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Archive-title: Jenny

   I had always liked Jenny, though I didn't know her well personally. We

worked together on the night shift. Us night-timers have a slightly different

perspective on the world that most other people on 'normal' shifts. We're often

driving on streets devoid of life at 3AM, and spend a lot of time at home

because nothing's open. And then we sleep through the morning, when everybody

else is alive and awake. It's a very lonely life most of the time.

   Jenny suffered from this as much as I. She had come to town almost a year

ago, and because of her hours, she hadn't had so much as one date in all that

time. Often she would grumble about the lack of a social/sex life. There were

plenty of guys on the night shift, but for some reason she didn't seem

interested. More than a few of them were interested, though. She stood about 5

foot seven and was rather busty. She was a bit overweight, but not seriously

and I found it quite a turn-on. It made her seem more real, somehow. More than

once I had half-jokingly offered my services, only to be turned down with an

appreciative smile. I could never seem to work up the nerve to come out and ask

her for a date. Mostly it was because I was certain she'd turn me down and

rejection was something I didn't really care for.

   I don't know what got into me one night. It was a Saturday and we both had

gotten roped into putting in a 'little overtime'. If you consider 10 hours

'little'. Anyway, it was about 9PM and we both sat down to lunch. Since there

was no one else there we actually talked to each other. Somehow the

conversation got around to dates, and I asked her just what it was she looked

for in a guy.

   "Well," she said musingly, "looks aren't all that important, I guess. A good

personality is more important." She was silent for a moment, thinking. "Right

now what I would like to find most is somebody who's good in bed. After a year

of nothing I'm getting kind of, well, itchy."

   My heart gave a jump at that and my temperature rose ten degrees. I got up

to get a cup of coffee from the machine behind her. As I did, I said, "How do

you expect to find somebody like that? Advertise?"

   She chuckled. "I can see it now: Lonely woman seeks good fucker. Low pay but

great fringe benefits."

   "Those benefits look pretty good to me." I said, still standing behind her

and sipping my coffee. My heart had calmed, but I was still tense.

Anticipatory, perhaps. "But seriously, that's what you're looking for? Not just

any old guy who can get it up?"

   "Uh uh." She said softly, almost dreamily. "It would be tempting, but hell,

if the guy doesn't know what he's doing, it just isn't really worthwhile. Not

for me, anyway. For him it's probably great."

   The it was my turn to laugh. "Yeah, I guess so. Some guys are like that.

They just want to, um, get off and go to sleep. But there are some who are

different, ya know."

   "Oh, really?" she said, still seemingly in a trance.

   "Sure." I said. I put the cup down. "For some of us half the fun is in

making the other person feel good." I placed my hands on her shoulders, though

I wasn't really aware of it at the time. "Sex is an artform. I think so,

anyway. I used to have a girlfriend who told me I was the only guy who was

capable of making her come almost every time. The only reason for that was

because I the only guy who really tried."

   I was massaging her shoulders while I said this. I looked down and saw that

she was breathing deeply and heavily, her eyes closed. My heart rate jumped

back up when I realized what was happening. I felt my prick swelling up inside

my jeans like a balloon. Slowly I moved my hands out along her shoulders while

I continued to talk in a husky voice. "You see, my favorite part of making love

is to explore the woman's body." My hands moved up and down her arms. Her

breathing grew more labored and she tilted her head up a bit, eyes still

closed. I leaned down and whispered close to her ear, "Every inch, from head to

toe. I like to touch, and be touched. I like to lick and nibble until until she

can't take any more. And then..." I ran my hands up her sides and slowly,

gently slipped them around under her breasts. He breathing turned to gasps,

then moans. She arched her back as I fondled her. Even through her bra and

heavy shirt her nipples stood out like little buttons. I flicked my index

fingers across them gently and each time I did she jumped a little.

