Category: Jake and Jessica

Jake and Jessica – Girl Talk

Chapter 7: Girl Talk


Chapter 1 – The Annihilator (NSFW -Explicit sex)
Chapter 2 – The Annihilator is Dead
Chapter 3 – It Was a Good Day
Chapter 4 – The Jake Must Go On
Chapter 5 – A Daring Rescue
Chapter 6 – Sweet Brothings


“But what about Kelsey?”

Jessica had nearly forgotten that she’d only told the Marco story in order to distract from talking about Kelsey. Jake wasn’t going to let it go. She sighed.

Seeing her reluctance, he thought better of pushing. “You don’t have to tell me, if it’s a thing. I was just curious.” Her nervousness before the game that day had come as a total surprise to him.

“No.” Jessica said. She searched for words. “It’s just sort of delicate. I guess.”

Jake waited for her to elaborate. She scrambled for another distraction.

“Remember when you dated that sorority girl from Texas that called you Chocolate?”

“Oh Gross.” Jake had nearly forgotten the embarrassment of the girl they called the Chocoholic. She’d been obsessed with his blackness. She said some of the dumbest things any person had ever said to him from assuming that he didn’t know his father to reminding him multiple times that her dad would try and kill him with increasing levels of seriousness and creepiness. He’d dumped her quickly and quietly when she’d crossed the line and called him a ‘my negro.’ It still bothered him that he’d ever thought that her behavior was anything close to okay.

Of course, he’d read the blogs. He realized that he shouldn’t be ashamed of himself, only of her, but he couldn’t help feeling like an idiot for falling for it even once. Being reduced to nothing more than a caricature and having gone along with it in any way was something he didn’t like to dwell on.

“Oh God, Jess, is Kelsey a racist?”

“No!” she snorted a laugh. “Dude, she’s literally color blind.”

“Uh huh. You ever wonder how it is that people who call themselves ‘color blind’ so frequently tend to only know white people and only hire white people?”

“Oh yeah, and they’re all like ‘I don’t see color.’” Jess said that last bit with a snotty accent that sounded suspiciously like her mother.

“You don’t see color because you don’t have any people of color anywhere around you and you’ve made sure it stays like that!” Jake told the imaginary racist. “But seriously” he said “What does the Chocoholic have to do with your girl?”

Jess put her face in her hands. She’d completely forgotten that they’d nick-named her The Chocoholic. She’d gone after every black dude in their frat. She’d even hit on Aditya, but lost interest when he gently but firmly explained that he wasn’t her type. “Man” she said “We were so shitty to that girl.”

Jake objected. She was, after all, a racist. Jess said that the way they reacted to her racism was a perfect example of toxic masculinity and that rather than giving her a racist nickname in it’s own right, they should have shut her out in other ways. Eventually, they agreed intersectionality is a thing, and they were back to the subject of Kelsey.

Jess hesitated. So much of this wasn’t hers to talk about. “You ever date a girl with… stuff?”

“What, like a penis?” Jake asked

Jess laughed. No, that would be easy.

“Actually” she said “Kelsey is cis. We met through the Ladies Auxiliary because her dad is trans. He couldn’t come today but they usually come to stuff together. He was a single parent, so she’s pretty protective of him. Likes to support him and everything.”

Jake crooked an eyebrow. “But the” he asked while gesturing at his own face when he couldn’t remember the words.

“Cis women can be color blind too Jake, God.”

“Shit, sorry. I don’t know medical things. So what do you mean? What is ‘stuff?’”

“Like trauma, like a history.”

“She got beat?”

“And way worse. Like sexual trauma stuff.”

“Oh shit.” Jake’s eyes were wide. “I guess that’s why her dad raised her alone?”

“Yeah” Jess said without elaborating. Kelsey had told her after their third date that she wanted to talk. At the time, Jess was terrified that she was about to get the let down, but Kelsey explained that she’d been molested and she had some ground rules Jess had to follow if they wanted to keep dating each other. She’d been over-joyed not to be dumped. But she also felt a new level of responsibility to her girlfriend.

Jake thought about it. A few of the girls he’d been with had told him about things from their past. One ex was date-raped by a guy she thought was her best friend, another had been molested by her nanny. Every girl had stories of people who’d tried to take advantage of them in different ways. If he was honest with himself, he didn’t usually date women long enough to learn that much about them. He told Jess as much.

Jess told him about the ground rules talk. Jake said he thought that was a pretty mature approach. Privately, he wondered what he’d say if he had a ground rules talk.

“Not to sound insensitive” Jake said, “but what’s the big deal, I mean you both kind of have… stuff.”

“Fuck. Why does everybody think I was molested?” Jess answered.

Jake laughed at first, but got serious when she shot him an angry look and he quickly clarified that he didn’t mean that. He’d done his homework after Jess came out. He knew all about dysphoria. Of course, just as he was patting himself on the back about it, She informed him that some transpeople don’t really experience dysphoria and that she was one of them.

“Okay, this is going to sound like a dumb question, but if you don’t have dysphoria how do you know you’re trans?”

Jess rolled her eyes. “Are you serious, dude? How do you know your gender if you don’t feel bad about it? Come on.”

“Point taken” Jake said “But I’ve never heard of that.”

Jess looked sheepish. “I don’t talk about it much because I’ve had a lot of people react badly.” The first time she’d told a therapist that she didn’t feel dysphoric, the woman had answered with a blunt ‘Then why are you here?’ Thankfully, she had good enough insurance to find another therapist and fast, but a lot of other people weren’t so lucky.

“Kelsey has panic attacks” she told Jake “And she used to cut herself. I have no idea how I’m supposed to deal with that, dude.’

Jake laughed. Jess didn’t seem amused but he raised an eyebrow and replied to her silent judgement. “That’s kinda ironic, though, right?”

“Oh fuck you, dude.”

“Weren’t we right here having this same exact conversation this morning?’ Jake asked “You’re not obligated to her now that you know this about her, but if you like her, you figure it out even if it’s awkward, right?”

Jess nodded.

“I bet you she knows how to deal with her shit better than you do, am I right?”

Jess nodded again.

“Take it from me” Jake told her “She’ll let you know. Just don’t be an ass.”

Jake and Jessica Vol. 1 is on Amazon

JakeandJessica_vol1_minicover I am exited to announce that, due to your amazing support for Jake and Jessica, I have been able to publish Volume 1 on Amazon. Chapters 1-6 are available for $1.49.

At that price, I make about $0.50 a book. Amazon suggested I sell the book for $2.99, and I decided against it because I want the story to stay as accessible as possible in all its formats. The idea behind the Amazon version is to give people choices in terms of how they wan to read. I know Kindle is more convenient for some people. I also want to see how likely it is to generate outside interest by using Amazon as a channel.

Outside readers means more readers, and more support, and more frequent posting. So we want outside readers. In general, we also want more stories with some fucking diversity, so I’m throwing my lot in with the biggest game in town, in the hopes that I can contribute to that in some small way.

You can still read every chapter absolutely free on the blog, and I have no intention of changing that ever. But if you want a more portable, searchable, note-able format, it’s available to you on Amazon. I’ve also made it lend-able, so you can lend it to your friends.

Even if you don’t intend to buy the book, I’d appreciate it if you could go and give me a favorable review so that more people can find it.

Thank you again for your constant encouragement and good will. You guys are awesome.

Jake and Jessica – Sweet Brothings – NSFW

Chapter 6 – Sweet Brothings – NSFW


Chapter 1 – The Annihilator (NSFW -Explicit sex)
Chapter 2 – The Annihilator is Dead
Chapter 3 – It Was a Good Day
Chapter 4 – The Jake Must Go On
Chapter 5 – A Daring Rescue


“What’s the deal with this Kesley thing?” Jake asked, passing the pipe.

