This is my second true account of sexual exploration in Grand Rapids, Michigan, during the late 1970's and early1980's. Jenny was a young woman who lived above me in 1979. She was introduced in a previous story, titled "Visiting Jenny". Jenny and I had become good friends, co-workers, and lovers. She was about 5'5" and 115 pounds. She was athletic looking without being muscular; possessing modest B cup breasts, and a trim, but not thin, torso. She was open to sexual suggestion...even provocative. It was this trait that brought her to the attention of a good friend of mine, a college professor. Jenny and I had visited him for brief moments as we were running errands or just hanging out together.
Jack was 6'5", 240 lbs, with black/gray hair, smooth faced, and very good looking. He was a bachelor and dated a variety of attractive young women, including some co-eds from the college, though not students in his psychology department. I got to know him, as a student and kept contact with him after graduation. We went back far enough to trust each other's judgment and keep each other's secrets. For example, Jack kept a ring binder with one or two personal photos of nearly every girl he ever dated. He would use a Polaroid camera and, with their permission, managed to capture a fair number nude. I was the only living person, other than himself, who knew this binder existed. After recent dates, I would ask to see the binder and was amazed at the virtual parade of his dates, most of whom seemed to lack inhibitions.
I have given some of Jack's background to help you see Jenny's attraction to him. He had a nice townhouse and was a very good host. She laughed at his jokes and seemed very comfortable when we stopped to see him. During the Christmas holidays of 1979, we had occasion to socialize with Jim and his dates.
Jack had a theory about seduction that seemed to work; don't talk about sex, just convey confidence in her willingness to be sexual and give her the opportunity. Jack never asked for sex. For example, it was typical of him to entertain dates at his home. He would share some wine with his date, play music, smoke some grass, and later in the evening, slow dance with her. At some point, he would tell his date that he was "going upstairs to the bedroom" and invite her to come along, never even implying that sex would ensue. Many of his dates simply agreed. Some questioned him about what he meant. He would respond that he, a man of his considerable height, had a back that was "more comfortable on the bed at this time of the evening." At that point, some women paused and agreed, while some dates balked. He cordially explained to the unwilling that he needed to lie down and offered to walk them to their car or take them home. However, more often than not, his date would agree to go upstairs. Jack would bring the wine, turn down the lights in the living room and climb the stairs behind his date. His bed was king size and dominated the bedroom.
As they entered the room, there were several courses of action depending on her level of anxiety about being there. He might just turn on a TV show and recline with her on the bed, if she seemed very nervous, and slowly grow more affectionate with her. However, in most cases, he would walk to the far side of the room and partially disrobe. His date would watch him and quickly understand, or at least suspect, why she was there. Remarkably, it was typical for these young women to follow his lead, and also remove some or all of there clothing. When he first shared this strategy with me, I surmised that many dates would leave in a fury... feeling disrespected. However, that was not his norm. Jack's dates generally saw disrobing as reasonable. Some were genuinely hot and eager for fucking. Others focused on being available for petting, but planned to rebuff serious sexual overtures. The latter, soon succumbed to the sensual nature of being nearly naked with a good looking man on a big bed. This pattern, never worked for me, but proved to be very successful for him. On occasions, when I was visiting with a date or sometimes alone, there might even be an invitation to go upstairs with him and his date. I had shared several women with him.
Once, however, Jenny was my date and he had none. It is that evening that I want to share with you. In my previous episode, "Visiting Jenny", the cute little 20 something had conveyed to me that she fantasized about having a threesome. It had been four weeks, since we first hooked up. She was now very familiar with and shared my penchant for erotica. I approached her about possibly making a video tape of us during sex. This was an era when personal video cassette cameras were just being introduced. Porn rental tapes were not commonly available in conservative Grand Rapids. She understood that such a tape would be very exciting for us to watch repeatedly. She was more than willing; she was eager. In ensuing discussions, we decided that we really needed a natural, attractive, setting with good lighting. The later was particularly important in those years because the imaging mechanism was crude compared to today. It was common for low light images to look washed out, even black and white. So, unless we wanted studio lights in my cramped bedroom, we needed a modern, well-lighted setting. I suggested Jack's townhouse. She reflected on the idea and asked if he would need to be there. I slyly said, "a camera man would facilitate zooms, focus adjustments, and more facial expressions." Her mouth turned up in a slight smile and her eyebrows raised. I took that as a comfort statement and said I would set it up.
On the appointed evening, there was a knock at the door and Jenny waited for me in the hallway. She was as dressed up as I had ever seen, wearing a white and black print dress of medium length. The stylish dress, accenting black patent leather belt, and modest makeup made her look more sophisticated than her age might imply. I brought the tripod and camera case on our little adventure.
