Chapter 22:Lynn & Jenny-Mae

A funny thing happened to Lynn before we met the following day. I guess it was her hormones or something, because, well, she was a virgin, had little to no experience in making out, and well ... I'll try to tell it the way she told it to me later that night.

Lynn was at home with a girl named Jenny-Mae Chandler; they were doing each others nails.

Lynn paused. "You have a brother?"

"Yeah, I thought you knew."

Lynn shook her head. "How old is he?"

"He's eighteen. He plays basketball."

"Is he cute?"

Jenny-Mae shrugged. "He's my brother. Cute, I don't know, but hung, yes."

Lynn gave her a quizzical look. "He's hung? What does that mean?"

"It means he has a big dick," Jenny-Mae giggled.

Lynn blushed and looked away. Jenny-Mae watched her face. "Your nails are done. I'll brush your hair while we wait for them to dry. Turn around."

She set the nail polish on the table by the bed, and picked up the hair brush. Jenny-Mae scooted on the bed, turned her back to Lynn and sat with her legs crossed, her hands resting on her knees and her fingers spread wide.

Lynn was quiet while she brushed. Jenny-Mae was afraid she had said something to make her angry. She tried to think of something else to talk about, and said, "I heard Mr. Perry has a big dick," and wondered why she'd brought that up.

Lynn gave her a look, and said, "Why are you talking about big dicks all of a sudden?"

"Do you think it's true?"

"I don't care about Mr. Perry's penis. Why are you so concerned about penises anyway?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe it's because you're going out on a date with Aubrey tonight."

"So?"

"So ... word is that he's really, really hung."

Lynn shivered, then quickly blurted, "Jenny-Mae Chandler. You'd better stop that kind of talk."

"Will you tell me after you've seen it?"

"No!"

"Lynn, please!"

Lynn thought back to the night before and how many times she had brought herself off, thinking about how sexy Aubrey was.

She pondered Jenny-Mae's request about telling her about his penis when she 'd had a chance to see it. "Well, maybe."

They laughed together and Lynn almost knocked over the nail polish, but caught it before it tipped and quickly put the cap on.

"Are you going to suck him off?"

"Jenny-Mae, you better cut that out!"

Lynn's face was bright red.

"You want to don't you?" she said gleefully, and then puffed out her cheeks.

"What?" Lynn said, wondering what her friend was doing.

"That's how you'll look after he shoots his stuff into your mouth. You won't know whether to spit or swallow."

Jenny-Mae puffed out her cheeks again, this time she made her eyes bulge too. They both laughed at her antics, and then Jenny-Mae sighed and her eyes turned up with a dreamy look. "I'd love to do it with a guy who had a really big thing, just once; just to see how it felt."

"Have you done it already?" Lynn asked.

"Oh ... yeah, I have."

"What was it like ... I mean, I haven't?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. I'm a virgin."

"Well ... I like the feel of the guy's cock in my mouth. It's hard to describe ... it's like really hard, yet silky soft at the same time. So warm ... and so many different textures, you know?"

Lynn nodded, urging her friend on.

"And it throbs ... kinda like a heart beat ... he called it pulsing ... maybe that's the same thing, I don't know. But I loved the feeling of power it gave me over him. I was definitely in control. Really, I was in control. And that's wild too. And just before they cum, you can sorta feel it swell up in your mouth. I know I wanna suck like crazy then, 'cause he's gonna cum. I wanna make him cum. Then he cums and it's ... kinda weird."

"Weird ... how?"

"Well, there's the taste. Sometimes I love it. Sometimes I hate it. I don't know why."

"I don't understand," Lynn said looking back over her shoulder.

"Well, one of the guys ... the first one. He tasted good, and I swallowed almost all of it. The other guy had a kinda bitter, salt-like taste. I spit him out. I only did him the one time."

"And the other guy? The first one?"

"Oh, I do him whenever, you know?"

"Would you ... show me how you do it?"

"Show you what?" Jenny-Mae asked, already knowing the answer.

