“Would you like one lump or two?” Said the sweet looking nine-year-old Jenny with flowing blonde hair in the pretty dress as she tried her best to look as snooty as possible. She was playing the part of hostess in her favorite game ‘tea party’ with her favorite playmate Uncle Tom. He wasn’t really her uncle, it was just an honorary title given the longtime friend of the family. He had been around for as long as she could remember; he always had time for her and was her favorite playmate and best friend. He never treated her as a lesser person because she was young and she liked him all the more for that reason. She looked down her cute little nose at him with her sparkling blue eyes waiting for an answer to her question.

“Two sweetie.” Tom replied as he did his best not to laugh at the wonderful performance of Jenny as she daintily spooned invisible sugar into the imaginary tea. He marveled at her ability to stay perfectly in character for so long. Although playing tea party with a nine-year-old on a Friday night was not what most twenty-three year olds wanted to do, he loved it. He had been a friend of the family since he went to high school with Jenny’s parents. Tom always loved spending time with Jenny and loved her as if she were his own niece. He never missed a school play and was always supportive of anything she did. Ever since he first set eyes on her in that hospital room nine years ago he was hooked. However at that moment the cute nose of the girl he adored was wrinkled up in disgust.

“One does not use ’sweetie’ when referring to the hostess.” Jenny scolded, staying in character.

“Sorry, it won’t happen again.” Tom sheepishly apologized because he felt genuinely bawled out; man she was good! Normally he wouldn’t let a woman get away with such an arrogant attitude. In the past when faced with similar attitude he would either put them in their place or walk out; Jenny however, was different. He had a steady supply of women in his life but none took the place of Jenny. Jenny brought most of these women to him, as you can imagine a cute girl at a park is a veritable ‘chick magnet’. All of them loved the way he was with Jenny but for one reason or another they never stayed permanently.

“See that it doesn’t” Jenny replied with the same snooty attitude as before.

“Alright you two that’s enough. It’s bedtime sweetie.” Theresa said as she stood in the bedroom doorway.

“Awe Mom do I have to.” Jenny whined and instantly the little girl was back and the snooty hostess was gone. She folded her arms and wore a scowl of defiant disgust and held a genuine pout as she waited for her mother to respond.

“Don’t ‘awe Mom’ me, I let you play an extra fifteen minutes! Now get ready for bed young lady!” The twenty-five year old mother sternly insisted leaning in and talking with her finger, pressing her point home.

It had been hard raising her daughter when she was so young herself but thankfully she was not alone. Had it not been for her husband Mathew and her good friend Tom she might not have made it through. The two most important men in her life now she had befriended in high school. Her husband Mathew was her high school sweetheart and had always loved her. When she told Mathew she was pregnant he was overjoyed instead of running in the other direction. With both of their parents’ permission they married before Jenny was born. Theresa finished high school but never worked more than part time here and there, raising her daughter demanded too much attention. Mathew got a good job that supported them all and never complained at all or resented her for getting pregnant.

“C’mon Jenny, do as your mother says.” Tom said seriously, sneaking Jenny a wink. Jenny looked at Tom than at her mother and her face drained of the angry emotion that was there.

“Okay.” Jenny reluctantly agreed and headed for the bathroom. Once Jenny was outside of earshot Theresa decided to have a few words with Tom.

“I don’t need your help in getting her to cooperate you know.” Theresa said ever so slightly perturbed.

However she could not be too angry with her constant peacemaker. He was always there to baby-sit, and distract Jenny when needed and generally be there just before Theresa throttled her daughter. In short he was a godsend and Theresa loved him like a brother for it. Her eyes glanced over him and found that his short brown hair and green eyes along with his beautiful face still helped sell his charm. He kept an active life and with regular visits to the gym was able to keep his track star form. His broad shoulders and tight, muscular ass drew her attention when nobody was looking. He was the type of guy that she could go for if she were not happily married to Mathew. She knew that nothing would ever happen between them but it was nice to drool now and again.

“I know, but I’m just doing my part.” Tom smiled at tall woman in the doorway and looked her over momentarily.

She was still as tall and slender as she always was; her beauty was timeless. Her poise and the grace in her manner exuded elegance. She maintained the perfect 36C hourglass figure that she was proud of through regular exercise and a careful diet. Her long blonde hair had a natural wave just like her daughter’s did. Her blue eyes sparkled with life when she laughed and she wore a smile most of the time. The statuesque woman in the door shook her head and motioned in direction of the kitchen.

“C’mon you, coffee’s on.” Theresa said as Tom stood to leave the bedroom. A few moments later they were sitting around the kitchen table sipping their coffee and chatting up a storm. Mathew walked in after tucking Jenny in and joined the spirited conversation that was already underway.

“Hi honey.” Theresa smiled at her husband as she examined him quickly.

He was just slightly taller than Theresa but he has brown hair and blue eyes. His build is bulkier and more muscular than Tom’s lean build but the two of them could pass as brothers with the same charming good looks. It was one of the many reasons Theresa counted herself lucky to have both of them in her life. Clearly though Mathew was her sweetheart and always would be, she could not imagine her life without him. She cherished every morning that she woke up seeing his handsome face and counted herself fortunate to have him for her husband.

“Hey babe.” Mathew said with a smile as he kissed Theresa quickly before turning to Tom. “Hey buddy she insisted on saying goodnight to you.”

Tom laughed but felt his heart melt slightly as he made his way to Jenny’s room. Sure enough he found her in bed all tucked in and waiting patiently for him. Her face lit up when she saw him enter her room and sit beside her on the bed.

“Hi Uncle Tom.” Jenny said as she hugged him. “Even though you’re not really my uncle I want you to know that I love you anyways.”

“Thanks sweetie, I love you too even though you’re not really my niece.” Tom added with a chuckle and was about to kiss her goodnight and leave when she interrupted his plans.

“Uncle Tom, your really nice.” She said and paused to look down. It was clear that she wanted to say something big and was preparing to say it, working up her nerve as best she could.

“What is it sweetie?” Tom prodded gently. She looked up into his eyes just then with a determined look.

“I want you to know that when I get older, I’m gonna marry you.” She said with a deadly serious look in her eye. Even though Tom could see that she honestly meant it now he knew her infatuation would not last long. Sooner or later another boy would catch her eye and he would be off the hook. Still it was flattering to be the ‘apple of her eye’ at the moment, no matter how absurd it was and he couldn’t help but smile at her.

“Sure sweetie, whatever you say.” Tom said as he kissed her goodnight on the forehead, and left her to dream her little dreams and drift off to sleep.

“What is it?” Theresa asked as Tom sat down at the kitchen table with a puzzled look on his face and looking a bit shaken.

“You’re not going to believe this.” Tom paused and chuckled. “But your daughter just proposed to me . . . I think?” Tom said still confused but chuckling somewhat.

“WHAT!” Mathew and Theresa said in a shocked chorus.

“Yep she looked me dead in the eye and quite seriously informed me that when she got older she was going to marry me. Kinda cute ain’t it?” Tom chuckled shaking his head at the silliness of it all. He could read the worried look on the face of his friends and did his best to reassure them. “C’mon, once she hits the teen years she’ll go boy crazy like all the other’s do and forget all about me. Relax it’s just a cute kid thing that’s all.” The three friends laughed at the cuteness of it all, finding humor in the imagination of a little girl’s infatuation.

Over the next few years Tom remained a steadfast part of the family’s life. Spending time with all of them and kept up his role as peacemaker, counselor, comforter and friend to all of them. Offering a kind word at just the right moment or a broad shoulder for Jenny to cry on when she needed it. The kindred friendship of Tom and Jenny did not dwindle as time rolled on as one might expect, but continued to be a large part of their lives. Even in her teen years Jenny never ditched Tom in the presence of her friends, as normally would be the case. She never was ashamed of knowing him or being seen in public as teens sometimes do. She had a number of close friends but he remained by far her best friend.

Tom never lived outside of walking distance from Theresa, Mathew and Jenny and they all had keys for both places. It just made sense because they all lived at each other’s home and were back and forth constantly. It was suggested once that Tom move in but they all agreed that there were times when everybody needs their privacy. As a compromise Tom moved to the same apartment complex as his friends and that seemed to work out just fine.

