Chapter 1: My Problem with Jenny

My problem with Jenny was that every time I saw her I got a hard-on.

It was very embarrassing. I just didn't know where to look.

I'd see Jenny in the high school we attended and all of a sudden my penis was rock hard. It pushed against my trousers and I'd just have to sit down. I was frightened that she'd notice! It wasn't just her I was frightened of. What would the teachers think if they saw the outline of a stiffy through the fabric of my pants? That was a thought not worth contemplating.

You see, Jenny wasn't just clever, bright, charming, kind, thoughtful, and pretty. She was damned sexy too! She was the sexiest girl in the world. And I was sure that everyone knew that!

She was the sexiest girl I'd ever seen. And I was totally besotted by her.

When we shared the same class, I always sat where I could see her. When she turned her head my heart jumped in my chest. When she scratched the back of her long and swan-like neck with her delicate fingers, my breath got short and my chest tightened. When she stood up and went to the front of the classroom to write some stuff on the blackboard, my penis sprang to life. It was all I could do not to put my hands inside my pants and jerk off.

Now, that would be embarrassing!

I don't think Jenny even noticed me. I was too shy to speak to her. And this damned erection I always had when I looked at her didn't make it any easier.

The one time I did speak to her, which was to hand her a book she'd dropped in the corridor, it was so embarrassing. I just went red in the face and couldn't speak straight. My penis sprung up from something slightly stirring (I'd been watching her stride along the corridor) into something very big.

I was sure she was looking straight at the bulge in my crotch. Oh My God! That would be the worst!

Jenny had blonde shoulder-length hair with blue eyes. Her face sparkled with a broad smile. And her face wasn't the only sexy thing about her!

She had a wonderful figure. It was the sort of figure that makes you say "Wow!"

From her perfect neck down to her shapely ankles, it was perfection all the way! Her breasts were apple-like and perky. Her thighs were slender and her legs were long. She kept her midriff bare, just like Britney Spears used to, and her navel was everything it should be. The folds around it and the tautness of her stomach couldn't be bettered.

I was in love with Jenny!

Actually, it was worse than that.

I was totally and utterly besotted by her.

I'd think about her all the time. Every time I saw a picture of a pretty girl, I'd think of Jenny. Every time there was a pretty face on television, I'd think of Jenny. Even when I watched the Powerpuff Girls I'd think of Jenny.

And every time I thought of Jenny, I got a raging hard-on.

It was too damned hard!

I saw Jenny every day. She was in the same math class as me. She studied English with me, too. And she was clever at everything she studied. Wasn't there anything she wasn't good at?

The worst was games!

OK! The girls and boys did different games. The girls did hockey and stuff, while the boys did football, basketball and stuff. I liked games, although I was no school champion. I was always one of those who helped the team score, but not one of those who got selected to represent the school.

But I always got to see Jenny during games, even if she was playing hockey or something and I was doing other stuff.

Gym kit always makes a girl look extra sexy, and in Jenny's case it sort of pushed the sexometer right off the scale! Where some girls might make the meter go red, she pushed the mercury right through the top!

There I'd be in my shorts with nothing to hide my huge bulge and everyone could see I had a massive hard-on.

In fact, my best friend, Rachel, noticed it as we were walking back together to the changing rooms.

She giggled.

"Just look at the size of that!" she exclaimed.

I frowned.

"It's very embarrassing!" I said.

"Isn't that just what happens to boys when you get older? You get erections all the time!"

"It's not all the time," I confessed sadly.

"No?" Rachel wondered with a smile. "It seems like it's all the time to me. This isn't the first time I've noticed you with such a big bulge in your shorts. It must be the hormones. Look what it's doing to me!"

I looked at Rachel, though I'd already noticed how much she was flowering. She was damned pretty too. Not as sexy and pretty as Jenny, but damned well nearly as much.

She was skinnier than Jenny, with a smaller bosom and thinner thighs. And she didn't dress nearly as sexily. She preferred to wear baggy sweat-shirts and shorts. However, when she wore tee-shirts when it was warm you could see the outline of her nipples in the cotton. And they were little gems, pressing against the fabric.

