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08-21-2007, 08:42 PM
~BBW, Eating, Romance, ~SWG - Jenna's first date with Tom goes far better than either expected
Jenna 6: Nervous Conditions
by The Id
(Click here (http://www.dimensionsmagazine.com/forums/showthread.php?t=27179) for the previous installment)
Water polo practice was its usual humdrum routine. Swimming back and forth, back and forth, back and forth…it felt like it would never end, and that was just the warm up swim. Then came the drills one after another after another.
It was almost more than Jenna could bear. It wasn't the first practice of the year, but it was by the most taxing mentally, if not physically. The reason Jenna was antsy to get out of practice was because it was Friday and right after practice she had to head home to get ready for her—she couldn't believe it was actually true—date with Tom.
There was no sense in calling it anything else. It was really and truly a date, and the thought made Jenna nervous all over again (though ever since she'd realized she was going to dinner with Tom she hovered somewhere between "nervous" and "panicking"). She was so worried that she was barely able to keep her focus during practice, and she knew that she had to keep her head in it. The last thing she needed was for Coach to start watching her because he didn't think she was working hard enough, which would inevitably lead to him realizing that she was a tiny bit off her usual form at the moment. Naturally, that would be chalked up to her added weight and Jenna would begin taking flak for that.
On the bright side, however, Jenna felt that she'd been able to get back into polo pretty well after the long off season, especially considering how much weight she'd gained in that time period. During the last two seasons, she'd wondered how Tara Kelley was fit enough to play water polo, but now that Jenna had begun playing with a plumper frame she'd found it much easier than she expected.
Jenna wasn't doing as well as she might like, to be honest, but she wasn't doing that badly either. At this rate she'd be playing just as well as she did last season by their first scrimmage of the season. She might even shed some of her newly added girth in the process, a thought that Jenna gladly welcomed.
Once the practice finished at around 4:30 that afternoon, all the girls clambered out of the pool and headed to the locker room to change. Nobody wanted to lose more of their Friday and the beginning of the weekend than they had to.
Even though she'd already undressed a few times for practice, the process was still slightly intimidating for Jenna. Having to expose her body in front of her peers, specifically some of her very close friends, was something that the svelte Jenna had done with pride. The chubby Jenna did so with trepidation.
Of course, no one ever really lingered while naked, nor did anyone take too keen an interest in anyone else while they were nude, but all the same Jenna was acutely aware of her size, even when she just took her shirt off. She knew how her belly bunched up into rolls as she bent over to put on her pants, how her ass jiggled as she moved, how her breasts bounced if she took a step, how her thighs rubbed together so noticeably. As a result of all this, Jenna had become an extremely quick dresser as of late.
Today as she was changing she was next to Kristin Royal. She was the lone sophomore on the varsity team, which was a testament to her abilities. Jenna had only played junior varsity last year as a sophomore, so she had a certain respect for Kristin. Unlike many of the other girls, though, Kristin was quiet, perhaps even shy. She didn't socialize quite as much, even though she was generally considered cute.
Kristin was also considered a little plump, especially in her lower half. She was quite a pear shaped girl. As she changed out of her swimsuit, Jenna couldn't help but notice that Kristin's hips were just as large as her own were, even though the rest of Kristin looked quite a bit smaller (especially in the chest, as it goes without saying), though it was also evident that Kristin carried more than a little weight elsewhere as well. However, she seemed unabashed about quietly changing into her clothes, even though Jenna was still slightly on edge as she went through the same process.
Why do all the other girls seem so comfortable about this even though they're not exactly slim? Jenna privately lamented, Maybe it's because they never were slim, so it's not like it's anything out of the ordinary for them.
Everyone was chatting about what they were doing that night, the latest gossip, recent entertainment news, and just about anything else that high school girls were wont to talk about. Jenna's mind was much too occupied with her own plans for the night, which she wasn't too keen on sharing with other people—at least not yet anyways.
