The Turning of Jenny Lynn

Everyone in this story is 18 or older.

I

Jenny stopped short at the sound of Tara's voice, ready for the inevitable taunts, the insults, the mockery. Even though they'd been weirdly nice the past several days. Jenny didn't trust them, didn't trust their new nice-girl image the two of them conjured up, Tara and Kristin. She knew that Emily had started talking to Tara. She knew that Emily had gone to Tara's house last night, but her friend didn't say much about it today.

She seemed different.

For one thing, she didn't bother to wear a bra today, and most of the boys in school fell over each other trying to catch a glimpse of her hard nipples protruding through her blouse fabric. Even the male teachers couldn't stop looking. The female teachers noticed, of course, but they didn't say anything. They just looked uncomfortable. Or lecherous.

Which Jenny also thought extremely weird.

Later that day, she caught Kristin and Tara practically pinning a flushed Emily against her locker, but when Jenny looked more closely at her friend, she realized Emily seemed excited about something. Even a little.

Turned on.

Stop it.

Stop thinking that way, Jenny.

You're a good girl.

And so is Emily.

Even as she scolded herself, she had watched Emily walk out the door, Kristin and Tara on either side of her, their arms around her waist. Then she had seen Tara's hand drift down to cup Emily's butt. Emily jerked away, looked up at Tara, and giggled.

Tara's hand went back to Emily's ass, and Emily didn't move it away.

Now, today, Emily acted completely different.

She ignored Jenny. She ignored Jefferson.

She clung to both Kristin and Tara.

Her clothes were barely acceptable for school, dark fishnet hose under a tight plaid skirt, thin pink blouse, unbuttoned to show her cleavage.

Without a bra.

Jenny barely recognized her face in the heavy mascara and eyeshadow she wore, and Emily's lips gleamed a brilliant and glossy red.

Once, bursting through the restroom door, Jenny bumped into Kristin and Emily in an embrace. Kristin let go of Emily, but Jenny could have sworn that they had been kissing. Emily's face was flushed, and her hair tangled.

She looked happy, a grin was fixed on her face, and her eyes were red and narrow. Jenny noticed that her perennial cross was missing.

In its place she wore a tight, lace collar, red.

And a delicate silver heart on a delicate silver chain.

Kristin smiled at Jenny.

"Hey, Jenny, are you coming to Tara's tomorrow tonight? She's going to have some of us over to watch movies."

Jenny ignored her.

"Hey, Emily," she said, "I need to talk to you. Is anything wrong?"

But Emily was already following Kristin out the door, her hand in Kristin's hand as the other girl led her.

The restroom stank of air freshener and something else Jenny couldn't identify. Something rank, acrid, and bittersweet.

***

Jenny didn't see either Kristin, Tara, or Emily the next day.

Then, just before school ended, Tara showed up and confronted her in the hall, close to her locker.

"Hey, cutie," she said.

Jenny stiffened. Then she pulled her history book from her locker before turning around to face Tara.

"What do you want, Tara? Where's Emily? Where've you been today?"

Tara didn't seem to mind Jenny's rudeness.

She shrugged.

"Around. You can skip classes every now and then, you know."

Jenny felt embarrassed, stuck-up, and a little self-righteous. She hated feeling that way, sometimes. But around people like Tara, she just couldn't help it.

She was such a slut.

She and Kristin both.

And now they were messing with Emily.

Getting her to skip school.

How bad was it going to get?

Jenny quickly looked away from Tara's intense green eyes. She looked down, catching the movement of Tara's left hand.

She was pulling at her necklace, fingering a green pendant between her thumb and index finger, and when Jenny looked more closely, she saw it was shaped like a green bird in flight, a green dove perhaps.

It was so delicate and pretty, and the green shimmered and sparkled.

Jenny stared at the bird moving between Tara's breasts, held up by her slender fingers, without blinking or marking the passage of time. The greens wings beat slowly in the small cage of Tara's hand. The green bird seemed to flutter or float between the hills of Tara's bust, and its eyes glittered gold, like fire. Suddenly Tara's voice broke into her head, swimming with thoughts of the bird.

"So, you're going to come, then? You're going to come tonight? Emily will be there. She'll come, too."

Jenny nodded, her mind almost a perfect blank.

Still, she found the words to say, "Uh-huh. I'm coming. I'll come tonight."