* * *

“You guy’s ready to go yet?” Said the thirty-two year old Tom as he walked into the apartment.

“Just about.” Came a call from the kitchen table. Tom looked over and saw Mathew sitting dressed, ready for an evening on the town but waiting for the ladies.

“Hey bud, I see the ladies aren’t ready yet.” Tom said as he sat down next to Mathew.

“Well Teresa has been ready for a bit, she is helping Jenny with the finishing touches to her outfit. I guess she wants to look perfect for her eighteenth birthday.” Mathew groaned, rolling his eyes while shaking his head slightly.

“I just hope that she’s done before her nineteenth birthday!” Tom quipped and both men shared a laugh as neither of them realized that they were not alone.

“Very funny, you both know that this is a big day for her.” Theresa scolded as she stood in the hallway that led to the bedrooms.

Both men’s chins dropped as their eyes fell over her, she truly was a vision of beauty. While it was true that she would make a burlap sack look good, tonight she was especially beautiful. The extra effort she had put into crafting her look was evident both in the radiance of her beauty and the reaction of the men. Her long normally flowing blonde hair was pulled up in a tight bun exposing the soft tender skin of her oh so kissable neck. Her eyes sparkled as she enjoyed the obvious admiration of the guys. The time she spent carefully sculpting her look now seemed worth it as she saw the awe in their eyes. The sleek long white dress she wore hugged her curves but did not appear to cut off circulation. The non-stop flowing of feminine curves unhindered by straps of any kind added to the enticing aura of the look. Her breasts looked larger than usual as they sat high and perky on the chest of this angelic beauty. She rested her hands on her hips and waited patiently for some kind of audible response from the men.

“Wow.” Was all that Mathew could say.

“Yeah Wow.” Tom agreed.

“Why thank you. Do you really think I look good? I could change you know.” Theresa said with a playful glint in her eye as she teased the men. It was not as often as she liked that she garnered this much attention or had the chance to dress up.

“No babe, don’t change a thing. You look AMAZING!” Mathew said with the look of awe still on his face. From down the hall the sound of someone quietly clearing their throat could be heard, Theresa looked behind her and smiled.

“Gentlemen, may I present to you the newest adult in the land. Our very own Jenny is all grown up!” Theresa beamed with pride as she moved out of the way trying to make a grand presentation. From the shadows of the hall a shadowy figure could be seen moving into the light. Tom just about swallowed his tongue as Jenny, the woman floated into view for the first time.

She had the grace, poise and beauty of her mother, yet she still possessed the playful innocence of her youth. Her blonde mane flowed and spilled over her shoulders in the illusion of disarray. Somehow that confusion of blonde hair invited you to stroke and comb it into some semblance of order and perhaps that was the teasing idea. Making you yearn to touch and caress her hair, drawing her dangerously closer to you. Her long slender black dress was the same style as her mother’s, but the black color added a seductive touch of sin. The dress hugged her undeniably mature feminine curves exceptionally well, flaunting the fact that she was not a little girl anymore.

In every way she was a younger version of her mother but she possessed her own impish charm and individual style. She was not a carbon copy of her mother but clearly the acorn did not fall far from the tree; genetics had been kind. One way that she exceeded her mother was the fact that her breasts were unbelievably firm and perky for a D cup. The dress material strained to modestly contain her beautiful breasts without looking lewd or sleazy. It was hard to say what was her best feature or what was her worst. The whole package fit together so well, it all worked together seamlessly and silently to impress and amaze. Her emerald eyes sparkled with delight and trepidation as she looked over toward the men looking for some kind of reaction.

“Stunning, absolutely stunning sweetheart.” Mathew said with the broad smile of a proud father.

“Words don’t do you justice . . . you’re quite lovely sweetie.” Tom said with a slight waver in his voice that he did his best to hide.

Tom was quite shaken and was not at all comfortable with seeing Jenny as she was at that moment. Where was the little girl with whom he had played ‘tea party’? Where was that tender innocent bundle of joy that he held in his arms so many years ago that seemed like only yesterday? Who was this new person that took the place of his little sweetie? He looked her over again and again, seeing her for the first time as the woman she had become.

Clearly she still possessed the familiar features he knew, but she was different today. He wondered why he never saw her incomparable beauty before? She had always just been his ‘little sweetie’ and he loved her as she was and only saw her inner beauty. One day flowed into the next and the subtle changes of time crept up on him unnoticed. Now the image of the sweet innocent little girl was smashed forever and he felt lost. It was as if he didn’t know who she was anymore or how to relate to her. He felt like she had changed and betrayed him somehow simply by not staying the little girl he knew. Why did she have to grow up so fast? Why couldn’t she stay that innocent little girl who loved to play with him for hours? What was worse was the fact that her beauty excited him in a way that he had no control over but was ashamed of. His own body betrayed him as his dick got painfully hard the instant she walked in and it continued to throb. He could not deny that she was a beautiful young woman anymore; her beauty would excite even the most ardent of gay men.

“Really?” Jenny beamed. “Cool.” She said shooting the guys a raised eyebrow hardly trying to contain her excitement. She positively vibrated with energy and the excitement of the big day, proud of the fact that she was now at last an adult. She was exuberant that finally she had completed the right of passage from youth to adulthood and she felt like she was finally her own person. Finally nobody could tell her what to do, finally people had to take her seriously for she was all grown up. She could make her own decisions and live her own life as she wanted to and nobody was going to stop her!

Due to the lack of a bra, her hard nipples that strained against the dress could be seen by the roving eye. Tom shook and looked away from the nipples that for a brief half moment forced him to wonder what they would look like out of that dress. He blushed his shame and embarrassment as he pretended to straiten out a wrinkle in his dress shirt, hoping for a moment alone. Clearly he was not accustomed to seeing his ’sweetie’ as a ‘hottie’. Tom tried to get a grip of himself and the odd mix of emotions that flooded through him at that moment.

“Is everything alright Uncle Tom?” Jenny said as she put her hand on his shoulder.

“Fine dear, just wondering if I should go home and change.” He looked up at the new face of his old friend and smiled trying to cover the storm of emotions that raged under the skin.

“Why?” Jenny inquired with a baffled tone.

“Because next to you I look like something the cat dragged in yesterday.” Tom nervously chuckled.

“I got news for you buddy, a change of clothes wouldn’t help.” Mathew chimed in cheekily as if on cue.

“That’s true.” Agreed Theresa in the same playful tone.

“I think you’re right!” Groaned Tom as he shook his head with a slightly dejected look on his face.

“Stop it! I think my date looks quite handsome tonight!” Jenny scowled at her parents in Tom’s defense.

“Your date?” The three other adults asked in perplexed chorus.

“Yes, my date.” Jenny said proudly. “Everyone else is paired up, you two and both grandparents. Tom and I are the only single people going tonight so I figured that makes him my date.” She said calmly to everyone but looked back at Tom and said, “Unless you’re not comfortable with it?”

Not comfortable with it! Now there’s the understatement of the century but what could he do? Tell everyone the truth? Tell them all that just being near her excited him in a way that he wished she didn’t? He was too ashamed and confused by all the revelations of the last few minutes to think clearly.

“Of course sweetie, I would be honored.” Tom said as he stood and offered Jenny his arm as gentlemanly as possible. She took his arm and he felt a slight charge of electricity when she pressed her body beside his as she took his arm. “Okay, lets go before we lose those reservations.” Tom said over Jenny’s shoulder to Mathew and Theresa. They looked about as comfortable about the new development as Tom was. He managed to shrug his shoulders at them and they shrugged theirs back and not a further word was said.

