Jenna’s Journal Ch1: My Manic Pixie Dickgirl

Bwaha– surprise! Written content! After a long break I’m continuing Kim & Jenna’s storyline (Size Check / Power Couple) in the form of a first-person diary written by Jenna herself. I’ve been daydreaming about these gals a lot the past year, percolating perverted ponderings about what naughty narratives they might get tangled up in.

Finally, I’m distilling those dong-riddled dreams into this diary, which I’ll continue updating with short 5-15 page chapters, each documenting another day of their ongoing sexventures. I hope you like it!

The first two chapters are 4k words / 13 pages. PDF attached and also the full text is in this post.

You can skip ahead to Saturday if you want to get straight to the sexy scenes :D

Jenna’s Journal

My Manic Pixie Dickgirl Summer

by Jenna Raleigh

Friday

Alright, let’s do this. First time I’ve written a diary since High School, but now that Kim’s moving in… yea. It’s really happening.

Things are changing so fast, I need some space to collect my thoughts and figure shit out. Used to have such an organized mind. At least I thought I did. Now my thoughts just feel like a pack of wild animals I’m trying to tame. The harder I try to control them, the wilder they get.

I can’t say exactly when I fell in love with Kim. Was it the first time I laid eyes on her ridiculous body? The moment she walked into the gym bathrooms and smiled at me in the mirror like I was her best friend?

I sure thought I hated her guts back then. I would lay awake at night wishing there was some way to get back at her for embarrassing me like that. To get one up on her. But I couldn’t beat her, so… I joined her?

When you love someone it should be obvious, shouldn’t it? You should know 110% that you’re head over heels.

But the way I know I love Kim is – I can’t imagine living without her. I need her like a drug I’m addicted to. I get sick when she’s not around. Any time spent without her feels wasted.

Is love simply a fear of losing someone?

I’m in that place where I can’t imagine Kim and I ever breaking up… and that’s kinda scary. Like we’re basically married already without either of us choosing to make that leap. It would take some big thing to break us apart now. As opposed to some big thing to make us commit to staying together forever. Did the big thing already happen?

Ugh. It’s scary to think we’d ever break up, and it’s scary to think we’ll be together forever. Why do I always frame nice things in such a negative way?

Maybe I’m just not used to being the good kind of nervous. Maybe what I’m calling fear is actually excitement?

I am excited that I get to have Kim by my side for whatever the future brings. I was never a relationship person so I’ve spent most of my life preparing to be alone, and convincing myself that’s what I wanted.

But now I’m 2 years deep into this relationship and wondering how it got so serious when it always felt so casual.

Like, I can’t even point to the moment Kim and I started dating. I just looked back one day and realized we’d been doing everything together for months.

We used to only see each other at the gym every day and that was it. We fucked girls together, we even fucked each other sometimes, but we never kissed or talked about our feelings. It wasn’t a relationship then. We were just “sharing” the Hillcrest bounty.

But any time we missed each other by going to the gym at different times, it sucked. Kim would send me selfies of her fucking Astrid. God those were hot. I loved and hated getting those texts. I didn’t like being out of the loop.

I guess I wanted the girls to like me best, but I knew they liked Kim because she didn’t enforce any of the rules like not fucking on the equipment. Who am I kidding, that’s not the main reason they liked her more.

So I started texting Kim to make sure we’d be at the gym at the same time. Sometimes twice a day. Some days we didn’t even work out, we’d just meet up there to have amazing sex. Was still good cardio tho.

I remember the first time she texted me to reschedule, my heart skipped a couple beats. It was a sign that she didn’t want to go even one day without seeing me. That was a great feeling.

Then we started getting meals together after our workouts. It still didn’t feel like dating yet. We were just hanging out because it was convenient. I mean, we both needed to eat, might as well go to the same spot.

Guess that made it easy for us to get more time together, without making a big deal about it. And she eats such terrible junk if I’m not around to save her from herself.

Well eventually movie nights started happening. We would get talking about some classic she’d never seen, or some weird B-movie she wanted to watch that sounded so incredibly dumb I just had to see it. And next thing we knew we’d be snuggled up on the couch and laughing.

The first movie night we went to her place, because she wanted to have her snacks handy. It was cute how excited she was to have me there, but her apartment was distractingly messy, I just couldn’t. And her speakers suck.

My condo was obviously the better place to watch stuff on my plasma screen and surround sound. I liked being able to cook for both of us, because like I already mentioned (and will probably keep mentioning) how fucking terribly she eats if I don’t intervene.

