Message-ID: <883eli$9705251907@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: Krieg Lite Subject: Jenny (Mf+ teen play) Chap 1 -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- Some time ago I developed a taste for Japanese instant noodles. Somewhat more than a taste, I should say: obsession might be a more accurate term. No longer were the English-labelled varieties from the local supermarket adequate; I had to have the real thing. I found a source which not only would airship these delicacies directly from Tokyo, but understood my desire perfectly, shipping a different variety each week. One day after several weeks of this had made the arrival of the boxes routine, I opened a fresh delivery and found something very non-routine indeed. The following story had been inked by hand on rice paper, packed tightly in a cylinder and stuffed into the box in place of a container of noodles. It is only fair to warn you that this story might well be considered inappropriate, indeed illegal in some circles, for younger members of our society to read. That being the case, I can only say that it is with the deepest reluctance that I must absolutely prohibit non-adults from proceding further. If you fall in this category, please cover your eyes with one hand, and with the other kill this article. - ------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter One The First Night It was still early, not quite five thirty and just turning to twilight, when I got home, so I had plenty of time. I had barely closed the door behind me when the knock on it came. Visitors to my apartment were rare, and unexpected visitors were rarer still, so I was mildly surprised by the knock, but I was completely astonished when I opened it and saw her standing there still in her school clothes. "Hi, Larry!", she said, "Can I come in?" Without waiting for an answer she had stepped inside and was looking around. "If you don't already know my name, it's Jenny. I've wanted to see the inside of your apartment for a long time, but I couldn't think of an excuse. Anyway, since you watch me undress nearly every night, it's like we're already sort of intimate in a way, so it's nice to finally really meet you after waiting so long. But really what I came for, I've got an idea I want to talk to you about that I'd really like to try. I think it will be a lot of fun. Can I see your back room, the bedroom I guess it is, where you watch me from?" Again without waiting for an answer she started toward the back. It was a good thing she wasn't waiting for answers from me, since I was still speechless with confusion. As I followed her, I tried to regain my composure along with at least some control of the situation. "Of course you're welcome to look around if you like, uhÉJenny, but I'm afraid I really don't know what you're talking about." Somehow I didn't sound convincing even to myself, but I felt obligated to make the effort. "Don't be silly, Larry", she threw back, "I love having you watch me. I've been putting on my little show for you for weeks now, and I know you must enjoy it too or you wouldn't keep watching." She walked into the bedroom and made a beeline for the corner where the desk sat by the glass doors to the balcony. "If you weren't watching I wouldn't bother to set everything up the way I do." She peeked around the edge of the drapes. "You can't see as far down into my room as I thought. I'll have to rearrange things a little I guess." She came away from the window and threw herself across my bed. "Ever since I first noticed that you could see into my room and I started undressing for you I've been trying to think of ways to make it more fun for both of us. You know Ashleigh, don't you? Maybe you don't know her name, but she's the tall blond girl with the fantastic body who comes to see me all the time. She's nearly a year older than I am, almost fifteen, but we've been friends for ages. Anyway, I've been talking to her and we think we've got a great idea if you'll just let us try it. What we want to do is this: she'll stay in my room over there and put on a show for you just like I've been doing, and I'll stay here in this room where I can watch you watching her, and then the next night we'll switch places. What do you think, Larry? Can we try it?" It was apparent that I had not regained control of the situation. Everything seemed remarkably dreamlike. One of those strange dreams where you are aware of everything going on around you but are utterly powerless to take any voluntary action, and you keep doing those things you know are going to end in disaster. My hands were trembling, but I hoped not noticeably. My knees refused to provide any further support, and I sat down on the end of the bed...the opposite end from Jenny. "I really don't know what to say, Jenny. What you're talking about sounds a little...I don't know, bizarre, maybe. We would all have to be careful. It would be a lot different from anything that might have happened before, not that I mean to say that anything has ever happened before, anyway." Despite everything, there was another physical consequence of the conversation. I was getting stiff. I hoped she wouldn't notice, since my case could be weakened considerably if she did. Casually, I crossed my legs. She gave no sign that she had seen anything. "Oh, Larry, don't be such a drag! You've seen me naked, or at least almost naked, lots of times. The only thing