All through dinner Jenny was the lady of the hour and she kept behaving that she was really on a date with Tom. Tom however thought it was all an act, another game of pretend but nothing serious. In that light he slowly grew accustomed to the new version of Jenny. As the evening wore on he was able to get over the initial shock of her emergence from the cocoon. Once they had finished diner and were in the lounge having some drinks Tom was able to relax around her. Finally he could see her as simply Jenny and they were in old form as the two good friends they were. In a way, she still was his sweetie but just a different form of her. Tom felt slightly jealous of the young man that would surely take his little sweetie away from him. For he knew that life would move on and she would find someone special to spend her life with. That development would cause yet more of an adjustment for both of them but he knew he would handle it. Tom knew that somehow she would be in his life until the day he died. For the moment he allowed himself to enjoy the present situation that she was sitting beside him hanging off his arm as his date. As the evening progressed further, the older generation left the younger ones to dance the night away. The four of them enjoyed the good music, good drinks and good times of the joyous occasion. As the evening wound down and the last dance of the night started, Tom found himself with Jenny in his arms. It was a position he had been in a few times before that evening in previous slow dances. Before when they danced it was innocently, like a father/daughter would with some space between them, but this time was different. Now she held him in an intimate embrace, she held him tight and rested her head on his shoulder as they swayed to the music.

For Jenny it was the perfect end to a perfect day, finally she had him in her arms. Finally she could hold him close like she had yearned to do so for so long now. The object of her desire was in her arms and it felt like heaven to her. To her there was no more perfect a specimen of a man neither in physical beauty nor in quality of character. He was the one, the only one that she wanted for all time; she knew it deep in her bones. She fully planned on making that dream a reality, of making Tom her husband. She had waited patiently for him for nine long years, for her chance to win his heart. For nine long years she had dreamed of holding him intimately in her arms like she was doing now. The moment was dreamy, tender and she never wanted that perfect moment to end and her guard was down.

“I love you Tom.” Slipped unchecked past Jenny’s lips. Quietly she cursed herself for so brazenly blurting out her most intimate, hidden secret in such a crude way. She wanted to tell him in a better, more private and appropriate setting.

“I love you too sweetie.” Tom replied quickly and instinctively not missing a beat as they swayed to the music.

Jenny got off lucky, he had simply thought she had expressed her platonic love for him as her Uncle Tom. She was safe; he did not know how she really felt it was still her most guarded secret that she could save for another day. As she counted her lucky starts Jenny realized that she didn’t need to hide it from him anymore. She was an adult now, old enough to do something about it, old enough for him to finally know. Slowly Jenny lifted her head from his shoulder and looked him in the eye with a tear in her own.

“No Tom.” Jenny paused, her hands shaking. “I love you.” She repeated tenderly searching his eyes for a response, any kind of reaction, some hint as to what was going on in his mind.

Her heart swelled and almost burst with all the passion and love she had for him as she looked into his eyes. Before she knew what she was doing or could stop herself she kissed him on the lips in a tender, brief moment. For her though, that kiss lasted an exquisite eternity until their lips parted. As the kiss broke and she opened her eyes, the troubled and confused look on Tom’s face was too much for her.

She was mortified, humiliated and embarrassed to the extreme. She had not intended for Tom to find out this way, she knew it was too much too soon. She had been swept up in the moment, lost her cool and blew her chances with him forever. In short she just wanted to die, and quickly left the dance floor not looking back. Not much was said after that and thankfully it was the last dance so the evening would be over soon. She could not even bear to look at him and just wanted to forget the whole painful experience, hoping to cry herself to sleep tonight.

It was too much for Tom to see Jenny in so much pain; he had no idea that she felt the way that she did. He wanted to say something to comfort her in some way but this one time, words failed him. To tell the truth he didn’t know exactly what he felt either and that was more disturbing than anything she did ever was. He dared not admit that he loved to hold her in his arms or that the kiss was fantastic or worse still that he ached to have her near to him again. He was thoroughly disgusted with himself for having such feelings towards his ’sweetie’. He felt like a dirty old man and was ashamed to have enjoyed the kiss like he knew he had and he wanted to cry in shame.

As they approached the apartment door Tom pulled Jenny aside, allowing Theresa and Mathew to go inside. He still did not know exactly what he was going to say but knew he had to try to resolve the situation somehow. He wanted to let her down gently if that was possible; he wanted to restore her shattered self worth. He wanted to tell her how highly he still thought of her and that he would always be there for her, just not in that way.

“Jenny, I wanted to talk about what happened.” Tom said as he stroked her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. It must have been the drinks that made me talk silly.” Jenny said with a tremble, her eyes darting around everywhere but in Tom’s direction. “What I meant to say was that you are special to me, not that I loved you, silly.” Jenny finished but now was shaking nervously. Tom put his arms around her and pulled her to him in an embrace meant to console her. She melted in his arms and held him as tight as she did on the dance floor, her shaking now stopped. They held each other in a quiet moment’s embrace, each trying to calm their nerves before speaking again.

“You know you will always be my sweetie.” Tom said as he stroked her soft hair soothingly. “Nothing or nobody can take me away from you I’ll always be here for you.” Tom paused and took a breath before continuing. “But you’re gonna meet some lucky guy your own age that will knock your socks off.” Tom said in as a reassuring tone as he could. “And you’ll forget all about me, but we’ll still be friends and your Uncle Tom will still be here for you.” Tom finished and took a deep breath Jenny looked him square in the eye with the same look of determined seriousness.

“No Tom, you’re wrong.” Jenny said shaking her head. “I have loved you for years now, I’ve dated other guys but they all pale in comparison to you. You are the perfect man for me. We’re good friends, you are nothing but kind and supportive of me, you genuinely care about me and I know you love me for me.”

“Jenny wait.” Tom interrupted but Jenny cut him off before he could protest.

“No you wait!” Jenny instructed. “I have thought a lot about this and I know what I want, I’m not a little girl anymore. I know that we would be perfect together why can’t you see that?” She paused and sighed looking away briefly before she looked back into his with as alluring a look as she could manage. “I’ve been your sweetie for the past eighteen years . . . now I want to be your sweetheart.”

“Jenny it’s not as simple as all that.” Tom tried to explain but his head was spinning with yet more uncomfortable revelations. Not the least of which was that he wanted to tell her yes, yes a thousand times yes. Part of him agreed with her but there were too many variables to consider, others would be hurt and that would be too high a cost for their happiness.

“Yes it is Tom!” Jenny hissed. “We’re not related and we’re both adults, either you want me or you don’t, which is it?” Jenny looked into his eyes with a pleading look that melted his heart. Her heart was held up before him and he could see it beating in her hand as he considered his response. Would he drop kick the heart of his sweetie across the hall or not? He could not say yes, he knew he just couldn’t nor could he hurt her any more than he already had. Tears welled up in his eyes as he wrestled with her question and the right way to answer it.

“It’s not as simple as all that for me. It could be great I’ll give you that but what if it didn’t work out, what then? What about your parents, I’ve been their friend’s since before you were born, how would they feel? On the one hand, if you were anyone else’s child, yes I would like to date you, but on the other hand it would get too complicated right now sweetie.” Tom said as the pain and aggravation became clearly apparent in his manner and voice. “I just can’t.” He said as he left her standing there without looking back, the tears welling up in his eyes. Somehow he maintained his composure until he was again inside his apartment.

So what does a guy do when he has passed up the greatest thing in his life because of reasons beyond his control? You guessed it, grab the bottle of rum from the freezer and the coke the fridge and drink himself into a stupor. Somehow as he was wallowing in his world of self-pity he managed to make his way back to his bed before crashing. Thankfully he did not have to work the next day or he would be in serious trouble.

For the next week Tom and Jenny tiptoed around each other, speaking seldom and when they did it was simply polite small talk. Theresa and Mathew noticed the change and while they were concerned they did not want to interfere when nothing seemed outwardly wrong. They wrote it off to just their imagination and left it to that. Neither Tom nor Jenny knew a solution or how to turn the clock back. That week was hell on both of them, gnawing away at their sanity and grinding on their nerves. They never truly realized just how intertwined their lives were until that week they stopped seeing each other. Both of them were utterly miserable and missed the other terribly, simply wanting an end to this nightmare. Eventually it might have blown over and they would have gotten over it and moved on with their lives somehow without the other. Yes, it might have happened like that, if one of them hadn’t broken.

It was late at night Friday night when Tom was woken from a dream. As he opened his eyes he saw Jenny standing in front of him in a sheer nightgown in all her beauty and he knew he must have still been dreaming. He looked her over and it was clear that she had been tossing and turning but found no rest in her bed. She was a mess, as much of a mess as he must have looked like he guessed. Neither of them had slept much since her birthday and she had interrupted what little sleep he got.