Jess used the butt of the lighter to mash the remaining weed back in the bowl and smoked carefully before answering.

“What Kelsey thing?”

Jake scoffed. “Do I have to spell it out?”

“Jake, when a girl likes another girl, they do a very special hug…”

He rolled his eyes. “Jess, this is serious. She brought you flowers.”

She set the spent pipe on a coaster. No sense in ruining the coffee table. Her and Jake used to talk about girls together all the time, but that was different.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I always tell you about the girls I fuck.”

“I know.”

“You want me to stop?”

She thought about Amber, collapsed in a heap over the back of the couch, then imagined herself telling Jake about Kelsey in a similar situation, but ended up thinking instead about how Kelsey would sometimes cry when they only talked about fucking, how she so delicate in her arms that Jess fantasized about keeping her there in her safe bed and giving Kelsey pieces of her own heart to shore her up for the outside world, how she cherished every second of Kelsey’s pleasure and happiness like it was the very air she breathed.

She thought about how Jake took so much for granted. It was easy to brag about fucking girls until they came, it was easy to argue technique and talk positions, even to laugh together over sex tricks gone hilariously, sometimes horribly wrong. All the women they fucked and talked about fucking were so simple. Or at least they had seemed simple.

College was a blur of finding girls who wanted what they had to give and giving it to them. Every encounter had all the grace of a pizza delivery.

“It’s different.” She said instead.

“Is it the dick thing?” Jake asked. “You know that shit doesn’t bother me, we used to listen to Marco’s stories all the time in school.”

Marco’s stories about men had been the same as everybody else’s stories about women. Even when he was the one being pursued, he was just on the other end of the Pizza.

“You know I kind of fucked him once.”

Jake made an ick noise.

Jess raised an eyebrow.

Jake started to stammer a string of purposefully non-homophobic completely supportive phrases and sentences that only seemed to jam his foot further and further into his mouth with every word.

Jess kept a straight face for as long as she could, but then burst out laughing.

“Oh thank God” Jake said. “I thought you actually did it.”

“I did!” she said.

Jake sobered, looking both confused and worried until Jess relented and said “It was so weird, dude”

They collapsed into the couch in uncontrollable fits of laughter.

When he finally caught his breath Jake said “So…?”

It had been New Year’s, a few years after graduation, but a few years before transition, and Jessica had been drunk, but not that drunk. She’d run into Marco at a party that she’d gone to with another friend who immediately ditched her to get laid. Marco was in the same boat, and they ended up having an amazing time, so when he suggested they leave early to go get some food, she’d gone along. The conversation had continued at the restaurant, and when Marco invited her back to his house, she’d agreed happily, fairly certain in the knowledge of what would happen next.

“And then we kind of fucked. The end.” She teased.

“Oh come on!” Jake begged.

“It’s embarrassing!”

“I told you about the time I made out with Kevin Dolen!”

“To get his girlfriend to make out with you in exchange. That doesn’t count!”

Jake bit his lip, put on his serious face, and said “I told you about the girl in Manchester Hall.”

Jess had nearly forgotten. Early freshman year, Jake caught the eye of a Sophomore who lived in Manchester hall. The girl did things to him he now considered to be a part of a healthy adult sex life, but at the time his inexperience and naivety had caused him to confess shamefully to Jess in their dorm at night, to which his much more experienced and worldly friend had laughed, and pulled up about ten different websites as proof that what Jake had done was in no way abnormal. The story of the girl in Manchester hall was one that Jake didn’t tell very often.

Being a frightened and aroused eighteen year old under the tutelage of an educated and demanding older woman didn’t really fit the pizza delivery model. Jake had a point.

So, in the spirit of friendship, and in honor of Manchester Hall Girl, she went on.

When they got to Marco’s apartment, he’d been a perfect gentleman. He dimmed the lights, put on soft music, and sat on the couch with his arm around her, just talking and absently rubbing his hands up and down her forearm at first. In hindsight, she realized that it was his courtship, and not his body she’d responded to. Having doors opened for her, having a conversation partner that would absently touch her leg, or rest his arm at the small of her back was a slightly feminine feeling that she hadn’t experienced much of in the past.

She’d played the girl with various girlfriends, but that always felt so achingly artificial. Pretending to be something adjacent to who she was, but never quite getting there. This was different. Marco had her feeling like a woman in a romance movie. Pursued, desired. It was entrancing.

So when he leaned in and gently, almost cautiously kissed her lips, she’d felt soft and small, and all the other delicate female things she’d fantasized about for so long, and it thrilled her. As the kissing grew more intense, Marco reached under her shirt, rubbing slowly up and down her stomach, teasing the waistband of her jeans, but more often than not reaching up to play with her nipples, another thing her regular sex life had not had a lot of.

She’d melted under him then, laying pliant on the couch with her legs wrapped around the backs of his thighs. She sighed high and light when he’d dragged his tongue over the sensitive pulse point on her throat. At first, she’d been appalled by the girlishness of the sound she made, but Marco was either completely unaffected, or used to those results, so she gave herself permission to sigh, and to moan, and to beg for this attentions in whatever way she wanted.

She ran her hands up and down his back, digging in with her short nails when things became especially heated. When his hand strayed down to the button on her jeans, she dragged it back up under her shirt again.

“Play with my tits” she begged, followed by a volley of yeses and affirmative cries when he tweaked and pulled her nipples while sucking and biting her neck, and lips. Her world became the ends of her breasts, the hollow of her throat, and the weight of him on top of her while she drew more of him down to her, hands grabbing and pulling at his hips.

Jessica thought that she could kiss and wrestle under him all night long, feeling him press against her, feeling his large, warm hands on her skin. She moaned and writhed, drinking in the sensations of being so perfectly small and sweet in that moment.

“Hold on.” Marco said, reaching towards their conjoined crotches, she tensed, worried he’d ruin everything by grabbing for her dick. He noticed her apprehension and smirked, slowly sitting up and putting his hand in his own jeans, adjusting his straining cock down the side of his pant leg. “I was getting a little uncomfortable.”

He gestured to her own tenting fly, asking without asking if she wanted to do the same. Quickly, she reached into her pants and flipped her cock under her waistband, exposing the crown of the head, and flattening the sensitive underside against the back of her fly. She stroked two fingers along her length, caressing the skin with the long, petting motion she used when she was alone. She looked up at Marco, invitation and challenge, but also naked, vulnerable need.

He growled and started to grind his cock against hers, she rocked her pelvis up and imagined him fucking into her. She brought her legs higher and reached through them to resume her grip on his hips. In this newly exposed position, the tension built quickly. Marco’s relentless rhythm consumed her and she realized that she had been whimpering and moaning loudly, arching her back to give him access to her exposed throat and chest.

She imagined his thick, hard dick driving into her over and over again. She envisioned her body opening for him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his back, pulling him closer, trying to articulate the primal, universal need welling up inside of her.

Above her, Marco practically cried “I can’t stop.” His voice was frantic. “I wish I was fucking you, Oh God.”

“You are.” She said, as his tempo reached a fever pitch. She rose up to meet him, wanting to feel like this for as long as humanly possible, watching Marco’s face as his eyes rolled wildly and he thrust blindly against her, into her.

The orgasm started in her toes, and it rolled up and around her body in wave after wave of mind-blowing pleasure. She screamed with joy and flew apart under him, ecstatic pieces of her conscious mind propelled themselves into orbit before floating blissfully back to earth. She became aware of herself a piece at a time, and realized a little bashfully that she’d been panting and unfocused for quite awhile.

Marco sat beside her on the couch, a gentle hand running up and down her arm and across her chest. “I’ve never seen anybody cum like that.”

She laughed, and looked down at her stomach, which was covered in uncomfortably cooling spunk, thankful that the shirt she’d have to wear home was scrunched up under her armpits, well outside the blast radius.

