Falling for Jenny

We must have walked and talked for a couple of hours. All too soon it was time for me to go back. We agreed that I couldn't swing the crisis of faith stunt too often but arranged to write to one another until the end of term, only four weeks away. I had already decided to invite myself to Andy's house for at least part of the Christmas vac and finally, as it was time for me to go, I took her hand. I looked into those amazing eyes and everything I was going to say went straight out of my head. She placed her fingertips lightly to my lips and said "Don't say anything, you don't need to. I'll see you at Christmas." I caught the hand that touched me and kissed her lightly on the forehead. She angled her face upwards and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue flicking out into my mouth. I must have moaned out loud as I hugged her to me. She wasn't much above 5'4" in her flat school shoes and I'm around six feet two. She felt like a little doll in my arms. We kissed another couple of times and then I had to go. I turned back as I hurried away up the lane towards the school and was madly pleased to catch her looking back at the same time. She raised a hand briefly in parting then spun away and broke into a run towards her waiting friends.

The rest of the term finally went by on feet of lead and then it was out of the drab confines of school into that bright technicolour world outside of parties and girls and real people. Fixing up to visit Andy was easy and I had arranged to stay for a few days over New Year. I wrote to Jenny nearly every day and she replied with the same frequency so by the time Christmas was over and it was time to go to Andy's I was beside myself with excitement. It seemed to me that I had known her forever although we had only met twice. Our correspondence was long and varied. We had poured out all our hopes and fears to each other but, surprisingly I suppose, had never got into any intimate sexual stuff. Not that my past was anything to get excited about. I was just coming up to seventeen and a half and Jenny was almost exactly a year younger that me. No time for too much of a past for two middle-class kids locked up in boarding schools for three quarters of the year.

Andy was just the kind of friend anyone could wish for. His parents had arranged a ski-ing trip to Klosters for New Year. Andy had declined, even though he loved to ski and had arranged a New Year's party. "We're short of a few girls,” he told me over the phone (we always were) "D'you think your Jenny could help?" I phoned her right away and she agreed to invite some of her friends whom, she was convinced, would love to come a party even at such short notice. "I can't believe I'll actually see you tomorrow" I told her and she laughed "In the flesh". 'God I do hope so', I thought and was off in fantasyland for the rest of the evening.

I phoned her as soon as I arrived at Andy's place and fixed up to meet her in a couple of hours. "You'll have to come here, I'm afraid. I've been going on about you so much that my sisters will kill me if they don't get to meet you." I reluctantly agreed and presented myself for inspection some two hours later. I'd manage to avoid the attentions of the school barber for the last bit of term so my hair was approaching what was to me a 'respectable'
length, just covering my ears and curling on my collar and, of course, I was not dressed in anything resembling school clothing. Neither was Jenny. She was in a ribbed sweater and mini-skirt, her lustrous hair curling about her face. It was the first time I had really been able to appreciate her figure; I'd known she was slim but that old school raincoat had hidden the truth. She was perfect. Her legs were slim and tapered to trim ankles. He waist was tiny and her breasts - well they weren't Dave's Big Tits but they were perfectly in proportion to the rest of her. I did my frog-catching-flies impersonation again. I was wearing cord Levi's, that were a lot tighter than my school-inspired flannels, topped off with a crew-neck sweater that the emphasised the width of my shoulders. From Jenny's reaction, she liked what she was seeing too.

Somehow I stumbled through meeting her family. Her sisters were also stunning-looking though they didn't compare with Jenny in my eyes. Her little brother was thirteen and gazed at me with huge eyes - he's seen me play for England Schoolboys against Wales, a match we'd won against bitter rivals - so I could do no wrong. Her father turned out to be a mild man who appeared slightly bemused to have sired three such beautiful daughters but one look at Jenny's mother should have told him the odds were quite high. Jenny was so like her mother it was uncanny. The same navy blue eyes and trim figure. For a woman in her late forties she was a knockout but I didn’t' care. I had Jenny. I think I must have been a permanent shade of scarlet throughout the ordeal - I even heard one of Jenny's sisters ask "Do you think he's always that colour?" which made me blush even more so I was really glad when Jenny rescued me with some made-up excuse about meeting friend in town.

Out in the crisp December air we walked, hand in hand, into the town. "I've missed you so much" I told her. "Silly," she replied. "We've hardly just met" but I could see she was pleased. We spent the afternoon wandering around town. I persuaded her to have her photograph taken in a portrait studio in the town. She was reluctant at first but I talked her round. I have that photo still. Reluctantly I walked her home even though it was only two or three hours before I would see her again at Andy's party.

If I'm truthful I didn't really have any idea what to expect from my first proper date with Jenny. I drove my battered old Mini over to her house to pick her up; we were to collect some of her friends as well. I only knew that as long as I was with her the world was a really OK place to be. I was inordinately proud of my car. I'd earned the money to pay for it from a labouring job during the previous summer holiday and had passed my test a couple of days after my seventeenth birthday. Tonight, however, I really wished it were an MG or a Jaguar, anything more impressive than an eight -year old mini with the rust beginning to show. Jenny didn't seem to care. She grabbed my hand and dragged me into the Lounge to meet her school friends. They suddenly didn't look like schoolgirls at all. Make up,
mini-skirts, tight sweaters. The Boys were in for a treat! I managed to squeeze all this pulchritude into the car and we took off for Andy's. We dropped those three and then Jenny and I went off somewhere else to pick up another three. We weren't going to be short of girls at this party! Most of my friends had been able to make it over for the party. Andy and Jenny lived near London as did quite a few of the others including Dave. Mark couldn't make it as he lived in Scotland and Dave was already crowing wildly about what Mark was missing.

