Mede Manor Chronicles - Ch. 02

Miss Jennifer Roseanne Jones

Since the day of her first welcome appearance in the world, Jennifer Roseanne Jones, has been a human dynamo. A happy baby became a joyful, inquisitive and talkative child, who could recite her times tables at a very early age. Schooling was easy for her and, in her secondary education, it was noted by her teachers that mathematics, science, and engineering were her main interests; unlike her contemporaries, whose main focus lie in fashion and boys.

Happy and inclusive with a wide range of friends, Jenny was the brightest pupil at the school. At the age of eleven she had been awarded a scholarship to a top class girls school in Dulwich, located just a few miles from where her family lived, in Catford, South London.

Home was a small terraced house just a couple of streets from the Bus Garage, where her father, Bob, worked as a mechanic. It was her father who had given Jenny her interests in engineering and, to a limited extent, science and mathematics. Her Mother, Janice, worked as a Personal Assistant to a human rights lawyer in the City of London; it was from her that the red haired 'dynamo' inherited her fierce intellect and caring disposition.

Gawky and uncoordinated as a young girl, by the age of fifteen Jenny had developed into a graceful red-haired beauty. Although she was very well aware of her own transition from 'ugly duckling' to princess, she had little time for noisy, posturing teenage boys -- she was ambitious and wanted more than the sweaty groping they had to offer. Ambition was something her Mother was very happy to encourage, as she had long since identified the intellectual potential in her daughter. Nevertheless, Jenny knew all about the 'facts of life', as she witnessed it every day in and around South London. One of those 'facts' being Janice's open and long term affair with her Boss, Joshua Ngomo, who was known to her as 'Uncle Josh', and viewed by both Jenny and her father, Bob, as part of the family.

Senior school was a double bus ride from Catford to Dulwich that took anywhere between thirty to forty five minutes, depending on traffic. She was one of the 'Catford Girls' at the school, so, because many of the others came from moneyed and professional families, they tended to be looked down upon by class mates and staff alike. Nonetheless it was Jenny who was the pupils' front runner to become the school's Head Girl in their last year; this honour however was awarded to another girl, Judith, who's father was a Cabinet Minister.

Popular fiction would now ascribe these two girls as being enemies, but they were not. Judith, having been one of Jenny's many friends from their first day at the school, recognized that the better girl had not won the contest, so brought her even closer into her life. It was a friendship that would one day rescue Judith from an unsatisfied marriage. The posh rich girl and the 'Sarf Lundern' red-head became lifelong friends. Another of her 'many friends' was a fellow traveller on one of the buses she took to school -- Nathaniel.

Nathaniel was the same age as Jenny, and was a distant cousin to Joshua, her Mother's Lover. With a firm, but not ugly, face, the strong young Black Man had been on a similar path to Jenny's. His family of West Indian immigrants who had arrived in London ten years after the Second World War, were as ambitious as they were clever. Nathaniel's Grandfather had walked off the boat and immediately set about improving his life by hard work and shrewd investments, and it was to his joy that his Grandson continued that same ethic. He shunned frivolous activities and all of the negatives that young Black Men seemed attracted to in South London. He eschewed drugs and gangs, studied hard, played football and cricket for his school, and looked to his extended family for his social life.

Nathaniel liked Jenny, and she returned his friendship. They were each other's companions on their school bus journey, and their conversations were mainly of their school work, their families, and their ambitions. In reality, they were boring swots, and the question of romance between them never arose -- until?

Both Jenny and Nathaniel did well in their General Certificate of Secondary Education (GCSE) and went on their final A level certificates the following year. Nathaniel, whose focus had been on English and Social Science gained very top grades for all of the subjects he took, while Jenny who focussed more on Mathematics and Physical Science. But life and biology will eventually have its way, so as each faced up to parting and going on to their separate universities to study, 'the subject' they had both been avoiding, arose.

It was Jenny who raised the subject one evening as they both sat together studying at the kitchen table in Nathaniel's house. She knew what she wanted to say, but also knew it wouldn't be easy if she wished to keep her reputation. But she was not easily dissuaded once her mind was made up.

"Nat," she said quietly -- making sure that they were alone in the room, "you know I'm over eighteen now. Don't you?"

