New Year's Eve 1968: Jake, Scene 4 "Joanie, the Love of His Life"

Jake felt a tug on his arm. It was Joanie, herself, attempting to rescue him from Bill and his harem. "Jake, baby, it's almost midnight. I want you near me. It's been too long."

                Soundtrack: Norwegian Wood---The Beatles

It was true. It had been a long time since he and Joanie had last made it. He tried to remember when it was. Last summer or was it in September when she’d returned to campus after summer vacation? Hmm... he couldn't quite recall. He'd been caught up in his painting and his senior project most of the semester, but... he knew there was more to it than that. Clearly, something had changed in their relationship over the past year. Before then, even though they might not see each other for weeks or months at a time — like over holidays or summers — they'd always pick up where they left off. Hanging out. Smoking pot. Rapping. Screwing.

But both of them had been at the U this entire semester, and still they’d barely seen each other. No sharing drugs: he'd stopped smoking and she didn't shoot up. Not much hanging out: Jake spent most of his spare time at the Dew-Drop-Inn watching sports on TV or else sparring at the gym, while Joanie spent most of her time with the campus rads or the drama crowd. Jake couldn't stand the theater people at the U, a bunch of snobs as far as he was concerned. He was OK with some of the rads, like Luis Gonzales, but he couldn't take Carl Schofield, the dopey self-appointed leader of the student radicals at the U. Rapping? He and Joanie didn't appear to have much to say to one another these days. And as for sex, well he just didn't seem to be all that attracted to Joanie anymore. Truth was he wasn't too interested in sex in general these days.

Looking at Joanie now — her slender body, tan even in winter; the sharp Semitic features of her face; her sad eyes watching the hands of Bill's antique grandfather's clock creep closer to midnight — Jake remembered how her freshman year (his second, or was it his third, fall semester?) she'd initiated Jake into the world of polymorphous perverse sexuality and sensuality, pure physical pleasure. He learned practically everything he knew about sex from that time together. Like, she'd given him his first blowjob ever. God, that had been an experience!

They'd been smoking pot in her dorm room when she just leaned over and casually unzipped his jeans. Then, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, her sensuous mouth surrounded the top of his awakening cock, and began to minister to its every nook and cranny. He’d never experienced anything like this. He was rapturously passive, as Joanie artfully explored points of pleasure he hadn’t been aware were even there. When he finally came, it was like an explosion that released all the tension he’d ever held in. He couldn't imagine how she swallowed it all without choking, but she did, smiling with pleasure that seemed to match his own.

Oh yeah, that first year of sex with Joanie had been outtasight! They did it every which way. The Kama Sutra had nothing on them. But, then, maybe after a year or so, he began to have these doubts, these negative feelings about their sex. He found himself obsessing about it. At first, he thought that Joanie had stopped enjoying their sex, like she was just going through the motions, doing this stuff for him. Then he thought that maybe the opposite was true — that he was just doing it for her, that he didn't really enjoy their sex any more. That led him to start doubting his own sexuality — maybe he was asexual. No. That couldn't be right. He found himself totally turned on by other chicks — you know when they walked down the street in short skirts, their asses shifting from side to side or like when they were bra-less and their nipples showed against their tee shirts or when a chick deliberately leaned over, giving him a quick glimpse (or more) of cleavage or a lacy bra — so he knew that wasn't it. All he really knew was that it was all fucked up.

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