Message-ID: <12170eli$9806141628@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12170.txt>
From: Ghost Ex Machina <ghost@nym.alias.net>
Subject: {jenny grrl} Three Stories (MF,FF,Humor,Rom)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Path: qz!not-for-mail
Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam
Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Original-Message-ID: <19980614141608.21372.qmail@nym.alias.net>


Three Stories by Jenny.

1. You're The Girl (MF Humor)

2. In Over My Head (FF Rom Humil)

3. The Last Time I Saw Alex (FF Rom)


Introduction: by Kim

Hello. I've been asked to post these three stories by, and on behalf,
of my slightly wacky friend, Jenny. I have been unable to ascertain
quite why she can't post these for herself, but as she's asked me so
nicely I figure "what the hey" so, here they are.

The first one is kinda clever, the second one is a bit of kinky fun,
and the third is a wonderful piece of emotional writing, sadly based
on a real life event. Only the middle one has what you might describe
as having any sex in it.

If you'd like to tell Jenny what you thought of them then don't write
to me, write to Jenny. She can be reached at  "jenny grrl"
<jenny_grrl@hotmail.com>

I've enjoyed these stories, though I am kinda embarrassed by the
unwarranted adulation present in some of them <blush>. I think they
may not be the best written, or even necessarily very well written,
but they have either a charm, or an emotional power that I, for one,
appreciate.

See what you think.


- Kim

****************************************************************************

Story One (MF Humor)


You're The Girl =============== by Jenny


(This story is dedicated to Kim, who showed me the light.)


"Jimmy, let's play a game."

"What kinda game?"

"You tell me a sex story, but -- YOU'RE the girl!"

"I'm not dressin' up, if that's wha... "

"No stupid -- from HER point of view! Tell me what she feels, kay? But
remember to make it believable! What would a girl find sexy?"

"Yeah, this might be fun!, *I'm the girl*, I can do this! You sure you
wan't to hear a smutty story like this from me?"

"Jimmy, you don't know how much!" <grin>

"ALRIGHT! -- cool... "

"There's only one hitch. Since I actually AM a girl, I get to 'ding'
you, whenever you get too far off-base."

"Ding me?"

"Yeah, I say 'DING', like a bell, whenever you forget who's side
you're on. Like if you get greedy and milk it from the guy's end."

"Huh?"

"Just go, you'll see... " 

"My name's Candy. I like to run my fingers through my long hair, and
twirl it in my fingers staring off into space, on a warm Spring day."

"Hey, I do that! Jimmy, I'm impressed. I didn't... "

"Well I'm not a total clod! Wanna hear what I'm wearing?"

"Sure."

"A tiny little miniskirt and six-inch heels. Plus I'm blond, twenty
five, my measurements are 43-26... "

"Ding!"

"What?"

"Jimmy! your not even trying."

"You said you wanted it sexxy."

"I said sexy with one 'x'. And beside's... sexy for WHO?"

"Oh, don't you want me to have fun? I just HAPPEN to be the kind of
girl who gets off on my short skirt and my 34-26-34 body." <grin>

"Uh huh. Jimmy, how big is your chest?"

"Who cares. I'm not a girl. What I look like doesn't matter."

"Three times a week at the gym down town? You cared. And you're STILL
not happy with... "

"OKAY -- so I'm skinny! So what?"

"Let's make her skinny too."

"Weeelll... how skinny?

"26-26-26."

"GREAT! NOW SHE'S A FUCKING BOARD!!!"

"Don't you mean YOU?"

"Your RIGHT! I don't wanna be no FUCKING bean pole!"

"Then you'd better WORKOUT more, sweetie!"

"Shut up! Ok... my name's Cheri, I'm 28, and... I keep a dildo inside
me all the time!!!"

<pause>

"You're not gonna 'DING' me for that?"

"No. I like that part."

"Dammit! in that case, I don't HAVE anything up my cunt -- I just use
my hand all the time!!!"

"If you want to deliberately cause a 'DING' you'll have to do better
than that! What are your measurements again?"

"Your taking all the fun out of this! Being this thin makes me feel
self-conscious! I need my big boobs back to get into all this."

"Jimmy, when you see yourself in the mirror, does it give you a hard
on?"

"Shit no! Why WOULD it? I'm not GAY! WHAT THE FUCK!"

"Just asking." <fighting a smile>

"Don't be so FUCKING COY WITH ME!"

"Ok. You're trying to have it both ways. You want to be the girl in
order to get her into wild cheap outfits, but then you become the guy
checking yourself out, once she's dressed!  choose -- you SAID you
wanted to be the girl."

"Well, I didn't think it be so much FUCKING WORK!!! Ok smart ass!
You're one. YOU tell me what kind of CLOTHES and MEASUREMENTS and HAIR
COLOR a girl finds sexy?"

