When she first woke up with a warmth and a softness pressing to her body from behind...Jenny was, admittedly, very confused.
It wasn't the sunlight coming in from morning window -
that
was warming her face and her
front
!
Jenny rolled over, feeling the figure, feeling steady, hot breaths on her nose, not a few inches from it. The memories came back to her then. Embarrassing, horrifying, joyous - utterly exciting!
Oh my gosh I actually did that! I did all of that! With a guy!
I let a guy put his face in my- and his DICK IN MY-
!
Jenny squirmed her way out of her bed, out of those arms around her middle, and she hopped to her feet and snatched up her watch. She snapped it to her wrist and went to her closet; she grabbed the first pieces of clothing she touched, taking out the pins and not even caring what they identified them as (blue tank top? Who cared! Black exercise shorts? Who cared!).
She pulled on the tank top over her head, and pulled up the pair of simple sheer shorts over her legs! She brushed locks of hair from her face and hurried from her room, hand gliding along the wall as she swiftly navigated out into her living room.
She went to the front door and pulled it open, allowing the full summer's morning sun to hit her body. The warm breeze of slight wind to carry the heat, swirling it around her. She stepped out, yanked that door shut behind herself - then, she strode out across her own lawn of wet grass and sat her butt down in it.
Jenny sat back on her hands, drawing her knees up and tilting her head back. Her chest shook as laughter escaped her, vibrating in her throat and bursting free of her lips! This continued until her sides started hurting. After regaining control over herself, she fell back into the grass, putting hands under her head and blowing out a long woosh of air.
I can't believe I did that!
the thought came to her again, roaring like an airplane overhead. Jenny frowned at herself, as another part of her chimed in with a much more mortified version of the thought:
Ooooh, I can't believe I did that...why did I do that...? Mom's going to be either really happy for me, or really disappointed! I barely know Mark; it's only been a month since I even met him! We went on two dates! That had to be too soon to take him to bed! But I did anyway! Did I
just
want to take him to bed?
Surely not, Jenny told herself firmly! If that was the case, she would have had sex with him on the
first
date, the first
night
! But she hadn't; she hadn't done anything wrong, had she? It hadn't been stupid, or impulsive, or dumb, or...
Oh my gosh why.
Jenny put her hand over her face and started absently plucking up blades of grass. Twisting them, bending them in two - curling them around her fingers, between them in figure eights. They were particularly long, she noted; she would have to mow it again soon.
Jenny stood, sighing and twisting her hands as she went back inside her house.
She entered her living room and went right for her Braille TTY device. She checked the cord for her phone, made sure it was all still connected, and sat down at the desk in front of her window. She entered her mom's phone number and hit connect on the call. And she waited. Though, she didn't need to wait too long - her mom was always fast to pick up for her.
The keys began to move under her gliding fingers.
Mom:
Good morning. How did your date with Mark go?
Jenny replied immediately:
We had sex!
An instant reply that almost cut Jenny's off:
Did you enjoy it? Was he good to you?
Jenny:
I loved it! He was good.
Mom:
Okay - I'm happy for you. And were you good to him?
Jenny:
I hope I was! We haven't talked about it yet. I don't think he's even up yet.
Mom:
You should talk to him. It's always good to talk - it's important.
Jenny:
Ok. Bye, then, mom. I love you.
Mom:
I love you too.
Jenny ended the call and immediately bent over to retrieve the secondary keyboard - plugged it into the display and set it along the right side of the desk. She stood up and went into the kitchen, grabbing another chair and dragging it into the living room; she set it up on the side of the desk (banging it against the desk itself by accident in the process).
Vibrations rolled through her house, closer and stronger.
A smell wafted, and a finger tapped her shoulder.
Jenny turned, flashing a smile and reaching to grab that hand. She tapped at the side of the desk, where the other chair was. Jenny waited for Mark to sit, then she shifted the display a little more toward him before replacing her fingers on the Braille keyboard of hers. She forced her lungs to make laughter and did some exaggerated typing motions with her fingers, nodding in his direction.
The motions came after a moment, hesitant, slow. A long pause, and then again, more confidently and quickly.
Mark: This is neat. We can just talk like this?
Jenny: Yes. It's faster and easier than POP.
Mark: It is. This is how we talked over the phone? The TTY mode?
Jenny: Yup. It also works for face-to-face communication. I don't use it too much, besides phone talks, though. Is the digital display working for you? The letters look fine to you?
Mark: They do. It's great. It all looks like it works.
Jenny: Good. I want to talk to you about last night.
Mark: We probably should talk about it, yeah. Did you have fun? Was it okay? I didn't ever hurt you did I? Or even just make you uncomfortable?
Jenny: No, never! I loved it. It was very fun! It felt good, it made me happy. I just can't believe I even did it at all.
Mark: Was that your first time? Just curious.
Jenny: It was.
Mark: I figured.
Jenny: Why?
Mark: You really didn't seem to know what you were doing with yourself. It was really cute! I was happy to help you out though.
Jenny: You were cute too, you know! Did you have fun too?
Mark: I had lots of fun, yeah. Thanks for last night.
Jenny: Do you want to do it again?
Mark: Now?
