All Chapters of Jenny & Jay - Volume 1: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“You look beautiful, sis,” Daniel said, giving her a kiss on the forehead. It couldn’t have been easy for him, staying behind in their old city.I think they took about a thousand photos—just Jenny, just the two of us, everyone together, just the families. It took a while before we were finally free.“Johnny,” Dad said, pulling me aside with Dr. Cox.“Take care of her,” Dr. Cox said, pressing a car key into my hand. “I expect it back after breakfast.”“Take care of her,” Dad echoed with a wink, handing me a different key. “We expect you back after breakfast.”“Can we go now?” I asked, more to the family than to Jenny—though she clearly looked just as eager to escape as I was.“Yes, have fun tonight,” Daniel said, opening the front door for us.“And good luck to you tonight,” I said, waving back at them.“I’ll need it more than you,” he grinned.I opened the car door for Jenny, and she got in. It was a black, two-seater vintage sports car—nothing flashy to the untrained eye, but a real

Shannon said a few words, but I was too busy with Jenny’s neck to pay attention.At first, Shannon got the usual questions—“Would you go out with me?” and the like. She seemed prepared, less flashy, and able to string together two intelligent sentences.“Doesn’t it bother you that Jay dumped you for his current girlfriend?” someone asked, and I immediately looked up.“Well, now that he’s using less hair gel, he’s not that attractive anymore,” Shannon laughed, and so did Jenny and the crowd.“Ouch, Babe, that hurt,” I whispered, laughing—because I knew exactly where that line came from.“Sorry,” she shrugged, still laughing.“Is it true you dated a college guy and got pregnant but had an abortion?” came a question—but it was censored.“Is it true you dated a college guy?” came the revised, acceptable version.“It’s true,” Shannon smiled, but it was clear the next question would be tricky. The crowd was hungry for the pregnancy rumor.“It’ll be answer number two—Shannon, number two,” Je

I shed my suit, leaving only my boxers. Standing behind her, I unzipped her stunning blue dress, trailing kisses down her spine, inch by tantalizing inch. The dress had its own built-in bra, so as it slipped away and she stepped out, she was left in nothing but a black thong and thigh-high stockings that clung to her legs like silk. My hands slid over her nipples from behind, my lips tracing her neck, teasing, claiming. She groaned, her hands reaching back for me, pulling me free from my boxers.I pressed against her, whispering, “You look incredible tonight,” as one hand slipped down into her thong, circling her clit with a rhythmic, demanding pressure.I guided her toward the hot tub. She perched on the edge, her legs dangling in the warm water, while I dropped my boxers and climbed in. Turning toward her, I kissed every inch of her dampening skin.“You won’t need that tonight,” I murmured, peeling off her thong. “But keep the thigh-highs.”I sank into the water, positioning myself

“Well, since my sister’s already embarrassed,” Daniel continued with a grin, “did she ever tell you about the time we put a cockroach under her pillow at Christmas?”“I thought that was just Mickey,” Jenny said quietly.“You really thought he pulled that off alone, Blondie?” Daniel winked.Throughout lunch, they kept teasing my girlfriend, but she handled it with dignity.“Now I get where her great sense of humor comes from,” I said after we finished eating.“She had to develop one,” Daniel replied from the living room. “Dad and I were always teasing the girls. Right, Mom?”Mrs. Julie smiled in response.We chatted a bit longer. Daniel was just as cheerful as his siblings.“I should get going soon, or I’ll be back late,” he said, disappearing upstairs. He came back down shortly with a bag, said goodbye to the family, and waited for his taxi.“Walk me out?” he asked. I nodded and followed him.“Listen, Jay,” he said seriously, “my sister’s changed for the better since she’s been with y

After school, I took her home with me—we wanted to look at the pictures. Mom was home. She was working and, of course, baking.“Mom, we’re going to look at the pictures of us in the living room,” I said.“Good afternoon, Mrs. Simmons.”“Hi, go ahead,” came the quick reply from the dining room.Jenny snuggled up to me before I started the slideshow of pictures and videos.Brian had basically recorded everything—photos of food hanging out of my mouth while I stared at Jane, in the cinema when she leaned toward me, when we had a fight and I sat like a zombie over my food, when I watched her from beside my locker, when she outshone me at lunch or in class, when I kissed her—everything.“You honestly didn’t notice he was documenting all this?” Jenny asked.“I saw him sometimes, but I thought he was taking selfies. He acted like it.”“It’s okay, Messyhair,” she whispered. “It’ll be a good memory.”She laughed and shyly glanced toward the kitchen but didn’t move.Mom was sitting with her bac