Jenny Ch. 01

Almost at once, I realized that I was naked, and, by the feeling of skin on skin, she was as well. Even worse, I had a monster erection, which was currently nestled between her ass cheeks. How did this happen? The last I remembered, she was asleep down on the couch. Alarmed as I was at the thought of this young girl, my youngest daughter's best friend, sleeping naked in my bed, I also could not help feeling great pleasure at the contact of our two bodies. I had not woken in this way in, well, I could not even remember when the last time was. I knew that I should move away and get dressed, but could not help but linger, enjoying the intimate moment. Her breathing was regular, so I assumed that she was still asleep, so I relaxed and held her close for a bit longer, breathing in her scent, relishing in her warmth. My cock felt like iron, and was also enjoying the contact, pulsing with readiness.

After awhile, I also realized that my bladder was more than full, and knew that I would have to get up. I tried to slowly separate from Jenny, hoping to not wake her, but when I tried to lift my arm from around her, I felt her tighten her grip. "Please don't go." she said. "I haven't been held like this for so long. Let me enjoy it for awhile longer."

"Besides," she said, wriggling her butt against my erection, "you seem to be enjoying this as well."

"Jenny, you have no idea how long it has been for me as well, and, yes, I am more than happy to snuggle with a beautiful, naked girl, but my bladder is going to burst any moment now if I don't get to the bathroom." She giggled, and I managed to separate myself, throw on a rob, and head for the door. It took me awhile, as my erection would not cooperate and let me pee. I finally got in the shower and cleaned up, resisting the urge to jack off to relieve myself. When my erection finally faded, I emptied my bladder, got dressed, and headed back to the bedroom.

Jenny was also up by now, having pulled on the t-shirt and boxers that I had given her last night, and she bee lined to the bathroom as soon as I was out. I made the bed, and headed down to the kitchen. By the time she came down, I had a breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast on the table.

We both attacked the breakfast like we were starving, with no conversation interrupting our task. When the food was all gone and our hunger only partially sated, I brought out some bananas, apples, and grapes. I finished first, and sat back to watch her. I remembered this from her time at our house back in happier days. Jenny eats with, shall we say, enthusiasm. I have never seen anyone eat quite like her. She attacks her food like a predator, and is not the least bit picky. She eats whatever is put in front of her, and enjoys every meal like it is her first, or last. Most kids today are very limited in the foods that they will eat, but not Jenny. I always enjoyed watching her eat, and did so now. When she finally slowed down enough to notice my attention, she blushed.

"I'm sorry, I eat like a pig. Jason, my ex boyfriend, wouldn't even eat with me, saying that I reminded him of a starving wolf. He said that was why I was so fat and ugly."

"Well, Jason is an idiot, so who cares what he thinks?" I said. "You eat like someone who enjoys her meal, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that, especially now, when you are eating for two. Besides, you are not fat, and never have been. You have always been a very beautiful girl."

"Then why have I always been so big? Out of our group of friends growing up, I was always the biggest. How much does Sarah weigh, 120? I weighed 150 even before I got pregnant. Jason was right! I am fat and ugly!" I could see the tears beginning to form, and the last thing I wanted for Jenny was to have her crying her eyes out again.

"Jenny, you are several inches taller than Sarah, and have a bigger frame. So many girls today look like starving models, nothing more than skeletons with skin. Speaking as a guy, many of us simply do not find that anorexic look attractive. Girls are supposed to have curves, and be soft to the touch, not bony. I heard Sarah several times say how much she envied your figure, especially your, uh, breasts. Many girls pay thousands of dollars to get breasts like yours. You should be proud of your figure." I was a bit uncomfortable talking to her about her figure, but in reality I had fantasized about her many times in the past. She was built like a plus sized super model, tall and stacked.

Jenny giggled, and her tears were gone. "Yeah, I remember the other girls all being jealous of my boobs." She said with a new sparkle in her eyes. "I started filling out long before the others, and nothing gets a boys attention more than a nice rack! Even Sarah, as pretty and popular as she was, was jealous of the attention that I could get just by forgetting to wear a bra. I even remember you gawking at them a time or two." Now the sparkle in her eye was obvious, even with her bruises and cuts.

