Boy Meets Girl

Jenny Johnson was every bit as gorgeous as her sister, Stephanie. She had blonde hair, streaked with yellow and orange so that it looked like wisps of fire, and her wide eyes, framed by long, luxuriant lashes, were azure, the color of a cloudless summer sky. A thin, straight nose led his gaze downward, past the high, apple cheeks, to lush, smooth lips, pink and soft as the petals of a rose. Silver earrings, set with Zircon "diamonds," dangled like miniature chandeliers from the lobes of her delicate ears. Her breasts were full, high, round, and firm, but, he knew, even without the evidence of his hands, they were also soft as pillows but sleek as silk or satin. The nipples were modestly small, but visible, surrounded by just a suggestion of their areolas, beneath the tight tank top she wore without a bra. Her bare midriff was suntanned and bronze, the tiny hollow of the inverted navel pierced with a silver belly ring. She wore a mini-skirt of silk or some other girly fabric that hugged her hips and displayed her perfect legs. A pair of simple black heels adorned her small, delicate feet. She was just as beautiful from behind, her derriere dull and round--and, Dave couldn't help but to think, inviting--despite her narrow hips. He'd hit the jackpot as much with Jenny as his brother had with Stephanie.

After dinner and a movie, they'd found a quiet, private place to park, on Moonlight Drive, the unpaved road that wound through a wooded mountainside that overlooked their community, Falls Hill. Spread out across the valley, the streets, houses, shops, and stores that were as familiar to each of them as his or her own name took on an unexpected glamour, as if it were a fairytale village wherein perfect people lived happily ever after, every woman was a lovely, kindhearted lady and every man a charming, handsome prince. Romance, Dave supposed, was in the air. His own warm, fuzzy feelings for Jenny made everything seemed more beautiful and glamorous than it would otherwise appear to be.