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As found in the noodle box...

Chapter Eight
Christmas Present

    As Christmas Eve approached, I began to suffer pangs of grave doubt.
I had again slipped into a very precarious situation, and as usual I
could think of all sorts of bad things happening. Why had Jenny done
this? Why was Helen taking it so well? What Jenny was going to see when
she opened her present wasn't exactly going to be a surprise; would she
be a good enough actress to make it one? Would it make any difference?
Another thing was that I didn't know whether Helen had told Jenny she
was going to get her wish, so I kept watching Jenny for signs when she
came over with Ashleigh. If she knew, I couldn't tell. I badly wanted to
talk to her about it, but of course I couldn't. The stress would have
affected my performance, but since the girls were getting more skillful
each week, any degradation was masked. I had almost reached the point of
calling Helen and telling her I was going to back out, but I just didn't
have it in me.

    When the day arrived, I was at Helen's before six for a family
Christmas Eve dinner. By nine o'clock, Jenny announced that she was
going to her room to get ready for bed, so Helen and I went upstairs as
well. Helen spent the night arousing me to the point of pain, but never
brought me to release.  She made no secret of her intent to get me
thoroughly primed for Jenny, but she was also enjoying the hell out of
my discomfort. As the night went on, she parceled out bits and pieces of
the plan for Christmas morning, and my instructions. By morning, I was a
nervous wreck. Helen had made me shower at three in the morning, in fact
had scrubbed me down herself, because she didn't want me freshly
showered for Jenny. At seven, Helen handed me a package--not a Christmas
package, just a shopping bag from a men's store. "Here," she explained,
"Jenny bought these. They're not a Christmas present, because they're
really for her, not you. It's just what she wants you to wear."

    In the bag was a pair of beige silk pajamas, and a dark forest
green dressing gown. I pulled them out of the bag, and looked at Helen
questioningly. She disavowed any role in their selection, and refused
any comment on them. But when I had wrapped myself in them, she backed
away and looked me over from head to toe, then gave her assessment.
"Actually, that's not bad at all. I may have to start dressing you up
myself." Then she giggled like a school girl, pulled me down and gave me
a quick kiss, then slapped me on the butt and announced, "Show time." We
started the trek to Jenny's room. Through some weird temporal-spatial
effect, the walk seemed to be of infinite distance, yet seemed to be
completed in an infinitesimal time.

    Helen stood me in the middle of the hallway in front of Jenny's
door, made last minute adjustments to my gown, then turned and knocked
on the door. Jenny's voice came from inside, "It's open, come in."

    Helen opened the door wide, putting me on display, and said, "Merry
Christmas, Honey!"

    Jenny gave a squeal of delight, then ran to her mother, gave her
a huge hug, and screamed, "Oh, Mom!  It's just what I wanted!"
Considering that she had bought the wrapping herself, her reaction
seemed a little overdone, but I had other things on my mind. She was
wearing a short very sheer powder blue nightgown that covered her about
like a light morning haze. Her breasts were very plainly visible, but
she was wearing a pair of tiny bikini briefs. While they appeared almost
as transparent as her gown, the combination covered her well.

    A beaming Helen announced that she would leave us alone while
Jenny "unwrapped her present" since she had already seen it. With that,
she put my hand in Jenny's and turned and walked away. Jenny led me into
her room and closed the door. I had seen this room many times from my
window, but it was now both familiar and strange. My heart was pounding
and my knees were weak. I wanted to sit down, but the only place within
reach was Jenny's bed, and I didn't want to be there any earlier than I
had to. Jenny grinned up at me, aware of my situation, and said calmly,
"Relax, Larry. This is a safe zone. Mom can't hear anything that goes on
here, and she wouldn't even if she could. We've got lots of time, so
just relax. I need you relaxed, you know."

    "Jenny, why?" I asked.  "This is nothing new for you, why bring
it into the open?"

    "To bring it into the open, of course. And besides, this way we
can do more things. Mom has given me a few hints and told me what you
like, and I couldn't get that from her without this, could I?"

    "I suppose so, but this still seems awfully damned dangerous to
me."

