Jennie Age Novels & Stories

"It's not even a milestone." "every birthday is a milestone," Suzanne said dryly, then looked to where our sister was laying on the floor and added, "Jennifer's got my back on this one." "I don't know," Jen replied, tilting her head back so she was looking at us upside down. "Maybe Renee's right and were getting too old to make such a fuss."

Was this the reason I hadn't been invited to Jenna's birthday party? Jenna, my best friend—or rather, she used to be. Starting today, I couldn't even bring myself to look at her. We're both fifteen, friends for five years, along with Sheena and Abigail. They weren't just friends; they were family. Especially Jenna. She had been like an older sister to me. So today, on her sixteenth birthday, I wondered why she hadn't extended an invitation to me.

“Yes, I do. I met Jenni in the lingerie boutique I shop at. She is a slim, tallish blond. “I was almost naked, trying on some items when I asked her for some help. “Despite our age differences there was an immediate sexual attraction. Perhaps it was because of our age differences? “She told me I was a very exciting woman. And she told me she had never seen an ass as good as mine as I took great delight posing in a thong and heels for her. My ass cheeks did look good in that black thong. “She stripped down to her underwear to show me the brand she was wearing. “A very exciting woman,” she whispered as she ran a hand over my ass cheeks. “I invited her for coffee and we had a long and intimate

Although she looked and could act the part, innocence was not one of Jenny's dominating characteristics. She was five-foot-nothing-just about Darlene's height- but she was petite with small tits, narrow hips, and a small, although nicely-curved, ass that seemed made for grabbing and holding onto. Her nipples were barely the size of nickels but stiffened into wonderful little shirt-tenting nubs at the slightest provocation. She had a cute face and wore her fine black hair in an adorable pixie-cut. If one was casting a p**n movie, Jenny would be the barely-legal teen although she had just recently turned twenty-one. She was also a gymnast and remarkably flexible!

“I don’t know, I just understood him all of a sudden… It’s weird, but mysterious to me.” Jenna raised a brow, and she revealed a mischievous smirk. “I can help you set a romantic bedroom,” she suggested. Kelly froze. “For what?” Jenna laughed. “Just a suggestion…” “You…” Kelly pointed a finger at her nose. “You can’t even wait to sell your childhood friend to a lady you just met.” “Do you know his age? He’s thirty-two, old enough to marry and even wait for his second child.” “That’s too fast. You gave birth at a young age, so stop comparing…”

"Maybe even more than you do, she's the second daughter of her family, her sister got married at the age of 18, her mother is a cleaner while her father is a driver, she used to do four to five jobs a day, she..." "Mum!!" I interrupted her angrily. This is getting out of hand. People like this are always dangerous, how far does she go to know this much about Jennie?.

The more I laughed, the more she got annoyed. Jenny is an 18 year old woman, just like me, she has black hair that goes down to her waist, usually tied in a long braid, her breasts are big, her skin has a darker tone and her eyes are light brown, her lips are full, her height is 1.67m and at this moment she is wearing a uniform with the symbol of stage 6.

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jenni March, I am 18 years old, daughter of Rick and Rose, The Alpha and Luna of Crystal Forrest, a community nestled next to a quiet town in Southern Tennessee. I have lived here all my life and it is the most beautiful and charming place. Between the hills, and the creeks and rivers, its pure bliss.

Dylan commented on how they were all sophomore's or juniors at school but Jill was rarely seen. “I spend my time in the library learning alone. It’s nice that way and the principal lets me. As for my age, well I'm 16 like you Wren. I’ve been dealing with all this alone since I was 10 but like I said; I don’t regret a minute of it.

"Is Merrigold black like you and I?" "Yes, I assume." Panashe muttered a bit unsure. Merrigold was as dark as could be but her hair said otherwise. "Forgive me, I'm only trying to recall which one she could have been." "Of course." Panashe gave her a subtle smile trying not to see judgmental. "How old is she?" "In her twenties, I would be lying if I had to be specific." Jenny chuckled, ending it with a loud sigh. "I can only hope she is twenty-five..."