Jenny

   I had always liked Jenny, though I didn't know her well personally. We
worked together on the night shift. Us night-timers have a slightly different
perspective on the world that most other people on 'normal' shifts. We're often
driving on streets devoid of life at 3AM, and spend a lot of time at home
because nothing's open. And then we sleep through the morning, when everybody
else is alive and awake. It's a very lonely life most of the time.    Jenny
suffered from this as much as I. She had come to town almost a year ago, and
because of her hours, she hadn't had so much as one date in all that time.
Often she would grumble about the lack of a social/sex life. There were plenty
of guys on the night shift, but for some reason she didn't seem interested.
More than a few of them were interested, though. She stood about 5 foot seven
and was rather busty. She was a bit overweight, but not seriously and I found
it quite a turn-on. It made her seem more real, somehow. More than once I had
half-jokingly offered my services, only to be turned down with an appreciative
smile. I could never seem to work up the nerve to come out and ask her for a
date. Mostly it was because I was certain she'd turn me down and rejection was
something I didn't really care for. I don't know what got into me one night. It
was a Saturday and we both had gotten roped into putting in a 'little
overtime'. If you consider 10 hours 'little'. Anyway, it was about 9PM and we
both sat down to lunch. Since there was no one else there we actually talked to
each other. Somehow the conversation got around to dates, and I asked her just
what it was she looked for in a guy. "Well," she said musingly, "looks aren't
all that important, I guess. A good personality is more important." She was
silent for a moment, thinking. "Right now what I would like to find most is
somebody who's good in bed. After a year of nothing I'm getting kind of, well,
itchy." My heart gave a jump at that and my temperature rose ten degrees. I got
up to get a cup of coffee from the machine behind her. As I did, I said, "How
do you expect to find somebody like that? Advertise?" She chuckled. "I can see
it now: Lonely woman seeks good fucker. Low pay but great fringe benefits."
"Those benefits look pretty good to me." I said, still standing behind her and
sipping my coffee. My heart had calmed, but I was still tense. Anticipatory,
perhaps. "But seriously, that's what you're looking for? Not just any old guy
who can get it up?" "Uh uh." She said softly, almost dreamily. "It would be
tempting, but hell, if the guy doesn't know what he's doing, it just isn't
really worthwhile. Not for me, anyway. For him it's probably great." The it was
my turn to laugh. "Yeah, I guess so. Some guys are like that. They just want
to, um, get off and go to sleep. But there are some who are different, ya
know."    "Oh, really?" she said, still seemingly in a trance. "Sure." I said.
I put the cup down. "For some of us half the fun is in making the other person
feel good." I placed my hands on her shoulders, though I wasn't really aware of
it at the time. "Sex is an artform. I think so, anyway. I used to have a
girlfriend who told me I was the only guy who was capable of making her come
almost every time. The only reason for that was because I the only guy who
really tried."    I was massaging her shoulders while I said this. I looked
down and saw that she was breathing deeply and heavily, her eyes closed. My
heart rate jumped back up when I realized what was happening. I felt my prick
swelling up inside my jeans like a balloon. Slowly I moved my hands out along
her shoulders while I continued to talk in a husky voice. "You see, my favorite
part of making love is to explore the woman's body." My hands moved up and down
her arms. Her breathing grew more labored and she tilted her head up a bit,
eyes still closed. I leaned down and whispered close to her ear, "Every inch,
from head to toe. I like to touch, and be touched. I like to lick and nibble
until until she can't take any more. And then..." I ran my hands up her sides
and slowly, gently slipped them around under her breasts. Her breathing turned
to gasps, then moans. She arched her back as I fondled her. Even through her
bra and heavy shirt her nipples stood out like little buttons. I flicked my
index fingers across them gently and each time I did she jumped a little.    By
now I was hard as a rock and her hand found its way to my crotch, rubbing its
length almost desperately. She seemed almost out of control, her breath coming
in little cries. She turned around suddenly and buried my mouth against hers.
The kiss lasted forever, it seemed, as our tongues intertwined like two
sensuous snakes. Then the shift bell rang. Lunch was over. We both pulled back,
confused and more than a little embarassed. Neither one of us said much as we
straghtened out our clothing and got ready to go back to work.    On the way
out the door though, our hands brushed briefly and a spark seemed to jump
between them. I looked up at her and saw a barely controlled fire raging in her
eyes. I knew right then that it was not nearly over yet...


   The rest of the night passed quietly. I kept looking at Jenny across the
otherwise unoccupied shop but not once did I catch her looking back at me. I
didn't have opportunity to talk to her at all, so I could do nothing but
wonder. Most likely she was trying to forget it ever happened. I was hardly a
woman's dream come true, as past experiences had told me. Probably just as
well. But just try telling that to the ache in my heart. Or the one between my
legs.

