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 Sweet Jenny.  by BRob.  MF MMF slut

   I'll never forget her.

   Jenny was my neighbor in college.  I had a thing for her from the first
time I saw her.  She was so comfortable in her skin.

   Jenny lived next door to me, she wasn't a college student like most
everyone else around.  She worked in an office somewhere; she was 28.  I
lived in a fourplex and she lived in the ground floor unit right next to
me. I was pretty handy so I had been helping out with some of the building
maintenance just to help offset the rent.  Minor repairs, I mowed the lawn,
stuff like that.  As a result I got to know some of the other tenants a
bit.

   She had to know I was interested from the beginning.  Not that I was any
sort of ladies man.  But looking back, it was probably pretty obvious.  I
wasn't very experienced with girls, but Jenny just captured me, totally,
completely.

   I was a Junior in college when she moved in, so I would have been 21. 
Jenny would always be nice to me, never the standoffish snob it seemed like
most girls were.  Sometimes I think she just was nice to get my help with
things around the place.  As a girl living alone she was always in need of
something and after all I was pretty handy.

   Anyway, we got to be friends of sorts.  I had gathered my courage and
asked her out a few times, she would always be sweet, but make some comment
about my being too nice for her.  We would occasionally share a pizza, or
watch a movie or whatnot.

   One night late maybe a month after she moved in I heard her come home.
Her room backed up to mine in our adjacent units.  Hearing her in there
always made me wish for more, my imagination would run wild, thinking about
her laying there in something incredibly sexy, literally a few feet from
me.

   But this night was a different, she wasn't alone.  It wasn't long before
I knew she was in there with some guy she was dating - I knew that she
dated several.  I don't think she had ever brought anyone back into her
bedroom though, that I had noticed anyway.

   I could hear talking at first, then some music turn on.  Then their
voices were absent.  I lay there on my bed, my imagination running wild,
wondering what she was doing to him, or he was doing to her.  I imagined
all sorts of lewd and perverted things.  I really couldn't hear anything to
speak of, try and I might.  I fell asleep after taking care of myself.

   It was about 3am when I woke.  The bed in her room was knocking against
the wall.  I could hear little moans and half screams coming from Jenny.  I
was instantly hard, imagining it was me.  When her date came he cried out,
sort of a grunting, growling sound.  I came at the same time, all over
myself.  I lay there, sweating, thinking about Jenny, thinking about
holding her after that kind of sex, feeling her long silky hair against my
chest.  I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

   The next morning I had a text from Jenny asking if I could come over and
take a look at something for her.  Of course I would!  I was at her door in
a flash.  She answered the door in her pajamas, sort of those loose fitting
short shorts, with a matching top that barely covered her stomach.  She was
braless and absolutely magnificent!  I did my best not to stare, my mind
was still thinking about all that went on the night before.

   The garbage disposal wasn't working.  I knew I could fix it in a second,
it was just jammed, but I took my time, enjoying the view, and the company.
She stayed right there with me, talking.  I was pretty distracted to say
the least.

   "I thought you were going to tell me your bed was broken" I said to her
with a smile.

   We had become friends of sorts, and I would kid her about the guys she
dates.  They all seemed so juvenile.  But then who was I to talk.  I was 6
or 7 years younger than her myself.  The subtext of these comments was
always that I was available when she got tired of them.  It was never said
outright, but she knew.

   She kind of looked at me funny, then a light bulb went off.  She turned
kind of red and started to apologize.  I stopped her.

   "Don't worry about it.  Jenny," I told her "it sounded like you had a
good time."

   She just looked at me, digesting what I had said.

   I had the disposer fixed and it was time to leave.  At the door, she
again apologized for the night before.  When she didn't meet my gaze, I
couldn't help but take in the sight of her breasts, the nipples pressing
through her pajama top.

   I laughed, "You really have nothing to apologize for Jenny," then I went
out on a limb "I kind of enjoyed it to be honest.  Gave me a bit of
"inspiration" as I lay in my bed there.  I wasn't going back to sleep
that's for sure."

   I could feel that knot in my stomach as I walked away.  Had I just told
her I had been masturbating while listening to one of her boyfriends
fucking her?

   I went back to my room, thinking about it.  Those pajamas, god she was
sexy!  I laid back on my bed, imagining her in her bed at that moment, head
to the same wall as I was.  I was extremely hard, thinking about her, about
them and began to masturbating once again.  When I came, I was
intentionally loud.  I have no idea if she was there or if she could hear
me, but at that moment I wanted her to know.