"Look, Jimmy, calm down. Sounds like you were saying you don't find
YOURSELF sexy before, right? Well, all I mean is, girls don't either.
At least I don't. When you give yourself big boobs, it leaves me out
of the fun. I don't get all dressed up and jerk off in front of my
mirror, anymore than you. Sure those thing CAN be sexy. For me, the
SEXIEST thing is knowing somebody I LOVE wants me."

"Well, that pretty much puts me to sleep!"

"FUCK YOU!"

"Ok, ok. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I love you, you know that. It's
just... being the girl, the real world kind YOU'RE talking about, I
mean, if I'm gonna be her, I might as well just be a... "

"...a regular person?"

"Exactly!" 

"So, can't a regular person be sexy? Can't you feel sexy from the
inside, instead of from how you look?"

"I guess. But it's a little too close to just being me. What's the
advantage of even BEING the girl, if you can't milk it for some cheap
thrills?"

"well, it has it's own rewards. Now tell me about yourself... "

"Ok. But I still miss the high heels... hey, if i'm this skinny girl,
maybe I don't feel like sharing my measurements, cause their not
important."

"Smart girl!"

"ANYWAYS... as I was saying, before I was so RUDELY interrupted... "

"Boy, a bitchy li'l thing aren't ya?"

"QUIET -- my name's Myrtle. I live alone. I wear a lot of long sleeved
shirts to hide my bean-pole-like arms. No skirts though, cause my legs
might show and humiliate me 'cause of my boney knees. I go home every
night and eat a nice big salad, watch tv alone, and lay in my big
empty bed at night. Being so INCREDIBLY thin, I don't feel sexy.  I'm
practically a skinny guy with long hair who masturbates a lot...  The
end." <pout>

"Awww, c'mon, thin girls can be sexy."

"Not me. If I'm not stacked, I don't FEEL sexxy!" <folds arms over
chest>

"Well fine. You're the only guy I know who fantasizes he's a frigid
little twig!"

"I am not!"

"You just described yourself that way!"

"Awww, I give up. I QUIT! You win."

"Hey, don't quit now! I could find frigid twigs sexy... "

"Don't humor me. This whole thing was just about making fun of me!"

"No, that was a bonus!"

"See, there you go again." 

"Hey, you big lug, I love you! <hugs> I'm sorry if I tease too rough."

"I'm not a big lug. My arms are too... "

"Then you're my MEDIUM-SIZED lug! And they're just the right size to
hold me -- promise." <snuggle>

"Promise?"

"Promise. And I won't make you pretend to be a girl anymore tonight!
I miss my guy."

"Even if he's clueless about what's sexy to a woman?"

<pushing his head down>

"Well, Jimmy, you're never too old to learn... "


The End



***********************************************************************

Story Two (FF Rom Humil)


In Over My Head (a humiliation story with heart)
================================================ By Jenny


Though I've always had a crush on her, Kim has always been like my
older sister. Like a little girl, I've always longed for her approval.
Even though were both adults (I'm 23, she's 35), Kim's smarter,
prettier, richer, thinner, and dammit, just too nice to hate her for
it. (sigh)

Though it's never spoken of, we both know i'm a bit of the underdog,
and pretty much the opposite of everything Kim is. I'm not ugly or
anything, I'm just never going to be able to compete with her, so I
don't even try.

She never belittled me about being *number two*, and, knowing she wont
attack my weak spots, I've grown to trust her with my deepest
feelings.   Even enough to play a little game I had in mind.

We were both alone eating in her kitchen. We'd just had a family
dinner, and her mother was in the next room watching tv. I was bored
out of my skull, and, seeing Kim licking the chocolate off of her
fingers, I suddenly got a dangerously wicked idea!

"Kim?" I cooed, trying to be seductive.

"What, Hon?" she asked, obliviously working her fingers. Something
about the way she used it, Kim's magic long tongue.

"Let's play a game," I said, grinning.

"Ok, Jenny. What?"

"Here's how it works. It's a role playing game! We put ourselves in an
*unsafe* sexy situation, and see who keeps their cool and who cracks
first!  To start it, you'll have to strip naked right here and
humiliate yourself doing whatever I say, but you better keep be quiet,
or you'll be busted by your mom!"

Kim frowned and stopped licking her fingers, deciding I was liking it
too much!  She stared me down till I looked away, ashamed. With my
brazen suggestion back in toe she finally spoke.

"Honey, I'm not gonna play that game, cause it'll end with you just
winding up crying and getting your feelings hurt! Besides I don't WANT
to humiliate you Jenny, I love you, and when i win it will just seem
unnecessarily cruel."

"Oooooooohh. WHEN you'll win? excuse me??? and beside's YOUR the one
who'll be humiliated, not me!!! remember Kim!!! YOU think I'm too DUMB
to compete with you, don't you?"

