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Archive name: johnjess.txt (MF-teens, rom, school)
Authors name: John McGregor (cotrackguy@aol.com)
Story title : John and Jessica

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John and Jessica (MF-teens, rom, school)
by John McGregor (CoTrackGuy@aol.com)

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John and Jessica have been friends since their first day 
in High School. Now they confess they're love for each 
other...

This story is a work of fiction. Any similarity to any 
person or character, real or fictitious, is purely 
coincidental. The author, John McGregor, retains the 
copyright to his work and all rights reserved to him be 
holding that copyright. This may be posted to any free 
site and any commercial site, providing the author 
provides written permission. This is not meant for 
youngling's so if you're 17 or younger DO NOT READ 
FURTHER!

On a personal note, this is my first attempt at erotic 
story writing, so any comments would be appreciated. 
Send them to ColoradoTrackGuy@aol.com.


John and Jessica
by John McGregor 


Even though I'm only 18 and she's only 17, Jessica and I 
have been friends for almost years now. I know her 
better than anyone else. She's my best friend, and I 
really couldn't ask for anything more than her 
companionship.

You would think that because Jess and I have known each 
other so long and know each other so well that there was 
a romantic interest. In my mind, there always was. It 
took us years, however, to admit it. I always knew it, 
though. 

Throughout all the time we were friends, I could see it 
in her eyes. In our hearts we knew that we were destined 
for each other. We knew that our fate lay down a common 
road.

I met her the first day of high school. She was part of 
my first class, physical education. As we filed into the 
gymnasium, the gym teacher had us sit in rows going 
across the gym floor according to the names he called 
out. He told us that we would be sitting here at the 
begging of every class or there'd be hell to pay. I 
wasn't really paying attention to who he was sitting 
around me until he called her name.

"Cook, Jessica."

I looked up to see the person who I would be sitting 
beside the rest of the semester. I'll never forget the 
thought that came to my mind as she walked towards me.

'Oh God... what a body!' I thought silently to myself. 
She was about 5' 3" and 130lbs. She had beautiful long 
brown hair and sensuous dark brown eyes. Her breasts 
weren't particularly big, but they weren't small either. 
Her skin was almost a robust olive color. She was, in a 
word, perfect. For me, at least.

Apparently I wasn't very good at concealing my thoughts. 
As she walked by me, she winked. As the gym teacher 
continued to call off names for seating, she leaned 
forward and whispered to me.

"Nice to meet you. My name's Jess," she said in a hushed 
tone. She continued, "And to answer your first question, 
yes, they're real," and then laughed slightly to 
herself.

It was that biting sense of humor, besides the 
magnificent body, which first drew me to Jessica. Her 
personality fit right in with mine, and from that day on 
we were the best of friends.

And as I said before, she knew from the start that I was 
interested in her. She never said anything, but she 
often caught me looking at her gorgeous body. Every now 
and then, I would turn away to do something, and catch 
her looking at me too. The feelings that we had for each 
other were already placed deep within us, and I knew 
that it was only a mater of time until we were together.

For almost a year, though, we became simply better 
friends. At least that's what we told ourselves. We 
could feel the need for each other's love and admiration 
in everything we did together. However, we were too 
afraid, too sensitive, or just too stupid to do anything 
about what we felt. In a way, this period of friendship 
made our relationship far better when we finally did get 
together. We knew each other so well; there were no 
secrets to keep from each other, no feelings so deep and 
so cherished that we felt that we could not share them 
with one another.

Then, without warning, the first move was made. One 
night, her sisters (she was the youngest of three 
triplets) were out on dates. Her parents were having 
dinner with some old friends of theirs who were in from 
out of town. I was going to pick her up to take her to 
the Mercury Cafe, a little swing dancing club in 
downtown Denver. When I called her house to tell her I 
was on the way, she said, "If no one answers the door 
when you get here, just come in. I'll be downstairs 
taking a shower."

This in itself didn't really mean anything. I had been 
over at her house many times when she was taking a 
shower. Once I even caught her naked when I peeked into 
the bathroom after she was done with her shower. It was 
an image that had found a permanent place in my mind.

When I got there, I went downstairs into her room for 
her to get out of the shower. I had done this before, 
too. She just went into her room and made me close her 
eyes while she was changing. That didn't bother her or 
me.

So, when she came into the room with nothing but a towel 
wrapped around her waist, I expected the usual "Close 
your eyes, John," speech. However, she didn't say it. 
She merely walked over to the bed and sat down beside 
me. Her hair was still wet, and indeed so was her body. 
I could detect little water droplets that sprinkled 
themselves over her body. When she sat down next to me, 
I shivered a little bit with the unexpected tingle of 
sexuality running through my body.

Where did that come from? Certainly she wasn't ready for 
anything so soon... was she?

"John...." she said, in a low and inquisitive voice.

"Yeah Jess?"

"We've been friends for a long time now," she said as 
she reached over to clutch my hand, "and for all that 
time I've always wondered... do you feel the same way 
about... us that I do?"