   I didn't see her for the rest of the week.  I saw her getting into her
car heading out for the evening.  She was dressed hot, short skirt, tank
top.  I talked to her through her car window as she was getting ready to
leave.  She really did have great legs!  Oh my.

   I was asking about her night, figuring she had another hot date.  Just
as she was about to drive off she told me "I'll be coming in late tonight,
I'll try not to wake you when I come in." and she gave me a little grin and
winked.

   I sat there for the rest of the evening trying to decide what she meant
by that.  Of course there was no sleeping, wondering about when she would
be home.

   I heard her car about 1:00am.  She pulled in, with another car right
behind her.  They both got out, it was a guy I hadn't seen before, but they
walked in together, laughing.  Did I see her looking over at my apartment
as she walked up the walk?  It seemed like she looked right at me, but I
was peeking through barely open blinds from a dark living room.

   I raced back to my room and put my ear to the wall.  Yep, they were in
there.  I could hear talking, but very indistinct.  This was driving me
crazy.  Then I remembered, I had a had a stethoscope leftover from when I
thought I was going to be pre-med.

   Using it, I found I could hear their voices, not clearly, but enough.  I
could hear her date, mostly he was moaning.  I was pretty sure I heard
slurping noises, I thought she must be sucking him!  Oh geez.  This was
torture!

   I thought about how foolish I must look, totally naked, standing on my
bed, stethoscope held up against the wall in one hand, my cock in the
other.

   I could hear the squeeking of the bed, could hear her voice.  She was
asking him to fuck her.  She was pretty vocal.  Either it was the
stethoscope or she was being much louder than before.  Either way, I was
about to cum, listening to her, imagining it was me she was talking to. 
Then I heard that rhythmic slapping sound and her moans.

   Then I fell!  My foot slipped off the edge of the bed.  I'm sure my head
hit the wall.  God, she had to have heard me I thought.  I wanted to crawl
into a hole and hide.  I mean how lame is that?

   I lay there cursing myself, feeling humiliated.  I must have fallen
asleep.  It was a couple of hours later that I heard a car start up.  I was
walking to take a look out the front window when I got a text.  I peeked
out front and saw it was Jenny's date, leaving.  I opened up my phone.  It
was from Jenny.

   "Didn't hurt yourself did you?"

   Geez, how to respond.  Now it was obvious she knew I was listening.

   "Nope, just tripped, hope I didn't wake you." Playing dumb.

   "Oh I was awake.  Jeremy just left"

   I sat there, staring at her message, wondering how to reply.

   "I'm still not sleepy, want to come over and watch a movie with me?  She
added.

   "There in a minute." Though it took me a bit more than that, to get
myself together enough to go over.

   She opened the door and let me in.  She was wearing that same set of
pajamas.

   We settled in on the couch and started watching some movie.  I can't
even remember what it was, my mind was elsewhere.

   She sat on the far end of the couch, leaning back against the end, her
feet towards me.  We didn't really say anything.  She was on her side, her
knees pulled up.  In this position her butt was half in view, the loose
short shorts barely covering them.

   She was asleep before the movie was over.  She had turned, more onto her
back.  Her legs straight, I didn't think she was wearing any panties, those
loose shorts not quiet covering her completely.  She had incredible legs.
She lay there like that for a long bit.

   I was growing harder and harder, watching her.  I reached down to adjust
myself, and just left my hand there.  Soon I found myself rubbing my cock
through the fabric of my shorts.

   That's when she pulled foot up, her knee in the air leaning on the back
of the couch..  Her head was turned to the side.  Her shorts were pulled up
and over.  She wasn't spread or anything, but close enough.  She was indeed
panty-less!  And mostly hairless!  I scarcely breathed.  Just a few feet
away was the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen.  It was wet, and puffy.
It looked a little red, and moist.  Holy shit.

   I thought about listening to her earlier, and thought about what this
Jeremy guy had done with her.  I thought about the pounding I had just
heard her take.  Before I realized it, I had my cock out, in my hand.  I
had scarcely touched it when I felt my orgasm welling up.  It caught me off
guard, all over my hand, my shorts.

   I sat there a minute, catching my breath.  With a bit of a mess, I
licked the cum from my hand.  I very quietly got up and let myself out,
leaving Jenny there sleeping after pulling a blanket up over her.

