Part 3

Jenny Brown woke up that morning and almost leaped out of bed. Her excitement could not be contained, for today was to be the big day, as she thought of it in her mind. It had been so many weeks-- maybe even months-- since she had gotten to spend an entire day alone together with her boyfriend, but finally, this was to be the day. She slept nude, and thus awoke in the same state. As she lived alone, and so there would be no point to such a thing, she rarely bothered to put on a robe as she made the short walk from her bedroom to the bathroom. While exiting her bedroom, she caught sight of her nude form in the full-length mirror hanging near her door. She wasn't terribly attractive, but she was cute-- even more so because she didn't know just how cute she was. Her body was nothing fit for hanging on a poster, but it was lithe and trim, and her breasts, though very small, had that certain round quality that seemed to make them defy gravity. She cupped them in her hands and pushed them up a bit, smiling to herself. She knew that she wasn't much to look at, but she knew how to make do with what she had, and that had won her more than a few admirers over the course of her short life. Jenny wasn't what one would call a slut, but she was definitely not to be taken as frigid... or even normal. Her early days of sexuality were filled with a great deal of exploring, as she learned, sometimes the hard way, all about what did what and where. As her teenage years drew to a close, she calmed somewhat, as raging teenage hormones subsided giving way to a more sensible outlook on life. Still, Jenny enjoyed sex, and saw no need to deprive herself of the things she enjoyed. Still, she was never really the type who enjoyed "sleeping around" particularly much, and in this day and age of AIDS where one night can destroy your life 10 years later, it was dangerous, as well. This is why she was so happy when she met Jason. Here was someone who appealed to both her high-minded desires-- being intelligent, clever, and able to carry on a conversation about nearly anything-- as well as her more base desires, seeing as he always seemed to be ready when she was, and had no shortage of clever tricks in bed, either. Jenny showered, and slipped into a tight halter top and some short shorts, for the dual purpose of keeping cool on this warm day, and possibly warming things up with Jason, as well. The plan was that they were going for a picnic, and somewhere nice and secluded at that, just in case something were to happen. Jenny, of course, was all for something happening. Jason, too, knew the importance of keeping cool, and he wore shorts as well, as well as a tight t-shirt with short sleeves that showed off his strong, tan arms; and perhaps even gave a glimpse of what was beneath, as it did tend to fit his form well. He ran a comb quickly through his hair as he examined himself in the mirror. He wanted to look good, not because they were going anywhere particularly fancy, but for the reason that they were NOT going anywhere particularly fancy. Jenny had selected a place quite remote for a reason, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what that reason was. Just before noon, Jason arrived at Jenny's house, and they looked approvingly at each other's choice of clothing, smiling a bit outwardly and quite a bit more, and quite a bit more deviously as well, on the inside. The drive up was filled with idle chitchat about work and life, about how they had waited far too long for a chance to spend some time together, and other miscellaneous banter. They made their way to the isolated clearing which they had chosen for the site of their little picnic. There was nothing around except for tall trees, green grass; and of course, a small picnic table. The only signs of life were birds chirping softly in the distance, and even if they did see anything out of the ordinary, they lacked the means to discuss it. Therefore, Jenny and Jason thought themselves quite safe no matter what activities they chose to pursue on this fine day. Firstly, of course, there was their lunch, which they ate quickly, again engaging in idle chatter. Jason's eyes kept wandering across Jenny's body, though her breasts were small, she was far from flat, and her choice of shirt highlighted them perfect. For her part, Jenny took a glance at Jason's chest as well, the tight t-shirt he wore all but revealing totally his muscle tone to her. This of course went up to his strong arms, and then back down to his fat stomach, and then finally all the way up his body where their eyes met. Jason smiled winningly and asked her what she was thinking about-- not that he didn't already know-- but, in the spirit of being coy, Jenny answered with her body, not with her words. Her spoken reply was a simple, "Nothing," but the look in her eyes and her playful smile gave away her true intentions. At the same time, as though this was choreographed, each one stood, setting their half-eaten sandwiches aside with their minds on a different taste. They walked around the table, and it took nothing more than a provocative moistening of the lips to propel them