Nathaniel had sensed this change in her focus for the last few days, nevertheless he pretended to be surprised at her question. "Yes! Of course. I was at your birthday party." The young man, who had come of age three months before his friend had an idea that something was on her mind, and his own burgeoning sexuality had not missed the obvious fact his 'friend' was now a very pretty young Woman. He cared very much for his friend and did not want to ruin that precious but chaste relationship. "What's on your mind Jen?"

"I'm going up to Oxford at the end of this summer and you're going to Kings."

"Yes. Why?"

"I didn't want to go to college," she breathed in and out slowly before continuing, "......... untouched."

"Untouched?"

Jenny's face turned as red as her hair. "You know what I mean," she snapped; immediately regretting her sharp tone.

Nathaniel knew exactly what she meant, and decided to reply in a serious way to calm her obvious discomfort. "Do you mean," he paused, "...... a virgin?"

"Yeah!" she replied quickly; her eyes wide open in the unusual emotion of apprehension.

"So what are you planning?" he asked. He had qualms about having sex with his best friend, so did not want to ruin that precious friendship. He was already enjoying a relationship with a pretty young Wife of one of his white neighbours, so was not desperate for sex. The liaison had been arranged, on Nathaniel's eighteenth birthday, by Joshua in what was then, the tenuous dawn of the Natural Order movement. As a newly coached 'Master', Nathaniel thought it strange at first, that Felicity's husband was happy to listen quietly outside his own bedroom door as the young Black Man penetrated his Wife with his thick dark cock, and subsequently empty his large testicles into her. The psychology of cuckolding was something new to him then, but it would not stay that way for long.

"I know you are having an affair with Roger Wilson's Wife," she said quietly, and was gratified that he did not vehemently deny it, but only nodded in confirmation. "Could you do for me, what you do for Felicity. Just once, before I go to college."

"I don't want to spoil our friendship. Besides, I am probably too big for you."

A frown creased Jenny's brow. "I don't want to be pushy, but Felicity has said that you are very gentle with her. She also said that she loves what you do to her," she said, gaining more confidence. "And so does Roger."

"Roger?"

"Loves what you do for Felicity, of course!"

Nathan was confused for a moment, wondering where she had heard such intimacies, then recalled that Joshua was Jenny's Mother's Lover. "So you want me to f...."

"Make love to me. Yes!" Jenny said, cutting in before he used that crude term for what is the beautiful intimacy between man and woman. And then thinking of one small but crucial detail, she added, "And my Mum put me on the pill, six months ago."

"If you're sure. How? Where?" Nathaniel asked the now very calm beauty sat before him.

"Mum is over at Uncle Josh's, and Dad is working an evening shift. So we won't be disturbed." She stood up to look directly down at the still seated Nathaniel. "Come up to my bedroom in five minutes Nat. Please!"

Nathaniel had not foreseen this development. He was a red blooded male and Jenny was very pretty, and he recognized the anxiety in her voice. He had realised he valued this pretty girl's friendship more than he would have guessed, so it was a nervous young man who ascended the stairs.

"Don't worry Nat," the beautiful naked young Woman said as she stretched out on the bed. "Just do for me, what you do for Felicity."

Occasionally, his married Mistress liked it rough with hard, strong, full depth thrusting that brought her to almost constant moaning orgasm. She loved nothing more than to feel his strength and power taking her into a different level of consciousness as his seed spurted into her. But Nathan knew he had to be more careful with Jenny.

As he tore off his clothes he wondered, 'I must make this good for her. But I have to be careful.' His worry was short-lived however, because Jenny smiled confidently up at him and opened her legs to reveal her most intimate place.

"Okay!" he replied, as he knelt at the end of the bed. "But I hope you're ready."

She giggled nervously as his strong hands wrapped around her thin ankles and pulled her down the bed. He leaned his head down toward her pretty dark red bush to kiss her inner thigh, and then moving slowly he worked his lips towards her coral pink labia. His tongue flicked out onto the lips of her vulva and then moved again to find her clitoris. His gentle lips and tongue elicited small gasps of pleasure from Jenny; the pretty red haired young Woman liked the sensations that Nathaniel was giving her.