   By now I was hard as a rock and her hand found its way to my crotch, rubbing

its length almost desperately. She seemed almost out of control, her breath

coming in little cries. She turned around suddenly and buried my mouth against

hers. The kiss lasted forever, it seemed, as our tongues intertwined like two

sensuous snakes.

   Then the shift bell rang. Lunch was over.

   We both pulled back, confused and more than a little embarassed. Neither one

of us said much as we straightened out our clothing and got ready to go back to


   On the way out the door though, our hands brushed briefly and a spark seemed

to jump between them. I looked up at her and saw a barely controlled fire

raging in her eyes. I knew right then that it was not nearly over yet...

   The rest of the night passed quietly. I kept looking at Jenny across the

otherwise unoccupied shop but not once did I catch her looking back at me. I

didn't have opportunity to talk to her at all, so I could do nothing but

wonder. Most likely she was trying to forget it ever happened. I was hardly a

woman's dream come true, as past experiences had told me. Probably just as


   But just try telling that to the ache in my heart. Or the one between my


   Finally the end-of-shift bell rang. A couple of scraggly, sorry-looking

graveyard people had drifted in to take over our machines and we could take

off. I saw Jenny head over to the phone and dial a number.

   "What's up?" I asked her.

   "Calling Dianne to come pick me up. She's got my car tonight."

   Dianne was Jenny's roomie. I had met her briefly before, and Jenny had once

mentioned that she worked an early day shift. Even if she didn't have to get up

early tomorrow she surely wouldn't enjoy dragging ass out of bed at 2AM to come

down here and get Jenny. Before Jenny dialed the last digit I volunteered,

"Hey, don't wake her up. I'll give you a ride."

   Jenny looked at me dubiously, her finger paused over the last number. "I

didn't figure you for the altruistic type. Isn't it out of your way?"

   "It's more out of Dianne's way. The poor woman isn't a creature of the night

like us. She needs her sleep."

   She considered a moment, then put the phone back with the last number still

undialed. "Okay," she smiled, "but straight home and no sidetrips. I'm


   "No prob." I assured her. We walked out into the refreshingly cool night

air, across the parking lot to my junkmobile. I saw her giving it the wary eye

and I flashed her a grin, "Don't laugh, it's paid for."

   I thought I heard her mumble something about it being paid for in cereal

boxtops but I didn't pursue the matter. I turned the key and the engine moaned,

grumbled, and finally coughed to life athsmatically. I revved the engine a

couple times and it roared impressively, the sound bouncing off the nearby

building walls in staccato bursts. I really needed to put a muffler on the damn


   Pulled out of the parking lot and into the street--slowly. I was thankful

that it was dark and Jenny couldn't see my foot which had the accelerator

pressed to the floor. I doubt she would have cared anyway. She was too busy

hanging on for dear life, trying to avoid being shaken out of her seat. I

*really* needed to put a muffler on this car.

   Ten teeth-rattling minutes later we pulled up in front of her apartment

building. All around lights were coming on as people were getting up to see

what the hell was making all that racket. I found an empty spot along the curb

and turned the ignition off the keep from waking the other half of the

neighborhood. In the deafening silence I turned to face her. "Well, here we


   She turned in the darkness, "Yep, here we are. Well, thanks for the, uh,

ride..." and opened the door.

   I turned the key as she stepped out. I was rewarded by a low groan and a

death rattle from somewhere under the hood. Turning the key again only got me a

faint clicking sound. I hit the wheel with the palm of my hand. "Shit!"

   "What's the matter?" Jenny asked, leaning in the still open door.

   "Fucking battery died again!" I groaned. "The alternator belt's broken. I

was gonna fix it tomorrow."

   "Oh." She said. "Well, I can go up and get the keys from Dianne and give you

a jump with my car. Hang on..." She disappeared into the darkness. Several

minutes later she returned with a disgusted look on her face. "I don't fucking

believe it. She's not there! She left a note on the 'fridge saying she left

with some guy for the coast and won't be back 'til tomorrow afternoon. In my

car, damn her! I coulda been stuck at work all night!"

