Jenna

As Danni and I are leaving the Schnalz after dinner, she asks, “Are you free this evening?”

Drat. “Unfortunately, no,” I say; “I have an appointment. Why? What would you like to do?”

“Nothing major,” Danni says. “I just wanted a study partner. I have a lot to crank through the next few days, and I was hoping I could come study with you in your room. Cozier than the library, a much shorter walk home, and”—is it my imagination, or does she blush a little?—“better company.” Hurriedly she continues, “Trying to study with Sonya around isn’t working well right now. Like I said when we first met, drama is her style.” She gives me a rueful grin.

“Well, I should be back to the room in an hour and a half or so; feel free to come by when you see my door open. And how about tomorrow?” I ask, trying not to sound eager.

Danni stops for a moment to think. “Yeah, I’m just studying tomorrow night, too. Shall we plan on it?”

“I’ll put it on my calendar,” I say with a grin, and suit the action to the word.

*******

I walk Danni back to Reilly, then head over to ΕΛΤ. I made this appointment yesterday afternoon with a girl named Jenna. This is one where I’ll have to keep careful control of myself. She told me on the phone that she has a boyfriend whom she loves very much, but their schedules are too busy to have sex more often than once a day, and that’s just not enough for her. (My eyebrows went up and stuck at that point.) She masturbates, of course, but she wants more; she’s hoping that I’ll satisfy her enough that she won’t be tempted to cheat on her boyfriend—which means that I’ll need to have the self-control to stop her from cheating on him with me.

As I approach the house, I see a tall, slender girl in a short summer dress and low heels coming toward me down the sidewalk. We meet right in front of the door; her skin is the color of fresh cream, with just a hint of strawberries. “Jenna Thacker?” I ask.

“Yes,” she replies. “You must be Andrew.” She holds out her hand; I’m not sure what she intends, but I take it and kiss it, lingering over her fingers. She purrs with pleasure. “I like your style,” she says.

“Shall we?” I ask with a half-bow, gesturing that she should go first.

“Let’s,” Jenna responds with a grin, and leads the way. I check out her ass under the silk as I follow her up the steps; it’s small but firm and tight, with a nice curve to it. I’m tempted to grope her on the way, but decide to be a gentleman.

When we get down to the bedroom, I turn on the torchiere in the corner and turn to my new client; Jenna hands me the money and referral card, and I put both in my wallet. She’s almost as tall as I am, with a long oval face and shoulder-length strawberry-blonde hair that curls in a way that I can only describe as frothy. Her brownish hazel eyes are eager. “So,” she says in a voice that matches the look in her eyes, “I put myself in your hands.” She smirks. “Literally.”

I take her in my arms and kiss her. “A gentleman, I see,” Jenna says. “I do like your style.” Her mouth tastes of honey and flowers. She trembles against me a little as we kiss; I think she’s restraining herself from pulling off her panties and jamming my head between her legs. I let my hands explore her smooth, muscular back and sides, enjoying the softness of her silk dress. When they reach the toned curve of her ass, I squeeze her toned cheeks and pull her against my growing erection; she moans into my mouth and extends her tongue to wrestle with mine. As I continue fondling her, she pulls back for a moment and asks, “You like my ass, baby?”

“I love your sexy little tight ass. It must make your man want to fuck you on the spot every time you bend over. Is your whole body this fucking tight and toned?” I ask.

“You know it, stud,” Jenna purrs. “Including my favorite muscle—my cunt.”

“Mmmmm,” I say appreciatively. “It’s too bad I’ll just have to envy your boyfriend on that one.” I turn her around in my arms and add, “But I can appreciate your ass.” Jenna reaches up and back to interlace her hands behind my head and rubs her ass against my cock as I continue to stroke her. I tease the edges of her pubic mound and linger appreciatively on her flat stomach, making her hum in satisfaction. She murmurs encouragement when I bend my head to nuzzle and kiss her neck.

