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Subject: Jenny (Mf+ teen play) Chap 1

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Some time ago I developed a taste for Japanese instant noodles. Somewhat
more than a taste, I should say: obsession might be a more accurate
term. No longer were the English-labelled varieties from the local
supermarket adequate; I had to have the real thing. I found a source
which not only would airship these delicacies directly from Tokyo, but
understood my desire perfectly, shipping a different variety each week.
One day after several weeks of this had made the arrival of the boxes
routine, I opened a fresh delivery and found something very non-routine
indeed. The following story had been inked by hand on rice paper, packed
tightly in a cylinder and stuffed into the box in place of a container
of noodles.

It is only fair to warn you that this story might well be considered
inappropriate, indeed illegal in some circles, for younger members of
our society to read. That being the case, I can only say that it is with
the deepest reluctance that I must absolutely prohibit non-adults from
proceding further. If you fall in this category, please cover your eyes
with one hand, and with the other kill this article.

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Chapter One The First Night

It was still early, not quite five thirty and just turning to twilight,
when I got home, so I had plenty of time. I had barely closed the door
behind me when the knock on it came. Visitors to my apartment were rare,
and unexpected visitors were rarer still, so I was mildly surprised by
the knock, but I was completely astonished when I opened it and saw her
standing there still in her school clothes. "Hi, Larry!", she said, "Can
I come in?" Without waiting for an answer she had stepped inside and was
looking around. "If you don't already know my name, it's Jenny. I've
wanted to see the inside of your apartment for a long time, but I
couldn't think of an excuse. Anyway, since you watch me undress nearly
every night, it's like we're already sort of intimate in a way, so it's
nice to finally really meet you after waiting so long. But really what I
came for, I've got an idea I want to talk to you about that I'd really
like to try. I think it will be a lot of fun. Can I see your back room,
the bedroom I guess it is, where you watch me from?" Again without
waiting for an answer she started toward the back.

It was a good thing she wasn't waiting for answers from me, since I was
still speechless with confusion. As I followed her, I tried to regain my
composure along with at least some control of the situation. "Of course
you're welcome to look around if you like, uhÉJenny, but I'm afraid I
really don't know what you're talking about." Somehow I didn't sound
convincing even to myself, but I felt obligated to make the effort.

"Don't be silly, Larry", she threw back, "I love having you watch me.
I've been putting on my little show for you for weeks now, and I know
you must enjoy it too or you wouldn't keep watching." She walked into
the bedroom and made a beeline for the corner where the desk sat by the
glass doors to the balcony. "If you weren't watching I wouldn't bother
to set everything up the way I do." She peeked around the edge of the
drapes. "You can't see as far down into my room as I thought. I'll have
to rearrange things a little I guess." She came away from the window and
threw herself across my bed. "Ever since I first noticed that you could
see into my room and I started undressing for you I've been trying to
think of ways to make it more fun for both of us. You know Ashleigh,
don't you? Maybe you don't know her name, but she's the tall blond girl
with the fantastic body who comes to see me all the time. She's nearly a
year older than I am, almost fifteen, but we've been friends for ages.
Anyway, I've been talking to her and we think we've got a great idea if
you'll just let us try it. What we want to do is this: she'll stay in my
room over there and put on a show for you just like I've been doing, and
I'll stay here in this room where I can watch you watching her, and then
the next night we'll switch places. What do you think, Larry? Can we try
it?"

It was apparent that I had not regained control of the situation.
Everything seemed remarkably dreamlike. One of those strange dreams
where you are aware of everything going on around you but are utterly
powerless to take any voluntary action, and you keep doing those things
you know are going to end in disaster. My hands were trembling, but I
hoped not noticeably. My knees refused to provide any further support,
and I sat down on the end of the bed...the opposite end from Jenny. "I
really don't know what to say, Jenny. What you're talking about sounds a
little...I don't know, bizarre, maybe. We would all have to be careful.
It would be a lot different from anything that might have happened
before, not that I mean to say that anything has ever happened before,
anyway." Despite everything, there was another physical consequence of
the conversation. I was getting stiff. I hoped she wouldn't notice,
since my case could be weakened considerably if she did. Casually, I
crossed my legs.

She gave no sign that she had seen anything. "Oh, Larry, don't be such a
drag! You've seen me naked, or at least almost naked, lots of times. The
only thing different is that this way there would be somebody else
watching, but she would be part of the deal too, so you wouldn't have to
worry about anybody else finding out. Besides, we're really not doing
anything. And just think about getting to watch Ashleigh, too. You know
what a fox she is. And anyway, it's only fair. After as many times as
you've watched me you ought to at least let us watch you." Since she had
raised the fairness issue, I was going to be in a ticklish position
(perhaps a poor choice of words).

