you wouldn't," she said, "I know you have a lot to think about after last night." She was right, I still hadn't had a chance to go over everything in my head. I was still floating on cloud nine from the glorious sex and the girl I landed. "So... did you hear Jimmy's moving in with me?" I asked, still keeping up the double identity game. I could hear her exhale through the phone and knew she was smoking. "Yeah" she said, "That'll mean that you get to see me more..." She paused for seconds, "That is if you want too." The comment was lame but I knew what she was fishing for. "Come on... if I had my way, it would be you moving in, not Jimmy, but I'll take what I can get." She laughed at my stupid joke, that was a good thing. "Are you smoking? I coulda swore I heard you exhale?" I asked. "I am. I'm being naughty," she said. "It's the first time I've smoked when not dressed." It felt like I was giving her a hard time so I apologized. "I'm sorry Jenny, I didn't mean to get on your ass, I was just wishing I could be there to see it". She laughed and I wasn't sure why then said, "You gotta be careful what you say Sweetie, on my ass is where I want you." This time it was my turn to laugh. We wrapped up the conversation and both agreed that once Jimmy had his stuffed moved in tonight, she would show up, I couldn't wait to see her. The rest of my workday was filled with the anxiety of seeing her tonight. Time crawled and I kept watching the clock and eventually it was time to get off. Unlike her, I wouldn't be off tomorrow and I couldn't get off early today. I drove home and wasn't nervous until I turned on my street. I had to laugh at myself, I was nervous because Jimmy was coming over, that is after all who will be waiting for me when I get there. I see my driveway and Jimmy's standing in front of it. I pull up, a grin on my face and shut the car down. "You're still alive? I thought that evil girlfriend of yours woulda killed you by now." I said across the hood, tossing Jimmy the keys to the house. "I'll have to get another pair made for you, sorry." I was referring to the keys. "Yeah, wait till you hear about that stupid shit. I think Jenn wanted to fill you in on it so I'm not gonna say much." He carried 2 trash bags to the door. I looked down at the bags when I stopped at the step and he saw me. "Those are my clothes. I don't care too much about them. Jenn's clothes are in the car still. In the nice luggage." I liked the thought that he treated her clothes better than his, like they were more important. Jimmy and I spent the next 40 minutes moving his stuff in. Everything was dropped in my spare room, Jimmy's new room. Standing there I asked, "So what's the plan tonight?" He rubbed his face, he looked tired and stressed out. "Well... I gotta get outta these clothes. Are you taking a shower?" he asked. "Yeah, but you can use the guest shower. They're on separate systems. I can be in and out in 10 minutes." I answered way too eagerly but I couldn't wait to see my Jenny. He answered, "You don't have to be that quick. What I was thinking was jumpin in the shower and disappearing. Jenny should be here in about 45 minutes." I went along talking like they were two different people. "Okay, Cool. When will I see you again?" I asked not wanting to seem to selfish. Again he rubbed his face, "I'm not sure but I don't think I'll see you tomorrow. I'll text. We'll keep in touch." I remembered he was off tomorrow and by the way it sounds is gonna spend the day as Jenny. He turned and started dragging two pink suitcases to the guest bathroom, each one holding Jenny's items, and put his hand up in the air to say goodbye. I turned and walked out without saying a word. It was twelve minutes total for me to take a shower, I timed it. I toweled off and threw on a pair of old basketball shorts and a t-shirt. I hoped that Jenny wouldn't be too dressed up, I wanted to relax on the couch and get to know her better. Funny, get to know her better, we've known each other since we were both 7 and I need to get to know her better. I think for a second... 'I didn't know of her, so I guess I do need to get to know her better'. Same routine as always, head for the kitchen and grab a beer, head for the couch to see what's on. It's Friday night and nothing's ever on. I hear the shower shut off and look at my watch, I've got another half an hour wait. After what seems like an eternity I hear the bathroom door open. I play it cool and don't turn to look, I hear her feet slap the floor as she walks to Jimmy's room. After a few minutes I hear her come out and head to the kitchen, before I can turn to look she asks, "Need a beer babe?" 