The Adventures of Dennis Part 1–Janis

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The Adventures of Dennis Part 1–JanisMy buddy Jason and I sat on a porch outside a house party in November, watching the partygoers exit a house party. We were drinking scotch and coke and I was numerous sheets to the wind. Jason burped.“I’m gonna flunk that test tomorrow,” he said.I watched the legs of the girls wandering outside. A few of them stumbled on the doorstep like drunken high-schoolers (which was basically what we still were, as freshmen ages 18 to 19), some of them were helped out by their equally smashed, wonky boyfriends (or guys who wished they were their boyfriends), and others exited smoothly and without any help, thank you. Many wore those tight black silk pants that are a continuing fad among the hip middle class female set. But a surprising number wore skirts”short skirts”although it was a cold night.A girl in a flannel Irish skirt walked out. Her bare legs were thick and curvy at the top and smoothed out in to lean running legs as her lower legs curved in to her feet. She wore black shoes that looked like particularly warm slippers. She wore a backwards Red Sox cap that looked like it didn’t belong to her. I wondered why she was dressed like she was in Boston and had stepped out of line from an Irish marching band. She had red hair and freckles and chatted with two other girls. She seemed more sober than her friends.“Look at the legs on that one,” Jason said.Jason had no tact whatsoever. They probably heard him. But I was surprised someone else cared about legs as much as I did.“Yeah,” I responded. “They’re really something.”In a moment of utter cockiness, I called to the girl in the flannel skirt.“Ms. O’ Brien! What’s your first name?”She and her friends looked toward me, perplexed.“Janis…” she said eventually. “Hi.”I raised my beer.“Great to make your acquaintance, Janis.”“Yeah,” she said, sort of smiling. “Same.”“You ladies get home safe,” I said.I can sound like a dick if I want, like a smooth operator if I want, like a drunk teenager if I want (which is being myself), or like a cop, if I really want. Janis and her friends trotted off to a car at the far end of the driveway and I could tell by the way she walked that I had been all four to her. I knew at that point that somehow, some way, I would bang Janis before the year was up.During most of the fall semester I was pretty diligent about going to classes and studying, I was kind of serious about not smoking as much pot as I had in high school and not getting arrested for it as I had once. But gradually that all went out the window because the school I go to (I’m not going to name it. It’s somewhere in the Midwest), is one of the hardest partying institutions in the country. By the end of October I was crashing my bike in to the student lounge because I was drunk and getting written up by the campus cops for playing beer pong outside, in the parking lot, with four other people. I was/am ridiculous.One of the people I played beer pong with that night was none other than Janis. We first hooked up that October night. I felt her boobs and made out with her against the brick wall of Dodson Hall. She had been a Catholic schoolgirl; that explained the uniform.At one point she pulled away and said, “I like you…”“You’re not too sivas escort bad yourself,” I said. “I don’t know if we’ll ever see each other again, but you’re not too bad.”Maybe three years before, around the time I’d trained myself to stop fearing girls, had been the first time I’d given this line. Janis looked vaguely disappointed after she heard it. Her freckles gleamed out of the darkness in the corner of the building we were scrunched up against and made her look lonely. I kissed her again and said goodnight and left.The next time we met was in December. I saw her in the student lounge after our Economics class and we ended up eating lunch together. She wore a black skirt this time, with thick grey leggings, and silk blue shirt. While mentioning something about how her Mother had cut off all financial support for the rest of the year, she crossed her legs and my lower peripherals detected a ring of skin between her skirt and the leggings. I told her she seemed really different from her Mother and Janis laughed. After a minute of silence”me finishing my ice coffee and chucking it, her throwing out the rest of her sandwich– she asked if I wanted to take a walk with her. I was like, “Sure.” We walked around in the cold over to her dorm and I led her to her door. As soon as we got to her door, she pulled me in and we kissed.Next thing you know, I’m on the top of her bunk bed, naked except for my boxers and she’s naked completely. I’m doing a rotating pattern of sucking on the nipples of her tits and I can make out the deep tan lines that mark where her bra stops covering her skin. She ran her fingers through my hair like I’m a fucking pet dog. She cooed and moved her head back and forth, as if nodding. She whispered to me to go down on her.This was something I’d never done. I had an idea of how to; I’d watched pornos. I just thought it was kind of gross. But Janis asked me to and she sounded so fucking sexy saying it I almost came on her leg. I peered upside down between her tits at the ridge of brown pubic hair that was now my tongue’s client. I let my tongue droop out while I moved down her belly– she had a little bit of pudge coming in around her bellybutton– and began licking her steep, odorous vagina. I knew that you were supposed to get right in there and also finger her. So I slipped a couple of fingers in after tongue-soloing it for a few minutes.She was mostly shaved aside from the tuft of hair that tangled up on my tongue whenever I licked it over. I felt several stray pubes on the inside of my tongue, so I switched to using only the tip, veering from left to right over her shaved prickles and the bulging pink mass swelling under her folds. She touched the nape of my neck with her fingers occasionally. She squirmed her legs around and every time her thighs brushed against my cheeks and my ears I got a little more of a boner. Janis started making these sounds you’re supposed to make in church. If I spelled it out, it would look like any other female pleasure sound. Let’s say it sounded like she’d just realized that Jesus himself was magically eating her pussy. I kept fingering and licking her and her thighs jerked upward inch by inch, rotating her expanding vagina further in escort sivas to my mouth. At one point her lower body tilted upward enough