"How to ... you know, give a blowjob?"

"What do you mean; you've never done it before?"

Jenny-Mae shrugged. "Well, I did, but I don't know if I did it very good."

Lynn laughed as her face turned red. "Jenny-Mae, guys don't care, trust me. As long as you put his dick in your mouth, he doesn't care how good it is."

Lynn covered her mouth with the back of her hand while she laughed.

Jenny-Mae only smiled.

Lynn stopped laughing.

"Ok, I'll show you. Turn around."

Jenny-Mae turned around and they faced each other with their legs crossed. Lynn raised the hairbrush, holding it by the bristle end. The handle end was a round shaft with a blunt end.

"Pretend this is a guy's cock," Jenny-Mae said. "You know what one looks like, right?"

Lynn giggled. "Sure. I'm not that dumb."

"Good. I hope you know what a cock looks like." She held the blunt end close to her mouth, her eyes on Lynn's. "First, you kiss it, then you lick it a few times," she said, then pressed her lips to the handle. Her tongue poked out and ran up and down the handle. "Then you just suck on it." She put the handle between her lips and slid it in and out of her mouth. "That's it," she said with a shrug. "Oh, and make sure you don't let your teeth touch the cock. Guys hate that."

"Okay," Lynn said with a nod of confidence she had yet to feel.

Jenny-Mae angled the brush toward her. "Now you try it."

Lynn licked her lips. "What do I do again?"

"Kiss it, and lick it like you really like it."

"Will I?"

Jenny-Mae grinned. "Ain't nothin' like it."

Lynn leaned forward and kissed the tip a few times. She stuck her tongue way out and ran it up the sides of the handle, just like Jenny-Mae had. She looked into Jenny-Mae's eyes. She had a smirk on her lips. Lynn put her hand around Jenny-Mae's hand, pulled the brush closer, and closed her mouth over the end of the handle.

"Are you sure you never did this?" Jenny-Mae said.

Lynn licked her lips and wiped her mouth.

"Of course not, that's why I'm asking you."

Jenny-Mae laughed. "What makes you think I'm good at giving head?"

"Well, you are, aren't you?"

Jenny-Mae's laughing stopped. "Yeah," she said somewhat reflectively, "So what?"

"So ... I want to be good at it, too," Lynn said, fingering the top edge of her sock.

"It's not so hard. I just showed you, and you did it."

"What about kissing?" Lynn asked.

"What about it?"

"Well, I want to be ready when I get to do it with a boy. I want to do it right. Could we practice on each other?"

Lynn watched Jenny-Mae's eyes, hoping she hadn't gone too far. Her friend didn't look upset, though. She was looking down at the bedspread, and her lips were curled up in a grin. Then she looked up, and her face was serious.

"Okay, it's easy. Mostly, you just let the boy do the kissing, and you sort of go along with it. I'll be the boy. You just close your eyes."

Lynn closed her eyes and leaned forward with her lips slightly parted. Her breath was shallow and weak, but her blood burned in her veins. The wait seemed like forever, until Jenny-Mae's lips touched hers, and lights flashed behind her closed eyes. Jenny-Mae pressed with more force. Lynn's lips yielded and Jenny-Mae's moist tongue pushed into her mouth.

Jenny-Mae's hand touched her cheek. Lynn tilted her head to the left and let Jenny-Mae's tongue push deeper into her mouth. Jenny-Mae's hands rested lightly on her shoulders. Jenny-Mae's lips moved down her cheek to her neck. Lynn gasped, and then moaned from deep within herself.

"Was that good?" Jenny-Mae whispered.

Lynn sighed. "Yeah, that was good."

"You think you'll be ready when you do it with Aubrey?"

"I guess so. Yeah, maybe," Lynn said. She was spinning. She desperately wanted to feel Jenny-Mae's lips on her neck again.

On a hunch, Lynn tried to arouse her friend and asked, "Does your brother turn you on?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"I bet he thinks you're a turn-on," Lynn said. She put her hands on Jenny-Mae's chest and squeezed gently through her blouse. "You have nice boobs."