Then again she wasn’t really there because he was still asleep and she was only a figment of his lonely imagination. She was only an oasis of calm in the stormy desert that had been his mind this past week. She was a welcome delusion and a bright respite from the nightmares he had been having the past few nights.

“I’ve missed you.” The imaginary Jenny said.

“I’ve missed you too Sweetheart.” Tom said. He knew the significance of the change of her pet name but since this was all a dream, he could say what he truly felt. He could allow himself to love her because now hard would be done. When Jenny heard this, she smiled and wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Really? Am I really your sweetheart?” The dream Jenny said with the wonder of a little child.

“I’ve been miserable without you, I can’t stand not being a part of your life.” Tom admitted with a tear in his eye and a sigh in his heart. It felt good to admit this to her even if it was only a dream image of her.

“Hold me sweetheart, I can’t bear not to touch you.” This entity said with a pleading look of love.

“Certainly, come to me sweetheart.” Tom replied fully expecting the apparition to vanish leaving him alone in his bed yet again for another night.

When he felt the rush of air as the covers were pulled back and the weight of another person entering the bed he knew too late that it was no dream. His eyes shot open just in time to see the real Jenny snuggle up to him and tuck herself in. The instant her skin touched his, all of his pain and anguish left him and for the first time in a while he felt complete. Jenny held him tightly and was content simply to have him near. She was home, complete, at peace with the world and she knew it. For the first time in more than a week Jenny fell soundly asleep almost instantly.

As Tom lay there with Jenny sleeping soundly cuddled up to him he watched the rhythmic movement of her breathing. Electricity coursed through him as her soft tender skin and silky pajamas touched him. As he watched her sleep he was filled with a euphoric joy simply to have her near him. To know that she loved him as much as she did, and he could not deny that he loved her back as much.

How could he not love her? All her life she had enriched his life so much just by spending time with him. Now this beautiful creature, his sweetie loved him completely and without reservation, asking only to be loved in return. She already had his heart and she knew that, but to what degree he was willing to give it was still to be decided. He knew that he could not live without her, that much was painfully obvious. Could he bear the cost of being with her? Only time would tell, for tonight though, he would enjoy having her near. Tom also fell into a deep contented sleep soon after enjoying a few precious moments of holding her.

When morning broke and Tom woke up he found that he was again alone. This caused him to wonder if last night was the most vivid dream he had ever experienced but the noise and smells from the kitchen told him otherwise. He got up, still groggy walked into the kitchen and paused to examine the further proof that last night was no dream before entering.

There stood Jenny by the stove dressed in one of his dark shorts and white t-shirt scrambling some eggs for breakfast. Her blonde hair fell about in an early morning mess that she seemed content with. Her legs were long, shapely, silky looking and in a word, incredible! The sight of her spectacular pear shaped ass made him hard instantly, even first thing in the morning Jenny looked hot.

“Morning sweetie.” Jenny said with a glint as she now let on that she had noticed Tom’s presence. “Or should I say Sweetheart!” Jenny said with pride and winked seductively in Tom’s direction, his heart skipped a beat.

“Morning Sweetheart.” Tom replied with a smile as he approached her.

They moved towards each other and licked their lips in preparation for a much anticipated good morning kiss. Before they could embrace there was a key in the door and then the sound of it opening. Not to be deprived of her kiss Jenny quickly kissed Tom square on the lips and held that kiss as long as she dared. She was back, innocently scrambling her eggs before her mother came into view. Tom was left trying to hide his throbbing hardon and flushed look and quick before Theresa noticed either.

“There you are sweetie, I was wondering what happened to you?” Theresa said sounding perturbed but added a sigh of relief. “You had me worried when I couldn’t find you this morning.” By now Tom was pouring himself a coffee and offered Theresa a cup that she graciously accepted.

“Oh mom, you must have known I was over here, where else would I go?” Jenny replied like her mother was just being silly. “I couldn’t sleep so I came over and talked to Uncle Tom for a while and before I knew it I was out like a light.”

“You should have left me a note or something.” Theresa said as she sipped her coffee.

“Mom, I’m not a little girl anymore, I can take care of myself.” Jenny insisted with a perturbed tone.

“True but I’m still your mother and I care about you. As long as you live under my roof, I want to know where you are.” Theresa responded in the same perturbed tone as her daughter had used. Jenny was about to say something else and escalate matters, when Tom interrupted her before she spoke.

“She’s right sweetie, she just wants to know you’re safe.” Tom said in calming tone, Jenny shot him a deadly glare but it melted instantly when her eyes met his.

“I didn’t want to worry you mom, but I’m an adult and it’s my life. What I do and where I go is my decision, not yours. You have to let me grow up Mom.” Jenny said in frustration, stirring the eggs more forcefully now and not looking at her mother. Tom watched her breasts jiggle quite nicely under the t-shirt and felt a stirring in his loins.

Theresa could see what her daughter was getting at. She remembered what it was like to be young, to want to stretch your wings and assert your independence. Of course at this age Theresa was married and straddled with a two-year-old daughter so this particular argument never came up. Theresa was not unmindful of what Jenny was going through, her daughter wanted to live her own life now. As hard as it was to accept, she had to give her baby some space and allow her to grow up. Theresa always considered herself a flexible person and quickly thought up a compromise.

“I understand that you’re an adult now and that your life is yours to live. However I am still your mother and as long as you live under my roof I am responsible for your safety. All I ask is that you call me to let me know your safe and when you’re not going to be home.” Theresa said with a sigh and finished with a sip of her coffee. “You don’t need my permission anymore, you’re your own woman now. I still think that I should know when to expect you home and when not to.”

The very thought of Jenny running all over town doing who knows what with who knows who scared Theresa silly. Still, Theresa had to face facts that her little girl was an adult and responsible for her own actions. All Theresa could do was rely on her belief that she had raised Jenny right and given her a strong moral compass to guide her.

Jenny was silent for a moment as she pondered what her mother had said. While she didn’t like the idea of having to check in with mommy every night, she could live with those terms for now. Jenny wanted to come and go as she pleased since she was an adult now and responsible only to herself for what she did. However her mother still was her mother and perhaps needed a little weaning of her own. Perhaps in a few months she could talk to her mother again on the subject and alter the arrangement.

“Okay Mom, that sounds fair, thanks for understanding.” Jenny said as she rushed over and gave her mother a hug. As she returned to her breakfast she turned to her mother and said, “Do you want to join us for breakfast? I made enough for everyone.” She said with an innocent smile just as pretty as you please.

“How did you? . . . oh never mind, yes I would like some breakfast, as you can see I just got up myself.” Theresa said as she opened up her coat to reveal that she was still in her nightgown. Tom pointed to his boxer shorts and told her she wasn’t alone and everyone chuckled. After breakfast both women left but not before Jenny slyly passed Tom a hastily written note: “Keep tonight open” was all it said. Tom threw it in the trash and turned to tackle the morning dishes not wanting to think what she had planned.

Later that day Jenny burst through the door of Tom’s apartment carrying a large sports bag and a grocery bag. She closed the door quickly and took a moment to catch her breath before saying anything. Tom looked up from the computer and smiled when he saw her. Even though he was a bit puzzled by her behavior it was always good to see her. Tom was about open his mouth when Jenny raised her index finger while she took a final deep breath.

“You . . . out.” Jenny puffed as she pointed to Tom and then at the door still trying to catch her breath.

“Excuse me?” Tom replied now quite confused and a little pissed after being told to vacate his own apartment without so much as a hello.

“Hi sweetheart, mother thinks that I’m spending tonight at a friends place. I have a special evening planned for us but I need time to prepare it. So, go to the multiplex; see a movie then come home in a couple of hours but don’t eat anything. I don’t want you to spoil your appetite.” Jenny instructed as she dropped her bags in the kitchen and folded her hands as if in prayer. “Trust me, it’ll be perfect.” She added with the most pleading smile she could manage.

“Okay, sweetheart.” Tom said with a nervous smile as he shut down the computer and walked to the door.