    "Don't be silly. This isn't dangerous. Sneaking around like Ash
and I do might be dangerous, but this isn't. Now then. Come here and let
me undress you." She paused, then continued, "God I love the sound of
that here in my bedroom!" I walked to her. She slowly pulled open the
belt of the dressing gown, then pulled it from my shoulders, took it to
her closet and hung it carefully on a hangar. "Remind me to move that
later; wouldn't want to give Ashleigh ideas, would we?" She was
certainly enjoying all of this, and I wished that I could, too. She came
back, very slowly unbuttoned my pajama top, then slipped it from my
shoulders. She folded it carefully and placed it in a drawer on top of
some of her own lingerie. The same pattern was followed with my pajama
pants, and I was standing naked before her.

    "Ah, Larry," she sighed, "It may be hard for you to believe, but
it's like I'm seeing you for the first time." She smoothed the sheets on
her bed, took my hand and led me to it, then said in a husky voice, "Lie
with me here." We climbed onto the bed and lay facing each other on the
sheets. She gave me an impish grin and announced, "Now I have you where
I want you." She moved to me and began to cover my face with kisses. Her
hands roamed sensually across my body, never ranging below my waist, but
having a definite effect.

    She pulled back for a second to shed that diaphanous gown, then
crawled back on top of me. Her body was burning, and she was covering me
with it. Her breasts moved across me, the nipples leaving trails of
blazing sensation on my skin. Her legs now covered mine, writhing
against me. Her hands floated feverishly around me, marking places for
her to plant her lips. I was being drawn deeper and deeper into a state
of pure arousal. She began to work her way down along my body, with her
kisses now covering my chest and punctuated with tiny little bites of my
nipples. This was way, way beyond any point I had expected to reach with
this young girl, and she was showing no signs of relenting. I suppose
now, when I can look back on it, that at least some of this was a result
of Helen's coaching, but my mind wasn't functioning well enough at the
time to see that. I felt emotion like fear, or panic, beginning to well
up; I couldn't understand what was happening to me. For some reason, all
my experience had vanished, leaving me as vulnerable as a child.

    Her lips searched ever lower, very slowly moving down across my
belly. Now she had to move my cock aside to kiss and lick across its
base. Now her hair flowed around it as she pressed her cheek against it
and gently lifted my balls to her lips. Her hand pressed my cock tight
to her face as she sucked first one of my balls, then the other, into
her mouth and measured them with her tongue. Now her fingers traced
spiderweb-light paths down the inside of my thigh, followed by her
nibbling lips and searching tongue. She very slowly worked her way down
the length of one leg, then back up the other. As her lips reached
farther up my thigh, her hair again began sweeping across my cock, then
again she fondled my balls as she slid my cock gently back and forth
across her cheek.  But then she entered new territory.

    As she cradled my balls gently in her soft fingers, her tongue
made quick, sharp little flicks across the underside of my cock,
starting at the base and working to the head, then back down again. She
repeated this some number of times, but I lost count at the third. I
know I could hear myself moaning, and I think quite loudly. Then
suddenly I felt her lips cover the head, and her tongue began to work
there, flicking and circling. Muscle spasms began to run the length of
my body like a standing wave.  She drew me deeper into her mouth, and
her tongue curled up and pressed just below the head, squeezing me
between itself and the roof of her mouth. I knew I was going to explode.
My moans had become gasping half-screams. Her fingers had been pressed
tightly around the base of my cock, and as she pulled it from her mouth,
sucking very strongly, they began to move slowly up and down the shaft.
I was on my back, but not flat because my body was arched up away from
the bed. The spasms became stronger and I felt the flow begin from deep,
deep inside me. I screamed, and felt something wet hit my face, trailing
across the top of my head, my forehead and my cheek.  Then there was
another wet mass that hit my chin and trailed across my chest. I
collapsed like a punctured balloon and lay limp, gasping for air.

    At some point, I realized that Jenny was gently stroking my hair. I
looked up at her and she was gazing down at me with a strangely beatific
smile. Her other hand was resting on my chest, and I reached up to take
it in mine. Our fingers intertwined, and we remained like that for what
seemed several minutes. Then Jenny began to move.

    She again covered my body with hers and began kissing my face,
this time licking the residue from it which had not been there before.
She continued with a reprise of her original theme, but with subtle
variations. This time, the sensation was completely different--pure
pleasure. There was no fear, no panic, only luxurious joy, heightened by
anticipation. I was able to simply lie back and enjoy the masterful
performance that Jenny was giving me.