"Ouch! Was I that obvious? Out of all the girls that Sarah brought over to the house, you were the one that caught my eye. Of course, you being my daughter's best friend, I tried hard to be discrete." I said, blushing.

"Oh, you were always the perfect gentleman, no matter how hard I tried to get your attention. Didn't you ever wonder why I never wore a bra when at your house? Why I wore such skimpy little outfits? I had the biggest crush on you. Even Sarah noticed, teasing me about having the hots for her dad. I guess you were the only father figure that I had growing up, and I couldn't help but be attracted to you. You were everything that my father and step dad were not." Now she was the one blushing, while I was wide eyed with astonishment.

"Now, when you are finally single and available, I am fat, beat up, and ugly!" Now, she did start crying again, and got up and fled the room. I sat for a moment, bewildered, before following her out of the kitchen. I caught up with her in the living room, lying on the couch sobbing. I sat beside her, placing my hand on her shoulder in an attempt to calm her down. My mind raced, trying to come up with the words to heal the hurt that she was feeling. She had practically grown up in my home, was almost a daughter to me, and her distress was taking its toll on me. Increasing my inner turmoil was a growing attraction to this beautiful but fragile young lady.

"Jenny, I know that the men in your life have been Grade A assholes, but please believe me when I say that you are now, and always have been, a beautiful girl. Your scars and bruises will heal, but even they cannot hide your personality, wit and charm. Most men would be proud to have you at their side, and the fact that your boyfriend, father, and step dad could not see that just shows what blind fools they really are. Please don't cry. They are all gone from your life now, and can no longer hurt you. I will not let them, and I will never desert you or allow any harm to come to you."

I was trying to console her, but after two years of emotional numbness, my heart was breaking for what this poor girl had been through. I had watched her grow from a little girl to a beautiful young woman, only now to come to me scarred from her misfortune with the men in her life. At that moment, I would have sold my soul to lessen her pain.

Jenny sat up, her eyes red and puffy from crying, not to mention blackened and bruised from her ordeal. She looked into my eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity or deception, a mixture of longing and fear on her face. If my eyes and face mirrored what I was feeling, she saw only sincerity and concern for her looking back at her. After an extended moment of feeling like she was peering deep into my soul, I saw her face relax, and she once again fell into my arms, but this time no longer crying. She simply wanted to be held and comforted, hardly a burdensome task. I held her, letting her draw comfort and strength from my embrace. After a bit, she relaxed and sat back up.

"I know that you are trying to make me feel better, and I really appreciate your kindness. You were always there for me when I was growing up, and now you are here for me again. I guess that I have always loved you, but now I have no doubt. I know that I am just a little girl to you, running to you crying with a skinned knee like I used to, but I want you to know that my feelings for you are genuine. No matter what happens, I will always love you." Jenny leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. Not a kiss of lust, but not a quick peck either. When she withdrew, I sat stunned. She must have seen that on my face as well, as she giggled nervously.

"Don't worry, I know that you don't feel that way about me. I just wanted you to know how I felt." she said. "I am not naive enough to believe that you could ever feel attraction to me, not like I feel for you."

"Jenny, I do have feelings for you, but at the moment they are in conflict. You are almost a daughter to me, yet there is more than that. Forgive me, but I will need some time to sort all of this out. The last thing I want to do is cause you more hurt." That much was true. I was in turmoil, with feelings of fatherly protection and love battling with lust and desire. After two years of emotional void, I was nearing overload.

"Well, could we at least go get my things? Or, would you rather that I just continue to run around in your underwear?" she said, with a mischievous grin.

"Yes, I think I can handle that. Let me call Susan and make sure that it is OK to go back to your old apartment." I pulled Susan's card out of my wallet and dialed the number. Susan answered, and I quickly explained what we needed to do. She was off duty, but agreed to meet us there in an hour.