Tara dropped her bird, which landed against her tight blouse, tight green cotton under which her breasts swayed full, ripe pears ready to be tasted.

Jenny's mouth felt dry.

So dry.

"Good," Tara said. "I can't wait to see you there!"

Jenny turned to leave.

"Just a second, cutie pie. I have something for you. Just a little present to say I'm sorry for all the mean things I've said about you."

Tara held out a small red box.

"Maybe you can wear it tonight?"

Jenny took the small box. Her face felt warm, flushed.

For some reason she was blushing, and she hardly murmured a thank you before trotting down the hallway to her mother's car waiting in the parking lot.

II

Jenny studied herself in the mirror.

Her long, oval face with its wide flat cheekbones and long, straight nose, slightly upturned at the end, seemed so plain in comparison with Emily's face.

Or with Kristin.

Or Tara.

The mirror fogged up again, and she wiped the glass with a small towel hanging on a chrome ring attached to the wall. Her hair was wrapped in a large blue towel, and another towel wrapped around her body, just above her modest breasts, not nearly so pronounced as Tara's bosom.

Tara.

Jenny opened the jewelry box Tara had given her, and carefully removed the delicate silvery necklace with its delicate silvery heart. She'd already taken off her cross before taking a shower, and she hesitated. Wear that like usual -- or wear Tara's gift as requested?

Of course it would be rude not to wear Tara's necklace, and it would look ridiculous to wear both.

It wouldn't hurt to leave the cross off for now.

She could put it back on when she came back home.

She held the necklace up to her neck, struggling to clasp the tiny clasp in the back. Her towel dropped with her exertions, and just as it dropped, she clasped the necklace, letting the silver heart fall between her two peach-sized breasts, nipples and areolas a slightly darker pink against the pink of her little boobs.

No doubt about it.

Jenny was thin and gangly, her body was thin and gangly, she'd never be stunning, but something about the way the little silver heart danced on its string between her tits made Jenny feel. Adventurous. Exotic. Daring.

Then she toweled her hair and brushed it dry.

Long and straight and plain.

A plain honey brown, almost blond.

Like Jan.

Putting on her underwear and bra, she stepped into a casual dress, slipped on flat sandals, sprayed a little perfume on her face, grabbed her purse, and borrowed her mother's car keys.

"Be back before eleven, darling," her mother said.

"I will."

III

Jenny wasn't sure whether Tara's mother wasn't the most stunning woman she had ever seen.

She felt so out of place, so under-dressed for the occasion, an occasion she had had no idea was going to occur.

Even Emily, normally such a wallflower, looked radiant.

A little, um, slutty.

But radiant.

Weird.

She had dyed her jet black and cropped it short above her shoulders in a frizzy, ragged style.

Her eyeshadow sparkled, her mascara was thick and heavy, and she wore the same heavy glossy red lipstick.

Her wore a lacy, frilly black dress, neckline plunging below her breasts, and her silver heart dangled in the midst of her white skin.

Her eyes were red and narrow, and a smile never left her face.

She sat on the other side of the table, crushed between Kristin and Tara, who constantly held their faces close to hers, conspiratorially whispering in her ears, so close that their lips touched Emily's lobes.

She shook her head, wondering if any of this was normal.

Everything got so weird the moment Tara answered the door when she rang the doorbell.

***

Jenny hopped from one foot to another nervously, questioning herself for the hundredth time why she had agreed to go over to Tara's house.

Tara, of all people.

I mean.

Sure, she'd been really nice lately, she and Kristin, but still.

She had almost convinced herself to turn around and go home. Her hand went up to touch her crucifix but found the silver heart instead. A tremor of alarm ran through her body.

Then the door opened, and Tara stood in the doorway, resplendent.

She wore a long green evening dress which rippled like falling water, neckline plunging to her navel, and she fixed in her gorgeous brown hair in waves of braids and textured sheets rising high over her head, giving her masculine features an elegant and somehow delicate appearance.

Tasteful smoky eyeshadow accentuated her almond-shaped eyes, her makeup brought out the fine features of her face without covering her garishly, and her lips shone with a glossy reddish golden lipstick whose exact color eluded Jenny.

But it was the green pendant, the jade bird that caught Jenny's attention, hovering between the full mounds of Tara's chest, a green bird in flight in the smooth valley between two white hills.

Jenny's hand drifted to her own silver heart as she stared blissfully and blankly at the green object.