so that her clit sponged over my nose and my nose bumped in to my fingers, which were circling around inside of her. She caught her breath and kept on with the Jesus noises. She didn’t taste bad. She tasted sour and tangy. Like sex-lemonade. I suddenly realized; “I was born to do this. I love eating pussy. The End.”I felt my phone buzz. (My leg was on it). I drew my face away and a string of gooey wetness pulled away with me. I saw that I was looking at this pink, monstrous, excited wilderness, inside of which my fingers were helplessly enclosed. I kept swirling my fingers around and looked at the text message with my free hand. It was my friend asking if we were meeting in McDougal’s at noon. Shit, I was supposed to meet James at McDougals, where he works. (McDougals is a place where they don’t give a shit how old you are if you know someone who works there. I got completely loaded there time and time again.) I propped my hand against Janis’ inner thigh and she did not even try to move away. I quickly punched in, Nope, can’t do it. I paused, thinking, and punched in; I’m eating pussy. I set my phone down and saw that Janis was staring down at me with the same expression as when she gets a question wrong in class, except redder. My fingers on the front lines were in a cease fire, resting on her vag lips.She said “Dennis…get off your phone. Stay with me.”I just looked at her for a second. I slipped my two fingers back inside her and rubbed side to side. I kept staring at her with that neutral expression I’m a fucking champ at doing. Her expression was not so neutral; she was red-faced; she was confused and upset; she was squinting and moaning and forgetting I’d ever interrupted things. She was resting her head back down on the pillow and her hair was unspooling on either side.I dove back in to her muff. She was very slick against my tongue; it felt like my tongue would slip on her vagina and break something. I snorted some vagina stuff out of my nose. My shoulders pressed against her legs as I moved my hands up her body and fondled her tits. She hyperventilated. She pushed a hand against my hair, removed it, pushed it against my hair again. Now she was more determined to make me happy. I appreciated her tenacity. I pulled back a second time. All I could see was pure, gaping vagina. I went back to licking her.Janis shut her legs around my head. Everything that entered my ear-drums–her hyperventilating church-noises, the rustling of sheets, the hum of the air in her room, the smacking of my tongue against her clit, the buzz of my phone as James responded–was sucked away and all I felt was smooth, dense skin. Her thighs flexed and retracted from my head for a split second, then clamped back around my head. She repeated this motion very quickly for the next thirty or so seconds. I closed my eyes, because what was I supposed to look at? I felt her feet bounce off my upper back like I was a human basketball hoop rim.An image flashed in my head: a wrinkled magazine cover showing a bare pair of female legs stretched out against a sky-blue background. Janis released sivas escort bayan my head from its hostage situation for good. I don’t think she was in control of how her legs moved anymore. She moaned very loudly three times and did the most perfect goddam thing ever– she fumbled a hand on to my forehead and cocked my head back so I could look at her face while her thighs bounced off my shoulders. She held my head like that for just a few seconds– long enough for me to get one of my brilliant, deranged ideas. I grabbed my iPhone from beside her leg, raised it so my arm bent around her leg, pressed the camera app and snapped a picture of her. Her head was cocked back, her eyes were shut, her mouth formed a jagged O, her tits jangled on either corner–they were bouncy, future soccer mom tits– and her very Irish dimples had a staring contest with me, as if to say, ‘Are ye having as blarney of a time as Janis, bogle??’ That was what the picture looked like.I let the phone fall on her sheets. I reached up and touched Janis’ cheek with the hand I’d been fingering her with as if to say I was also a strong, sentimental lover. She let me hold the side of her face for a few seconds. Then she smacked my hand away and completely changed tempo.She screamed, “Fuck you, Dennis, fuck you!” I tried to look confused and said; “What??””Take your fucking phone away from me, fuck you, Oh My God, I thought I could trust you, Oh my God, what is wrong with me…” She hit me with her pillow. For a while I thought it was a game she was playing and was really saying she wanted to fuck me, but when she threw my phone across the room I got the actual drift. I grabbed my phone and told her, okay, I guess I misread your signals, wow, way to tell a dude you hate him. She yelled at me fuck you again as I opened her door and bolted out.I pressed the button on the water fountain in the hallway, but then realized that the water might take the taste of Janis’ vagina out of my mouth. I didn’t want that to happen.For a while, I worried that my phone was broken, but thank God, it wasn’t. I still have those pictures of Janis or rather Janis’ tits, nape and chin. I’ve sent it to all my best buds. I sort of wish I had the cell number of everybody who’s ever hooked up with Janis so I could send it to them. I look at the photo and think it’s kind of masterful, sort of like something Robert Mapplethorpe would have done if he were straight and ate pussy. It looks exactly like the type of photo you would find in Playboy or something more hardcore. Or even certain Victoria’s Secret ads. Or maybe even a really pornographic version of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition. While cleaning out my grandma’s attic the other day, I found an old swimsuit edition of that very magazine. I stared at the woman on the cover. Crimson red swimsuit, tanned skin, her thighs thick and her legs folded at her ankles. She sat on an anonymous beach. She looked at me with the coy, jaded expression all models have in these photographs. I heard Janis’ three loud gasps and saw her flushed face, just a slightly lighter shade than the woman’s swimsuit.I dropped the magazine back in the box. I dug out my phone. I knew what I wanted to pull up. But there was no point. Instead there was a text from a girl I was hooking up with asking me if I wanted to go with her to a Bat Mitzvah that night. I responded yes and put the phone away. I was hard and tasted pussy in my mouth. I swallowed and it was gone.

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