She loves my cooking, but then again she loves everything, the unhealthy stuff the most. It just defies logic how she can have the body she does and posses such an abysmal understanding of nutrition. It’s more than just ignorance, it’s the call of the void with her appetite.

Anyway, what am I trying to do here? Pinpoint the moment I fell in love with that freckle faced goddess? Try to figure out why I asked her to move in with me?

Yea, I initiated it. Convinced her to move out of that shitty 700 square foot apartment and live with me. Instead of wasting money on rent she can buy some actual nutritious (and expensive) food that I can cook for both of us. I gave her a bunch of other reasons too…

Not that I had to try very hard to convince her. But I was insistent it was a good idea. Like I was afraid to leave an opening for her to say no because I couldn’t imagine why she would say no.

I wouldn’t admit this to her but… part of why I want her close is to take care of her and make sure she doesn’t get into trouble without me. Bangin’ body aside, that girl does not know how to take care of herself, or navigate situations like a mature adult (i.e. without using her dick to solve every problem).

The better I get to know Kim, the more surprised I am that she managed to survive as a single adult for any length of time without me. Fucking OnlyFans. I’m getting sidetracked.

I guess part of me worries we have a kinda sibling type relationship. If she loves me like a big sister, am I fucking it up treating her like my girlfriend?

But I don’t really know what a sibling relationship even is. Kim and I never had any, so maybe I’m worried we’re filling that role for each other… and that’s bad somehow?

Why am I looking for problems?

Every time she sleeps over it’s great. Waking up with her in my bed for sleepy morning sex is a level of reality I didn’t know existed. Basically a higher plane of existence.

Why would her moving in change anything? We both agree that spending any length of time apart sucks, and we try to avoid it as much as we can. But is that really the same as “I do?”

None of this is really about wanting to be exclusive. Honestly I’m glad she can enjoy fucking other people alongside me, because I can’t keep up with her anyway. Her stamina is just buck wild, bordering on superhuman.

There’s more than enough Kim for me, and that feels too good to be true. Being able to have as much of her as I want, and then getting as much of a breather as I need.

I can’t really figure out how much of ME Kim wants in HER life though. She always just seems happy to be making me happy. Like all the time now, she’s doing sweet stuff for me.

So that’s been a big change. One of the things that used to cause a lot of friction between us was how Kim would always do the opposite of whatever she knew I wanted. Teasing about my insecurities and pushing my buttons at every occasion.

Small stuff, nothing really important, but annoying. Needling. Always probing trying to find a nerve, poking me for a reaction.

She was usually successful in making me angry… but now I wonder if that’s what she was really trying to do? Was her trolling just a love language that I didn’t speak?

Because she’s so different now. So incredibly sweet compared to what a brat she could be when we first met. Like last night she asked me to show her how to make ravioli and actually payed attention, learned how to make them perfectly. Instead of doing something dumb like trying to fill a ravioli with her cum and blasting away the whole pasta with her pressure washer of a cumshot.

Now, I fully expect the reason she wanted to learn was so she could surprise me with cum-filled ravioli at some later time. Have I mentioned yet that her cum tastes great, and it’s different all the time? Depending on her diet it can have a lot of different flavors. Fun to experiment with. Anyway, wanting to make me surprise spunkioli still shows a lot of growth.

Maybe she always had good intentions, but it took her a while to learn my love language?

We do have a pretty weird dynamic in some ways. I get off on how much of a showoff she is. She gets off on being worshipped and short-circuiting people’s default programming with lightning strikes of her sexual power.

Unfavorably, one could say she has a “mind-break” fetish.

I don’t believe she wants to do any harm. She thinks she’s liberating people from their repressions when she fucks them so hard they transform into thirsty sluts. I mean… I guess in Kim’s world everyone is a hedonist at heart.

What does that say about the world I live in? That lust is a corrupting influence? That maturity and spontaneity are mutually exclusive? Has Kim already broken me? Am I happy about that?

I certainly do some mental gymnastics to defend her.

She acts innocent, sure. But the more I get to know her, I believe she’s innocent to the core. She’s kind of dangerous in that way, considering how naive she can be, but mostly she just seems genuine all of the time. Genuinely horny.

That makes me suspicious. Like I’m missing something.

So what am I doing here, trying to justify the decision? I should be devoting my energy to making sure things go well, not looking for cracks.

Then how will cracks get fixed? Cracks are inevitable.

So if cracks are inevitable, why try to fix them all?

Does that mean cracks can be safely ignored? I guess we’ll see.

Point is, last weekend on our trip, I asked Kim to move in. She’s all packed, her lease is up, and now here I am on my last night alone. With a glass of wine in my hand, looking at pictures of Kim on my phone and wondering why we didn’t do this sooner.

