1. Sweet Dreams Are Made of This Ch. 01


    Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: True Story, Author: JoeBlogs616, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    she'd said it. The week that followed was like a drug-induced dream sequence. Not only did they hit it off on the first date, but Jenny couldn't seem to get enough of his presence, and had an idea for something new each evening. After a bite out, it was the Solarium one night, a movie the next, a fancy dinner, she kept coming up with stuff. He was baffled to find himself agreeing to go to play lasertag with her. Andrea would probably have kicked him in the teeth for suggesting something like that. And all that time together, it might have been tedious with anyone else, but Jenny was genuinely _fun_ to be around, making stuff he ordinarily would have disliked or been bored shitless by, an entertaining experience. She came off as naïve one moment, dropping an incredibly dirty joke the next. Bright and cheery, she exuded charm and personality the way her sister seemed to radiate intelligence and wit. You couldn't call her bubbly or vapid, like some sort of stereotypical dizzy blonde, because she was better than that, smart enough to hold her own in conversation if chatter strayed in that direction. Still, she was one of those people who lived in the moment, taking everything life had to offer. She'd even convinced him to go dancing, practically dragging him to the club, though he'd desperately attempted to convince her that he had no idea how, and probably didn't have the dexterity to pull it off. Yet here he was, bouncing around to a beat by some hip hop star he'd never heard ...
    of, throwing his hands up in the air like he just didn't care. God almighty. The blonde danced, and kissed, and danced some more like it was going out of style. That's how it was with Jenny – a virtual roller-coaster ride, free-wheeling straight up one hill and screaming down into the next valley. A corner of him nursed a grudge, wondering why he'd wasted so much time when there were women like this. Women, yeah: no matter how girlish or immature Jenny acted, everything about her was every bit her age, just cast in sunshine shadows. Like paradox, except it worked for her. As the evening wound down, melting into what seemed to him a clumsy slow dance, Jenny nestled into his shoulder, whispering flirtatiously into his ear, "Y'know, I'm still a virgin. Want to pop my cherry?" Startled, caught completely off-guard, he blurted out, "Bullshit!" It seemed inevitable that the topic of sex would come 'round with her, as she'd dropped more than a few hints, but he knew that she'd have to make the first move. Jenny was great, and he didn't want to train-wreck what was turning out to be an outstanding friendship just for a single night. Oh sure, he wanted her – she always wore clothing that accentuated her curvy figure spectacularly, shirts that showed off her large breasts, jeans or skirts that hugged her hips, and she possessed an undercurrent of sexuality that he felt sure indicated far more experience than he had. Virgin? No way. Pulling back, she glared up at him, her eyes seeming to ...
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