He was still not sure of anything but didn’t want to burst her bubble. It was clear that she had something up her sleeve and it was important to her. He wasn’t sure if he liked where the evening probably would lead to but perhaps sex was not what she had in mind. It would at least give them a chance to see each other in a romantic setting, perhaps it would just be too awkward and nothing would come of it. Perhaps they would both see that a romantic involvement with each other would just not work and they both could get on with their lives as before. It was to this hope that Tom clung to as he prepared to play along with her little game.

“When you come back, park on the street. I don’t want mom dropping in for coffee in the morning.” Jenny said as she rushed to Tom’s side to give him a lingering goodbye kiss. This kiss was more passionate than their other kisses because it was the first kiss they both wanted to give. Jenny’s body melted into his as the tender kiss grew in passion and intensity and culminated with their tongues dancing. Jenny broke the kiss and held Tom at bay as her breath heaved with the passion he had stirred up while her sinful desires smoldered.

“Now go before you ruin all my plans.” Jenny said as she ushered Tom out the door.

Jenny locked it behind him to prevent her from dragging him back in there. She could barely control herself and could hardly believe how hot he got her from only a kiss. Just then she was mere moments away from pouncing on him like a lioness on the prowl, and that would not do to be sure. She wanted to be sure that perusing Tom was the right thing to do before giving herself to him completely. She needed to know if they could see each other in a romantic light and be comfortable with it. Were they too set in the established patterns to change them now? Could Tom accept her as an equal and allow her to be the girlfriend or even wife she wanted to be, without trying to father her? A thousand questions needed to be answered to quell the agitated butterflies in her stomach, but now was not the time. Now was the time to get things ready for the evening she had planned for a long time now. Finally she would spend a special evening with the man she has wanted for far too long now. Butterflies or not she needed to see this evening through or regret it for the rest of her life.

Tom sat in the dark theater barely noticing the movie that he had paid good money to see. His mind wandered and reviewed the events that lead him to his current dilemma. Where had he gone so wrong? What could he have done to avoid the current mess? Why did he have to betray his oldest and dearest friends for a chance at happiness? Why would he have to break the heart of the one woman he treasured more than life itself to do the right thing? Either way his heart was sure to get trampled on the only question was whose heart to hurt along with his own?

He could not even figure out what he really wanted, everything was so cloudy and murky. Right and wrong were no longer black and white anymore. All he saw was a thousand shades of gray as he tried to pick the lesser of the two evils. Could he really be certain of her feelings? What if it was just a childhood infatuation that she never let go of? How could he take advantage of her and lead her on if he could not be assured of either of their true feelings? He was the older and supposedly wiser one, he had guided her through so many challenges before and now was no different. He knew he had to do the thinking for both of them, somehow do the right thing by everybody or at least by the two of them.

When he got back to the apartment after taking the long way home he noticed a note taped to the door telling him to knock. It felt quite odd to knock on the door of his own apartment but the evening was in her hands for now, so he knocked. A moment later the door barely opened and Jenny silently handed him a sleeping mask. Obviously she intended him to use it as a blindfold and once more, against his better judgment he complied then awaited his fate. He could hear the door open and felt her feminine hand take his and she guided him to what he guessed was the back of the apartment. As quickly as it started the trip was over and he the blindfold was whisked off and a door closed behind him. It took but a moment to realize that he was in the bathroom. Before him he could see a complete outfit laid out for him: black shoes, black dress pants, gray silk shirt and dark tie that he did not recognize.

“Shower, change and knock again when you’re ready.” Jenny said from behind the closed door.

Before long Tom had showered and was ready for the odd evening to continue. He hoped that it would not continue in a similar cryptic fashion as it was already the oddest evening he could remember. He knocked and hoped to be let out but again the door opened just enough for the blindfold to be handed back to him. He could see and eye peering through the crack watching his next move. Without a word he put the blindfold back on and was once more led out of the apartment. He took off the blindfold and looked around wondering what was next in the peculiar chain of events. After a moment of no more surprises he knocked once more on his own apartment door and this time it was opened and he was graciously ushered in.

“Sorry about blindfolding you but I had hoped to have my own place before doing this.” Jenny said apologetically and looked down at her feet. Tom could see that it was harder for her than it was for him. She was in the same evening dress she wore for her birthday the week before. Although it was a fine dress, for Tom it brought back bad memories, it was the dress that killed his little sweetie. It was the dress that triggered this whole strange crisis and tension between them. Because of that dress he no longer saw her as a little girl and innocent child but a desirable woman.

Tonight however, she was somehow more breathtakingly beautiful than she had ever been before, she was positively radiant. In a word she was the perfect picture of stunning splendor and nobody on heaven or earth could hold a candle to her beauty at that moment. Tom was momentarily speechless by her beauty but could see that she was still nervous and troubled. After a moment his powers of speech returned to him, he stepped closer to her to ease her uneasy spirit.

“You’ve planned this for some time haven’t you.” Tom said with a smile as he lifted her face to his.

“Yes.” Jenny said swallowing hard as she stared into the eyes of the one she loved so. She could hardly believe that the magical evening of so many of her dreams had finally begun. She took a deep breath and a moment in an attempt to calm her nerves.

“Well, it’s your show sweetheart.” Tom smiled and patiently waited for Jenny to make the next move.

She turned and gracefully escorted Tom toward the now romantically decorated dinner table. Two long candles burned and two settings were set on a plain red tablecloth, it was simple, elegant and inviting. Tom sat in the far chair and allowed Jenny to play hostess one more time but this time it was no child’s game.

She served the fancy pasta dish with a rich cream sauce that she had lovingly prepared as Tom poured the wine. He had just noticed the bottle near where he was sitting, chilled, allowed to breathe and ready to serve. Tom noted that she had even chosen the right wine to accompany the meal. Indeed she had planed this evening well and clearly left nothing to chance. Once the meal was placed before both of them Tom got up and seated Jenny, as any gentleman should before returning to his seat.

“I propose a toast.” Tom said raising his glass of wine and waited for Jenny to follow suite before continuing. “To old friends and new possibilities.”

“Here, here.” Jenny said with a wink as she clinked his glass as they both took a sip.

Dinner was pleasant and relatively uneventful as they both enjoyed the nice dinner together. The conversation was light and the mood was warm. There was electricity in the air that could not be denied and clearly romance was afoot. Tom found it hard to imagine that the beautiful woman he was having dinner with was his little sweetie. Clearly this woman was different and yet familiar, she was not the same little girl anymore but a woman in her own right. Slowly he was starting to accept her as the woman she was and did not resent her for growing up.

Soon they found themselves cuddled up on the couch drinking wine and watching ‘Casablanca’, the all time romantic classic. Naturally Jenny had changed into jeans and a sweatshirt and Tom had discarded the tie as they snuggled together on that couch. Not much was said during the movie other than the typical movie conversation. Neither of them wanted to spoil the intimate immediacy of the moment, nothing existed outside of the perfect evening Jenny had carefully crafted. Larger issues and serious conversation could wait for some other time. For now they simply enjoyed the tender moment as if it was all that the fates would allow them. Like all good things though, before long the movie was over and they were left with wine, warm fire and unanswered questions. There was a long pause before one of them spoke to break the uneasy silence.

“To tell you the truth, I didn’t know what to expect tonight.” Tom said as he caressed Jenny’s hair. “I didn’t know what would happen or how I would feel about spending this evening with you.”

“Neither did I.” Jenny interrupted. “It was just something I had to do, no matter what happens now, at least I will have had one precious evening with you.” Jenny finished striving to hold back the tears. The thought of being brought so close to what she has wanted for half her life only to have it taken away was almost too much to bear.

“All I can say is that I know now that something has changed between us.” Tom said as Jenny’s wet eyes turned to search his face for sincerity. “You are without a doubt the most spectacular woman I know. I have loved you from the moment I first saw you eighteen years ago, you know that.” Jenny nodded and smiled, her eyes getting wetter, a tear sneaked down her cheek unnoticed. “I love you Jenny. For better or worse, I love you for the woman you have become.” Tom said with a waver in his voice betraying his attempt to remain strong.

“I love you so much Tom, more now than ever if that’s possible.” Jenny said with tears now rolling down her cheek as she clung tightly to him and sobbed tears of joy after hearing the words she craved to hear from the man she loved for so long now. Her heart bust and her spirit soared at the news and the emotion of the moment overwhelmed her. Her dream had become reality, she loved him and he loved her back, they belonged to each other now.

