Jenni And Bobbi Ch 11

The wonderful 21st birthday evening we spent with Jenni ended abruptly when Jenni's cell phone rang. It was her mom, who immediately began yelling at her. It was loud enough that Bobbi and I could hear.

Her shrill voice pierced our bubble of joy, "Where are you? It's after your curfew!"

Jenni rolled her eyes. Her response was calm and quiet. "I'm at Garry's. Bobbi's here too."

Jenni's mom got even louder. "You get home this instant! It's past your curfew! And you're with that boy? The one in that old truck? You're at his house? What are you thinking?"

Jenni's body language changed, and her voice did too. "Listen Mom. I'm 21. I don't have a curfew. Plus, Garry is a man, not a boy. He's 32, he's a pilot, and he likes old cars. I think..."

Jenni's mom interrupted her, the volume of her yelling intensifying. "You get home right now young lady! Right this minute or I'm calling the police!"

Jenni got pissed then and stood up, raising her voice. "Why don't you do that mom? When they get here and discover I'm an adult spending time with two other adult friends maybe they'll charge you with filing a false police report."

Jenni had walked away, so we could not longer hear anything intelligible from her mom. All we could hear was the sound of her shrill voice screaming at Jenni.

Jenni turned, grinning at us, and shook her head, letting her mom run out of steam.

When the phone got quiet, she told her, "I know what I'll do... I'll tell them I'm seeking asylum with my two best friends, and that they've decided to help protect me from a lunatic mother. After meeting you, I'm sure they'll understand."

More yelling started. Jenni hung up.

She looked at us and said, "She's so stupid. I've gotta move out."

Just as Jenni sat down next to us the phone rang again.

Bobbi said, "Just don't answer. You can stay here." Bobbi looked at me as if to ask,

'She can, can't she?'

I said, "That's right. I'll grab one of my t-shirts or night shirts to wear to bed."

Jenni picked up the call, "What?"

The yelling continued. "Don't you ever hang up on me again you little brat! You get home this instant!"

Jenni then lost her cool, yelling into the phone. "I'm spending the night! Don't ever threaten me again you stupid bitch!

"I've also just decided to go to the District Attorney. I'll tell them all about your abusive husband. You're both pathetic. You're both going to jail."

There was silence then, and Jenni's mom became too muted to hear.

Jenni's response was, "That's your problem. I'm doing what's best for me. You're the biggest problem in my life right now, so I'm getting rid of you. Goodbye."

Jenni's mom got loud again, "No! Jenni wait!"

Her mom sounded like she was in a panic now. More low conversation.

Bobbi and I were holding hands, watching Jenni get braver and bolder right before our eyes.

Jenni looked at us, shaking her head. "It's way too late for sorry mom. It went beyond sorry years ago. I'm embarrassed to have you as a mother. I should change my name. I want nothing to do you or that asshole you married."

There was more muffled conversation, this time riddled with sobs loud enough to hear.

Jenni was shaking her head. "Call 911 then. Tell them you feel suicidal. Actually, that's probably a great idea. Let me call them for you."

Jenni hung up and did just that.

Bobbi and I both hugged Jenni. She was very determined to leave her mom's house, no matter what. The three of us sat and talked about the situation, and possible solutions.

We got Jenni calmed back down. It was good to see the fire in her. The trip to Japan had done her good.

The police dispatcher called back about half an hour later. The officers came by my house to talk to Jenni and take a report from her.

After taking her statement, one of the officers suggested that Jenni come back to her mom's with them, but she was steadfast in her refusal.

She told them, "The only reason I have to go back there is to pack my things and move out. If she tries to stop me, she'll end up in the hospital. I've had it with her."

The other officer suggested that she call when she returns to the house so nothing bad happens. He handed her his card, telling her, "Don't do anything violent or physical. Don't put your hands on her. Call us first. I mean it. We'll help keep things from getting out of hand, okay?"

Jenni thanked both officers. They said goodnight and left after assurances that Jenni could stay with us that night.

Jenni did spend the night with us, sleeping between us in my bed. Bobbi and I comforted her, letting her know we'd work it out together. We gave her lots of love and lots of hugs.

I don't think any of us slept very well. I certainly didn't.

My poor sweet Bobbi had to be up early to make it to the airport by 6:00 a.m.

I got up to make coffee while Bobbi was in the shower. Jenni rummaged around in the 'fridge, finding everything she needed to put together an awesome breakfast burrito for Bobbi to take to work.

When Bobbi left, she got hugs and kisses, an amazing breakfast burrito, and a thermos filled with good coffee.

Once Bobbi had driven off I told Jenni, "I don't know about you, but I'm tired. You must be exhausted. Are you okay? Do you want to sleep for a while?"

Jenni looked a little panicked, and very shy. She asked, "You think it's okay if I just stay here with you alone and sleep? Bobbi won't mind?"

In reply, I took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. Jenni had pulled on the first thing she saw on the top of the laundry basket, the shirt I'd worn to dinner, putting it on as a cover up. I think she was focused more on getting breakfast made for Bobbi than how she looked.

