George has been dating a girl who has been ill and unable to have sex. As a result, George found that as his consumption of sex has decreased, his intelligence increased, with his mind having more time to ponder other subjects.
Elaine suffered the opposite predicament. Her boyfriend, a medical student, was desperately studying for a licensing exam he failed three previous times. Elaine who was very smart offered her help with his studies. Though she was glad to help, she did not know it would leave no time for sex. As days grew into weeks then into months, she found that her decrease in sexual activity was directly proportional to herself becoming dumber, easily confused and slow witted.
To be continued:
Jerry was on his couch watching the Yankees when he heard his buzzer.
âYeah, whoâs there." âItâs meâ the female voice replied. Jerry recognized the voice. âCome up." He buzzed her in. and went back to the couch.
Elaine walked in with a dull and confused look on her face. She sat at the end of the couch apprehensive and played with her fingers.
âJerry I need help. Iâm dumb as a post. I got lost going home from work today."
âYeah, I know. By the way, George is giving a lecture at the community college. I give it three weeks before girl scouts have to feed you and George cures cancer," Jerry said sarcastically.
âItâs amazing, you get dumber and he gets smarter. Who would have thunk it. How long has it been since you two, well, you knowâ
âI donât know, maybe, well, the butter in my refrigerator was still good before. How long is butter good for?
"Maybe three or four weeks," he replied. âWow, you turned pretty quick. I thought guys were supposed to have sex on the mind," Jerry laughing as he spoke.
Elaine, leaning forward, looking at the floor, her head between her knees, pulling at her fingers and acting almost as if she was a junkie suffering from withdraws.
âJerry, are you busy now?"
Iâm watching the game. What do you think Iâm doing. Why whatâs up?
I canât do this any longer. Iâm counting on my fingers. I canât make change. I might get fired from my job!
What, what do you want?, he asked
Elaine, turning her head slowly towards Jerry and raising her eyebrows, âWell, um, well, I thought, you and I, like old times, you know. What do you think?
Shocked, Jerry pauses and says âAre you serious, come on really? Elaine with a sly grin and biting her lip,
âI just thought."
âElaine, I canât, you know, weâre friends now."
She paused then asked, âWhat is Kramer doing, is he home? Youâre serious arenât you, he cried. As he spoke, she was already walking across the hall to Kramerâs apartment.
Jerry returned to the baseball game.
Kramer wasnât home. Sexually frustrated, she turned back to Jerryâs door. She noticed Newman fumbling his keys trying to enter his apartment... She paused, took a deep breath and glanced at Jerryâs door.
Jerry continued to watch the game. He noticed some mail he forgot to send by the TV stand. Between innings, he got up and grabbed the letters then headed down the hall to the mail slot.
He heard voices, a male and female. But he did not care. The less he saw or knew of Newman the better and continued to the mail slot.
Newman rarely had female guests. But the one person above all he dreamed about sexually was on her knees right now giving him a hand job. He looked down past his large belly and gazed into her eyes, at her soft curly black hair and delicate white throat as she rhythmically stroked his modest prick.
He began to groan as he felt her quicken the pace, tightened her grip and he saw her begin to lick her dark ruby lips in anticipation.
"Swallow it already," he yelled in a quivering voice.
"Be patient Newmy," she softly whispered.
Jerry started back to his apartment after mailing the letters. He rounded the corner past Newmanâs door when he heard what sounded like someone groaning coming from Newmanâs apartment. Newmanâs door was cracked as he passed by.
It sounded like Newmanâs voice. But he continued on his way until halfway to his apartment when he heard that same voice cry out "ooooh Elaine!"
She slowly opened her mouth, smiled and seductively whispered, âAre you ready for me Newmy?"
WHAT THE FUCK! he thought to himself. He turned a sprinted back to Newmanâs apartment and pushed open the door.
Elaine was on her knees, shirt off, bra undone and beginning to swallow Newman.
Jerry screamed, âElaine, what the fuck!â
Startled, Elaine screamed, âJerry, oh my God?â
âElaine, get that cock out of your hand!â Jerry yelled.
âSeinfeld get the hell out of here!â Newman yelled.
But Newman was in no position to fight, his shorts and pants wrapped around ankles. Jerry grabbed her wrist, pulled her off her knees and down the hall to his apartment.
Jerry threw her into his apartment. Her head was down. She was embarrassed, shocked at being caught and unsatisfied, even if it was Newman.
âNewman! I canât believe it!
âOh Jerry," she sighed.
âTo think your hand has touched both of our dicks makes me ill." âJust tell me he didnât get a blow job or we can no longer be friends."
"No." âAre you sure Elaine?â "Yes."
Elaine sat back on the couch took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. They didnât speak. Three innings went by. Jerry fidgeted, very upset. Elaine was still hungry and unsatisfied. Unfed, she boldly approached Jerry.
In an almost whining voice, âCome on Jerry."
"Elaine, youâre still talking about this?"
âPlease, Jerry, Iâm an idiot, moron, youâve seen me, Iâll get fired. Yesterday, I needed a dictionary to know how if there were two letter Eâs in the word kneeâ
Still upset, he rose and said âYes, Elaine you can suck me off!." âYou should have told me you were that desperate." Succumbing to pressure and becoming a little aroused he reluctantly agreed. âWell. Ooookay but wonât this affect our friendship?â
Elaine shrieked. âNo Jerry, itâs a one time thing. Now letâs get started. Let's go!." She jumped at Jerry.
Easy Elaine, he cried. She took off her top and started to unbuckle her belt while walking towards his bedroom.
âStop, Elaine, can we do it in here, the game is almost over."