    As she approached the coda, I was nearly in a trance. My body
was being washed with waves of pleasure, and my mind was just
floating--somewhere. When her lips covered my cock all of my senses
alerted, knowing what was coming.  Except they were wrong. Everything
was the same to the point where she pulled me from her mouth. This time
though, as soon as her lips closed over the tip of the head, she opened
her mouth and sucked me back in. I wasn't expecting that, and I wasn't
sure I could handle it. Her fingers started their slow stroking at the
base of the shaft, but the head and the top of the shaft were still in
her mouth getting the full treatment from her lips and tongue. The
pressure was building again, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it
long. Through tightly clenched teeth I called out her name, trying to
get her attention, but she continued about her business, ignoring me.
The situation was going critical very quickly, and I wasn't going to be
able to control it. As I felt the flow begin, I tried once more to call
out her name, but I don't know whether I succeeded or not.  All I know
is that she began sucking hungrily as her fingers pumped, and I emptied
myself into her mouth.

    She didn't release me, but kept me in her mouth, gently sucking,
licking, and chewing as I grew gradually somewhat softer.  With all
that, there was no chance of my softening completely, and in fact before
long I began to stiffen again. When Jenny realized what was happening,
she gave one last happy little suck and tongue flick and crawled up to
curl up in my arms with her head on my chest. We lay there like that for
several minutes, then Jenny stretched, kissed me, and said, "Thanks,
Larry. Really. I've been wanting to do that for months and months." She
grinned evilly, "Now I want to do it again. Sheesh.  You're worse than
Chinese food. But we can do this again, you know. That was part of the
deal. But now I've got to report to Mom. I think I still have you for
the rest of the day, though, so if you want to play around a little more
later we can. Stay right there and rest for now, if you want. I'll cover
you up before Mom comes in. Not that you're anything new for her,
anyway. I think I'm mad at myself for not trying to do this before. Just
think of all the time we've lost. Well, not exactly lost, I guess, but
we've missed out on this until now. Anyway, sit tight." She stood up,
walked to her dresser and took a small key from a jewelry case, then
inserted it in a picture frame on the wall, turned it, and spoke into
the picture. "Mom! We're ready!"

    A tinny voice, but recognizably Helen's, spoke from the picture,
"Give me a couple of minutes, and I'll be right there." Jenny turned the
key, removed it from the frame, and put it back in her box. Then she
came back and lay down beside me.

    "It's nice having an intercom that you can turn off when you
want to. You know, Larry, that first shot of yours today was a monster.
I don't know exactly how high it went, but it must have been close to a
couple of feet, and it landed up beyond your head. Well, anyway, the end
of it did." She grinned and licked my forehead. "If I could get one like
that on the range, I'll bet it would go over four feet. Maybe even off
the end. Now if I could just figure out a way to get you loaded up like
that with Ashleigh around . . . " She grinned again and gave me a
ravenous open mouth kiss that took my breath away. Then she reached down
and gave my cock a little twist. "Mom told me that since this was my
first time taking a guy in my mouth, I should let the first time go in
the air so there wouldn't be so much to try and swallow the next time,
so I did. I wasn't going to, I was going to use my mouth to do the first
one anyway because I know I could do it, but I didn't because I thought
I should do what Mom said. But now I'm glad I did. I could have
swallowed all of it the first time, I'm pretty sure, but if I had I
wouldn't have had a chance to see it. And it was awesome!" Just then
there was a knock on the door. Jenny called out, "Just a second!" hopped
out of bed, pulled the comforter over me, donned her nightgown, and
opened the door to Helen. I glanced at the clock by the bed. Nearly four
hours had passed since I had come through that door.

    "Well, how did it go?" Helen asked with a twinkle in her eye. "I
hope you didn't totally alienate him."

    "It was great, Mom! I got in almost all of the stuff we talked
about, and it worked really  well! Thanks for all the help! I love it! I
want to do it every day!"

    "Every day wasn't part of the deal, daughter mine. You'll just
have to ration your passion." She turned to me. "Well, Larry, what do
you think? Was she acceptable? If not, we can have her do it again until
she gets it right."

    "Helen, if Jenny gets much better, she'll kill me. She was really
good. I don't know whether it's nature or nurture, but you have a very
talented offspring. On the other hand, if you think more practice would
benefit her in other ways, I stand ready to do my part."