   Finally the end-of-shift bell rang. A couple of scraggly, sorry-looking
graveyard people had drifted in to take over our machines and we could take
off. I saw Jenny head over to the phone and dial a number. "What's up?" I asked
her. "Calling Dianne to come pick me up. She's got my car tonight."    Dianne
was Jenny's roomie. I had met her briefly before, and Jenny had once mentioned
that she worked an early day shift. Even if she didn't have to get up early
tomorrow she surely wouldn't enjoy dragging ass out of bed at 2AM to come down
here and get Jenny. Before Jenny dialed the last digit I volunteered, "Hey,
don't wake her up. I'll give you a ride." Jenny looked at me dubiously, her
finger paused over the last number. "I didn't figure you for the altruisitc
type. Isn't it out of your way?" "It's more out of Dianne's way. The poor woman
isn't a creature of the night like us. She needs her sleep." She considered a
moment, then put the phone back with the last number still undialed. "Okay,"
she smiled, "but straight home and no sidetrips. I'm bushed."    "No prob." I
assured her. We walked out into the refreshingly cool night air, across the
parking lot to my junkmobile. I saw her giving it the wary eye and I flashed
her a grin, "Don't laugh, it's paid for." I thought I heard her mumble
something about it being paid for in cereal boxtops but I didn't pursue the
matter. I turned the key and the engine moaned, grumbled, and finally coughed
to life athsmatically. I revved the engine a couple times and it roared
impressively, the sound bouncing off the nearby building walls in staccato
bursts. I really needed to put a muffler on the damn thing. Pulled out of the
parking lot and into the street--slowly. I was thankful that it was dark and
Jenny couldn't see my foot which had the accellerator pressed to the floor. I
doubt she would have cared anyway. She was too busy hanging on for dear life,
trying to avoid being shaken out of her seat. I *really* needed to put a
muffler on this car. Ten teeth-rattling minutes later we pulled up in front of
her apartment building. All around lights were coming on as people were getting
up to see what the hell was making all that racket. I found an empty spot along
the curb and turned the ignition off the keep from waking the other half of the
neighborhood. In the deafening silence I turned to face her. "Well, here we
are." She turned in the darkness, "Yep, here we are. Well, thanks for the, uh,
ride..." and opened the door. I turned the key as she stepped out. I was
rewarded by a low groan and a death rattle from somewhere under the hood.
Turning the key again only got me a faint clicking sound. I hit the wheel with
the palm of my hand. "Shit!"    "What's the matter?" Jenny asked, leaning in
the still open door.    "Fucking battery died again!" I groaned. "The
alternator belt's broken. I was gonna fix it tomorrow."    "Oh." She said.
"Well, I can go up and get the keys from Dianne and give you a jump with my
car. Hang on..." She dissapeared into the darkness. Several minutes later she
returned with a disgusted look on her face. "I don't fucking believe it. She's
not there! She left a note on the 'fridge saying she left with some guy for the
coast and won't be back 'til tomorrow afternoon. In my car, damn her! I coulda
been stuck at work all night!" Actually, I had the idea Jenny was more pissed
because her roomie had a date tonight and she didn't. Which I didn't feel
particularly sympathetic for at the moment, considering my predicament. "Well,
I could thumb it home and have a buddy bring me back early tomorrow and jump
me. That way I can get the car out of here before it starts lowering property
values." I got out and shut the door and locked it. I started to walk down the
street and I noticed Jenny keeping step with me, obviously wanting to say
something but not knowing quite how. She said haltingly, "Um, well, since it's
kinda my fault that you're stuck here, I, uh, could put you up for the night."
Oh really? I was tired, but not so tired I didn't pick up on the possible
implications of that statement right away. And even if it didn't mean what I
hoped, it still sounded better than standing out in the cold for maybe hours
trying to get a ride from some soft-hearted motorist. It wouldn't be the first
time I had done that and I wasn't looking forward to doing it again. "Sure." I
said, hoping I didn't sound too eager, "It's been a long day already. Thanks."
"Thank *you*." she murmured under her breath, and I wondered what that was
supposed to mean as I followed her to her apartment.


