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Subject: {ASSM} Anniv-Flash: Jen <*> (mf, rom) Jack
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{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
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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
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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/
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