Penny & Squirt: A Love Story

by T. M. Haught

  He put his completed homework safely into his backpack and zipped it closed. He thought about laying out the clothes he intended to wear the next day, but changed his mind at the prospect of opening the closet door and seeing no one there.

  Jonah started to pace around the room. He had already showered before starting his homework, just in case, and was wearing a blue long-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of soft leisure slacks he only wore around the house... lately only in his room.

  He checked his watch again, saw that it was now eleven-thirty, and felt as if he was dying inside. Death might be easier, he thought, than enduring this torment. No, not really, but still....

  There was a scrape of sound from his closet and he froze where he stood, holding his breath. He waited, but there was no other sound... no hangars being slid aside... no opening of the closet door.

  Then his cell phone beeped. He went quickly to the nightstand where it was and picked it up, eagerly checking the messages. He smiled. There was only one new one and it was from Penny!

  R U READY? I AM.

  LOCK UR DOOR.

  COME JOIN ME.

  SOON. PLEASE?

  Jonah hurried to the door to the hall and made sure it was locked, then he texted a message back to her.

  ON MY WAY!

  He strode to the closet door, hesitated a moment as he drew a deep breath, then he gripped the doorknob and turned it. He pulled the door open. The sliding wall panel had been moved to one side and as he stepped into the closet and moved some of the clothes out of the way, he could see the interior of Penny’s room just beyond her own closet space. It looked different somehow from the glimpse he had of it the night before. He went on through into her closet, careful to avoid the large collection of shoes on the floor, then cautiously stepped on through her open closet door into that room.

  What he saw took his breath away. Besides all the frilly, girly things he expected, the room was bathed in a warm glow created by more than two dozen votive candles in glass holders, placed on shelves, the desk, the dresser top, everywhere. The regular room lights were turned off and the curtains were drawn.

  And there, standing in the center of the room, motionless like some vision in a dream, was Penny. She was wearing hot pink ribbons in her hair, with more ribbons tied around her neck, around her waist, around her wrists and around her ankles, and wearing nothing else at all except for the sheerest of gossamer white dressing gowns that hung open in the front. Her hair looked as if it had been freshly shampooed and styled, and the curls threw golden highlights from the candle flames’ glow.

  Jonah’s heart skipped a beat. Literally. She looked like the most beautiful fairy tale princess imaginable, and an extremely hot one at that.

  She looked at him for a long moment, savoring his reaction. Then that familiar smirk of a smile turned up one corner of her lips.

  “Your mouth’s open, Squirt,” she said softly.

  He immediately closed it, but then opened it again to say the only words he could think of. “You... are... gorgeous!”

  He approached her slowly, reverently, almost afraid that the dream vision would disperse if he did anything quickly. He stopped before her, really looking at only her eyes now, and he saw the look in those eyes soften as her smile lost its smirk.

  “I... I wanted to look nice for you,” she told him. “I wanted things to be nice... to be special. I kind of rushed you last night.”

  “I didn’t mind.”

  She reached up to touch his face. “I know.”

  He looked into her eyes another long moment, then ever so slowly and gently, he leaned in to kiss her. Her lips were soft and the kiss she returned was so sweet and tender that he wondered how she could possibly be the same girl who once made fun of him. But then, a lot had changed since then, even though it had happened quite fast.

  They put their arms around each other and continued kissing, the closeness of their bodies reawakening the passion they had both felt the night before. Their hearts were beating faster now, their breathing a bit quicker. They separated but still stood there, looking at each other.

  She didn’t take her eyes off his, but Penny said, “That’s an interesting outfit. I like the way the color of the shirt matches your eyes. But unless you’re planning on wearing it all night, which would be a really, really bad idea, why don’t you let me undress you?”

  Quite motionless, Jonah said, “Okay.”

  Penny reached up and took off his glasses first, carefully folding them and turning to place them on the desk within reach behind her. Turning back, she next took hold of the bottom of his long-sleeve T-shirt and started working it slowly up, past his navel, then past his chest, then, as he intuitively raised his arms, she pulled it up far enough to clear his head and go up to his elbows. As he held his arms down in front of him, she pulled it off the rest of the way, now turned inside out. She held it for a moment, regarding him with a provocative smile, then held it out to one side and let it drop to the floor.

  “Now, can you step out of those house shoes without leaving me or losing your balance?” she asked.

  Jonah proved that he could by doing so, one foot at a time. He used his left foot to slide them away, in the direction of where his T-shirt now lay.

  “Very good,” said Penny. “Now those pants!”

  She now reached down and untied the string at the top front of his leisure pants and tested the stretchiness of the elastic. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful this time.” She gently slid the top of his pants down, very slowly, making sure that she held the waistband far enough out in front that she cleared his ‘equipment’ in the descent. His penis wasn’t fully erect yet, but it seemed to be growing. She let the pants drop to his ankles.

  “Good,” she said. “No boxers this time.”

  Penny held out her left hand and took hold of Jonah’s right hand to steady him. Her hand felt warm and the strength of her arm was more than adequate.

  “Now lift your right foot, please,” she told him.