Her mind filled with billowing clouds of rolling green and white mists, and a sense of elation swelled her chest; she felt dizzy and wonderful, thoughtless and wordless. A brilliant emerald bird flew in the midst of that green and white mist, and for a while nothing remained of Jenny's consciousness but a flying jade bird with gleaming golden eyes.

Then a voice rolled over her, commanding but cheerful, happy to have Jenny there, lightly tinged with mockery.

"Earth to Jenny," the voice laughed, "Are you going to stand there all night?"

Jenny snapped out of her reverie.

Looking at the exquisitely dressed Tara, Jenny felt foolish, severely under-dressed, a buck-toothed hillbilly set loose amid the finery of urbane aristocracy, a backwoods Hatfield amid the gilded splendor of the Vanderbilts of a bygone American era.

"I. I."

She didn't know how to finish the sentence.

"You look wonderful," Tara assured her, pulling her into the house by her right hand.

And it was true, Jenny did look wonderful, in the simple way of a girl in a pretty dress. She looked fresh and happy despite her inner feelings of awkwardness. The blue dress contoured her body smoothly if not tightly, and her body, long and lithe, looked the better for it.

She wanted to be surprised at Tara's unexpected opulence. In no way did the stunning young woman at her side resemble the high school slut who shadowed Emily and Jenny, sneering at and insulting them, making jibes at their religiosity, their belief, their piety.

They did try to be pious, Emily and Jenny. They tried to, which wasn't easy in these free and liberal days. They read Bible passages together, prayed against temptation together, and when Jefferson showed interest in Emily, it was Jenny who encouraged it, recognizing in Jefferson the same love of Christian modesty and Protestant forbearance.

They had taken abstinence vows in 9th grade and continued to do so every year since then. They had kept their vows. Even at the age of 18 they were all three of them chaste, untested in the ways of the flesh, and it was Jenny who so strongly dreamed of Jefferson's and Emily's future marriage. They were so cute together, and they were so suitable.

They had all three gone to bible camp together, and this year, this coming summer, they would all be bible youth counselors.

Emily's sudden change filled her with dread, and alarms screamed in her mind that something terrible had happened to her best friend.

Which is why she agreed to come to Tara's house.

She just needed to find out what had happened.

If anything had happened.

And to have a long, long talk with Emily.

To put her back on the right path.

It's what friends did.

Especially friends who went to the same church.

***

But the way Tara dressed this evening. Wow.

It just added to that mysterious, dangerous, and even a little naughty something that Jenny felt ever since Tara opened the door. Ever since she saw, really saw, that beautiful green jade bird hanging between Tara's creamy breasts.

Just then Tara stopped and turned to Jenny.

"I'm so glad you came after all. I know you had your misgivings. I know you don't trust me. Or Kristin. I'm pretty sure, we're pretty sure you don't really like us."

This caught Jenny completely off guard. Flustered, she stammered a few inarticulate excuses, but Tara waved her away.

"It's our fault. I know it is. We were so mean to you both."

She winked at Jenny.

"Between you and me, I think it's because we just liked you so much."

Jenny flushed red, and her eyes drifted to the green bird.

So much of Tara's chest was showing.

Bible counselors. Youth counselors. They were going to be bible counselors that summer, Emily, Jenny, and Jefferson. Youth counselors who would teach their young charges about scripture, warn them against the dangers of drugs, and sex, and rock and roll. And alcohol. Theirs was a high destiny, perhaps lonely in its righteousness but high and wondrous all the same.

Tara's bosom was so much lovelier and more impressive than her own.

She was gangly and her own breasts were lean, sticking from her bony chest like absurd fruits, the one far apart from the other, or two little hills separated by a dry and dusty plain.

But she remembered the little silver heart in the midst of that plain, and one hand rose to clutch it even as she stared at the little green bird, aware of the little feeling of naughtiness expanding to a great embrace of desire and lust against which she lacked the will to defend herself.

A green vapor rose in her mind, swelling her brain like a gourd.

Something about youth and danger danced in the green mist and faded, replaced by a need, and aching need, to see more of the white hills of Tara.

"You can touch them if you like," Tara said gently, and her voice, together with the meaning of the words, rocked Jenny's reeling mind.

"I'm sorry?" Jenny stuttered.

"My necklace," Tara laughed, "You can touch it if you like."

Before Jenny could even take sense of what she was doing, her other hand lifted to touch Tara's necklace, to hold the green pendant soaring above her lovely, so lovely, so full and wonderful, tits.

