LR: JTR’s Buck Fuddy & Ass Fries: End of Summer
LR: JTR’s Buck Fuddy & Ass Fries: End of Summer
Siren: You know you wanna fuck her ass. You want that shit. You want her to suck your brown little cocky wock. She wants your salchicha (sausage in Spanish).
Our waitress must’ve weighed over 300 pounds, and she had served us many times before. We actually would request her. Just so we could laugh at her.
And as soon as she’d take our order and walk away, we’d start talking silly shit as if we were still in Jr. High.
Actually I take that back; I don’t even think Jr. High kids would be this retarded/immature.
Sometimes hanging out with a certain combination of friends brings that out in you, and it always seems to get amplified at someone else’s expense.
Writing this now I do feel bad for her. She’s so kind and attentive, as we try to hold our laugh in and not bust up…She was an enormous, bulbous, and massive collection of human flesh.
Sometimes you get carried away, and keep talking shit and it seems innocent enough. As long as the object of your torment doesn’t know, then it’s ok right?
Right…
J the Ripper: Well what if me and Showcase didn’t know about it; would you let her suck you off? Don’t lie…
Siren: Hahaaa, hell no I wouldn’t even let her lick it.
Showcase: I might let her suck my toes. Hahaaa.
J The Ripper: If me and Siren wouldn’t know about it, would you?
Showcase: Hmmm, let me think about that one…NO!! Hahaaa.
Siren: You want her big ass thunder fuck legs around your neck so you can eat her out…
J The Ripper: Actually I picture this….what if I stuck this French fry up her ass gently, and then have her calmly breath in and out, to where the French fry goes in when she inhales, and sticks out when she exhales? Would you eat the fry for a million dollars?
Showcase & Siren: Hahaaa, fuck that…
J The Ripper: Yea, but what if no one knew about it would ya?
These are the type of conversations a Financial Expert, a decorated veteran Fireman, and an IT/Networking Specialist way past their mid 20’s have at 2:30am over a bucket of fries and burgers after a night sarging in Hollywood….
And we went on and ate our food, and made every convoluted stupid joke you can imagine about our over weight waitress…quite possibly the stupidest conversations you would ever hear. And we get loud, especially if we’ve had a few drinks.
After coming here as our late night ritual over a dozen times, she was bound to catch us talking about her. As we paid the bill and left, I took a glance at her, and we made eye contact…and I knew that look.
She had heard us.
Im not sure how much. But she looked like she was hurt. And I felt like crap.
Sometimes getting into the game, we focus on the big picture…we try to macro manage our identites, when in reality it isn’t so much about the big changes you need to make in your life…often times it’s those small, and seemingly insignificant things that need the most attention. Addressing those issues and working forward with them is when the real progress begins. And sometimes when I come to these realizations, i know that I have more work cut out for me than I ever thought. I still have a lot of maturing to do.
I should know better than anyone…How many times did I get picked on in school for being different? How many times did I vow death on my former tormentors? How many times was I at the receiving end of endless verbal abuse?
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Cast Of Players for the Night:
Sept 5th Friday (Ive been too lazy/busy to post this till now)
Siren
Showcase
Whisper
Constantine
Action
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(I started a Yahoo! Group called J-The-Ripper where Im posting all my future reports before they make thier way over to the forums. Just do a search on Yahoo! Groups and dont forget to add the dashes in J-The-Ripper). I will still post them here, but I know sometimes they get lost in the shuffle so this way my reports come straight to you on the Yahoo group (or via email if you choose that option).
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I began texting with the Jewish girl that I had madeout with the week before at Club Social. We’d exchange simple hello’s and playful banter. I tried to pretend I had been texting the wrong girl, and had her confused with someone else. I invited her to The Highlands club (where I promote) and asked her bring her friends along.
Keep in mind, I barely know this girl. I met her last week, bantered it up and had some silly conversation (I guess she didnt take my jew comments to heart) and I had a nice makeout with her. Aside from that I never spoke to her on the phone, but exchanged at least 8 back and forth messeges.
As I was walking to meet her, she saw me first and grabbed my arm. I looked at her and she was dressed up even sexier than before. I could tell she was a little shy, and was looking for me to lead.
I did.
I took her and her friends to meet mine, hoping my wings would pick up the slack so i could be alone with her. Siren and Showcase had already met them with me the week before, so it was a failrly smooth interaction. I took her to the dancefloor, but my targets friends followed us, and my boys stayed in the patio. I cant dance worth shit, but I gave it my best effort, and got heavy with the kino. We bounced around the club, and ended up on the 5th floor where we were alone on the side patio, and sat down on the bench.
JewishCute: You're one of those guys arent you. You've done this before?
J The Ripper: What do you mean?
JewishCute: I dont know, everything about you seems like too good to be true...like youve had alot of practice.
I took that as a compliment at the time, but realized that there is a subcommincation Im portraying where I might be too "player-esque". Time to fine tune that calibration and not let myself get too far on that end of the spectrum. I decide to tone it down (but still having my arm around her) and I tell her one of my stories from when i lived in Washington State and I worked at a video store.
J The Ripper: ...and after the store would close, we'd watch porn and eat the candy from the racks. One time an old lady was late returning a video, and we hadnt locked up the store yet and she caught us watching Dirty Debutantes Vol.7
JewishCute: Hahaa, you guys were terrible.
I told her about when I lived in Mexico for a year during the third grade, and how the kids would hate on me for being born in America. They would draw USA flags on my folder when I'd go to the bathroom and cross them out. They would imitate my California accent which I wasnt even aware I had.
We stood up, and I walked her over the the ledge of the patio from where you can see Hollywood Blvd up though La Brea. Being up this high feels really incredible ...It's an awesome sight...I love Hollywood. Everything about it. It served as my training ground and battlefield for nearly two years...I became I different person here.