It wasn't that she was embarrassed to be dating Tom…well, maybe she was just a little bit because of his quasi-legendary perseverance and Jenna's own less than noble past treatment of Tom. But remembering how she'd felt just after Tom had agreed to go out with her…she felt giddy at the memory. If that's really what she was going to feel like when dating Tom, then she wasn't going to want to keep it under wraps. For the moment, though, she thought she needed to see how tonight went.
"You're quiet today," Kristin said, somewhat softly herself.
Jenna turned around as she tugged some sweatpants on. "I'm just thinking about some stuff."
Kristin nodded. "You play very well."
"Thanks," Jenna said. She was sort of flattered that Kristin was complimenting her when Kristin probably had a better practice than she did. Then again, if Jenna was a sophomore in a locker room full of juniors and seniors, she might try striking up a conversation with whoever happened to be next to her just so she wouldn't feel so out of place. "You did really well though too."
Kristin blushed. The return compliment obviously meant a lot. "Thanks…but I don't know if I really aught to be here, you know. There aren't any other sophomores and…"
Jenna sat down next to Kristin, forgetting to put her t-shirt on for the moment, which meant that her full rack in its bra was on display, as well as Jenna's ample belly. "Look, if you didn't belong here Coach wouldn't have put you here. I know it's probably intimidating, but he does know what he's doing. I realize that's a little hard to fathom sometimes."
The pair giggled a bit. "But really, he's been coaching for long enough to have figured things out. If he thinks you can play at this level, then you can, all right?"
"If you say so," Kristin said, not really convinced.
"Look, it's my first year on varsity too," Jenna said, "We're in the same boat now. This is where we play for championships and all that important stuff, so there's a lot of pressure. I don't know how well I'm going to do myself. But maybe I can't do it myself."
"Of course you can Jenna!" Kristin protested, "You're a junior! You should be here!"
"Yeah, but there are a lot of people here who are much better than me, like Nina and Morgan. I could still ask Coach to put me on JV where I'd do better."
"Don't talk that way Jenna, you belong here!"
"Really?" Jenna asked.
"Yeah!" Kristin said.
"Then so do you. I meant what I said when you did well today. If you think I can do this, then you can do it too, so don't go dropping out on me, all right?" Jenna said.
"Okay," Kristin said, and then she waited a moment before saying, "Thank you."
"Don't mention it," Jenna said. In reality she was thinking, Where did that speech come from? What am I now, Dr. Jenna the high school therapist? That was weird…
Then Jenna pulled her cell phone out of her bag and caught a glimpse of the time. It was 4:45 already!
"Sorry Kristin, I just realized I have to get home or my Mom's gonna kill me!" Jenna said and quickly pulled her t-shirt over her head. She barely took the time to smooth her damp hair out before rushing out the door.
"Bye Jenna!" Kristin called after the jiggling blonde as she rushed out of the locker room, leaping over gym bags on her way.
***
Jenna had just finished blow-drying her hair and was now furiously brushing it so it looked as beautiful as possible. It had been so long since she'd been on a date Jenna had almost forgotten how much work she had to put into the process. Even as she was pulling the brush through her hair, she was trying to decide what shirt to wear. As much as she'd come to like the broad horizontal stripes of rugby shirts lately, she thought that she should go with something a little more slimming for Tom.
As soon as she was relatively happy with her hair, she rushed from the bathroom to her bedroom and grabbed a button up blouse that was white with light blue vertical stripes and put it on. She purposefully made sure that she didn't button it up all the way so that she might draw attention to her bust.
“And away from other things,” Jenna thought.
She grabbed a jean skirt she'd gotten from Old Navy the other day specifically for tonight's dinner. She thought that it had looked great on her in the store, but now that she had pulled it on, she wasn't so sure it was a good idea. All of a sudden it seemed like the skirt was a bit too short, exposing way too much of her thighs.
The other alternative had been a pencil skirt, but that was way too long. Now Jenna wasn't so sure she would have minded that as she viewed her large, soft, tan thighs in the mirror. Jenna then looked at the clock and saw it was 5:55. She didn't have time for this, Tom could be here any second. She was going to have to go with this tonight.