When we arrived, Susan was already there. I waited outside while the two of them went inside to gather Jenny's belongings. It did not take long, as she had little to gather. They came out with a suitcase full of clothes, with the rest stuffed into a couple of trash bags. Besides clothes, Jenny had grabbed a few family pictures, a lamp that her mother had given her, and a small box of jewelery and personal things. After two years with the lout, that was all that she had. While Jenny put the stuff in the truck, I thanked Susan for her help, and then we headed back home.

As we made the drive back out of town, I broached a subject that had been on my mind.

"Jenny, I don't know what your boyfriend said, and quite frankly don't really care, but you must realize that few men feel the way he did. Many of us believe that a woman is never more beautiful, more desirable, than when she is pregnant. You are not fat, or ugly. That baby growing inside you only reinforces your femininity." I have always been attracted to the pregnant form, but was trying to express that in a way to make her feel better about herself without making me out as some sort of dirty old man.

"I have heard that, but have never understood why any man would be attracted to a pregnant woman." she said. "When my boyfriend started calling me ugly and fat, I guess it just reinforced what I was already feeling. Men are so focused on skinny women, something I never was. I was always self conscious about my size, and when I started to show it just got worse. I felt that no man would ever find me attractive again."

She paused and looked at me. "Why would a man find a pregnant woman attractive?" she asked.

"Well, I suppose that men are attracted to pregnant women for a variety of reasons. If you think about it, pregnancy exaggerates the female form. The breasts get bigger, the hips get wider. It is almost like someone turns up the dial on what makes a woman feminine. Add to that the hormonal changes, and many men find pregnant women irresistible."

"Hormonal changes? What do you mean?" she asked, looking puzzled.

"Well, some believe that pregnant women release pheromones to help keep their mate close. I don't know about that, but I do know that at least some women get extremely horny when they are pregnant. Perhaps that changes their behavior, signaling their receptiveness in some sort of subliminal manner. Perhaps some men just are more tuned to that." I explained.

She rode quietly for awhile, lost in thought. Finally, she said "That explains a lot. The last few months, I have thought constantly about sex, which only increased my frustration. I was feeling both horny and unattractive at the same time. No wonder I was a mess." Again, she drifted off into quiet thought.

"Are you one of those men?" She asked after awhile. "Do you find pregnant women attractive?"

Now it was my turn to feel uncomfortable. I decided to go with honesty.

"Yes. I have always been attracted to pregnant women, going back to when I was a kid. Some of the best sex that Lisa and I ever had came when she was pregnant."

After that, Jenny rode in thoughtful silence the rest of the way home.

We got back home in time for lunch. While Jenny was putting her things away, I rummaged in the kitchen for something to eat. I came up with some left over fried chicken, potato salad, chips, and fruit. I laid all of this out on the kitchen table just as Jenny came back down the stairs, dressed now in shorts and a loose, sleeveless top. Of course, she was not wearing a bra, and she smiled when she noticed me looking. We both sat down at the table and dug in.

"That's another thing about being pregnant." she said. "I am hungry all the time, and everything tastes so much better." She said this with her mouth full, as she was attacking her meal with her usual enthusiasm.

"Have you had any cravings?" I asked, enjoying my meal and a show.

She paused to swallow a massive bite of chicken. "Oh, wow, have I ever! I have this particular fantasy about riding on top while...Oh, you mean food cravings! I'm sorry. Must be those hormones again! No, other than being hungry all the time, I don't crave anything in particular." She delivered this with a perfectly straight face, but then giggled when she saw me smile. It was great to see her relax back into the old personality that I remembered.

After we finished, she took the dishes to the sink, washed them, and put them away. I sat at the table, watching, enjoying the scene of domesticity. When I noticed that she was wearing no shoes, I had to chuckle. She noticed, and turned to see what I found so funny. "Bare foot, pregnant, and in the kitchen. Every man's fantasy." I said. I managed to catch the wet dish rag just short of my face.

After the large lunch, I was feeling drowsy, and yawned. Jenny tried unsuccessfully to not follow suit. I said "I could use a nap. How about you?"

"Boy, could I. I haven't slept well in ages." I held out my hand, which she immediately filled with her own. I escorted her up the stairs to my bedroom, where we stretched out on the bed. She quickly snuggled up against me, so that we ended up spooned like the night before. I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close. Within moments, her breathing slowed as she drifted off to sleep.