  “Okay.”

  Although he had expected her to bend down to move the side of his pants that was now free of his foot, which would have brought her face intriguingly close to his midsection, she instead reached out her own right foot, which was bare, and gripped his pants with her toes, sliding them towards her a bit on the floor, making room for him to put his foot back down. There was something about the way she moved her leg, almost like a dancer’s, that was both beautiful and highly erotic. She moved it back to stand normally again.

  “Now your left foot, please,” Penny said.

  Jonah tried to say ‘Okay’ again, but it came out more like a whisper.

  As he raised his left foot, and the crumpled fabric of the pants cleared his toes, Penny once again reached forward with her own foot, gripped the garment with her toes, and slid the pants all the way back and to one side, well out of the way. Now that neither one of them needed to keep their balance, Penny released her grip on his hand and let her arms fall to her sides.

  “Okay,” she said meaningfully.

  “Okay?”

  “Your turn, now, Jonah,” Penny told him. “You can undress me. Turnabout is fair play.” That smirky smile twitched up on her lips. “Or in this case... it’s foreplay.”

  Jonah didn’t think he would be nervous anymore, not after what they’d done, and done again, last night, but he was. He hesitated, slowly looking her over, up and down.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  “It’s... it’s like a beautifully wrapped present,” he replied. “You almost hate to open it.”

  “Thank you for the compliment,” she said sweetly. “But if it’s the present you want, and not the wrapping, then...”

  “Yes. Yes, I get it,” he said.

  He reached out and gingerly took hold of the gossamer gown with just his fingertips at the neckline, raising it up and easing it off her shoulders, then slowly lowering it down her back and off her arms.

  Reaching around her
as he was, their faces were very close together and her breasts were almost touching his chest. She looked at him demurely as he hesitated, still holding the gown. “Just let it drop,” she said.

  He did, and the gown collapsed in a pile on the floor just behind her feet. He stared at it a moment, then slowly his gaze rose until it focused once more on her eyes. He was surprised that, even without his glasses, his vision seemed acutely sharp and clear.

  “Now the ribbons,” Penny prompted.

  Jonah untied the bow of the ribbon that circled her neck first, pulled it free and let it drop. Then his hands moved down to her waist and undid the bow there, releasing that ribbon and letting it drop also. He untied the ribbon around her right wrist, and then the one on her left wrist, adding them to the intertwining coils of pink that lay upon the floor.

  His eyes met her steady gaze and held it for a moment, then he slowly bent down, keeping his back nearly straight as he lowered himself, and reached to untie the ribbon on her right ankle. He pivoted slightly and undid the ribbon around her left ankle. He glanced up at her, then stood upright again.

  “I... I think I’d like to leave the ribbons in your hair,” he told her. “You look so pretty with them there.”

  She smiled. “I think I’d like that, too.”

  He became aware of the fact that there was soft romantic music playing, coming from a pair of small speakers plugged into her iPod sitting on the shelf above her bed, which had a shiny brass frame with a full size mattress. The music was low enough that they could hear each other talk, but just loud enough to set the mood.

  There was just a trace of concern in his voice as he said, “Do you think we can do this safely?”

  “I’m clean, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she replied. “When I saw my new gyno last month she said that everything was fine. And I’m on the pill, so you don’t have to worry about me getting pregnant.”

  Jonah swallowed hard. “Well, that’s good to know, too. But what I meant was, if someone knocked on one of our doors, I could get back into my room pretty fast, but how would you explain all these candles?”

  She shrugged. “A science fair project?” She laughed lightly. “My dad rarely checks on me this late, and anyway tonight he’s working to try to finish a design for an electronic gizmo for his company. How about your mom?”

  “She doesn’t bother me in my room, especially lately,” he said.

  “Then let’s not worry and spoil the mood,” Penny told him. “This is the moment we’ve both been waiting for all day.”

  “Yes,” he agreed.

  Penny took his hand and walked with him toward the bed. The covers had been turned down and the sheets looked clean and fresh and carefully smoothed out. The double set of pillows had been fluffed up and angled against the head of the bed. There was a glass bowl of gardenia blossoms from the garden sitting on the shelf above the top brass bar of the bed and their fragrance blended with Penny’s low-key perfume.

  “No frantic orders this time,” Penny said. “And I remember my promise from this morning.”

  She let go of his hand and sat on the edge of the bed, then raised her legs as she pivoted, laying down on her back. She got comfortable, raising her hips briefly to smooth out some wrinkles beneath her, then she looked at Jonah and stretched out her arms to welcome him.

  Jonah wanted to burn that image into his mind so that he would never forget it, although he doubted forgetting it was even remotely possible. He was also trying to figure out the best way to get into those waiting arms without doing anything klutzy. He finally settled on going around to the other side of the bed, sitting there and laying down next to her, then turning on his side toward her.

  “We can take our time,” Penny told him. “So just relax.”

  “I wish I knew as much as the other guys my age, so I could do everything right.”

  “I’m glad you’re not like the other guys,” she said. “Most boys think they know everything about girls and sex, but they really don’t. Some of them are real jerks. You’re not like that, and I appreciate it.”