Marco, gentleman that he was, ran to get a damp cloth. “I came in my pants” he said, handing it to her. “I can’t remember the last time I did that. That was amazing.”

She wiped absently at her own cum. “Do you..?” She made an attempt to re-fold the cloth so he could use it if he wanted. He took it back, but made no motion to use it, despite the obvious wet spot at the front of his jeans.

“I’m going to go change.” His eyes traveled the length of her body. She’d already pulled her shirt back down around her torso. “God you look so hot.” He hesitated. “Don’t go anywhere.”

She laughed, but as she imagined how Marco was seeing her, a fucked-out frat bro, and not the seductive woman she imagined, a cold, sick dread began to pool where hot desire had washed her only minutes before. While Marco changed into basketball shorts, she took the time to arrange her spent dick more comfortably. This couldn’t happen again.

In the moment, it had been fabulous and intoxicating, but post-orgasmic reason had started to work its way back into her head, and she was nauseous with reality. Details of the encounter that hadn’t seemed that important at the time came flooding back to her. His dick, chief among them with hers a quick second. How could she have let it happen, how could she have been so short-sighted? Since childhood, she’d known two things: that she was meant to be a girl; and that she could never let anybody know this about her. Marco had made her feel more female than anyone else ever had, but now she felt very much like a gay man, despite the fact that she’d always thought of herself as a lesbian.

Revulsion rolled through her, followed by guilt. Marco hadn’t done anything wrong, but she had forgotten herself, and now she dreaded the awkward, uncomfortable interaction she was about to have with a man who was, first and foremost, a brother.

When he came back into the room, she was sitting on the couch with her head in her hands.

“Oh.” Was all he said.

“I’m sorry.” she said, voice muffled by her own hands. Sorry for lying, sorry for feeling this way, and sorry for not just being cool about it. Somewhere there was a guy who would not act like this. Not for the first time, she wished she could be him, and not herself. Anything but herself in this moment.

Marco slumped on the couch next to her. “What happened?”

She leaned back, mirroring his wrung-out posture. “I’m not…” she started to say, but Marco’s incredulous look made her change direction. She searched for some excuse or explanation. Something that would fix everything without ruining it again with what she considered to be her personal damage.

She’d only ever told this to her online friends. Online friends nobody knew she had. Online friends she had deleted at least twice before when it all got too terrifyingly real. She wracked her brain for anything they’d ever said about coming out as a lesbian to the gay bro you’d just had sloppy middle school sex with. Nothing presented itself.

She turned so her back was against the couch arm, a tense, terrible echo of her previous position. From this new vantage point, she was able to see Marco head to toe. She drew her knees into her chest, protecting her vital organs. Since college, she’d stopped lifting, while Marco had obviously kept it up. She couldn’t see Marco ever hurting her, but she felt so much safer as soon as she wrapped her arms around her legs.

She expected anger when she looked at him, but what she saw instead was worry and a mirror of her own guilt.

What did he have to feel bad about? She was the one who had lied.

“Don’t..” look like that? Feel like this? Ask me anything? She couldn’t finish that sentence.

Marco gestured in her general direction. “Did someone abuse you?”

This shocked her. “No! God, why would you say that?!”

“Maybe because you’re curled up into a ball right now and all we did was make out.” His tone was accusatory, hurt. Clearly he’d overcome his brief battle with feeling responsible.

She put her forehead on her knees and groaned. He had every right to be mad, she was a cock tease, and a mess. “I’m just going to go” she mumbled into her legs.

Marco sighed. “I’m sorry, that as a shitty thing to say. If you want to go, I understand, but I’m not kicking you out.”

“Oh, what a kind invitation.” Despite her derision, she didn’t move.

The silence stretched between them, tense and uncertain. Finally Marco asked “Was it something I did?”

“No”

“Then what…”

“Is wrong with me?” she raised her head, defensive.

He shrugged an affirmative, as if to say ‘well.. yeah.’ “Because I’ve hooked up with some straight guys in my day, but nobody did this.” He pointed at her. “You look like you’re afraid of me.”

She nodded. If only he knew, he would understand. Or would he? The years of their brotherhood paraded through her head. The shit they’d done in rush alone made up for a large chunk of secrets no one would ever tell.

“I’m not straight.”

“So is this a regular thing?”

“No.”

Marco circled his hand in the air between them, gesturing for her to continue. She didn’t want to.

She took a deep breath. “Why do you want to know?”

Marco stared

“Because if you just want to know if it’s your fault, or if you’re responsible for something, it’s not. I shouldn’t have come here, I’m sorry I freaked you out, I’m just weird. Really, I’m fine.”

Marco laughed. “You are not fine right now. There’s obviously something going on with you, you look really freaked out and all I care about is making sure you’re okay. Whatever else doesn’t matter.”

She took a deep breath. God, this was so stupid. “I’m a lesbian.”

“You’re what?”

She groaned and buried her face in her knees again. This was such a terrible idea, but the need to be understood propelled the words out of her. “I’m…” she murmured “I’m trans… a woman a-a” and then it felt like all the air was sucked out of the room. Her chest heaved as she tried to breath with no cooperation from her lungs. Her head spun, and she felt incredibly light, and suddenly cold.

Marco’s hands fluttered around her at first, but then he made a decision, and they resolutely grabbed her shoulders.

“You’re hyperventilating.” he said. “You need to sit up straight.”

He coached her to regulate her breathing, rubbing his hands up and down her arms, and looking directly into her eyes until she calmed enough to break into choking, hiccuping sobs, then he drew her into his arms and petted and soothed her until she lay spent against him for the second time that night.

Eventually, they talked softly to each other. It turned out he had a cousin who was trans. She’d come out when they were still in college, but he didn’t tell the frat about it because he was worried about how the guys would act.

Jessica confessed that she had always been a little jealous of him, being out since high school, then the conversation turned toward the good old days, talking shit about keggers and catching each other up on the bros that they’d seen most recently, even as they snuggled on the couch.

After a while they lay in silence. Eventually Marco said “I’ve never done it with a girl before.”

She giggled.

“It was really fun.” He said. “Do you think I might be bi?”

She laughed harder and buried her face in his chest, shaking her head back and forth, knowing that neither of them were.

When she finished her story, Jake was quiet for a moment, then he said “You told Marco before you told me?!”

“That’s what you got from that story? Seriously?”

“I thought we were bros, Jess.”

“And you wonder why I never tell you anything.”

Jake broke into a ‘just fucking with you’ smile. “I miss Marco.” he said.

“We keep in touch. You want me to see if he’s free to hang?”

“Yeah. Let’s see what your old flame is up to.”

Then Jessica groaned and flopped back against the couch.


Chapter 7 – Girl Talk


Bibliography

This chapter would not have been possible without original and biographical works from the trans and gender non-binary people that I would be remiss in not mentioning. I also owe a debt of gratitude to the trans community on Reddit, without them, this would be way shittier.

Bellwether, Mira. Fucking Transwomen. 0 vols. N.p.: CreateSpace, 2013. Print.

Taormino, Tristan. Take Me There: Trans and Genderqueer Erotica. Berkeley, CA: Cleis, 2011. Print.

Bornstein, Kate. A Queer and Pleasant Danger: The True Story of a Nice Jewish Boy Who Joins the Church of Scientology, and Leaves Twelve Years Later to Become the Lovely Lady She Is Today. N.p.: Beacon, 2012. Print.

And to my beta readers, your help was invaluable:

Zoe G. Miller

Sabrina McCoy

Jayna L-Ponder

Some readers may wish to remain anonymous.


JakeandJessica_vol1_minicover Dear Reader,

Due to your amazing support for Jake and Jessica, I have been able to publish Volume 1 on Amazon. Chapters 1-6 are available for $1.49.