I didn't misinterpret her question, though it was 
phrased ambiguously. I knew what she meant. Did I want 
to be with her?

"Jessica, you know that you're my best friend. You're 
beautiful, funny, and perfect for me. I couldn't ask for 
anything more."

The next thing she did sent a shock throughout my body.

She stood up and removed the towel from her body and 
said, with a slight smile on her face, "Oh really?"

My jaw flapped around on a loose end for a bit. I 
couldn't believe what was happening. The girl of my 
dreams was standing in front of me, offering herself to 
my conquest!

But then I realized that this wasn't a "conquest". It 
was an act of admiration, a reward of my loyalty to her 
as a friend. Most importantly, she did it because she 
loved me.

She took a step towards me and picked up my hand. 
Slowly, she brought my fingertips up to her tantalizing 
breast. The feel of her soft skin against my fingertips 
was enough to kick myself into gear. I stood up, and 
cupped her tit in my hand. She looked at me expectantly, 
with a deep yearning in her eyes. She had shown her love 
for me with this bold move, and now she wanted to know 
that she was loved in return.

I closed my eyes and leaned towards her. As our lips 
touched, a feeling of gentle bliss flowed throughout my 
body. Months of frustration, held in emotions, months of 
catching glances of her when she wasn't looking, months 
of wanting to confess my love for her were over. With 
one kiss, we became a single person, united in the 
supreme force that is love.

I knew, however, that it did not stop there. I stepped 
back and took off my shirt for her. I wriggled out of my 
pants and then my boxers. They were flung carelessly 
across the room. The entire time, she watched with 
intense eyes, especially when I removed my boxers to 
reveal my steel rod to her for, what I thought was the 
first time.

"It's just like I remembered" she said.

I was shocked... when had she seen me?

She saw the look in my face and said, "Do you think you 
were the only one who tried to look in on showers?"

I laughed and answered, "I guess not."

She laid down on the bed and said in soft voice, "John, 
I am yours. You've earned my heart, and I gave it to 
you. You've earned my love, and now you have it. You 
just earned my pussy, and now you're going to get it."

Her legs were flopping over the side of the bed, so I 
decided to take this chance to practice a skill I didn't 
have much experience with. I kissed her neck and moved 
my way down her body, stopping on the way down to suck 
on her nipples, then continuing between her breasts, 
over her ribs, across her stomach, just above her pubic 
hairs, and all the way down until I was at her outer 
lips. I parted them to reveal her beautiful pussy. I 
pushed my head forward suddenly, and she gasped an 
unexpected gasp. 

I started to flick my tongue across her soaking wet 
clit, and within seconds she was starting to gyrate her 
hips with each flick. It was almost impossible to keep 
up like this, so I switched to another technique. I used 
the back of my tongue against her entire clit. I small 
groan escaped her lips, and she pushed her weight 
against mine. I changed after a while to sucking very 
slightly on her love-button. She reached down and 
grabbed my head and pushed it further in towards her 
pussy. 

"John, I love you..." she said.

"I love you, too..."

"Fuck me..."

I knew it was time for action. I removed my mouth from 
her startling wet pussy and looked up at her. I started 
to get myself into a position to fuck her when she said, 
"I want to be on top."

I was surprised by this, but I was not in any mood to 
argue. She got up, and I lay down on the bed. She sat 
her naked body on my knees and took my cock into her 
right hand. She pulled it up until it was perpendicular 
to the rest of my body and then positioned herself over 
top of me.

She brought herself down on me and I felt for the first 
time of my life the superb feeling that only a hot young 
pussy can bring to a young man's dick. It was an elastic 
feeling. Her vagina gripped my cock all around, and it 
felt as if I was going to explode almost instantly. All 
those late nights with a bottle of hand lotion and 
porno's came in handy, though, and I was able to hold 
myself back from the brink for a few moments and enjoy 
the warmth of her pussy around my cock.

She started to bob herself up and down on my pole, and 
again started to moan slightly. My dick moved all the 
way inside of her. It penetrated so far that not another 
inch of me could fit inside of her body. Her strokes 
started off paced, but as she continued on, she became 
more and more frantic. I did as well, and as she pushed 
down on my pole, I thrust my hips up toward hers. It was 
an oddly invigorating feeling, having my cock explode 
into her body with ease. We quickened out pace, fucking 
each other with an intensity, and I felt her back arch 
and her hands grab down upon the back of my legs. Her 
pussy became more thick than before as she screamed out 
at the top of her lunges. That was all that I could hold 
as well. As she shuttered from her orgasm, I sprayed 
load after load of my hot semen deep into loins.

She sat there for a second with my dick still inside of 
her, closing her eyes in ecstasy, taking in the moment. 
As I began to soften, she dismounted and threw my boxers 
in my direction.

"Come on," she said, "we'll be late."

I knew what she was thinking.

"I love you," I said. "And I mean it."

"I love you, too."

THE END

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