My wife and I had been helping out a local neighbor girl named Jenny. Her parents didn't have much money and we offered to help them when Jenny left for college. Jenny was a bright eighteen year old with long brown hair and a cute face. She would often come over to our house and spend time with my wife helping out in the kitchen and other household chores. My wife was still at work when Jenny arrived one afternoon. She was nearly crying when I let her into the house.
"My mom will never let me have a boyfriend like all my other friends," Jenny told me.
"I am sure she is just looking out for you Jenny," I told her.
Jenny said she would be an old woman by the time she ever went out with a man. I told her that wouldn't be the case, but she didn't want to hear that.
"I hope my first boyfriend will be just like you Jeff," she told me.
I was flattered she said that when Jenny ran to me and threw her arms around my neck. She place her head on my chest and sobbed a little bit. I could feel her tits poking into my chest. I was getting a little uncomfortable when Jenny looked up and stared at my face. She pulled my head down to hers and then she kissed my lips. It wasn't just a peck on my mouth, however. Jenny pushed her tongue inside.
I was caught off guard and I opened my mouth to her. The next thing I knew, we were standing in the dining room having an intense kissing session. Jenny was acting so needy. I didn't know what came over me. I pressed my hands to her chest. Jenny's breasts were hard as I felt them through her bra. Jenny then pulled back and lifted off her shirt and then undid her bra. I nearly choked. Jenny had these perfectly shaped tits with circular nipples topping both breasts.
"Please teach me how to make love Jeff," She was pleading with me.
"This isn't right," I replied back.
