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Archive-title: Jenny
I had always liked Jenny, though I didn’t know her well personally. We
worked together on the night shift. Us night-timers have a slightly different
perspective on the world that most other people on ‘normal’ shifts. We’re often
driving on streets devoid of life at 3AM, and spend a lot of time at home
because nothing’s open. And then we sleep through the morning, when everybody
else is alive and awake. It’s a very lonely life most of the time.
Jenny suffered from this as much as I. She had come to town almost a year
ago, and because of her hours, she hadn’t had so much as one date in all that
time. Often she would grumble about the lack of a social/sex life. There were
plenty of guys on the night shift, but for some reason she didn’t seem
interested. More than a few of them were interested, though. She stood about 5
foot seven and was rather busty. She was a bit overweight, but not seriously
and I found it quite a turn-on. It made her seem more real, somehow. More than
once I had half-jokingly offered my services, only to be turned down with an
appreciative smile. I could never seem to work up the nerve to come out and ask
her for a date. Mostly it was because I was certain she’d turn me down and
rejection was something I didn’t really care for.
I don’t know what got into me one night. It was a Saturday and we both had
gotten roped into putting in a ‘little overtime’. If you consider 10 hours
‘little’. Anyway, it was about 9PM and we both sat down to lunch. Since there
was no one else there we actually talked to each other. Somehow the
conversation got around to dates, and I asked her just what it was she looked
for in a guy.
“Well,” she said musingly, “looks aren’t all that important, I guess. A good
personality is more important.” She was silent for a moment, thinking. “Right
now what I would like to find most is somebody who’s good in bed. After a year
of nothing I’m getting kind of, well, itchy.”
My heart gave a jump at that and my temperature rose ten degrees. I got up
to get a cup of coffee from the machine behind her. As I did, I said, “How do
you expect to find somebody like that? Advertise?”
She chuckled. “I can see it now: Lonely woman seeks good fucker. Low pay but
great fringe benefits.”
“Those benefits look pretty good to me.” I said, still standing behind her
and sipping my coffee. My heart had calmed, but I was still tense.
Anticipatory, perhaps. “But seriously, that’s what you’re looking for? Not just
any old guy who can get it up?”
“Uh uh.” She said softly, almost dreamily. “It would be tempting, but hell,
if the guy doesn’t know what he’s doing, it just isn’t really worthwhile. Not
for me, anyway. For him it’s probably great.”
The it was my turn to laugh. “Yeah, I guess so. Some guys are like that.
They just want to, um, get off and go to sleep. But there are some who are
different, ya know.”
“Oh, really?” she said, still seemingly in a trance.
“Sure.” I said. I put the cup down. “For some of us half the fun is in
making the other person feel good.” I placed my hands on her shoulders, though
…End of the part1. To be continued..