Jennifer’s First Time

Note from the Author: This short story is a bit different than my typical short stories. Caution: Not for anyone under the age of 18 or if sexuality or erotica offends you. I may continue writing these type of stories depending on the response by my readers. Please let me know your opinion of this type of story. Thanks.


As Jennifer lay back onto her bed, she spread her legs to show Benjamin the soft, supple folds of her vagina, as she enjoyed the coolness of her bed coverings. A shirtless Benjamin pulsated with desire: a desire to taste this forbidden fruit.

Jennifer knew she had to be quiet. Benjamin had brought Jennifer home to her house after their date promptly at 10:45 PM, but had waited another 3 hours in order to climb in her second-story window after Jennifer’s parents had gone to sleep.

Jennifer began to wrest in anxious satisfaction. Benjamin could smell the sweet aroma of her virginity, which would soon belong to him. He began to move towards her, and reached underneath her shirt and felt her small, soft breasts. Benjamin began kissing Jennifer between the thighs, starting at one knee and slowly kissing a trail, until reaching between her legs when he would gently kiss and suck, satisfying his thirst of many years pursuit.

Benjamin began to focus exclusively on Jennifer’s satisfaction: stimulating, massaging with tongue and fingers, Jennifer began to writhe in excitement, her anticipation began climbing to new heights.

Jennifer could no longer contain a desire filling her entire body: “Be gentle, this is my first time.”

As Benjamin began to slide his penis inside Jennifer, she immediately began to grip him with a soft wetness.

Benjamin was now face to face with Jennifer. He slowly began to explore deeper as she continued to struggle to stay silent, Jennifer began slowly kissing Benjamin on the lips.

Jennifer’s fluid surrounded Benjamin as he continued pushing deeper and deeper inside Jennifer. Jennifer began to spasm as an orgasm filled her body. Benjamin continued thrusting as he turned Jennifer into a doggy-style position. Benjamin could feel Jennifer’s juicing flowing uncontrollably around his dick, and he continued to fuck her until a mountain of pleasured filled Benjamin’s body and flowed into Jennifer. Jennifer gripped Benjamin as a life-giving force. For a few short seconds, Benjamin and Jennifer melted in to one, each breathing heavily after satisfying a desire that was ignited over 12 years before.

Benjamin Survives the Coffee Shop

Benjamin had no time to consider his next move as he sat in a Starbucks on 88th in New York City. Benjamin had been in this situation enough times to know he could handle it, but he would have to be quick.

“He’s got a gun!” One of Benjamin’s fellow Starbucks patrons exclaimed, a full 4 or 5 seconds after Benjamin saw the familiar outfit, whom Benjamin immediately recognized: a white button up long sleeve shirt, tucked into black dress pants upon black shoes, pulled together with a blank tie. When Benjamin first saw the illuminati, he thought they looked more ready for a job interview than elite assassins.

Before the assassin could detonate his deadly payload, Benjamin had unveiled a .45 model 1911 from underneath his suit-jacket, a skill which had proved vital for Benjamin in situations exactly like these.

Benjamin fired 2 shots into the assassins ankles, hoping to reduce the threat while keeping the man alive for questioning.

As the assassin fell to the ground, Benjamin could see the assassin was reaching for his detonation device.

In a split-second Benjamin knew he would have to take this man’s life, and fired 2 rapid shots. As the assassin slumped on the ground lifelessly, the entire Starbucks was quiet except for slow, soulful solo guitar-singer.

Envious

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Green-Eyed Monster.”

Benjamin was always a rebellious boy, Jennifer noticed. By this time in 3rd grade, Benjamin and Jennifer had been classmates for over 6 years, and although he thought she didn’t notice him all these years, Jennifer had been quietly watching Benjamin ever since Jennifer’s mom warned her about him.

But Jennifer was slightly envious of him. While Jennifer lived in a comfortable but strict household, Benjamin had survived only by bouncing between family members when his parents could no longer handle his rambunctious energy. Jennifer envied the way Benjamin was care-free and undisciplined. Free to do what he wanted, when he wanted, a caged spirit inside of Jennifer ached for this freedom.

Every day to school Jennifer’s parents ensured she represented her family history in both dress and attitude.

“We come from a great, long line of Glass. Why, my great grandfather fought for the Confederacy during the War of Northern Agression.”