At that price, I make about $0.50 a book. I’ve set the price more than a dollar lower than Amazon suggested because I want the story to stay as accessible as possible in all its formats.

You can still read the entire story absolutely free on the blog, and I have no intention of changing that ever. But if you want a more portable, searchable, note-able format, it’s available to you on Amazon. I’ve also made it lend-able, so you can lend it to your friends.

Even if you don’t intend to buy the book, I’d appreciate it if you could go and give me a favorable review so that more people can find it.

Thank you again for your constant encouragement and good will. You guys are awesome.

Jake and Jessica and Transgender Sex

Jake and Jessica fans may want to pay special attention to this rant, although it may be of interest to any and all of you, if I know you like I do. And I think I do.

I’m bringing this to you, the reader, since you’ve been a part of the creation of Jake and Jessica from the beginning of the series when I posted the very first poll over a year ago. Since then, I’ve really liked writing the chapters, and I want to write more, but something has been rolling around in my head since I started to get more into their story: the sex.

Chapter one starts out with some pretty explicit sex, which I loved writing, and I was super glad for the ones that said you enjoyed reading it. My hang up is that I want to continue in that style, keeping the sex as explicit as it was the first time, but I also don’t want it to seem like I’m writing trans porn. Then again, If I write about my cis characters fucking, why wouldn’t I write about my trans characters fucking? And doesn’t the Internet need more trans people being portrayed with normal lives and loves and all that shit?

At this point, I’m pretty well decided that if Jake and Jessica continues, it will have explicit sex all around. But I want to write this to get the logical process out, for my own brain, but also for the record. In case it turns out to be a huge mistake.

I didn’t think twice about having my black main character fuck a white redhead in the first chapter because that’s not titillating in and of itself. It may have been once, and it probably could be to some people, or if it were written with more emphasis on race, but I wrote it like two equal people engaging in fulfilling sex, which is how I intend to write all the sex in Jake and Jessica.

But that doesn’t mean I’m not fully conscious of how trans people, women especially, are so frequently the object of sexual fetishizaion. Far be it from me to admonish a good kink now and again, but that shouldn’t be the whole of the literature on sexually active transgender people. Not that I’m some great pioneer here, people have been creating respectful media about queer sex for decades. And when I say respectful, I of course mean politically. The sex itself runs the gamut from loving wives to toilet slaves, as sex will do.

I want the sex in my stories to be arousing, but for the reasons that all good sex is arousing: the emotional tension, the physical ecstasy that transcends fetishistic objectification. You know, the squishy bits.

And I want the stories themselves to be character driven and interesting, and I want sex to be a part of them because I’m pretty tired of reading books that have the action and stress and wonder and joy of life, and yet somehow nobody’s fucking, or if they are it’s the one emotion the writer fails to convey. Not that I read that much besides business books and erotica these days. But that’s a blog for another day.

Of course all this could be for naught. There is always the possibility that I never write about these people again, and this means absolutely nothing. Although now I feel obligated to at least get to the first sex scene.

Jake and Jessica – A Daring Rescue

Jake and Jessica Chapter 5

Chapter 1 – The Annihilator (NSFW -Explicit sex)
Chapter 2 – The Annihilator is Dead
Chapter 3 – It Was a Good Day
Chapter 4 – The Jake Must Go On


“Basil!”

Brandon was hanging out the back passenger side window of Jake’s Accord, softly calling for his cat, and shaking an open package of treats. They had the lights off, but on their third trip around the block, even Brandon was starting to give up hope.

“Guys,” Jessica said. “This may be a lost cause.”

“One more time” Jake said.

Jess sighed, but sat back in her seat and zipped up her hoodie. Driving around at night with all the windows down in winter, even in LA, was not exactly what she’d had in mind for her evening.

“I forgot to ask earlier” Jake said, as they moved to round the block again. “What’s up with your girl, she color blind or something?”

“Yeah.” Jess said.

“Oh. That makes sense.”

After that, they sat in relative silence with Brandon calling and treat-shaking in the back seat. Once they were back in front of Brandon’s darkened house, Jake let the car idle, hoping to get inspiration for their next move. It killed him to think about turning back. He wanted to do this for his new friend, for the injustice of having everything ripped away from him, even his God-damned cat, but he also wanted to do it for The Annihilator. In memory of him, and as a kind of pay-back for not being there on his last night.

Then Brandon said “I hear meowing.”

All three of them strained to listen. Even Jessica was re-engaged.

“I heard it too” Jess said.

“Now I hear it” Jake said.

“I think it’s coming from inside the house.” Brandon said.

They all looked at each other. B&E wasn’t part of the deal.

“What if she can’t get out?” Brandon said.

Jessica looked at Jake.

Jake looked from Brandon to Jessica.

“Brandon” Jessica said. “You know you’re a good friend. And I’d do anything for you…”

“But I’m not sure I’m really willing to test the racial tolerance of the LAPD tonight.” Jake finished her thought.

Brandon sighed and looked down at the cat treats he now clutched in both hands. “Do you think you could keep the car running? It’s my parents house, but Basil is my cat. Her license is in my name. My old name, but I haven’t gotten my driver’s license changed yet. If the cops come, I’ll just dyke it up. Jess, you’re always saying I need to stand up to them.”

Jake looked at Jessica. Jessica started to chew on her cuticle, but she nodded a small ascent. There was not as much risk involved in staying in the car.

“Okay.” Jake said. “We won’t leave you, but you better hurry.”

Brandon nodded and got out.

Jessica was still chewing her cuticle as she watched him run towards the house. She put her hands in her lap. “I am always telling him to stand up to those assholes. Did you know they put an obituary for their “daughter” in the church paper? They sent it to him. Just so he knew.”

Jake was at a loss. He tried to think of a scenario where his parents would do something like that to him.

His family had gone to church every Sunday growing up, but it wasn’t like that. He could name gay deacons going back decades, and everybody knew the choir director and the organ player were lovers. He always thought they took separate cars to service because they were old guys. They had old ideas. He’d mentioned them in a conversation with his mother once, and she’d dismissed it as ‘gossip.’

Deciding to tuck that examination of his own family and community away for another time, he whispered a small “shit” into the dark of the car. “That’s some shit.” he clarified.

“Yeah.” Jess said. Her own mom, a Buddhist actress was only disappointed Jess didn’t feel the need to ‘be prettier’ as she’d put it.

Brandon came running back across the small front yard, clutching something in his jacket. “They blocked the cat door” He said as he slid into the back seat, one hand cradling a stunning Siamese as she yowled throatily.

Brandon fed her treats, and her yowls turned to purrs of an almost equal volume.

“That’s some set of lungs.” Jake said, pulling the car away from the curb.

Basil purred the whole way back to Jess’s house, where Brandon transferred her into his car. He hugged Jess goodbye, and cleared his throat when he turned to Jake. He floundered, trying to think of something to accurately express his gratitude without making a scene. Lacking words, he spread his arms, as if they would somehow illustrate the enormity of his emotion.

Jake turned the gesture into a hug with practiced, cool-guy grace. “It’s cool, man, it was good for me too” he said, patting Brandon’s back before pushing him gently away.

Brandon nodded. “Well, see you later.” He said as he got in his car, transferring a curious Basil to the passenger seat.

“Do you think he even has to go to the pet store, or does he have everything already in his apartment, just waiting for this day?” Jess asked as she watched his taillights disappear around a corner.

“Oh, shit.” Jake answered. “I should have offered him The Annihilator’s old stuff. I don’t think I can throw it away.”

“You threw him away, didn’t you?” Jess said.

“Yeah, but what am I going to do, put him in the freezer so I can take him out and pet him when I’m sad?”

“Why not?”

“What if I mistake a roast for my dead cat one day, and you end up eating the wrong kind of pussy?” Jake asked.

“Oh that is gross” Jess covered her face and groaned into her hands.