different is that this way there would be somebody else watching, but she would be part of the deal too, so you wouldn't have to worry about anybody else finding out. Besides, we're really not doing anything. And just think about getting to watch Ashleigh, too. You know what a fox she is. And anyway, it's only fair. After as many times as you've watched me you ought to at least let us watch you." Since she had raised the fairness issue, I was going to be in a ticklish position (perhaps a poor choice of words). In an attempt to gain some time I labored over an argument and brought forth an inanity, "Jenny, I just don't think that this is quite as simple as you are making it out to be. There are some other things to consider." I was pretty sure there must be, if I could only think of some of them. My thinking apparatus appeared to be short-circuited, however. She rolled over and sat up, obviously unimpressed. "Look, let's give it a try", she said. "Ashleigh is all ready to go as soon as I signal her. Why don't you just go ahead and pretend I'm not here. Do what you always do. That's really what we want, anyway. Come on, just this once, and if it doesn't work out we don't have to do it any more. Do you have anything you need to do to get ready?" The honest answer was indeed yes, but I wasn't sure just how much honesty I could muster. I stood up, pulled myself together, and decided that the truth might with luck sound enough like a put-on to get me through with some measure of dignity intact. "As a matter of fact, I do usually make myself a bit more comfortable when I'm at home. To be honest, most of the time I don't wear anything at all. That's why I keep that robe hanging by the front door, so I can throw it on in case I need it. Usually by the time I've been home this long I would be completely undressed and have myself a drink mixed." I thought that had about the right tone, and that it should have about the right effect whether she believed it or not. I was about ready to congratulate myself for a neat turn of phrase when I realized that standing up had blown my cover. Her eyes were locked onto me just below belt level. "That's great!", she exclaimed. "I've never seen a guy naked before, and I really want to! This is super! After all the times you've seen me naked I finally get to see you, too. And your thing is standing up, too, isn't it? This is going to be better than I ever even imagined!" She had bounced up off the bed and was literally jumping up and down and clapping her hands. "I'll tell you what. Let's go back in the living room and pretend you just walked in the door, then you can take your clothes off and mix your drink just like you would do if you were by yourself. I'll just kind of stay out of the way." Deep down, I knew I was done for, but I made one last faint hearted attempt to slow things down. "Wait a minute, Jenny. I never said I would do it. We really should think about it a little more before we go jumping into it like this. Maybe Ashleigh won't want to go along if she hears about all this." "Are you kidding?", she scoffed. "She will be just like me. I know for sure; we've talked about stuff like this forever. And anyway, you know you really want to do it too. If you didn't, your thing wouldn't be standing up that way. Right?" I paused and considered. There was no point in prolonging the struggle. I resigned. "Okay, Jenny, you win. Let's go." She gave a squeal of triumph and bounced up round my neck. "Wow! This is great! Thanks a whole lot, Larry. When you're ready for Ashleigh to start just go over to the window and I'll give her the signal." She dropped down, grabbed me by the hand and started for the front of the apartment. I decided that anything worth doing was worth doing well. In for a penny, in for a pound. Et cetera, et cetera. I backed up to the front door and actually opened it a crack and then shut it. I had already taken my shoes off when I first came in, but I went through the motions of slipping them off by the door. I dropped my pants, slipped them off my feet, and folded them over the arm of the sofa. I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it on top of my pants. Then I slipped off my socks, my undershirt, and finally my shorts and pitched them into a pile beside the sofa. Jenny was as good as her word. I could feel her eyes on me from six feet away, but she never made a sound. I carried my shirt and pants to the closet and hung them up, then dumped my underwear in the laundry basket. I walked over to the bar and began mixing a vermouth cocktail, which had become my traditional watchÐtheÐlittleÐgirlÐacrossÐtheÐwayÐundress drink. I still felt lightheaded. It was as though I were watching myself on a stage. As I prepared for my evening ritual there was a strange elation flowing through me that was at least an order of magnitude more powerful than usual. Jenny's presence had somehow magnified all my senses. My trembling was gone, and I felt magnificent. Soon Jenny's exuberance overcame her resolve to "just stay out of the way", and she spoke out, "Oh, this is really great, Larry. I really appreciate it, really I do. And now I'll be quiet, I promise." With a sense of noblesse oblige, I gave her a slight nod of the head as acknowledgement, took a sip of my drink, and strolled past her toward the bedroom, the spring in my step magnified by my erection. She followed right behind me, and as I leaned against