Message-ID: <27356asstr$973876203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: corp.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: "Jack of all Trades" X-Original-Message-ID: X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 Subject: {ASSM} Anniv-Flash: Jen <*> (mf, rom) Jack X-Original-Subject: {ASSM} Aniv-Flash Jen <*> (mf, rom) Jack Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 12:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin {ASSM} Aniv-Flash Jen <*> (mf, rom) Jack This work of fiction is for the entertainment of adults in locations where it is legal. If it is illegal in your location, don't read it! This work is copyrighted. Reposting or any other use is strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder. E-mail me, I'll probably give you permission. I just want to know and control where it is posted. This story may be posted as part of a review or to the ASSM archive. My thanks to Expert Editor, Ruthie, for her editing and suggestions. Any errors you find are my fault not hers. Tell me what you liked, or didn't like. Please! E-mail address: jackofalltrades@post.com My stories can be found at my website: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/j/wwwoat or http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Jack_of_all_Trades/ Copyright 2000 by Jack of all Trades A few things first and I'll try not to make it longer than the story. My thanks as always to the lovely and vivacious Ruthie, without whom this piece of fiction, short as it is, would not be nearly as good. Secondly, ASSTR. We are indeed fortunate to have Rey and those good people to moderate ASSM and to provide a home for all of us that want one. If you are reading this and haven't contributed to ASSTR, please, please, take the time to do so. There is so much that ASSTR wants to do but is constrained by what meager funds they receive. No one but you (collectively) will benefit from this. If I want my stories they are here on my hard drive. But if you want quality erotic fiction there is only one real home on the web, ASSTR, and they need your contribution to keep it going. I give, not only by writing, but also monetarily. Please support ASSTR and the stories you love to read. Jen by Jack of all Trades It was always Jen, not Jennifer, or Jenny, just Jen. We met after a football game. She was lead majorette for the other team's band. I was on the football team. Had a hell of a game. A blocked punt, two sacks, a recovered fumble. She congratulated me. I thought she was cute. We exchanged numbers. I called. "Dinner and a movie?" "Sure." I'd seen her in her majorette's costume. In jeans, t-shirt, and ponytail she was breathtaking. Dinner was casual conversation and shy stolen glances at McDonalds. She had ketchup at the corner of her mouth. I wanted to kiss it away but her pink tongue beat me to it. We held hands walking up to the theatre. "Two tickets to 'Risky Business.'" Popcorn and drinks. Find empty seats near the back. Settle in. Darkness. The movie started. Laughter so pure and sweet it stole my heart and made me think of angels. A kiss at her parents' door. Our lips met. My heart fluttered. One date led to two, two to three, three to more. In my parents' car, parked so we looked out over a lake. Kisses, breathless with passion, my hand tentatively touched her small perfect breast through her shirt. Murmured assent. My heart hammering. Her flesh so soft to my touch. Our lips hot and swollen from kissing. The windows fogged. "I have to get home," stopped us before we went too far. Homecoming. Dancing, talking to friends. We cut out early. Her parents allowed us an extra hour. By the lake, windows fogged again. Her dress held up by spaghetti straps. She pulled them over her shoulder and smiled. A perfect breast spotlighted by the moon. A weak quivering moan when I kissed it. Her hand touched me, explored. She tugged at my zipper. Soft fingers found hard flesh. Dress bunched under her, white lace panties damp to the touch. My fingers tugged hesitantly, she lifted her hips. Soft golden curls, damp vee, heat, her scent overpowering. Need, want, and desire centered upon that spot. Pants down, a stolen condom hurriedly rolled on, poised to enter. "Stop!" Quivering, wanting, needing, but heeding. "Do you love me?" "Forever and ever." Open arms welcomed me to manhood and heaven. A single thrust made her a woman. Tears, first of pain, then of joy, kissed away. Rapture. Over much too soon. ----- A stupid fight over some boy she talked to. I wouldn't give. I lost her. ----- Grocery shopping, my two kids fighting over what cereal to buy. A laugh so pure it stole my heart. I turned. There she was. Her child shaking a cereal box while she laughed. "How are you?" "Fine, and you?" "Fine." Conversation in the cereal aisle. We exchanged numbers. I missed her laugh, her touch. I dropped the slip of paper to the wet, rainy pavement as I carted the kids and groceries to my car. -- Jack of all Trades E-mail: jackofalltrades@post.com My stories can be found at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/j/wwwoat or http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Jack_of_all_Trades/ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+