So Jennifer was required to wear a pearl-white lace dress to school every day, with white leggings and white buckled-shoes, and to return spotless home from school.

Jennifer envied Benjamin’s wardrobe. Benjamin had never matched clothing one day in his life, and often looked as though he was wearing someone else’s dirty clothing. Oftentimes too large, Benjamin would inevitably head home covered on mud from head to toe from playing football with the other boys at recess.

Jennifer would watch Benjamin make tackles and get tackled, both cheering and then fearing for his safety. Jennifer often fantasized about running into the mud-pit the boys were playing in with her pearly white shoes and dress, knowing exactly the punishment she faced if she were to return home in that condition.

The Benjamin Has No Clothes

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Clothes (May) Make the (Wo)man.”

When Jennifer walked in, she immediately noticed Benjamin standing holding the hand-rail of the 135th floor balcony, overlooking a great number of office buildings. Jennifer’s attention was immediately drawn to Benjamin’s clothing.

Wearing a 3-piece, black suit with a black tie, Benjamin looked more like a 1950’s movie star than her boyfriend for the previous 6 years.

Jennifer immediately noticed a shimmer of white hair on Benjamin’s temple, giving him a distinctly more mature and rugged appearance.

Jennifer suddenly realized she had stopped walked and was simply staring at him, when Benjamin must have noticed the same thing because they looked directly into each other’s eyes from across Benjamin’s large, open and finely-furnished apartment.

As Jennifer began to walk towards Benjamin’s warm embrace, he surveyed what she was wearing.

Benjamin’s first impression of Jennifer’s dress was that the dress accentuated and emphasized the right areas of Jennifer’s athletic, slightly muscular, 6’1″ tall body. The dress consisted of a black flowing cotton garment draped around Jennifer’s lovely hips, highlighting the muscular shape gained from 13 years of women’s soccer.

Above a bare midriff, the dress separated and continued on a gold scarf wrapped around Jennifer’s petite A-cup breasts, firmly grasping, revealing that Jennifer wore no bra.

Benjamin began to notice that Jennifer resembled a flower, blooming before his eyes when immediately she closed the distance between her and him and Jennifer’s soft, caressing dress fell on top of Benjamin’s sleek, modern suit and Jennifer pulled Benjamin in for a kiss, having not seen him for over 3 months.

A Short History of Benjamin Arbor and Jennifer Glass

Even before either Benjamin Arbor or Jennifer Glass ever set foot on this earth, their relationship was already forming. Jennifer’s Dad, Bruce Glass, and Benjamin’s mother, Anita Arbor, had been classmates at Georgia Tech, when on the first day of English 101, Bruce sat next to Anita, and in a startled moment, knocked his cup of coffee over, covering Anita’s entire bookbag.

“I-I-I-I’m sorry ma’am! Let me help you with that.” Bruce Exclaimed as the class went silent and the teacher investigated the commotion.

“No need for worry, I keep a handkerchief for such an occasion.” Anita Replied, as the teacher continued to lecture and the students returning to their slumped-over positions.

And so began the initial contact which would result in a tumultuous relationship between Benjamin and Jennifer, which would unfold over the three next decades.

Jennifer and Benjamin were born 6 months apart, and when they were 3 years old, they attended the same day care and would be in the same classes from day care until Jennifer left to college at the University of Kentucky with a volleyball scholarship.

Benjamin’s first words to Jennifer were:

“Hi Jennifer! How’s your Dad’s…” as he slipped and fell in the hallway at their middle school between first and second period, nearly breaking his arm as he fell and Jennifer helped him up.

“Are you okay?” Jennifer asked when Benjamin regained his footing.

“Y-Y-Yes.” Benjamin stuttered before collecting his books and walking away feeling completely embarrassed, with his hand still hurting from the fall.

This experience was the first and the last time Benjamin and Jennifer were to speak, until they both were seniors in high school.

After Benjamin and Jennifer had been dating for almost 11 months, high school graduation would take each of them on very different paths: Jennifer was to attend the University of Kentucky on a full athletic scholarship after being heavily recruited during her high school volleyball career, and Benjamin had enlisted in the United States Marine Corps.

After returning from 4 years active duty, Benjamin returned to the United States to find Jennifer engaged to a lawyer in Lexington, Kentucky.

Benjamin continued to work various jobs in San Francisco, Seattle and New York City.

