Jenny's Loving Man Ch. 04

CHAPTER 4: Jacob Loves a Woman

by thestepfordgirl

After the biggest breakfast he had ever eaten, Jacob got the tour of the building from Clem. He had brought the girls' bags up to the two spare bedrooms they kept upstairs. Jacob would be staying in the house next door, half to help finish repairing it, half probably because these religious country folk probably didn't like the idea of young people sleeping in the same building. Not that Kimi wasn't cute, but Jacob had never really lusted after her in that way. It was just kinda frustrating that they assume that just because he's a single 20 year old, he must be some kind of horndog who can't control himself around cute women. Though that only reminded him of how he had shut down at the sight of the waitress. She may have been the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The little smile she gave him and the brief glance she'd given him from the corner of her eye was playing over and over on repeat in his brain.

The thin two story house needed a paint job, certainly. Inside was a small den, already furnished. A kitchen and dining corner in the back of the house by the door. Upstairs were 3 little bedrooms, one bigger one, his, fortunately. One of the bedrooms already had a recliner and a desk in it. Jacob quietly thanked God, at least these people knew what a study looked like, he might have a chance to get some reading done out here.

"Not much else here. After ya get all settled in, you can take a look at the shed out back, see if ya got all the tools y'need." Clem listed off a few of the jobs Jacob could help around town with and gave him the phone number of the church if he needed more direction. With that, he left. The man seemed nice enough, though he wondered what they fed them out here, that guy was huge. He had noticed Kimi ogling him over breakfast that morning, which seemed typical of her. He had never understood how his demure sister roomed with the school bicycle.

******

Jacob kicked his shoes off at the door after coming back from town. The shed was surprisingly well stocked for how old the outside looked, he had just had to go get a particular saw but he would be able to get working in the morning on the McDermitt barn. Jacob continued pondering as he put his coat away into the closet. The guy from the church he had met with, preacher Dean or something, seemed nice. His ceiling needed some leaks patched up. It felt reassuring to find a guy in Blossom Valley who wasn't built like a tank. And he clearly read, considering his job, so he looked forward to maybe having someone to talk to while he stayed in homunculi country. Jacob was too lost in thought to notice Robin sitting in the kitchenette.

"Hello," came her quiet, sing songy voice. Jacob almost jumped out of his socks. "Ohmygosh! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!" She waved her hands out and blushed.

"Oh, oh it's you, from the diner this morning," Jacob put a hand over his chest trying to regain his composure. It wasn't working well. He wasn't surprised anymore but he was still terrified in the way any young man gets in front of a beautiful girl. "What do I... um, why are you, uh, here?" Jacob struggled trying to find a way to sound polite but look casual but look polite and sound casual and was it hot in there? Where were his hands supposed to go?

"Oh, did Uncle Clem not tell you?" Her voice lilted up a little from her seductive contralto. "This is where I live, I have the bedroom next to yours. Do you want something to eat?" Jacob only now noticed all the food on the small table. He was starving actually. Robin continued as he pulled out the only other chair, "Clem cooks too much and I always end up with a lot of the leftovers from the day's work. Have as much as you like."

Jacob was struck with how casually she spoke to him. He was so used to any girl that looked like her to be stuck up or standoffish. It was like she could hardly care that she was a walking wet dream.

Jacob quickly got over his anxiety of eating in front of her, her appearance may have been angelic but she dove into all the food like a starving dog. Well, she still had good table manners, but Jacob was having trouble figuring out where all this food went.

Robin broke the masticating silence after awhile and asked Jacob all about school and what he did. Even as she offered to do all the dishes, Jacob made sure to help her as she continued her line of questioning.

"So, you got you a girlfriend back home?" Jacob almost threw a plate. He managed to fit his eyes back into their sockets before she turned to face him. "A cute, smart guy like you must be fightin' off girls."

"Oh, haha, no." Jacob nervously responded. "I've never ah, I've been single for awhile."

"Whaat?" Robin giggled. Fuck, that giggle almost buckled Jacob's knees. "I will never understand those city girls." She dug in a little harder into the plate she was scrubbing. "They get a handsome boy and don't appreciate it. I think any girl out here'd love a nice boy like you." What Twilight Zone episode had Jacob walked into? He needed to get out of the situation to figure out if he was about to get bodysnatched or something. He quickly dried his hands and mumbled something about being tired and needing to shower and bolted up the stairs.

