The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 02: Paul & Jenny's Story
Copyright 1999 by paul. All rights reserved. All events and charters are fictitious.
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Part 1
The day before, Jenny and I had become lovers. We had both been virgins up to that point, although I had had a brief flirtation with Gay sex and some masturbation and oral sex with Jenny's best friend Linda.
My best friend Steve had introduced me to the painful delights of anal sex, together with cock sucking and wanking. A further complication in my life at this time was our local bully, Tommy. Who had watched Steve and I in our sleeping bags at night and was demanding sex as the price of his silence. He fucked me once, brutally. Last night, after I had threatened to put a hand axe into his head if he touched me again, he fucked Steve.
The story continues.
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I awoke next morning to the sound of muted voices next to me. In the half-light I could see Tommy's hand trying to gain entrance to Steve's sleeping bag, which was stretched tightly across Steve's chest, held down by his arms.
"Get off. Leave me alone," Steve was saying.
"I sat up suddenly fed up with the whole situation."
"Leave him alone, Tommy" I said, not making any attempt to keep my voice low. "He doesn't want you to fuck him." I could hear others in the tent stirring.
"Shut up" Tommy hissed "they'll hear."
"Hear what?" came a voice from the other end of the tent. It was Len, very quiet, but somebody you wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of.
"It's alright, Len." Tommy replied. "We're just messing about."
"Leave them alone," there was a note of threat in Len's voice.
"Sure thing Len."
Tommy, like most bullies, was uncertain of himself when faced with somebody who stood up to him.
I could hear voices outside. Skip was making his rounds calling us to breakfast.
Not wishing to tempt any kind of providence that morning, I leapt from my sleeping bag, off with pyjamas, on with shorts, T-shirt and trainers I was first to the showers and toilets.
There were seventeen of us, including our leader Skip. Sharing the campsite with us were some twenty senior Girlguides with their leader Jane.
Our ablution blocks were situated next to each other as were our mess tents.
Since the Barbeque a few nights earlier both troops had began to mingle at meal times. Sharing the same tables if not food from the same source.
I collected a plate of Bacon and fried Eggs from the duty cook, I took them, together with a cup of Tea to a table in a corner of the tent and sat down. The tent began to fill with people and noise. I sat engrossed in my meal until I sensed somebody standing behind me. Turning around I saw Jenny, my Jenny. We smiled, she sat beside me, our naked legs touching beneath the table. I turned to wish her good-morning when she kissed me. A gentle, friendly, non-committal, sort of kiss at first which began to develop into something more passionate. She pulled away just as my hands reached her body.
"You taste of tomato sauce." She said licking her lips.
She was having cereal and fruit juice. She began to eat. I watched her for a few seconds then let my hand slip under the table onto her inner thigh.
"Oh Paul. Not here." She complained but did not remove my hand.
Linda and two other girls sat opposite with their meals.
All four girls eating and chatting at once, although Jenny became quieter the closer my hand got to her fanny.
I ran my hand up the inside of her shorts until I touched the elastic of her knickers.
She took a deep breath and slid her backside forward on the bench, opening her legs. I rubbed my fingers across the front of her knickers, feeling the outline of her fanny lips. I pushed part of the dampening material inside her. She wriggled on the bench.
I ran my fingers along her now sharply defined crack until I reached where I thought her clitoris to be. A sharp intake of breath indicated I had found the spot so I began to rub around it.
Jenny covered her mouth with one hand as her legs closed tightly on my fingers.
She suddenly went red in the face.
"Are you alright?" asked Linda with a smile. The other girls giggled.
Jenny swallowed then cleared her throat.
"Never better" she gave a sigh. I sat there with a stupid grin on my face.
Paul and Jenny's story
Part Two: A walk on the wild side
We spent the remainder of the day preparing for our expedition. Packing supplies into our rucksacks. Marking maps with routes, working out compass bearings.
We were taking part in an award scheme for young people named after the Queen's Husband, The Duke of Edinburgh. Part of the award's criteria was to complete an Expedition covering approximately fifty miles over rugged terrain over three to four days with three nights under canvas. Being totally self sufficient for this period.