   I had scarcely gotten to into my room when I had a text.  From Jenny of
course.

   "Sweet dreams neighbor"

   I didn't respond, I couldn't.  I was humiliated, and excited.



   I didn't speak to Jenny for almost 2 weeks.  We would see each other, we
would wave as we passed, and there was 3 day weekend in there too.  It was
driving me crazy.  I couldn't tell you how many times I masturbated
thinking about that night on the couch.  And how I should have done things
differently.  I kept thinking, "she was awake!" and wondering to myself
whether she saw me licking the cum off of my fingers.

   I was no stranger to the taste of my own cum.  I'm not sure how I had
gotten into the habit, but it wasn't uncommon for me to do that after
wanking myself off.  I think it started as laziness, but I'd learned to
like it.  I'd been doing it since I was a teenager.  I had never let anyone
know I did that!  Somehow though, the thought of Jenny having seen me that
night, both horrified and excited me.

   A Saturday evening, two weeks since "the night" as I'd come to think of
it.  There was a knock at the door.  It was Jenny.  My heart leapt.  Man
she looked great.  "I'm heading out to a party, but I'll be back later. 
With a grin she handed me a paper bag and turned to her car.  Moments later
she was gone.

   I was still sort of tongue tied.  Such an idiot I was.  I don't think I
even said a word to her.  Then I looked down, at the paper bag in my hand.
I opened it up and looked inside.  What the hell?  It made no sense.  It
was a baby monitor.  What the hell did I want with this?

   Still confused, I looked at it and turned it on.  I heard music coming
from it.  Then I realized, this was only half of a baby monitor.  Where the
heck was the other half?  Then it hit me, oh Geez!  No way, surely not!

   I went into my bedroom, and put my ear against the wall, sure enough I
could hear the same music, just barely.  The other half was in Jenny's
room, and turned on!  I played with it a bit, found I could hear everything
in her room very clearly.

   My mind was reeling a bit.  But I was incredibly excited too.  It was
only 8:00pm.  I knew she wouldn't be home until after midnight.  I knew it
was going to be a long night.

   I lay there in my bed most of the night, not daring to touch myself. 
Listening to the radio in Jenny's room over the monitor.  I remember
thinking to myself "why hadn't I thought of this." But then considered the
fact that she gave it to me told me she knew I was listening.

   At about 1:30am I woke with a start.  Confused, but just for a second, I
heard Jenny's voice, and I could still hear the music.

   She was slurring just a bit, I knew she had had a few drinks.  Then I
heard another voice, a guy.  Geez, for real?  I was wondering if this was
Jeremy from "the night." but soon heard her call him Matt.

   I could hear every word.  Could hear the zipper being tugged down. 
Could hear the rustle of the clothing sliding off.  Wow, this thing was
sensitive.  Then I realized the music was off now too.  Had she done that
on purpose?

   "Oooh, a nice fat one" I heard her say.  I could actually hear her
breathing on this thing!

   Then I heard a definitely masculine sounding moan.  I imaged her small
hands gripping him.

   "That's it girl, suck it"

   Now I could hear that too, the sucking, the slurping.

   "You're going to fuck me with this fat cock aren't you." I heard in a
throaty whisper, then the slurping resumed.

   "Oh yeah, you know it baby, but first I want to fuck your mouth."

   I imagined his hands on her head, imagined him pumping her mouth.

   "Take it baby, take it all"

   Then I heard her gag, but she didn't stop.  I listened to that go on. 
Heard her gag now and then, heard her pull up and catch her breath.  The
whole time I was stroking my own cock.  I was really impressed with this
guys staying power!

   "Turn around, put that sweet ass up here where I can see it."

   And I heard the bed, and the rustle.

   "Oh yeah!  sweet!  You look hot baby.  Does sucking cock always make you
all wet like this?" he asked.  "Oh yes, fuck me, give me your cock."

   "That's it baby, tell me what you want." He teased.

   And so on.  It was torture.  She was very vocal, more so, I was sure,
than the time I listened to her with Jeremy.  For my benefit?

   It was at least 20 minutes later, when I heard him ask where she wanted
it.

   "Cum in me, fill me up."

   And he came.  They both came I think, but I couldn't be sure.  He for
sure did though, no doubt about that.

