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Subject: Jenny (Mf+ teen play) Chap 3


As found in the noodle box...

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    Chapter Three
    Jenny's Return

    Since I had not synced my watch with the Naval Observatory, I can not
swear that Jenny knocked on my door at exactly five twenty, but I can
testify that within normal error, she was within ten seconds of it. I
opened the door and nearly came on the spot. She was wearing the middie
outfit from the previous night. "Am I on time?", she asked.

    "Close enough. Come in.", I responded. She stepped tentatively
inside. These girls were starting to change personalities faster than I
could adapt. "Have a seat while I get undressed."  She did and I did.
While I was, I continued, "The reason I asked you to come a few minutes
early was that I wanted to tell you about something I want to try, and
to ask your help." I could tell that I had her interest. I had finished
undressing and was walking over to mix my drink when I explained, "Your
idea has been really great. These have been the most exciting evenings I
can remember. Now I think I might be able to do something I have never
been able to do before, and maybe nobody has ever been able to do. I
think there is a chance I can come -- make that stuff shoot out --
without even touching it. When you were here before I thought I was very
close, and I think now that I can do it. But I may need your help." I
took a sip of my drink, and saw that she was hooked. "First of all, I
want to say that I promised you that there would be another time, and
that this was going to be your night, and it is. You can do anything at
all that you want." I walked over and sat down beside her. "Tonight, I
am yours. But the reason I am telling you all this is that there is a
connection of sorts. If I get so excited while you're doing what you
want that I come, then we will have to wait until next time. Which is
okay, believe me. But If I don't come, and we get a chance to go watch
Ashleigh without it, then I want you to come stand next to me." I
paused, and took another sip. "That is when I may need your help." I
paused again. "It may be that I am almost able to do what I want to do,
but I might need just a little more stimulation." I paused again and
took another drink. "If that happens, would it be all right if I touched
you? I mean wherever I wanted, which would probably be something you
wouldn't normally let me do."

    She had been sitting very rigidly, waiting for she knew not what,
and now she laughed, dug her elbow into my ribs, and said, "Oh, Larry!
Don't be silly. You can touch whatever you want to!" Then she dropped
back down and asked, "Can I touch whatever I want?"

    I answered, "If you can see it you can touch it. And if you can't
see it, let me know and I'll fix it so you can." I stood up and turned
to face her. "I want you to know that everything you see is pretty
rugged. You can squeeze, bend, twist, or do whatever you want. If it
gets to be a problem, I'll tell you. Otherwise, you are free to do what
you want."

    She brightened noticeably. "Really? You mean it? You know I really
will if you say I can." She extended her hand in anticipation.

    "I'm all yours", I responded. "Enjoy yourself, and if you have any
questions, just ask."

    "Okay, I will." She dropped her hand lightly onto it and began to
explore it and its environs. She brought her left hand up under my balls
and gently weighed them. "It really is hard, isn't it, Larry? Except
right down here on the bottom there's kind of a soft tube or something,
isn't there? Is that where the stuff comes from? There's some kind of
clear stuff coming out all the time...what is that?"

    "Well, Jenny, it's kind of a lubricant. It doesn't really come out
all the time; only when it's stimulated. And it is certainly stimulated
now." It was with some difficulty that I was maintaining any semblance
of composure.

    She giggled. "Well, I should certainly hope so! Anyway, that's what
I meant. I guess it does make it kind of slick, doesn't it. The end is
kind of soft, too. But you know, even if it is soft and slick, it's hard
to imagine how it could go inside...you know. I mean I've put my finger
in mine before, and it's just not that big. I don't see how it would
ever fit."

    "Mother Nature is pretty clever, Jenny. Anything that needs to fit
will fit. Actually, mine is a little on the small side; most are larger,
and some are a lot larger, but any of them would fit with no problem." I
wasn't sure whether she was working up to something or not, but I
started to think about contingency statements to cool her off if
necessary.

    "Yeah, I guess so", she sighed, "but it sure is hard to imagine.
Hey, if this bothers you or anything let me know, okay?" She was taking
me at my word about bending and twisting, and certainly seemed to be
enjoying herself.

    "No problem, Jenny. I would love for you to do that for hours. Maybe
sometime we'll have a chance to see how long you can go before I come.
With practice, I think I could hold off a long time, and I sure would
like to try." I paused for a few seconds, sighed resignedly, and
continued, "..but we had better move on to the bedroom. Ashleigh will be
getting started anytime now."

    Jenny languidly came back with an "Oh, yeah. OK. Sure."  She
stretched and stood up, then absent-mindedly reached down and wiped her
thumb across the tip, then stuck it in her mouth and licked it clean.
She stood up, reached back and took my hand, and said, "Yeah, let's
go...", and started off toward the back. When we moved to the window, I
slipped my arm around Jenny's waist and positioned her next to me as we
both leaned back against the desk.