When I reach her small tits, it becomes clear that the silk of her dress is the only thing between them and my hands. “Gently, stud,” Jenna moans softly. “They may be small, but they’re mighty. If you go too fast, you’ll overload me and shut me down.”

“Why would I hurry?” I murmur into her ear, before delicately licking it. “I want to enjoy them.”

“Mmmm, baby, I definitely like the way you think,” she murmurs back, grinding her ass harder against my cock. I trace her subtle curves through the silk, lingering on the undersides of her tits when Jenna sounds especially appreciative. They’re less than a handful each, but they’re beautifully shaped and sit high on her chest. I get a grip on the silk of her dress and caress her tits with it, and she purrs in pleasure.

I use the gathered silk to pay my first attentions to her nipples. They aren’t large, just little domes, but they’re erect enough to find; from Jenna’s gasp when I begin teasing them with the fabric, they’re very sensitive indeed. As I continue rubbing them with silk, she begins to hum deep in her throat, then turns her head to kiss me hungrily. I release my grip and start very lightly stroking each nipple through the silk, first with one finger, then with two. Jenna moans and starts to stick a hand under her dress; I capture her hand on the way, twine my fingers through it, and whisper in her ear, “No, sexy. This isn’t another session with your fingers, and we wouldn’t want you to cum too soon, now would we? You need to be patient.”

“I’m so horny,” she whimpers.

“Ahh, but think how much hornier I can get you before I let you cum,” I murmur back. “And think how much better it will be that way.” Jenna whimpers a bit more, but subsides. I release her hand; she reaches down behind her ass to rub my cock, while I return to playing with her nipple. I start rubbing my thumbs over them and tweaking them between my thumbs and my fingers—I’m not really pinching them because of the slippery silk—and she writhes against me. “More, Andrew,” she begs. “Give me more.”

Jenna’s dress zips down the back, so I pull my hands in to unzip it; she lets go of my cock so I can slide it over her shoulders. It pools in a puddle of silk on the floor, but she ignores it as my hands return to her now-exposed nipples. I give them a simultaneous light pinch, and she gasps and arches her back. I take advantage of the position and nibble her ear, and she moans. I roll her nipples against my thumbs and caress the undersides of her tits with my pinkies and ring fingers, and she starts to writhe. Then I turn her around and gently push her down on the bed. She falls back and sprawls across it with her legs spread wide. Her small areolae are a lustrous tawny color with just a tinge of pink. As for her pussy, even with her opaque silk panties, I can see it’s completely smooth.

Jenna looks at me, focusing on the bulge trying to **** open the zipper of my jeans, and says, “I really want you to pull out that big pussyhammer, but I shouldn’t give in to that temptation. I’m quite sure I would enjoy it far too much, and regret it later.” She rubs her pussy through her panties and continues, “I am really horny. Come eat me, baby.”

I will answer that invitation, but not yet. I’m not ready to stop teasing her. I straddle Jenna on my hands and knees, and lower my head to her chest. As I reach one hand back to stroke her leg, I fondle one of her nipples with my lips, then flick it with the tip of my tongue. She moans, and I run my hand around the front of her thigh and up almost to her pussy, then jump the gap and caress the inside of her other thigh. She starts wiggling her hips, trying to get my hand on her slit, but I keep my hand just away.

When I latch my mouth onto the other nipple and begin slowly suckling it, Jenna’s patience with me runs out. She grabs my hand on her thigh, turns it over, and presses it against her panties. I smile into her tit and cup my palm over her surprisingly puffy pubic mound. I begin massaging her mound with the heel of my hand and stroking her slit through her panties with my fingers, back to front. She moans and bucks her hips into my hand. I begin switching quickly back and forth between her nipples, and she moans louder.

