- I wonder how long we’re going to make out?
- Not that it’s bad. I just didn’t shave to have some guy suck on my bottom lip for thirty minutes and awkwardly grope my tit.
- I get it. You want to do foreplay. I want to do foreplay.
- We all want to do foreplay.
- But my lips are chapping and my nipple is getting sore from this. LET’S MOVE IT ALONG FOLKS.
- Okay. Cool. You get the message. Hand’s sliding down my pants right on schedule.
- Wait. Why is your body following your hand?
- Your whole body.
- Including your face. And mouth.
- Oh shit. This is happening. His mouth is going south of the border.
- You know. The pubic border.
- I did just shave, right?
- Do you think the hairs grew out since this morning?
- Or was that yesterday morning?
- Oh my God.
- When did I last shower?
- Have I really not showered since yesterday morning?
- Well fuck me, right?
- Oh. I guess that’s his plan.
- To fuck me. With his mouth.
- Okay. It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine. I’m sure he doesn’t sit there wondering about his personal hygiene whenever a girl goes down on him.
- I mean, whenever I go down on him. Which is basically never.
- But still. No other girls better be going down on him.
- I wonder if he’s hooking up with other people?
- No. He couldn’t be. If he was, he wouldn’t be trying to lick my vagina right now.
- Casual hookups don’t just lick vagina for fun.
- Right? Right.
- Yeah, whatever you’re trying to do to get my pants off isn’t working.
- You can’t just pull them off if they have a zipper.
- And buttons.
- And a chastity-like belt that’s intended to keep my pants up and my legs closed.
- Okay this is embarrassing. Just let me do it.
- It’s not my fault I have child bearing hips and a love of carbs.
- Alright. Moment of truth. Do I take off my underwear too, or run into the bathroom to do the ol’ vagina-wash-in-the-sink move?
- Oh. JK. He knows how to pull my underwear off.
- Guess this is just going to happen. Right now. With absolutely zero prep work.
- Be cool. I’m sure it doesn’t smell like a fish market down there.
- Ahhhhhhhhhh. Right there. Never stop. Ever.
- Okay. Ouch. Maybe stop.
- LIKE NOW.
- I wonder what I should have for dinner?
- Sushi? HA.
- Are you really just doing the alphabet trick?
- Who tells boys to do this?
- Is it in some instructional pamphlet they all get in 7th grade when they’re trying to figure out what, exactly the mythical clitoris is?
- h-i-j-k-l…
- m-n-o-O-OH MY GOD.
- There it is.
- Please keep going, person who I’m pretending is Chris Hemsworth.
- My moan doesn’t mean do something else, idiot.
- I’m just going to casually grab your hair while actually holding you down in the perfect spot.
- NEVER STOP THIS EVER. KEEP GOING. YOU’RE ALMOST THERE…
- …..
- Annnnnnd. I lost it.
- Well fuck.
- No, it’s fine. Really. Don’t worry about me.
- I’ll just sit here thinking about the orgasm that got away.
- But hey, at least you tried! I guess it’s your turn now.
- J fucking K. That’s what you get. Now let’s just order a pizza and forget that this ever happened.
- Who needs orgasms when you can have cheese and carbs, right?
- Ugh. I really need to start hooking up with girls.
- Pass the pepperoni. The pizza. Not your dick.
I give up..
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