'God! I love this woman', I thought to myself. I looked down and my second beer was empty, "Please." I said back. The fridge door closes but I'm still not looking, I didn't hear it. A flash catches my eye from my peripheral and I turn my head to the right. Jenny was standing at the edge of the living room, holding a beer in one hand and her wine glass and cigarette purse in the other, standing there with a huge smile on her face. "There's my man," she said admiring my lazy ass while I sit there like a lump on a log. She was dressed casually, but with a body like hers all I could do was sit there with my mouth wide open. She wasn't wearing much so there wasn't a lot to study, it was just her look that captivated me. She was wearing skin tight, daisy dukes shorts, complete with the fringe from where scissors cut them and small little pockets up front. Besides the shorts she had on a pair of black flip flops and nothing else on her lower half. Her legs looked freshly shaven and they shined, she must have just put lotion on them, I couldn't wait to rub them. On top she was only wearing a thin, grey and white striped tank top. Her boobs looked amazing, they looked huge. Her tiny frame made a "C" cup look much bigger than it was, she looked like she was at least a "D" cup. The tank top stopped just shy of her shorts and revealed about an inch of belly. She was wearing nothing else and while checking her out I said my thanks to whoever made this possible. I'm knew right then and there, looking at her hair and face, that I was gonna have to get used to a beautiful woman walking around the house. From the neck up you could tell where the crown jewel rested with this beauty. Her thin neck led to her beautiful face. I had never realized just how "Pretty" Jimmy was. He hardly had any makeup on, a little color on his face to cover up any blemishes and eyeliner. Plain and simple, but the look, combined with her cute girly glasses, made her look absolutely feminine. Any guy would sprint across a room to talk to this girl. Her hair was pulled tight, super tight, to the very top of her head. She didn't have bangs or a bump tonight, just a high ponytail. She had a pink ribbon tied where the ponytail met her head, it was tied in a bow and hung down close to her neck. She had added four ringlet curls to the ponytail and when she moved her head the whole ponytail bounced. She looked like a cheerleader just after practice and I'd tell her that. "Will this do?" she asked, cocking her head to the side so that the curls bounced, knowing I wouldn't say no. She stuck her tongue out but barely, saying 'I'm cute and I know it' without having to. She walked to the couch and joined me plopping down and positioning her things. She had kicked off her flip flops and sat with her legs tucked up under her, her left shoulder nuzzled into me, her right arm bent so that her hand could hold my bicep. She looked up at me, I spotted a little diamond on the left side of her nose. It was adorable, Jenny's nose is small to begin with so this little rock made it look even sexier. "Ooohhhh, I like that." I said. "Yeah? I thought you might. I put it in after what you said last night. I love how I look with it in." I agreed and she went on, "Wanna hear about Jimmy and Michelle?" I perked up and said "Of course. Tell me all about it." Without including all the details Michelle was pissed and accused Jimmy of cheating on her with an ex of mine. It all sounded crazy but it sounded exactly like Michelle. Jenny sat there and told me the whole story, drinking her wine, talking with her hands, waving her cigarette around as she got in to the story but the whole time getting to be Jenny. She was on her third glass of wine and full of energy. We had already been talking for over an hour and a half and I hoped it would never end. She was sitting Indian style again, just like last night, and had just lit a cigarette when I told her "I like your hair tonight. I love the curls... You knida got that high school cheerleader look going on." She cocked her head to the side again like I had insulted her. "You should see me dressed up in my Roosevelt High cheerleader's uniform," she said in sort of a Smart Alek way. Roosevelt High was the school we went to. "No way. Do you really have one?" I asked. She shook her head then said, "I stole it from Michelle. But seriously... I look hot. Especially the hair." She started describing it, a lit cigarette between her fingers, she moved her hands up to her head "Sometimes I do a bump and sometimes I do these big bangs that start here" She moved the hand with the cigarette to where the bangs would start, she pointed to the area with her free fingers and kept going. "But the back is always the same. I add in these extensions, you can't tell..." She was going a thousand miles an hour. "And I do this kind of ponytail but like a half ponytail so there's still hair hanging down in back, and I curl all that into these long ringlets with my 3/4" barrel..." She twirled the cigarette around in a corkscrew motion, "And I just have this mass of curls. Then I put a bow in right in front of the ponytail. I'm not joking Will. It's hot." I believed every word she said and had no doubt how