Other parts of the award consisted of completing some kind of community service. Over the winter months we had spent one evening a week at a local residential Home for the elderly. Generally helping out or just being somebody to talk to. While we were away the girls were to run a short camp for deprived children of the area using the permanently sited tents we normally slept in.
We were spilt into pairs and given two-man tents to share. I had hoped to be paired with Steve and was very disappointed when Skip called out Tommy's name with mine, partnering Steve with Len.
Skip had noticed a certain amount of friction between Tommy and myself and had decided that four days and three nights alone in the wilds should allow us to settle our differences.
The expedition took the form of a series of walks from recognised camping area to camping area over a seventy square mile area. We were given different routes for each day finishing at a different site each evening with our all meeting up at a Youth hostel mid-day on the forth day for a hot meal and transport back to the campsite.
For safety sake we had been given grind references where we could expect to meet with other groups at certain where we could check on each other's condition. Emergency telephone numbers, a list of grid references of the locations of phones and a small supply of pennies to make calls with.
Our preparations completed, we had an early evening meal and were advised by Skip to be in bed early as it was going to be a very busy few days.
I went in search of Jenny.
She was just returning from the local town with supplies. Jane, who had been driving the minibus, leapt down from behind the steering wheel.
They started to unload and I helped.
"We seem to be one box missing, " said Jane.
" You put one aside as we were packing them in the minimarket." Jenny said.
"Oh yes, so I did " she looked annoyed. "It's everything for breakfast; I put it on one side so we wouldn't have to unpack everything tonight. She continued.
"Skip and I have been invited to the local Area Commissioner for Scouts house for dinner. He's picking us up in fifteen minutes so I don't have time to go back. I don't suppose either of you drive?"
I told her I had passed my test twelve months previously and had driven a minibus before.
"Be a dear and pick it up, Jenny will go with you and show you the shop. It's open till seven tonight so you will have plenty of time.
She gave me the keys and I drove off the campsite following Jenny's directions.
We chatted on the way. She telling me how she'd spent her day me telling her of my disappointment at being paired with Tommy.
"But why? You've known him all your life. I thought he was a friend of yours."
"He's changed a bit over the last few days."
"Tell me what's wrong," She almost pleaded.
"Don't worry I'll sort it out." After the previous night I'd thought I had.
I changed the subject.
Changing gear into top as we entered a long straight stretch of road I let my hand drift onto her thigh.
She placed her hands on top of it. I moved my hand towards the top of her leg.
Her hands still covered mine.
"Keep your eyes on the road," she ordered.
Her hands left mine and I could hear her adjusting her clothing.
I turned my head.
"Don't look," I turned my head away.
She took my hand and placed it inside her knickers onto her pubic mound.
A quick glance showed me that she unbuttoned her shorts and with one hand held them and her knickers away from her fanny.
I caught the slightly fishy smell of woman.
I pushed my index finger through her pubic hairs, along her crack, then back up to her clitoris. I had just begun to get her breathing heavily when we reached the end of the straight and I needed my hand for changing gear and steering.
"Oh no," she said with feeling, but her breathing didn't slow and looking across
I saw she'd replaced my fingers with her own. There was a lay-by ahead so I pulled in and watched her furiously rubbing herself. Her breathing became faster and more erratic. Sometimes she would hold her breath. She made little grunting sounds from the back of her throat. With a sigh, she came.
She leant back in the seat breathing deeply.
"I never thought I'd ever let anybody see me do that." She kept her head turned away.
"It was wonderful." I said. Putting my arm around her I pulled her towards me and kissed her.
The lay by was empty. Occasionally vehicles passed us on their way into the town. A fence and bushes separated us from the traffic heading in the opposite direction.
"Let's get into the back," I said.
"The shops just around the corner let's pick up the shopping first.
I drove the short way to the shop, parking outside. It was still open. Whilst Jenny was talking to one of the staff I wondered around until I came to the home medicine section. On the bottom shelf, almost hidden, I found a box of condoms.
Checking the money I had on me I picked up a packet of five and went to the checkout.
