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   This work of fiction is of an adult nature and is not intended for
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   (C) Copyright 2001 by M.  Sherlocke-Romianik.  Feel free to distribute
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   Shy - Part 4 - Jenna by M.  Sherlocke-Romianik msromianik@hotmail.com

   I let myself into the house with the key that wasn't mine.  I shut the
door quietly.  As I moved down the hall to the staircase I glanced
furtively into open doorways.  I knew there would be no one in those rooms,
but this was the sort of situation where I was permitted to be paranoid.  I
was uninvited here.  I walked up the stairs quietly, my feet bare, as I'd
removed my shoes before unlocking the door.  At the top of the stairs I
went left and walked to the second door down.  The door was open slightly,
and I pushed it wide enough to allow me to slip through.  She was lying
asleep in bed, and her hair was spun gold across the pillow.  A white sheet
covered her body, clinging to her so the shapes of her breasts, sides and
thighs were distinguishable.  An arm was crossed over her belly.  The other
lay above her head, creamy and delicate.  I stood and looked at her, her
chest rising and falling in the quiet rhythm of sleep.  I bent over her and
kissed her gently on the lips.  She didn't move.

   I stroked a hand down her cheek, and she shifted slightly, but still she
slept on.  Gently, I eased the sheet down, exposing her breasts.  The two
mounds were milky white, her nipples darker, but soft.  I looked at her and
saw the shadows beneath those perfect breasts, begging me to lick them.  I
kissed her lips again; still she slept on.  I slid a hand across her cheek
and down her neck, tracing her collarbone before stroking the smooth skin
lower down.  I cupped her right breast in my hand and kissed her again,
harder this time.  Her eyes fluttered open, and I drew quickly back so she
would see me, realise who I was.  She breathed my name and reached up to
touch my face.  Her fingers traced across my lips and I bent back down to
kiss her.  Her mouth tasted of sleep, and she kissed gently, still waking
up.  My mouth traced kisses down her chin and neck, then up to her sweet
mouth again.  Her lips parted to let my tongue through to probe her.  Her
tongue was wet against mine, playing, stroking.  Our mouths pressed
together felt heavenly.

   I ran my hand slowly down to her breasts, caressing them lightly,
alternating from one to the other.  Awake now, her nipples had grown hard,
and I brushed the tiny points with my thumb.  She pushed herself into a
sitting position as I kissed her, the sheet bundling up in her lap,
exposing her belly and her cute little navel.  She wrapped her arms around
me and pulled me closer as we kissed.  My hands moved to the silk of her
naked back.  Her skin was hot, delightful.  My tongue probed her mouth as
her hands slid over me.  She pulled my top over my head and let my naked
breasts fall free.  She pressed her chest against me, my skin cooling hers.
The warmth of her was almost caressing me.  I kissed her again, deeper,
pushing her closer to me as our nipples rubbed together in explosive
sensation.  She untangled the sheet from the rest of her body, exposing her
milky thighs and pert ass, and the little mole on her right hip.

   My hand traced down her back and moved around to feel her pussy.  I slid
a finger between the lips.  She was hot and wet down there.  I moved my
hand back up to her breasts and rubbed them, more firmly now.  She sighed
heavily and pushed my skirt down and off.  She smiled at me when she saw I
had no panties on, and she caressed my thighs, running her hands over my
ass and back, pulling me on top of her.  I lay on her, our bodies pressed
together as we kissed, hard and passionate now.  I reached down and pulled
one of her slender legs around me.  My hand sought her pussy.  I slid a
tentative finger in and out, spreading her moisture around the lips and up
to her clitoris.  She responded with her hips, a tiny upwards jerk that
signalled pleasant sensation.  I pushed my finger back into her, then
joined it with another.  I slid them back and forth against the walls of
her pussy.  She was soft and tight and, best of all, she was dripping wet.
My fingers moved slowly inside of her, bending slightly to stroke as much
of her insides as I could.