“As much as I love you sweetheart I don’t know if we can or should be together.” Tom said as a tear rolled down his cheek as he shook his head and looked away.

Jenny’s spirit plummeted and her heart froze, as her worst fear was about to become reality. Was she really about to lose him after only just winning his heart? How could fate be this cruel? At that moment all Jenny wanted to do was die. She couldn’t even speak a word in protest or even ask why. Thankfully, Tom did not leave her hanging long or wait for her to ask the question before he explained himself.

“I just don’t know what to do about Mat and Theresa. How can I tell them about us without them hating me forever? I can’t think of a worse way to betray them. As much as I want to be with you and believe me I do! I just don’t know if I can live with myself if I do.” Tom said and turned his head away in shame, loathing himself at that moment.

“Why? Why not? Why is it such a betrayal to love me? You and I are not related! We are both adults and we love each other! Why is that not enough? All my life you have been nothing but kind, loving and there for me. You taught me what it was to be a lady and what a true gentleman was. How could I not love you? How could any woman not love you?” Jenny said between near uncontrollable sobs as the dagger twisted and burrowed deeper into her lifeless heart.

She clung even tighter and cried face first into his chest. This was all too much for Tom and he joined her as an unbridled wave of tears burst forth from his own wounded and battered heart. They both held each other tightly, not knowing what to say but simply cried until they could cry no more. The constant beating of Tom’s heart began to calm her down until it was the only sound she heard. For the first time since they started crying the silence was broken with words not cries of anguish.

“I don’t have the answers Sweetheart.” Tom said painfully.

“Neither do I my love, but we’ll find a way to make it work! We have to! We must find a way! We owe it to each other to find a way!” Jenny said looking into Tom’s eyes with all the love and steadfast conviction she could muster. She could see in his face that her words hit home, she was winning his heart for the second time that night. “I know in my heart that we can make this work. I don’t want to hurt Mom and Dad any more than you do. Once they see how much we really love each other how could they not understand? How could they not know that what has blossomed between us was simply meant to be? It might take some time but they will understand, I know it!”

Tom sat silent and didn’t say anything, her words were convincing and her logic seemed sound. He wanted to give in to her, more than anything he wanted her, more than she knew. Sweat formed on his brow as he tried to decide the right thing to do, it had come down to this moment. The moment when he decided to fish or cut bait. Would he? Could he? Should he? Could he really walk away from her? He got the shakes of an addict in withdrawal just thinking about walking away. Just because it would be difficult doesn’t mean he shouldn’t or wouldn’t do it, remember Bogart?

“I know we can make it. I know that we can find a way to be together if we want it bad enough. The only question left is if you really want me?” Jenny said and sat up still holding his hand. She looked in his eyes one last time. “I am going into that bedroom now to wait for you. The next move is up to you, take a moment and decide what you really want. If you come to me you are saying that you will do whatever it takes, and fight with everything you’ve got be with me and make it work. If you can’t give me that, if you can’t do that . . . then don’t come. The choice is yours, you know how I feel.” Without a further word Jenny got up and disappeared into the bedroom closing it behind her.

Tom was never more alone in his life and the silence was deafening. Images of screaming fights and the tormented faces of his close friends flashed before his eyes as he pondered the fork in the road he was at. He tried to form the words that he might say to Jenny’s parents. He tried to find a way to explain how he could love their daughter as a woman and not his sweetie, but words failed him.

He knew what he wanted, that was not the problem; he wanted her so bad he could taste it. The problem was that he truly didn’t know if he had that much fight in him to be with her? Would it really work out even if they decided to fight? What if he hurt his closest friends and in the end it wasn’t worth it? He searched his mind and heart for some kind of guarantee but found none.

A few moments had passed since Jenny disappeared behind the bedroom door and now a noise was heard. He looked over and saw that the door was now opened slightly. Tom knew this was her signal that she was ready for him, if he wanted her.

Seconds ticked by as he searched his soul for the right thing to do, for some direction. He knew that if he didn’t decide soon than he would blow his chance with her for good and that scared him. It was at that point that he had his answer. That realization of that fear and the consequences of it crystallized everything for him. He had to try; sure he had no guarantee of what would happen. He knew that he would regret it until his dying day if he passed up this chance at a piece of heaven on earth. He may end up regretting this decision but it was a mistake worth making, she was worth the risk.

Filled with his newfound confidence Tom rose to his feet and walked the longest walk to his bedroom he had ever known. With each step his burden felt lighter, his mind became clearer and his heart that much warmer. He knew in his soul that he was doing the right thing, at least the right thing by the two of them. He took a few deep breaths in order to quell the nervous shakes that he now felt. He knew that beyond that door the woman that he loved had prepared the most special surprise of the night. Slowly he opened the door, stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

He took a moment to take in the scene that he found. Inside the room no electric lights were on. Candles rimmed the room and provided considerable light, but not too much as to spoil the mood. The warm glow that the candlelight provided changed the whole flavor of the room. What was ordinarily his Spartanly decorated bedroom was now a magical place he barely recognized. It was clearly a place for romance now and even the layout of the candles showed the level of detail that Jenny had put into this evening. Just the right number of candles was used in just the right placement around the room for the effect she wanted. This clearly was not something that she threw together off the cuff; this evening had been in the works for some time now. Every aspect of this evening had been planned, scrutinized, and revised again and again until perfection was reached.

In the middle of all this Jenny quietly sat upright on the bed with her legs to one side of her body. She wore a royal blue baby doll lingerie outfit that spectacularly showed off her magnificent body without looking sleazy. Somehow it managed to tread the thin line between the sensually erotic and the downright sleazy. It had a low cut scoop neckline that showed considerable cleavage but hid more than it revealed. The lacy material teased the eye showing glimpses of skin through the translucent material as it fell down her body. The outfit joined in the center with a silk bow and swooped away from the center near her crotch. The tiny matching lacy panties could be seen underneath and a light lace jacket barely clung to her shoulders. Quietly she sat there waiting for Tom to say or do something. She allowed him the long moment to drink in her beauty; she wanted him to remember that moment for the rest of his life. There was no danger of Tom forgetting this evening any time soon in this life or the next.

Tom realized that the whole evening led up to this moment, the moment when they would make love for the first time. Tom remembered what she had said earlier, that she wanted this evening to be perfect and he gulped at that thought. At the moment when he was about to make love to her for the first time, suddenly he had to be perfect (no pressure)! As his eyes found hers she smiled warmly and he returned her smile, he could see a single tear roll down her cheek.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come.” Jenny said quietly not moving even yet.

“I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t come here sweetheart.” Tom said with all the love he felt.

“I don’t know what I would to if you didn’t come.” Jenny said and felt a twinge of pain at the thought. “But you’re here now and that’s all that matters my love.” Jenny said with a smile as she wiped the tear out of her eye.

“We’re together now.” Tom said as he walked toward the bed. Jenny rose to her knees and open her arms to accept his embrace, pulling him onto the bed with her as their bodies melted together.

Their souls touched as their tongues danced during the first kiss of many kisses that fateful night for the new couple. Their lips glided over each other’s lips as their hands explored and caressed each other’s silk covered bodies. Passions rose and hearts raced as fingers glided over places where they dared not go only days before. As the kiss broke they still held each other’s trembling body tight their breath quick, lust burning in their eyes.

“I have to tell you something.” Jenny said closing her eyes for a moment. “You know that I waited some time for you to love me, but what you may not know is that I also waited for you to make love to me.”

“You mean, you’ve never . . .” Tom’s words trailed off as he was humbled by the magnitude of her gift.

“Yes, Tom I’m a virgin. I know I don’t need to tell you to be gentle or kind to me.” Jenny said as her eyes pierced his soul and her revelation shocked him to the core. Jenny could see that her confession had scared Tom and threatened to spoil the mood so she tried her best to reassure him as best she could. “I have never wanted anyone but you Tom. I’ve waited so long for this moment but please don’t make me wait any longer.” Jenny said and looked deep into his eyes with the sultriest look she could manage and said “Please make love to me”.