Jake’s phone beeped. It was from Amber, and it was dirty. He showed the message to Jess with an air of triumph.

“Two times in two days. Shit, you’re the master.” She said.

With a casual hand, Jake pointed to his crotch. “Girls love this dick.”

“Not all girls” Jess raised an eyebrow.

“Straight girls love this dick.” Jake corrected.

“Uh huh. So you goin’ over?” Jess asked

“I actually feel pretty tired.” Jake said. “But I don’t want to go home. It’ll feel… too empty.”

“Wanna watch Top Gun?” Jess asked

“Yeah.” Jake said. “Lemme just text Amber a rain check.”

“A rain check on your dick.” Jess laughed.

“I might as well start a template” Jake said, heading back to Jess’s apartment.


Chapter 6 – Sweet Brothings (NSFW -Explicit sex)
Chapter 7 – Girl Talk



JakeandJessica_vol1_minicover Dear Reader,

Due to your amazing support for Jake and Jessica, I have been able to publish Volume 1 on Amazon. Chapters 1-6 are available for $1.49.

At that price, I make about $0.50 a book. I’ve set the price more than a dollar lower than Amazon suggested because I want the story to stay as accessible as possible in all its formats.

You can still read the entire story absolutely free on the blog, and I have no intention of changing that ever. But if you want a more portable, searchable, note-able format, it’s available to you on Amazon. I’ve also made it lend-able, so you can lend it to your friends.

Even if you don’t intend to buy the book, I’d appreciate it if you could go and give me a favorable review so that more people can find it.

Thank you again for your constant encouragement and good will. You guys are awesome.

Jake and Jessica – The Jake Must Go On

So, you guys remember that Jake and Jessica poll I put up in… oh… October?

Well, I completely forgot about it. Sorry.

But I’m back. All settled, and ready to make another story adventure about Jake and his gal pal Jessica. You guys voted, 40% for a victory dance, and 40% for fresh cut flowers. With a sad, and straggling 20%, a flashback will not be happening in Chapter 4.

I know it’s been a long time, so please find links to the previous chapters below:

Chapter 1 – The Annihilator (NSFW -Explicit sex)
Chapter 2 – The Annihilator is Dead
Chapter 3 – It Was a Good Day


Chapter 4 – The Jake Must Go On

It wasn’t hard to figure out which of the Ladies was Kelsey. While the other ladies, and honorary ladies, as they referred to the men in the group, showed up with various foods and drinks, Kelsey brought fresh cut flowers. Yellow roses with a blue ribbon.

“Laker colors.” She explained

Jake waited for Jessica to correct her. Everyone in LA knows Laker colors are yellow and purple.

“They’re beautiful” Jessica said as she took the flowers from Kelsey. “Let’s go into the kitchen and put these in some water.”

As she lead Kelsey away, Jes shot an accusing look back at Jake. He lifted his hands in a gesture if innocence and surrender. If the chick didn’t know what color the Laker colors were, he wasn’t going to make her feel bad about it. Or at least he wasn’t now that Jessica had admonished him not to.

Jake had heard about the Ladies’ Auxiliary, but he’d never met any of them. They spun around him in a dizzying rainbow, putting out food, setting up the TV, chatting with him and with each other.

“This is Jake” Jessica had told them all. “His cat died today, is it cool if he hangs out?”

The majority of the ladies had made sad, soft sounds about The Annihilator, giving their condolences, and asking him questions. Several of them shared their own cat stories.

A fine-boned boy, eye-to-eye with Jake, but at least 50 pounds lighter than him, put his hand on Jake’s forearm. “My parents won’t let me see my cat since I came out.” He dropped his head. “I’m always afraid something will happen to her, you know, while I’m gone.”

Guilt started to tighten his chest, but then a hot rush of secondary outrage shot through him. Yeah, Annihilator had died alone, but every day up until that point, he’d been loved, he’d been treated well, and he knew he had a good friend in Jake. The idea that this kid and his cat didn’t get the same because, of what? Simple bigotry? It boiled his blood.

“That’s not fair” He said.

The kid looked up, almost amused at the belligerence in his statement. “It’s okay. They take care of her.”

“You can’t have cats at your apartment?” Jake asked.

“Actually, I got an apartment that allows cats in case they gave her back.” He looked around the room. “It’s kind of stupid. They don’t even talk to me.”

Jake was mad, he was worse than mad, he was reckless. “We should take her back.”

The boy laughed. “I have thought about it. With my luck, I’d get caught, end up misgendered in the news, correctly gendered in lock-up, and pregnant with Bubba’s baby inside a week.” He made an ick face.

Jake chuckled, but his anger hadn’t fallen away. “Is she an indoor/outdoor cat?”

“She might be now. I know my dad was always bitching about how cats should ‘shit outside, like men.'” He paused. “Which probably gives you a more detailed picture of my childhood than you needed.”

“I know you’re trying to change the subject” Jake said “I’m not going to let you.” The kid smirked, and Jake felt bolstered enough to continue. “If we happen to drive by the house with cat treats and her favorite person in the car, that’s not theft. That’s just a cat making a choice.” He pointed at the kid and waggled his eyebrows in a ‘waddya think?’ gesture.

“GAME’S STARTING” yelled Brenda. “All you bitches, just shut the hell up.”

Jake pointed to himself, then to the guy, who’s name he realized he’d never learned, then back to himself again and mouthed the word ‘LATER’ as they took their seats. In response, his possible future accomplice bowed his head.

Jes was right. Brenda was a die-hard Lakers fan. While Jake spent the first minutes looking at Kelsey, waiting for her to realize her mistake with the Laker colors, and getting more and more confused when she didn’t, Brenda shouted, yelled, and sometimes jumped up and down for every basket, near-basket, and miss. When the team finally won, she jumped off the couch and strutted back and forth in front of the TV shaking her hands and waving her arms in what Jake could only guess was a practiced victory dance. Someone threw popcorn, and Brenda tried, failed, then succeeded to catch some in her mouth. She opened her jaws and displayed the piece she’d swiped as others tried to score a free throw into her open mouth.

He was laughing. This was the most fun he’d had in months. The kind of fun he missed about hanging out with Jessica. She’s always been the rhythm of a party. She could get other people to perform by building their confidence and drawing them out, in ways that tended to come off as overbearing when Jake tried them. It’s what had made her such a good wing-man. Sitting in her living room, thinking back on their college days, Jake wondered if she did this to take the focus off herself. If getting other people to be the center of attention was her way of hiding.

Across the room, Jes and Kelsey were deep in conversation. Their bodies were turned towards each other and Kelsey’s leg was flung casually over Jes’s knee. Jake was contemplating the scene when the skinny boy from earlier sat down next to him.

“Were you being serious earlier?” He said. “About the cat, I mean.”

Jake thought. He wasn’t into crime, or activism. Until Jessica, he probably had never cared about a cause in his life. His dad was big into what he called “the struggle,” but to Jake, it always looked too much like complaining. Maybe it was the grief talking, maybe it was the desperate hope in the kid’s eyes when he’d talked about her, but the outrage Jake felt for the guy was palpable.

“Yeah.” He said. “That’s really fucked up. Nobody should have to live without their cat if they don’t have to.”

The kid smiled, brought his fingers to his lips, and then suddenly removed them, reaching out to Jake.

“I forgot to tell you my name. It’s Brandon”

Jake gave his own name as they shook hands. “So, what are you doing after this?”

“Actually,” Brandon said “My parents are probably at church for the next two hours at least.”

“I’ll get Jessica.” Jake said.


Chapter 5 – A Daring Rescue
Chapter 6 – Sweet Brothings (NSFW -Explicit sex)
Chapter 7 – Girl Talk


JakeandJessica_vol1_minicover Dear Reader,

Due to your amazing support for Jake and Jessica, I have been able to publish Volume 1 on Amazon. Chapters 1-6 are available for $1.49.