hot she would look. I wanted to feed her ego even more so I said, "It's not just your hair though Jenny. You have very delicate features, I mean sure your hair is ultra girly and you have girly glasses on but you really only have eyeliner on and you look really, really feminine." She got real quiet and looked down. She was staring at the cigarette then brought it to her mouth. Still looking down she exhaled and then said, "I have something to tell you. Another secret." I had thought she told me the important stuff last night but now I wonder what she was holding back. She looked up and said "My features aren't delicate or feminine... naturally." She started shaking her head back and forth slowly "It's not because of the girly hairdo or the girly glasses." Her ponytail swayed with her, the curls swung from one side to the other. She took a drag, the cigarette was getting short and she had that squinty eyed look that I found adorable. "It's not my chubby cheeks or my rabbit buck teeth... or the fact that my eyes are made up..." She sighed. "I've been altering my body's chemistry." I thought for a few seconds, she used the time to finish her cigarette and then said "I've been taking hormones. I take them from my mom, she got them when she had her hysterectomy. She decided not to use them but still filled the prescription. I've been taking double the recommended dose for over a year now. That's why my voice sounds so feminine. It's why my skins so soft and my features are so delicate." She reached for her wine and finished the glass, she'd refill it soon. She kept going, "There's other benefits too, I have some breast development, I mean this isn't all me," she said, cupping the bottom of her breasts, she raised them up and down as if I didn't know what she was talking about. "I do have some help up here but a lot of this is me. The cleavage for sure." I could tell she was proud of it. "This will be my first operation," she said, referring to her breasts. It was the first time I had heard the word operation and hadn't thought of it before then. "There's drawbacks too... you might not want to talk about this but I'm gonna ask anyway but first I need more wine." She popped off the couch quickly and grabbed her glass. I watched her ass as she hurried, each cheek jumped up and down as she moved. She filled her glass and returned with a beer for me. I took a gulp and prepared to ask her something I hadn't asked her before. She took a drink of her wine and prepared to smoke. "I gotta ask you something Jenny. Don't be afraid to say no... Would... you... mind... if... I... chewed?" It came out slowly. I hadn't met many women who cared for this, a few but not many. "Mmmm" She made the noise, a cigarette sticking straight out of her mouth. She shook her head back and forth, it was surrounded by smoke. She brought her right hand up to remove the cigarette and squinted. She exhaled out of the right corner of her mouth still shaking her head no, still squinting. It was a look Uma Thurman coulda gave in Pulp Fiction. "Oh honey, I don't mind at all. You poor thing, have you not been chewing this whole time because of me?" She waited for an answer. "Well... yeah. I guess." I said sheepishly. "Oh baby..." She whined almost sounding like a little girl, "No, Chew. Please. Believe it or not I find it kinda sexy." She leaned forward and rubbed my goateed chin. "YOU DO!?!?" I semi-shouted, shocked by what I was hearing. "William..." She looked at me with a serious face. Jimmy never called me by my full name but when Jenny did it... "How long have you chewed?" she asked. I thought for a couple seconds, "Ughhh, since what? Sophomore year? That's eight years I think." I could tell she was doing the math right with me, "Right, eight years. Do you know how many times I've smelt that on you? How many times I've smelt your breath with chew on it?" I rolled my eyes up to think harder. "I smell that smell..." Now it was her turn to think, "I think of you. Like I said, it's sexy." This wasn't the first time I wondered if I was being punked. She smiled and waited for me to take a chew, I could see about a quarter inch of her front two teeth, my dick was half hard. I scooped out a medium small gob and stuck it in my bottom lip. She clapped her hands in front of her in short little claps, a freshly lit cigarette in her right hand, she bounced up and down in a small bounce saying, "Yeah... my baby's feeling comfortable." I got her point and tried to loosen up even more. "So... these drawbacks you were talkin about? You were gonna ask me something I won't wanna talk about?" I was left curious and she had forgot all about it. "Oh yeah! Sorry. Anyway, yeah. Drawbacks." She sucked on her cigarette then said, "Did you see my penis last night? I mean... you saw my penis... right?" I nodded my head. "It's small, It's tiny. I have a baby dick. I'm not saying the hormones did that... It's always been small, maybe not