Chapter 7

I met Jen in front of school on Friday morning. Like we had done every morning for the past week, we kissed and hugged.

"I'm so excited about tonight and the party tomorrow," Jen said.

"So am I!" I giggled. "Especially tonight. I want you so bad."

Jen and I hadn't had much time together for the past few days. I had to go to gymnastics every night, to get ready for the meet. Jen and her mom came to watch, but with school work and my chores around the house we didn't find the time alone we both desired.

Every night we talked on the telephone, professing our love for one another and talking about what we would do once we were together and alone. On Thursday night, we talked sexy to each other and masturbated while telling the other exactly what we were doing and how we felt.

Suzie and Kathy seemed to accept our budding relationship and didn't say much about it.

Jen and I had invited several of the kids from school to attend the party and everyone we asked said they would be there. I had called Mary Jo, invited her and Shannon to come to the party, and she agreed.

We were sitting at our normal table for lunch when Suzie came over and sat down. She looked at Jen and me and then began to cry.

"What's wrong, Suzie?" I asked.

"I don't think I can come to the party on Saturday. My parents are going to my aunt and uncle's house and won't let me stay home alone. They said they were leaving on Saturday and wouldn't be home until Sunday afternoon," Suzie told us between sobs.

"Why don't you spend the night at my house?" Jen said. "Cindy is going to be there too. We can have our own little pajama party."

"Really? Do you think your mom would let me?" Suzie asked, wiping her eyes.

"Sure, give me you number and I'll have my mom call yours." Jen smiled. "Do you think she'll let you stay?"

"I think so, Dad was going to let me stay at home alone, but Mom said no. If she knows I'll be at your house, she might let me." Suzie grinned. "Thanks."

Kathy didn't join the group that day. She had to meet with one of her teachers to get help with a math class she was having trouble in. Kirk and Martin came over and ate lunch with the three of us.

After school, Jen's mom picked us up. She drove to my house and came in to talk to Mom while I grabbed the things I would need for my stay.

"I don't think we're going to be able to use the pool tomorrow, Cindy," Jen said as she sat on my bed and watched me changing my clothes. "Dad said it's going to be too cold."

It was only a few days into spring and the weather was fickle at that time of year where we lived. It wasn't uncommon for it to be in the eighties one day and in the fifties the next. According to the weather report, it was going to be cool and overcast on Saturday.

"Oh well, what can you do about the weather?" I said as I held up a pair of jeans and a pair of stretch pants.

Jen grinned and pointed at the stretch pants. I tossed the jeans at her and pulled the pants she selected up my legs and over my hips. Jen folded my jeans, got up and packed them in my bag while I put on a tight matching top.

My top had a scoop neckline and exposed the tops of my boobs. Jen came over to me and traced the opening with her fingertip, sending shivers through my body. I giggled and she covered my boobs with both hands.

Jen looked into my eyes, leaned her head close to mine and kissed my nose. Her fingers flexed on my breasts and I felt my nipples starting to respond. Moving her hands under my boobs, Jen teased my nipples with her thumbs.

The tight top and my sheer bra did little to conceal my excitement. I moaned, put my hand on the back of her head and pulled Jen's lips to mine. We held the kiss and it grew in passion. Our tongues met and our breathing became heavy.

Jen and I finally moved apart and stood staring at one another.

"Have I told you how much I love you lately?" Jen said.

"Yes, but I never get tired of hearing you say it, Sweetie. I love you too, Jen."

We hugged for a moment and then I finished packing.

"I wish we could just spend the weekend naked," I said as I put the last of my toiletries into the bag.

"Someday my love-someday." Jen grinned at me, glanced at my crotch and winked.

I picked up my small suitcase and we left my room. We went to the kitchen, sat down and waited for our moms to stop talking.

"Mom, could you please call Suzie's mom and ask her if Suzie can spend the night on Saturday? Her parents are going out of town and if she can't stay with us, she won't be able to come to the party." Jen handed her mom the slip of paper with Suzie's number on it.

"I'd be happy to, Jen. May I use your phone, Kim?" Mrs. Harris said.

Mom nodded and pointed at the wall phone in the kitchen. Jen's mom called and talked to Suzie's mom for a few minutes. After she hung up, she sat down and nodded.

"Suzie's mom said she could stay, girls. She'll drop Suzie off tomorrow afternoon on her way out of town."

My mom asked Jen and me if we wanted something to drink and got up to fix coffee for her and Mrs. Harris. We asked for sodas and Mom got two cans of Coke out of the refrigerator.

"I talked to Mrs. Carter today. She told me about the dance club Mary Jo asked you to go to," Mom said.

"Really, what did she say?" I replied.

