GIRL 20
Jackrabbit Girl
She skidded to a halt in front of me in white Lexus, the driver’s side
window open, her kinky blonde hair blowing in the breeze, her tanned,
toned thigh revealed by her hiked up miniskirt visible below. She
smiled at me with perfect teeth, and I felt her all the way to my toes.
I was kissing her at the bar and dying to take her to bed. She was
interesting, storied, a brave woman who went out on her own and made
her money as a nurse who invested in medical practices. This one got to
me.
In our conversations and emails, which were as hot as the ones with
Girl 6, she revealed that she was so sexual that she could not get
through the day without masturbating at least three times. She was
using a Jackrabbit vibrator, a device that was penis shaped down to the
realism of the mushroom head, but which flexed back and forth and had
three internal rings of separately rotating beads. It looked like it
could only penetrate three or four inches, which was an education for
me – I always thought females wanted it deeper, which was why they all
seemed to want bigger penises on their men.
Perhaps
the doctors were right, beyond a few inches, it was all academic. On
the outside were rabbit shaped pieces of rubber that vibrated and
wiggled on the woman’s clitoris. According to Jackrabbit Girl, the
resulting orgasms from it were making Duracel a fortune on C-sized
batteries. She complained that the only thing missing was cum, and that
if the thing could shoot realistic tasting and smelling semen, she
would never want a man ever again.
Hearing a female talk rapturously about wanting cum made me positively
quiver, and I could not get enough of her. I was on the phone with her
one afternoon, on my deck, smoking a cigar as the sun set, when she
said the things that broke us apart.
She was still in love with her ex-boyfriend. He was married and she
found out that there were other women he was cheating with. In her
avoidance of intimacy and real relationships, she was fine with him
being married. But for him to fuck other women other than his wife and
Jackrabbit Girl herself amounted to disloyalty. She told me how she was
plotting revenge and planned to call the man’s wife and each of the
mistresses, which she’d gotten contact information on by hacking his
email.
There was no doubt about it. Jackrabbit Girl was crazy as a loon. They
say you attract who you are. If you’re ready for a relationship, you’ll
attract people who are. I thought I wanted a real girlfriend, but it
turns out that I was as nutty as Jackrabbit Girl.
Lest anyone think for a moment that this journal is here to exploit or
make fun of women, let me say the truth—this journal only makes fun of
its author. It is my self-analysis, my attempt to understand why I’m so
stuck and so miserable.
I dumped her in an email and deleted all her howling voice mails
protesting that I blocked her from replying to the email. I tried to
forget her and move on, but it wasn’t easy. I kept thinking of how
she’d zoomed up in that Lexus, and how when we made out in it later,
she had looked at my erection and said it looked like a sculpture.
"You have the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen," she’d said.
And now she’d never feel it inside her. I grieved just as she did.
The next day my divorce became final, and as I’d heard, my concept of
my identity changed immediately. No longer was I a stuck separated
unavailable guy. Now I was officially single. If I wanted, I could date
and marry a 29 year old.
Postscript: Months later, Jackrabbit Girl and I became platonic
friends. We loved each other too much to let go, but we confided in
each other as we pursued true love on our separate paths. But her
birthday came, and she confided that there was something she wanted
more than anything else – me.
She arrived dressed in a suit, her wavy blonde hair touching her
shoulders, her ample breasts aching to be released. I burned candles
and played a soft CD in the bedroom, and after making tender love to
her, she asked me to take her anal virginity, and I obliged her,
starting slowly, opening her with my fingers, then easing myself slowly
in and finally going all the way until there was no more of me. Her
breath caught in a gasp of pleasure, and when I started moving, she
began moaning, much louder than before, and when I began fucking her
ass hard, she climaxed in a screaming, crying, frantic orgasm. She lay
on her side, her hand on my face, her eyes moist with the beginnings of
tears, and she thanked me.
"I love you," she said softly.
It had been more than her request for a birthday present, I realized.
It had been her attempt to draw me into a relationship. But it was too
late for me. She was still in love with that pesky ex-boyfriend.
"I know," I said, my fingers running through her hair.
When she left I stood on the deck and watched her taillights grow
smaller as she drove away. I dried the wetness out of my eyes and told
myself that my allergies were particularly bad that day.
I waited for Rex and the supreme being to help me make sense of it all, but apparently there was nothing more to add.
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This entry has 3 comments: (Add your own)
So I'm on the way to a negotiation today, and the project owner's
office is in a colonial NJ town where I had a first date with Girl 20,
Jackrabbit Girl. So I search around for her number, find it, and unlike
her Libra usual habit, she actually picks up. Wow. Jackrabbit Girl!
Before I can even tell her where I am, she shouts into the phone that
she's engaged! Oh my God! That's amazing. She related the story to me
thus. 1. Her 16 year old son gave her shit for not having a life, as
single moms inevitably do. 2. She joined a country club and took up
golf. 3. While golfing, she met a gorgeous guy who lives 3 blocks away.
4. Said guy is a business tycoon, cultured, macho, all around good guy.
5. What about that guy you were still in love with, the old cheater
dude? The fiance wants to kick the old dude's ass, but won't until he
has permission from the girl. 6. Fiance has large penis that is
insatiable. Jackrabbit Girl said he throws the cock at her all the time
and she loves it (she's an old school slut, that Jackrabbit Girl). 7.
Fiance has the unique ability to calm her down from her usual
anxiety-ridden, runaway state of always...running away. Congratulations
from us all, Jackrabbit Girl! Good luck. Please be one of the few wives
on the planet whom their husbands don't want to smother with a pillow
at 3 am."
Comment from tigersharktorp - 10/28/05 3:47 PM
Michael:
I miss you. JRG
Comment from chrstns8 - 9/27/05 7:58 PM
Michael ~
Your writings leave me wanting to read more. Keep up the good work.
CreMePuff
Comment from cremepuff1955 - 9/3/05 10:05 AM
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