Not regretting it at all TBH. Good decision.

She’s everything I want, and everything I didn’t know I needed. Even if she’s hiding some flaws I haven’t seen yet, there’s still everything else that makes her the only person I’d even consider sharing my life with.

It’s like she’s this magical creature — some horny, hung, hard-bodied genie that came out of a bottle of lube, and my 3 wishes were for her to be my girlfriend, to let me take care of her, and to just always be herself. Didn’t even have to wish for her to look or act like my dream girl because she already was.

Aaaand she just texted me. Wants to come over. Even though she’s moving in tomorrow, she still wants one extra night together. Feels good.

I’m so excited for this. Let’s fucking go.

Saturday

What a morning. I woke up before my alarm and Kim wasn’t in bed, but the sheets were still warm. I heard her breathing in the dark and saw she was down on the floor next to the bed, doing pushups, but quietly. Trying not to wake me.

I pretended I was still asleep, but kept watching her powering out push-ups like an oiled-up machine. Normally she’d ask if I wanted to watch, and make a sexy show of it, but today she was holding her breath trying not to make a sound. It was the sweetest thing.

She kept going for a while. Made me hard as hell knowing she was doing this to be all pumped up and vascular for me when I woke up.

She knows how much her cuts drive me crazy. Something about her conditioning first thing in the morning, I’ve never seen anything like it. She’s always so dry and shredded as fuck, while still being totally soft and smooth, just depending on if she’s flexing or not.

When she squeezes so hard her muscle fibers are bunching and popping and rippling under her skin, it just melts my brain. She’s so good at showing off her physique, I can’t handle it. Honestly she can make me hard with a single flex if she wants to.

So eventually she stops doing pushups and crawls back into bed, trying to be as quiet as she can. I was still laying on my side from when we were spooning. So she slides back into my arms trying to find the same spot she was in before. As if sleeping me would notice that her arm wasn’t in the exact same position. She’s adorable like that.

If I actually had been asleep, the feeling of her hot, sweaty, naked body pressing into me would have gotten me going, so I chose that moment to “wake up”.

I think I pulled it off, managed to relax my dick enough to shrink down to a semi chub, so she could enjoy making me hard from admiring her pump. Her dick started swelling when my hands found their way to her twitching biceps, roaming all over her pumped arms, and she could feel me getting hard between her butt cheeks. We both kept growing to full size, with my dick pressing up into her back, while I stroked her cock against the underside of her breasts, giving her a self-tit-fuck.

It’s hard to say what the hottest thing about it was. The feeling of her in my arms – just amazing. Hard, ripped, dense muscles packed all over her tight little frame. And those big natural tits on top of that mountain of muscle are so gorgeous.

My hands were stroking and squeezing everything. Her hardness and softness filling up my palms and dancing under my fingers. Her skin was on fire, like a bronze statue baking in the sun for so long it starts to melt.

But also – it was incredibly sexy knowing she wanted to surprise me like she did. Waking me up with her bulging bicep in my face, pressed against my lips. The first thing I see, and feel, and smell, and taste.

She whispered in my ear, just the softest little “hey”, but it was so filled with intimacy, and lust, and pride. She knew she did good.

Her confidence is always sexy, but the way she performs these flexing shows for me is something else. She melts me to a puddle and drinks me in.

Kim doesn’t just allow me to worship her body, she fucking gets off on it so hard! The way she smiles when her flex makes my jaw drop, it leaves me breathless and speechless.

I wanted to say so much this morning but I don’t think I managed to put together a coherent sentence more than “Kiiim… fuuuuck… oh god… oh fuck yesss… you’re perfect”.

I tell her she’s perfect a lot – just get tongue tied and keep blurting it out because it’s the only thought in my head.

We kept spooning for a while, she was grinding her solid meaty butt back into my crotch, hot dogging my morning wood. Pulling and guiding my hands all over her muscles while she flexed for me.

I’ve had a couple opportunities to touch some nice muscles before, but not to straight up make love to them the way Kim lets me. She straddled me on my back and put on a whole flexing show, going through all the FBB poses she knows turn me on. Going so slow and pumping so hard. Giving me all the time in the world to bask in her glow.

She smelled amazing as always, her sweat is like this impossible perfume of cinnamon honey vanilla caramel, and I know it’s not any of the products she uses because I’ve tried them all. Somehow she just smells exactly like fresh baked cinnamon strudel with frosting. I swear you can smell the frosting.

