Jenny is all tits and legs and blond hair. Sounds like my kind of woman.
Oh, yah, Jenny is a piece of ... um, work. I met her through Kristie and April. My ex-bf and I got evicted, and we broke up and I was living in the college cafeteria and sleeping with the school cat. I heard my ex was jealous! Anyway, they were trying to find two other girls to share this big 2BR apartment. They had recruited Jenny and Kristie was like, "Come on, Jamie! It'll be fun!" and I was like, "I don't have any money" and Kristie says, "It's ok, we'll cover you."
So anyway, April and I are dancers, Kristie is a figure skater, I mean only gymnasts are more perverted than skaters and dancers. (I used to be a gymnast...) So we are all hott-grrl rock-and-roll stoner types, and here's Jenny, a DDebutante, engaged to Mr America. She thought we were all slutz because we sucked a lot of cock and she didn't. So like, at least we didn't have sleepovers with our fiancees. I mean, April would sleep with me and Kristie, and Jenny's bed was against the wall, and it would be "squeak-squeak, squeak-squeak, (moan) squeak-squeak, (moan) squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak (moan) all night long. I mean one morning I forgot and I came out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel, around my HEAD, and There He Is, Mr. America. I turned around and stomped off, and he was like, "Nice Ass, Jamie!"
Then one day Jenny came over with her kid sister Britney.
Oh.
My.
God!
I mean, she's legal now, but she was like, fifteen then. Blonder, longer legs, bigger tits, she made Jenny look like poop, and Kristie and April and I, we were like scabby aliens from another planet. Their dad is rich. HIS dad owns all the oil in Texas that the Hunts don't, Their mom is a super-MILF. If it can be lifted, enhanced, stretched, bleached or tucked, she's had it. I'm sure Britney wondered what Big Sis was doing with trash like us. I mean, her parents had to cut off the internet at the house because Brit had posted pix of her big bazongas all over her facefuck, I mean faceBOOK page. Her dad, who was in the "all binnis" (Texian for "oil business") kept having guys at meetings pass around their Blackberries with topless pix of his daughter. I mean, isn't that kittie-porn?
I mean, April and I went to Corpus this time with Jenny and her family, and we were at this Forth of July festival and Jenny and Britney and her mom were all wearing these almost-cameltoe white short-shorts and heels and bouncy bra-tops. You know how in science class you put iron filings on some paper and then put a magnet in the middle? All the filings turn and line up facing the magnet. That's what it felt like, only the iron filings were the guys on the street and Jenny, Britney and their mom were the magnet. We walked from the restaurant down to their yacht, and I had 1,001 rape fantasies in fifteen minutes. If I'd've had a strap-on, I would have humped April!
I mean, Jenny didn't even notice. She doesn't even SEE guys unless she considers them worthy of consideration. I HATE attitudes like that, whether it's in guys or girls. Anyway, I rag on Jenny I know, but she's really nice, and I'd probably be just like her if I had her upbringing. I like keeping up with her because she's so different from me, and after her marriage to Mr. America didn't work out she's started Thinking About Her Life, which is really hard, I know.
I'm sure Britney is a legend by now. I haven't seen her since Jenny's wedding. She went away to school, maybe Baylor? Jenny said where but we were at Starbuck's and a guy was Looking at me and I Wasn't Listening. I found her Facebook page. No nude pix, though, but when I friended her, nothing happened, so I guess I don't make the cut.
Love,
Jamie