*******

The alarm blared, Jacob was barely awake enough to find it and turn it off. Though awake enough to wonder why the hell he'd set it for 6 in the damn morning. He stumbled out of bed, telling himself today would be totally normal and that the crazy hot waitress was just a hallucination yesterday. Probably carbon monoxide poisoning or something in the car made him trip.

It was not a hallucination. As he went to go to the bathroom, the door opened before he touched it and out stepped Robin. The rest of her body as glistening wet as her green eyes. Her blonde hair a mess falling down her back, and a towel barely big enough to wrap around her enormous cleavage. "Mornin!" sang the cheery, unabashed girl as she stepped past Jacob and into her bedroom. Jacob really needed this to be a hallucination.

The wet dream continued as Jacob made his way downstairs to find Robin setting breakfast out on the table. Blonde hair back up in side braids and in a flannel shirt that was mercifully buttoned down this time. The cold weather probably getting to her. Though she could still barely manage to button the poor thing, the button directly below her bust doing its damnedest to hold the strain.

"I hope you like it, I'm not quite the cook my Uncle Clem is, but I hope this is good enough." Jacob wouldn't dare insult her self esteem and dug right in, but it wasn't just as good, it was much better.

"Robin, this is delicious, what are you talking about?" Jacob smiled through a mouthful. Robin was so glad she had her back turned, she was blushing and felt the strangest rush of wetness soak her panties as he said it. What was happening to her? This boy shows up and she falls all over herself to show off for him and wait on him, she must look like Jenny, waiting on a man hand and foot. Oh Lord, that just made it even worse, the idea of looking more like Jenny. She needed to get out before she lost it.

"Thanks, sweetie, you're way too kind!" Robin quickly wiped herself down and went to escape the kitchen. "Sorry to head out, but I gotta get into the diner early this mornin' for some, uh, cleaning the grill!" Without even letting her brain process her actions, she bent down and gave Jacob a wet peck on the cheek and ran for the door before he could react.

But he would be reacting all day. The constant half-erection he had when she was around turned into pine tree in his pants in an instant. Jacob awkwardly cleaned up, shuffling around the most powerful erection known to man, replaying the situation over and over trying to make sense of the girl.

Robin was also playing the situation over and over as well. In the bathroom of the diner, with her cutoffs on the floor, hand buried in her cunt. Squealing her brains out.

******

The strange song and dance continued for a few days, Jacob would come home exhausted from building the McDermitt barn or repairing the church roof. It had thankfully gotten a little easier, Robin was still blindingly beautiful and no amount of will power could prevent Jacob from staring at her ass every time she bent over, but he had learned to maneuver normally with the new steel support beam stuffed into his pants. This morning, he woke straight up from bed before his alarm. Getting up, he noticed something, he had actually packed on some muscle. Or maybe he had just lost weight and it looked weird. He could see some definition in his upper arms and his chest had a particular lack of man boob. If the sexy nightmare his life had become was still happening, this was obviously some kind of Freudian hallucination of himself becoming the kind of jock he thought Robin would go after. Hopefully.

And then there was another weird change further down, his penis looked different. For starters, he generally didn't deal with morning wood but even when he did it never looked this... swollen. It curved upward and was thicker in the middle. And he couldn't totally tell why, but he just felt aware of his balls. Aware of their size, position... capacity? Jesus, this place was turning him crazy.

Robin patiently waited downstairs getting the table set just right for her breakfast with Jacob, her heart fluttered hoping she had gotten it right for him. She looked up expectantly when she heard him coming down the stairs. The sight before her was so satisfying, the Lord had taken her cooking and was using it to turn Jacob into an absolute dreamboat. She could see every bump of his developing biceps in his now too small shirt(Robin mentally fist pumped that she was bad at laundry and had shrunk his clothes yesterday). She struggled not to bite her lip staring at the budding pecs tenting his shirt.

"Morning!" Came his yummy voice, it sounded sweeter than her Aunt Millie's milk tasted. "Thank you so much for the good food, don't feel like you need to keep doing this."

Robin panicked a little, "Oh no no no, please, I love doing it. You're- you're such a sweet guy. I like making you breakfast. Here, I forgot your fork- OH!" She tripped on a floorboard and started to fall backwards. Jacob caught her and let her steady herself. Robin melted, she didn't need to stand upright anymore, she could just leave herself crumpled in his arms for the rest of the day. "Thank you," she half-moaned, half-whispered.

