Message-ID: <1912eli$9707051119@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Krieg Lite Subject: Jenny (Mf+ teen play) Chap 8 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: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199707050757.BAA15429@shaman.lycaeum.org> 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. 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