Jack had prepared some finger food and wine. When he opened the door to us, his jaw dropped, and then he whistled. Jenny had made an impression. She was obviously flattered by all the attention to her appearance. We all knew why we were there, but time was needed to grow comfortable. The food, wine, and lighthearted sharing of the week's events all helped, not to mention several hits on a joint. Jenny was not a big smoker and quickly got an obvious buzz. Within an hour, it seemed to me that we were all ready to get started. But, I wanted to give Jenny a last chance to back out, so I announced to my friends that unless someone objected, I would go set up the camera. She giggled and I could see a clear flush at her neckline, but there was no objection. I went up to the bedroom and placed the tripod at the foot of the bed. I selected a focal distance of about eight feet from the center point, beside Jack's TV where I attached cables, so that we could see what images were being recorded. This was important because of the lighting issue. The camera had black and white monitor eyepiece. We needed the TV to assure that the lighting revealed our proper flesh tones. As I finished, I noticed that the muted conversation from downstairs had grown silent. I crept to the middle of the stairs and peered through the railing. Jack and Jenny were seated on the couch. They were deep in a French kiss and one of his hands was gripping her panty-hosed thigh, under her dress.
I rustled at the top of the stairs and heavily began stepping down. Jenny got up from the couch immediately, picked up some dishes and quickly went into the kitchen. Not being really clear on my feelings about Jack hitting on Jenny, I began to clear the dishes from the coffee table, too. As I returned from the kitchen, Jenny was standing at the side of the refrigerator, facing away from me, and seemed to be buttoning the top of her dress. As she turned back toward me, I noted that her face and neck were quite pink and she didn't look directly at me. I was somewhat reassured by, what I took to be her guilt, but, also noted that it could be arousal, as well. She was out of the kitchen quickly and busied herself with retrieving the glasses. She put the wine goblets on the counter, turned to me and said, "I kissed Jack," as she looked away, "and I need to know if you still want to do this."
I replied, "I know...I guess I want you to be comfortable with him seeing us. If that means you are also, attracted to him...well, so be it. He is a good friend and I trust him to respect my relationship with you. So, yeah, I do want to do this." This reply was vague enough to be interpreted into differing meanings, my intention, because I really was not sure of myself.
She said, "Good, because I am sooo horny, I want to attack you right here!" She embraced me and, as her lips touched mine, her tongue extended into my own. She reached down to rub my now stiff cock and she added, "Lord, I have to get that into me."
I took her hand, led her through the living room, and up the stairs. Jim had already gone upstairs and was using the bathroom. He came out as we passed and Jenny ducked into it.
As we filed into the bedroom, Jack as usual, went to the far side of the bed and began to disrobe. He stopped at his shorts and shirt, as we both awaited Jenny. I had stepped behind the camera to be sure that with the touch of a button, the camera/recorder would whir into action. Soon, Jenny emerged and said to me with a smile, "Your turn." I pushed the record trigger on a whim and left the room. Nothing on this early model camera signaled to the other two that the camera was running. The picture on the TV was the same whether recording or not.
The rest of this story is taken directly from the actual video tape of that evening. Though it is now lost, destroyed a decade later by my, now ex-wife, not Jenny. I watched it so many times in the interim that I have the events virtually memorized. It was quite possibly the most erotic tape I have ever seen....much less actually videoed. Though, I was now out of the room, the tape was recording events as I was busy in the bathroom. Off to the right and rear of the camera's center frame beside the bed, Jenny reached under her skirt, and lowered her pantyhose by shimmying back and forth, until the hose were gathered at her feet. She lifted them in a bundle, untangled them, and laid them on a chair seat. She glanced at her small image on the TV, then over in Jack's direction across the bed. She silently turned away, and began to unbutton her dress. She opened the top, then crossed her arms to pull the pretty dress over her head. Jenny straightened her dress and laid it carefully over the back of the chair. The room was still completely silent. She then slid her black, lacy panties down her legs and laid them aside. She came into the frame by walking on her knees to the center of the bed, kneeling and sitting straight back on her legs. She paused to again look at herself on the screen. She gazed at herself, reached up to her bra straps, and pulled them off her shoulders. Then, she pulled the garment down to her tummy, twisted it around so that the clasp was in front, unhooked her bra and tossed it on the chair.
Jenny was sexy and very self-aware. Her breasts were moonlight white, youthful and extended away from her chest, making a malleable handful. Her aureoles were puffy and smooth, but, the nipple tips were beginning to pucker. There were impressions on her breasts from the constraint of the bra. Jenny, unconsciously, rubbed her them to help remove the creases.
"Could you put this over there for me?" she asked Jack and gestured to the chair with her handful of her things. Jack reached into frame to take the underwear and passed in front of the camera. That put Jack's white brief-covered ass right in the camera's eye. We always chuckled with delight when we got to this part of the tape. It was more funny than sexy, but Jack did have a firm butt, with no sagging. It was clear as Jack left the frame that Jenny was watching his front, however.
As he deposited the clothing, Jenny flashed a look to the bathroom door, and gestured for Jack. His head and neck were out of the frame, but his torso paused at the side of the bed. Jenny scooted over to him and pulled his briefs down. He was flaccid. She took his flesh in her hand and smiled up at him with a glazed look in her eyes, as she pumped his firming penis back and forth. Then, she rubbed his dick on her face and licked it just once from balls to tip. A sudden intake of breath from Jack, could be heard plainly, in the silent room.
