Chapter 1

It was a warm and sunny morning. In fact, Jennifer Reynolds thought, it was going to be a real scorcher. Jennifer did not look forward to the day’s heat and humidity, as she was to graduate from junior college later that day. While upstate New York was generally cool and comfortable, today’s forecast called for a temperature and humidity both in the high 90s. The thought of a heavy cap and gown filled her with prospects of heat prostration.

As Jennifer stepped from the shower, she caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror on her closet door. She smiled, for in her mind she was a pretty girl. In the minds of the male population of the school, she was astonishingly beautiful. For one thing, she was quite young. Due to a fluke in birthdays, and skipping an elementary school grade, Jennifer was graduating from her junior college only months after her eighteenth birthday.

Jennifer had honey-blond hair that hung to the middle of her back, and light blue eyes. Her face was a beautiful heart shape, with a small pert nose and large, lush lips. Her thirty-six-inch breasts were quite firm, with large dark nipples that were at least two inches in width and protruded over an inch. Despite their D-cup size, her breasts did not sag. Her waist was a trim twenty-two inches, flaring out smoothly into thirty-four-inch hips. She knew that at five-foot-four she was short and made up for this by never wearing shoes with less than three-inch heels. Jennifer had a short torso, and this gave her a very long leg line. If the high heels caused her firm and rounded derriere and majestic chest to jut out, so much the better.

As Jennifer looked through her closet, she again thought that if she wasn’t careful the heat would be unbearable. Some dumb bastard, she thought, was sure to wear a three-piece suit under his robes and end up in the hospital. Accordingly, she first slipped on a tiny pair of lace panties that barely covered her neatly trimmed bush. She then pulled on a light red cotton dress. The dress barely came to mid-thigh, and hung loosely from thin ‘spaghetti’ straps, showing considerable cleavage. Then Jennifer laced on high-heeled sandals. After one final approving look in the mirror, Jennifer grabbed her cap and gown, and trotted from the room.

By mid-afternoon Jennifer was sitting in the lobby of the Student Union waiting for her guests. It was deliciously cool in the Student Union, after the burning sun in the stadium. God, she thought, why couldn’t they hold these things indoors. At least she had the brains to dress comfortably. While she had been uncomfortable, at least she hadn’t been as miserable as some of her friends.

The cool air blowing down from an overhead vent soon had her silver dollar size nipples hardening. Looking down, she noticed that they were clearly visible through the thin fabric of her dress. She was sure that several of the men passing by had also noticed, and the thought did not displease her.

Just then, all such ideas passed from her mind, as she saw her mother and her Aunt Margaret come through the door. The three women had decided to meet at the Student Union after the ceremony, rather than spend an afternoon searching for each other in the hot stadium. She was very happy to see them, as they were undoubtedly her best friends in the world.

Aunt Margaret had flown in from her home in Nevada. The past few days she had been staying at Jennifer’s mother’s house, in a neighboring town. The two women, sisters, had spent the last few days talking and helping Jennifer pack her belongings and removing them from her dorm room.

Several men in the lobby also were noticing the two women walking up to Jennifer, for noticeable they were. For one thing, they were identical twins. For another, they were quite as attractive as Jennifer. Jennifer’s mother, Alexandra, and her Aunt Margaret were only thirty-seven years old, and looked several years younger. They were both wearing light sundresses that showed their figures to perfection. In Alexandra’s case, this highlighted a large and beautiful bosom. Margaret’s sundress was several inches shorter than her sister’s, and showcased gorgeous, long legs. Both women were wearing spike heels. Their dark, curly chestnut brown hair hung shoulder-length, framing their faces, with large, dark brown eyes.

The three women hugged and decided to go downstairs to the lunchroom. They got a table, and talked about a variety of topics, including Jennifer’s post-graduation plans and several of the young men walking through. Jennifer was astonished by the explicit manner that her mother and aunt rated the boys. Although, once she thought about it, she realized it was nothing that she and her friends hadn’t already done. Then she recognized a face she hadn’t seen earlier.

“Bobby, over here. Bobby!” she called out. Bobby, a tall, good-looking young man a few years older than Jennifer, heard her voice and looked around. Finally spying her waving hand, he turned to another person, said a few words, and headed their direction. Bobby had felt the same way about the weather as Jennifer. He was wearing white tennis shorts, a white sport shirt, and deck shoes with no socks.

“Hi there, honey,” he said when he got to the table. Then he wrapped his arms around her, picked her up, and gave her a hard kiss on the lips. It lasted long enough to allow him to slip his tongue into her mouth, and he could tell Jennifer enjoyed it. After a few seconds, he set her back down and asked, “What’s up?”