    "Well, Jenny, here we are", I said. "With any luck we're going to
make history tonight." She looked up at me and grinned broadly, then
pinched me. "Yeah", she replied, "maybe we ought to bring in some TV
crews to cover it." Just then the light came on in the room across the
way. Ashleigh walked in carrying a couple of shopping bags. She put one
of them, apparently the heaviest, down on the desk and dumped the other
on the bed. Ashleigh had obviously been hitting the clothing stores
again, her favorite pastime; it looked as though she had picked up a
couple of blouses and some other articles, but it was hard to tell
exactly what from the pile on the bed. She reached back into the bag on
the bed and pulled out a magazine, then walked over to the desk and
begin digging through the other bag. Her second favorite pastime,
eating, appeared to have received some attention as well, for she began
pulling groceries out of the bag. First came a bag of potato chips, then
a can of something - probably dip, then a bunch of bananas, some grapes,
and finally a couple of apples. The hair on the back of my neck began to
stand up, and I started to feel tingly.

    Ashleigh broke a banana away from the bunch, peeled it, and started
eating it as she walked back toward the bed. Still holding the banana in
one hand, she started rummaging through the pile of clothing on the bed.
She pulled out a blouse and held it up to her front as she glanced in
the mirror, then dropped it back on the bed, stuck the banana in her
mouth and started to unbutton the blouse she was wearing. She was
shrugging it off her shoulders when suddenly her head snapped around
toward the door. She bit through the banana, but caught it with one hand
as it dropped from her mouth. The door swung open and someone entered
the room as Ashleigh stood there with her blouse hanging from one arm.

    "Oh, wow!! That's Mom!", Jenny gasped as she leaned forward,
straining for a better look. Yep, it sure was. I felt a lump in my
throat. Wildly differing emotions came over me simultaneously. My glands
were definitely in turbo mode as they poured an explosive hormonal
cocktail into my blood stream. Metaphors couldn't possible be any more
mixed than my feelings were at the moment.

    As the visual signals from my eyes finally began to fight their way
through to my brain, I realized that the scene in Jenny's room seemed to
be relaxed and cheerful. Ashleigh had let her blouse drop the rest of
the way off, and was showing her new purchases to Jenny's mother, who
had picked up one of the apples from the desk and was munching on it. I
started to relax, and as I did the feeling of resentment at the
interruption of the show began to surface. Ashleigh was there in her
bra, to be sure, but the atmosphere was gone. Jenny's mother put the
apple down on a bedside table, licked her fingers, and picked up one of
the blouses from the bed. She was casually chatting with Ashleigh as she
examined the blouse, then held it up in front of her, sizing it with her
eye. Suddenly she dropped it, reached down and pulled the top of her
sweatsuit over her head. She was braless.

    Jenny poked me in the ribs, then reached around and hugged me as her
mother tried on Ashleigh's blouse. "Mom's in pretty good shape for her
age, isn't she?", she said. Adding, "She works out a lot, you know."
Yes, mom was in pretty good shape. For any age. Ashleigh's blouse didn't
fit her the way it would have fit Ashleigh, but it looked good on her
anyway. And she obviously thought so as well. She motioned to Ashleigh
to grab the rest of her things, and they left the room, she still
wearing Ashleigh's blouse.

    "They'll be gone for hours!", Jenny complained. "When Mom starts
trying on clothes like that, she'll go through her whole closet checking
out all the combinations, and Ashleigh's even worse." Still thinking
about the grapes and bananas, I wondered if Jenny was right, and
contemplated my loss. While I was standing there trying to decide
exactly how I felt about the whole thing, Jenny continued her chatter,
then popped up with "Hey!  I've got an idea! The show is gonna be shot
for tonight, anyway, so how about letting me see if I can make you shoot
your stuff out? I can do it, I know. I watched you the other night and I
know just what to do. How about it? We can do that thing you talked
about next time when Ashleigh is over there. We'll have plenty of time,
like I said. Okay?"

    My erection, which had been starting to fade, reversed course and
began to pulse mightily. "I don't know, Jenny", I said, "It's not as
easy as it looks. I've had a lot of practice at it and I know what I'm
doing. If you want to have a try at it, you can of course, just don't
expect too much of yourself the first time."

    "Oh, baloney!", she said. "I know better than that. Any way, you can
coach me along if you want to. How's this?" And with that she put her
left arm around my waist, and got a grip on me with her right hand.

