The Love of Jennifer: Jennifer's First Visit

The Love of Jennifer: Jennifer's First Visit:        Tomorrow was the first day of school and I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned waiting for the ferryman to deliver me across the riv...

Jennifer's First Visit

       Tomorrow was the first day of school and I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned waiting for the ferryman to deliver me across the river of night to morning’s landing. Geetz dropped me off in the student parking lot, down the hill from the school.

      Jennifer and I picked up where we left off. School became just an excuse to see each other. It pained us not to be together. We talked every night on the phone. That is until Nan or her parents forced us to say goodnight.

     Our courtship was advancing sexually as both of us were at that age. In the heat of heavy petting, my hands roamed over the gentle curves and warm crevices of her blossoming womanhood. It was more of whose hands were faster. But, there were moments when her guard was overwhelmed by her own desires. In her moments of surrender, I discovered a power I had over her, one that I would learn to exploit.

     Nan saw what was happening and thought it better to invite the “young lady” over. Nan wasn’t the best cook in the world, but she did succeed at certain dishes. Stuff pork chops with wild rice and cream of broccoli was one of them. I had been looking forward to Jennifer’s visit for days.

       When her mother dropped her off, I bound out the door to greet her. Her demure manner and smoldering good looks took the Prescott’s by surprise. It was written on their faces. She wore a fitted white blouse, fitting just tight enough to show off her budding bosoms, and jeans tight enough to accent her tall, but shapely frame. 

     Jennifer probably borrowed her threads from her sisters because I had never seen them on her before. I could picture her two older sisters raiding their closets to make sure their lil sis made the right impression.

    “Mishy, try this on.” I could hear Stephanie, her oldest sister, saying. “What do you think, Mary?”

    “Yeah, that works, Steph? We don’t want her looking too dressy or too sluttish. Oh, wait a minute. My sterling silver hoop earrings would look great with this outfit.”

      “Jimmy, take your guest’s coat,” said Nan. Removing her coat, my nose caught the sweet fragrance of her perfume. Her own natural scent had always been her perfume, one that accompanied my waking days and threaded my dreams at night. The soft, gentle earth tones of her apparel set off her olive complexion and long undulating tresses. The light in the room paled in comparison to her radiant smile.  I could see that both Nan and Geetz were impressed.

     Jennifer was a lady in every sense of the word.

     After a quick tour of the house, which I was proud to perform, dinner was ready and we sat down to eat. Geetz ate at his usual place at the counter; the only difference was the little TV was turned off. Nan ate standing up on the other side of the counter were she could see everyone. Jennifer and I ate at the table that occupied the center of the kitchen.

     After dinner, I told Nan that I was going to show Jennifer my room. I had purposefully left that off the tour. That way I would have a reason to go downstairs after dinner. I had been planning that move for days. I think Nan even noticed the growing regularity with which I eyed the clock on the wall.

    

     “Nan, we’ll be downstairs listening to music,” I informed her. She nodded her agreement, but there was a hint of reluctance in her gaze. Nonetheless, she gave way to my request like an ice dam giving way to a spring thaw. We headed downstairs with me leading the way.

    I had pictured her in my room a thousand times. Now there she was. I had to control my urge to touch her.  She strolled around the room picking up trophies and examining posters before taking a seat on my bed. There were two bunk beds in the room made up the exact same way, but she had instinctively chosen mine. I sat down next to her, thinking of what to say. 

     “I’m glad your parents let you come over,” I said.

    “Yeah, my father wasn’t too happy with the idea, but my mother and sisters talked to him. He ready does like you. He really is a teddy bear when you get to know him. Only he wanted to know why you couldn’t come over there. So, expect another invitation real soon.”

     “You look beautiful,” I said, peering into her soft brown eyes. I then reached over and gently caressed the back of her neck, pulling her toward me, planting a kiss on her lips. Some dreams do come true, I thought. Our bodies melted together like pieces of molten metal in a fiery furnish of concupiscence.

       With our lips still joined; I ran my hand over her inner thigh, working my way down to her warm tight place. I expected her to stop me along the way even as I lowered her gently down onto the bed. Her head instantly relaxed back into the pillow as her wanting eyes bid me follow her.

     Within seconds, our bodies were intertwined, our flesh on fire. I worked my hand over the top of her belt buckle; down into her cotton panties. She was warm and moist and her womanly scent filled my nostrils, stirring my sexual juices.

      When my angle prevented me from delving deeper, she turned slightly, granting me entrance to her garden.  Her wet tongue moistened her upper lip with slow tantalizing brushes, her eyelids slid close, and her body rose and fell to the rhythms of my pelvic thrust.

     Driven forward on waves of primitive lust, I quickly removed her blouse. Clumsily, I toyed with the hooks of her bra, until she took pity on me and undid them herself. Pausing, I reached down and removed her bulky black frames, unmasking her immaculate beauty. 

     “Jimmy, Jimmy, you and Jennifer come upstairs. Jennifer’s parents should be here soon,” I could hear Nan say.

      I knew that she wouldn’t come down, but Jennifer didn’t. In one swift motion Jennifer was out of bed, dressed and straightening her clothes. I, on the other hand, was still cursing Nan’s bad timing.   

    “Do you have a comb,” Jennifer asked.  I did, but it was unsuitable for her long, thick mane. I offered her a brush instead. I tried to slow her movement, but after a little primping, she was already out the door and climbing the stairs. I had to run to keep up.

      When the autumn leaves started to fall; we found it increasingly difficult to steal away. Stephanie provided a cover story by dropping her off at my house while telling her mother that they were out shopping together. Turns out that Stephanie had a secret lover of her own who stayed on the University of Vermont campus.