Wearing my shirt and nothing else she looked great. The shirt was a button-down, with tails and side vents so she was covered, even at her height. The side vents did show an ample amount of her pretty thighs though, making her look quite sexy. She'd only buttoned two of the middle buttons as well, which added to her sex appeal.

Jenni looked almost stricken, asking, "Do you have another nightshirt, or maybe a tee I could borrow?" She looked pale and nervous.

I grinned and pulled my nightshirt off over my head, holding it out to her. "Here you go... you're welcome to this one. I warmed it up for you." I winked at her.

My levity seemed to make her relax. She dropped her gaze to my semi-erect penis. Still, she looked frozen with indecision. She didn't take the nightshirt from me.

I stepped over, throwing the nightshirt over my shoulder. I locked eyes with her and unbuttoned the two buttons on the shirt she was wearing. Her lips parted, licking them, as she returned my gaze.

I slid my hand inside the shirt, around to her lower back. My other hand pulled her head gently to my shoulder. Our bodies pressed together, with the length of my penis nestling into the dense garden of dark blonde hair below her tummy.

She sighed quietly, "This feels so nice." Her hands had gone to my neck and to the very middle of my back. We pulled each other very close. Jenni was soft and warm.

I let my hand drop, running it gently across her smooth bare bottom. "Jenni, you are such a sweet and loving soul. I am so happy we talked everything through last night. I can't imagine not having you in my life." I absently ran my hand over her sexy behind.

Jenni very softly told me, "That makes me so happy Garry, that you feel this way about me. That you like me so much." She shifted a little, allowing the head of my penis to burrow into the top of her sex. She whimpered, moving so that I became even more enveloped between her plump lips. She was silky, and moist.

I corrected her, "Honey, I love you so much. It's lots and lots more than just like."

She let out what sounded like a little sob, shifting again to rub up against me. "Oh Garry... I know. What I mean is, that you like my body so much. The way you touch me... I get so... I want you so much."

I kissed her pretty freckled shoulder. "I want you too honey. You're such a sensuous woman." I was gently exploring the contours of her bottom and subtly moving my penis in the furrow of her sex.

Jenni snuggled in too, rubbing herself against my now very hard penis. She was making soft little cries of pleasure, almost inaudible. The motion of her pelvis was now obvious. She was masturbating, using the head of my penis to massage her clitoris.

Her soft breasts were pressing against my chest. Her body felt warm, soft, and wonderful. I told her so. She moaned something unintelligible, rubbing herself more urgently against me.

Then she whispered, "Garry, we should stop. I'm going to cum if we don't. This feels too good." She had stopped moving, but her hand was still holding my bottom. She had pulled me to her rather tightly, directing my body as she pleasured herself.

I asked her, "Do you want to cum honey? I wouldn't mind at all you know."

She said, "I do, but I think I might feel guilty. I almost do right now. This is almost like having sex, you know?"

I let go of her, slipping the shirt off her. She looked at me as if to ask,

'What are you doing?

' I then had her raise her arms so I could drop my soft old nightshirt on. As her head came out from underneath she had a shy little grin on her face. I kissed her.

The kiss I received in return was passionate and lusty.

When we broke our kiss, we held each other's gaze for several seconds.

Finally, I told her, "Jenni, I love you. It would be all too easy to climb into bed with you right now. You know that, right?"

She nodded, "I know. I feel the same way. We keep getting close, don't we?"

I smiled, "We sure do. You're gorgeous, and sexy. And I love you. Dangerous combo. That felt so good. I absolutely love your body."

Jenni giggled, "That was the sexiest thing ever! The feeling of your penis right there. It's so soft but so hard. It's amazing. I feel so lucky that it's worked out like this. I'm excited we can be together like this sometimes."

Then Jenni climbed into bed. She smiled at me, and blew me a kiss.

I went out and climbed into the pool. The cool water took the edge off.

When I came back in from my swim Jenni was quietly snoring. She really was wiped out. I carefully covered her, trying my best not to disturb her. She kept sleeping soundly.

Jenni's phone rang just minutes later. I dashed to pick it up. It was Bobbi calling.

I whispered, "Jenni is sound asleep. Let me call you right back on my phone." I didn't even wait for an answer. I walked into the kitchen to start some coffee, talking quietly to Bobbi.

Bobbi asked, "How's she doing?"

I told her, "I think she's super happy the three of us worked through everything last night."

Bobbi said, "No... I mean about with her mom. I've never heard her like that before."

I said, "I think okay. She didn't seem bothered after you left. I gave her my nightshirt to sleep in and she was out like a light. I went for a swim."

Bobbi chuckled, "She must love that. I think she really likes being at your home Garry. She feels safe. Especially with you doing things like that. She really needs your approval and acceptance."

I told Bobbi, "I think this is going to work out great Bobbi. You and I can support her in every way. She's so sweet. You know I love her dearly."

Bobbi chuckled again, "That's what's so cool about this. There's no hidden agenda. We both want what's best for her. And we can both love her at the same time. She should come live with us Garry. With you I mean."

I took a deep breath, "Bobbi. I didn't want to do this over the phone, but there's something important I want to talk about with you. It has to do with us, and how much I love you and want to be with you." My question couldn't wait any longer.