    "Not bad, Jenny. You're a quick learner, all right. I expected you
to just kind of grab it like you would a tennis racket or something, but
you've got the right idea at least. You've got your fingertips down
along the bottom just right. Okay, have at it. See what you can do." I
glanced down at her face and she was a picture of concentration as she
began to stroke slowly and lightly.

    "You start out kind of slow like this, right? But how do I know when
to start speeding up and all?" She never took her eyes off it.

    "You want me to tell you, or you want to try and figure it out on
your own? Timing is really the hardest part, you know. Especially if
you're going for maximum effect." Maintaining my nonchalance was going
to be a real challenge with this young lady, but I was certainly gonna
give it my all. No point in letting her getting all swell-headed over
this.

    "You just tell me if I'm doing anything wrong, okay?" Her intensity
was a marvel. "I can feel it starting to twitch now", she observed,
"Should I start to speed up a little?" At this point I was barely able
to talk, but I managed to get out a few carefully controlled words.
"Yes, Jenny. I think you can start to speed up a little now. Be careful
to squeeze down on it a little harder as you do, though; press your
fingers into the soft part at the bottom. You're going to lose it
otherwise."

    I had only been teasing her earlier, of course, but the truth was
that even for a pretty girl like Jenny, there really was still some
skill involved. She was driving me crazy, yes, to be sure. But I knew
that there was even more to be had. Even so, my back began to arch and I
started to moan softly. "You okay, Larry?", she asked. "Am I doing
something wrong?"

    "No, Jenny... You`re doing fine," I managed to get out. And just
about then, I proved it. Not with a mighty stream, to be sure, but
certainly with enough to tell Jenny she had succeeded. She squealed and
continued to pump, fascinated, as a rapid succession of bursts pulsed
from me.

    "See! I told you I could do it!", she exclaimed. "It wasn't so
hard." Then she continued wistfully, "But I didn't make it shoot out
nearly as far as you did. I guess I'm really not very good at it yet."
She paused for a second and then perked up again, "But I will be! You
just wait and see! I just need a little more practice." She was still
stroking me, gently again, now more a caress than anything else. Without
stopping she looked up at me and asked, "Can I try it again now?"

    I was still in moderate difficulty, but I answered, somewhat
shakily, "You could if you want, Jenny. But it's probably going to be a
few minutes before I recover from this time, so you're probably not
going to get any results very quickly."

    "That's okay, Larry, I just want to practice a little bit more
before Ashleigh shows up. I don't really care if it does anything or
not; you can just tell me how I'm doing. I want to learn to do it just
right. You know, just the right speed and all." Her fingers were still
working as she talked. "How is this?"

    "Pretty good, Jenny. You have a nice touch. Just...", I placed my
hand lightly over hers and made a tiny adjustment to her rhythm.

    She continued at her task, a picture of concentration once more.
Then she spoke up and said thoughtfully, "You know what?  You ought to
ask Mom out. I'll bet the two of you would get along real well. She's
real nice, and you know she's pretty good looking, too. She hasn't been
out in ages. It would be a lot of fun for both of you and I'll bet you
could score real easy."

    "Jenny, I don't even know you're mother's name, and she doesn't know
me from Adam. What makes you think she would go out with me even if I
asked her?" Jenny's practice was starting to perk me up again already.

    "Her name's Helen. Jenkins, of course. And anyway, you're not a
total stranger, you know. Mom knows you when she sees you; after all,
we're neighbors. Why don't you call her and ask her to go with you to
that concert tomorrow night. Mom loves Brahms, and I know she would like
to go; she just doesn't like to go out by herself. I could go over to
Ashleigh's since we wouldn't have time to do this stuff anyway and spend
the night over there. Ashleigh and I could spend the night thinking up
new stuff to do and you and Mom would have the house to ... " Just then
she was interrupted by a tiny little spurt, most of which just trickled
down over her fingers. "Hey!", she grinned, "I thought you said this
thing wasn't loaded."

    "Life is just full of little surprises, Jenny", I responded. "I
don't know, Jenny. I guess it couldn't hurt to call her. What's your
phone number?"

    "Great!", she said and gave me her number. She squeezed out the last
couple of drops and licked her fingers clean. "Be sure and call her.
I'll bet you guys will really have a lot of fun. Mmm..this stuff is kind
of neat. You know what?  I got another idea for something to try."

    Just then there was a familiar pounding on the door. We started
walking back to the living room, and Jenny never finished telling me her
idea. I think I was relieved at that. As we reached the door, I took my
robe and started putting it on. Jenny suddenly asked, "Hey, is it okay
if I tell Ashleigh about tonight? You know, if I do, she'll probably
want to do it, too. You don't have to let her if you don't want to, but
I know she'll keep bugging you till you do if I tell her. But is it
okay, anyway?"