Mom sat down next to Jen's mom and across from Jen and me. "She said the club was run by a church. The pastor started it so teens would have a place to go. It seems the church doesn't look at relationships like the one you two have as being wrong."

"Does that mean we can go?" Jen asked.

"Kim and I don't see why not," Mrs. Harris said. "We talked about it and decided you could go if you wanted to."

"Thanks," Jen and I said at the same time.

Mom and Mrs. Harris chuckled.

"Mrs. Carter said they have the dances on the last Friday of the month. She said Mary Jo and Shannon go to almost everyone," Mom said.

Jen's mom smiled. "I think it's great that someone provides a place for teens to go where they'll feel accepted."

We finished our drinks and then Jen, her mom and I got up to leave. I hugged my mom and told her I'd see her at the party. She hugged me back and whispered into my ear.

"Have a good time, Cindy. I love you."

I hugged her tighter. "Love you too, Mom. See you tomorrow."

When we arrived at Jen's house, Jen and I ran to her room to put my suitcase away. She turned on the stereo and we sat on her couch listening to the thumping rock music. I flipped around, rested my head on Jen's leg and looked up at her.

"Still love me?" I asked.

Jen put her hand on my cheek and stroked me. "More every day, Cindy. I never knew I could feel like this. When ever I see you or touch you, I feel like I'm going to burst."

I reached up and ran my fingers through her hair. We smiled at each other and I sighed. "You make me feel so special, Sweetie. I love being with you."

The song we were listening to ended and a slow song started. I got up, took Jen's hand and pulled her to her feet. "You know, we've never danced together." I took her in my arms and we began to sway to the music.

We were awkward, neither of us really knowing what to do or how to move. After trying several things, we just held one another and moved as one. Our feet remained still and we pressed our bodies together.

"I think we need to learn how to dance if we're going to go to the club with Mary Jo and Shannon," I said softly, my face against hers.

"Yeah, I think we need someone to teach us. I've never really danced with anyone before, not slow."

Even though our dancing was clumsy, we didn't stop until the music changed to a fast song. Jen and I held one another for a moment and then began to dance to the song. We both watched the music channel on television and knew the steps. Jen and I laughed as we bounced around her bedroom causing her mom to come up and see what was going on.

"Hi, Mom," Jen yelled above the music. "Cindy and I are just dancing."

Mrs. Harris turned the volume down a little and we stopped dancing.

"You two sounded like you were going to come through the ceiling," Mrs. Harris said.

"Sorry, Mom. We'll try to be quite." Jen turned the volume down a bit more.

"We tried to dance slow," I said. "We didn't do very well. Neither of us knows how to do it."

"Slow dancing isn't that hard, you just have to learn a few simple steps," Jen's mom said.

"Could you teach us sometime, Mom?" Jen asked.

Mrs. Harris smiled and replied, "Sure, I can show you two now, that is if you have anything we can dance to."

Jen went to the stereo, picked up her cassette tapes and began to go through them. She found one and put it into the player. When the slow music began, she looked at her mom.

"How's this?" Jen asked.

"That's fine. Okay, come over here and stand in front of me." Mrs. Harris waited for Jen and me to move to where she was pointing. "Watch my feet and try to follow what I do."

Jen's mom began to move her feet, repeating the steps over and over. Jen and I started to move too, trying to match what she was doing.

"You two have to decide who is going to lead and who is going to follow," Jen's mom said as she continued to move. "When I dance with your father, he leads. I would suggest both of you learn to lead."

Jen and I agreed. Mrs. Harris put us together and showed us how to hold each other. "You do the same thing we were doing, only this time one of you has to do it backwards. The way you're standing, Jen holding your right hand, Cindy, Jen would lead."

I waited for Jen to start moving and attempted to follow her. After a couple of minutes, I started to get the hang of it and move my feet. After dancing to another song, Mrs. Harris showed us how to dance with one of us putting our arms around the other's neck.

Jen put her arms around my neck and her mom guided my hands to Jen's hips.

"If you want to get closer, Cindy can put her arms around your waist, Jen." Mrs. Harris showed me what to do. When I let my hand drift to Jen's bottom, Mrs. Harris laughed. "You're just like Jen's father, he likes to dance with his hands on my butt."

Jen's mom sat on the bed, watching us dance and giving us pointers. When the song ended, Jen and I kept moving, causing Jen's mom to chuckle. We spent the next half hour dancing and being coached by Mrs. Harris. Once we were comfortable, Jen's mom got up to leave.

"Thanks, Mom," Jen said.

"Yes, thank you very much," I said.

"I need you two to give me a hand in the basement. Since we won't be able to have the party outside, we'll have to set up the tables and chairs inside." Mrs. Harris began to leave.