   She kissed me harder, her leg tight around me and her hands on my ass. I
moved my fingers up to work on her clitoris, flicking rapidly over her
little button.  She moaned into my mouth, pushing her hips upwards.  She
bit my lip hard enough to mark it and dug her nails into my back.  She
called my name and bucked under me, and I plunged two fingers into her so I
could both heighten and feel her orgasm.  She soaked my fingers in pussy
juice and moaned loudly, trembling and bucking.  I jammed my mouth onto
hers and she kissed me hard and rough.  She stopped bucking and trembling
as her orgasm subsided.  Her mouth still worked on mine feverishly, and I
kept my two fingers inside her.  She pulled away and stared straight into
my eyes, my green mirrored in her brown.  She kissed me again, deep and
warm, almost gentle.  I slowly slid my fingers out of her and moved them to
my lips to suck the juice off them.

   We lay still for a few moments, our heads resting on the pillow, looking
at each other.  I could smell her.  She smelled like orange blossom, and to
me her taste was as sweet as honey.  Once our breathing was regular, she
moved out from under me and lay on her side.  She pushed me onto my side
and stroked my thighs lightly.  Her hand squeezed my ass and then slipped
round between my legs.  I parted them a tiny bit and her hand moved up to
cup my pussy.  She was cool against the searing heat of my center.  She lay
with her hand there, staring at me.  I stared back.  She was incredibly
beautiful.  Her eyes were dark with thick lashes, contrasting startlingly
with her golden blonde hair.  I reached to brush a strand from her lip, and
she turned to kiss my palm, simultaneously sliding two fingers deep into my
pussy.  She took me by surprise, and I closed my eyes and moaned.  I felt
her stroke against the resistance of my pussy and I opened my legs more to
relieve the pressure.  She caressed me, becoming firmer with each stroke,
pulling moans of pleasure from me.  Her thumb brushed over my clitoris,
causing me to spasm like a tiny electric shock had passed through me.  I
moved my hips with her stroking, becoming hotter, slicker.  I pushed my
face into the pillow and moaned loud and long.

   She pushed me onto my back and covered my pussy with her mouth.  She
licked me from my ass to my clitoris, making me shudder with pleasure.  She
worked her tongue into me and rubbed over my clitoris with her fingers.  I
opened my legs wider and moved my hips in time with her tongue-fucking.  My
breath quickened as she licked and sucked me, nibbling gently on the lips
of my pussy, before pushing her tongue back in.  I felt myself reach the
edge of coming and pushed her mouth quickly away.  I pulled her up and
kissed her passionately, turning her on her side.  I twisted around and
lifted one of her legs so that her foot was flat on the bed.  I pressed my
face between her legs and she did the same to me.  I felt her hot tongue
plunge back into me, and I flicked mine rapidly over her clitoris while
pushing a finger into her.  I swirled around inside of her and gasped as
her fingers rubbed against my clitoris again.  I paused and panted before
pressing my tongue in her as far as it would go, using my hands to hold the
lips of her pussy apart.  She paused and panted, too, as my tongue darted
in and out of her.  My saliva ran onto her thigh, mingled with her own
juices.  Her hips jerked towards me as her fingers and tongue worked
furiously on my pussy.  I pressed two fingers into her and slammed them in
and out, hard and fast while tonguing her clit, milking her orgasm out of
her as mine tore out of me.  Her cries echoed mine as we came together, our
fingers buried in each other's pussies.  My orgasm lasted a few seconds
longer than hers and I moaned her name, relishing the sound of it on my
lips.  My thighs felt hot and sticky, but slick at the same time, as my
body calmed from the tremendous sensation she had inflicted on me.

   I turned back to her and kissed her mouth.  We tasted the same, like
pussy.  Her breasts pressed against mine and she reached up to caress my
nipples softly.  I put my arms around her and drew the tangled white sheet
over our naked bodies.  She turned her face into my neck and breathed her
hot breath against my skin.  I pressed my face into her hair and inhaled
orange blossom again.  Her breathing became slow and deep as she fell
asleep, exhausted by her orgasms.  I closed my eyes and held her until I
joined her in a calm and restful sleep.


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