Benjamin would not cross paths with Jennifer for another 7 years, until one fateful day would bring both of them together.

Fireside Chat

“I’ve never told anyone this story…” Benjamin spoke to Jennifer, both of whom were watching the fire flickering in a fireplace, logs neatly formed into a stacked formation. Benjamin and Jennifer enjoyed Christmas break at a hidden away cabin in one of the small mountain towns near Denver, Colorado. Jennifer had just finished her winter term finals of her senior year. Benjamin had been home from the military for only a few months.

“Those 3 years I was in Afghanistan and unable to communicate by phone or by mail.”

“I know, I know. You were being held hostage. Your country is proud of your sacrifice.” Jennifer reaching out to hold Benjamin’s hand.

“I wasn’t ‘hostage’. I was court marshaled while I was out there and had to spend 3 years in custody.” Benjamin confessed. Jennifer took her hand back, startled by her new understanding of this man.

‘Wh-What happened?” She asked, running a million different scenarios through her head.

“One of the first nights we were there, it was my turn to watch the entire American outpost, at our base ‘Camp American Eagle’ on the outskirts of American occupation.” Benjamin paused, reflecting on the fact that this revelation would forever change his relationship with Jennifer. “We had just finished a 15 mile journey to build an alliance with the local tribesmen. I was cooking my dinner a few hours after the rest of the platoon had gone to sleep. I was cooking army-issue sausages, when the grease from the pan caught fire and spilled over onto the wooden platform of the tower I was in.”

Jennifer’s eyes searched over Benjamin’s facial features, eyes, mouth, nose, as if she was viewing each of them for the first time.

Benjamin continued: “The fire spread, I barely escaped with my life as the flames engulfed the watch tower. I pulled the fire-alarm for the barracks, so no one was injured, but approximately 1/3 of the base was burned that night and I was court marshaled the next morning. I was required to serve 36 months hard labor as punishment. I’m sorry I lied.”

Jennifer noticed the reflection of the flicker of the flame on Benjamin’s face, warping his figure and distorting the shadows cast on and by his face. Jennifer searched inside herself for some type of response or reflection. Nothing. Jennifer slowly turned away from Benjamin, and when her face was shielded from his view, began to weep silently.

Benjamin and Jennifer’s Dirty Dishes

When Jennifer got angry, there were no need for words: her face said it all.

This was one of those occasions. Jennifer opened the door to her and Benjamin’s apartment carrying over $150 worth of groceries from the store including all of the necessary ingredients for Chicken Tettrazini, Ben’s mother Anita’s favorite dish.

As Jennifer struggled to keep the groceries from spilling and walking into her house while simultaneously closing the door behind her, her face grew increasingly red as she discovered the chores that Benjamin did not do.

“Ben! I told you if you wanted your mother to come over tonight, you had to clean up the kitchen and do the dishes!”

Ben, was busy in another room adjusting his newest invention, the “StarLapper 6800”, shaped like a motorcycle, but the bike hovered on air rather than tires.

“BEN!!” Jennifer called as she dropped half of her groceries onto their kitchen floor.

Ben bolted to the kitchen from his workshop, hoping Jennifer would not notice his absence, and immediately began cleaning the kitchen as if he had been doing it the whole time she was gone, desperately hoping the redness in her face would subside.

“Ben, why is it always such a struggle with you? I understand you are working on your projects but I need your help to keep this place clean!”

Ben looked at Jennifer. She was no longer red and much of the anger had faded, he figured it was safe.

“I’m sorry, I just finished my greatest invention yet, I had no time for the dishes.”

“Oh great, what now?” Jennifer asked, recalling approximately 37 other ‘inventions’ Benjamin had created while avoiding some type of housework.

Hoping to change the subject, Benjamin quickly asked “How was your day dear?”

Jennifer shot him a sharp glance and silently began removing the ingredients from her shopping bags and collecting them on the counter.

Benjamin rolled up his sleeves, filled one of the two sink tubs with hot water and dish detergent until the suds covered the water, and began washing a plate, followed by a bowl, and finally the silverware until there was nothing to be called ‘dirty dishes’, all cleaned and drying lined up on a drying rack, slowly collecting the drops of water and drying, ready to be used for Benjamin and Jennifer’s upcoming dinner party.

Inspired by:

Those Dishes Won’t Do Themselves