After school at Jen’s house

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Wendy and Jen exchanged a knowing glance. The weight of their earlier conversation lingered between them, a silent understanding that their discussion was far from over. They walked side by side through the bustling hallway, their footsteps synchronized as they navigated the crowd of students rushing to their lockers. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, casting long shadows that stretched and shifted as they moved. Outside, the crisp air carried the faint scent of blooming flowers, a stark contrast to the charged tension between them. Without a word, they turned onto the familiar path that led to Jen's house, the unspoken promise of continuing their talk hanging in the air like a challenge. The world around them seemed to fade as they approached the cozy two-story house, its front porch adorned with vibrant spring flowers. Jen pushed open the creaky gate, her hand brushing against Wendy's as she gestured for her to go first. The touch sent a subtle shiver down Wendy's spine, a reminder of the newfound intimacy they shared. As they stepped onto the porch, the wooden boards beneath their feet groaned softly, echoing the quiet anticipation building inside them. The front door swung open, revealing the warm, inviting glow of the living room, where their conversation would continue in the safety of Jen's home.

As they settled into Jen's room, the soft hum of the heater filled the space, creating a cocoon of warmth and privacy. Jen flopped onto her bed, patting the spot beside her for Wendy, who hesitated for a moment before sitting down. The mattress dipped slightly under their combined weight, and the faint scent of lavender from Jen's sheets mingled with the charged air between them. "So, about Craig," Jen began, her voice low and conspiratorial, her fingers tracing the edge of the comforter. Wendy's eyes met hers, anticipation flickering in their depths. "It was last summer," Jen continued, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "We were at his house, and his parents were out. It was... unexpected." She paused, glancing at Wendy, who leaned in, her breath held. "He didn't last long," Jen admitted, a laugh bubbling up in her throat. "But the way he looked at me afterward... like I was the only person in the world." The memory seemed to hover between them, a tangible connection to their shared experiences. Wendy's cheeks flushed, her mind racing with parallels to her own night with Joe.

Wendy's curiosity got the better of her, and she leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "How did you... you know, do it?" she asked, her cheeks flushing at the directness of her question. Jen's eyes met hers, a knowing glint in them, and she smiled softly. "It's not rocket science," Jen began, her tone reassuring, "but it's definitely about paying attention to how he reacts." She paused, glancing around the room as if ensuring they were truly alone, before continuing. "Just remember, it's all about the rhythm and pressure. Everyone's different, so you'll have to feel your way through it." Wendy nodded, her mind racing with the information, her hands fidgeting slightly with the edge of the comforter. Jen reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Wendy's arm, her touch warm and steady. "You'll be fine," she said, her voice filled with confidence. "Just relax and go with it." The words hung in the air, a silent understanding passing between them, as they sat there, the only sound the quiet hum of the heater and their synchronized breathing.

Jen's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in closer to Wendy, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I have an idea," she said, her words barely audible over the hum of the heater. "Why don't you watch me give Craig a blowjob? You can hide in the closet." Wendy's heart skipped a beat as she processed the suggestion, her cheeks flushing at the audacity of the idea. She glanced around the room, as if ensuring they were truly alone, before meeting Jen's gaze again. The air seemed to thicken with anticipation as Wendy nodded, her mind racing with the implications of what they were about to do. Jen smiled, a sly grin spreading across her face, and she reached out to take Wendy's hand, leading her toward the closet. The soft creak of the closet door echoed through the room as Jen pushed it open, gesturing for Wendy to step inside. The darkness enveloped Wendy as she positioned herself behind the clothes, her breath quickening in anticipation. Jen closed the door behind her, the sound of her footsteps fading as she left the closet. The room fell silent, the only sound the quiet hum of the heater and Wendy's own rapid breathing. She waited, her heart pounding in her chest, as the minutes ticked by, each second stretching into an eternity. Then, the sound of the bedroom door opening broke the silence, followed by the muffled voices of Jen and Craig as they entered the room. Wendy's grip on the closet door tightened as she prepared to witness what Jen had promised. The tension in the air was palpable, and Wendy could feel her own excitement mingling with the nervous energy as she waited for the moment to come.