In an attempt to gain some time I labored over an argument and brought
forth an inanity, "Jenny, I just don't think that this is quite as
simple as you are making it out to be. There are some other things to
consider." I was pretty sure there must be, if I could only think of
some of them. My thinking apparatus appeared to be short-circuited,
however.

She rolled over and sat up, obviously unimpressed. "Look, let's give it
a try", she said. "Ashleigh is all ready to go as soon as I signal her.
Why don't you just go ahead and pretend I'm not here. Do what you always
do. That's really what we want, anyway. Come on, just this once, and if
it doesn't work out we don't have to do it any more. Do you have
anything you need to do to get ready?"

The honest answer was indeed yes, but I wasn't sure just how much
honesty I could muster. I stood up, pulled myself together, and decided
that the truth might with luck sound enough like a put-on to get me
through with some measure of dignity intact. "As a matter of fact, I do
usually make myself a bit more comfortable when I'm at home. To be
honest, most of the time I don't wear anything at all. That's why I keep
that robe hanging by the front door, so I can throw it on in case I need
it. Usually by the time I've been home this long I would be completely
undressed and have myself a drink mixed." I thought that had about the
right tone, and that it should have about the right effect whether she
believed it or not. I was about ready to congratulate myself for a neat
turn of phrase when I realized that standing up had blown my cover.

Her eyes were locked onto me just below belt level. "That's great!", she
exclaimed. "I've never seen a guy naked before, and I really want to!
This is super! After all the times you've seen me naked I finally get to
see you, too. And your thing is standing up, too, isn't it? This is
going to be better than I ever even imagined!" She had bounced up off
the bed and was literally jumping up and down and clapping her hands.
"I'll tell you what. Let's go back in the living room and pretend you
just walked in the door, then you can take your clothes off and mix your
drink just like you would do if you were by yourself. I'll just kind of
stay out of the way."

Deep down, I knew I was done for, but I made one last faint hearted
attempt to slow things down. "Wait a minute, Jenny. I never said I would
do it. We really should think about it a little more before we go
jumping into it like this. Maybe Ashleigh won't want to go along if she
hears about all this."

"Are you kidding?", she scoffed. "She will be just like me. I know for
sure; we've talked about stuff like this forever. And anyway, you know
you really want to do it too. If you didn't, your thing wouldn't be
standing up that way. Right?"

I paused and considered. There was no point in prolonging the struggle.
I resigned. "Okay, Jenny, you win. Let's go."

She gave a squeal of triumph and bounced up round my neck. "Wow! This is
great! Thanks a whole lot, Larry. When you're ready for Ashleigh to
start just go over to the window and I'll give her the signal." She
dropped down, grabbed me by the hand and started for the front of the
apartment.

I decided that anything worth doing was worth doing well. In for a
penny, in for a pound. Et cetera, et cetera. I backed up to the front
door and actually opened it a crack and then shut it. I had already
taken my shoes off when I first came in, but I went through the motions
of slipping them off by the door. I dropped my pants, slipped them off
my feet, and folded them over the arm of the sofa. I unbuttoned my shirt
and dropped it on top of my pants. Then I slipped off my socks, my
undershirt, and finally my shorts and pitched them into a pile beside
the sofa. Jenny was as good as her word. I could feel her eyes on me
from six feet away, but she never made a sound. I carried my shirt and
pants to the closet and hung them up, then dumped my underwear in the
laundry basket. I walked over to the bar and began mixing a vermouth
cocktail, which had become my traditional
watchÐtheÐlittleÐgirlÐacrossÐtheÐwayÐundress drink. I still felt
lightheaded. It was as though I were watching myself on a stage. As I
prepared for my evening ritual there was a strange elation flowing
through me that was at least an order of magnitude more powerful than
usual. Jenny's presence had somehow magnified all my senses. My
trembling was gone, and I felt magnificent.

Soon Jenny's exuberance overcame her resolve to "just stay out of the
way", and she spoke out, "Oh, this is really great, Larry. I really
appreciate it, really I do. And now I'll be quiet, I promise." With a
sense of noblesse oblige, I gave her a slight nod of the head as
acknowledgement, took a sip of my drink, and strolled past her toward
the bedroom, the spring in my step magnified by my erection. She
followed right behind me, and as I leaned against the desk with my eye
on the darkened window across the way she took a small flashlight from
her pocket and flashed it twice through the window. By this time it was
nearly dark, and the only light in our room came from the sky and the
glow of street lights nearly a block away. Jenny sat a few feet away on
the side of the bed, staring intently at me and waiting for whatever was
going to happen.

