Jenny_(3)

Jenny
By
Gail Holmes


“For God’s sake, I just wish I had your gift to look younger than my age, you really don’t know how lucky you are”
“But Mum, I can’t even go into a pub, they always ask for some form of ID, it’s so embarrassing when I’m with my friends. Even boy’s frown upon me, other of my friends have boyfriends, I feel more like the kid sister!”
“Kid sister my arse, to hell with the boy’s anyway you’ve stacks of time for them later. Go out and have some fun. With your beauty you’ll have no problem with boy’s”
“But there is a problem, I’m 18, they treat me as if I’m a fourteen year old, even tell me I look fourteen. I hate makeup; all that paint. Who wants to go out with a girl that looks as if she’d walked out of the school gates?”
As the doorbell rang Jenny ran upstairs, leaving her mother to answer the door.
“Is Jenny in Mrs Morgan?” It was Brenda, Jenny’s friend from work.
“Come in my Dear, she’ll be but a few moments, she’s gone up to her room, first door on the left” Jenny’s mother pointed up the stairway. “Go up if you like!”
Brenda was just turned 19, both Jenny and her had been a friend since school days, they’d even started work together for the same law firm.
“So are you ready then?” Brenda asked with a grin as she put her head around the door.
Jenny was standing in front of the wardrobe in her bra and panties, a trimmer figure a girl couldn’t have wished for, although petite 32-24-34, long legs, and blessed with the silkiest of long blonde hair right down to the middle of her back. However, having such an angelic face, people couldn’t believe she was the age she was. She pulled a dress from the rail holding it up towards Brenda.
“What do you think?” She asked, pulling it up to herself.
“You’ll have them raving!” Brenda smiled.
“I wish!” Jenny put it back onto the rail, and looked back to Brenda. “Come on, what can I wear that will make me look older and sexier, I need a man! Not a bloody schoolboy”
Brenda walked over to the wardrobe and stood beside her, looking in at the array of garments before her.
“This!” Brenda said with a broad grim on her face.
Jenny took the garment from her holding it up to her body, and then looked down it, with a smile.
“You really are joking! I haven’t worn this in three years; look it’s above my knees”
“You want to pull; dress like you do! Only make the right choice.” Brenda spread the dress across to Jenny’s shoulders; and stood back viewing her from a distance. “With this on, you’ll make a kill!”
“For Christ’s sake! I’ll have to stand all night”
“To pull, just sit, believe me they’ll be around you like bees around a honey pot. But make sure you have classer panties than that on than those things!”
Jenny looked down at her panties, placing her hand onto her tummy as if to hold it in, when there was no need.
“But they’re brand new, nice white cotton. First time I have worn them!”
“Let’s see what’s in your panty draw, I’m sure you have something more appropriate and to go with the dress”
Brenda walked to the bedside cabinet, easing open the top draw, then thumbing though the neat piles of panties there in. Finally she pulled out a pair of light green silk panties with lace at the front, holding them in front of her she spread the gusset, surveying the pattern of lace at the front.
“Now then…these are pretty and would be perfect…but no bra, you don’t need one!”
“No bra?”
“Jenny, looked at the top of the dress and it’s shape”
“You can’t wear a bra under that, it would show for a start!” Brenda smiled
“That’s not all that I’d would show!”
“Jenny, I remember at one time you’d push them out for all to see, and they we’re only weenie bee stings at the time”
Both girls sat back on to the bed and laughed, at memories of old.
“Christ, we we’re only knee high to a grass hoppers then.” Jenny brought her hands up to her mouth covering it as she spoke. “God what days they were, d’you remember my mum always making me wear those saggy jumpers and Dad telling her to let me be. And then telling her I would put her to shame one day”
Jenny looked down at her petite breasts, cupping them into her hands, and lifting them.
“Well, I haven’t caught up with her yet!” She grinned.
“Come on get dressed, or half the evening will be gone” Brenda took the dress and handed the panties to Jenny. “Don’t forget the bra…here turn around I’ll undo it for you”
“Surely to God you’re not going out dressed like that are you?” Jenny’s mother was at the foot of the stairs as she descended, her father had just come into the hallway, looking up to see as to what was a miss.