Bobbi asked, "Is everything okay?"

I answered, "I think it will be. It depends on your answer." I then asked Bobbi to move in with me. I promised her we would check on her mom daily, and that she could stay at her mom's any time she felt that need. I had wanted to ask later that day, once she got home, but it couldn't wait. We both cried and told each other how much we loved one another.

I told her that I figured it was best I stay at home to look after Jenni. She was exhausted both physically and emotionally. I didn't want to leave her alone.

Bobbi told me, "You're an amazing man Garry. I can't imagine a more loving and caring partner. Thanks for taking care of my best girlfriend. She's like my sister you know. It means the world to me to have you accept her so unconditionally."

I told her, "She's a sweetheart Bobbi... you know that. That's why you two are so close. Plus, I owe it to her that you and I met. I can't imagine life without you. You're my dream girl."

Bobbi could hardly talk. She told me, "I'm losing it. I think between hormones and love and lack of sleep I'm a wreck. I need to concentrate on what I'm doing for the rest of my shift or I'm going to make a mistake. Then I need to come home and crash for twelve hours."

I told her that I'd have an early dinner ready. We got off the phone.

When Bobbi got home that afternoon, the three of us had a conversation over a simple dinner of pasta. It was nothing like the conversation we had on Saturday night. Jenni was really serious about moving out. We talked about what that looked like.

In the back of my mind, I wanted to offer Jenni my spare bedroom. I didn't want to do that before Bobbi had given me an unconditional yes to my invitation to move in with me. So, I asked her again, with Jenni as a witness. She said yes of course, with both girls sobbing and laughing. I think we were all stretched thin emotionally.

I then offered my spare bedroom to Jenni. That got more tears and more happy laughter. The three of us made plans to go grab things out of Jenni's room that very evening. It was just after 5:00 o'clock.

Jenni picked up the card Officer Blevins had given her. She called and relayed to the dispatcher what our plans were, referencing the incident from the previous night. It took over an hour, but we finally got a call back from the watch commander. He told us he would send a car over to meet us. He told us to wait until the car arrived before entering the house.

I was feeling bleary eyed, and Bobbi looked exhausted. By the time it all fell into place, it was nearly 7:00 p.m. We drove over in my old truck, sitting together on the bench seat. We were all emotionally spent.

The three of us followed the two police officers up the walk. After three attempts of knocking on the door with no answer, Jenni let herself in with her key. The officers followed her in, then Bobbi and I stepped into the house. It was evident Jenni's mom was not at home.

Jenni changed out of her teal dress into something more appropriate. She began packing her suitcases, dirty laundry and all. Bobbi and I didn't even bother to strip the bed. We carried out the mattress, then the box spring. We quickly disassembled the bed frame and loaded it into the truck.

Jenni started to hand carry important items from her room. We didn't have any cartons with us and weren't about to make a run to Home Depot to grab some on a Sunday. Some things in her room would have to wait. She wanted to take her dresser as well, so we managed to get that out the door too, after removing drawers to lighten the load.

Just as we were finishing up, loading last minute odds and ends, Jenni's mom showed up. She immediately blocked my truck from leaving the driveway, screaming at the police officers and at us. That scene lasted less than a minute. After hitting one of the policemen in the face, his partner quickly snapped her wrists into handcuffs. He managed to get her into the back of the cruiser somehow, despite her thrashing and kicking.

It took another twenty minutes for a sergeant to arrive. He took statements from all of us. He also advised Jenni to grab anything else she needed then to stay out of and away from the house. Jenni and Bobbi both ran back inside to make one last sweep of her room. I talked to the officer who got hit in the face. His lip had swollen but had stopped bleeding. Mostly I think he was embarrassed to have been caught with his guard down.

Jenni got the keys to her mom's car, moving it so we could leave. By that time, her mom was sobbing uncontrollably in the back of the cruiser. It was apparent that she was mentally ill. The sergeant mentioned the term "5150" over the radio. I learned from Google that when used by police, it meant a mandatory psychiatric lockdown for as long as 72 hours.

I explained to Jenni and Bobbi what was happening as we drove home.

Jenni said, "It's about time. She's been nuts for years. They both are, in different ways."

When we got home, once the heavy stuff from the truck was unloaded, Jenni and I both insisted that Bobbi get some sleep. It was nearly ten o'clock. I was exhausted too, but I wanted to make certain Jenni would be all set up in the spare bedroom.

It didn't take too terribly long, but it was past eleven by the time we were finished. Jenni was so thankful. The hug she gave me was the sweetest thing ever. The look in her eyes was borne of love and gratitude. It made me feel wonderful to be able to help.

I gave her a hug and told her, "Welcome to your new home sweetie."

She wept, holding me to her for the longest time. Part of me wished that Bobbi was awake to participate in the joy. The other part was happy that it was just Jenni and me. It wasn't sexual at all. It was pure love and happiness for us both.

I fell asleep very content, next to the woman I loved with all my heart and soul. I couldn't wait until Bobbi moved in too.

The three of us were meant to be together, and now we were.