Jenna hurried back to the bathroom and deftly applied the right amount of makeup in the right amount of places. She gave her hair a final run through and examined herself in the mirror. Tonight she was definitely using blue as the overall organization of her outfit. The light blue in her shirt and the blue of her denim brought out her blue eyes nicely. The white brought out how tan her skin was (and she was still tan despite everything) and made her look radiant. Jenna checked her smile and her pearly whites passed muster. She felt like she needed to do something else though…
And then the door bell rang.
"I got it!" Jenna shouted through the house as she ran out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the door.
If Tom had counted the seconds between when he rang the doorbell and when the door opened, he would have found that it was four seconds. However, time was in slow motion for him and those four seconds felt like an eternity. He didn't even hear Jenna clatter down the stairs over the beating of his heart.
When the door was flung open in front of him, Tom was stunned by how beautiful Jenna looked. She even seemed to glow with a heavenly luster…but maybe that was because she was being backlit from lights inside the house. Tom didn't even think about that. He was ecstatic that it was actually happening. He was really going to dinner with Jenna Shcherbatsky.
"Hi Tom," Jenna said with a huge smile, "Ready to go?"
"Yeah, I've got my car," Tom said, "Are you ready?"
"Yeah!" Jenna said, and she stepped outside and shut the door behind her. They walked three steps and just as Tom was going to open his mouth to say something, Jenna realized what she'd forgotten. "Shoes! I forgot to put on shoes! I'll be right back," she exclaimed.
Before Tom could say anything at all Jenna turned around and headed back to the house. As she opened the door, she found Mrs. Shcherbatsky standing there.
"Jenna dear, you didn't tell—" Jenna's mother said, "Oh. Who's this Jenna?"
"This is my friend Tom, Mom," Jenna said, turning crimson.
"Well don't just run off, invite him in Jenna!" Mrs. Shcherbatsky said, "How do you do Tom? I'm Jenna's mother."
Tom came up and nervously shook hands with Mrs. Shcherbatsky. "Hi. Tom Stevenson. Pleasure to meet you."
"Have you and Jenna been friends long?"
"We've been going to school together for years," Jenna interjected, "We really have to go now."
"You're not wearing any shoes Jenna, so I think you'll be waiting a bit longer. I'm sure your father would like to meet Tom anyways. He's just in the kitchen," Jenna's mother said.
Jenna spotted her pair of Rainbow sandals at the door. They'd seen slightly better days, but they'd work. "Look, sandals right here. How convenient," Jenna said with a smile as she stepped into the sandals.
"Who's this Nancy?" a male voice said from the back of the house.
"A friend of Jenna's," Mrs. Shcherbatsky called back.
Very soon Mr. Shcherbatsky came to the front hall. He was a rather good looking man, and it was clear that Jenna had genes working for her on both sides when it came to her looks.
"I'm Mr. Shcherbatsky," he said, extending a hand to Tom, who took it and smiled as confidently as he could.
"Tom Stevenson," Tom said.
"You go to school with Jenna?" Mr. Shcherbatsky asked.
"Yeah, we have Biology together," Tom said.
"Very good. So, where are you two headed tonight?" Mr. Shcherbatsky asked.
"Dinner. We're going to dinner, and if we don't leave now we're going to be late," Jenna said, "so can we please go now?"
"Fine, don't be out too late dear," Mrs. Shcherbatsky said, "Nice to meet you Tom."
"Nice to meet you Mrs. Shcherbatsky," Tom said pleasantly before he was almost pushed through the door by Jenna. She gave her parents an unappreciative face to try and demonstrate she was clearly not pleased with them right now before shutting the door.
"Well, I wonder what that was all about," Mrs. Shcherbatsky said to her husband, "Jenna's never acted that way with us before."