Nathaniel breathed in the aroma of her lower body. It smelt fresh -- the fragrance of good quality soap. 'She's taken a shower before I got here,' he thought; in the sudden realisation that his friend had been planning this moment together.

Breaking away from his dedicated task, he lifted his head from Jenny's pussy and said to the now very happy young Woman, "Let me know when you're ready."

His answer came back almost immediately. "What would Felicity do, now?"

He hadn't expected a question, so unthinkingly he answered, "She would normally go down on me, Jen."

She might have been, in her own words, 'untouched', but she was a South London girl at heart, and knew exactly what 'go down' meant. Nathaniel was taken completely by surprise as she pulled her legs away to swivel on her back, roll over, and drop her pretty head down onto Nathaniel's large dark brown member. To the young Black Man, it felt as if heaven had opened up for him.

The delightful feel of her lips and tongue on his hardening cock had an unexpected emotional effect on Nathaniel. In that moment, he realised that his lovely friend, now ready to give him pleasure in return, would always be a part of his life. Somewhere, sometime in the future she would be very important to him. She was as good, if not better, than his married Mistress, but to his credit, Nathaniel wanted to give his dearest friend her wish, so she could go off to university ready for whatever was on offer in the 'Dreaming Spires'.

"This is lovely of you Jen," he said, through gritted teeth, "but we're on a mission, aren't we?"

She did not say anything in reply, but just released hold of Nathaniel's hard rod, to fall back on the bed, open her thighs, and pull her knees up. Immediately he was between her legs; with his large cock bouncing as he manoeuvred his body in readiness. Jen bit her lip as she looked down at the dark phallus that was about to change her forever, but that did not stop her from taking his manhood into her hand to guide it towards her vagina. Nobody had ever told her that this was a normal action of an experienced Mistress who knows her Lover well; it was if she had been born to it.

There was no pain from Nathaniel's entrance into her vagina. The round head of his glands popped into her tunnel, overcoming the momentary resistance of the entrance. She gasped and moaned slightly at the alien penetration of her body, and then smiled in pleasure at the feel of the warm strength of the soft skinned hard manhood.

Nathaniel, mindful of the serious responsibility of his actions, looked down at her face looking for any signs of anxiety or pain. He was encouraged by her smile, so slowly and gently he pushed his cock into her while monitoring her facial expressions for signs of distress; there were none. Her face showed nothing but happiness and interest in the reactions of her body to Nathaniel's invasion.

In full control, the young Black Man started to move, not taking his eyes from Jenny's face for one second. Slowly out and slowly in. Careful not to hurt the young Woman he now knew he cared for; she had gone from 'friend on the bus' to something else. But was it love or 'friend with benefits'? Nathaniel didn't know and he suspected that Jenny didn't either.

'Concentrate of what you're doing,' he thought. And in response he settled down to a steady rhythm. He could sense that she was comfortable and enjoying what he was doing for her; the little squeaking noises from the back of her throat told him that she was building to a crescendo. Likewise, the exquisite sensations he was experiencing from his cock and the tightening of his heavy balls informed him that his own 'moment' was imminent.

He felt Jenny shiver, then moan louder than she had before, and concluded that she was cumming. In a refined and respectable way of course, but she was having her first coital orgasm and was enjoying every sensation coursing through her delightful body. Nathaniel knew the signs from the sessions he enjoyed in Felicity's bed, so ceased holding his own release and allowed the 'build up' to run its enjoyable course.

Jenny's 'first time' was a memory that she would hold in her heart for ever. It was a lovely recollection for this well-adjusted, happy young Woman who would make her sexuality a powerful factor in her future life. As Nathaniel's big, dark organ pulsed and kicked inside her, neither she, or her loving partner could foresee just how powerful it would be. A clue maybe, would have been the tender kiss she gave Nathaniel as his body slumped down on top of her after spending his seed.

"Do you do that for Felicity?" she whispered in his ear, as he lay on top of her almost comatose from his efforts.

It took three minutes for him to reply, but even then he was half asleep and not clearly thinking as he replied, "Yeah! But Roger usually comes to clean up the...."

"He does what?"

Nathaniel realised that he had told his friend more than he should, and sought to backtrack a little. "Er! He likes to look after Felicity -- after!"