that small, but last night... that's as hard as it gets. That's as hard as its been in years." The Michelle story now made sense. At one point, Michelle said she felt Jimmy could only get hard for other women. That was the only explainable story she could come up with. "What other drawbacks are there?" I asked in a caring way. "Are you fuckin serious?" she said. Apparently the absurdness of my question made her need nicotine. She took a long, cheek hollowing drag then talked as she exhaled, "Will, I have three spots to get pleasure from." She held up three fingers, two of them held a small cigarette. "My mouth, I barely had it in there last night but when I did..." She jerked her head to the side and rolled her eyes in pleasure, her ponytail whipped. "My girly hole..." She winked. "And my Winky" I couldn't believe she just called it that. "And one of those three doesn't work so well." "Maybe you're not doing something right" I said, "Let me try sometime." I couldn't believe what I just said. "Yeah?" She nodded her head twice, her ponytail jiggled like an excited dog's tail, "You'd do that?" I had already suggested it so I must have meant it??? "Yeah, I mean... You play with mine. Maybe sometime I could play with yours." I didn't even know if I was bluffing. "I don't know if I'd like it or not. I've never pictured you playing with me," she said wondering aloud. Neither had I. "That kind of brings up other things I guess." She had put out the cigarette and now sat there, both of her hands holding my left hand. At times I would space out and stare at her eyes through her glasses, my eyes would shift to the nose piercing then back to the glasses. I knew if I watched to long I wouldn't be able to hide my excitement. I came back to reality while she was still talking. "I wonder how comfortable I should be?" I wasn't sure what she meant. "What do you mean?" She shrugged and asked "Like tonight, I'm not tucked. I have on a G-string under these shorts, and sure, I'm tucked back... but I don't have on any tape, like last night." I shook my head like I understood. "If you were to take my shorts off... my friend would be right there." Where was she getting these names from? "And I'm not sure you're okay with that? Well, I wasn't until just a minute ago." She shook her head again this time signaling no, "No... I'm still not sure." She added. It was my turn to talk. "Jenny, walk around here like it's your place. Tucked, untucked, so far it hasn't mattered. I haven't seen anything that bothers me yet. I don't know what it would be like if you walked around naked though. I'm not sure how I'd react." She sprang to life and then at me, hugging me tightly form her Indian style position. "Thank you for this Will," she said still holding me tight, my arms wrapped around her tiny waist. "And don't worry, I'm not secure enough with my body to walk around here naked." She laughed hard then backed away. "Back to the hormones though please." I still had questions not knowing anything at all about the process. "So... you said you had breast development and it's changed your voice..." I searched my mind wondering what to ask first. "What next then? How long do you take them and does this mean that you want to be Jenny forever?" I had prepared myself for this, I was sure of what was to come next. She grabbed her pack of smokes off of the table without looking and lit a cigarette. "I have to keep taking them. I'm only 24 years old and I need hormones in my body, whether their male or female. I'd rather have female though. Besides, they've been great in helping me with my weight. I've lost a little weight and some has repositioned itself to other places," she said, pointing to her boobs and hips, then rubbing her hand on her flank. "Hormones and cigarettes." She raised the cigarette holding it up between 3 fingers now. "These little fuckers..." she brought it back and dragged. She held it in then exhaled through her nose. "They're great for losing weight, but it's not the hormones that should worry you Will... it's the operations." She explained to me why a Breast Augmentation Operation was only the beginning. She also mentioned things like Trachea Shave and Facial Feminization Surgery, these were all new terms to me. I asked if she had made the decision on whether or not to get the big surgery, altering her genitals. She explained the process and how she had only been seeing a therapist for two months now and had at least 10 more to go before any decisions would be made. She mentioned living as a girl full time for a year but hadn't made any plans on if she would do it or not. I understood the weight or gravity of the situation, these were all MAJOR, life changing decisions. Why rush them? After two and a half hours, we finally broke from the serious conversation and had pizza delivered. While on the phone with the pizza place, she asked me to order her a salad. To my surprise, that's all she ate