I met Jennifer at a Christmas party in early December. Her outfit of black leggings, skirt, and light sweater stood out in the sea of holiday red and green. Her short blonde hair was in a pixie-cut, enhancing the boyish looks of her petite frame.
I'd first spotted her in the kitchen getting a beer from the keg but then lost sight of her. I'd almost forgotten, but a half-hour later, I ran into the party host. Will found me as I was refilling my beer. "Oh, Jake! Have you met Jennifer? The skinny blonde all dressed in holiday black? I told her you were from back East and figured you two might get along. You're some of the only people here who miss the snow at Christmas!"
A second later, Will's wife Kate joined us at the keg. "Jake, did Will tell you about Jen?" I nodded. "She's a friend from one of my old bar gigs. She's a little awkward around people but means well. Also..." She stopped for a second.
Will laughed and put his arm around Kate. "Kate thinks Jen needs protecting and caring for like a little sister. They were inseparable when they worked at The Sunset back in the day. It was hard to get Kate alone without Jennifer tagging along like a puppy."
Kate jammed an elbow in Will's side. "Be nice. Jen doesn't make a lot of close friends. That's how she likes it. I can't seem to talk to her like I used to, but we still invite her to parties. At some, she comes in and hangs out. Others, she hangs outside, smokes, and watches everyone."
Will nodded. "Tonight is an outside night. She's smoking on the patio. The light's broken in that corner, so if you're not careful, you might miss her in all that black. Give her credit though, she's goth all year round." He smacked Kate on the ass and scooted her out the kitchen, "Go do the rounds, babe."
Kate gone, Will gave me a no-nonsense look, "Go find her and say hello. I know you two will get along. Here's the thing though, don't go over there if you don't see her. Sometimes she goes around the corner to smoke, and she hates surprises. Also? Hope you don't mind the smell of clove cigarettes. I think she's the last person in North America who still smokes the damn things. Now go get 'em, tiger."
I took my beer and headed back to the living room. The house was full of laughter and music. I made my way to the patio through a screen door from the living room. Christmas lights along the edge of the patio roof gave the night air a warm glow.
A large table in the middle of the patio was full of people drinking and smoking. The patio extended about five feet to my right, ten to my left. To the right, the yard spilled out into greenery. I could see the two tall trees and the hammock I'd helped Will install last year. To my left, the yard only extended another few feet before the tall cedar fence kicked in. I knew around the corner of the house was a small cul-de-sac cordoned off by fencing. I remembered a large condenser for their air-conditioning, and a small tool shed took up most of the space.
Sure enough, the lights by that corner of the patio were dark. I saw two chairs and a tall ashtray, but no Jennifer. I decided to heed Will's suggestion and went back inside the house. A half-hour later, I refilled my beer and decided to pop outside again. I slid the door closed and looked over. There was Jennifer, sitting with her legs crossed underneath her on the chair.
Up close, I could her face was small and round, with short blonde hair tousled in a mess. The tight t-shirt she wore showed the slightest hint of tits beneath. If not for the soft curve of her face and features, she could pass for a man if she had to.
"Hey, how's it going back here? I'm Jake. Will said you were from the East coast as well. Always nice to meet another person who might miss the snow."
Getting to her, the first thing I noticed was the scent in the air. There was a smell underneath the cloves and smoke I couldn't make out. It was earthy and thick, but I pushed it out of my head as we talked.
Jennifer kept her legs tight underneath her body as we talked. It looked awkward. "Almost no one smokes anymore, so I get my fix in the corner here like a bad kid." She reached into her pocket and pulled a pack out. "Speaking of which, I could use another. Come around the corner and talk to me while I smoke. Spirit of Christmas and all that."
Around the corner, she lit a cigarette, and we continued to chat. After a minute of talking, she dropped the cigarette in her beer cup. She put the cup on the ground then stepped up to me. "You seem like a nice enough guy. We should make out."
She was on me in a flash. The next few minutes were a blur of mouths and hands. Before I realized what was going her hand was down my pants. Jennifer's fingers slipped past my underwear and gave my cock a squeeze.
"Mmm..." she murmured in my ear. "That's nice. I like to know what I'm working with as soon as possible. This." She tugged again. "Feels like it will be good to play with."
A minute more of making out, and she kneeled between my legs. "Don't make too much noise, and no one will notice." She said, and in one continuous motion, pulled down my zipper and took out my cock. Without another word, she took me in her mouth. A mild panic took hold, and looked around the corner. We had great cover between the tall air conditioning unit and the angle to the central part of the patio. If someone decided to pop their head over the fence, we'd be busted, but the next-door house lights were dark.
Her head bobbed up and down on my cock with the urgency of someone running late for the bus. Party sounds drifted from the kitchen window and mingled with sounds from the patio. It gave the feeling of being invisible in the middle of a crowd.
Jennifer's head popped up after a few minutes with a look of astonishment. "What the fuck do you wash with? Your cock tastes like oranges!?!?"
I remembered the fancy body oil a friend had given me as an early Christmas present. I'd used it when showered before the party. I smiled, "Hey, a guy never knows when he'll get a surprise blowjob, so he should prepare."
"No, I'm serious. What the fuck is it?!" She looked serious, so I told her the name of the body wash, and her eyes widened. "I've seen that stuff at Whole Foods! I had no idea this is what it tasted like. I'm getting some of it next time I'm there." She ran her hand along with cock, now wet with spit. "OK, Orange Julius, now it's your turn to get to work."
She stood up, turning to face the condenser. Reaching back, she hiked up her skirt to give me access. I could see where the black leggings ended and her pale skin started. The difference was stark against the stockings and thong between her legs. She wiggled her hips and pulled the thong down to her knees. A blonde bush poked out between her legs and something else I couldn't quite make out because of the angle. Her pussy was wet, that was for sure.
"Are you going to stare at it or hit it?" Jennifer looked back at me. "Get in there before someone comes, and you have to share."
I snapped to and put my beer down. Jennifer waved her hand at it, "Wait, give me the beer. I could use something to get the orange out of my mouth." I gave her the cup. She took a swig as I lined up behind her. My cock was free through the zipper of my pants, so there was no need to drop my trousers. I figured it wouldn't matter since anyone who saw us would know what was going on. She put her hands on the condenser for balance and pushed her ass out to me.
It took almost no effort to get the head of my cock nestled inside her. Her pussy was hot and sticky. I grabbed her hips and worked my way further in. Instead of the slick feel of skin, she felt thicker, warmer. She felt... gooey was the only word that came to mind. It was unexpected but felt amazing. Sliding in and out of her was almost frictionless.
I must've been thinking about it too much. After a few minutes, Jennifer turned back to me, "I'm sorry, I thought we were fucking. C'mon, give me something." She reached back with a quick tug and repositioned my cock at her asshole. "OK, OJ, switch it up." She said as she looked back and grinned.