   Actually, I had the idea Jenny was more pissed because her roomie had a date

tonight and she didn't. Which I didn't feel particularly sympathetic for at the

moment, considering my predicament. "Well, I could thumb it home and have a

buddy bring me back early tomorrow and jump me. That way I can get the car out

of here before it starts lowering property values."

   I got out and shut the door and locked it. I started to walk down the street

and I noticed Jenny keeping step with me, obviously wanting to say something

but not knowing quite how. She said haltingly, "Um, well, since it's kinda my

fault that you're stuck here, I, uh, could put you up for the night."

   Oh really? I was tired, but not so tired I didn't pick up on the possible

implications of that statement right away. And even if it didn't mean what I

hoped, it still sounded better than standing out in the cold for maybe hours

trying to get a ride from some soft-hearted motorist. It wouldn't be the first

time I had done that and I wasn't looking forward to doing it again. "Sure." I

said, hoping I didn't sound too eager, "It's been a long day already. Thanks."

   "Thank *you*." she murmured under her breath, and I wondered what that was

supposed to mean as I followed her to her apartment.

   As I walked into Jenny's apartment the first thing that hit me was the

all-permeating odor of catbox. It wasn't too bad, though. I used to have a

cat myself, so I was used to it. The place was fairly small, with a kitchen

in an alcove off to my right and a short hallway to the left leading to the

bedrooms and bathroom. In front was the living room. There was a couch and

a couple of well-worn chairs. A small TV sat on a none-too-steady stand

opposite the couch and chairs. The place was clean, but cluttered.

Magazines and various articles of female clothing lay scattered about.

Jenny began picking up the latter while mumbling an apology. I remarked it

looked lots better than my place, which didn't comfort her much since she

saw what my car looked like and could well imagine what my place must look


   She was probably right on the money.

   After a few minutes the place was fairly straight. She plopped down in a

chair, exhausted. I landed on the couch feeling about the same. Exhausted,

but far from sleepy. "Nice place you got here." I remarked.

   "Thanks." she smiled tiredly. "It was cheap and clean." She sat up a

little and said, "I really appreciate the ride. And... I'm kinda glad

you're here. I hate staying in this neighborhood by myself..." She looked

like she was going to say more but stopped and looked away instead.

   I started to reply but felt something moving by my feet. I looked down

and saw a little grey ball of fur playing with my shoelaces. Gently I

reached down and picked it up. It was a kitten, about four months old, all

fuzz and golden eyes, which stared into mine. And sharp claws, which I

discovered a second later as he(?) decided he wanted down NOW. I complied

quickly before he could do any serious damage. He shot across the room in a

grey blur and disappeared under the coffee table.

   Jenny was grinning at me. Suddenly she got up and said "Excuse me, I

gotta change and clean up a little. Make yourself at home. I won't be

long." And she disappeared into one of the other rooms. A moment later I

heard a shower running.

   I never was very good at making myself at home in somebody else's home.

Not to mention I was worn out from work and a funny little knot of tension

rested in the pit of my stomach. I turned on the TV and settled back on the

couch, trying to relax.

   It wasn't long before she was done. I turned to see her and had to hold

back a small gasp of surprise.

   She stood in the hallway dressed in just a nightshirt that just came

down to her upper thighs, and apparently nothing else. The shirt was slit

partway up the sides, showing tantalizing glimpses of skin. Her braless

breasts hung firm and high, the nipples hard, straining against the thin

cotton and just begging to be set free. Her bare legs were magnificently

toned, retaining just a hint of tan leftover from the summer. I noticed she

was smiling at me, nervous but apparently enjoying my attentions.