Finally, I sit up and reach for her panties. Jenna lifts her hips eagerly and says breathily, “Fuck yeah, Andrew, eat that pussy. Eat that fucking pussy. Make me cum on your fucking tongue—make me cum all over your face. Make me paint your face with my juices. I am so fucking horny. Let me cum, baby. Let me cum for you.” To that encouragement, I slide her panties down over her legs. I leave the heels on because I think it’s sexy eating out a woman in heels. Then I give myself my first good look at her treasure.

In keeping with her Venus mound, Jenna’s outer lips are large and puffy. I dip a finger just inside and run it down her slit; she parts easily, and my finger comes back wet. I spread her open with my hands and bend down to run my nose through her twat and fill my mind with her fragrance. She smells spicy and lightly musky, with just a hint of sweetness. I pull back to look, and see that her pussy is the same tawny color as her areolae and nipples. Her inner lips are moderately sized and delicate; her clit is hidden under its hood. The curves of her pussy are subtle, sensual, and flawless. When I look into her eyes and say, “Your pussy is beautiful,” she has no doubt that I mean it.

I bend down to caress her lips with mine; Jenna moans, “Kiss my pussy, baby. Give me plenty of tongue,” which makes me smile. I lick her thoroughly, up and down, between her inner lips and down the outside of each of them. I tease her hot opening with a finger, running it in circles just inside the rim. “Don’t you fucking tease me,” she moans. “Stick that finger in and fuck my sweet pussy.”

I don’t do that. Instead, I bury my face in her quim and stab my tongue into her honeypot; I put my fingers to work trying to tease out her clit. Jenna gasps and arches her back, perhaps trying to drive my tongue deeper. I suck on her pussy as I work my tongue in her hot, wet depths. I savor the complexity of her spicy bittersweet juices, while the sensations make her moan. I wriggle my tongue around, curling and flexing it; I plump it up as round as my dick and pump her cunt. “Oh, fuck yeah that’s good, Andrew!” she moans. “Fuck my wet pussy with your big fucking tongue!” Since she likes it so well, I keep at that for a while; then I flatten out my tongue and lick upward, looking for her G-spot. I know I’ve found it when she lets out a strangled shriek and starts bouncing her hips off the bed.

To change things up, I pull my tongue out of her honeypot and replace it with my fingers while my mouth goes hunting for her clit. I insert two fingers, palm down, then rotate them 180° and stroke her front wall. Her G-spot isn’t obvious by feel, but it is by her reaction. “Yeah, baby—yeah, baby—FUCK yeah,” Jenna pants. “Finger me, Andrew—fuck my wet pussy—give me the finger, baby.”

She’s aroused enough now that I think I can finally see her pearl rising out of its hood. I touch it with the tip of my tongue, and she gives a startled squawk, which seems to confirm it. I tease it further with my tongue; Jenna moans, and her breathing grows erratic. When I suck it into my mouth, she starts bucking her hips, and her breathing becomes really ragged. I suckle her button rapidly and hard, twirling my tongue around it and humming the bass riff to “Under Pressure”; she screams, soft and high and wild, and her climax hits with the **** of a hurricane. Her cunt goes into rapid spasms around my fingers, which is the only thing that keeps them in as she writhes and thrashes in the throes of orgasm. I would keep sucking her clit, but she tosses me off. I keep fingering her, though, until her scream dies off and her body settles down; then I sit back on my heels between her legs.

Jenna lies on the bed in a daze, her face a picture of erotic bliss. The first time she tries to sit up, her eyes roll back and she falls back on the bed. The second time, she manages to prop herself up on her elbows and look up. “That was—” she says, still gasping for breath. “That was—that was in-fucking-credible. You played my body like an instrument; I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in my life.” Her eyes focus on my erection. “I want that big fucking cock in my pussy, like fucking now.”

“But—” I begin.

“I don’t fucking care what I said. Hard on Paul, but he’s not here and that cock is, and after what you did with your tongue, I want to see what you can do with that fuckstick. Get those fucking pants off or I will—”