Jenny Gets A Cold

Jenny Gets A Cold

Jenny and her boyfriend Jonathan were sitting at the kitchen table in Jonathan’s massive Toronto apartment. It was evening, just before bedtime, and Jenny had asked for a cup of hot tea before bed. Despite what her boyfriend called her, she wasn’t really a little girl. She was a grown up girl of 24. But to John, who was 10 years her senior, she would always be a child. So many things about her seemed young. Her light, shimmering blond hair was fine and silky. Her eyes were sparkling blue and mischievous. Her smile was innocent, framed by two distinctive dimples. And she was so small and slender that she could easily pass for a teenager, rather than the young woman she was.

Jenny smiled at John and nodded, indicating her preference for sugar. Jenny had a sweet tooth.

John knew what might happen if his little girlfriend drank too much tea before bedtime. Over the past four months that Jenny had been living with him, he had found that she occasionally had a bit of a problem. Not long after the two became a couple, John had awoken in the early morning to find Jenny had wet the bed. It had been a night out, and Jenny had drunk too much champagne before going to bed. He wasn’t angry with her over the mess in the bed. In fact, he had privately been very pleased. The truth was that John had a strange desire when it came to Jenny. For some reason, he found himself hoping very much that she would have toileting accidents. It was an excuse to hold her, cuddle her, comfort her, and strip off her wet pajamas. It also made her seem very much like a real little girl. John loved it. But after that first wetting, Jenny was disappointingly dry at night for weeks.