   As I walked into Jenny's apartment the first thing that hit me was the
all-permeating odor of catbox. It wasn't too bad, though. I used to have a cat
myself, so I was used to it. The place was fairly small, with a kitchen in an
alcove off to my right and a short hallway to the left leading to the bedrooms
and bathroom. In front was the living room. There was a couch and a couple of
well-worn chairs. A small TV sat on a none-too-steady stand opposite the couch
and chairs. The place was clean, but cluttered. Magazines and various articles
of female clothing lay scattered about. Jenny began picking up the latter while
mumbling an apology. I remarked it looked lots better than my place, which
didn't comfort her much since she saw what my car looked like and could well
imagine what my place must look like. She was probably right on the money.
After a few minutes the place was fairly straight. She plopped down in a chair,
exhausted. I landed on the couch feeling about the same. Exhausted, but far
from sleepy. "Nice place you got here." I remarked.    "Thanks." she smiled
tiredly. "It was cheap and clean." She sat up a little and said, "I really
appreciate the ride. And... I'm kinda glad you're here. I hate staying in this
neighborhood by myself..." She looked like she was going to say more but
stopped and looked away instead.    I started to reply but felt something
moving by my feet. I looked down and saw a little grey ball of fur playing with
my shoelaces. Gently I reached down and picked it up. It was a kitten, about
four months old, all fuzz and golden eyes, which stared into mine. And sharp
claws, which I dicovered a second later as he(?) decided he wanted down NOW. I
complied quickly before he could do any serious damage. He shot across the room
in a grey blur and dissappeared under the coffee table. Jenny was grinning at
me. Suddenly she got up and said "Excuse me, I gotta change and clean up a
little. Make yourself at home. I won't be long." And she dissappeared into one
of the other rooms. A moment later I heard a shower running.    I never was
very good at making myself at home in somebody else's home. Not to mention I
was worn out from work and a funny little knot of tension rested in the pit of
my stomach. I turned on the TV and settled back on the couch, trying to relax.
It wasn't long before she was done. I turned to see her and had to hold back a
small gasp of surprise. She stood in the hallway dressed in just a nightshirt
that just came down to her upper thighs, and apparently nothing else. The shirt
was slit partway up the sides, showing tantalizing glimpses of skin. Her
braless breasts hung firm and high, the nipples hard, straining against the
thin cotton and just begging to be set free. Her bare legs were magnificently
toned, retaining just a hint of tan leftover from the summer. I noticed she was
smiling at me, nervous but apparently enjoying my attentions.    Then, to my
complete shock she yawned and stretched her arms high above her head. The
shirt, which was just barely long enough to begin with, rode up and I plainly
saw the brown fuzz of her pubic hair. She held the pose for one magnificent
second, then dropped her arms down again, much to my dissapointment.    I made
no pretense of not looking at her. That would have been ridiculous. But her
eyes met mine and I saw the same fire I saw earlier in the lunchroom, only this
time it wasn't smouldering but raging almost out of control. With slow
deliberation she walked across the room, swinging her hips just the right
amount to make the slits in the nightshirt part and give excruciating glimpes
of bare skin. She sat down on the couch next to me, close enough to touch. One
gorgously unclad leg rested on the couch and across the other leg at about
mid-thigh. One arm draped carelessly over the back. Her eyes met mine and
seemed to capture me completely. My heart went wild as what was going on here
finally sunk in.    Finally she spoke, her voice low and throaty. "Did you mean
what you said earlier?" Her voice startled me out of the spell I was in. "Um,
what did I say earlier?"    "That you like to give pleasure as much as recieve
it?" she said softly.    My heart thudded slowly in my chest. "Sure." I
answered just as softly, "Giving is lots of fun. I never tire of it." "And..."
she asked, uncertainty crossing her face, "and... would you be willing to give
a little to someone who could really use it?"    Now, it would seem to be
obvious that I should answer immediately with a loud and enthusiastic YES! but
being in such a situation is much different from reading or fantasizing. In all
honesty, I was a little frightened. I'd had more than my share of fantasies
about Jenny, but to be presented with a breathing living willing reality was
another thing. You don't treat real human beings the way you do in fantasies.
But then I realized that she was honestly asking for help, and taking quite a
chance doing so. She was obviously as scared and hopeful as I was. To turn her
down would do great damage to her self-esteem. I couldn't do that to her. So, I
simply said "Yes." She gazed into my eyes for a long, long moment, uncertain
how to proceed. Then her lips met mine in a deep, open kiss. She moved forward
until she was laying on top of me while we were still kissing. Our bodies moved
together, rubbing in slow, sinuous motion. Her hips pressed down directly on
the hardness at my crotch and ground against it, sending waves of pleasure
though me. Her mouth was still locked with mine, but her breath was coming in
short gasps. Our activity became more frenzied as our excitement grew, her
gasps turning to low moans. And all at once, the spell broke. She collapsed on
top of me, her head buried in my chest, crying softly. The dry humping had
stimulated me almost to orgasm, but my erection quickly faded. Unsure of what
else to do, I held her and caressed her hair and rocked her back and forth
softly while making what I hoped were soothing noises. For a long time we lay
like that, until she sniffled and raised her head. Her eyes were red-rimmed and
very vulnerable. "God, I feel so stupid..." she said in a very quiet voice.