The party was in full swing and Jenny and I danced and laughed and talked and danced some more. Couples were starting to pair off and the music was turning slow and smoochy. I was sitting in a big deep armchair with Jenny in my lap, cuddling her and nuzzling the back of her neck. Some of the guys were slightly drunk - the ones who hadn't managed to pair off - but there was an air of suppressed sexuality in the place as tentative groping escalated to passionate fumbling. "Let's go to my room,” I whispered to Jenny and we eased out of the main living room and up the stairs, anxious not to attract the attention of the drunks. I opened the door of my room, kicked out the couple groping each other on my bed and lay back, beckoning to Jenny. She put her finger to her lips and locked the door. She switched off the lamp and moved to open the curtains, letting in the pale moonlight. I lay there in silence, waiting. Jenny began to dance. Whatever music she was following was entirely in her head but she swayed and moved and spun to its subtle rhythm. I was entranced. Her clothes seem to dissolve as she danced. I cannot recall actually seeing the moment when she took anything off but there she was, suddenly nude and clad only in the silver of the moon.

I forgot to breathe, I certainly couldn't move. Jenny continued to dance just out of my reach. Her face was serene. Her lithe movements were slow and sinuous. Even writing this thirty years later, it is still the most erotic thing I have ever seen. She moved towards me. I found my voice. "You" I said " are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life." Strange to say but I was not panting with lust. I was aroused for sure; I defy a dead man not to rise at what I was seeing. Somehow there was a different quality to it. I felt huge tenderness towards her. I wanted to cover every inch of her in kisses. She slipped onto the narrow bed beside me. "My turn now, I think" she whispered and pushed me up. I couldn't compete. Not with that dance, that magic-by-moonlight. Instead I stood in front of her and stripped quickly. Once I was naked I just stood, letting her look at me. I turned a slow 360-degree circle. I didn't strike any poses, they would have looked foolish. I just let her look at my body. My cock was fully erect, I was turned on like nothing I'd ever felt before but I still had no feelings of urgency. Time was flowing around and about us but standing still here at the core, where we lived each second as an hour. "I never knew a man could be so lovely." Her voice was soft, filled with wonder and tenderness. "Come to me Paul, come to me now please!"

I moved towards the bed like a sleepwalker. The moon-shadows on her body were amazing. I have seen great art all over the world but I defy any of the world's renowned to capture that beauty. Michelangelo, Rodin, Miron, they could not have done her justice. I lay beside her and took her in my arms. I kissed her hair and her face and eyes. I found her lips and we kissed, deeply and softly. I felt huge passion but no lust. I looked at her beautiful body with genuine wonder. I was a true innocent for the first and probably the only time in my life. Her breasts were high and rounded, tipped by nipples of silver in the moonlight. Her hips flared sweetly from her tiny waist and her stomach was a flat plain broken only by the brief thicket at the junction of her slender thighs.

I lay propped on one elbow, drinking in her beauty and softly stroking the silken-silvered flesh. I kissed her breasts and received a breathy sigh in response. I don't know why or how but I was in a totally relaxed state of extreme arousal. I trailed kisses down her chest and over her stomach towards that sweet bush. She had a little mole just on the inside of her left hipbone and I kissed it gratefully, the one flaw that rendered her truly perfect. Her legs had fallen open as I had travelled down and I could now smell the sweet female scent of her. I hadn't ever done this before but instinct guided me to kiss the swelling lips and the soft cushion of her mound. I dipped my tongue into the shadowed valley and was greeted by the sweet moistness of her. I trailed slow kisses and lingering licks up and back and she rewarded me with little gasps and sighs and her hips started moving to first match and then exceed my rhythm. Suddenly her body tensed and she gave a sharp little cry and I felt a fluttering around my tongue like the beating wings of a humming bird.

She relaxed back with a contented "Oh!!!!" I was in heaven. I had just given a girl an orgasm for the first time in my life and was feeling like I invented them! I trailed kisses back up her body and she pulled me on top of her. "Now make me a woman,” she said in a fierce whisper and I eased into her wetness as she rose to meet me. I felt only the slightest resistance and she winced slightly and then I was through. I felt as if I was melting into her, that the two of us were flowing into one super-being that transcended time and space and dwelt in some other, unknown dimension where only we and the moonlight could ever go.

We moved to the moon's tidal beat, ebb and flow, the oldest rhythm in the Universe. The heat was building in us now and her hips pumped back at me with more urgency. The serenity was replaced by need, an urgent drive for fulfilment. With a huge convulsion she lifted me bodily off the bed and I felt that fluttering sensation again, this time around the base of my cock. I was still just about with it enough to pull out and sent my seed spurting across her sprawled body in wave after wave of silvery pearls. She pulled me back on her top of her and kissed me hard. "That was the greatest thing ever, since time began" she said, her voice like a song in my ears. I nodded dumbly. I had no words left. We cuddled like that for hours. We didn’t need to do it again that night. Had we done so she might have been sore and then pain would have usurped the incredible pleasure in both of our memories.

Much later I had to round up all the girls and take them to their respective homes. We had not been missed downstairs. In real time we were barely gone an hour and a half. Jenny acted as my guide on the ferry trips so I took her home last. I walked her to her door, arranging to meet tomorrow (really later that day). We stared at each other. The moon had gone now and the harsher light of streetlamps glared wanly down at us. Simultaneously we started to speak. “I know this sounds silly..." "I know you won't believe me but...” We paused. Then, together again, the words tumbled out "I love you".

That was nearly thirty years ago now. I'm glad to tell you all, however, that when the moon is full and streams into our bedroom, Jenny still dances for me and we still go to that other dimension - again and again and again.