She sat on my dick and rode me cowgirl, giving me some dirty talk with her flexing. Well it’s hardly traditional dirty talk but it works on me. She kept saying stuff like “Ooh look at these aaaabs Jenna, don’t they look so shredded and tasty? Would you say that’s an 8 pack? Or a 10 pack? You should count them with your lips.”

Meanwhile I’m just moaning like an idiot and mumbling “oh fuck” over and over. She was flexing her serratus so hard, the way they flowed into her abs was like a legit 20 pack.

I started to get dizzy with Kim riding on my dick while she flexed over me, whispering things in that sweet voice. Every fiber my fingers traced over was making me just vibrate with satisfaction.

I almost fell back asleep after I came in her. It was such a roller coaster of a ride, on the final climax it took some effort not to pass out. The whole experience was like falling into a pocket dimension of pure pleasure.

But she wasn’t done. She got the weights and started doing bicep curls in front of the closet mirrors. She still hadn’t cum even once yet, and looked absolutely huge and pumped. Her cock was throbbing hard and just unloading precum all over my mirror with every spasm.

If you didn’t know her you’d swear she was properly cumming. It’s insane how her body produces that stuff so fast, she can just keep spitting it out if she’s been edging for a while.

It was so hot watching her from the bed I had a wank or three, can’t quite remember. By the end of her superset, Kim’s biceps were looking properly jacked, and she came back to bed so I could make out with her arms for a while.

I must have cum about five times by then, but she’d been holding back a tidal wave in her balls. Her dick felt so solid and powerful, like you could smash a baseball bat across it. So impressive when she does stuff like this just to make me drool.

Her arms looked so much bigger than usual, I swear her peaks were sharper than the matterhorn. She was breathing hard and just my tugging on her nipples was making her spurt jets of precum all over my neck and chest.

Then she asked if I gave her permission to “unleash a massive fucking load of spunky nut butter” – her words – as long as she did it in the shower. I was caught off guard she was even asking for permission, wasn’t sure how much of a joke it was meant to be.

I said she could cum anywhere she wanted so long as she cleaned it up, but I appreciated her using the shower if it was going to be extra messy.

So then, she picked me up and fucking sat me on her dick. Side saddle, like a fucking pony. That’s 260 pounds of Jenna sitting on 26 inches of rock hard Kimberly Anne Ableton.

She’s lifted me with her cock before, usually while it’s in me, but never this long. She carried me all the way to the bathroom riding on her dick, and I was just speechless. I was holding on with my arms around her shoulders but my entire weight was supported by her erection, and the feeling of bouncing up and down gave me this feeling right through my core of just how powerful her cock was with every flex.

She put me down in the shower, I didn’t even try to stand up, I was just overwhelmed and blissed out.

For a second I thought she turned on the shower, then I realized she was cumming. Blasting straight up at the ceiling and splattering hard. The droplets were flying everywhere, her jets had so much force behind them.

God the sound was so hot, this hollow thundering of her massive thick loads hitting the walls and tiles and echoing around. It made every blast sound like a torrential downpour.

I wasn’t even getting that much cum on me, every shot was still splattering up against the shower ceiling.I started pulling on her balls the way she likes, and she aimed her shots down at me.

Even after 20 or 30 loads, the force of her blasts were stronger than usual. I was trying to catch it in my hands. It felt like when you put your palm up against the jet of a hot tub.

When her climax was tailing off I pulled her down and kissed her. We were both covered in her cum, maybe the biggest load I’ve ever seen from her. It sure felt like it.

Kim used her foot to turn on the shower, which made it even better, as we continued making out under the hot waterfall.

It was so sweet of her to try to avoid making a mess on her first day here. The shower tiles were easy enough to clean with the squeegee, but the rest of the bathroom got a pretty heavy splattering from Kim’s spunk sprinkler. I swear she could put out a fire like that.

She insisted on cleaning up the bathroom while I got ready for work. Of course she’s being an angel on her first morning but I still appreciate the strong start.

Watching her cleaning up my bathroom buck naked and erect got me too stiff to fit into my pants. So Kim came over and sucked me off while I braided her hair. The view of her delts and traps while she blows me is just heavenly. I only finished half a braid but she didn’t mind.

I’m sure it won’t always be this great, but it’s pretty great so far.

After work I’m going over to Kim’s apartment to pick up her stuff, and tonight we’re celebrating with a fancy dinner and some dress up.

Since she’s bringing the entirety of her clothing collection, she wants to model some stuff I’ve never seen her wear before. I’m already getting hard just thinking about what absurdly sexy shit she’s got in store.

And this is just our first night. Holy hell.

To be cumtinued! :D