"I never said that, darlin'. Just don't get yourself in over your
head, kay? We both KNOW your more afraid of power games or *unsafe*
situations than I am! And what's with your tone, silly? Jenny, this
isn't LIKE you!"

"Yeah, see? Were playing with our roles. See, now I'm like this
aggressive upstart, challenging your authority. And now you've gotta
teach me a lesson, or lose face in front of me. See? I told you I'd be
fun! Your just afraid of anything you can't control, like me. You
always play it *safe*, Kim. B-O-R-R-I-N-G!!!"

"Hu-huh. I still think it's a good way for someone to get hurt." Kim
stood up and started unbuttoning her blouse!

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I whispered, as loudly as I dared; panicking!

"Oh, are you chickening out? What happened to my li'l upstart?" Kim
chuckled, re-buttoning her top.

"NO... uhhh... keep going. I'm ready. But HEY, shouldn't I be ordering
you to do that?" I asked lamely.

"Well then DO IT *li'l miss tough stuff*!" Kim slyly grinned. She
reached over and dabbed some chocolate on the tip of my nose. I felt
like silly child. I was angry! This was all some big JOKE to her! I
decided to talk a little rougher, just long enough to wipe that smirk
off her face!

"Okay, get that stupid blouse and bra off and stick your hands in the
chocolate bowl. Now!"

Well not with THAT tone. I'm not playing unless - what? - unless it's
*safe*?

Kim shot me a dirty look and pouted as she angrily took her blouse and
bra off and threw them to the floor. I felt scared of how much shit
i'd get after our game was over, but REEEEEAAALLLY excited by her
actually doing what li'l Jenny said. I reached a hand into my pants.
Her eyes narrowed as I guiltily played with myself.

Why was she doing it if she was pissed? Kim was right, this could get
ugly. I didn't want a fight. I half hoped she'd break into her
familiar smile and relieve the tension. But she just coldly stared at
me, awaiting her next *order*! as I stroked my wet little pussy. How
far would she go? We both wanted to know.

Afraid to meet her gaze, I looked down in submission, feeling
embarrassed. But another order came out of my mouth.

"I think that chocolate would look better on your tits, don't you
Kimmy?"

I didn't have the guts to look her in the face, but I could feel her
heavy sigh, like I was pushing it. I knew she hated a mess, and
dipping her hardening nipples in that creamy bowl, well i wanted to
see if she would. I saw dip her hands into the bowl to dab some on her
mounds.

"NO! not with your hands you dumb cow!!!" I would pay for that line,
and I knew it.  Looking up at Kim, I was afraid and incredibly turned
on by my disrespectfull tone!!!

Kim looked like she was about to hit me. I knew she wouldn't, but
since Kim is taller and stronger than me, instinctively I froze a bit.
Things were getting ugly, so I decided to fold and call it all off,
and take my lumps for even pushing it THIS far!

She must've saw this, because SHE wasn't done yet!

"OKAY, you silly little idiot! Then how's this *dumb cow* supposed to
get her tits smeared with chocolate then, eh Einstein?"

"LIKE THIS -SLUT!" my temper flared as I violently dumped the bowl of
gooey chocolate onto the kitchen floor, startling us both! "NOW GET
DOWN THERE AND USE THOSE TITTIES IF YOURS TO CLEAN UP THAT MESS,
NOW!!!" I practically yelled, tears welling up over my own cruel
words! I was out of control, and was scared!

Before I knew it Kim had dropped to the floor and was face down,
smearing the chocolate all over her sensual titties! I was beyond
disgust! She was even grossing ME out! what a slutty display!
Something in her snapped, and she was really getting INTO IT!!! 

"Kim, I'm scared. Let's quit, kay?"

"Oh no you don't! This is YOUR little party Princess, and you're going
to see it through to it's *scary* end!"

"But we said we'd stop, if we weren't having fun."

"Oh I'm doin' great sweetie!!!" Kim grunted, rubbing herself. She
stopped and looked up at my frightened face, tears dripping from my
quivering chin. Her expression softened as she reached up and pulled
me down into the mess on the floor.

"My kooky li'l Jenny poo! You didn't REALLY think I was angry did
you?" I nodded silently like a broken little girl.

"Aww, c'mere Honny-Bunch!" Kim hugged me into her arms and I felt her
love wash over me and was so relieved at her forgiveness. I even
forgot we were wallowing in a mess of chocolate! As she comforted me
Kim guided me toward her breasts to suckle her stiff nipples, which I
gladly accepted!

"I KNEW this would be to rough a game for my li'l Jenny-wenny! now
your sobbing like a little baby girl, just like I said huh? Wasn't
Kimmy right?"

I mumbled something unintelligible, my face smeared with chocolate as
I looked up from between her sticky tits.

"Now Jennifer, it's rude to talk with your mouth full! So hush up and
get to work, young lady!!!" 

I smiled.