Within fifteen or twenty seconds of Jenny's signal, a light came on in
the room across the way. Ashleigh was standing by the door as though she
had just come in and turned on the light. Her stance was almost exactly
the one I had seen so many times from Jenny. She walked slowly into the
room and across to the closet without so much as a glance toward the
window. Again, it was almost like Jenny, but not quite. Her longer legs
gave her a bit more sensual gait, whether deliberate or not. She went
through a lengthy process of selecting a blouse from those in the closet
(I guessed she had brought some of her own clothes with her to stock the
pond, so to speak), took it out and laid it on the bed. With her back to
the window, she began to unbutton her blouse. My hand dropped to my lap.
I could imagine that I heard Jenny's breathing become quicker and more
audible. Ashleigh took off the blouse and dropped it on the bed with a
motion that for a brief moment brought her torso into profile and
revealed a well packed white bra. Then again with her back to me, she
slipped on the fresh blouse, a flimsy tan see-through that fell almost
to her thighs while showing the band of her bra. I had made a couple of
light strokes during the change and left my hand in position.

Ashleigh began to slide out of her blue jeans. Her longer legs again
played a role, as more of her white panties were visible above the
balcony rail than I could usually see of Jenny's without standing on the
desk. As soon as the jeans dropped to the floor, the long blouse again
covered her panties without concealing them. Ashleigh walked over to a
mirror invisible from my viewpoint, but which brought her into profile
to me again. With a shake of her head she again began to unbutton her
blouse. I began to slowly stroke again. The blouse came off and was
dropped on the bed. Ashleigh turned and walked directly toward the
window. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then as she turned
away toward the bed, dropped it off. I increased my tempo. She turned
quickly to pick up the bra and I caught the briefest glimpse of nipple
before she straightened up. She bent down out of sight and when she came
up had a flesh colored bra in her hand. She put it on and walked back to
the mirror. Turning, she surveyed the results of the new bra. I
maintained pace, then again increased slightly as she cupped her hands
under her breasts to press them up a bit more. My breathing was becoming
sharper and quicker, and I could feel the warmth begin to creep up on
me. Suddenly, without warning, Ashleigh dropped off the bra and stood in
front of the mirror in her full glory. Her breasts were perfectly formed
with flawless nipples. I stood up straight and moved toward the window.
I had almost forgotten that I was not alone, then I heard a little gasp
followed by clearly audible breathing.

Ashleigh stood in front of the mirror, her right hand massaging her
breasts and her left hand dropped to her panties. My hand had taken on a
life of its own. I felt as if I were about to explode. Then, with both
hands she began to slide her panties down. Without taking my eyes off
her and without missing a stroke, I climbed up on to the desk to get a
less obstructed view. Now I could see nearly down to her knees as she
began again to slowly massage her dark triangle. I was going crazy. I
could feel Jenny's presence. She had moved from the bed and was standing
next to the desk, inches from me. Ashleigh's body began to writhe.
Finally I could no longer hold off and jism shot out across the room,
gaining range from my increased altitude. There was a muffled shout from
Jenny which blended with my own. Despite the relief, the vision in front
of me continued to excite me, and my erection was unabated. I continued
to stroke, though with a slightly reduced tempo. Finally Ashleigh walked
away from the mirror and, facing directly toward me, pulled on her
panties, put her white bra back on, then donned a plaid skirt and a
white blouse which she took from the closet. I was grateful for the
controlled descent, but my excitement continued and to my surprise, just
as Ashleigh walked over and turned out the light, I came again.

It sounds corny, but I began to applaud as I jumped down from the desk.
Next to me Jenny was jumping up and down with her hands clasped in front
of her and saying, "Super!, Great! Wow!" in a tight little voice. She
grabbed me around the waist and gave me a huge hug, then all of a sudden
she ran to the light switch and turned it on, then came back and hugged
me again. "Oh, Larry", she sighed, "that was really wonderful. I thought
I would die when that stuff came out. I never in a million years
expected to see anything like that. I've never felt so tingly in my
whole life, just like I was about to float up and fly away. Ashleigh
will never believe it. I couldn't even have dreamed what it would be
like. Are you okay? Are you ready to talk to Ashleigh?  She should be
coming over pretty soon to see how it went and make plans for tomorrow.
Why don't you put your gown on when she comes in, so she can look
forward to everything for tomorrow. We can tell her all about it as soon
as she gets here. She must have given you a good show, right? She said
she was going to. I'll see if I can give you a real good one tomorrow,
too. It's only fair. You've already seen me a lot, so I can't do much to
surprise you. You know I don't have the body that Ashleigh has, but I'll
think of something good for you. Just wait."