"Shhh." I said, "It's okay. You're not stupid. Things just went a little too
fast, didn't they?" She nodded, looking away. "I guess so. I've never been like
this in my entire life. I talk a lot, but I'm not really like that. Tonight I
just... I don't know..." she started sniffling and buried her face in my chest
again. "There, there," I said softly "being lonely and hurting doesn't make you
a bad person at all. It makes you human, which is no more or less than the rest
of us. You're a free adult and I don't feel you did anything wrong." I don't
think she was convinced but she didn't respond or argue. We lay together
silently until I wondered if she dropped off to sleep. Finally she raised her
head. "These long hours don't help any, either. I think I'll go to bed." She
got off me and stood unsteadily. Her nightshirt stuck to her body in several
interesting places but I found my interest surprisingly muted by my concern for
this girl. I thought I was going to be making this couch my bed for the night
but she held a hand down to me. "Come on." I got up painfully, and stretched as
the circulation returned to my muscles. How long had I been laying there,
anyway? I was afraid to find out. Holding my hand, she pulled me towards the
bedroom. "I know it's kind of forward, in light of how this evening is going,
but I'd really like some nice company tonight, even just to sleep with. You
don't mind, do you?" I really didn't, and I said so. She kissed me on the
cheek. "I've always liked you." The bedroom was about as orderly as the rest of
the apartment, but still seemed feminine, without being really obvious about
it. She had a full size bed, with the blankets thrown over it in a hurried
attempt at neatness. She had probably done it before leaving for work this
morning. Yesterday morning, actually. She pulled the covers down and sat on the
edge of the bed with a sigh, springs groaning beneath her. "God, I'm so tired."
She gripped the lower hem of her nightshirt, apparently to pull it off, and
then looked up at me, concerned. "You don't mind, do you? I don't usually sleep
with anything on." My mouth had suddenly gone dry again as my heart leaped. I
shook my head, trying not to appear too anxious, "No, that's... okay."    She
pulled the shirt up, up, revealing inch after agonizing inch  more of bare
skin, until she pulled it off over her head and dropped it on the floor beside
her. She stretched her arms, gloriously, wonderfully nude, and sighed "Ah...
that feels so much better." She swung her legs up onto the bed and covered
herself up to her waist. Her breasts were so large and inviting, the aurioles a
bright rosy read, the nippless still partially erect, that my hands just ached
to touch them. Instead I tore my eyes away and walked around to the other side
of the bed, where she smiled and pulled the covers down for me. I sat down and
almost got in before she said "Aren't you at least going to take your shoes
off?" I *had* forgotten that little detail. I still had my jacket on, even. I
stood up and pulled off my jacket and kicked off my shoes. For a moment I
wondered how far I should go, then decided to hell with it. I pulled my shirt
off over my head, then unbuckled my pants. She was watching me, of course, and
there seemed to be a hint of excitement in her eyes. I took my pants off and
saw her eyes lock on the bulge in my shorts. I was still somewhat erect so the
bulge was pronounced, to say the least. Slowly I pulled them down and my penis,
freed from imprisonment, leaned out from the dark fluff of my pubic hair,
almost at it's maximum size though still pointing downward. There was an
audible intake of breath from her when she saw it.    I sat down and removed my
socks and crawled under the covers. In a husky voice she said, "That was
magnificent." as she reached over to turn the light out. Then she snuggled
against me, laying her head on my arm. Her body was warm, almost burning, and
the feel of her bare skin next to mine and the excitement of knowing there were
absolutely no layers of clothing between us soon had me excited again. My heart
wouldn't stop pounding and my cock stood ramrod stiff and twitching. She moved
her arm up and placed her hand on my chest. "Anybody ever tell you how
attractive you are?" Actually, nobody had, and I said as much and I placed my
free hand on her side and moved it from shoulder to hip in a long, slow caress,
back and forth. After a moment her breathing changed pitch and became quicker,
deeper. Her hand caressed my chest in a similar manner and she nuzzled my neck
softly. This time there was none of the hurried frenzy of earlier. Things were
progressing smoothly and more naturally, without a word from either one of us.