THE END


*************************************************************************


Story Three (FF Rom)


The Last Time I Saw Alex (puppy love)
===================================== By Jenny


I just watched Alex drive away. I helped her load the last of her
stuff into her civic, and made sure she had my chains (in case of
snow) and my jumper-cables. Her battery was weaker than mine. She
grudgingly accepted my help, like the porcupine she always was. Help,
even from someone you love, is a sign of weakness to Alex. She slumps
into the drivers seat, as I hover over her, stalling.

Alex is 42 now, and I'm 23. We've been living together since I was 16.
Yeah sixteen. If you do the math, it means I was underage at the time.
Did falling in love with a woman more than twice my age *screw-me-up*
emotionally? Probably no more than anyone ELSE I know. See, I love her
LOADS more than this stupid story could ever convey. And now she was
leaving me. I tried to be strong, but I just KNEW...

...this was it for us. 

"Don't make this harder than it is," she said, coldly looking out
through her windshield.

"Sorry. I just don't want you to forget anything... " I try, looking
down.

"It's just a four day trip. I'll be back before you know it! Jesus,
you always do this Jen! You *melt down* and act like I'm leaving you
FOREVER!" 

"I know, I know. I'm too clingy. I'm always too FUCKING CLINGY!
Smother you to the point you don't even WANT to come back," I whine,
carefully reading her face for a reaction.

"Jenny... don't play games. And stop kicking yourself. Just stop
making this anymore difficult, and let's just say goodbye and get it
over with, kay?"

Alex reaches for the car door, but I block her closing it with my arm.

"I will, if you come out of your shell, and admit you REALLY care, and
stop pulling away!"

"Christ, Honey, SOMEBODY'S gotta have some distance! It wears me out
being strong for both of us, Jen. It's always about YOU, being left
behind! What about ME, going off to this conference! It's hard!!! I
KNOW you can't give me the support I need. Just don't ask me to spill
my emotional guts out all over the floor, as I'm walking out the door,
okay?" she asks, with a weak smile.

"OH GREAT! now you think I don't give you any SUPPORT???"

"Jenny, getting pissy won't work either." That flares my temper, but I
bury it inside.

"I'm going. Don't forget - water my plants!" she reaches for the car
door. 

"WAIT!" I throw my body between her and the car door, blocking her
closing it. I lean in and try to kiss her cheek. She just stares off
through the windshield. Alex the porcupine.

She finally shoots be a pained expression, like I'm pulling the legs
off a spider or something. I pull away from her, feeling somewhat
humiliated. A tear rolls down my cheek.

Without looking at her I say "This is it, isn't it? You'll find an
excuse to stay down there. Then another. Sure, you may come back for
some of your stuff... Alex, tell me I'm wrong." Alex sighs, staring
out the window. She finally looks at me, crying. she looks at me with
love and pity. I hate that look. But I also love what it means.

It means, even if she can't bring herself to look at me... she'll
stay.

Or it used to...

"Jennifer, I expect you to PULL YOUR SELF TOGETHER and march right
over here, give me a big kiss, say goodbye, and send me away like the
BIG GIRL I know you REALLY are."

Alex only calls me *Jennifer* when she's shifting into her *scolding
mother* mode. It usually makes me *mind*, but I'm too far gone to
pretend to be her daughter anymore. She's outgrown the need for
someone like me.   Someone younger... sexier, stupider. Me.

"Please don't leave me Alex! I'll be good!!! I'll do, I'll BE whatever
you want!!! I promise... " I spill osut all over her, crying my guts
out.

"OKAY YOU LITTLE CUNT, DO YOU WANT THIS TO END UGLY?" Alex explodes,
fearfully trying to push me away. We struggle for a bit...

Then I stop.

And pull my body out of the way. I see Alex has finally lost it. Big
tears flood her eyes as she avoids my gaze. I feel a sense of
satisfaction that her TEARS proves her love for me. I tell myself that
it's a GOOD thing I got my porcupine to drop her defenses. That crying
will force her back into my arms. That's what I tell myself.

There's an awkward silence, as neither of us wants to leave it like
this, but I know there's nothing left to say.

She mumbles a few conciliatory things, and I return them. I once again
help her into her car...

...and out of my life.

"You'll see," she says, pulling out of the garage.

"Jennifer, it's only for a while."

"Honey, I'm coming back." 

"I am."

And I watched her car slowly disappear.


The End


***********************************************************************

(C)1998 All rights reserved

Permission granted to Eli to place it in his archive of ASSM.

Posters Note:

Once again, I did not write these stories, my friend Jenny did.

If you would like to write and tell her what you thought of them, she
can be reached at "jenny grrl" <jenny_grrl@hotmail.com>

Please don't write to me about them, I am simply posting them for her.


Kim

June 98



-- 
+----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+
| <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> |
| Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |
<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>