   Then, to my complete shock she yawned and stretched her arms high above

her head. The shirt, which was just barely long enough to begin with, rode

up and I plainly saw the brown fuzz of her pubic hair. She held the pose

for one magnificent second, then dropped her arms down again, much to my


   I made no pretense of not looking at her. That would have been

ridiculous. But her eyes met mine and I saw the same fire I saw earlier in

the lunchroom, only this time it wasn't smoldering but raging almost out

of control.

   With slow deliberation she walked across the room, swinging her hips

just the right amount to make the slits in the nightshirt part and give

excruciating glimpse of bare skin. She sat down on the couch next to me,

close enough to touch. One gorgeously unclad leg rested on the couch and

across the other leg at about mid-thigh. One arm draped carelessly over the

back. Her eyes met mine and seemed to capture me completely. My heart went

wild as what was going on here finally sunk in.

   Finally she spoke, her voice low and throaty. "Did you mean what you

said earlier?"

   Her voice startled me out of the spell I was in. "Um, what did I say


   "That you like to give pleasure as much as receive it?" she said


   My heart thudded slowly in my chest. "Sure." I answered just as softly,

"Giving is lots of fun. I never tire of it."

   "And..." she asked, uncertainty crossing her face, "and... would you be

willing to give a little to someone who could really use it?"

   Now, it would seem to be obvious that I should answer immediately with a

loud and enthusiastic YES! but being in such a situation is much different

from reading or fantasizing. In all honesty, I was a little frightened. I'd

had more than my share of fantasies about Jenny, but to be presented with a

breathing living willing reality was another thing. You don't treat real

human beings the way you do in fantasies. But then I realized that she was

honestly asking for help, and taking quite a chance doing so. She was

obviously as scared and hopeful as I was. To turn her down would do great

damage to her self-esteem. I couldn't do that to her.

   So, I simply said "Yes."

   She gazed into my eyes for a long, long moment, uncertain how to

proceed. Then her lips met mine in a deep, open kiss. She moved forward

until she was laying on top of me while we were still kissing. Our bodies

moved together, rubbing in slow, sinuous motion. Her hips pressed down

directly on the hardness at my crotch and ground against it, sending waves

of pleasure though me. Her mouth was still locked with mine, but her breath

was coming in short gasps. Our activity became more frenzied as our

excitement grew, her gasps turning to low moans.

   And all at once, the spell broke. She collapsed on top of me, her head

buried in my chest, crying softly.

   The dry humping had stimulated me almost to orgasm, but my erection

quickly faded. Unsure of what else to do, I held her and caressed her hair

and rocked her back and forth softly while making what I hoped were

soothing noises.

   For a long time we lay like that, until she sniffled and raised her

head. Her eyes were red-rimmed and very vulnerable. "God, I feel so

stupid..." she said in a very quiet voice.

   "Shhh." I said, "It's okay. You're not stupid. Things just went a little

too fast, didn't they?"

   She nodded, looking away. "I guess so. I've never been like this in my

entire life. I talk a lot, but I'm not really like that. Tonight I just...

I don't know..." she started sniffling and buried her face in my chest


   "There, there," I said softly "being lonely and hurting doesn't make you

a bad person at all. It makes you human, which is no more or less than the

rest of us. You're a free adult and I don't feel you did anything wrong."

   I don't think she was convinced but she didn't respond or argue. We lay

together silently until I wondered if she dropped off to sleep. Finally she

raised her head. "These long hours don't help any, either. I think I'll go

to bed."

   She got off me and stood unsteadily. Her nightshirt stuck to her body in

several interesting places but I found my interest surprisingly muted by my

concern for this girl. I thought I was going to be making this couch my bed

for the night but she held a hand down to me. "Come on."

   I got up painfully, and stretched as the circulation returned to my

muscles. How long had I been laying there, anyway? I was afraid to find

out. Holding my hand, she pulled me towards the bedroom. "I know it's kind

of forward, in light of how this evening is going, but I'd really like some

nice company tonight, even just to sleep with. You don't mind, do you?"