Although tired myself, I lay awake for awhile, enjoying the closeness. This also gave me some time to think, as I was in a quandary. I could not deny that I liked Jenny, and was very attracted to her. I was also very aware of our age difference. How much of my attraction was due to her vulnerability? I wanted to protect her, care for her, heal her pain. I could understand feeling that way, and saw no reason to deny those urges. Certainly she deserved to be cared for after all she had been through.

What had me worried were the other feelings that were simmering just below the surface. I wanted to do more than just care for her. I wanted her, lusted for her, as I had for no woman since Lisa. That was my problem. In her fragile state, she might very well accept sex with me out of gratitude for coming to her rescue, but I could easily do more harm to her wounded psyche, and I could never forgive myself if that happened. Besides, after so long alone, what I really wanted was a relationship, someone to love, and to love me back. How could that ever be, given our differences in age?

While still pondering this, I drifted off to sleep as well. For two hours, we slept in our embrace.

Jenny awoke first, confused and frightened from waking in a strange place. Once she remembered where she was, she smiled contentedly and pulled my arm closer about her. This woke me as well, and I returned the hug. My hand was across her belly, and I could not resist rubbing and stroking her baby bump. She reacted by wriggling even closer to me, pressing her body up against mine almost from head to toe. She also pulled up her shirt, giving me free access to her swollen abdomen. What is it about stroking a pregnant belly that is so irresistible, so arousing? I immediately became hard, which she responded to by rubbing her ass against my groin. We both moaned from the contact, and she rolled over to face me, bringing her lips to mine for a kiss.

Jenny kissed like she ate, with great enthusiasm, putting her entire body and soul into the act. When she pulled back, I was breathing hard, and any doubts I had were gone. Even if I had wanted to stop, I don't think she would have allowed it. Jenny took control, pulling off my shirt and throwing it off the bed. Next, she pushed me onto my back, and proceeded to undo my belt and pull off my pants, taking my underwear with them. These also ended up on the floor, and she looked at me with an animal passion, a wildness in her face that I had never seen before.

Standing up on the bed, she pulled her top over her head and cast it aside, followed by her shorts. For a moment, she stood over me, now completely naked, and with that feral look in her eyes. One hand strayed down and rubbed her already swollen and wet pussy, stroking her fingers along her opening. After a moment, she moved her hand up to her mouth and licked the juices off her fingers, all the while keeping her eyes locked to mine. My cock twitched, and I swear that I had to concentrate to keep from cuming on the spot.

With a slow grace, Jenny straddled my body, giving me a wonderful view of her pussy, now open and ready, with a full patch of brown hair above, her extended belly, her breasts with huge, dark areola, and her face, still bruised and battered, but with unmistakable lust showing in her features. Kneeling down, she positioned her body over mine, and commenced rubbing her very wet pussy up and down my cock, flattening it against my abdomen. Looking down, I watched her lips separate, wrapping around my shaft, as her pussy slid along my shaft.

Once again had to concentrate hard to keep from shooting my load at the erotic sight and sensations. She was now moaning, and picked up her pace, rubbing hard on my cock. I could now see her clitoris rubbing directly against my tool, faster and faster as she approached her peak. With a final moan, she climaxed, falling over onto me, seeking out my lips while she still continued her rubbing motion. Her climax lasted a full minute, with her kissing me passionately and still slowly rubbing against me. When she finally came down, she sat up and looked me in the eyes.

"Now you know what I was craving. I have fantasized about humping someone like that for years, but this was the first time I ever actually did it. How did it feel to be my first?" Jenny said, her voice husky and deep.

My mouth moved, but I had a hard time getting any words to come out. Finally, I just said "WOW!" as I could not find the words to express my feelings about what had just happened. Besides, while she had just had a massive orgasm, I was still hard as a rock, and desperate for my own release. Thrusting up with my now very wet midsection, I gave her a subtle hint.

"Now, your turn!" she said, raising up and directing my cock at her opening. Lowering herself down, she enveloped me in one smooth motion.