At that price, I make about $0.50 a book. I’ve set the price more than a dollar lower than Amazon suggested because I want the story to stay as accessible as possible in all its formats.

You can still read the entire story absolutely free on the blog, and I have no intention of changing that ever. But if you want a more portable, searchable, note-able format, it’s available to you on Amazon. I’ve also made it lend-able, so you can lend it to your friends.

Even if you don’t intend to buy the book, I’d appreciate it if you could go and give me a favorable review so that more people can find it.

Thank you again for your constant encouragement and good will. You guys are awesome.

Jake and Jessica – It Was a Good Day

You guys voted that the theme for the next Jake and Jessica story would be inspired by Ice Cube’s Today was a Good Day, and here it is. 

New readers may want to catch up with what’s been happening :

Chapter 1 – The Annihilator (NSFW -Explicit sex)
Chapter 2 – The Annihilator is Dead


Chapter 3 – It Was a Good Day

Jake reclined on Jessica’s couch. He was exactly as high as he wanted to be and he zoned out into the comfort of it. The TV was on, but it hadn’t held his attention all morning. True to her word, Jes had packed him a bowl and it was waiting for him when they came inside. He felt bad about being so emotional at her, but the Annihilator’s death hit him hard.

Jes was right, he spent all his time chasing women, and now his oldest friend had died and he wasn’t even there for him when he went. Hot grief settled into all his muscles along with the buzz from the pot. He’d done the same thing to Jes, he realized. Yeah, he had been there for her when she came out, but how much had they hung out lately?

With an effort of will, he moved his head in her direction. “Jes.”

She mumbled an acknowledgment.

“You’re right… About the girls, I mean. Dude, half the time I don’t even really like them. It’s just something to do.”

Jessica considered him. Obviously this was something he needed to get off his chest.

Jake sighed and continued. “And… we used to do that together, I mean chase girls. And we had so much fun, you know, hanging out. And now…” he looked at his lap.

All the bars and games and events they’d gone to had been under the auspices of getting laid, but there were times they ended up going home empty handed because they’d had so much fun with each other that they’d ignored the girls. When she’d come out as transgender to him, he’d been as supportive as he thought a person could be, but hitting the bar with his fave wingman turned wingwoman seemed somehow innapropriate.

“um” Jake stalled

It felt weird talking about girls with her now. Everything he said about women around her had to go through the added scrutiny of being said to a woman. He only wanted to be supportive of his best friend, but he wasn’t sure how to talk to her. So, for the last year, they hadn’t done much more than keep in touch.

But what kind of asshole tells his best friend that her transition made him uncomfortable? He realized that was exactly what he was telling her… He was too high and he wasn’t thinking, and he’d gone and said something incredibly rude to the only person who would care enough or know enough to smoke him out on the morning of his cat’s death.

He looked into her eyes, she didn’t seem offended, only listening patiently.

He backpedaled. “Not that.. um, not like…. Shit. Look, I just didn’t think you would want to, you know, come out to the bars like we used to. And all this girl stuff….” he took a breath “Jes, you know I’m always there for you, man, whatever you need. You’re, like, my best friend. Well, you’re basically my only friend now. And, I just wish we hung out more.”

Jessica nodded her head. “I didn’t want to keep going out to bars with you either.”

“Jes” Jake said, trying to stop her from thinking what he thought she was thinking

“I’m not offended.” she reassured. “I did that shit to prove something I no longer have to prove. But I did wonder if you were just being my friend because you didn’t want to be the douche that stopped hanging out with me because I’m trans.”

“No, dude, I’ve always liked hanging out with you. But I’m worried, you know, that I’m gonna say the wrong thing.” Jake said.

“So you stopped talking to me altogether?” She asked.

Jake played with a fraying hem on his shirt.

“Sometimes people just grow apart” she continued. “I wouldn’t have any hard feelings if you moved on. But I can’t be your pity friend.”

“You’re not my pity friend. You’re, like, my only friend.” Jake said.

“That’s not a good basis for a friendship” Jessica answered.

Jake sat up. This was a serious conversation, and the high he had previously welcomed was now getting in the way. “I realized something last night at Amber’s. Girls are awesome. Women are awesome.”

Jessica nodded her agreement.

“Amber is fun, but we don’t talk. None of the girls I’ve been with this year would talk to me. We were all trying to impress each other so hard, and to prove something to each other that it became this weird ritual, and we weren’t even friends at all. You’re probably the closest friend I’ve had as an adult. And I was going to let that go just to avoid being awkward. That’s fucking stupid. Jes, I miss you.”

“Dude, I miss you too. The Ladies Auxiliary is awesome, but I feel like I have to be… so positive around them. It’s fucking sickening. And there’s always drama. Sometimes I just want to smoke a bowl, turn on the TV and talk about tits without thinking about what that means. I miss not having to look good all the time. I even miss calling people a fag on multiplayer.”

“Woah.” Since Jes’s transition, Jake had come out staunchly against the F word in all situations.

“I’m not going to,” she said. “I just miss being able to completely avoid dealing with this shit sometimes. There were things about pretending to be a straight white dude that were kind of nice.”

“I wouldn’t know. “ Jake answered, pointing at his own face as if to emphasize his blackness.

Jes sighed. “I’m tryin’ to have a serious conversation  over here…”

Jake laughed, but his tone was somber when he said “There are some things that neither of us will ever be able to avoid.” He paused. “I just want you to know that I’m done trying. I’m here for you.”

“Not just because you need me to be there for you?” She half-teased as she reached for the pipe.

“I can buy my own weed.” Jake laughed. “I just like yours better.”

“I can give you my guy’s number… ” Jes offered

“nah,” Jake said. “For some reason it’s only better after he’s sold it to you.”

“Oh shit.” Jes looked at the clock. The Ladies Auxiliary was coming over at 5 and they’d spent the entire day watching TV, eating pizza and playing video games.

Jes’s trans friends had started to call themselves the Ladies Auxiliary, even though there were a few female to male members. No one seemed to mind the overly feminine title.

“Either you’re going to have to help me clean, or go buy snacks for the Ladies, because they will be here in 30 minutes.” She said to Jake.

“What are you guys doing?” Jake asked.

“We’re going to watch the Lakers whoop the SuperSonics* The Raptors.” Jes said.

“Can I stick around?”

“I don’t see why not” she answered.

“Cool.” Jake said. “It’s been awhile since I watched a game.”

“Brenda really gets into it.” Jes warned as she started picking up the living room.

Jake followed suit and by the time the ladies were scheduled to arrive, the house was spotless and Jes was in the bathroom getting ready. Jake leaned on the door jam, watching her put the finishing touches.

“I didn’t know you had to get this fancy to watch basketball game.”

“I will close this door…” she said, doing her best to look stern while holding the curling iron close to her head.

“Is there somebody special gonna be there?” Jake teased.

“Yes. There is. Now don’t be fucking weird.” Jes snapped as she gently shook out the curls she’d made.

“Now, why are you taking them out, you just went through all that trouble to put em in!” Jake gestured at her head.

Jessica closed the door. “This isn’t for you.” she answered through the barrier.

“So who’s it for, then?” He demanded.

“Kelsy” Jessica shouted. “So don’t be fucking weird. She’s not like the girls we trolled. She’s awesome, so don’t do anything that might scare her off or creep her out or whatever.”

“You can’t see me.” Jake said “So I’ll just tell you that I am extremely offended by your insinuation. I have never let you down in the girl department.”

“Rebecca Thompson.”

“Okay, she didn’t like you anyway.” Jake answered. “That had nothing to do with me.”

“If you’d just left her alone, we’d know that for sure, wouldn’t we?” Jes countered.

“Alright. I get your point. I will steer clear of your dream girl.”