when the order arrived. "You gotta watch what you eat when you have an ass like mine" She had said with a cocky smile, I didn't argue. After dinner we cuddled on the couch watching TV, her nuzzled up to me, her legs curled under her, her arms scrunched up for warmth. She must have been as bored with the program as I was, her right hand made its way to my crotch. She started scratching my shaft through the thin, nylon shorts. I brought my hand up to her neck, things were starting off just like the night before. Unlike the night before, with her hair up in a tight ponytail, I can see her neck. On each side, where the hair meets her neck on the corners, she has these little curls. Nothing she created, they're natural, and if outstretched would be over 2 inches long but curled like they are probably only measure a half inch across. Its only one curl per side but they're adorable and I suck on the one closest to me. She nudges me "Pull down your shorts." She whispers. My left hand begins the awkward process, my right hand still focusses on her neck. I wiggle and shake and get the shorts slid just off of my ass cheeks, my underwear follow. I turn my head back and find the spot on her neck that I want to suck next but before I can get my lips there she leans forward. "Sorry, I wanna try something. See if you like it, see if I like it, see if it even works." She pulls out a cigarette and lights it, not caring about giving me a show. She leans back into me and returns to what she was doing, only now she's holding a cigarette while doing it. I'm still not really paying attention to what's going on down there but break my lip lock from the curl at the nape of her neck. I glance down and my attention shifts to what Jenny is up to. I look down and then at her, she's deep in focus, staring at what she's doing, biting the left corner of her lower lip, I can see those cute front teeth. I look back down at what she's doing and she must realize it, I hear a mischievous snicker come out of her then she brings the cigarette up for a second drag. She double pumps on the thin white filter, the cigarette is still longer than a regular Marlboro Light, the fingers on her hand were spread wide except for the two holding the cigarette. She yanks the cigarette from her face and brings the hand back down to my waiting dick. She tilts her head back, her lips form into a kissing type cone and she exhales into the air, a long white stream of smoke raises to the ceiling as the ringlets from her high ponytail bounce in my face. Not a word is said and after the exhale she returns her gaze back to my swollen manhood and resumes playing with me. Her technique was simple and the effects weren't passionate but more sensual. With the cigarette held erect from the pointer and middle finger, which were outstretched and erect themselves, she massaged the full length of the shaft very slowly. Her thumb ran the length on top, not really doing much more than providing balance. On the underside, she ran her ring and pinky finger up and down, and as I said, she did this very slowly. It was mostly a visual effect but what it did for me was unbelievable. She bit her lip the whole time reminding me of a kid who would stick his tongue out when their focus was at its peak, only stopping when she would take a drag or whisper naughty stuff to me. Things like, "Will my big man cum for his little girl?" or "I wanna taste you baby... when you cum, I'm gonna eat it up." She was getting off herself purely from the power she knew she had. I noticed this in the moments when I was coming close to exploding, when I was most excited. Like a cat watching the mouse it recently caught, she would perk up then bite her lower lip a little harder when my penis would swell or twitch. She would slow her movement's even slower, controlling and deciding when to LET me cum. She knew she was in control and for the first time, it made sense to me. Since we were both seven years old, I've been the dominate one. The Alpha male, even protecting Jimmy at times, once having beat up a kid who hit Jimmy just because he was small. For the last 16 years I've been his protector, the 'big kid' who didn't let anyone give his best friend shit and now...? Now, that same 'big kid' that could hurt other 'big kids' was like putty in her hands and all she had to do was smoke a cigarette, curl her hair, wear some makeup and play with his dick. If she were to tell me to get up and go kill Michelle, I would at least get ready. I was powerless, Jenny had it all. This slow, light rubbing had only been going on since shortly before she lit her cigarette and now she was close to being finished with it. She increased her tempo with an increased sense of urgency and said "Tell me when you're close." I didn't wait, "I'm close!" I said, releasing the breath that I was holding. She thrust her head down, her right hand, the hand holding the cigarette, made its way to my right