could've passed for one of those porcelain figurine dolls. She wasn't sexy looking, or glamorous, or anything like that; but still I could feel my heart turning flip-flops like never before at the sight of a female. I guess it was her perfect poise and sweet, unspoiled innocence, I don't know. Anyway, while she was eyeing me hour after hour, day after day, I put on a helluva show for her, strutting around and flexing my muscles all over the place.
'You see, I'm sort of the shy type. Never could get up the nerve to walk right up to a girl and introduce myself, like most other guys. I sort of figured that if I flashed my body beautiful at Jen long enough, she'd lose a little of her ladylike poise and come to me; because the way she was watching me all goo-goo-eyed, it was obvious that she wanted to meet me. And it worked. About a week after she first showed, she was waiting for me in the lobby of the gym as I was leaving.
'Hi there, Mr. Atlas,' she called. 'Have you seen my brother Tom? I was supposed to wait for him here in the lobby but he seems to have disappeared. By the way, my name is Jenifer and I just happen to be one of your most ardent admirers.’
'Wasn't that cute, the way she got things going between us? Of course, I knew that her brother Tom didn't even come to the gym that day, but I wasn't about to let on. I just thanked her for the nice compliment, told her my name is Bradshaw and offered to take her home. Smiling real prettily, Jen eagerly accepted my offer and off we went in my car to her home.
'It was wonderful, really wonderful, riding along with her by my side, smelling her fragrance, answering her excited questions about my bodybuilding secrets. Deep down I had the feeling that I had already fallen in love with her, and she with me. Because it was a comfortable, relaxed feeling of perfect harmony between us. Sex didn't enter into it at all, so far as I was concerned, and I was sure it didn't with her, either. She was much too innocent and modest to have sex on her mind even for a minute, I thought, and I certainly never had any interest that way. In fact, I can truthfully say that I'd never even masturbated before, much less had a desire for intercourse with a girl.
'Jen's home turned out to be a very nice, very modern high-rise apartment, and, polite little doll that she was, she invited me in. She had some organic health food that she wanted me to sample, she said. Also, some new stereo records she wanted me to hear. After she changed into something comfortable. So that was just fine with me and I made myself at home, munching on some date-and-honey bars while I waited for her to change.
'What a change! Honestly, you could’ve bowled me over with a feather when Jen came back in from her bedroom. All she had on was a little one-piece negligee so brief that all of her bare legs was exposed and so flimsy sheer that I could see her laced bikini panties as plain as day. That was shocking enough, but when I raised by eyes and sighted in on her two little braless tits staring shamelessly at me, I nearly keeled over.
'I guess my face must've turned a dozen different shades of red in that first few seconds, because she stopped cold in her tracks and said kind of hurt like: 'Golly, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that Fm so ugly to look at.’
'Now what could I say to that? There was nothing for me to do except apologize and assure her that she was not in the least ugly; that she was, in fact, exceptionally beautiful in her negligee which was, incidentally, my honest, candid opinion once I had a good second look. Then I got to thinking it over, how I had been flashing my near-naked torso at her the past week. Certainly she had a right to flash hers at me to sort of even things up. After all, wasn't that what being in love was all about: meeting each other on a fifty-fifty basis? And hadn't I already convinced myself that we'd fallen in love, Jen and I?
'Only Jen wasn't settling for fifty-fifty not just yet. After putting on some nice dreamy stereo music, she asked me to remove my clothes down to my shorts so she wouldn't feel 'so naked.' Besides, she wanted to feast her eyes on my 'gorgeous muscles' up close for a change, she said. That was reasonable enough, her wanting to admire me up close, so I stripped down to my jockey shorts.
'And that was where I made my big mistake the biggest mistake of my life. Oh, she's a clever one, that girl. She knew, from feminine instinct if not by mental deduction, that her near-nudity would have that certain effect on me. And it did, though unbeknownst to me until after I was stripped. Then, looking down, I saw that my jockey shorts were sticking way out. I had a hard on!