    "Larry, if she had done her job properly, you wouldn't be standing
ready for anything. Or was that a figure of speech?" She glanced down at
the comforter, where no mound was obvious. She looked back at my face,
and my expression moved her to laughter. "Okay, children, you may go
back to your play. Don't wear him out completely, Jenny; he's mine the
rest of the holiday, remember, and you have to return him in serviceable
condition."

    Jenny laughed, "Okay, Mom. I'll try. It's hard, but I'll try."
She thought a second. "Well, it's not hard right now, but I can fix
that."

    Helen rolled her eyes and started out the door. Then she stopped,
turned to Jenny, and remarked, "By the way, Jenny, I think Larry has a
bonus present for you. You might ask him about it." She walked out,
humming a Christmas carol, and closed the door. Jenny looked at me
inquiringly.

    "Actually, Jenny, your mother thought you might enjoy something
a little different, just as a change."

    "Larry, what are you talking about? What have you and Mom got cooked
up?"

    "Come here next to me, and I'll explain everything." She slid in
beside me and waited expectantly. I didn't say a word, but rolled toward
her and kissed her eyelid. She started at the touch, then snuggled up
closer.

    "Come on, Larry, what is it?"

    I let my thumb trace the curve of her ear as I kissed her on the
lips. She started to say something, then returned the kiss. My lips
moved to her ear, and I kissed her earlobe, then sucked it into my
mouth. "Larry, tell me!!"

    I licked the hollow beneath her ear and kissed her neck.  Suddenly
Jenny jumped up. She sat on her heels next to me, bouncing up and down,
covering her mouth with both hands. A muffled, "Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
I know! I know!" came through her hands, then she threw her arms around
my neck and crushed me to her. Her lips moved next to my ear, and she
whispered, "Did Mom say . . .?" She pulled back and said, "Oh! My God!"
again, then just "Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Then she put her lips next to my ear
again, and whispered, "Did Mom say . . .?" She bit my earlobe, hard,
then with her lips in my ear whispered, "Did Mom say you could fuck me?"

    Talk about an anticlimax. In any sense you like. I didn't know
how to break the news to her, so I started out by saying, "Well, not
exactly."

    "But we can, right? You can, I mean. We can. Whatever. Even if
she didn't say it exactly, that's what she meant, right?"

    I had to bite the bullet. "No, Jenny. That's not what she meant,
and we can't." Hurt and disappointment covered her face like a mask.

    "But what then? Why can't we?" she moaned pitifully.

    "Jenny, there are other things we can do. You made me feel very,
very good before just by doing things that we are allowed to do, didn't
you?"

    "Yes, I guess so. But that's different. I think I'm just going
to come right out and ask Mom if we can do it. I think I'll do it right
now." She started to get the intercom key.

    "Jenny, don't. Not yet, at least. Let's try this first. Give me
a chance." She stopped.  "You can always ask later. We've waited a long
time for this, right? Let's not take a chance on losing it. Come on back
here and let's just make the most of today. If I can't satisfy you my
way today, I promise I'll ask your mom myself to give us another day
tomorrow."

    "And if I still want to ask her after tomorrow, then I can?"

    I swallowed hard. Nothing like a little pressure to improve
one's performance. "Deal."

    She came back to the bed and cuddled up next to me, "Okay, maestro,
show me what you got." So I began.

    I started with simple caresses, holding her next to me and stroking
her back, her shoulders, her hair. When I began I could feel the tension
in her body, but as I continued she slowly relaxed. When she shifted her
position and fitted her body to mine, I knew she would be receptive to
more, and I kissed her forehead. I had my arm around her shoulders, and
the fingers of my other hand began running idly through her hair,
tracing very slowly around and around her ear. She accepted that, and I
could hear the rhythm of her breathing slow and become more regular. My
lips began exploring her face, nibbling and kissing everywhere in a slow
progression, and paying more and more attention to her lips as I went
on. When my kisses moved to the hollow of her throat, my hand moved from
her hair down to her shoulder and upper arm brought my wrist in contact
with the rise of her breast, now again covered by her gown. As I
caressed her arm, my wrist moved up and down across her breast, and her
nipple began to stiffen. The pace of her breathing increased again,
probably in response to the kisses as much as the stimulation of her
breast since every time my lips moved to hers she would meet them
hungrily. Once these plays became routine, I moved on. My hand moved
from her arm to gently cover that lovely breast, with my palm resting on
a fully erect nipple. The center of gravity of my kisses moved south as
well, and my lips now ranged far enough to touch the rise of her
breasts. Now her breath was markedly heavier, and I could easily measure
it by the heave of her chest.