knee her left hand rested on my left hip. I could feel the moisture from her mouth, she sucks once at the head and then runs her mouth down the length of my shaft, not stopping until she reached the base. From the angle she was at, I could feel the tongue piercing as it went down the right rear of my penis. She stalled for a moment then rose rather quick, turning her head slightly to the left at the same time so that the piercing would be located along the vein that runs up my dick then let out a loud moan. I could see her nose piercing through the shadows, her curls bounced to her right, a set of four curls that resembled mattress springs bounced there a couple of times, I couldn't hold it any longer. One pump from her wanting mouth was all it took as I exploded into her, just as she reached the tip. Two, full spasms from my penis delivered the majority of what I had to offer, which was a lot since I hadn't cum in 24 hours, and she took it all. She let out another moan, this one much more quiet and only sucked on the very tip as my penis quaked less and less until it started to quiver. Again another moan, she went half way back down the shaft then back up and removed her mouth from me, looked to the side and tossed her cigarette butt towards the ashtray, it had smoldered out. She turned her focus back to my penis, grabbed the base with her right hand, and gently applied pressure as she wrung what was left in me up and out. A medium sized dab of cum appeared at the tip and she pounced on it, taking every last drop I had to offer. I now notice that at some point my hand had found its place on the back of her neck, she was on her knees hunched over me. She removed her gaze from my dick, now convinced that she had gotten it all and looked at me and in the sweetest voice ever said "All gone." As she raised her hands to say she didn't know how that had happened. I couldn't resist and grabbed both sides of her head, just behind the ears at the nape of her neck, I could feel the small curls under my fingers as I pulled her lightly to me. She knew where I was going and we locked lips, our tongues danced, we held the embrace for half a minute. I lowered my left hand but kept my right raised as we broke the kiss. I still played with the curl between my fingertips. "My God! That was awesome..." I said not knowing what else I could say to describe the most erotic sexual experience I had had up to that moment. "Yeah?" she asked in all sincerity then tilted her head to the side like a dog hearing a noise only a dog could hear. She was so fuckin cute, she knew it but I don't know if she knew exactly just how cute she was. She was beautiful, a young woman that hadn't even hit her prime yet, just finding out who she is or who she could become. "Yeah." I said in an exasperated sort of way. "Jenny... that was the most erotic thing that I've ever been a part of. That... was amazing." She smiled a big toothy grin. "The MOST erotic??? That won't be the last time. You were delicious." she paused, now I had my doubts. "I liked that too." she continued. "I don't know if you can tell but I'm getting a little more adventurous each time we make love. Remember Will, that's only the second time I've had a penis in my mouth and last night was the first. I did surprise myself though, I was fully expecting to gag when I went all the way down on you. I didn't, didn't even feel like it. Now that I know that..." She paused and smiled even bigger, "Wait till next time." she finished off the statement with a confident nod like TV's 'I Dream of Jeannie'. It was late so I cut things short with small talk but finally took her hand and led her to the bedroom. We chatted in bed, spooning and cuddling. My now always half hard penis rested between her ass cheeks, as we talked about what tomorrow had in store. Work for me and a possible trip to the salon for her to get her nails done and maybe have her hair styled for a movie night. We drifted off to sleep, both feeling very comfortable knowing we'd wake up next to each other in the morning. "Goodnight Will... I love you." Was the last thing she said before falling to sleep. "Goodnight Jenny... I love you too." was the last thing I said, surprising even myself. CHAPTER 4; A Day in the Life I woke up the next morning having slept like a baby. It was the best sleep I had had in years, not waking up once, assuming I had slept curled up next to Jenny all night long. She was already up and about, it sounded like she was doing the dishes. I got out of bed and put on the shorts from last night then walked out to the kitchen shirtless. She was standing with her back to me at the sink, a pot in her hand, she didn't know that I was watching. She had on the same outfit from last night, Daisy Dukes and a tank top. Her hair was messy but still in a ponytail, the curls were flat and lifeless. I watched her ass for a few seconds, her cheeks would shift up and down with each