For moments he said nothing, taking in the full impact of the view before him, it defiantly was a sight for sore eyes, he’s eye’s we’re glued up under her dress, the dress pushed her breasts outwards and upwards. His daughter was a woman, never had he realised she was such a beauty. His own loin throbbed at the sight.
“Leave her be Mill; She’s eighteen for Christ’s sake, give her space! You’re out of it as far as fashion is concerned; let her have her fun”
“Fun, she’ll have every dog on heat after her!”
Her father stood looking through the banisters as she descended the stairway, almost sensing the aroma of her pussy in his nasals from the elegant silk lacy panties beneath her dress. He knew he’d fuck her having half the chance.
All the three friends met in the bar of their choice, as Jenny had said she was frightened to sit down for fear of revealing too much. She’d cause quite a stir as she entered the bar. Mind you the short dress had made her legs look longer, and she appeared to look older but not that much, but many had noticed her.
“So take your pick!” Brenda smiled handing Jenny her glass. “The choice is yours, not that you have that much choice”
Brenda looked around the bar; most, she wouldn’t have given houseroom. She knew that Jenny wanted to lose her virginity, but it had to be someone who knew what they were doing, not just any Tom, Dick or Harry.
“I think it would be better for her to have it done clinically” Cindy implied with a silly grin “Look at this lot, I mean, I wouldn’t want any of them near me, they’ve virtually got their tongues out for it!”
“Clinically!” Jenny laughed, “I didn’t know they did such things”
“Well it would be better than one of these ploughing into your body. Shouldn’t have come here really; thought it would be a bit upmarket, but it’s a let down as far as fella’s are concerned. Come on drink up; we’ll go up Spruces better clientele there!” Brenda lifted her glass as she spoke.
Jenny couldn’t remember causing so much attraction, all eye’s followed her as they left the bar. Spruces really was an up market place, however it was mainly business men looking for a goodnight out, but Jenny wanted some one genuine who’d look after a girl.
The three walk in; making for a table, very soon a waiter came to assist they’re needs, leaving with a smile on his face.
See anything you fancy” Elaine inquired looking around the bar area.
Brenda looked towards Jenny with a broad grin on her face.
“Well!” She quizzed.
“The guy on his own at the bar, he looks dishy!” Jenny smiled to her friends.
“Fine, but he’s old enough to be your Dad!” Elaine laughed.
“Leave her be! I’ve heard the older men are better, know what a girl needs so to speak” Brenda grinned.
“So where do we go from here then, I’m not going over and chatting to him if that’s what you think. How do I get him to come over here?” Jenny asked her friends.
“I’ll go over to the bar and get some more drinks, and ask him if he’ll join us!” Brenda smiled.
“Just like that?” Jenny quizzed.
“No not quite like that…what I want you to do is to sit down…show him those nice lacy panties of yours when he looks back over here!”
“Brenda! I can’t do that; I mean it’s un-lady-like isn’t it!”
“If you had your way it will take all night! No need to make it to obvious, just enough that he can see up under your dress…but don’t look at him, once he sees that he’ll be over here like a shot out of a gun. And, you may depend he’ll sit right down opposite you”
“Open my legs; that’s asking for trouble surely?” Jenny laughed.
“I thought that’s what you wanted?” Brenda smiled. “Are you up for it then?”
“Well Ok, but I hope you know what you doing!”
“You fancy him…right?”
Jenny looked to both her friends and then replied with a girlish grin on her face.
“I fancy him, go on let’s get the ball rolling then!”
Brenda got up from the table collecting the three glasses and headed for the bar.
“Are you sure she knows what she’s doing?” Jenny asked Elaine.
“Don’t be such a wimp! Open your legs just a smidgen, you’ll see, he’ll be over here. For a closer look at you if nothing else, you could be on a winner there. God…you’re right he is quite dishy, open your legs his looking this way!”
Jenny opened her legs slightly without turning towards the bar, and continued to talk to Elaine.
“He’s noticed…and he’s getting up from his stool. You’re in luck Jenny, now chat about anything when he sits down!”
“This is Elaine…and my friend Jenny” Brenda said as she came back to the table.