"We'll do it now, Mom," Jen said and then we separated.

The three of us went down to the basement. Mrs. Harris told us what she wanted and Jen and I started to pull the long tables out of the storeroom and set them up. Once the tables were in place, we helped put the paper covering on them.

While Jen and I got the chairs and began putting them around the table, Mrs. Harris opened a set of vertical blinds at the far end of the large room. I looked and noticed you could walk out of the basement to the patio and pool.

Jen saw me staring out the sliding glass doors, came over and stood next to me. She put arm around my waist and held me to her side.

I leaned my head against her shoulder. "I can't wait until we can go swimming, Jen. I've been dreaming about laying in the sun with you."

"Me too. I hope we can get killer tans this summer." Jen giggled. "I want to get an all over tan, if you catch my drift."

"Well, the patio is secluded enough," Mrs. Harris said, startling Jen and me. "I may even join you."

"MOM!" Jen said.

"What, don't you think I would like a 'killer' tan too?" Jen's mom said. "The pool and patio is one of the reasons we bought this house."

"You would do that? You would lay out in the nude?" Jen said.

"Why not, my body isn't that bad." Mrs. Harris began to laugh and then got serious. "If you two want to tan in the nude, it's fine with me. I don't think anyone should be ashamed of their bodies."

Jen giggled and said, "I'll bet you wouldn't say that if I had a boyfriend."

Much to our surprise, Mrs. Harris said, "If you had a boyfriend that was as nice as Cindy and you loved him as much as you love her, I might consider it. If it were one of those losers you seemed to gravitate to before, there would be no way."

Jen sighed. "They were losers, weren't they, Mom? I wish I'd have listened to you and daddy." Jen hugged me closer to her side. "I'm so happy now."

"Yes, I know you are, Honey. I think both of you are happy. At first I was upset when I discovered you and Cindy, but now, I'm very pleased-so is your father." Mrs. Harris moved closer to us and put her arms around Jen and me. "Cindy, you are a very lucky girl to have parents like you have. If your mom hadn't calmed me down and convinced me that things were okay, I might have tried to make you two stop seeing each other.

"Kim said that we should just let you two be teenagers and support you. She was right and I'm so happy to have met her and your father."

I felt tears streaming down my cheeks, tears of joy. My heart pounded in my chest and I had a lump in my throat. Being in love with Jen was wonderful-having parents that understood, accepted and supported us was almost as good.

"Okay, now lets finish up so I can start dinner," Mrs. Harris said, backing away.

When I looked at Jen's mom, I saw she had tears on her cheeks too. When I moved away from Jen, she jumped into her mom's arms and hugged her. After a moment, Jen whispered something and Mrs. Harris leaned back and looked into Jen's eyes.

Mrs. Harris' face went from serious to a big smile and then she nodded. "Yes, Jenny, you two can use the tub tonight. Just make sure you clean it up after you're finished. "Oh, one other thing, not too much bubble bath this time, it took an hour to clean the bathroom last time."

"Thanks, Mom. I'll be careful," Jen said.

We finished setting up the basement for the party and then Jen and I sat on one of the couches. Mrs. Harris went upstairs to start dinner.

"What was that all about?" I asked.

"I asked Mom if we could use the whirlpool tub in her room and she said yes." Jen kissed me and grinned. "We can take a bubble bath together-that is if you want to."

I threw my arms around Jen's neck and covered her face with kisses. "Want to! Just try to stop me. I can't wait to cuddle in the tub with you, Sweetie."

Jen and I spent the next hour snuggled together on the couch. We kissed often, but our hands avoided one another's boobs and crotches. It felt wonderful to just kiss and hold each other. I wanted to make love to Jen, I wanted to touch and taste her, but the closeness was overpowering. My entire body ached with my love for Jen.

"Jen, do you remember what you told Kathy and Suzie the other day? You know, about feeling the same way even if we didn't have sex." Jen nodded. "I feel the same way about you. I love being close like this and not doing anything more than kissing and cuddling."

Jen moved one of her hands to my boob and began gently massaging it. She kissed my neck and nibbled my earlobe. Jen moved her mouth to my chest and kissed my exposed skin. Hooking her finger in my top, she pulled it down and licked the top of my breast.

"I want to undress you and kiss you everywhere," Jen said. "I can't get enough of you, Cindy."

"I'm not stopping you, do what you want with me." Jen pulled my bra away from my breast, latched her mouth onto my nipple and nibbled. "Mmmm, I'll give you an hour to stop that, Jen."

I held Jen's head in my hands and arched my back, pushing my chest against her mouth. Jen sucked and lightly bit my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I moaned and squirmed as she continued to attack my boob.