    My mind was apparently not yet completely functional, because I
heard myself say as I was opening the door, "Tell her anything you want,
Jenny. I can handle it."

    Ashleigh strode into the room, saying indignantly, "Did you see what
happened? Jenny's mom walked in on me just as I was getting ready to
start. Boy, I thought I was had, but.."

    Jenny interrupted, "Yeah, we saw, Ashleigh. What happened?  Hey,
guess what? I learned how to use Larry's thing tonight! I made it shoot
out two times! Didn't I, Larry?"

    Ashleigh gave me a look that would have withered an oak tree. Gee
thanks, Jenny. I managed with some difficulty to keep a straight face
and shrugged nearly imperceptibly. "That's right, Ashleigh. She sure
did.", I said.

    "And guess what else! Larry is gonna start taking Mom out!" Jenny
was nothing if not consistent.

    "Great", sighed Ashleigh. "Just what I need. More competition. How
are we going to work her into our schedule?"  Ashleigh was nothing if
not consistent.

    Consistently taking everything for granted. That was my Jenny.
"Don't be too sure about all that, Jenny", I said. "She probably won't
even go out with me, Ashleigh. I don't even know her. I only agreed to
ask her out tomorrow night. I wouldn't worry about it if I were you."

    "You don't know Jenny, Larry," she retorted. "She probably had the
whole thing already planned out and set up a week ago. I wouldn't even
be surprised if she set her mom up to walk in on me tonight."

    "Don't be silly, Ashleigh! I was just as surprised as you were.
Besides, why would I do something like that?" Ashleigh's remark had
started me thinking. I was pretty sure that Jenny's mother's entrance
tonight was completely unplanned: I didn't think Jenny was a good enough
actress to have faked her reaction. But I started to wonder about
whether my call to (what was her name again?) Helen was going to be as
big a surprise as I had thought.

    "I can think of a couple of reasons right off hand", Ashleigh
answered. She looked over at me. "Never mind. Drop it. I'll have my
chance sooner or later." Consistently pragmatic. That was my Ashleigh.

    "Let's go now so Larry can call Mom. By the way, Larry, don't call
her Mizz. She hates that. Anyway, Ashleigh, I want to tell you all about
tonight. It was really neat! Larry says you can do it too if you want
to. Right, Larry?" Yep. That was my Jenny, all right. Mentally, I
slapped my forehead, but I was outwardly casual. "Sure", I said.

    "Oh, really?" Ashleigh looked over at me with an evil grin and
almost invisibly licked her lips. "I'll remember that." She walked
toward me, put her arms around my neck and said, "Good night, Larry. See
you next time." Then her mouth covered mine, and she slipped her tongue
between my teeth. I returned the kiss, and started getting hard again!

    Jenny stood patiently waiting her turn, then kissed me and said,
"Don't forget now! You call Mom as soon as we go out the door. Okay?" I
gave her a big hug to finish off the kiss and replied, "Don't worry
Jenny. I will."

    And as soon as the door had closed I did. I didn't want to give
myself time to think rationally about what I was doing, so I went
straight to the phone and dialed the number Jenny had given me. She
answered on the third ring.

    "Hello", I said, "Mrs. Jenkins?"

    "Yes"

    "This is Larry Palmer from around the corner. I know this is awfully
sudden, but I wonder if you would go to the concert with me tomorrow
night. I won two tickets to it in a little pool at the office and I
thought it would give me an excuse to introduce myself and, I would
hope, an opportunity for us to get better acquainted.

    "Tomorrow night? I don't know... let me think a second. I really
would like to go, but I.. Well yes, I would like that. Thank you very
much for asking me. I've seen you around, of course, and my daughter has
mentioned that she knows you and has spoken to you a few times. You do
know Jenny, don't you? Anyway. Yes, I would love to."

    "Fine! Dinner first?"

    "If you like. What time?"

    "Seven o'clock too early?"

    "No, that would be fine."

    "Great! I'll pick you up at seven tomorrow evening then."

    "I'll be looking forward to it, Larry. See you then."

    "Fine. Goodbye until then."

    "Goodbye."

    Click.

    Well. Now all I had to do was get concert tickets and dinner
reservations. And I didn't even get a chance to call her Helen. I
supposed that "Mrs. Jenkins" would do until tomorrow, anyway. She had a
very satisfactory voice. And seemed to be pretty level-headed.. at least
she didn't rattle easily. But then... Maybe she had no reason to be
rattled. Maybe she wasn't surprised at all. Confound it! I had no way of
knowing. But if Ashleigh was right.. Why? Why would Jenny try to get me
hooked up with her mother anyway? Somehow, I didn't think that "I am the
master of my fate" would be an appropriate line to use at this point in
any case. Since there was nothing I could do about it anyway, I went to
bed.

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