Chapter 1

I looked out the window and stared aimlessly into the West Texas landscape. I sat in the back seat of my father’s Ford F-250 pickup as we rolled through the seemingly endless sand hills, the natural beauty of the Stockton Plateau, the wooded mountain slopes, and the desert grasslands. My mother was asleep in the front seat, resting her head gently against the passenger window as my dad kept his eyes steadily on the road in front of us. His voice jarred me a bit when he spoke.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it, Jenna?”

I shot him a little smile. “It is,” I said in agreement.

I was born and raised in the small West Texas college town of Salome. I’d traveled with my parents to a few different parts of Texas, but we’d never ventured this far east. About six months ago, I learned that my father’s company had transferred him to Dallas. Fortunately, he was able to postpone the move until I could graduate from high school, which allowed me to get my diploma with all the friends I’d grown up with.

Truth be told, I’d lived a very sheltered life. My parents had always shielded and protected me from the dangers of the outside world while leaving me just enough room to explore and have fun. It really was the perfect childhood. I’d loved growing up in a small town where everyone knew everyone else, and people didn’t have to lock their doors at night. However, it did have its drawbacks. That closeness also meant that everyone knew your business, which was something that I didn’t always appreciate.

My parents were fairly religious, and because of them, I was raised in the Catholic Church, and we attended mass every Sunday. When I asked my grandmother why she didn’t go with us on Sunday mornings, her response was, “God scares me when you get him indoors.” He scared me, too. The one thing that was ingrained deep into my psyche by Father Patrick each Sunday was guilt; there was never a shortage of guilt when it came to Catholicism.

Looking back, I realized that my strict upbringing had only taught me to be sneaky. Even though I waited to have intercourse until the middle of my senior year, I liked doing... other things ... after I turned 18, but never with high-school boys my own age. They tended to have big mouths, and once they got a girl into bed, they bragged to their friends, and within a day or so, everyone in our small town knew about it. So, I ventured onto the college campus and developed an appreciation for college guys. Unlike high-school boys, I figured they could probably do a better job of keeping their mouths shut after I warned them, and what I did with them never got around to the people I cared about.

As hard as the college guys tried, I never gave them my virginity, but taking them into my mouth was always fun. It didn’t take long before I was good at it, really good at it. Unlike a lot of my friends, swallowing was something that I’d always enjoyed and never had a problem with. As it turned out, it was a trait that served me well after I moved to Southern California and got into the porn business.

The countryside continued to roll by as I laid my forehead against the window; at least, it was more interesting than the endless flatlands of West Texas. I’m leaving Salome. I had thought about this for years. Going somewhere, anywhere, that was more exciting than my sleepy hometown. But this wasn’t the way I had pictured it. Dave Fassbender and I had begun going steady in January of my senior year. We got serious pretty quickly, and I fell in love with him. My college-boy activities stopped, and I gave my virginity to him in a wonderful night of love and passion. Once we graduated, our plan was to attend Southern Methodist University in Dallas together in the fall. Instead, I was heading there alone. I couldn’t stop my thoughts from wandering back to last week, the big graduation party at Travis Thompson’s house...

We had waited our turn upstairs at Travis’s house for a bedroom to open up. Presently, Becky and Trey emerged from the master, and Dave and I made it to the room before they even completely exited the door.

Dave and I had discussed this for a few weeks, and we agreed it was finally going to happen. We had been having sex for several months, and I’d been giving him blowjobs, but tonight he was finally going to go down on me. He was kind of nervous, but I’d promised it would be fine. I’d even told him it was okay if it didn’t get me there. I just wanted him to try. After a long, hot make-out session of serious kissing and fondling, he finally pulled off my panties, leaving me completely naked on the bed.

“I’m ready,” he whispered.

“I love you,” I whispered back, “no matter what happens.”

He suckled my nipples, which, as he knew, turned me on immensely. Surges of electricity coursed through my body and reverberated between my legs. I held his head gently, trying not to rush him, but I longed to feel his tongue on my pussy instead of his finger or penis.

He finally slid further down, taking his time, it seemed until he settled between my legs. I always kept a little tuft of hair above my vagina, but for something different, I’d spent the better part of an hour carefully shaving, making sure my vagina was baby-smooth. I knew he and his friends looked at those girls on pornsites, and I hoped that maybe if I looked a little more like them... down there ... he’d be more willing to take me to a place I’d never been. I opened my legs for him; I was so turned on I knew it wouldn’t take much.