Tom kissed her with the passion and lust that burned in their hearts and answered her doubts she had about scaring him away. The intensity of the kiss grew and the caressing resumed as they surrendered themselves to the moment. The heat of their combined passion consumed them as they started to disrobe each other kissing all the while. Jenny fumbled with the buttons of Tom’s shirt hardly believing that it was actually happening. She was really about to make love to the man she had adored for far too long, about to feel his skin next to hers.

After she had a few buttons opened she moved the attention of her kisses to the new skin that she liberated from behind the fabric barrier. Tom managed to get the lace jacket off of her shoulders just in time to hit the floor the same time as his shirt. Jenny did not stop there; she was so hot for him now that she practically tore his pants off somehow crudely removing his shoes and socks in the process. Tom stopped her before she could remove the last, most intimate article of clothing he had on.

Gingerly he pulled her back up to kiss her once more, this time he had to hold her head steady in order to calm her down. He forced a tender pace to the kiss to prevent her lust from charging on ahead before it was time to. After a tender moment of soft, intimate kissing Tom broke the kiss and took the next initiative. Slowly he pulled on the silk bow that held the front of her baby doll together. After unfastening the single clasp hidden on the bra, the garment was discarded freeing her upper body from it’s silky restraints.

The sight of her naked breasts for the first time was awe-inspiring and Tom’s chin dropped. They rose and fell enticingly with the heaving of her excited breaths as she anticipated what he would do next. The large round globes of tender silky woman flesh were topped with two now very erect nipples that begged to be sucked.

Tom laid Jenny back on the bed and her golden hair spilled around as he kissed a trail from her lips to her left breast slowly. Ever so slowly he traced circles around her breasts with his fingers while he explored her tit flesh with his tongue and mouth. He was careful not to touch either nipple for the first while with either mouth or finger.

Strange and wondrous sensations washed over her that she had not known even in the best of her masturbation sessions. Skillfully he ensured that both breasts got equal attention of mouth and finger. She strained for some attention to be paid to her aching nipples and lunged and twisted when a finger or tongue strayed near one of them. She grunted her frustration each time when quickly he would move out of the way to avoid contact. When she could not take any more of this torturous pleasure she grabbed two handfuls of hair and dragged Tom’s expert lips to the nearest forgotten nipple.

“OOOOHHHHH GOD BABY!!” Jenny moaned out loudly as he now attacked the nipple. “YES THAT’S IT!! YEEESSS! OH YEAH SUCK IT!!” Jenny cried out as waves of electric pleasure shot from her breasts to her pussy; she guided his mouth from one nipple than to the other. Her pussy juices started flowing wetting the small fabric that covered her most intimate place. The sweet fragrance of an excited pussy filled the room and permeated their nostrils. Her pussy throbbed and her clitoris stood at attention both screaming for some attention but Jenny didn’t know exactly what they needed.

She lost her grip on the clumps of his hair as he kissed his way down her flat, tight tummy. Jenny had no idea what he was about to do but after the exquisite pleasure he had given her breasts she was not about to stop him. For he was heading for the place that ached for some release, she needed to cum and bad. Soon Tom was face to face with the source of the fragrance that permeated the walls of that intimate bedroom. Jenny watched as Tom slowly peeled the soaked fabric of her panties down her legs and heard the wet fabric hit the floor. She felt his breath wash over her pussy, causing her to quiver in anticipation of the pleasure she hoped he would soon bring her.

“What are you going to do babe?” Jenny asked still unsure of what Tom’s plans were.

“I’m gonna eat you till you cum so hard you pass out.” Tom said as he flashed her a wicked smile. She responded with a slightly puzzled look and was about to ask him to clarify his answer when his actions spoke volumes.

He stretched out his tongue and licked up the inside of one of her pussy lips. Intense pleasure surged forth from her hot pussy in a way that she had never before experienced. A long quivering moan escaped her lips as he found her clitoris and started to play with it. Flicking his tongue back and forth across her love bud while randomly and tenderly licking her wet pussy lips, he continued to pleasure her. He kept up a pattern that he knew would work on her. His experience as a cuntlicker had taught him just how to drive a woman wild with his tongue. When his first finger entered her sopping wet pussy she could no longer keep silent.

“OOOHHH BABY WHAT YOU DO TO ME!!! OH GOD EAT ME!! OH GOD YES!! EAT ME UNCLE TOM!!!” Jenny shouted out and she continued to babble and drive him on as he thrust two fingers into her pussy. Words came out of her mouth that Tom never knew she had heard and that turned him on all the more as nasty, filthy words spilled forth.

When her pussy started to quake and clamp down on his fingers, he started lapping up all the juices he could as she forcefully came for the first time that night. Wave after wave of ecstasy ripped through her young body as she trembled and shook through the powerful climax. “OH GOD CUMMING BABY, I’M CUMMING!!! EAT ME OH GOD EAT ME BABY!! HOLY SHIT WHAT YOU DO TO ME!!!!” Jenny screamed as Tom mercilessly kept up his attack on her poor pussy, adding more pleasure to her already overloaded nervous system. She went strait from one orgasm to the next for the fist time in her life. She arched her back and with one final scream she slumped back onto the bed unconscious. Tom moved up beside her and held her, waiting for her to wake up, ensuring that is face would be the first thing she would see. After a moment her eyes fluttered open and beamed the love and gratitude that she had for her new lover. She kissed him on the lips not caring that she could taste her own juices on his lips however she was not offended by the sweet taste.

“That was the most incredible experience I have ever had. It was well worth the wait baby.” Jenny said as she peppered his face with baby kisses. “What’s next?!” She asked energetically, looking to Tom to guide her down the path of sensual pleasure.

“That depends on what you want to do. You could either do for me what I just did for you, or we could go ahead and get down to it, you know fuck.” Tom said with a playful hint as they caressed each other casually.

“I think turnabout is fair play, don’t you?” Jenny said with a sinful smile. “Besides, I’ve never seen a D. . . dick up close before, I’m kinda curious.” Jenny added with a playful lift of her eyebrow.

“Be my guest Sweetheart.” Tom said as she positioned herself next to his groin and then traced the considerable bulge she found there with her finger.

This was her first chance to explore the mysterious and intimate place on Tom’s body, and her first chance to give him some pleasure. She wanted so much to give back some of the joy he had given her in the time that they had shared thus far. Slowly she pulled at the waistband of the undergarment and pulled them off revealing Tom’s aching eight-inch erection. Once the underwear was discarded Jenny explored Tom’s dick poking and caressing his whole groin area like a kid with a new toy. Once she had become familiar with his equipment she looked up at Toms face.

“What do I do?” She asked with an innocent look as she held his cock with one hand.

“Lick it like an ice cream cone or eat it like a banana.” Tom said and Jenny did just as he said.

Clearly she was a novice but she was an eager novice as she tried her best to lick the whole dick at once. Her tongue was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Tom watched as the face of the woman that had grown from the little girl that he loved so much, tongued his cock. She spent some time licking his cock before moving her lips to the head of his cock. She looked him in the eyes as she pressed her lips down his cock as far as she could go. Before lifting her head back up so that her lips just kissed the tip of his cock. Slowly she repeated this process again and again; all the while their eyes remained locked. Tom watched as the sweet, angelic face that you would never believe would say ’shit’ was swallowing his cock. It was an odd feeling watching his cock disappear into that beautiful, innocent looking and oh so familiar face. The more she saw the pleasure in his face the more it spurred her on, and the faster her pace became. Soon raw lust replaced the pleasure displayed on his face.

“Oh yeah suck it baby! C’mon suck it Sweetie Suck it!!” Tom cried out.

With renewed exuberance she sucked harder and faster on the cock of the man she had loved since childhood. Like a machine she pistoned her mouth on his cock desperately trying to please him. She was unsure of what would happen when he did cum, should she swallow it or spit it out? She had never tasted cum and had no idea what it tasted like or even if she wanted to taste it. She was unable to stop herself now even if she wanted to and plowed on ahead in the unfamiliar yet interesting territory of oral sex.

She found that the more she gave him head the more that she liked the act; it was not an unpleasant act from her perspective. She liked the feel of his hot pulsing cock in her mouth and knowledge that she alone was in control of the moment; she set the pace of his pleasure.

