Freaky Fridays!
a weekly chance to exorcise the Freak in us, holler at someone we always wanted to/or just recently had the urge to fuck.
I tip my hat at the nod to start this weekly off.
This week goes out to JENNA MONIEZ.
It's 1983. I'm 7 years old, going on twelve. Jenna is hands down the hottest young latina in the 2nd grade. hair, black, silk like a navaho, and skin like butterscotch candy. her legs would protrude out from her blue and green plaid uniform skirt like popsicle sticks with choco-dipped softserve melting down them. mmm
I would replay this same lucid daydream over and over in my head...
directly behind my elementary school there was this small man-made pond with big goldfish in it, and Jenna lived right on the other side tucked in this row of houses.
In the dream I'd be sitting on a bench by the pond. feeding the fish or just sitting and waiting. she would walk out of her house butt-ass neked. (she had flashed me once on the playground, so I had a good reference point of what she looked like under her clothes. but what did I know about foreplay and seduction then?! lol)
she'd walk up and sit down next to me, and we'd talk about the most random shit, but she'd always be the same, free as a jailbird. and I'd gaze over every exposed part of her. legs, neck and cute, nowhere near developed, mini mounds. I was 7! shit my penis didnt even know how to get hard yet.
I remember wanting to kiss her, but not knowing what to do, and it seemed wacked. so instead i'd get the most enjoyment out of gazing and slight touches of her skin with my hands. it was always foreign. always felt new. it never got old.
I'm not 7 anymore.
Freaky Friday.
Jenna if you're out there.. HOLLLLLERRR