I became a little more adventuresome with my explorations, and moved my hand to
cup one soft breast. I moved my hand under it, feeling it's weight, and my
thumb found her nipple, finally bare and fully erect. I rubbed my thumb across
it and a short, breathy moan escaped her lips as she arched her back. Her hand
moved down, raising to trail her fingers through my pubic hair before resting
lightly on my cock, sendling little twinges and flashes of pleasure through my
pelvis. I raised my hips in reponse and she grabbed my cock almost tight enough
to hurt. Almost, but not quite. Instead it felt wonderful. I was now massaging
her whole breast and her breath came in ragged moans and she whole body writhed
in slow, sinuous motion. I moved my face down and extended my tongue, slowly
circling it around her nipple. Then I took it in my mouth, as much as I could,
and sucked it in and out rapidly between my teeth, and her writhing became more
violent, almost pulling away from me. My free hand, meanwhile, moved around to
her back, travelling up and down exploring freely from her neck to her ass,
which I grabbed hard when I reached it. Her mouth covered mine and our tongues
intertwined frantically. Her arms wrapped around me almost hard enough to
squeeze the breath out of me and my cock ground hard against her pubic fuzz.
Finally her mouth released mine only long enough to gasp, "I want you in me
now!" I had roughly the same idea by then myself. She rolled over on her back,
more or less pulling me on top of her. I raised my hips and she reached down to
guide me into the right spot. With slow deliberateness I thrust my cock into
her. She was so wet and excited that it slid in with no resitance at all, until
I was buried in her as deep as I could go and I felt her fuzz tickling my lower
belly. She pressed her hips against mine for maximum penetration as her gasps
became cries. I did not pump but simply held myself there as her movements grew
more frantic and her cries louder. I knew if I moved too much I would come and
I wanted to enjoy this as long as I could. Instead I just moved myself from
side to side a little, pushing her even closer to the brink as she bucked
beneath me. "Oh God... Oh God..." she moaned, her voice getting higher and
lounder until her muscles locked and held rigid in an explosive orgasm. The
muscles of her vagina locked tight on my penis and almost against my will I
orgasmed, pumping my seed deep into the warm depths of her body for what seemed
a long, long time and intensifying her pleasure even more, if such a thing was
possible. We shared an endless moment of agonizing pleasure before collapsing
in an exhausted heap, with me still laying on top and buried deep within her.
Gasping for air and trying to regain some of our strength, we lay like that for
who knows how long. Jenny's eyes looked up into mine and she was so achingly
beautiful in the half-light streaming in from the window. In those eyes there
was no more fire (though I knew it would soon be back) but warmth and
tenderness and gratitude and... love?    In an exhausted voice she said, "Hi
there, stranger." In a similarly exhausted voice I replied, "Hi there yourself.
Come here often?" My unintentional double entendre sent us both into a fit of
laughter that wiped away any tension that might have remained. It felt as if we
had been lovers for years, instead of just one frantic night. For a fleeting
instant I felt a glimmer of hope that it might go on for years... She spoke and
interrupted my musing. "You know, it's been well over a year since I've... been
with anybody. In one short night you've made up for all that lost time and then
some. I've never experienced anything this intense. Never." "I don't think I
have either." I replied tiredly. "This was incredible. Just as I had always
thought it might be." "Yeah. Me too." She shifted a little and a wave of
residual pleasure ran though me. "Actually, I could get used to this on a... a
regular basis. I've always, um, liked you. Maybe in the near future we could...
um..." I shushed her quietly, "The future can take care of itself, and perhaps
we'll be in each other's. I think I'd like that myself very much. Right now
let's just enjoy the moment." She nodded silently and relaxed.    It was not
long before my penis began to swell again, and Jenny noticed it almost before I
did for I had never pulled it out. The second time around I was much less
sensitive and lasted far longer. She climaxed at least six times before I came
again and we both collapsed, exhausted for real, as the first light of dawn
began to color the sky outside.

   We spent most of Sunday in bed, and not from exhaustion either, although we
did exhaust each other eventually. I never did make it home that weekend, and
it was with bitter dissapointment we faced the reality of Monday and going back
to work. We dragged in together half an hour late, disheveled and in rumpled
clothes (mine were the same ones from Saturday). I was barely choerent enough
to work all day long, but not for one second did I regret it.

   That was six months ago. We saw each other every weekend, and most nights in
between. Dianne moved out to join her new boyfriend in Oregon City, and Jenny
immediately invited me to move in with her. I didn't waste any time packing.
At work they don't know anything about it, because the boss frowns heavily on
employee relationships (Or any other form of fun that doesn't increase his
profits, for that matter.) but every time I walk by Jenny or meet her in the
lunch room she always favors me with a little smile and a conspiritorial wink,
which I always return. You know, I used to hate working nights...