into each other's arms, kissing passionately. The table was, by lucky chance or perhaps by design, mostly clear, enabling Jenny to easily nudge Jason onto his back on the table. He raised his arms and was soon out of his shirt, Jenny running her hands down his chest in between eager kisses. Her hands continued their journey downward, working with his pants while her tongue eagerly darted into his mouth, his doing the same to hers. Jenny had separated Jason from his pants many times, and so the process went quite quickly. At the same time, Jason began to untie the little strap of Jenny's halter top, and helped her out of it soon enough-- Jason was no stranger to removing Jenny's clothes, either. Jenny drew closer to him, both of them smiling a bit upon his discovery that Jenny wasn't wearing a bra. He started kissing her neck, slowly and carefully all the way down, sending chills up her spine. These tender kisses continued all the way down her chest, until her arrived at her tiny but pert breasts. He kissed them softly, sending yet more chills up her spine as he took her nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on each until it grew hard. Jenny, meanwhile, had skillfully removed Jason's pants, and her body pressed against him, grinding softly against him while her hands caressed up and down his back. As he sucked on her breasts, Jenny moved more and more forward, this was to make it easier for him both to remove her pants, which he was now about to do, and to suck on her breasts, which he was doing already. Soon she was nearly on top of him, a position objectionable to neither. His hands caressed her soft, round ass as he slid off the short shorts. Jenny kicked them away, and only the thin layers of their underwear separated them now. Grinding against him yet again, and even harder this time, feeling a tingle in her flesh below even through the panties, she propped herself up on her hands, presenting in the most accessible way possible her luscious breasts for Jason's eager tongue. Soon, his tongue would have a target even more delicious than her breasts, for Jenny slid out of her soft panties, casting them away to join her shorts, and turned herself around, teasing Jason with her sweet scent before immersing him in her wonderful taste. Jason lapped away at Jenny, while she moaned and squirmed on his face, her tasty and tangy juice coating his tongue with every exploratory thrust into her warm womanhood. For her part, she deftly removed his underwear with no less skill than she had deprived him of his pants before, and after a few tentative and yet teasing strokes to prepare them both for what was to follow, she lowered her head, nearly swallowing him whole. Jason gasped into her with sheer delight from the sudden and yet expected move by Jenny. Jenny's tongue darted up and down, leaving no part of Jason's throbbing manhood untouched, no part of him left neglected by her oral ministrations. Jason, too, was not neglecting Jenny at all, sucking and licking on her moisture amid squirms and muffled gasps. Jenny's skillful tongue-work could inspire Jason to greater things, and he returned it with equal skill to the lovely pink lips pressing against his own, dripping their nectar as fast as he could lap it up. Jenny closed her eyes and swallowed Jason fully into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down faster and faster as she pumped him in and out of her mouth, the lips on her face making a tight ring around his thick shaft to enhance his pleasure while the lips down below also enhanced his pleasure by filling his mouth with their wonderful syrup. Her squirms and gasps grew quicker and less coherent, he knew she was getting close, so he aided her in reaching this point by sucking lightly on her aching flower, all the while still drinking in her juice. His mouth and tongue slurped away against her, each motion sending waves of pleasure up her body. The waves grew and grew, until they crashed upon her, sending an explosion of nectar from down below while her entire body shook with sheer delight. She could not contain her moaning, and muffled as it was due to her full mouth, it was still quite loud. The orgasm set her entire body shaking and convulsing with pleasure. Her thrashing and moaning soon sent Jason over the edge as well, and his moans of delight joined hers as he filled her mouth in the same way that she had filled his. Both of them swallowed the other's juices eagerly, each one producing such an explosion that it would seem the other could never drink it down, and yet the other always did. Jenny came down from her heights of pleasure some time later, still gasping, pulling her sensitive mound off of his face and turning to face him. He gasped one final time as well, his shaking subsiding slowly. "Oh.. wow... Melissa...that was great..." he gasped. Jenny's facial reaction was instantaneous, as was that of her body; she seemed to be a blur as her entire manner changed, climbing quickly off of him and turning around to cover herself as though he were a stranger and not her lover-- for, at this moment, he was a stranger to her. "Melissa?" was all she said.