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Three Stories (MF, FF, humor, rom)
by Jenny (jenny_grrl@hotmail.com)
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)
Story One (MF Humor)
You're The Girl
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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
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Story Two (FF Rom Humil)
In Over My Head (a humiliation story with heart)
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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
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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