"Who knows," Mr. Shcherbatsky said as he returned to that evening's basketball game. He'd given up trying to understand his daughter a long time ago.
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Jenna 6: Nervous Conditions
by The Id
(Click here (http://www.dimensionsmagazine.com/forums/showthread.php?t=27179) for the previous installment)
Water polo practice was its usual humdrum routine. Swimming back and forth, back and forth, back and forth…it felt like it would never end, and that was just the warm up swim. Then came the drills one after another after another.
It was almost more than Jenna could bear. It wasn't the first practice of the year, but it was by the most taxing mentally, if not physically. The reason Jenna was antsy to get out of practice was because it was Friday and right after practice she had to head home to get ready for her—she couldn't believe it was actually true—date with Tom.
There was no sense in calling it anything else. It was really and truly a date, and the thought made Jenna nervous all over again (though ever since she'd realized she was going to dinner with Tom she hovered somewhere between "nervous" and "panicking"). She was so worried that she was barely able to keep her focus during practice, and she knew that she had to keep her head in it. The last thing she needed was for Coach to start watching her because he didn't think she was working hard enough, which would inevitably lead to him realizing that she was a tiny bit off her usual form at the moment. Naturally, that would be chalked up to her added weight and Jenna would begin taking flak for that.
On the bright side, however, Jenna felt that she'd been able to get back into polo pretty well after the long off season, especially considering how much weight she'd gained in that time period. During the last two seasons, she'd wondered how Tara Kelley was fit enough to play water polo, but now that Jenna had begun playing with a plumper frame she'd found it much easier than she expected.
Jenna wasn't doing as well as she might like, to be honest, but she wasn't doing that badly either. At this rate she'd be playing just as well as she did last season by their first scrimmage of the season. She might even shed some of her newly added girth in the process, a thought that Jenna gladly welcomed.
Once the practice finished at around 4:30 that afternoon, all the girls clambered out of the pool and headed to the locker room to change. Nobody wanted to lose more of their Friday and the beginning of the weekend than they had to.
Even though she'd already undressed a few times for practice, the process was still slightly intimidating for Jenna. Having to expose her body in front of her peers, specifically some of her very close friends, was something that the svelte Jenna had done with pride. The chubby Jenna did so with trepidation.
Of course, no one ever really lingered while naked, nor did anyone take too keen an interest in anyone else while they were nude, but all the same Jenna was acutely aware of her size, even when she just took her shirt off. She knew how her belly bunched up into rolls as she bent over to put on her pants, how her ass jiggled as she moved, how her breasts bounced if she took a step, how her thighs rubbed together so noticeably. As a result of all this, Jenna had become an extremely quick dresser as of late.
Today as she was changing she was next to Kristin Royal. She was the lone sophomore on the varsity team, which was a testament to her abilities. Jenna had only played junior varsity last year as a sophomore, so she had a certain respect for Kristin. Unlike many of the other girls, though, Kristin was quiet, perhaps even shy. She didn't socialize quite as much, even though she was generally considered cute.
Kristin was also considered a little plump, especially in her lower half. She was quite a pear shaped girl. As she changed out of her swimsuit, Jenna couldn't help but notice that Kristin's hips were just as large as her own were, even though the rest of Kristin looked quite a bit smaller (especially in the chest, as it goes without saying), though it was also evident that Kristin carried more than a little weight elsewhere as well. However, she seemed unabashed about quietly changing into her clothes, even though Jenna was still slightly on edge as she went through the same process.
Why do all the other girls seem so comfortable about this even though they're not exactly slim? Jenna privately lamented, Maybe it's because they never were slim, so it's not like it's anything out of the ordinary for them.
Everyone was chatting about what they were doing that night, the latest gossip, recent entertainment news, and just about anything else that high school girls were wont to talk about. Jenna's mind was much too occupied with her own plans for the night, which she wasn't too keen on sharing with other people—at least not yet anyways.