Jessica opened the door.

“How did you get your hair that big?” Jake asked, reaching towards her face.

“Hey” Jessica batted his hand away. “I don’t try and touch your hair.”

“Point taken.” Jake said. “But it’s literally twice the size it was when you went in there. It’s like magic. Girl magic.”

“We’re almost thirty.” Jessica replied.

“Woman magic.”

*The SuperSonics and the Lakers haven’t played each other since the 1998.


Chapter 4 – The Jake Must Go On
Chapter 5 – A Daring Rescue
Chapter 6 – Sweet Brothings (NSFW -Explicit sex)
Chapter 7 – Girl Talk


JakeandJessica_vol1_minicover Dear Reader,

Due to your amazing support for Jake and Jessica, I have been able to publish Volume 1 on Amazon. Chapters 1-6 are available for $1.49.

At that price, I make about $0.50 a book. I’ve set the price more than a dollar lower than Amazon suggested because I want the story to stay as accessible as possible in all its formats.

You can still read the entire story absolutely free on the blog, and I have no intention of changing that ever. But if you want a more portable, searchable, note-able format, it’s available to you on Amazon. I’ve also made it lend-able, so you can lend it to your friends.

Even if you don’t intend to buy the book, I’d appreciate it if you could go and give me a favorable review so that more people can find it.

Thank you again for your constant encouragement and good will. You guys are awesome.

Jake and Jessica – The Annihilator is Dead

This morning at 2 am I was wide awake. Not only for the usual reasons, but also because I felt terrible about killing that cat and leaving that poor stupid bro all alone in this world. So, I wrote this. More for myself than anybody else. 

Chapter 1 – The Annihilator (NSFW -Explicit sex)


Chapter 2 – The Annihilator is Dead

Jessica woke up with her cell phone stuck to her face. She’d almost forgotten Jake’s call. Guilt washed over her and then she wished that she really had forgotten it.

Steeling her resolve, she reached for the pipe and bag of weed on her bedside table. She dialed Jake and then held the phone with her shoulder as she packed her morning bowl.

“What” Jake answered.

“Um… hey.” She said, “I feel bad about hanging up on you last night.. “

“Annihilator’s dead.” Jake said.

“Shit.”

“Yeah” He answered. “What are you doing today?”

“I’m about to smoke, you wanna come over?” She asked.

“Yeah.” Jake answered and hung up.

Jes contemplated her pipe. She could wait for Jake, or smoke this for herself and pack the next one for Jake. After a second, she decided that in order to be strong for her bro, she would take the bullet and get baked enough to handle their upcoming conversation.

“Do you need a hug or something?” she asked, opening the door.

She was completely surprised when Jake collapsed into her arms, crying.

“Um.”

What does a person do in a time like this? The only other time they’d hugged was when she came out to him. And he’d initiated that hug as well. Who knew Jake was such a woman. She smiled at the irony.

“Okay, fuck you.” Jake said

“Wait, what?” Jes said as he pulled away.

“Look” Jake said. “My cat is fucking dead, and I just realized that I have nobody in my life that would give a shit. I came over here because I thought we were bros, but you’re fucking laughing. I can’t handle this right now.”

“Shit!” Jes said as she followed him onto the lawn. “I’m really high!” she yelled after him.

Jake stopped and turned around. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He hung his head. “This is what I was talking about last night.”

“Am I kidding you?” Jessica stomped towards him. “You fucking cancelled our game night, the first one we’ve had since before God damn Tiffany for ‘the best sex of your life’ and then had the ridiculous balls to call me and tell me it made you sad?!”

“Yeah.” Jake said, slightly cowed. “When you put it like that…”

“You were there for me when I needed you, and your cat is fucking dead, I’m trying to support you here. But you only fucking call me when you’re not knee deep in pussy.”

Jake looked dejected

“A condition” Jessica continued “that I would give my left tit for. Believe me.”

“I know how important that is to you” Jake said.

“Come back inside” Jes said.

“You got more weed?” Jake asked?

“I already packed a bowl for you, dude.”

“You’re the best, Jes.”


Chapter 3 – It Was a Good Day
Chapter 4 – The Jake Must Go On
Chapter 5 – A Daring Rescue
Chapter 6 – Sweet Brothings (NSFW -Explicit sex)
Chapter 7 – Girl Talk


JakeandJessica_vol1_minicover Dear Reader,

Due to your amazing support for Jake and Jessica, I have been able to publish Volume 1 on Amazon. Chapters 1-6 are available for $1.49.

At that price, I make about $0.50 a book. I’ve set the price more than a dollar lower than Amazon suggested because I want the story to stay as accessible as possible in all its formats.

You can still read the entire story absolutely free on the blog, and I have no intention of changing that ever. But if you want a more portable, searchable, note-able format, it’s available to you on Amazon. I’ve also made it lend-able, so you can lend it to your friends.

Even if you don’t intend to buy the book, I’d appreciate it if you could go and give me a favorable review so that more people can find it.

Thank you again for your constant encouragement and good will. You guys are awesome.

Jake and Jessica – The Annihilator – NSFW

Based on the results from last week’s totally awesome poll, you guys wanted to hear about epiphany, explicit sex and a 20-year old cat in that order. So here are the results of my first collaborative fiction experiment. 

“Cover me! ” Jake said as he maneuvered his character forward toward the enemy base.

Jessica laid down covering fire, sparkly purple “HEADSHOT” graphics popping over exploded enemy craniums.

“Seriously, how do you do that?!” Jake asked, crouching behind an unrealistically sturdy munitions crate.

“Studies show that regular gaming can increase hand-eye coordination.” Jes said, moving her character forward along the other side of Jake’s approach. “I think we can flank them”

“Cool” Jake said, concentrating harder on the game while he mirrored Jessica’s movements toward a group of oblivious guards.

The guard’s heads exploded with three quick pops, purple HEADSHOT glitter rained down on their corpses. “You don’t play enough.” Jes said. “Too busy with Tiffany”

“I haven’t talked to Tiffany since July” Jake said, following Jes around the perimeter of the compound.

“Who’s the latest?” Jes asked

“Jordann. With two Ns. But it’s not going to work. She can’t take the annihilator.”

Jessica snorted.

“She said he smells” Jake said

“He does smell.”

“He has a skin condition!” Jake defended his little buddy.

“He also drools” Jessica said and added “in your bed.”

“Yeah. She hated that too.”

“Gross!” Jessica laughed “You let him in your bed with your girlfriend? That’s fucking rude.”

“He got drool in her hair last week. She totally overreacted. He can’t help it” Jake looked down at the growing puddle spreading across his thigh.

“I can’t believe you let that thing in your bed.” Jes said

“He’s been my cat for 20 years! She was only my girlfriend for three weeks!” Jake answered, giving The Annihilator a reassuring pat.

“I was talking about Jordannnnn” Jes drew out the Ns. “Anybody who can’t take a little drool isn’t fit for duty.”

“Besides,” Jake said “It’s not like I let him do anything. He does what he wants and everybody else gets to deal.”

“You need to get the drool under control, though, dude.” Jes said

“I put a towel under his head when company comes over.” Jake’s phone lit up on the futon beside him. “I gotta go”

“Don’t be a fa…”  Jes paused. “Fart knocker.”

“For fucking real, Jessica?” Jake said

“Sorry, I forget sometimes.” Jes answered.

Jake laughed. “I’m signing off. Goodnight fart knocker.” he heard her laughter on the other end of the line as he disconnected from the game and grabbed his phone. It was a text from Amber.

It said “come over?”

“yea” he texted back, already on his way to the shower to get ready.

Amber: successful, ambitious, nymphomaniac older woman. Yes, yes and fuck yes. Also, a redhead. What’s not to love? Jake whistled on the drive over to her condo, thinking of all the things he was about to do to her. She’d been quite clear that their “arrangement” was just sex, and Jake was in heaven.