    I pressed her breast upward to meet the neck of her gown, being
pushed down by my lips, until I was able to kiss the upper edge of her
aureola and let my tongue glide across the protruding nipple. A small
gasp escaped from her. I began to work her flimsy gown up, but she
impatiently pulled it over her head and pitched it away. With her
beautiful young breasts now exposed to the full force of my attack, I
moved into position. Covering her previously neglected breast with my
mouth, I massaged the other with my hand and fingers. Her nipple felt
delightful to my tongue, and I couldn't stop teasing it. The other
nipple I now had between thumb and forefinger and was now rotating it,
twisting it gently as my hand continued to work on her breast. Jenny had
begun to make soft voiceless murmuring sounds, and their pace and volume
increased; she began to writhe almost imperceptibly. I was entranced
with her delicious breast, and was unable to move away from it. I would
suck most of the entire mass into my mouth, press my tongue into it,
feel the exquisite texture of it on my lips, measure its density and
resistance with my jaws, comparing them with that found by my fingers on
the other side. All the time, my tongue would be trying to count the
bumps on that perfect little nipple. I would put the tip of my tongue
end to end with the nipple and press it back into the firmness of the
breast, then feel it burst forth when I let my tongue move aside. My
teeth, carefully covered with my lips, chewed away at the whole of the
breast, delighting in its feel. I knew, really knew, that I should be
concentrating on Jenny, doing everything possible to bring her to the
best orgasm she had ever had, but the longer I stayed with her breast
the less my ability to concentrate on her. Still, she, too, was enjoying
the attention I was paying her breasts. She was running her fingers
through my hair, cooing softly.

    Finally, by pure force of will, I tore my hand away from her breast
and began to caress her side, following the beautiful curve from her
breast to her hip. The softness of her skin and the firm warmth of the
flesh beneath it proved just as irresistible as the territory I had just
left. I was losing control, and losing the discipline to even resist
losing control. Every inch of Jenny's nubile young body was a treasure
to be cherished, a delight to be savored. I surrendered to the
overpowering attraction of that body, and allowed myself to be pulled
along by its force toward the dark center. My fingers hooked the back of
Jenny's bikini briefs and pulled them down over her hips, down over her
knees, until she kicked them free, and off. Now we were both naked. She
tried to direct me back to the breast that I had been devouring, but
unwilling to be led, I contrarily engulfed the other breast instead. Now
I had one breast in each hand, kneading them with my fingers as my mouth
moved back and forth from one to the other trying to make an impossible
decision. Jenny's hands were back on my head now, no longer guiding, but
only tracking. Her coos had become deeper, darker, throatier. She
wrapped her legs around me, drawing me to her. I could feel wetness
against my abdomen. Her legs released me momentarily and I moved my hand
to the source of the wetness, covering it with my palm and pressing
against it. Then, curling my middle finger I drug it through the valley,
wetting it. I moved my hand back to its breast of origin and transferred
the precious fluid from my finger to the nipple, then thirstily lapped
it up from there. Now with my pattern established, my hand returned to
the source to get a supply for the other nipple. I continued mining in
this fashion for an extended period of time, exploring a little deeper
on each successive expedition. My craving for the addictive liquid was
growing greater and greater until it could no longer be satisfied by the
insignificant amounts deposited on the nipples. I knew I would soon be
forced to move directly to the source to obtain the quantities I so
desperately needed.