movement. I was horny but didn't have time, work was coming fast. "Good morning beautiful." I said still standing in the archway leading to the hall. She turned, frightened at first until she saw me, her hands were covered in suds and she was stuck there. "Hiiiiii" she purred, "I've been waiting for you to get up." I walked over and hugged her from behind, wrapping my arms around her tiny waist. She looked up and back over her shoulder so I could kiss her. It was our first 'Good Morning Kiss' and I hoped there would be many more. We chatted while I got dressed for work, she told me her plans for the day and I told her what I had going on at work. She was planning on going to the salon to get her nails done and then try and shoot over to my work so we could do lunch. We agreed that she would text me and let me know how things were going, time wise. It's my Friday and knowing that after today I would be off for the next two days and get to spend them with her put me in a great mood. Jenny walked me to the door and we kissed goodbye. It had been a long time since I had a steady girlfriend, especially one that would be there to see me off to work, but I wouldn't have traded it for anything. My morning went along without anything really happening, I was bored and even two hours into the shift I couldn't wait to get off. My break started and I hadn't heard from Jenny yet so I sent her a text. **How's it going? What color did you decide on?**, this morning she wasn't sure if she would go with color or a French manicure. My break is fifteen minutes long and it takes her twelve to respond, I don't have much time. **Blonde...** I stared at the phone trying to figure out if she just dyed her hair or not. I hoped not, I liked what I had seen the last two days and for her to go blonde now would only scare me away. Big, dramatic changes after what I just learned were not a good thing. I typed quickly, **Ummmm, but I liked it brown. :(** I pressed send and looked at the time. I had to go back to work and shoved the phone in my pocket and made my way out of the break room. A cell phone being used while on the clock is frowned upon at work... if you're caught. I set my phone to the side, face up, in a secluded place in my work station. I had set it on silent and would be notified by the screen light. I end up not being able to concentrate and stare at my computer monitor, my phone just to the left, it's what I'm really staring at. I see it light up and in a slick movement swipe the screen a couple times and have it open, I lean close to my monitor and read my phone. **Don't worry. Just the ends. I take a break in 5 minutes. I'll send a pic.** I do some quick math, if her hair is died already she must have left right after me. I know I have to wait to see what she did, she said 5 minutes. I pretended to work and good thing, my boss cruises by, his normal 'walk around' to make sure everyone is on task. Seven minutes after I sent my text my screen lights up. I do the same thing as before, I have to squint to see the screen. **So... I'm not gonna be able 2 make lunch. :( I'm gonna smoke a quick cigarette with Heather, my stylist, then go back in so she can style my hair then do my nails.** I had another text from her and read it. **Things are going so well, I'll tell u when I c u. Sorry I can't make it. Forgive me? Gonna send a pic in a sec. I'll make up for it tonight when we do dinner and a movie... Love u Will.** I knew she was in the middle of some serious girl time but I was still a little pissed, I wanted attention and wasn't getting it. I was being a baby and knew it but also knew that if I felt like this, my feelings for her were pretty deep. I had forgot the picture and was ready to give up and just turn my phone over when the phone lit back up. Leaning forward again, I open the picture but can barely see it. I can give a fuck less about my boss at the moment and pick up the phone to see the picture better. There's my girl staring back at me, she's standing outside somewhere, the picture must have been taken by her new friend Heather. The changes are bold but subtle at the same time, if that makes any sense. Her hair is still a little damp but I could tell that a blow dryer had been used. It was parted and messy, a comb might have been run through it but there was no style except for the part. Jenny's hair had a natural flip to it on the ends, having seen Jimmy's hair wet many times, I know if she were to let it just dry, she wouldn't have curls but she would have waves. The ends of the hair are now dyed a bright blonde, that's the only change I can see. The last three inches of hair, all the way around, seems to 'pop' as her darker hair lays on top. The contrast is perfect, long strands of brown hair, naturally highlighted with blondish streaks lying flat on top of the layer of gold hair. I couldn't wait for tonight, hell, I couldn't wait for the next text but I knew I had too. I struggle until lunch and still hadn't heard from Jenny. I send a text and don't hear anything back. I resist being the jealous, possessive boyfriend and try to be patient. Finally, with an hour left in my workday, I get a text from her. **The look isn't dramatic but what happened today was. Can't wait 2 tell you. Plz hurry home. We have reservations for dinner at 7:30, movie starts at 9:30. Sorry it took so long.