The sky was a little over cast, but you could still see some stars peaking through the clouds...I took her hand and held her close, watching the people walk on the street way below us. She smelled so good I could devour her whole.
I kissed her.
And I kissed her some more, making our way back to the bench. We sit down, and I slide my hand up her skirt, and she stops me. I grab a handful of hair from the back of her head and suck on her neck while stroking her inner thigh. He lets out a sigh of liberation, and I slightly, gently bite her. She takes her hand off mine, allowing me to touch her between her legs, and feel her through her little panties.
J The Ripper: Can we be together tonite? I can meet you later.
JewishCute: I dont know, I have my friends with me, we're probably gonna go eat afterwards...
J The Ripper: Hey thats cool; how would you feel about giving me your address. Lets take off in about an hour, and I'll meet you at your place after we get done with our friends.
JewishCute: Ok then...maybe.
She gave me her address, and the way she said it made me think it was a fake.
At this point I play out the scenerio. I drop off Siren and Showcase (in Brea, about 35 miles away!) and then start cruising down to Hollywood to meet her at her apt, and I would probably get a text message or call saying she couldnt do it...that she was tired...that her friends were still there...a million excuses. For all her suspisions of me being "too good to be true", I felt the same about her. Ive had SNL's before, but for some reason I didnt feel as confident about this one...I couldnt put my finger on it. I guess it's my calibration talking to me...sometimes I just KNOW when its gonna happen, and in this case I felt it was 30/70.
We kiss again, and make our way downstairs to find our friends. We split off, and I go find Siren and Showcase. I inform them that Im gonna F Close tonight, and if we can wrap it up. They oblidge, and do some LMA's (last minute approaches).
I feel like Marty driving the Delorean trying to get away from the Libyians, speeding down the 101 Fwy to connect to the 60, back to Brea. I had just filled up my tank yesterday. By tomorrow it would be all gone.
i drop them off and scurry back on the freeway. I text her.
J the Ripper text: Where are you?
JewishCute: Getting something to eat. u?
J The Ripper Text: Im heading back now, I'll be there in about 40 minutes.
JewishCute: K.
I make it to the area sooner than I think and I text her again. She calls me.
JewishCute: Hey you...park at the Washington Mutual. I'll meet you out front.
I park my car, and play it cool walking to her apt. Im not quite sure where she is since its a complex where theres weird letter/number combinations and about 15 different sub sections.
My navigation skills pay off, and I find it. Before I can ring the doorbell, she opens the door...
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And after being in this for a little over a year and a half, the novelty of meeting a total stranger and then having it end up in either a makeout/F Close still hasnt lost it's appeal...each time it happens I still appreciate how far Ive come from that shy, awkward and reclusive person who couldn't even order food at a resturant because I was so scared to speak up...and though it's cliche, it does feel like I live in a whole new world...
....a world where ANYTHING can happen.
A world where I can go to the store and buy the clothes I want, without suspecting the person ringing me up is thinking im not cool enough to be wearing that particualr attire.
A world where i can drive in my car and roll down the window, and not try to hide behind it, being paranoid the person in the car next to mine might look at me.
A world where I can cross the street, and not feel like there's a thousand eyes watching me make my way to the either side, judging and critiquing me.
A world where me, a person who lived in his bedroom for years with barley any semblance of a social life can go to a club, meet a girl and...
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I had her legs over my shoulders, and I pounded her with all my heart. Her bedroom is clean and tidy...nothing like mine. I could tell she had lit some insence earlier. If I close my eyes, I can still smell it...
Sometimes you hear stories of bad sex...where you are totally turned on by the person, but once youre doing it, it almost leaves more to be desired. But not here. I have never fucked like this before. Every thrust was heaven...every pound, nail and jackhammer was the most physical enjoyment I'd ever encountered. My whole body was tingling and the slightest touch of her hands running up my chest, and then clutching at my back was...undescribable. Her perfume filled my lungs and everytime I'd looked into her eyes I felt myself melt into her. The song "You Baby You" by The Excelents plays in my head. Its one of my favorite doo-wop songs, and probably now permanently cemeted itself as JewishCute's theme when I think of her until the day I die.
Aside from my first when I was 18, this was the best sex I ever had. I would take my time, using her body any way I saw fit, and she loved it and encouraged me. I got on top, pinned her wrists behind her head and went for as long as I could hold out. This went on for nearly 45 minutes.
After we were done, we layed in her bed and let her know I wasnt looking for a relationship.
JewishCute: I know....
Something about the way she said it resonated with dissapointment, but an understanding she had probably already come to grips with the moment I kissed her for the first time.
J The Ripper: But we can be Buck Fuddies, right? (I was tired, and could barely speak...it had been a long LONG day).
JewishCute: Buck Fuddies?!! LOL.
I put my clothes back on and drive back home. I play her on my mind over and over again until I hit my pillow and fall into sleep. I cant remember a time I appreciated my bed so much.
I havent called her since, and it's been a little over a week. M&M would say I wouldnt call her becasue Im scared of having real feeling for someone. That I couldnt put myself in a vulnerable position where I could get hurt. That maybe Im just as scared of that as I was of people in general before I made my changes.
I've been doing this type of shit for a long time. I had a chance to be with M&M but I passed so I could continue doing "this"...to continue doing pick up.
I wonder to myself, What If? What if...
What if I did have a relationship? Not nessesarily with JewishCute, nor with M&M...but with SOMEBODY?
Maybe Im too jaded, maybe Im not cut out for it...
But ive been thinking about this more than at any point in my near-2 years since entering this bizzare dimension where at least I have these types of options to consider...
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