the desk with my eye on the darkened window across the way she took a small flashlight from her pocket and flashed it twice through the window. By this time it was nearly dark, and the only light in our room came from the sky and the glow of street lights nearly a block away. Jenny sat a few feet away on the side of the bed, staring intently at me and waiting for whatever was going to happen. Within fifteen or twenty seconds of Jenny's signal, a light came on in the room across the way. Ashleigh was standing by the door as though she had just come in and turned on the light. Her stance was almost exactly the one I had seen so many times from Jenny. She walked slowly into the room and across to the closet without so much as a glance toward the window. Again, it was almost like Jenny, but not quite. Her longer legs gave her a bit more sensual gait, whether deliberate or not. She went through a lengthy process of selecting a blouse from those in the closet (I guessed she had brought some of her own clothes with her to stock the pond, so to speak), took it out and laid it on the bed. With her back to the window, she began to unbutton her blouse. My hand dropped to my lap. I could imagine that I heard Jenny's breathing become quicker and more audible. Ashleigh took off the blouse and dropped it on the bed with a motion that for a brief moment brought her torso into profile and revealed a well packed white bra. Then again with her back to me, she slipped on the fresh blouse, a flimsy tan see-through that fell almost to her thighs while showing the band of her bra. I had made a couple of light strokes during the change and left my hand in position. Ashleigh began to slide out of her blue jeans. Her longer legs again played a role, as more of her white panties were visible above the balcony rail than I could usually see of Jenny's without standing on the desk. As soon as the jeans dropped to the floor, the long blouse again covered her panties without concealing them. Ashleigh walked over to a mirror invisible from my viewpoint, but which brought her into profile to me again. With a shake of her head she again began to unbutton her blouse. I began to slowly stroke again. The blouse came off and was dropped on the bed. Ashleigh turned and walked directly toward the window. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then as she turned away toward the bed, dropped it off. I increased my tempo. She turned quickly to pick up the bra and I caught the briefest glimpse of nipple before she straightened up. She bent down out of sight and when she came up had a flesh colored bra in her hand. She put it on and walked back to the mirror. Turning, she surveyed the results of the new bra. I maintained pace, then again increased slightly as she cupped her hands under her breasts to press them up a bit more. My breathing was becoming sharper and quicker, and I could feel the warmth begin to creep up on me. Suddenly, without warning, Ashleigh dropped off the bra and stood in front of the mirror in her full glory. Her breasts were perfectly formed with flawless nipples. I stood up straight and moved toward the window. I had almost forgotten that I was not alone, then I heard a little gasp followed by clearly audible breathing. Ashleigh stood in front of the mirror, her right hand massaging her breasts and her left hand dropped to her panties. My hand had taken on a life of its own. I felt as if I were about to explode. Then, with both hands she began to slide her panties down. Without taking my eyes off her and without missing a stroke, I climbed up on to the desk to get a less obstructed view. Now I could see nearly down to her knees as she began again to slowly massage her dark triangle. I was going crazy. I could feel Jenny's presence. She had moved from the bed and was standing next to the desk, inches from me. Ashleigh's body began to writhe. Finally I could no longer hold off and jism shot out across the room, gaining range from my increased altitude. There was a muffled shout from Jenny which blended with my own. Despite the relief, the vision in front of me continued to excite me, and my erection was unabated. I continued to stroke, though with a slightly reduced tempo. Finally Ashleigh walked away from the mirror and, facing directly toward me, pulled on her panties, put her white bra back on, then donned a plaid skirt and a white blouse which she took from the closet. I was grateful for the controlled descent, but my excitement continued and to my surprise, just as Ashleigh walked over and turned out the light, I came again. It sounds corny, but I began to applaud as I jumped down from the desk. Next to me Jenny was jumping up and down with her hands clasped in front of her and saying, "Super!, Great! Wow!" in a tight little voice. She grabbed me around the waist and gave me a huge hug, then all of a sudden she ran to the light switch and turned it on, then came back and hugged me again. "Oh, Larry", she sighed, "that was really wonderful. I thought I would die when that stuff came out. I never in a million years expected to see anything like that. I've never felt so tingly in my whole life, just like I was about to float up and fly away. Ashleigh will never believe it. I couldn't even have dreamed what it would be like. Are you okay? Are you ready to talk to Ashleigh? She should be coming over pretty soon to see how it went and make plans for tomorrow. Why don't