Sarah reaches her hand out, curling her fingers around you. She stands up and opens her fist. Her eyes stare at the fragile little guy, whose laying in her palm.
“I think I’ll take you home with me.” She says. “It’ll be like a sleep over. I’ve never done one of those with a guy friend.”
You can hear the playful tone in her voice. You’re in trouble. Sarah’s fingers close on you again. She brings her hand to her purse and drops you into it. You grunt, as you painfully crash onto her phone cover, before sliding down the back of it and getting your leg stuck between a make-up box and the edge of her wallet. Above, you can only see glimpses of your friend’s shoulder and the side of her face.
Sarah turns back to where she came from and walks home. Even though she has a hard time grasping what just happened, the young woman is sure this will be the most fun night she’ll ever have with you.
While she walks home, you are fending off all the stuff she keeps with her, finally getting your leg unstuck, when a giant package of ten paper tissues slides over you and buries you. Your face gets pinned against a cold bottle of women’s deodorant, which makes it so you can only look in one direction, right at the packaging of what seems to be a female condom, your face quickly warms up after this.
You can hear Sarah opening the door to her house, slipping off her boots, and stomping up the stairs to her room. She sets her purse on the bed and opens it wide. Without much care she pulls you out by your leg and drops you down on the bedsheet. You are a bit bruised up, but alive. You look around, her room hadn’t changed much since the last time you visited, except of course, bigger. It is a proper adult room with some signs of how it looked during her childhood. You snap out of your train of thought, when Sarah plops her gigantic butt down onto the bed, sending you up few inches, before you smack face first onto the bedsheet again. You accidentally smell how much of her scent she had sweat into the sheets. Pushing yourself up, you look over at your friend, seeing her slip off her socks and throw them next to the bed. He brings her feet up and places one of them on either side of you. The smell is awful, but you stay quiet. You don’t want to hint at another thing she can tease you with.
“So, now that we’re home, it’s time to have some fun.” Sarah says, biting her lip.
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