  Jonah smiled. “Okay. But if I goof and do anything that hurts—”

  “You’ll be the first to know,” she assured him with a trace of the smirky smile returning.

  He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. “You’re so beautiful.” He reached over and let his fingers trace the outline of her face, pausing to let one fingertip gently run across her lips. His fingers lightly tracked down her neck and around the shoulder nearest him, then did circles around her breasts, first one and then the other, watching the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. She was starting to breathe a bit faster now, and he could see that her nipples were growing harder as the passion awakened within her. He hesitated.

  “You’re doing fine,” she told him.

  He continued his gentle caresses, going across her rib cage, slowly around her navel and down her belly, enjoying the delicate curves of each new area and the way her body seemed to respond to his touch. He ran his fingers down her hip and outer thigh, then over the knee and started up her inner thigh until he reached her groin.

  “Your private parts are getting more pink and puffy,” he told her.

  She smiled. “So are yours. It’s okay for you to touch me down there, if you’re not rough about it.”

  Jonah briefly felt a wave of the old terror he used to feel around girls he liked, but that fear quickly faded. She was different, somehow. He didn’t just like her. He didn’t just want her. There was a new layer of emotion that created a connection unlike any he’d even known before.

  He let his fingers circle the area of blonde pubic hair, then venture down to the pea-sized bump of flesh at the top of her inner lips. He very gently rubbed across it, back and forth, then down, allowing one fingertip to slide through the moistening valley between those lips.

  Penny closed her eyes and let out the very faintest of gasps. Jonah stopped quickly.

  “Hurt?” he asked with concern.

  “No,” she assured him, her eyes still closed. “More.”

  He continued, lightly caressing and massaging her clitoris, the inner lips and the labia majora, watching her reaction and watching also as the area that had appeared somewhat puffy before was becoming more fully engorged. There was also more of the clear sticky moisture forming, “juicing up” as Penny had called it, and he realized that his penis was fully hard now and starting to leak its own clear moisture on his inner thigh as he lay there next to her.

  After another few moments Penny suddenly leaned up and over to kiss him with a fierce passion, then she reached down and took his hand away from her groin, took hold of his left arm, and pulled him over on top of her, helping him get positioned. She spread her legs to make room between them for his own legs, and as he raised his hips up, she helped guide him into her.

  He pushed in slowly, carefully, so as not to hurt or tear, but their combined wetness made it easy. As he penetrated her fully, he stopped briefly, enjoying just being there in her embrace.

  “Okay...?” he asked.

  “Hmmm... fine,” she said.

  “Are you sure? I mean, I can—”

  Penny gently took his face in both of her hands. “Don’t talk so much, Squirt. Just make love to me.” She kissed him into silence before he could say anything more, then wrapped her arms around his back again.

  Jonah needed little encouragement to press on. He raised his hips, then pushed down again, beginning a slow and steady rhythmic pumping that he hoped was pleasing her as much as it was pleasing him. It was different being on top, he realized, and took a little more effort on his part, but the soft warmth of her beneath him, with her arms around him and their lips still locked in a lingering kiss, was exquisite beyond belief.

  Penny started moving her own hips somewhat, to do some of the work herself, but mainly she seemed to be relishing just lying there and being the grateful recipient of his gentle lovemaking. Her long golden curls on the pillow sh
ifted as the kiss ended and she angled her head to nuzzle the side of his face.

  Jonah tried to pace himself as she had taught him the night before, to keep the moment going as long as possible without giving in to the urge to go faster and reach climax as quickly as his body seemed to want to. The music on her iPod seemed to help, with its slow, steady rhythm setting the pace and filling their minds as well as their ears. After a few minutes, he found he could settle into the tempo of their lovemaking without letting the urgency of passion overwhelm him. He only hoped the muscles of his legs and back didn’t give out. But even that thought faded as he fully gave himself to the sensations they were sharing, and everything... everything... that existed beyond them and the bed seemed thousands of miles away, disconnected in space and time.

  He lost track of how long they kept it up, until he felt Penny shift her position beneath him, stretching her legs out fully, almost trembling, her feet moving toward the corners of the bed, then pulling back a bit. Then her knees pulled up abruptly and her back arched. Her hands slid down his back to grasp his hips and pull him more urgently to her.

  Jonah was feeling it too, the level of ecstasy rising within him with an energy greater than the night before. Penny’s sweet lips found his again, smothering any outcry, and as her back arched suddenly, again and again, Jonah reached orgasm with her and felt himself explode with its power. They both kept thrusting as the waves of sexual rapture swept over them, then they finally just stopped and relaxed, limp and exhausted.

  They simply lay there in each other’s arms for a long while, clinging to each other as their breathing slowed and gradually returned to normal. Then Jonah turned his head slightly to one side and he snuggled with her, cheek to cheek, his lips close to her ear.

  “Was that okay?” he asked softly.

  “Oh, Jonah, that was much more than okay,” she told him. “So much more. And you were gentle and sweet, and you paid attention and did as I asked. I love you for that.”