you put your gown on when she comes in, so she can look forward to everything for tomorrow. We can tell her all about it as soon as she gets here. She must have given you a good show, right? She said she was going to. I'll see if I can give you a real good one tomorrow, too. It's only fair. You've already seen me a lot, so I can't do much to surprise you. You know I don't have the body that Ashleigh has, but I'll think of something good for you. Just wait." I was exhausted, but exhilarated too. Whether it was the excitement of having Jenny watch me, or seeing Ashleigh for the first time, or Ashleigh's erotic act, or a combination of all of it, I had to admit that no coital occasion had ever matched the fireworks from the evening's experience. The prospect of a continuation was bitter-sweet, since it seemed unlikely that any future variation could match this first time, and a letdown seemed inevitable. All I could muster as a reply to Jenny was, "I feel fine. I'm ready to talk to Ashleigh whenever she gets here." Jenny put her arm around my waist, and with my arm around her shoulder we walked back to the living room. I flipped the light switch and put my robe on, but left it open so Jenny could see that I was still somewhat erect. We sat down side by side on the sofa to wait for Ashleigh. Jenny was clearly still agitated also. "Do you always do that when you're watching me?", she asked. "Rub yourself and make that stuff shoot out, I mean." I thought briefly before answering, "Well, I nearly always rub myself and usually I'll get something, but I'll tell you the truth: having you there really did make a difference. I haven't shot out as far as I did that first time since I was a teenager, a long time ago, and maybe not even then. And I haven't ever come twice like that. Even with sex, I have never come so much so soon after the first time. This was really something unique." I figured that since I couldn't decide myself where the credit for my performance belonged, it would be diplomatic to give it to her. "You can see I'm still a little hard." She had been keeping her eye on me, not really staring or anything, but she wasn't about to miss anything. "Yeah, I know. Would it be okay if I looked at it a little closer, and maybe just touched it just a little? I wouldn't tell Ashleigh or anything." I decided to be magnanimous. "Sure, go ahead. Whatever you like. You've certainly earned it." As she reached out, it rose to meet her hand, and then there was a bold knocking at the door. She jerked her hand back as though she had been burned. As I stood up and closed my robe I bent and whispered to her, "There will be a next time." I stepped across and opened the door. Ashleigh stepped inside and demanded, "Okay, you guys, what have you two been up to?" She pushed the door shut with her heel and laughed. "How did it go, Jen? I'd have been here sooner except I got myself all excited and had to change pants. Hi, I guess you're Larry. I'm Ashleigh. Nice to meet you. What are you looking so guilty about, Jen? I was just teasing you before, but you're about to make me curious. Okay, tell me all about it. What did you think, Larry? Was I as good as Jenny? Did you see me or were you just watching Larry, Jen?" She sat down beside Jenny and patted the cushion on her other side. "Sit down here, Larry. Jenny has had you all to herself this evening. Now it's my turn." Jenny immediately began to chatter, "Oh, Ashleigh, you won't even believe it! It was really great! Just wait and you'll see. Listen, Larry was already naked before you even started. He usually goes around that way so that's the way he did it tonight. I couldn't see you from where I was, but Larry said you were really good. Tell me what you did and maybe I can get some ideas for tomorrow. Is it okay if I tell her what happened?" She was looking across at me, so I nodded. "Listen, while he was watching you he was rubbing himself and his stuff shot out all the way across the room. Twice!" Ashleigh looked at me incredulously. "You came twice just while you were watching me? You must have really been turned on." She glanced down at the bulge in my robe. "Could you do it again now? Just for me?" I really felt as though I could, but rules are rules. "Your turn is tomorrow night, Ashleigh. You'll get your chance then." With one quick nod, she came back "You bet I will!", then turned to Jenny. "How about you, Jen? What were you doing all this time?" Jenny blushed. "Just watching really. You wait and see what it's like. I've already got some ideas about things for next time." Ashleigh again gave a quick laugh. "Okay, let's leave Larry alone and go talk about them. Larry, I'll be here tomorrow around five-thirtyish. Okay?" Somehow the idea of Ashleigh being here "around five-thirtyish" was exciting by itself. I nodded, "Sounds good", and stood up to let them out. The girls stood and started out the door, then Ashleigh turned and planted a long, warm one squarely on my lips. With some difficulty, I restrained my response to a token, then turned to Jenny. After all, we had been "sort of intimate" for a long time, so she deserved to upstage her sexy friend. I pulled her to me and kissed her tenderly but enthusiastically, then said "See you later, Love" and let them out the door. I knew that I was going to need a good night's sleep. I also knew that I wasn't likely to get it. 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