“So what brings you to this neck of the woods?” Jason asked as he answered the door to find his female best friend, Jen, standing there.
“Just thought I’d pop in and check on the neighborhood troublemaker.” Jen teased him.
“Oh please, you know you love me. You’ve been desperate to sleep with me since we met.” He teased back.
Suddenly, Jen’s demeanor changed drastically. “You’re right, I love you!” She then leaped into his arms with a lovesick expression on her face and kissed him directly on the lips, shocking him. “Fuck me, please!”
“Whoa!” Jason pushed her back a little, holding her at arm’s length. “I was joking. Since when did you feel like that?”
“Since we met! I’ve been madly in love with you forever! So please fuck me!” Jen pleaded.
“Right, and you were born as a foreign princess too.” Jason said sarcastically. He knew what she said couldn’t be true. She was a lesbian after all.
“Shh!” Jen shushed him. “That’s supposed to be a secret! I can’t have my enemies find me.”
“Okay, Jen. Cut it out. Quit messing with me.” Jason said.
“I’m not! Did you hit your head or something?” Jen huffed while crossing her arms.
“Jen, you’re an idiot if you think I’ll believe any of what you’re saying.”
“I know I’m an idiot! Who cares about that, just fuck me already!” She pleaded again. Now Jason began to suspect she wasn’t messing with him. Jen was a very smart girl, and she took such great pride in her intelligence that she would get offended if anyone called her stupid in any way. She would never say she was an idiot. He began to think about how the conversation had gone up to this point, and started to guess what was going on. He pulled her inside, and lead her to his room, locking the door. “Jen…you’re an emotionless doll that can’t move on your own or even speak.” After he finished his sentence, Jen collapsed onto his bed, motionless. “Jen?” He approached her, and waved a hand in front of her face. No reaction. “Jen?” He groped her breast. Nothing. He reached into her skirt and stuck a finger in her pussy. Still nothing. “No way she’s messing with me. She’s never let me get away with this. What the hell is going on?” He glanced over at his reflection in the mirror. “Am I doing this?” He looked back at Jen again.
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