"After all, you can't stop looking at them."

Jenny couldn't be sure whether she heard or misheard.

She realized it didn't matter.

She couldn't stop looking.

The pendant was so warm, hot, so green and vibrant, and the heat seared Jenny's fingertips.

For a moment, a short moment Jenny couldn't begin to understand, she ceased to exist.

The green mist engulfed her entirely, and she became a part of the green vapor, swirling as it swirled, blowing as it blew until only the green bird remained solid, flying in the center of the green nebula, it alone solid and enduring. Then the golden eye winked, and Jenny became herself again, standing in front of a bemused Tara, softly stroking the jade pendant, while her other hand no longer held the silver heart but was clutching her own breast, grasping her tit under her blue dress and rubbing her hard, hard nipple.

Her nipples were so hard.

They poked from the thick cotton of her bra and from the thinner fabric of her blue dress.

"You shouldn't have worn a bra," Tara said. "I know it's uncomfortable for you. It's okay to take it off."

Tara turned and continued walking, leaving Jenny to struggle with a frail doubt.

"You really should take it off before you meet my mother. I know she'd appreciate it."

Tara turned around to see Jenny struggling with the back of her dress.

So naughty.

So very naughty.

"Do you need help?"

Jenny looked at Tara pitifully, tears watering in her eyes.

"Please. Help me. I. I don't know what's happening to me."

"Of course I'll help you. Turn around."

Tara took a couple of steps towards her guest, turned her around with both arms, unzipped the back of Jenny's dress, pulled her dress off her shoulders, and unclasped the bra, smoothly stroking Jenny's skin with her fingertips.

"There," she said, "you should be able to struggle out of that now."

Soon Jenny managed to shuffle out of her bra, and Tara zipped her dress back up, running her palms flat across Jenny's shoulders.

Jenny's heart pounded in her chest.

A voice, far down inside, muffled by leagues of green mist, shouted at her to leave, but Jenny paid it no attention.

She'd been helped, and she realized Tara was right.

She did feel better without the bra.

Her nipples poked like small marbles from her dress, and Tara watched her tits jiggle as she walked.

Suddenly Tara drew Jenny to her side, embracing her with her arm around her waist as she led her to the dining room.

IV

Jenny wasn't sure whether Tara's mother wasn't the most stunning woman she had ever seen.

The moment Jenny entered the dining room she knew she was lost.

It was all so shocking, so new, so different, so outrageous, that she knew, somewhere deep down inside, that she should use whatever remained of her inner strength and flee.

But not enough of her inner strength remained, and she floated rather than walked in green clouds of lust billowing and emanating from Tara's gorgeous body -- and from the green bird flying before them, leading Jenny to an undiscovered country, to where Tara had already prepared a way.

Her tits were so hard, Jenny's tits. Her nipples exploded from her dress, threatening to poke holes in the blue fabric, and she jutted her chest forward, awkward but proud in her new.

Her new world.

Her brave new world.

Tara had said she liked them.

Just before entering the dining room, she told her so.

"Your tits are so pretty, Jenny. I really like them. I'm so glad you're going to let us all see them. Stick your chest out a little. You should be proud of them."

Then she pushed her guest forward through the wide arch leading to the dining room.

"After all, it's a brave new world for you."

***

The first thing Jenny noticed was Emily. Rather, what she noticed was what looked to be a long, wide tube of water in blue-tinted glass. Emily had her mouth jammed against the opening while holding a lighter at the bottom of the tube. Jenny had no idea what the girl was doing. Then she heard a loud bubbling. Emily pulled away from the tube in a sweet cloud of smoke, coughing and laughing.

She looked up at a puzzled Jenny, still grinning.

Her red eyes were slits.

"Dude," she said before breaking out into a fit of laughter.

She held the tube out to Jenny.

"Ear," she said, her voice oddly strained and compressed.

Kristin sat right next to her.

She was grinning, too.

"Girl. Emily is such a weed freak. She totally gets high all the time. I bet you didn't know that, did you?"

Jenny shook her head slowly, not really comprehending what she saw.

Emily? Weed? Did that mean? Marijuana? Emily smoked marijuana? Since when?

She felt someone's hand on her butt, sliding her hand across the top of her rise, moving over both sides of butt. She wanted to move away from the hand, but she heard Tara breathing softly into her ear.