Jacob was just glad she didn't fall, but holding her like this, the appreciative look in her eyes, he felt this involuntary surge pulse through his dick. He felt so depended on. It felt really good.

*******

Jacob needed to get away and clear his head, things were just feeling strange. Luckily, he needed to spend the day down at the church helping board up the roof.

The repair was easy, though it was gonna take a while, the preacher kept him company and brought a few gallons of tea with the nails. Jacob called down from the ladder, "all that tea to wash down the nails or test the roof?"

Pastor Dean chuckled, "watch your mouth son, disrespecting the tea around here is kin to sacrilege." Once off the ladder and with a glass in his hand, Jacob remembered why, he had no idea what sugar or ecstasy pill they were mixing in with this tea but it was one of the best things he had ever tasted. He could practically feel it coursing through him and cooling off his muscles.

"Thank you," Jacob took another big gulp, "if you guys don't start selling this stuff at the supermarket, I might not be able to leave."

Dean gave the younger man a broad grin, "you found us out! Won't take too much to convince your girl back home to come join ya. Send her a bottle and she'll be packin' her bags in a minute hehe."

"There goes someone else," sighed Jacob, "you must be the fifth person to think I've got a girl back home." Jacob looked to the preacher for some kind of answer.

"Cause nobody 'round here believes a good lookin' boy like you ain't got a girl back home wrasslin' a bunch a little ones." Said a motherly voice coming from around the corner. A large belly appeared followed soon by the woman attached to it. Probably the preacher's wife, considering she was here on a Tuesday and looked ready to pop. Her belly tented out her yellow dress two feet in front of her and her mountainous, veiny breasts jiggled unkempt above it. Considering the pastor looked to be in his 40's, his wife must've either looked really good for her age or may have been a bit younger. The woman managed to waddle up to the working pair and gave her husband a deep, sensuous kiss right in front of the uncomfortable Jacob. Dean wrapped an arm around his wife's plump waist, quite obviously resting his hand on the top shelf of her bountiful ass.

"Jacob, this here's my third wife, Penelope. And she's right, a sweet, hard-working Christian boy like you oughta be taking your pick a girls. See son, God put us here to... 'go forth, and multiply'... in His name. In Blossom Valley, we teach men to take charge and help God further his mission. And we teach women to not be ashamed of the blessings He gives them, being ashamed of their beauty and their womanly needs would be like being ashamed of Him. Men produce the seed but women are blessed with that holy burden of growing God's flock inside them. And a virile young man like you oughta have your pick of the harvest if you wanted to"

He rubbed his hand across his wife's belly as they looked dreamily into each other's eyes for a moment. Jacob took a really big 'what in the hell am I supposed to say to this' gulp of the tea to escape the silence. The idea sounded nice, in a weird way. Why argue if girls out here found him attractive? Going from kissless virgin to Manly Man-stud, Conqueror of Pussy had a nice ring to it. But he could never think of women like that in real life, as pleasant of a fantasy it was, he treated women like people.

"Penelope here," he began again, "has been so blessed in our marriage. She's already brought me a dozen children.""And glad to bring you a dozen more, darlin'", she interjected, clutching a hand to her husband's chest. "And Jacob, son, I think you got a calling from God to help us share his message."

Jacob felt like he was going to faint. This town was crazy. "I guess He does," Jacob shrugged, "gotta pay somebody to make all the signs." The couple guffawed at what they thought was hilarious. Nice, Jacob thought. Deflected. Get me the fuck out of here.

He said his goodbyes and thank yous for the tea, stuffed all his tools in his backpack and bolted for the door. He ran over the conversation in his head. Thought he should have kids by now? He had already told the man that he just turned 20. Third wife? Divorce certainly isn't uncommon but who goes around announcing that they're on their third marriage when introducing their current wife? And a dozen!? That had to be some kind of joke, there's no way a woman that young and that healthy looking had had a dozen children. That wasn't even medically possible. And why did he have the craziest boner sticking down his pant leg trying to gimp his walk?

Although, he thought back on the lady's appearance, bouncy curls of brunette hair, belly competing with a beach ball, tits that you could fall asleep on. She looked like a circus act but he couldn't help but be aroused by it. Jacob shook his head. Snow was hitting his arms. He doubled up his pace and tried to run home to beat the weather.

******

Jacob arrived home and got the fire going. He was just gonna relax, open up a book, and warm up by the fire. After he thawed for a bit, he'd dig up some food from the fridge.

