Jenna Murray was a tall girl. Her face was that of a sweet, young innocent, while Jenna was in reality far from innocent. She wasn't a nymphomaniac, because nymphomaniacs are always looking for someone to give them release, if not pleasure. Jenna always received the ultimate pleasure every time she put her nineteen-year-old body to use.
She had very large, upstanding tits which she carefully encased in a bra because she knew they'd bobble too much if allowed to dangle freely beneath the transparent blouses she always wore. Her narrow waist emphasized the roundness of her hips, which, in turn, accented the litheness of her loins.
Jenna and Mickey Conforte had been good friends for more than a year. Wanting to get away from the hunger of a certain college teacher who lived near her, Jenna had decided to spend the weekend with Mickey. It wasn't that she didn't like the man. She liked him very much. Hell, she had been the one to seduce him, discovering, much to her amazement, that he'd been a virgin, which was
unusual considering his good looks. But then, Andrew Kane was a shy man, unable to approach girls as other men did. He was six feet tall, with curly brown hair, and he lived with his sister in the same apartment building as Jenna, who was already friendly with said sister.
They had met one Friday afternoon outside their building, where he had confessed to having forgotten his key. So he was waiting for his sister, who might not come home for hours. Jenna invited him to her apartment for tea, and he shyly accepted.
He joined her in the kitchen while she brewed the tea. She took cookies from a box in the refrigerator and wryly thought how amusing it was to completely disarm a man with cookies and tea, in essence getting "drunk" just as surely as if she'd plied another man with whiskey.
She poured the tea, watching beads of perspiration form on Andrew's brow. There was no doubt he would have loved to have propositioned her, but he didn't know the first thing about it. He had no idea of how to go about it, and had she approached him, he would have been too ashamed to accept. His mother had always taught him he was the man, and therefore he would have to make the first positive move. But Jenna intended prodding him a bit.
She excused herself, saying, "I want to be careful of this dress. I don't dare risk spilling anything on it. Will you excuse me while I change?"
"Look, I can always go," Andrew told her, rising as she stood.
"No," she replied, gently placing her hands on his shoulders. "It's early yet, and I'd like to speak with you for a while."
"About what?" Andrew asked.
"Your sister tells me you're a teacher. What is it
you teach?"
"Actually I'm only a substitute teacher," he blushed. "I'm only just starting now."
"Well, when I return you can tell me all about what it is you teach."
Before he could argue with her, she was gone. In a way he was glad she was changing. Her dress had been too provocative. How could he know it was supposed to be provocative? His sister had never told him Jenna was so hot, and tough almost anyone else might have guessed as much, Andrew was a totally naive man.
In less than five minutes Jenna returned to the kitchen, and what she was wearing was not only no improvement, but a lot worse. She had a black silk negligee. The silk covered her lower half, but above the waist it was all transparent black gauze, and there was nothing underneath.
Andrew stared, gazing at the way her tits swung so freely, pushing out against the filmy material. He could see the darkness of her nipples, both of which Jenna knew were erect, because she could feel the gauze rub them and tease them.
"Perhaps I'd better leave, after all," Andrew muttered, trying to stand.
This time Jenna didn't touch him. She merely stood. across from where he was sitting, posing provocatively, and saying, "I'd really like you to stay, Andrew."
"But… the way you re dressed. A I mean
"What, Andrew? I am completely dressed, aren't