Jordann, he realized, hadn’t really been his type. Neither had Tiffany, Caroline, Hermosa, Akiko, Geordan, or any of the ones before that. They were all sweet girls, but they weren’t mature and demanding like Amber was. Well, Akiko had been pretty demanding. And so had Hermosa, now that he came to think of it. But not like Amber.

Before her, he’d began to wonder if maybe he hadn’t better spend some time alone and get his head together. He thought that before Jordann as well. He realized that he’d been thinking it a lot lately. Which was another reason the arrangement with Amber was so perfect. He was technically single, but still getting laid. Best of both worlds.

“Awesome.” Amber said after she let him in. “I have about an hour. So you want a beer…. or” She trailed off as Jake started undoing her robe. As usual, she wore nothing underneath but heels. He slipped the robe off her shoulders, appreciating the contrast between her milky complexion and his own dark mahogany color.

She let the robe fall and looked up at him expectantly. They’d done this three times before, and he was starting to get the idea that she liked her lovers to perform for her. She wanted him to take the initiative, but she was always quick to give an order if the scene wasn’t to her liking.

Fully clothed, Jake considered his next move. He remembered that one or two girls along the line had appreciated sucking his dick while they were naked and he was clothed, but he got the idea that Amber wouldn’t be interested in that. At least not this early in their association.

Flipping the script, he ran his hands down her sides until they rested on her hips. Slowly, he lowered himself to his knees in front of her and pressed his face into the silky hair of her mons. He inhaled, the smell of arousal and freshly cleaned skin tugged on his dick.

“Open your legs” he said, massaging her hips before heading around to the globes of her ass. When she widened her stance, he moved his hands around to the front of her thighs, and her soft abdomen as he admired the view. Pink inner lips had become visible between the folds under her amazing red public hair. Her scent was stronger now, intoxicating. He wanted to throw her on the ground and drink her up, but that could wait. They had an hour, and he intended to make it last.

He leaned forward and up, bringing his nose into direct contact with her clit. Amber’s hands moved over his hair and she pressed herself closer as he moved himself farther under her. He made small nods and circles with his head, lapping at whatever he could reach with his tongue.

The position was awkward for both of them, and after a beat, Amber stepped away and leaned against the back of her leather couch. He followed on his knees, but before he could resume his attentions, she gently placed a single high-heeled shoe on his shoulder, holding him in place. “Take your dick out.” she said.

Dumbstruck by the view, the heel, and the command, Jake looked from her face to her breasts to her clearly aroused sex as he undid the button fly on his jeans. She stared at his crotch and let out a delighted little sigh as the last button came undone. He hadn’t been wearing anything underneath and his dick nearly throbbed as he slid his hand along the length from base to tip, pulling the foreskin back on the return.

“Keep jacking” Amber said. The shoe on his shoulder increased its pressure and Jake had to push against her to stay upright. He grunted and continued the slow slide of his hand. Imagining what she was seeing, he looked up into her eyes. They were dull with need. He took ahold of the ankle of the foot that held him and kissed the inside, sliding the foot over his shoulder and behind his back as he inched forward. When he was within range, he pursed his lips and blew cold air across her exposed inner lips.  Amber moaned, and used the same leg that had held him at bay only a moment before to push him forward, face first into her slit.

Tired of the slow tease, Jake grabbed her upper thighs with both hands and used the couch as a fulcrum to angle her backwards. Flattening his tongue, he dragged one long lick from vagina to clit, undulating against the sensitive area before kissing it with delicacy. As he worked, he could hear Amber making soft, needy moans. At what he judged to be the height of her anticipatory arousal, he slipped two fingers inside of her and ran their tips along the front of the vaginal wall, massaging her clit from the front with his tongue, and from the back with his fingers.

Arousal slicked his fingers, hand, nose, mouth and chin and he swallowed as much of her as he could. He was painfully hard with need for her, but he could tell she was close, and he increased in both speed and force as her moans turned to shouts over his head. A shaking that seemed to originate at every point in Amber’s body rolled over him as she came. He removed his fingers, but maintained a slow, soft licking, until the last of the tension drained from her.

Jake became aware of the stiffness in his neck as he relaxed his muscles. His knees were killing him, so he gingerly laid himself against the carpeted floor. His unattended dick lolled half-hard against his stomach. He started to reach for it, but instead realized that Amber had pitched backward onto the couch in her post-orgasmic langor. All he could see were her two shapely calves draped across the back, one shoe hanging off her toes, the other fallen on the floor. Jake tucked his hands behind his head, and waited for her to recover. He smiled at how such a put together woman could be so completely incapacitated.

Slowly, Amber stirred on the couch. She dropped the other shoe off her foot, and, rearranging herself, peeked her head over the back of the couch. Her beautiful red hair was a halo of wispy tangles.

“Oh my God.” she said.

Jake only smiled.

“Did you cum?” she asked

Jake shook his head, and she disappeared behind the other side of the couch for a second. When she came towards him, she was holding a condom. She settled herself on top and began to kiss him slowly. She licked his lip and then her own.

“I can taste myself.” she said. “It turns me on.”

Jake felt his cock, erect again, press against the back of her thigh. Amber leaned against it as she kissed her way down his neck and then reached back to stroke him. Before too long, his breath came in shallow gasps, and she repositioned herself behind his dick, keeping up the motion with one hand while she used her teeth to tear open the condom package. She rolled the latex down his shaft and followed it with her body, pressing his dick into the slick heat of her. She leaned forward again, sliding upwards on his length to kiss his mouth. Jake guided her hips with one hand, setting the rhythm as his climax built. Her hair, still mussed from earlier, fell into her face as she rode, one hand on his chest for balance, the other gripped her own breast. Jake was riveted by the sight of her thumb rubbing back and forth across her peachey nipple. The braizzon abandon with which she fucked herself on his dick sent him over the edge and he thrust up into her, lifting them both off the floor with his force. She tottered with the sudden change, but held on through their mutual orgasm before collapsing, first over his chest, but then on her back next to him. .

“Thank you” she whispered. “That was exactly what I needed.”

“You’re… welcome.” Jake wasn’t sure if he’d ever been thanked for sex.

“Do you want to use the shower here… or?” She asked, getting up.

“No,” he said, disposing of the condom. “I’ve got to get going anyway.”

Once outside, he called Jessica.

“What?” She answered.

“I think I just had the best sex of my young life.” Jake said.

“You’re almost thirty.”

Ignoring her rude remark, he asked “can I bounce something off you?”

“Sure.”

“What kind of guy has the best sex of his life and then feels sad about it?” Jake asked.

Jessica sighed. “Dude. I have no idea.”

“Jessica.” Jake said.

“Okay. Fuck. Okay”

He could hear her sitting up . He hadn’t thought about how late it was. She was probably already in bed.

“Are you gay?” She asked.

“No, you are.” Jake said. “Besides, I think I’m having the opposite problem.”

“You’re certainly having some kind of problem” Jessica said.

“When is having great sex with a beautiful woman not enough for a guy?” Jake asked

“When he should be having great sex with two beautiful women!” Jessica answered cockily.

Jake sighed.

“Look” Jessica said. “I’ve been getting this a lot lately. People think that because I’m a girl I have some greater insight into the human condition and that’s fucking sexist. I just want to play video games, drink beer and eat pussy. Call me when you need some insight into that.” And then she hung up.

‘Shit.’ he thought. ‘My life is empty.’

To add insult to injury, when he got home The Annihilator was dead.


Chapter 2 – The Annihilator is Dead
Chapter 3 – It Was a Good Day
Chapter 4 – The Jake Must Go On
Chapter 5 – A Daring Rescue
Chapter 6 – Sweet Brothings
Chapter 7 – Girl Talk


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