Jacob had barely gotten five pages in when he heard the boards creak above him. Robin descended the stairs, because of the angle, he saw her body appear one part at a time. He saw her small feet softly taking each step, wrapped in little pink socks. Her legs were bare up to a pair of painted on pajama shorts with little cartoon strawberries on them, the strawberries distorted from her wide hips and thick ass. The matching top looked equally ill-fitting, pink and red and faded where it stretched over her bouncing, unrestrained breasts as she bounded down the stairs. He finally caught sight of her face and her complexion lit up at his agape look.

"Hey," she quietly said, shivering. "It's so cold upstairs, that blanket didn't do me no good." Robin waltzed right up to Jacob and plopped down on the couch next to him, pulling a blanket over her legs. "Mind if I ask you to keep me from dyin' of cold?" Jacob couldn't help but assist. His arm wrapped around her shoulder and pulled her in so that her head was laying against his chest. "Ooh," Robin sniffed his shirt, "seems like Pastor Dean worked you out today."

"Oh geez, I'm sorry, I probably reek," Jacob tried to sidle away from the reclined girl but she nuzzled further into his chest and breathed deeply.

"No, please" she sighed, "you smell wonderful." They sat in silence for a moment, Jacob wasn't quite sure what to do, Robin sort of sensed this and reassured him, "don't worry sweetie. I'm just using you for the heat, you can read yer book some more, I might just fall asleep."

Jacob was beginning to be okay with this country bumpkin Twilight Zone sex nightmare if it meant more of this. His hand slowly migrated down to hold Robin around her trim waist as she drifted to sleep with his abs for a pillow.

******

Jacob woke up some time later, not quite sure where he was. Right, the couch, he hadn't turned any lights on because it was still daylight when he came in. Just the warm glow of the fire gave any indication of his whereabouts. Right, Robin. He had pulled his legs up under the blanket with her at some point and now she lay directly on top of him, he found his hands stroking her back and feeling her tight curves. He accidentally woke her and moved his hands away.

Ever so quietly he heard her whisper, "please don't stop baby, it feels so nice." Well, now he had no choice. After a few minutes, Robin reached an arm from under the blanket and went for one of the tea jugs Jacob had brought home with him. He hadn't moved it from the center table when he got home.

Robin must have been parched, Jacob watched the orange glow on her neck as she gulped down mouthful after mouthful of the sweet drink, her neck visibly bulging a little with the large swallows. Jacob couldn't help but blindly reach for the other jug and start downing it himself. The languid girl stretched her body like a cat after she polished off the jug. Dragging her hands down Jacob's chest as she brought her ass into the air, followed by a leg appearing from under the blanket and attempting to do a split. Her stretches ended as she snaked her way back up Jacob's body, running her hands up and lightly placing them around his neck. Her mouth dragged across his cheek until she stopped at his ear.

And she whispered, like the most sexual, seductive secret ever told, "I'll make us dinner if you promise to keep me warm while I do it." Even if Jacob had wanted to say no, that femme fatale move she just pulled on his ear was overkill.

He soon found himself standing behind her in front of the stove, arms wrapped around her waist, the blanket draped over the both of them. The silence was so beautiful, he hoped to never break it. Though eventually something snapped in Robin, she whipped around, "baby, I've tried to be nice about it and leave it up to you but I can damn near hear your loins cryin'. Please lemme take care of ya before the doctor needs to, blue balls ain't some joke like them city folk taught you."

Jacob couldn't even say anything before Robin had his pants undone and pulled them to the floor. He was immobilized as she yanked his cock out from his boxers and gazed at it, the first slow movement she had made. She seemed to study it, smell it, gently stroking him to make sure he was fully erect and then ravenously gulping down his dick, putting an impossible number of inches down her throat. Somehow it was barely sexual, the way she was swallowing his entire dick without gagging, the junction where his dark shaft passed through her big, rosy lips and down into her alabaster throat, the worshipful look in her eyes that never broke contact with his. It didn't feel erotic for some reason, it felt loving and kind. Jacob had never had a blowjob before but he knew they were usually more erotic than this, it was supposed to be something a woman did as a favor like for birthdays or keep a guy hard. Robin seemed to cheerily suck on his dick like she did when she cooked or cleaned, maybe even moreso. She looked ecstatic to have his dick in her mouth and he even thought he might be hearing whimpers and moans escaping from the seal of her lips.