I was exhausted, but exhilarated too. Whether it was the excitement of
having Jenny watch me, or seeing Ashleigh for the first time, or
Ashleigh's erotic act, or a combination of all of it, I had to admit
that no coital occasion had ever matched the fireworks from the
evening's experience. The prospect of a continuation was bitter-sweet,
since it seemed unlikely that any future variation could match this
first time, and a letdown seemed inevitable. All I could muster as a
reply to Jenny was, "I feel fine. I'm ready to talk to Ashleigh whenever
she gets here." Jenny put her arm around my waist, and with my arm
around her shoulder we walked back to the living room. I flipped the
light switch and put my robe on, but left it open so Jenny could see
that I was still somewhat erect. We sat down side by side on the sofa to
wait for Ashleigh.

Jenny was clearly still agitated also. "Do you always do that when
you're watching me?", she asked. "Rub yourself and make that stuff shoot
out, I mean."

I thought briefly before answering, "Well, I nearly always rub myself
and usually I'll get something, but I'll tell you the truth: having you
there really did make a difference. I haven't shot out as far as I did
that first time since I was a teenager, a long time ago, and maybe not
even then. And I haven't ever come twice like that. Even with sex, I
have never come so much so soon after the first time. This was really
something unique."  I figured that since I couldn't decide myself where
the credit for my performance belonged, it would be diplomatic to give
it to her. "You can see I'm still a little hard."

She had been keeping her eye on me, not really staring or anything, but
she wasn't about to miss anything. "Yeah, I know. Would it be okay if I
looked at it a little closer, and maybe just touched it just a little? I
wouldn't tell Ashleigh or anything."

I decided to be magnanimous. "Sure, go ahead. Whatever you like. You've
certainly earned it." As she reached out, it rose to meet her hand, and
then there was a bold knocking at the door. She jerked her hand back as
though she had been burned. As I stood up and closed my robe I bent and
whispered to her, "There will be a next time." I stepped across and
opened the door.

Ashleigh stepped inside and demanded, "Okay, you guys, what have you two
been up to?" She pushed the door shut with her heel and laughed. "How
did it go, Jen? I'd have been here sooner except I got myself all
excited and had to change pants. Hi, I guess you're Larry. I'm Ashleigh.
Nice to meet you. What are you looking so guilty about, Jen? I was just
teasing you before, but you're about to make me curious. Okay, tell me
all about it. What did you think, Larry? Was I as good as Jenny? Did you
see me or were you just watching Larry, Jen?" She sat down beside Jenny
and patted the cushion on her other side. "Sit down here, Larry. Jenny
has had you all to herself this evening. Now it's my turn."

Jenny immediately began to chatter, "Oh, Ashleigh, you won't even
believe it! It was really great! Just wait and you'll see. Listen, Larry
was already naked before you even started. He usually goes around that
way so that's the way he did it tonight. I couldn't see you from where I
was, but Larry said you were really good. Tell me what you did and maybe
I can get some ideas for tomorrow. Is it okay if I tell her what
happened?" She was looking across at me, so I nodded. "Listen, while he
was watching you he was rubbing himself and his stuff shot out all the
way across the room. Twice!"

Ashleigh looked at me incredulously. "You came twice just while you were
watching me? You must have really been turned on." She glanced down at
the bulge in my robe. "Could you do it again now? Just for me?"

I really felt as though I could, but rules are rules. "Your turn is
tomorrow night, Ashleigh. You'll get your chance then."

With one quick nod, she came back "You bet I will!", then turned to
Jenny. "How about you, Jen? What were you doing all this time?"

Jenny blushed. "Just watching really. You wait and see what it's like.
I've already got some ideas about things for next time."

Ashleigh again gave a quick laugh. "Okay, let's leave Larry alone and go
talk about them. Larry, I'll be here tomorrow around five-thirtyish.
Okay?"

Somehow the idea of Ashleigh being here "around five-thirtyish" was
exciting by itself. I nodded, "Sounds good", and stood up to let them
out. The girls stood and started out the door, then Ashleigh turned and
planted a long, warm one squarely on my lips. With some difficulty, I
restrained my response to a token, then turned to Jenny. After all, we
had been "sort of intimate" for a long time, so she deserved to upstage
her sexy friend. I pulled her to me and kissed her tenderly but
enthusiastically, then said "See you later, Love" and let them out the
door.

I knew that I was going to need a good night's sleep. I also knew that I
wasn't likely to get it. I was wrong. Instead of keeping me awake, the
excitement knocked me out completely.

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