** I liked that she had took it upon herself to organize the night but was upset she hadn't sent a picture. I close down the text and see that there's another, with my phone on silent, I missed the incoming text. The image is what awaits me when I get home from work in about an hour and I feel like one of the luckiest men alive. I stare at it for minutes, wanting to go into the bathroom stall and jack off to the picture, it feels like I'm beat red and I suppress the thought. Jenny's staring at me through my phone screen, the picture only shows her from the neck up. She's sitting in her car with phone held where her rearview mirror is, she has it zoomed in and I can't tell which hand is holding the phone. Her face is facing the phone but her eyes are shifted to her left, she appears to be looking at something outside of the car. I can see some of her shoulders, it looks like she's wearing some kind of black blazer and she has a necklace on. It hugs the base of her neck, they're two small wires running around her neck, small black stones are spaced every three quarters of an inch. She has pink, shiny lipstick on, her top lip is thin and shaped in the classic 'ribbon' shape, her bottom lip is fat and protrudes a little. Some guys would call them 'Dick Sucking Lips' or 'DSL's', I look at them and call 'em 'My girls'. She has a light coat of flesh colored foundation on, her cheeks look perfect and free of blemishes. Her eyes are made up the same as usual only it looks like today she isn't wearing any eye shadow, only eyeliner and mascara. The whole reason for the visit to the salon was the nails, I couldn't see them in this picture as the main focus was on her hair. The look was elegant but professional, something she could probably do herself but I wasn't sure. I knew Jenny had mastered ringlets but wasn't sure how talented she had become with a curling iron. The hair was still parted to the right, just like the picture before only now the part had a little flip on the end. It starts above the center of her left eye and sweeps down covering half of her right eyebrow and stops just over her ear. Her hair seems to flow from behind the part into a large curl that curls inward and just hangs there. The curl stops on her shoulder near the base of her neck and I can see other curls behind it. There aren't a lot of curls and they aren't ringlets, they look to be spaced out and aren't curled tight at all. The curl on the right side of her face is sloppy and not the one I wanna play with, that one rests on the other side, it's the one I can't take my eyes off of. With the part in her hair, the left side hangs down at a slight angle and twists into a corkscrew type curl that starts at the part and stops at the base of her neck. In the twist of the corkscrew I can see part of her ear, she's wearing a wider, medium sized, silver hoop earring. The hair twists and goes from a honey colored brown to bright blonde. The last two inches of curl all blonde, the curl tightens near the end so the new color forms a curl about the same diameter as my dick. I want her to twist the curl around my dick like it were the barrel of a curling iron. I imagine that I would stare at the thick strand of hair wrapped around my shaft, eventually she would pull her head away, the curl would pull and tickle me at the same time. I hear my bosses' voice and snap back to reality, pressing the 'home' button I toss my phone to the side like I had never held it. He stops at my cubicle, he wants to talk. "Hey Will. I was wondering if you'd mind cuttin out early today?" He looked at his watch, I didn't care what time it was, I wanted outta there. "It's already 4:30 and you'll only lose a half an hour. Would you mind?" He said, probably thinking I needed the money. I had already started cleaning up my space, "Naw Bill. That's cool. I'm ready to get my weekend started." I tried not to look at him, hoping he got the hint that I would be leaving in the next minute. "Well good," he said snapping his fingers and bringing the fisted hand up to slap his other hand. He started to say something, I think he was trying to be friendly. I stood up and started to move past him, "Sorry Bill, I gotta go." He was surprised that I had just cut him off and was already headed for the door, "Well. Okay but..." He still tried to carry on, I threw up my hand, my back was already facing him. I walked to the car thinkin 'Fuck you Bill. I got better things to do.' My girl was waiting for me and I couldn't wait to see her. TO BE CONTINUED...