'Oh, look!' she exclaimed with her big beautiful eyes riveted on my crotch, 'You’ve got a muscle that you've been hiding from me! Please, Mark, please, show it to me. I want to see it. I want to see all of you… and I want you to see all of me.' And with that, she quickly, in one easy motion, removed the rest of her garments and stood close in front of me ii all her naked glory.
'It was the very first time I'd seen a completely naked female and, believe me, she was a sight to behold. Her pointed cherry-tipped titties, as little as they were, just stuck right out at me, offering themselves to be caressed and squeezed and tasted. And below them a slightly billowing little stomach, satin-smooth like a flower petal, dimpled in the center with a real jewel of a button. And below that a puffy little pubic mound like that of a baby, only slightly covered with blondish down and accentuated by a two-inch space between her thighs. No, I take that back accentuated by a tiny opening in the slit of that mound, an opening that shone fiery pink and glistening wet. It dominated everything I could see for a moment, sort of weaving a spell over me, and sending a hot fire all through me like I'd never in my life experienced before.
'Golly Moses, what a man!' she said, still gawking at my crotch. 'It's still growing, Mark! The muscle in your shorts is still growing… and sticking way out. Please, please, I've just got to see it without any covering… just like you're seeing me without any covering!’
'So what could I do? I was blushing like everything, let me tell you, but just the same I had to be fair. I dropped my jockey shorts, stepped out of them, and struck the best muscle-man pose I could think of. Except that the center of attraction on this particular occasion happened to be my penis muscle, hard as a brick and standing as erect as my four inches would allow.
'Now, Jenifer, you're seeing more of me than anyone has ever seen before,' I said a little embarrassingly but, at the same time, a little proudly. 'Take a good look, then let's get some clothes back on and listen to your records. I really would like to hear your records, especially your country-westerns. I sure am glad you like country-westerns too, because they're my favorites.’
'But Jen wasn't going for just looking at me, or listening to records. No, she was going for just one thing my penis. It seems that I no sooner got those words out of my mouth when she was kneeling down at my feet and grasping my organ in one hand while cupping my testicles in the other. There was a big bead of clear, oily substance coming out of the end of my penis like I'd never seen before, and she must've really liked that because she sort of milked my shaft to bring up all there was in it, then she hungrily lapped it away with her tongue. 'Ooooooo, but your cock-juice tastes good,' she mumbled. 'I just know that it's full of rich vitamins and minerals.’
'So Jen was a real out-and-out health faddist. I could understand that. And maybe she was right about my mysterious penis oil being full of nutrition, I don't know. But that was no excuse for what she did next. No, about a second later she gave me the shock of my life by plopping my entire penis into her mouth and sucking away on it like a regular queer. I'd heard about queers and what they did in fact, we even had a couple of them down at the gym but Jen was a girl, a sweet, innocent-looking girl who I'd fallen in love with practically at first sight.
'Well, to be perfectly honest with you, I felt a strong impulse to shove her away, put my clothes on and leave. Only I couldn't. It started feeling real good, that sucking of hers on my stiff penis. Besides, a little voice started whispering to me louder and louder that I was too much in love with Jen to just up and leave her cold, especially during our first get-together. The best thing to do, I finally decided, was to do nothing just go on standing there, letting her suck away. Jumping jiminy! It sure was beginning to feel great!
'Then my beautiful little doll figured that she'd had enough and let my organ slip from her lips. At least I thought there for a moment that she'd had enough. The fact of the matter, it turned out, was that she was just getting started finishing the hors d'oeuvres, so to speak. Her appetite must've been getting nicely whetted, because in the next instant she was standing up and kissing me passionately, full on the mouth, thrusting her tongue far in and giving me a taste of my own sex organ. Then, after a minute or two of that, she was leading me off into the bedroom, gasping: 'C'mon, you magnificent specimen of a man, let's go in on the bed where I can suck you off right. You've got a lot of delicious sweet come in those balls of yours and I mean to drink up every drop of it.’
'What language! Of course, I knew what come was after all, I was too healthy not to have had a few wet dreams over the years, waking up with the bed sheets all gooey with cream from my penis, but to hear it