    Saying farewell with a last long, lingering kiss to each of the
breasts which had sustained me for so long, I dived to the mystical
fountain. Pressing my mouth hard against it, I extended my tongue to
probe its depths. I began a long, slow, lapping motion, curling my
tongue upward to collect as much of the magical liqueur as possible. Now
I had to hold the girl's hips tightly to keep my position, for they were
bucking and twisting madly. My upper lip pressed down, spreading the
girl's labia, and came to rest on the tiny button which was the key to
this vault. With the point secured, my tongue now moved back to the
surface after each dive and flicked along the button. I could hear
strange, unearthly sounds coming from some indeterminate point far away.
Once more the girl's legs wrapped around me and locked me into place.
Once more her fingers twisted through my hair, attempting to push my
head even deeper into her. Now my hands rose again to cover her breasts,
pressing against them, flattening their mass and pressing the nipples
back into them. The girl's legs had a mad strength, and began lifting
both of us from the bed and dropping us forcefully back into place in an
accelerating fury. The sounds grew louder and became more distinct. They
were screams, but whether human or animal was impossible to tell. The
hands were pounding my head now, driving it down forcefully. There was a
new taste now, metallic and salty, drowning out the other. My tongue
dipped deeper yet, trying to wash the metallic taste away with increased
volume of the other. The girl's body shuddered violently, and a sharp
pain shot through my back. I noted with abstract disdain the possibility
that she might have broken it, and thrust my tongue deeper. There was a
series of powerful aftershocks, at least one of them more powerful even
than the first. I had the feeling that I might be about to lose
consciousness. There was a blackness turning to dark red, and sensation
began to leave my body. Then the girl went suddenly limp.

    I don't know how long it was before we came back to the land of
the living, but when I realized where I was I found myself lying between
Jenny's legs, with my cheek resting on her thigh. There was blood
streaked across her groin and down her thigh. Panic hit me. Did we do
the one thing that was forbidden? For a terrible moment I couldn't
remember. There was quite a lot I couldn't remember, but I was pretty
sure we hadn't done that. Jenny groaned and pulled herself up on an
elbow. I rolled over and got up on my hands and knees, then sat back. I
looked at Jenny in shock. Her beautiful white breasts were covered with
angry red welts, there was blood all over the lower half of her body,
her hair was a mess, and she had a strange blank look in her eyes as she
stared at me. Suddenly she dived at me, threw her arms around my neck
and began kissing me hungrily, saying "IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou! I love
you!" Then she sat back on her heels and said frankly, "Larry, you're a
mess."

    Without saying a word, I took her hand and led her over to the
mirror that had played such an important part in our play, but which I
had never been able to see from my window. We stood side by side in
front of it, surveying the damage. Then we both started to laugh. My
upper lip was swollen and blue, and after probing with my tongue I knew
the source of the blood: I had managed to tear a deep gash inside my lip
with my teeth. There were also bloody scratches from Jenny's nails all
over my face and extending to my scalp, and others on my shoulders.
Jenny turned me around so that I could see that my back was torn up as
well, and commented, "Mom said I had to return you in serviceable
condition; I sure hope that didn't include superficial damage." Then a
thought struck her, "On the other hand, maybe I can keep you until we
can restore you to your original pristine condition." She giggled. "Oh,
well. Want to split a shower and see how much of this we can clean up?"
I conceded that the idea sounded pretty good. She went to the closet and
handed me my gown, then slipped hers over her shoulders and peeked out
the door. "Come on. Let's go." And we did.

    We were actually pretty businesslike in the shower, helping each
other track down and eradicate as much evidence as it was possible to
wash off. Something had been bothering me since we had finished that 
last episode, though, and I decided that the shower was as good a place
as any to bring it up. "Jenny," I said. She looked up at me. "I'm sorry
for the way I handled that just now."

    She looked shocked. "Why? It was great! That's what you wanted
to do, wasn't it?"

    "I'm afraid I didn't do a very good job, Jenny. I wanted to try
and concentrate on satisfying you, but I just lost it, and I wound up
ignoring you and just going off on my own. There was just something
about you that really got to me. I apologize, but I can't change what's
done. I wanted to make your first time special, but you'll never have
another first time. I promise that I'll try and make it up to you,
though."

    She stopped scrubbing her legs, stood straight up with her hands
planted on her hips, streams of water from the shower pouring off her
head, and looked me square in the eye. "Let me get this straight. Are
you telling me that you can do better than you just did?"

    "Yes, I think so. I know so. And I will, if you'll give me the
chance."

    "I don't believe it." She broke into a broad grin. "But you're
sure gonna get that chance, because if there's anything better than
that, I've gotta see it." She glanced down. "Do you know this is the
first time I've ever seen you soft?" She reached down and squeezed me,
then got a strange look on her face. "Oh, well. At least you were soft
for an instant. Come on, guy, let's get dried off and I'll see if I can
find some ice for that lip." Once we were out of the shower, Jenny
looked me over carefully, running her fingers over my wounds, and
announced that it appeared I wasn't leaking anywhere any more.  "Now let
me take a look at your lip." She very gently pulled my lip away from my
teeth so that she could get a look at the inside of it. It hurt like
hell when she did. "That's pretty nasty. Does it hurt?" Since she was
still holding it when she asked the question, I didn't even try to
answer, so I didn't have to lie. "I don't think it's bleeding any more
either, so it looks like we can put a hold on the call to the blood
bank." She released my lip, and changed the subject. "Considering your
lip, this may be a bad thing to say, but I'm starved. Let's see if we
can find something to eat." She held my hand as we walked back to her
room.