   I really didn't, and I said so. She kissed me on the cheek. "I've always

liked you."

   The bedroom was about as orderly as the rest of the apartment, but still

seemed feminine, without being really obvious about it. She had a full size

bed, with the blankets thrown over it in a hurried attempt at neatness. She

had probably done it before leaving for work this morning. Yesterday

morning, actually.

   She pulled the covers down and sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh,

springs groaning beneath her. "God, I'm so tired." She gripped the lower

hem of her nightshirt, apparently to pull it off, and then looked up at me,

concerned. "You don't mind, do you? I don't usually sleep with anything


   My mouth had suddenly gone dry again as my heart leaped. I shook my

head, trying not to appear too anxious, "No, that's... okay."

   She pulled the shirt up, up, revealing inch after agonizing inch  more

of bare skin, until she pulled it off over her head and dropped it on the

floor beside her. She stretched her arms, gloriously, wonderfully nude, and

sighed "Ah... that feels so much better." She swung her legs up onto the

bed and covered herself up to her waist. Her breasts were so large and

inviting, the aureoles a bright rosy read, the nipples still partially

erect, that my hands just ached to touch them. Instead I tore my eyes away

and walked around to the other side of the bed, where she smiled and pulled

the covers down for me. I sat down and almost got in before she said

"Aren't you at least going to take your shoes off?"

   I *had* forgotten that little detail. I still had my jacket on, even. I

stood up and pulled off my jacket and kicked off my shoes. For a moment I

wondered how far I should go, then decided to hell with it. I pulled my

shirt off over my head, then unbuckled my pants. She was watching me, of

course, and there seemed to be a hint of excitement in her eyes. I took my

pants off and saw her eyes lock on the bulge in my shorts. I was still

somewhat erect so the bulge was pronounced, to say the least. Slowly I

pulled them down and my penis, freed from imprisonment, leaned out from the

dark fluff of my pubic hair, almost at it's maximum size though still

pointing downward. There was an audible intake of breath from her when she

saw it.

   I sat down and removed my socks and crawled under the covers. In a husky

voice she said, "That was magnificent." as she reached over to turn the

light out. Then she snuggled against me, laying her head on my arm.

   Her body was warm, almost burning, and the feel of her bare skin next to

mine and the excitement of knowing there were absolutely no layers of

clothing between us soon had me excited again. My heart wouldn't stop

pounding and my cock stood ramrod stiff and twitching. She moved her arm up

and placed her hand on my chest. "Anybody ever tell you how attractive you


   Actually, nobody had, and I said as much and I placed my free hand on

her side and moved it from shoulder to hip in a long, slow caress, back and

forth. After a moment her breathing changed pitch and became quicker,


   Her hand caressed my chest in a similar manner and she nuzzled my neck

softly. This time there was none of the hurried frenzy of earlier. Things

were progressing smoothly and more naturally, without a word from either

one of us. I became a little more adventuresome with my explorations, and

moved my hand to cup one soft breast. I moved my hand under it, feeling

it's weight, and my thumb found her nipple, finally bare and fully erect. I

rubbed my thumb across it and a short, breathy moan escaped her lips as she

arched her back.

   Her hand moved down, raising to trail her fingers through my pubic hair

before resting lightly on my cock, sending little twinges and flashes of

pleasure through my pelvis. I raised my hips in response and she grabbed my

cock almost tight enough to hurt. Almost, but not quite. Instead it felt


   I was now massaging her whole breast and her breath came in ragged moans

and she whole body writhed in slow, sinuous motion. I moved my face down

and extended my tongue, slowly circling it around her nipple. Then I took

it in my mouth, as much as I could, and sucked it in and out rapidly

between my teeth, and her writhing became more violent, almost pulling away

from me. My free hand, meanwhile, moved around to her back, traveling up

and down exploring freely from her neck to her ass, which I grabbed hard

when I reached it.

