A little talk first

You smile and turn around so Jenny can jump on your back. Gladly she lays her arms around your chest while you hold her legs. As you start to move back to the car you feel her breasts push against your back. Then Jenny rests her head on your shoulder

“You know I love you, right?” Jenny suddenly mumbles.

“Of course you do,” you say nudge your girlfriends head with yours, “and I love you. That’s why we are a couple.”

“I just …,” Jenny begins nervous, “listen, I appreciate you want to learn more about magic world. But it’s a dangerous world. There are creatures which will kill you or even worse because you are close to me or because you discovered magic world or just because you are a human. I’m afraid of loosing you.”

“I will not let you be alone,” you promise, “we held together before and we will do it in future. Only the monsters are not old fairytales anymore.”

“Hey, don’t make fun of me, these fairytales could kill us,” Jenny jokes and holds you more tight, “but you are right, if you are **** to encounter a vampire or a member of the neo inquisition, none of our parents will come, laugh about us playing and brings us cookies. I have to make sure that you are prepared.”

“What do you have in mind?” you ask “you know I already took some lessons in martial arts to deal with that guy. Since two years to be precise.” You remind her, thinking of Bandon.

“Good, but I'm not talking about fighting against drunken idiots on the playground” Jenny says and buries her nose in your back, “I’m talking about creatures like me. Monsters from the worst human nightmares that could punch through stone walls.”

“And what should I do?” you continue to ask, “do I have to learn magic spells?”

“I don’t think you are a wizard,” Jenny answers, “humans with the ability to use magic are very rare. I know only one. I'll clear some things first. Let us talk about this tomorrow after college. We could meet in the ice cream parlor after school.”

“Ok, we have a date then,” you answer and rub on the head, “but I thought dogs weren't allowed.”

“Fuck you,” Jenny answers and rests her smiling face on your shoulder again.