“Oh shit gonna blow Sweetie, SUCK IT! SWALLOW IT! Oh God baby!” Tom cried out as he felt the pressure building in his loins, he new that he was about to cum.

As the first gush of cum rushed forth and hit the back of Jenny’s throat she stopped bobbing her head and started swallowing. She found the taste of his cum salty but not entirely unpleasant as more of the liquid erupted into her mouth. She was amazed as to how much cum he shot down her eager throat but dutifully swallowed it all, hoping she repaid him the pleasure he was due. As his dick stopped spurting cum it started to soften, and Jenny let it out of her mouth but proceeded to lick it clean, not wanting to waste a drop of his cum.

“How was that?” Jenny asked between licks of Tom who was trying to catch his breath.

“Fantastic, absolutely fantastic Sweetheart.” Tom smiled as he brushed the hair away from her face.

The combination of the cleaning job she was doing on his dick and the fact that she was doing it had him hard again in record time. Once it was hard again Jenny looked into his eyes and the magic words every man wants to hear.

“Okay, now we can fuck?” Jenny said as she got a small charge out of swearing in Tom’s presence. She crawled up next to him and they got into the missionary position. Tom stopped just before he entered her even though ever fiber in his being just wanted to slam it home hard and fast.

“This first time will hurt a bit, but I promise it will feel much better in a little bit.” Tom said tenderly, allowing her a moment to say no to this colossal step. Jenny looked into Tom’s eyes nodded her understanding and signaling that she was ready for him to make her a woman.

Slowly he pressed forward and the head of his dick spread the outer lips of her pussy. As he pressed further forward he felt the velvet vise of her virgin honey pot spread but still clamping tightly around his invading cock. He paused momentarily when he felt her hymen break reading her face for a reaction. The stabbing pain caught Jenny by surprise and she winced. She had been lost in the wondrous feeling of Tom’s cock spreading her open and was caught off guard. Tom had stopped his progress into her and waited until she signaled that she was ready for her to continue. After a moment more of his slow steady stroke into her, he was all the way inside of her. As they looked into each other’s eyes while both of them adjusted to the exquisite pleasure of the moment.

Jenny could not believe the fantastic feeling of having Tom’s cock buried inside her pussy. The sort, sharp pain was well worth the glorious feeling of being ‘full’. She smiled into Tom’s eyes and stroked his hair content that their two bodies finally were now one.

Tom withdrew his cock until just the head kissed the lips of her pussy than began a slow grinding fuck. Jenny’s eyes shot wide open and she drew a deep breath the first time this happened. A low guttural moan followed as Tom kept slowly thrusting into her, sending rapturous ripples of bliss throughout her body. Slowly he increased his pace as Jenny closed her eyes and got used to the rigors of their fucking. She even began instinctively meeting his thrusts with movements of her own. Their fucking now reached a fevered pitch their movements now ruled by instinct as the new lovers fucked wildly. The moaning was now replaced by sharp heaving breaths rasping as Jenny fought for air gritting her teeth.

“OOOOHHH YEAH!! OH GOD FUCK ME BABY! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!” Jenny cried out in the heat of the moment. Jenny thought to herself that since she now knew that sex was this good she wouldn’t need her clothes for a few days at least. She planned to fuck herself silly over the next few days and weeks. Tom would surely never be the same after she was done with him!

Tom madly thrust into the hottest, wettest and tightest little pussy he had never had the exquisite pleasure of pumping his dick into. He could not believe that this virgin, this innocent looking angel could be the hottest piece of ass he had ever had! However he could not deny the fact that indeed she was! After some time he grew tired of the missionary position so he withdrew his cock in order to switch positions.

“NOOOO BABY! What are you DOING? Stick it in! Fuck me sweetheart!” Jenny demanded nearly in tears as she pawed at his cock, the source of her recent trips to heavens door.

“Turn over, get on your hands and knees baby, Trust me, it’ll be perfect!” Tom said with a wicked smile Jenny eagerly complied and looked over one shoulder waiting for Tom to start fucking her again.

“Please” was the only thing she said with a desperate look on her face.

When that dick entered her pussy again the blissful reaction on her face was much like that of an addict that had just been given their next hit. True to form, Jenny got the hang of this position too and soon they were fucking in perfect sync like experienced lovers. Tom’s hands on her slender hips helped guide and set the pace of their frenzied fucking. The golden mane of Jenny’s twisting and turning head as she eagerly thrust to meet Tom’s strokes flew in every direction. The massive globes of Jenny’s more than ample bosom crashed and bounced against each other as Tom watched. The slapping of their bodies rang out like a metronome timing their heated thrusts. The creaking of the bed along with their heavy breathing and the sloshing sound of a wet pussy being well fucked added to this symphony of sex that rang from the walls.

“I’M CUMMING BABE!!! OH CHRIST I’M CUMMING! AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!” Jenny cried out and her entire body stiffened up and her pussy quaked and clamped down on Tom’s dick so hard he had to stop thrusting. He watched with his dick held prisoner in her quivering pussy as her whole being trembled as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her body. Once her climax was over her head hit the mattress and she went limp as she tried to catch her breath.

Tom couldn’t wait or give her a chance to recuperate from that orgasm before starting thrusting into her again. As Tom pounded away into her pussy as fast and furious as he could possibly handle Jenny laid her head to one side. She was barely conscious; her mind and body was still overloaded from the non-stop pleasure that flowed through her body. Jenny moaned continuously with her eyes closed trying to encourage her lover on even in her dazed state. Tom watched her ass cheeks ripple with the force of his powerful thrusts as he slammed into her desperately trying to makes himself cum. Jenny was also so very close to cumming yet again with the exquisite fucking that Tom was giving her. After a few minutes of this savage fucking Tom threw his head back and shouted. “OH GOD I’M CUMMING BABE!!”

As the first searing hot drops of his load hit the deepest depths of her pussy Jenny’s eyes shot open. She felt the wondrous wash of her insides and this triggered her next orgasm. More and more of his salty cum erupted from his cock now buried deep inside her mixing with her own copious juices. Her orgasm was less violent but no less intense, she simply didn’t have any more strength to thrash about like before. When both of their climaxes had finished they collapsed in a heap and entwined in a tender embrace as they caught their breath.

“I love you Tom, That was the perfect end to the perfect day, cause I finally got to have you.” Jenny said warmly and wearily as she smiled and stroked his sweat-covered cheek.

“I love you Jenny. God help me . . . how I love you.” Tom smiled as he stroked her cheek, she beamed back at him and they both drifted off to sleep.

As Tom woke the next morning he felt the vivid sensations of last night’s torrid session of fucking coming back to him. The sensations were so vivid it was almost unreal; he could almost feel Jenny’s pussy clamping and moving on his cock. His eyes fluttered open and he started to get his bearings, something about this morning did not feel right.

“Morning sleepyhead.” Jenny smiled cheerily as she continued her slow grinding fuck. Rising and falling, repeatedly and steadily she impaled herself on his cock.

“What the?” Tom muttered under his breath.

“When I woke up this morning, I noticed you were already hard and I didn’t let a good thing go to waste.” Jenny smiled coyly as she continued to fuck without missing a beat.

“Now this is the best start to a day I can possibly imagine.” Tom said as he put his hands behind his head and watched Jenny ride him for a few moments.

Tom saw Jenny’s considerably blessed breasts bounce in time to her thrusts, seductively teasing him to pay some attention to them. Tom could not refuse, and leaned forward to kiss and lick Jenny’s breasts as she rode his cock.

“Oh yeah lover, you know how to treat a woman.” Jenny cooed as she tried to keep her timing while Tom unleashed his oral talents on her heavenly mounds. They both could see that they had a long tiring and pleasurable day ahead of them, thank God it was Sunday.

“I try my best sweetheart, I have one question though, aren’t you afraid of getting pregnant?” Tom asked during a brief respite from sucking her marvelous mounds.

“I’ve been on the pill for a few months now.” Jenny smiled cheekily, as she continued her thrusting.

“You did think of everything didn’t you?” Tom smiled and they both laughed before returning to the pleasurable occupation of the moment.