    Since the beige pajamas were the only thing I had in the room, I
put those back on. Jenny tried the effect of putting her nightgown back
on, but the marks on her breasts were very obvious; if anything, they
looked even darker through the translucent fabric. She considered
briefly, and changed into a pair of pajamas. I donned the green dressing
gown, and we went downstairs.

    When we got to the kitchen, Jenny spoke into a normal looking
intercom, "Mom, we're scavenging in the kitchen if you want to join us."

    Helen's voice came back, "Keep a seat open for me, I'll be down
in a few minutes."

    Jenny wrapped a couple of ice cubes in a damp cloth and handed
them to me, "I don't know how much good this will do, but it might help
a little."

    If nothing else, the cold made the pain less noticeable. I sat
at the table, pressing the icepack to my mouth, and watched Jenny flit
about the kitchen putting things together. Her pajamas might have been
opaque, but the fabric had a real cling problem. Watching that exquisite
assembly of young body parts flowing within was fascinating.  Then her
concerned voice brought me back again, "Are you going to be able to eat
solid food with that mouth?"

    "Come over her within reach, and I'll demonstrate," I retorted,
though I fear my words may have been somewhat garbled. Garbled or not,
she understood me.

    "Silly!" She flashed a smile that lit the room, and believe it
or not, blushed.

    We heard Helen coming down the stairs. Since she normally moved
soundlessly, she was obviously announcing her approach. As she entered
the room, she gave me a quick glance, and asked wryly, "Walk into a
door, Larry?"

    Jenny announced that she was preparing breakfast, and Helen pointed
out that it was now after three, and she should probably call whatever
she was fixing lunch, and we could all have a late lunch. Helen added
her efforts to Jenny's, and continued her light conversation, but I felt
that she might be just a bit irritated. I figured that my condition was
the source of her irritation, but I wasn't sure what it was that
irritated her. It could be that she thought Jenny should have been more
careful, and was upset with her, or it could be that she was only upset
with the result without assigning fault. At any rate, as soon as she
found an opportunity she sat down next to me, and said, "Let me have a
look at that." I obediently moved the icepack and turned to her. She
wasn't as obviously careful as Jenny had been, but she managed to get a
look at the damage without hurting me nearly as much as Jenny had. 
Maybe it was just the ice working. Helen shook her head slowly back and
forth for a second, then grinned and announced that I would live. She
moved her chair back from the table a bit, leaned back, and crossed her
legs. For a couple of minutes she just sat there, seemingly in deep
thought. Jenny and I both watched her expectantly. Finally she spoke.
"Well, Jenny. I guess I'll have to work on your nursing skills next."
She paused for a heartbeat or two. "You know, I don't think we ever
specified exactly what 'a day' is. It's an interesting point. If 'a day'
is Christmas day, then it's over in eight hours or so.  On the other
hand, we could say that 'a day' is a continuous twenty-four hour period.
I think that, for this time only, we'll go with that. Future days will
be negotiated as required." Jenny and I looked at each other; we both
understood immediately. "Just this once you can hang on to him until
eight in the morning. As long as you understand that 'sleep' means
'sleep', you can sleep with him tonight."

    Jenny launched herself toward her mother and nearly knocked her
chair over as she threw her arms around her. "Thanks, Mom! I promise
I'll take better care of him. I promise!"

    Helen broke into laughter, "Just don't take too much better care
of him, Jenny."

    "I know, Mom. I know. Larry told me, too. I was going to ask you
if we could, but Larry talked me out of it.  And what he did was better
than I imagined anyway." I looked as modest as I could. "But I'd still
like to someday, if it's all right with you."

    Her mother explained the rules, "First, you're going to have to
see if you can keep his interest for the next four years or so. Because
until you're eighteen it's a non-starter. But I'll tell you something.
If you can keep his interest, I suspect that Larry can keep you amused
for the next four years without it."