It wasn't that she was embarrassed to be dating Tom…well, maybe she was just a little bit because of his quasi-legendary perseverance and Jenna's own less than noble past treatment of Tom. But remembering how she'd felt just after Tom had agreed to go out with her…she felt giddy at the memory. If that's really what she was going to feel like when dating Tom, then she wasn't going to want to keep it under wraps. For the moment, though, she thought she needed to see how tonight went.
"You're quiet today," Kristin said, somewhat softly herself.
Jenna turned around as she tugged some sweatpants on. "I'm just thinking about some stuff."
Kristin nodded. "You play very well."
"Thanks," Jenna said. She was sort of flattered that Kristin was complimenting her when Kristin probably had a better practice than she did. Then again, if Jenna was a sophomore in a locker room full of juniors and seniors, she might try striking up a conversation with whoever happened to be next to her just so she wouldn't feel so out of place. "You did really well though too."
Kristin blushed. The return compliment obviously meant a lot. "Thanks…but I don't know if I really aught to be here, you know. There aren't any other sophomores and…"
Jenna sat down next to Kristin, forgetting to put her t-shirt on for the moment, which meant that her full rack in its bra was on display, as well as Jenna's ample belly. "Look, if you didn't belong here Coach wouldn't have put you here. I know it's probably intimidating, but he does know what he's doing. I realize that's a little hard to fathom sometimes."
The pair giggled a bit. "But really, he's been coaching for long enough to have figured things out. If he thinks you can play at this level, then you can, all right?"
"If you say so," Kristin said, not really convinced.
"Look, it's my first year on varsity too," Jenna said, "We're in the same boat now. This is where we play for championships and all that important stuff, so there's a lot of pressure. I don't know how well I'm going to do myself. But maybe I can't do it myself."
"Of course you can Jenna!" Kristin protested, "You're a junior! You should be here!"
"Yeah, but there are a lot of people here who are much better than me, like Nina and Morgan. I could still ask Coach to put me on JV where I'd do better."
"Don't talk that way Jenna, you belong here!"
"Really?" Jenna asked.
"Yeah!" Kristin said.
"Then so do you. I meant what I said when you did well today. If you think I can do this, then you can do it too, so don't go dropping out on me, all right?" Jenna said.
"Okay," Kristin said, and then she waited a moment before saying, "Thank you."
"Don't mention it," Jenna said. In reality she was thinking, Where did that speech come from? What am I now, Dr. Jenna the high school therapist? That was weird…
Then Jenna pulled her cell phone out of her bag and caught a glimpse of the time. It was 4:45 already!
"Sorry Kristin, I just realized I have to get home or my Mom's gonna kill me!" Jenna said and quickly pulled her t-shirt over her head. She barely took the time to smooth her damp hair out before rushing out the door.
"Bye Jenna!" Kristin called after the jiggling blonde as she rushed out of the locker room, leaping over gym bags on her way.
***
Jenna had just finished blow-drying her hair and was now furiously brushing it so it looked as beautiful as possible. It had been so long since she'd been on a date Jenna had almost forgotten how much work she had to put into the process. Even as she was pulling the brush through her hair, she was trying to decide what shirt to wear. As much as she'd come to like the broad horizontal stripes of rugby shirts lately, she thought that she should go with something a little more slimming for Tom.
As soon as she was relatively happy with her hair, she rushed from the bathroom to her bedroom and grabbed a button up blouse that was white with light blue vertical stripes and put it on. She purposefully made sure that she didn't button it up all the way so that she might draw attention to her bust.
“And away from other things,” Jenna thought.
She grabbed a jean skirt she'd gotten from Old Navy the other day specifically for tonight's dinner. She thought that it had looked great on her in the store, but now that she had pulled it on, she wasn't so sure it was a good idea. All of a sudden it seemed like the skirt was a bit too short, exposing way too much of her thighs.
The other alternative had been a pencil skirt, but that was way too long. Now Jenna wasn't so sure she would have minded that as she viewed her large, soft, tan thighs in the mirror. Jenna then looked at the clock and saw it was 5:55. She didn't have time for this, Tom could be here any second. She was going to have to go with this tonight.
