Hello fans! Welcome to my next book,
Jennifer's Summer Adventures
! This novella has 10 Chapters, and deals with a myriad of situations through her summer before college. The people of my stories live only in my (and yours I hope)imagination. That being the case, please bear in mind that other "rules" of life can also be bent. There are a couple in these stories. So, if reading erotically and sexually explicit offends you, or certain fantastical actions upset you, you may leave now. For all others, ENJOY!
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It was a lazy summer day. Jennifer was lying in the shade of the old tree in her back yard, dreaming of her times with Eric and Angela next door. She had been friends with them ever since the beginning of June. They had initiated her into the joys of sexual congress, and each time with them brought new and wonderful experiences.
They were not too much older than her 19 years, but had infinitely more experience. She learned that Eric was an accountant, and Angela taught an aerobics class at the health spa in town. She also found they were highly sensual and sexual, and their time together was full of fucking and sucking, role-playing, and some light domination. Much of this came out in their first time together as a group, and the last four weeks had been heavenly.
They were currently on a trip back to Vermont to finalize the sale of their old home. Jennifer could not go with them, however. She still lived with her father, and he had put his foot down on this subject.
"You will have plenty of time to travel with your friends," he had said to her yesterday, "once you decide on what you want to do with the rest of your life. You are going to college in the fall, and you haven't even picked a major yet! Get your priorities straight, get your education, and THEN do what you want! The world will be yours, then." Little did he know that she was doing exactly WHAT she wanted to do right now!
Her thoughts drifted to her boyfriend Alan. That thought sent a pang of guilt through her. She just finished almost a month of delectable debauchery without a single thought towards him. He had been gone on a work program to make some money during that time, and she felt just a little lonely, and put out since she was not allowed to go (her father again. Geez!). She did not know how she was gong to approach him on what she did the last four weeks. At the worst, she knew he would break up with her, calling her "slut" and "whore", not knowing that now those words thrilled her and got her wet. At the best, who knows?
The day was getting hotter. Jennifer grabbed her drink off the little table next to her chair and drank it in one gulp. She then pulled out an ice cube and started sucking on it. It felt so good on her lips! Then she started trailing that ice cube down her chin, onto her neck, and onto her breastbone. With her other hand she opened up the tied shirt she was wearing (she still loved her dad's shirts so her 38D's would be free), and exposed a breast. She started to slowly glide the ice cube around her tit, leaving a wet, little trail. She started to moan from the sensation.
She reached her nipple. The instant the ice cube touched it, her nipple hardened; she rubbed that ice cube on her nipple for a little bit, then switched to the other nipple. Both tits were now exposed, and the warm breeze on the wetted skin made her shiver. She started to rub her thighs together, catching her clit between flesh and the fabric of her bikini bottoms. Jennifer had an enlarged clit naturally, and this motion engorged it, making it even bigger, and more sensitive. She moaned a little louder from the rising lust that her actions were engendering.
Once her tits were thoroughly covered with water trails, Jennifer then trailed the ice cube down her stomach and under the band of her bikini bottoms. She then started rubbing her clit with the cube, which was melting fast.
"Oooh! Ooh!" she gasped as she rubbed her clit with the ice.
Then she inserted the ice cube into her hot and juicy pussy, pushing it in as far as she could. She then returned to rubbing her clit with her fingers, rubbing her thighs together, and pinching her nipples with the other hand. Faster and faster she rubbed her clit, squirming from the sensation, coming close to orgasm.
"Aah. Oh-Oh, UUNNNNNGGGH!" she gasped as she went over the edge, and started to come. Her pussy juices made her wet inside and out, soaking her bikini. The ice cube had since melted away, adding its wetness to the flow. Her body bucked in the lounge chair as the orgasm rocked her.
In a few moments the spasms died down, leaving her a little spent, but still hot and horny. Eric and Angela were out, so she could not get satisfied there. She no longer went in for the cucumber bit as she once had. She needed a man (or woman) to satisfy her lust, and she was not sure where to find one. Being a slut sometimes had its disadvantages, she thought to herself.
Just then, her cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Jen?" said a male voice on the other end. "It's Alan."
"Alan!" Jennifer exclaimed, trying to control the quivering of her voice. "Where are you?"