    "Three years and seven months, Mom, and I'll wait for him.  You'll
see."

    Well, it was out, and it wasn't the disaster I had seen. Things
might not be so bad after all.  I was actually able to eat. Some things
at least. And when we had finished eating, Helen suggested that under
the circumstances it would probably be a good idea to have a few things
ready to eat at any time and that she would handle that for us. Then she
mentioned to me that she had something that I could use on my lip, but
that I would have to decide whether to use it or not. When I asked what
the downside was, she said that while it might promote healing, it would
also provide pain relief. I suggested that perhaps pain relief wasn't
necessarily a down side.  She said that it would deaden all feeling in
my lip for several hours, and waited expectantly.

    I thought about it for a few seconds, and said that I would pass
on it. She nodded, smiled, and said, "A very responsible decision." She
looked at Jenny, "I wouldn't be surprised if Larry tries to use that lip
between now and tomorrow morning. Try not to tear it up any more if you
can avoid it."

    "Mom," now it was Jenny's turn to be irritated, "I wasn't trying
to tear it up the first time. It just happened. I didn't know it was
happening then, and I don't think Larry did either." She looked at me
for reinforcement.

    "No, I didn't feel it getting cut. I didn't know it until . .
.much later. But that was my fault, too. I should have been more in
control." Helen looked at me curiously.  I did not elaborate.

    "Anyway," Helen wrapped it up, "have fun, but--to the extent
possible, at least--try to minimize the collateral damage." She stood
up, "And unless you need me for something before then, I'll see you in
the morning." She walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs without
looking back.

    As soon as her mother was out of sight, Jenny jumped up and wrapped
me in a bear hug. She started to kiss me on the mouth, then caught
herself and just pressed herself to me instead. We went back upstairs to
spend the night together.

    We had roughly fifteen hours to allocate to the activities of
our choice--barring one, of course.  To tell the truth, a fair amount of
that time was spent just cuddling. Not all of it, of course: Jenny
wanted another shot at getting the initial spurt with her mouth, and I
convinced her that I would have a lot more buildup for her if I did her
again first. Before we did either, we spent a fair amount of time just
talking and experimenting to find out what we liked and what had the
most dramatic effects. During the course of the evening I also learned
more of the details of the agreement Jenny had with her mom.  On the
surface it seemed pretty straightforward: Jenny would get one day with
me every two weeks. She couldn't borrow, but she could bankroll; in
other words, she couldn't possibly get me for another day before two
weeks had passed, but if she wanted to wait four weeks, she could have
me for two days. The problem was that negotiations were allowed, and
having participated in one of their Monopoly games I was pretty sure
that negotiations would be rampant. All I could really count on was that
when they had scheduled me, they would let me know.

    Until the next morning, Jenny treated me as her lover, as though
we were the only two people in the world. Then when eight o'clock came,
she kissed me goodbye and became the innocent daughter of a mother whose
friend I was. That pattern never changed; whenever it was Jenny's turn
she was an avaricious lover, and when her day with me ended I became
nothing more than a friend of her mother. Strangely, (to me, at least)
our other routines were not affected by the new factor. Every week,
nominally on Tuesday and Thursday, Jenny and Ashleigh would come to my
apartment and we would play our games. Sometimes a day would change
(frequently because one of Jenny's days interfered, and I would have to
invent an excuse on my own) and sometimes our activities would change
for a day or two, but the basic nature of our relationship never changed
over the next several weeks.

    It was interesting to me that after "Jenny's days" began, Jenny
had only one really good day on the field of honor with Ashleigh, and
that was the first week after Christmas. After that, Ashleigh won almost
every week, and her cumulative score was devastating. In accordance with
our original agreement I suggested that we modify the scoring to make
the results more even. Ashleigh was amenable, but Jenny adamantly
refused. Sometimes when we were in bed together I would ask Jenny why
she seemed to be having problems at my apartment when she knew all the
little tricks to turn me on and get much better results. She said that
taking advantage of knowledge which Ashleigh didn't have would be
unfair. I was never able to shake that conviction, even after it was
obvious that Ash was losing interest in the competitive aspects of the
game. (But Ash never lost interest in the self-competitive aspects; she
worked very hard to improve her individual performance, and did, far
more than I would have thought possible.)

    This rather strange relationship continued unchanged for the
next few months. Then one day in early May I had a call from Ashleigh.
At my office.

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