"Oh, Lynn, yours are bigger than mine," Jenny-Mae said with a soft sigh. Her eyes were half closed. The room was silent except for her breathing. The touch of Lynn's fingers made her skin tingle.

"You think so?" Lynn said, and in a movement that caught the two of them by surprise, she pulled her shirt up over her chest.

She wore a lacy, black bra that matched her panties. Her breasts were squeezed into it, stretching the delicate fabric. She unhooked the catch at the front, between her swollen, soft breasts and pulled the cups away, letting her breasts fall free. They bounced and shook. Jenny-Mae turned her head, pretending not to look, but looked anyway, out of the corner of her eye. Lynn cupped them in her hands.

"Do you think my nipples are ugly?" she said, rolling the soft, pink points in her thumb and forefinger.

"Lynn..." Jenny-Mae gasped as she stared at the exposed nipples. Jenny-Mae felt her mouth go dry. Suddenly the area between her legs gave a tingle and she felt the heat within her rising.

She squirmed around, trying to get comfortable, but couldn't. "No," she said, with a shake of her head. Her hair fell across her eyes and she brushed it behind her ears.

"C'mon, let me see yours," Lynn said.

"You ... you're the one ... not knowing what its like. Why are you ... doing this?"

"C'mon," Lynn said teasingly, never taking her eyes off Jenny-Mae's.

Jenny-Mae hesitated, watching her, hoping her friend was only teasing her. Then she knew Lynn was deadly serious and wondering if she would regret what she was about to do, Jenny-Mae slowly unbuttoned the front of her blouse.

Lynn's eyes gave her eagerness away as Jenny-Mae untucked the blouse from her jeans. Both girls' hearts were pounding.

The corners of Lynn's mouth curled up. Jenny-Mae set her blouse neatly aside on the bed, reached behind herself and unfastened the clasp of the bra with her trembling hands. The bra fell from her shoulders and she set it on the bed with her blouse.

"They're nice," Lynn said, staring at her chest. "They're not so small." Her hands came up and touched Jenny-Mae's breasts. Jenny-Mae sucked in a breath. Lynn's fingers squeezed. "They're soft, like mine, but your nipples are prettier," Lynn said, rubbing them between her fingers.

Jenny-Mae bit her lower lip and moaned softly.

"We shouldn't..."

Lynn brushed her long, dark hair back over her shoulders and pushed her chest out, ignoring Jenny-Mae's weak protest.

"Feel mine. What do you think?"

Jenny-Mae placed her hands over Lynn's boobs and squeezed gently. Lynn's eyes closed.

"They feel soft. And they're bigger, too," Jenny-Mae said in a low, breathy voice.

Lynn smirked, then closed her eyes.

"What's funny?"

Lynn's eyes opened. "Jenny-Mae, you got a great body, believe me."

She touched one of Jenny-Mae's breasts. "Your tits are really great. Don't worry about it. I know for a fact that guys really dig a girl with tits like yours."

She climbed off the bed. Jenny-Mae cupped her own breasts in her hands, and they filled her small palms.

"You think so? They don't seem very big, not like yours," Jenny-Mae said. She watched Lynn's breasts jiggle as she pulled her shirt off over her head, and was reminded of her mother's.

"I said don't worry about it. Besides, yours will probably get bigger in a year or two. Mine grew early."

"I don't know what to do with them."

"The guys you gave the blowjobs too ... didn't they play with them?"

"No!"

"No?"

"I wouldn't let them. I was so embarrassed. That's why I took them in my mouth. I wanted to get it over with. Once they came, I didn't have to worry about them making fun of my small breasts."

"My God, it's like all they ever think about. I mean, Aubrey can't keep his hands off them. You know, he called me last night and it was so hot."

"Tell me!" Jenny-Mae exclaimed excitedly, and unconsciously let her right hand drop into her lap.

"All right," Lynn said as she unfastened the button and zipper of her shorts and peeked down into the recessed opening.