Chapter 3

That afternoon as Jenny and I washed all of the cars, I told her about Jared coming into the store last night.

“Do you think he intentionally came to see you or was it by accident?”

“Not sure. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was intentional. I think he wants to know what’s going on in your life. It seemed to bother him that you’re doing so well without him.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m doing well, but I’m making progress. And I’m only doing as well as I am because of you.”

I wanted to say, “Oh, shucks.” Instead, I said, “Glad to have helped.”

That night when Jenny came into my bedroom, she went straight under the covers. She had spent enough time talking to me today that I guessed she felt we didn’t need to have a private talk now. She pulled her nightshirt up to her shoulder blades. She was wearing some lacy red panties. I ran my hand all over the backside of her body, going all the way down to her ankle at one point. I told her I liked the feel of her other panties better.

And that’s how it went for a while. Every night, Jenny would give me full access to her backside. I’d run my hands all over her while telling her how nice of a body she had and how pretty she was. I always stayed away from her pussy and inner thighs. Every morning as soon as I could get some privacy, I’d jack off. I never looked at the pictures of Jenny again.

As time went on, I more strongly accepted what we did as what worked for us. We were just helping each other get over unusually bad breakups. We got along great. Jenny didn’t get jealous when I checked out other girls. I didn’t get jealous when she checked out guys. Neither of us seemed interested in escalating the action. Mom and Dad seemed unaware of the change in our relationship, or even that we were hurting from our breakups.

Jenny and I both finished our finals and went to our graduations. Mom’s parents came into town for the graduations and stayed in the guest room, so Jenny slept in her bed for three nights. I missed her, and she told me that she missed me. Once our grandparents were gone, we went back to our usual nighttime routine.

The Saturday the week after graduation, I could tell Jenny was upset when I got home from work. My parents wanted the family to watch a movie. Jenny said she wasn’t feeling well and went up to her bedroom.

Mom said, “This is a romantic comedy. She’s probably still missing Jared.”

Dad said, “She broke up with him over a month ago. One of the few smart things she’s done in her life. How could she still be missing him?”

“It takes a while to get over someone, even if you break up with him.”

“If that’s the case, I’ll go upstairs and tell her she needs to get over that loser and get her ass back down here.”

“Honey, let her be. No need to rub it in that we were right about Jared, and she was wrong.”

Jenny had told Mom and Dad that she had broken up with Jared because it had stopped working. One time when Dad wasn’t home, I had heard Mom probe a little more deeply as to why Jenny broke up with Jared, and Jenny had implied that once she started working and making money, Jared lost a lot of his appeal. I’d asked Jenny several times to tell Mom and Dad about how Jared had been abusive to her, and she had refused each time, saying that all Mom and Dad would say is “Told you so.” After this conversation, it was hard not to agree with her.

I watched the movie for a while, but I couldn’t keep focused on it. I wondered what was bothering Jenny so much. So I “accidentally” spilled some water on my clothes.

“I’m going upstairs to change,” I said. “I’ll check in on Jenny while I’m up there.”

“Don’t take too long,” Dad said as he paused the movie.

Jenny was sitting at her desk, looking at nothing when I entered her room.

“So what happened today?” I asked.

“Jared. A guy I knew from school and I were tweeting back and forth. He’s got a girlfriend he really likes, so I felt safe flirting with him. Just having some fun. And it was a lot of fun. Jared had apparently been following our conversation. He then used a new account to tweet a bunch of shit about me. How I had no tits and a bony ass. How I was terrible in bed. How I was frigid. He shared a couple of pictures of me having sex with him. We both blocked his new account, but it ruined the mood. I didn’t want to flirt anymore. We stopped tweeting after that.”

I said, “Come with me.”

I went into my room and took off my shirt. Jenny followed me in. I said, “I’m sorry to hear that Jared popped back up again in your life.” I started taking off my shoes. “Did your friend know about Jared before he interrupted?”

“He knew that I had dated him for a long time and that I wasn’t dating him now. I hadn’t shared that Jared was an abusive asshole who keeps stalking me online.”

I shook my head. “Which you shouldn’t have to. It’s been over a month. I would have thought that Jared would have moved on by now. Maybe his new girlfriend wised up and dumped him before he could mess up her life.” I took off my pants. I felt weird standing in front of Jenny in only my underwear. She slept with me every night, but my running shorts covered more than my underwear. “I could understand most of the shit Jared said, but why call you frigid?”

“I’ve never had an orgasm.”

“You’ve never?” I found that hard to believe. I got a shirt out of my closet to put on.

Jenny said, “Yeah. I never came when Jared fucked me. Jared said he was a great fuck, so it was something wrong with me that I didn’t come. After a while, that became I was frigid.”

“Didn’t he ever eat you out?” I asked.

“No. I’d give him blow jobs and we’d fuck. That was it. I enjoyed being fucked. I loved being fucked. But I never came from it.”

“Neither girl I’ve fucked” - I had fucked my girlfriend before Gina - “has come from me fucking them. They’ve come from me eating them out or me fingering them.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

Jenny seemed shocked. “Jared said all his other girlfriends came every time he fucked them.”

“Jared was a liar.”

“Jared and I read a lot of porn stories together. In all of those, the girls came when they were fucked.”

I chuckled then said, “And in those stories, most guys have ten-inch cocks. Porn is not reality. My personal experience is that girls don’t come from fucking.” I thought of something. “Haven’t you come from masturbating?”

“I’ve never masturbated.”

“Never?” I was surprised again.

Jenny shook her head. “Never felt the urge to do it. I enjoyed having sex with Jared. Doing it by myself hasn’t interested me.”

“Was Jared your first?”

“First and only.”

I had my shorts and shirt on now. Mom and Dad were waiting for me downstairs. I said, “We’ll discuss this more later.”

When I got downstairs, Mom asked, “What did Jenny say?”

“She hit a pole today with her car. She was afraid I’d be upset when I found out that she had damaged my old car.”