   Her mouth covered mine and our tongues intertwined frantically. Her arms

wrapped around me almost hard enough to squeeze the breath out of me and my

cock ground hard against her pubic fuzz. Finally her mouth released mine

only long enough to gasp, "I want you in me now!"

   I had roughly the same idea by then myself. She rolled over on her back,

more or less pulling me on top of her. I raised my hips and she reached

down to guide me into the right spot.

   With slow deliberateness I thrust my cock into her. She was so wet and

excited that it slid in with no resistance at all, until I was buried in her

as deep as I could go and I felt her fuzz tickling my lower belly. She

pressed her hips against mine for maximum penetration as her gasps became


   I did not pump but simply held myself there as her movements grew more

frantic and her cries louder. I knew if I moved too much I would come and I

wanted to enjoy this as long as I could. Instead I just moved myself from

side to side a little, pushing her even closer to the brink as she bucked

beneath me.

   "Oh God... Oh God..." she moaned, her voice getting higher and louder

until her muscles locked and held rigid in an explosive orgasm. The muscles

of her vagina locked tight on my penis and almost against my will I

orgasmed, pumping my seed deep into the warm depths of her body for what

seemed a long, long time and intensifying her pleasure even more, if such a

thing was possible.

   We shared an endless moment of agonizing pleasure before collapsing in

an exhausted heap, with me still laying on top and buried deep within her.

   Gasping for air and trying to regain some of our strength, we lay like

that for who knows how long. Jenny's eyes looked up into mine and she was

so achingly beautiful in the half-light streaming in from the window. In

those eyes there was no more fire (though I knew it would soon be back) but

warmth and tenderness and gratitude and... love?

   In an exhausted voice she said, "Hi there, stranger."

   In a similarly exhausted voice I replied, "Hi there yourself. Come here

often?" My unintentional double entendre sent us both into a fit of

laughter that wiped away any tension that might have remained. It felt as

if we had been lovers for years, instead of just one frantic night. For a

fleeting instant I felt a glimmer of hope that it might go on for years...

   She spoke and interrupted my musing. "You know, it's been well over a

year since I've... been with anybody. In one short night you've made up for

all that lost time and then some. I've never experienced anything this

intense. Never."

   "I don't think I have either." I replied tiredly. "This was incredible.

Just as I had always thought it might be."

   "Yeah. Me too." She shifted a little and a wave of residual pleasure ran

though me. "Actually, I could get used to this on a... a regular basis.

I've always, um, liked you. Maybe in the near future we could... um..."

   I shushed her quietly, "The future can take care of itself, and perhaps

we'll be in each other's. I think I'd like that myself very much. Right now

let's just enjoy the moment." She nodded silently and relaxed.

   It was not long before my penis began to swell again, and Jenny noticed

it almost before I did for I had never pulled it out. The second time

around I was much less sensitive and lasted far longer. She climaxed at

least six times before I came again and we both collapsed, exhausted for

real, as the first light of dawn began to color the sky outside.

   We spent most of Sunday in bed, and not from exhaustion either, although

we did exhaust each other eventually. I never did make it home that

weekend, and it was with bitter disappointment we faced the reality of

Monday and going back to work. We dragged in together half an hour late,

disheveled and in rumpled clothes (mine were the same ones from Saturday).

I was barely coherent enough to work all day long, but not for one second

did I regret it.

   That was six months ago. We saw each other every weekend, and most

nights in between. Dianne moved out to join her new boyfriend in Oregon

City, and Jenny immediately invited me to move in with her. I didn't waste

any time packing.

   At work they don't know anything about it, because the boss frowns

heavily on employee relationships (Or any other form of fun that doesn't

increase his profits, for that matter.) but every time I walk by Jenny or

meet her in the lunch room she always favors me with a little smile and a

conspiratorial wink, which I always return.

   You know, I used to hate working nights...



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