Rachel was my friend from way back. Right from when we were young. I had friends who were boys all right, but even when I was a toddler I liked the company of girls as well. Anyway, I didn't think of Rachel the way I did Jenny. I wasn't in love with her like I was with Jenny.

And speaking of whom, there was Jenny again, coming out of the shower wearing only a towel round her and her hair dripping wet. She stood outside the girls' changing rooms, chatting with Lucy, one of her friends, while pulling the towel up over her breasts. Then she went back into the girls' changing room, followed by Lucy who was pulling her top off over her head as she followed her.

My penis went even stiffer. The glans pushed painfully against my shorts and it was even possible to see the shape of it through the cotton.

"Goodness!" said Rachel with a huge grin. "It's Jenny, isn't it!"

"What!"

"It's seeing Jenny that makes your penis so stiff!" she said.

I smiled sheepishly.

"I just can't help it!"

It was at the weekend that I visited Rachel at her home.

She and her parents lived in this really nice house just a few hundred yards from where I lived with my sister and Mum and Dad. So I often went round to see her.

We were sitting on her bed, listening to pop records by people like John Bon Jovi, Elton John and Nora Jones. Rachel and I both like to keep up with the pop scene, though neither of us likes our music too hard or extreme. I'm not too keen on Heavy Metal, though I quite like the Darkness. They make original, exciting music that's not like anything anyone's ever made before. As far as dance music is concerned, I quite like Beyonce, but I'm not a big fan of rap or techno. There aren't any tunes you can hum to.

So, there we were, Rachel and I, listening to Jamie Cullum, while Rachel tucked her Amy Winehouse CD back in its case.

Then Rachel mentioned Jenny.

And like one of Pavlov's dogs, my penis immediately became stiff.

"It's funny the effect Jenny has on you, Terry," said Rachel, as she sat cross-legged on the bed.

"What do you mean?" I asked with alarm, knowing exactly what she meant.

"I mean the way every time you think of Jenny your penis gets erect like that. Look! It's got stiff again. Why's that?"

"You noticed?"

"Who couldn't?"

"Is it that bad?"

"Well, let's see it," said Rachel with a smile. "It certainly looks pretty big, but I can't be sure."

"You want to see my penis?" I asked aghast.

"Well, it won't be the first I've seen," said Rachel. "I've seen loads already!"

Of course, this was true. Rachel had already had sex with Jeremy and Nick more than half a dozen times, not to mention the other boys she'd had sex with only once, like Frank, Gary and Al.

Rachel often used to tell me about these occasions. Sometimes, she'd take down her pants, so she could show me how deeply Jeremy penetrated her, or show the bite marks that David had left on the lips of her smooth vulva.

So, I tugged down my jeans and put them on the bed. Then, with Rachel helping with the elastic waistband, I pulled my boxers down and placed them on top of the jeans. So, there I was in just my fashionable white socks and Diana Kraal tee-shirt and an erect penis that stuck out vertically from my groin up to and beyond the line of my belly-button.

"Jesus!" said Rachel with a huge grin. "That's the biggest stiffy I've ever seen!"

"Really?" I asked with some pride.

"It's much bigger than Frank's. And Al's might be long, but it's not got the body of yours. And it doesn't throb like yours does!"

Rachel put a hand on the midpoint of my penis and squeezed it softly. It twitched agitatedly from her caresses and the veins stood up even more prominently.

Rachel grinned.

"And it's thinking about Jenny that makes it so stiff, is it?" she asked.

Even the mention of Jenny's name made it stiffen even more. My glans was straining at the end and the foreskin was pulled all the way down. Rachel delightedly pumped my penis.

"Every time!" I answered.

"So, what do you like about Jenny?" Rachel wondered. "What makes her so special?"

"I don't know," I answered, keeping my eyes on my penis and Rachel's hand.

She took the length of the penis from the bottom to the top, pulling her hand up all the way, cupping it slightly and then pulling it down. Her other hand rested her weight on the bed as she lay next to me in her tight shorts and Robbie Williams tee-shirt.

"Is it her face? Her tits? Her eyes? Her smile?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I cried, as my thighs trembled and my testicles swelled close to bursting and my buttocks tightened. "It's all those things! Everything! There isn't anything about Jenny that isn't a turn-on."