Jenna hurried back to the bathroom and deftly applied the right amount of makeup in the right amount of places. She gave her hair a final run through and examined herself in the mirror. Tonight she was definitely using blue as the overall organization of her outfit. The light blue in her shirt and the blue of her denim brought out her blue eyes nicely. The white brought out how tan her skin was (and she was still tan despite everything) and made her look radiant. Jenna checked her smile and her pearly whites passed muster. She felt like she needed to do something else though…
And then the door bell rang.
"I got it!" Jenna shouted through the house as she ran out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the door.
If Tom had counted the seconds between when he rang the doorbell and when the door opened, he would have found that it was four seconds. However, time was in slow motion for him and those four seconds felt like an eternity. He didn't even hear Jenna clatter down the stairs over the beating of his heart.
When the door was flung open in front of him, Tom was stunned by how beautiful Jenna looked. She even seemed to glow with a heavenly luster…but maybe that was because she was being backlit from lights inside the house. Tom didn't even think about that. He was ecstatic that it was actually happening. He was really going to dinner with Jenna Shcherbatsky.
"Hi Tom," Jenna said with a huge smile, "Ready to go?"
"Yeah, I've got my car," Tom said, "Are you ready?"
"Yeah!" Jenna said, and she stepped outside and shut the door behind her. They walked three steps and just as Tom was going to open his mouth to say something, Jenna realized what she'd forgotten. "Shoes! I forgot to put on shoes! I'll be right back," she exclaimed.
Before Tom could say anything at all Jenna turned around and headed back to the house. As she opened the door, she found Mrs. Shcherbatsky standing there.
"Jenna dear, you didn't tell—" Jenna's mother said, "Oh. Who's this Jenna?"
"This is my friend Tom, Mom," Jenna said, turning crimson.
"Well don't just run off, invite him in Jenna!" Mrs. Shcherbatsky said, "How do you do Tom? I'm Jenna's mother."
Tom came up and nervously shook hands with Mrs. Shcherbatsky. "Hi. Tom Stevenson. Pleasure to meet you."
"Have you and Jenna been friends long?"
"We've been going to school together for years," Jenna interjected, "We really have to go now."
"You're not wearing any shoes Jenna, so I think you'll be waiting a bit longer. I'm sure your father would like to meet Tom anyways. He's just in the kitchen," Jenna's mother said.
Jenna spotted her pair of Rainbow sandals at the door. They'd seen slightly better days, but they'd work. "Look, sandals right here. How convenient," Jenna said with a smile as she stepped into the sandals.
"Who's this Nancy?" a male voice said from the back of the house.
"A friend of Jenna's," Mrs. Shcherbatsky called back.
Very soon Mr. Shcherbatsky came to the front hall. He was a rather good looking man, and it was clear that Jenna had genes working for her on both sides when it came to her looks.
"I'm Mr. Shcherbatsky," he said, extending a hand to Tom, who took it and smiled as confidently as he could.
"Tom Stevenson," Tom said.
"You go to school with Jenna?" Mr. Shcherbatsky asked.
"Yeah, we have Biology together," Tom said.
"Very good. So, where are you two headed tonight?" Mr. Shcherbatsky asked.
"Dinner. We're going to dinner, and if we don't leave now we're going to be late," Jenna said, "so can we please go now?"
"Fine, don't be out too late dear," Mrs. Shcherbatsky said, "Nice to meet you Tom."
"Nice to meet you Mrs. Shcherbatsky," Tom said pleasantly before he was almost pushed through the door by Jenna. She gave her parents an unappreciative face to try and demonstrate she was clearly not pleased with them right now before shutting the door.
"Well, I wonder what that was all about," Mrs. Shcherbatsky said to her husband, "Jenna's never acted that way with us before."
"Who knows," Mr. Shcherbatsky said as he returned to that evening's basketball game. He'd given up trying to understand his daughter a long time ago.
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