I'm home for the weekend," he replied, "and I wanted to know if I could see you now. I got something to tell you."
"Sure! Come on over!"
"Great! I'll see you in ten minutes then. Bye."
"Bye."
Jennifer got up. She looked down at herself, and decided to change for him. She did not think she would make a very good impression meeting him in a cum-soaked bikini and unbuttoned shirt.
Jennifer went inside and went upstairs to her room. She stripped off her clothes and threw them into her hamper. She went into the bathroom and freshened up a bit, then put on a frilly dress and bra, but no panties. She stayed bare footed. She combed her long blonde hair and tied it back with a fillet.
A few minutes later the doorbell rang. Jennifer skipped down the stairs to answer it. When she opened the door, she saw Alan, and took in a quick breath. He was gorgeous! His 5'7" frame looked fit, and he was tanned. His auburn hair shone in the afternoon sun, and his gray eyes looked at her penetratingly.
"Jen, you...changed," he said.
"Uh... what do you mean?"
I-uh-mean that you look so...good!" he stammered.
"Oh," she said, relieved, "I have been working out and stuff." She didn't mention how.
"Can I come in?"
"Oh! Yes."
Jennifer moved so Alan could enter. She smelled him as he passed. He had a man scent that sent shivers through her, and she could feel herself becoming wet again. She led him to the den of her home.
"Would you like anything to drink?" she asked.
"No, thank you," he said, as he sat down. " I just want to...talk to you. I haven't seen you for a little over a month, and I didn't hear from you. I need to know if you still have feelings for me."
Jennifer sort of expected this. She sat down next to him. "Of course I do," she started, "I still care for you. You're my boyfriend. My dad likes you..."
"I know that," he said, "and I know why. That relates to what I want to tell you."
"What?" she said, confused.
Alan hesitated "Uh, I was...unfaithful. There was this girl on our crew, and she looked so good to all of us. One night, after work, we were unwinding at the beach. There was beer and stuff there, and we all got a little smashed. Well this girl put on a strip show, and the other girls on the crew started joining in. before long they each picked one of us and moved to another part of the beach. This one girl I'm talking about picked me. I mean, I tried to tell her I was taken, but the booze and her body and her smell was too much for me. I'm sorry I did it. I didn't mean to hurt you."
All this came out in one shot from him.
Jennifer was taken aback. Here she was, wondering how to break the news to him of her escapades, and he pours out his soul to her of one night of indiscretion in an alcohol haze with an obvious slut. Something like her. Jennifer battled with her conscience, wondering if she should tell him of Eric and Angela. She decided against it...for now. His ego was fragile at the moment, and she didn't want to stomp all over it. Also, she learned he was not as uptight about sex as he let on earlier. He did not apologize for the sex; he apologized for the action.
Jennifer brought her feelings on line. First, she was horny. Second, her boyfriend was here, admitting he had another side to him he never showed her. Third, he looked good, smelled good...she wasn't about to let this opportunity pass.
She leaned over and kissed him.
Alan's eyes flew wide open. He was expecting her to throw him out. Her father had assured him that she was a good girl and didn't like filth, and had told him to treat her with the utmost respect. He had secretly fallen in love with her, and was strengthened by that love to have the courage to admit his fling. He did not expect this! He returned the kiss with as much passion as she was kissing him with.
Jennifer knew she did the right thing. She put her arms around him and snuggled up to him on the couch while still kissing him. She parted his lips with her tongue, licking the front of his teeth. Her hands rubbed his shoulders and back. He felt very muscular, the type of muscles you get from hard work. She knew her muscularity was from workouts at the health spa, so she knew the difference. She put as much feeling in her touch as she could.
Alan wrapped his arms around her. He felt her tongue in his mouth, and reciprocated. His hands were massaging her back, slightly pulling her towards him. He loved the feeling of her tits on his chest.
"What was this? Did she actually squirm closer to me?" he thought.
Jennifer started to massage his chest. She then started to unbutton his shirt, and put her hands inside. He had a light dusting of hair, and his chest was more muscular than she remembered.
Alan was enjoying this. He decided to be a little brazen. He moved one hand around to the front and grabbed a tit.
