I met my Jenna a long time ago. At least I was aware of who she was long ago. Today Jenna is thirty-two, while I am forty-four. We are both from a very small town in west Texas. I had finished college and was in a family business. I have a degree in accounting and did about three years in Houston with one of the large firms. My family had told me that if I wanted, my talents could be put to use in the family business of farm and ranch supplies, hardware, clothing, etc.
In small towns, everyone knows everyone else. I had married for about two years after college. It did not work out. We both worked too much and never seemed to have time together. She called it off, but I was in agreement.
After I came back home to work in the family business, I was not really interested in looking for a long term relationship. I dated some, but generally just hung out at the regular small town social events. The first time I saw Jenna, she was at the local watering hole with her friend.
She was only about 5'-2". I had seen them both a few times in town. Jenna always wore jeans, boots and a very loose bulky shirt. She either wore a cowboy hat or a feed store ball cap. She never made much of an impression on me and I am sure others. Later on I saw them at a county stock show. She wore some better fitting jeans, good boots and an undershirt covered with a western shirt. The shirt was tighter fitting and was open showing the great view of her magnificent breasts until it buttoned just below bust level.
She finished high school and went to junior college about forty miles away. When she was nineteen, I met her at the local honkey tonk and shared a few beers with her and friends just like everyone did there in the country. She was a very pretty girl but did not make much use of her beauty. She usually wore jeans and starched western shirts. Everyone could see that she was well endowed, but with her downdressed style, you could not get a good feel for just how large her breasts were. Her hips were full but not fat. I guess being rather short and wearing that unattractive clothing all the time made her look dumpy to the casual observer.
The real beauty queens of the county dressed to the nines for the club and really showed some skin. Jenna dressed like a tomboy and wore almost no makeup ever.
The way we got together was a series of coincidences. The first time I spent time alone with her, I was hanging out at the club and one of her friends was leaving with her boyfriend and asked around if anyone could take Jenna home. Somehow I got volunteered and agreed to drop her off at her parent's home. We got talking on the way to her house and eventually she asked why I was not married. I explained that I was divorced. She said that she knew that, but wondered why I had never re-married. I did not know how to respond, so I just told her that the right girl had not come along.
I took this as a chance to ask her about her relationships. She told me that all the high school boys had wanted was to touch her breasts the first time they got a chance and that she wasn't into that adolescent huggy kissy stuff. I told her that she was very attractive and asked her why she dressed like a ranch hand. She laughed rather ironically and said that her father was a real hard ass and thought that her "assets" were gross. Her step mother was not much better when it came to girl things. She said that she felt ugly all the time.
This really upset me thinking of how cruel parents can be while supposedly looking out for the good of the child. Here was a beautiful young woman looking to bloom and no one to encourage it. Jenna said that she knew the rumors that worked around town about her. Some said she was a lesbian, but no one could find any evidence other than that she did not have a boyfriend.
When we got to her house, she thanked me for the ride and was about to get out of my car. On a chance, I asked if she would like to have dinner with me one evening after she got out of class. She seemed a little surprised. She asked why I would want to go out with her. I almost chickened out. I told her that I thought she was interesting and I wanted to get to know her. Then she remarked that we would most definitely need to meet somewhere where the local gossips would not find out. I told her that was fine, but that she should not worry about anyone else. She was a grown young woman and was entitled to a life of her own.
The following week I called her and set up a date after her late classes. We had a nice early dinner at a reasonably nice restaurant. What I noticed especially was that she wore a dress and makeup. The dress was almost to her knees and had a blousy top that camouflaged her large breasts as much as possible. Her shoes were a flat comfortable style. She was pretty but not very fashionable.
