Jenny's place

“Welcome, to my humble abode!”

I laughed and twirled as I invited Grace into ‘my’ brownstone apartment, confidently experiencing a home I’d never visited as though I really was the girl who lived here. Turning and wandering around, I had the weirdest sensation of familiarity with the nick-knacks and decorations Jenny had spread around the place, seeing them at once through the familiar haze of her memories, and for the first time.

There were photos of hanging out with Aaron and friends I hadn’t met yet on a big pinboard, and fridge magnets from Warsaw, Casablanca, Madrid. It seemed Jenny had traveled around, and as I examined each one vivid memories of skateboarding in Warsaw with some friends, taking photos around Casablanca on an old film camera and partying the night away at a rock club in Madrid came to me.

These memories are so exciting… Jenny really seems like a cool girl.

I thought back to the confident, self-assured way Jenny had done her presentation, and then the affectionate curiosity she’d been so keen to extend to me when I was inside Grace just after. There was a level of rebelliousness Jenny seemed to embody, one that wasn’t edgy for its own sake, but rather served as a re-affirmation of her core beliefs, and a dedication to living her life authentically, and in the moment.

I really got lucky finding her. She’ll be a really good friend for Grace…

“Wow, there’s so much character in this apartment. Did you make this?”

Grace’s soft voice broke me out of my reverie, as I turned to see her gesturing at a painting in the corner. I wandered over, seeing the messy wide brush-strokes in shades of red, orange and splashes of teal. I laughed to myself as Jenny’s memories of painting it came to me; to an outside observer, this painting appeared perhaps to be some kind of modern art piece, one endlessly open to interpretation, and so thusly as deep or as shallow as the meaning the appreciator assigned to it.

“Why, yes, of course. What do you see in my brushstrokes?”

I puffed out my stolen chest, as I took pride in artwork I hadn’t done.

“Mhmm, I guess, ehm. I see paint?”

“Ahh, Grace, how naïve you are! Look closer, can’t you see the swirling chaos of the paint is a metaphor for the chaos of our modern times? And again, look at the fiery colors, like a funeral pyre, or the incineration of a body. Clearly this represents the **** of our society and freedoms at the hands of late-stage capitalism.”

I nodded sagely, while Grace gave me an utterly skeptical look, before we both burst out laughing. Grace, me and even Jenny’s memories knew this painting was just a mess she’d thrown together, although I did find myself virtually patting myself on the back for trying to make it sound deeper than it was.

“You could have at least tried to appreciate the art??”

“Why waste my time looking at this painting when there’s a real masterpiece right in front of me?”

“W-w-what??”

If I’d been drinking water, I certainly would have spat it out in shock. Grace’s quiet voice and the bashful way she rocked a little side to side, her head cocked slightly, was so disarmingly beguiling; such an utterly smooth comment hitting like a romantic WMD.

“You heard me, Jenny~”

She stepped closer, a blush all over my cheeks as I let her come into my space.

“G-Grace… you’re so confident…”

She seemed to falter just a little, the specter of her classic nerves being seen for just a moment, and I relaxed slightly as I became aware of the internal struggle she was still going through as she tried to be so forthright.

“Y-yeah, well… I guess, after singing in front of you and Aaron. The real me singing, that is… I’m feeling really good, and brave, and, and, like I can take a little more of a lead than normal.”

Well, I guess she’s not totally different from before…

She smiled sweetly up at me, her shy eyes darting to the side before she was able to look at me properly.

“And if I can be brave enough to sing in front of people, I can definitely be brave enough to kiss my girlfriend.”

Grace stepped closer to me, resting her gentle hand on my cheek, before leaning in and kissing me. I felt her soft lips rub against my own, the warmth inside her mouth as my tongue slipped inside. We came together, never breaking the kiss. I was shorter than Grace now, and I found my head tilted just a little upwards as we kissed, my arms on her shoulders and wrapped around her neck as hers pressed me into her body.

Oh my God… her breasts are so plush.

It always felt amazing, the constriction of Grace’s bust against my chest, but somehow it was even more pleasurable on Jenny’s. The small boobs I now possessed squeezed into Grace’s much more indulgent ones, our hardening nipples pressing into each other’s soft skin. Time seemed to blur as we kissed, our tongues sometimes being gentle and other times being rough, as they sent their exploratory motions through each other’s mouths.

After what could have been minutes or hours, we broke the kiss, dazed and dreamy smiles on our faces. We kept them close, perspective a little unfocused for being too near for our eyes to adjust, as if we were each other’s life-giving campfire on a frozen plain.

“I really… I really love kissing you.”

Grace whispered it, a smile like pure loving gratitude to even be in this moment lighting up the small inches between us.

“Hey… you haven’t seen the bedroom yet.”

I loved the way Jenny’s voice sounded leaving my lips, my teasing tone being so much more persuasive and enjoyable when spoken with a girl’s mouth. I gently pulled Grace along behind me, walking us into Jenny’s room. Her double bed sat unmade with classic cream sheets messy on the mattress, while framed posters from her favorite artists and bands adorned the mainly exposed brick walls where it was possible to do so.

I caught myself staring at the décor appreciatively, checking out the potted cacti and other cute, mini-plants that adorned the window sill, before I felt a push from behind.

“Grace!”

I bounced on the bed, face first, before I felt her voluptuous form lie on top of me. Feeling the constriction of her soft, curvy body, and the feeling of her weight pressing me into the mattress… it made me feel really, really good.

“You were taking too long! Stop checking out Jenny’s plants.”

I could hear the pout on her face just from the way her voice sounded, and despite myself I laughed into the covers.

“Okay, okay! Sorry. I’ll be sure to give you all my attention for the rest of the night. Will that make you happy babe?”

I squirmed around, Grace lifting herself up so I could turn and face her with my back on the bed, before she tumbled back down on top of me.

“…yes…”

She’s so adorable when she acts bashful like this, OMG…

I let out a frustrated little squeal, barely able to contain how attracted I was to Grace seeing her act so innocently affectionate with just the hint of a brat. I wrapped my legs around her and pulled her tight to my body, grabbing her boobs softly.

She squealed at the unexpected touches, and even in their bra they were hanging down onto me. I ran my fingers over their soft surface, teasing just a little, before I stopped.