I didn't hear from Jenni for over a week after the front door slammed shut at her mom's house. I realized that I missed her; we'd been talking daily for months.
From a romantic point of view she wasn't my typical type. I'd always been attracted to petite brunettes with subtle curves and pretty hair framing a pretty face.
Jenni had an old-fashioned look about her, like the women you see in photos taken on the frontier in the 19th century. She would look right at home in one of those old hoop skirts and a frilly linen blouse, hair tied back, wearing a bonnet.
That's not to say Jenni wasn't attractive. However, her blonde hair and her ample curves were both attributes that I usually looked right past.
Once you got to know her though, there were plenty of things about Jenni to be attracted to. She was very creative. She loved music, literature, art, and cooking. Her tastes ranged from Beethoven to The Beatles to Bow Wow; from Jane Austin to Isaac Asimov to Haruki Murakami. She loved to paint, and was also a student at the local glass blowing foundry. Her baking was often featured at the coffee shop. Once I'd learned those things I developed a fondness for her. I became more fond of her physical appearance as well.
One of the main reasons she was overjoyed about going to Japan was that she planned on taking a side trip to visit studios that produce Manga. That helped to explain why, once she landed in Japan, she simply stopped texting. She also had an ADD aspect to her attention span. As a pretty new flower came into view, she forgot all about the last pretty flower. It did feel odd though, to just have her vanish from my life.
Sunday morning, after she'd been gone over a week, my phone went off at 6:30 with Jenni's text tone. I was awake, and just about ready to get up anyway. I picked up the phone and found a twelve second video waiting for me, with her smiling face.
In her video she looked happy and excited. "Hi Garry! We're here! It's been sooo busy... sorry I've been out of touch. I think about you all the time. I love you!" With a wave the video ended.
I played it three times just to be sure of what she said. We'd used the word love between us before, but more to describe a close friendship. This sounded more like romance.
I texted her back, writing something like, "Glad you're safe and sound... have fun! I'm sure we'll talk again soon." My response was more typical of how the relationship had been, save for the last time we were together.
Monday morning about 7:00 I got a series of messages from her. They were all selfies of Jenni, or of Bobbi and Jenni, standing in front of a spot they'd been visiting. There was no accompanying text, just the photos.
I texted back "Nice travelogue" which got a smiley face in return, nothing more.
Tuesday, same thing happened. Two photos showed up, both of a smiling and quite happy looking Bobbi, about the same time of day California time, a little before 7:00 in the morning.
This went on for quite a while, with at least two and once eleven photos, one of which was Jenni blowing me a kiss with a huge grin on her face. That one was actually a short two-seconds-long video clip. Jenni was dressed in shorts that were a little too small, and a top that revealed just a little too much cleavage. When she blew me the kiss she was bent over, with a generous amount of freckled breast showing.
Up to this point we hadn't exchanged texts that much. Jenni had been sending photo after photo and little else. I wondered if her international calling plan covered the bandwidth for all the photos.
When I mentioned that, I got an "Oh shit!" in return. The photos stopped.
It wasn't until Saturday morning almost a month later that we had a long exchange of text messages. My phone chimed about 7:15, which was later than usual. The first message was one assuring me that the photos were covered under the cellular plan. Apparently, her mom had taken care of that for her, without telling Jenni.
After the text message telling me not to worry, there was a low-light photo taken with her fancy iPhone. The photo she sent was obviously taken after lights out in the dorm, showing her on her futon wearing just a cami and panties.
I told her that I thought she was very daring to take a photo like that in a dormitory setting.
Jenni told me she'd been thinking about the night in the old truck and how good it felt. She told me she had really wanted to go to my house that night. She wrote that it was super frustrating that she hadn't had any privacy since starting the trip, so she wasn't able to "take care of herself." (Her words.)
I agreed that it sounded quite frustrating.
She sent me a smiley face then, texting, "I should get to sleep. If I can."
It felt like it could turn into a romantic relationship when she returned to California. I was twelve years older though, and she was still quite immature.
Jenni and Bobbi had departed very early Monday morning for their side trip to visit Manga studios. It sounded like the chaperones (Mr. and Mrs. Pembroke) were none-too-happy. Both girls persisted and Bobbi apparently got downright irate.
Jenni told me she thought Mr. Pembroke was a pervert, but that she and Bobbi were safe because of their older age and their respective sizes. Bobbi was apparently too small and Jenni was apparently too large for his tastes.
Bobbi looked to be south of 160 cm and south of 50 kgs. She was much closer to the type of appearance that had typically caught me eye. I have always liked small brunettes with a pretty face, pretty hair, and a petite figure. Bobbi was Korean, so she even had an extra dose of Asian beauty thrown into the mix.
The two of them were truly the odd couple together, and their selfies were a riot. You can tell they had known each other for over half of their lives, and that they were quite fond of each other.
Jenni is an only child, and Bobbi was adopted by a couple late in life. Her adoptive father had passed just a few months earlier, and her mom was struggling with the loss. Jenni's Mom is older too, having gotten pregnant at forty-two. She had kicked her husband out of the house three years earlier.
I got a text from Bobbi at 10:30 at night my time. My first thought was that something might be wrong. But I'll never forget what followed.
The text just said, "Hey! Whatcha doing? Did I wake you up?"
For a second that Jenni might have been using Bobbi's phone. I told her I wasn't asleep yet but was already in bed.
She asked, "Oh yeah? Are ya nekkid?"
I didn't quite know what to say (I was) so I just said, "How'd you guess?"
"Did I interrupt anything, ahem, fun? lol!"
I'd never talked or texted with Bobbi; this definitely wasn't Jenni's style. I told her, "Well, not exactly. I haven't gotten that far yet. :-)"
Then I asked, "What are you doing at the hotel? Where's Jenni?"
"She's off looking at artsy fartsy stuff. I'm PMSing, which makes me impatient and grumpy. Probably because I've had zero privacy so far on this trip. So I thought I'd stay in the room, take a bath, and harass you with text messages."
"Did you already take your bath?"
"Yep. I'm all laid out on the bed, just out of the bath, letting things air out."
"Sounds nice."
"Wanna see?"
"Well, you know I do, but that's probably not a good idea."
"Let me get my selfie stick. Hold on to yourself. :-)"
A minute later I got a photo of Bobbi spread eagled on the bed. She is quite petite. On her back she looks nearly flat chested, but her breasts are really pretty, with dark areolae about the size of a quarter. She has just little patch of black pubic hair. She is as small and non-curvy as Jenni is large and curvy.
I wrote, "Wow. A naked selfie? First time ever for me. I'm flattered."
"I haven't ever sent one before either. I don't even know why I did. Sorry."
"No need to apologize. You're really pretty."
"Probably not your type, right?"
"No... actually you look like most of the women I've dated, except for the fact you're Asian."
"Seriously?"
"Yes. Absolutely. I think you're quite beautiful."
There was a long pause in the conversation, and then another photo showed up. Bobbi was mostly on her tummy, but with one leg pulled up. It was sort of an awkward shot, but wow! She has the cutest little bottom and really puffy labia, as bare as can be, showing quite proudly from behind.
I told her, "Wow! You're gorgeous Bobbi! So sexy!"
"Really? I'm not too skinny for you?"
"Not even. That's such a sexy pose. Do you shave?"
"Not at all. I just don't have much hair down there. Do I make you hard?"
"You know you do!"
"Show me."
I should have figured this was going to happen.
I said, "Jenni hasn't even seen my package yet. You think that's fair?"