Jenny was not to be diverted or ignored. "After what?" she asked, squirming out from underneath her heavily built Lover.

"You know!"

"No! I don't bloody know. Clean what?"

Nathaniel knew his pretty partner well enough to understand that she was not put off easily. 'That's why she going to Oxford,' he thought resignedly. 'Maybe I should tell her the whole story.'

"Are you ready for this?" he said, gathering his thoughts.

"I won't know until you tell me, and then it will be too late," she replied archly as she sat up with her lovely breasts heaving in indignation.

Nathaniel had been beaten by her logic, and knew it. "Did I tell you that Roger sits outside the bedroom door, when I am inside with Felicity?"

"No, but I'm not surprised," she replied, because her Uncle Josh had inferred that Roger was a bit of a, "submissive sort of bloke". His words not hers.

"Well! One evening I was leaving the house after a particularly strong lovemaking session with Felicity, when I found that I had forgotten my sweater. So I decided to go back upstairs to recover it from the floor, where Felicity had torn it from my body earlier on in the afternoon," Nathaniel said. "And guess what?"

Jenny tried not to look too interested, but was secretly wanting to hear the rest, "Go on! What?"

"When I went back into the bedroom, Roger was there between her legs, lapping at her pussy," he said, smiling at the memory. "But that's not all!"

"Oooh! Sticky!" Jenny exclaimed, laughing briefly until Nathaniel cut in.

"He was naked."

"Really?"

"And! Get this! He had leather collar around his neck, and a pair of see-through ladies panties on."

Jenny's mouth opened and closed in consternation, but she had nothing to say. Such matters were outside of her youthful understanding. But there was more to shock her.

"And what would you say if I told you he had something on, underneath his knickers?" Nathaniel asked his pretty young Lover.

"Hell! There's more?"

Nathaniel made a noise somewhere between a chortle and a laugh. "He had a metal contraption on his little willy," Nathaniel said to his shocked Lover. "It's like a cage attached to a ring thing underneath his little balls."

A silence fell over the room as Jenny took this revelation in. Eventually she asked, "How big is it? Poor Roger! Did Felicity make him wear it?........ Did you?"

"Don't blame me Jenny," Nathaniel replied laughing, while holding his hands up in a placating gesture. "She told me that it was his decision. They talked about it together and decided it was the best way to cope with the idea of Felicity and me being Lovers."

"But even so!" Jenny exclaimed, "That's a bit drastic, isn't it?"

"I thought so once, Jenny. But when I asked him why he was wearing...... you know!"

"What? His willy cage?"

It was Nathaniel's turn to be exasperated. " Not just that. But the collar and knickers too. Do you know what he said?"

"Of course not!"

"He said he was a 'True Cuckold'. Do you know what that is?"

"I know what a cuckold is, Nat," she replied.

Nathaniel believed her. 'Of course she knows what one is', he thought.

"But do you know what a True Cuckold is?" he asked the red faced naked Woman sat on the bed with him. Jenny shook her head.

"You have to admire him," Nathaniel continued. "Our Roger is totally committed to his Wife's happiness, and that includes Felicity's emotional, romantic, and sexual happiness. It is an all encompassing devotion that demands the total subjugation of his manliness, and complete submissiveness."

"He seems so normal," Jenny remarked.

That was the moment that Nathaniel thought would be a very diplomatic moment to finish the conversation. He knew, as did the whole of Catford, that Jenny's Mum, Janice, was Joshua Ngomo's 'Lady Friend', so did not think the matter would be helpful at that moment. He changed the subject and she was glad that he did so.

"How are you feeling, Jen?"

The pretty redhead gave him a warm smile, and replied, "I'm fine thanks Nat. And thanks for asking."

He smiled back at her; the warmth he felt for her, reflected in his eyes. "Any time Jenny. I just wanted to make sure you're okay that's all."

Jenny stood up, went into the nearby bathroom to clean up, while Nathaniel put his clothes back on. On her return into the bedroom, she retrieved her own clothes and dressed as her 'friend' waited patiently, perched on the end of the bed.

Fully dressed, Jenny bent down to kiss Nathaniel on the side of the cheek.

"Thanks Nat!"

"You're welcome," Nathaniel replied, "Shall we do some revision, before you go home?"

"Good idea?"