Jenny Jinx, they called her. Because she was a 33 year old woman, with 5 failed relationships in the past 3 months, let alone the year! Ok, so she was unlucky. Better yet unlucky in love and finally she was giving up. She was fed up with the men in her small town - or shall we say the small men in her bed, and it was time for her to evaluate the single status!

It’s a fare trade, she thought to herself as she walked home along the mudded pavement - develop emotions and you’ll get hurt! Of course, these days sex is sex, men are eighty percent dick, twenty percent football and zero percent love! So sex had better be good or the trade would be pointless. Yet, with all this in mind Jenny still traded often, she gave them her high heels, red lipstick, suspenders and cheap one night stands and got hurt every time!

The question is, she thought as she took her coat off and clambered on inside her apartment, do you settle for the single life, a bottle of red and a romantic comedy, or do you get out there and find that person who is worthy of a good trade?

She sighed, taking a bottle from the wine rack to study the label; Chateau Teyssier Bordeaux Pezat! An award-winning red rosé wine from the Rhône Valley, France. "Romantic!" she smiled to herself. This bottle was a gift from Chantal, the single woman living next door who had a lot to be happy about. With that in mind she held the neck of the bottle in her hand and headed into the kitchen.

Her last boyfriend Harry Spade, only ever wanted one thing! Yes, Harry was one hundred percent dick, and not in the good sense of the word! That rat had left her standing alone in the dead of the night half way along the A23 toward Horley, after she’d denied him sex.

That was the first time EVER she’d said no! But once again the price was heavy, as she’d had to walk four miles alongside the road before reaching a street light. She was once again heart broken.

She reached for a glass from the cabinet and stood it up on the table in front of her. “What an arse!” she said dryly and artfully began winding the corkscrew into the cork; a perfection she’d learnt from Darren Webb, another ex not worth remembering! But he was an expert of fine wines, that was something, right?

Popping the cork and grinning at her success, she tipped the bottle filling the large glass to the top. Jenny was not much of a drinker, but she would drink all of it tonight and enjoy it! Because that's what single women do, they enjoy their own company. She lifted the glass to her lips and took a heavy swig. Not like Darren who sipped and swished it inside his mouth before spitting it out! He maybe an expert but the best of them know to swallow on a date.

She took the glass and tip toed into the front room where a box of Turkish delights waited for her. Since Chris, a serious, eighty percent fitness freak, and another ex had told her to watch her weight she’d not touched them, but now she could eat them guilt free!

She laid the chocolates open and marvelled at them like they were long lost friends, and with her hand floating over them in search of the perfect one, though they were all the same, she pinched one between her fingers and placed it inside her mouth. “Mm” it was delicious and she quickly reached for another.

Making pleasurable noises, she sat on the sofa and laid her legs out, her toes rubbing together and twiddling. This was good, she thought to her self, what could go wrong when it's just you? This was almost perfect!

A sip of her wine, another chocolate and she picked up the controller and turned on the TV. “Hm, something special…” she spoke out loud as she began flicking through the late night guide. “Rubbish, seen it, done it…” she continued until she stumbled upon something intriguing - the porn channels!

She had always thought porn stupid, cheap and nasty! It was never realistic and rarely sparked interest in her let alone turned her on! But for some reason she felt compelled to challenge herself and so taking another sip she searched the options only pausing when Lesbian lovers came into view.

Her finger glided over the button with hesitation. “Come on Jen, what are you worried about?” she asked herself and began to ponder. Considering her luck with men, the idea of being with a woman didn’t sound so bad. In fact she’d considered the option a few times, particularly with Chantal, the one who brought her the wine and chocolates for her birthday.

Maybe she didn’t need the porn, maybe she’d just call Chantal instead? She giggled out loud, but thought no and quickly pressed the button before she could change her mind.

When the music died the door opened, and like a dream the camera stepped into the steam in slow motion. The smoky atmosphere cleared and the camera focused on a pair of feet at the base of the shower and began to journey up her soupy calves to a pair of perfectly shaped wet thighs.

Jenny stared with her mouth half open. Her glass now rested on her chest in front of her merely forgotten about, the chocolates left half eaten. As the camera moved up it paused at the woman’s cleavage, Jenny happily put her glass aside next to the chocolates and turned on her side to take in the beauty.

I wonder if Chantal has nipples like that? She thought quietly as the woman took one between her fingers and gently squeezed it. Jenny could not distinguish where her interest in Chantal was coming from, whether it was the bad luck with men, or a genuine sexual attraction to a woman. She watched and took notes on her reactions, but there was no sexual urge, just interest. Minutes passed, and when that same hand pinching the nipple travelled down into the crease between her thighs, Jenny felt it! That buzz between her legs!

“Oh god!” Jenny quivered at the sight as the woman began masturbating against her hand and couldn’t help but slip her own hand between her legs over her jeans and clamp it there.

But it didn’t stay still for long as the woman on screen took the showerhead and directed it between her thighs. The serenade of little whimpers took Jenny's hand inside her jeans and into her knickers where she was surprised to find herself in dire need.

With a single finger Jenny ran over her clit and down to dip her finger inside and back up again, bringing with it a silky texture to aid the motion.

The woman in the movie was working faster and harder now as was Jenny who didn’t want to miss a thing, laid on her back, her hips rocking against her hand and her eyes on the screen. A timeless action making her arch and lift up, her bum cheeks clenching as two fingers went deep inside her and out again.

The woman had turned around so her back facing the camera and parting her legs she bent over and continued with the showerhead, giving a nice view of her round arse and the spray of the water as it pounded against her.

In and out, up and down, round and round - “Fuck!” Jenny sneered through her teeth as she began to swirl out of control. The woman on the screen began to lose her legs as her body hummed into the sensation taking Jenny along with her in a breath taking orgasm!

Jenny, in a recovery position on the sofa, closed her eyes and took deep breaths, her lips slipping into a satisfied grin. The grin though sank at the sound of someone knocking at her door!

In a desperate rush and with a rant of curses, she pulled her hand out of her jeans and reached for the remote. The TV off and everything in check she went to the door and with a steady hand she opened it.

Jenny smiled warily “Sorry, I was err... busy” she said standing aside to let her in.