   It was only 5 minutes later, I heard him telling her he "had to split"

   The room was quiet for a bit, but I could hear her breathing.  I heard
it return to normal.

   Then I got a text.  "Wanna come watch a movie?" she asked.

   I thought this a little odd, then thought about it for a sec.  It made
sense, on some strange level it made sense.

   "be there in 5," I replied.

   "Door's open"

   When I let myself in, she was on the couch, the TV was on.  I walked
over and sat.  She didn't say anything, just leaned over and lay her head
on my shoulder.  I sat there, arm draped around her, not moving.

   "Do you think I'm terrible" she asked, more in a whisper than anything.

   "I think you are incredible Jenny."

   "You're just saying that." Then after a bit "why are you so nice to me."

   "Because I think you are the sexiest girl I've ever met."

   She turned her head up, looking into my eyes, trying to judge the
sincerity of my words.

   I leaned forward and kissed her.  It was tentative at first.  I wanted
to give her the ability to stop it.  I'm not sure why, I've never wanted
anything more in my life.  But for some reason, I wanted her to want it
too.

   It was an incredible kiss.  It was slow and sensual.  Full of passion
and need.  And I could taste the sex on her lips.

   I know it sounds strange, but I've always loved that.  Kissing a girl
after she's been sucking on me.  It just has a different feel somehow. 
It's not the taste of cum.  A girls mouth just has a different quality
about it after she's been sucking on a cock.  It's very sexy.



   Then she lay her head back on my shoulder.  Her fingers wrapped around
my balls.  Lazy caresses, her fingernails dragging over the fabric of my
shorts.

   "I want this Michael.  I want to be with you.  But you should know," and
now she was looking at me again "that I'll still be going out with other
guys."

   I kissed her again, pushing my tongue into her mouth, wanting her to
know I wanted her too.  Wanting her to know it was ok.

   She crawled up and straddled me, never releasing that kiss.  When she
broke to pull her top up over her head I thought I was in heaven.  I took
off my tshirt too.  Then she began to feed her breasts to me.  She would
cup them, offering them to me one at a time, using the other hand to slide
behind my neck, pull me tighter.  When she stood, and slid down her
panties. I told her she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.  In a
flash I was naked too.  She pushed me back onto the couch, straddling me
again.  I couldn't believe how easily I slid inside of her.  She was open,
and wet.  I could feel the juices running from her, down my balls as she
kissed me.

   "Did you like listening to me earlier?" she asked.

   "ohh yesss, that was incredible."

   "Did you cum?"

   "Not yet" I answered.

   "Can you feel his cum inside of me Michael?" She was rocking her hips on
me now.

   "MmmHmmm."

   "Did you hear him fucking my mouth"

   I hadn't even answered when she kissed me again.  Her breasts against my
chest.  Her tongue in my mouth.

   That's when I came.  I've never cum so hard in my life.  It was amazing.

   That was the beginning of a relationship that lasted 2 years.

   She never stopped seeing other guys, but I didn't mind, because I knew
she would have me over afterwards.  It turned out she really got off
knowing I was listening to her when she was with someone else.

   She loved the coming to me afterwards part too - she said it made her
feel so naughty.  I'm not sure she ever really understood that I loved it
as much as she did.  And there were a few times when I actually got to
watch, but that's another story.

   I didn't realize it then, but came to realize pretty soon how much of a
slut she was.  She taught me a lot.  I never minded her seeing other guys,
except that some of them seemed like real assholes.  That never stopped me
from being there for her after they left.

   I know I was different to her, somehow.  She never went out with anyone
very long, a number of them were just over one time.  They were around
mostly for the sex.  They came and went.  I was around for all of it, and I
couldn't get enough.  Mostly they were other college students like myself,
but a few others too.

   I've thought about it a lot over the years since then.  Why I would
always be available to her after one of her meets.  Why it didn't bother me
that I was kissing her after she had just sucked some guy off.  I'm sure it
says something about me.

   I'll admit that I loved the feeling of being inside of her after she had
been with another.  It was so warm and loose, the thought of another guys
cum in there while I was fucking her never failed to get me off, and she
knew it, and would tease me with it.

   I learned to love the way she would talk to me while I was with her,
telling me exactly what to do, telling me exactly what some other guy had
done.  How big he was.  She was always playful with sex.  She thought it
should be fun.  And it was.

   That was almost 10 years ago.  I still think of her often.

   Brob brobdallas@gmail.com