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Part 2…

It had been a few weeks since I examined Jake at Bergen Harris High, but there was something about seeing him and his tiny dicklette that I couldn’t shake out of my head. I’d find myself eating lunch alone on those long cafeteria tables they have in the staff room, or even away from the high school out shopping in town—since I had recommitted myself to the town and the job I was trying to decorate my place and really settle in—and all I could see popping into my head was a picture of his athletic figure, so embarrassed, hunched over in a slouch with my finger up his ass, with his tiny stiff cock hard as nails and sticking out as far as the precious little thing could go, trembling, and not even reaching the exam table.

I giggled at that memory. Other men I’d examined—real men, I mean—would bend over the edge to let me stick my finger up their ass, and when I peeked around their torsos, I’d be impressed by a meaty cock laying flat on that crinkly white paper we roll over the exam tables, or it would be a long “show-er” cock hanging down along their upper thigh. That always turned me on. Jake’s little penis could not even be called a cock; even fully erect, it was just a bitty stub like a tiny thumb barely peeking out of his pubic hair and overshadowed by his enormous balls. It was such a ridiculous sight that I always laughed thinking about it.

I examined a number of the other guys at the school later that week after seeing Jake. Normal guys, I mean. Seniors at the high school. The wrestling team was a whole bunch of muscles and big cocks; Jesus, that was an afternoon. My panties were soaked after running all of those guys through the wringer. I think the earlier ones had it easier because I didn’t hit my stride until later in the day when I got comfortable whipping off their boxers and wrapping my hands around their equipment.

None of them complained, and I even got appreciative looks the more hands-on I went in the penis and testicular exam. They were all normal, horny high school guys with hefty, raw dicks, and I was a fresh young lady doctor, so it was a simple equation. I bet if I had wanted to bend some medical ethics, I could have had a few of the more choice, bigger-cocked guys give me a fucking right there at the high school doctor’s office.

Bigger is definitely better. I need to feel the deep pressure on every thrust and be forced to bend my hips in order to take it all; God, I love that. I want a man to take control of me, fuck me hard, and give me what I deserve. Jake’s a nice guy and all, sure, and I wouldn’t mind having coffee with him as I would with one of my girlfriends, but having sex would be an exercise in trying not to laugh the whole time. I’m not even sure if I would feel his cock if he missed my hole entirely and rubbed one out on my thigh. It’d be like when one of those little barky dogs comes up at the park and grinds on your ankle with its tiny doggy dick.

I’d try to be nice, though, like, “Good, Jake! A good little boy. Did you cum? I didn’t notice. You sure tried, didn’t you?” And then I’d pat his head and tousle his hair and give him a peck on the cheek and send him on the way; then as he was getting into his car and I was waving goodbye, with the other hand, I’d already been dialing up one of the wrestling studs to get my brains fucked out properly by a dick I could actually see and grab hold of.

The phone rang, startling me out of my thoughts. It was a Saturday night, and I had just finished a killer workout, sitting in sweat-soaked clothes on my ass at the dinner table trying to figure out what to make myself eat or if I should order something. And then where to go for the evening. Was there a suitable bar? Fantasies of supple young high school jocks aside, I hadn’t actually gotten fucked yet in this town, or for months before that. That was one of the items on my agenda to remedy that problem at some point.

The phone rang again, and I reluctantly answered.

“Doctor?” The voice was urgent—a young woman’s voice. I thought I recognized it.

“Yes, this is Dr. Netten.”

“This is Mary Sue. You know, from Bergen Harris. Jake’s girlfriend.” Ah, that’s who it was. I met her the week after I saw Jake. She came to seek counsel about their relationship, and from that, I learned more about the small penis humiliation kink than I ever learned in med school. It was educational.

She was excited, speaking fast. Out of breath, even.

“Jake’s on the floor. He hit his fucking head or something.”

“Jake? Where are you? At your house?”

“Yes.”

“Mary Sue. Listen. You need to phone 911.”

There was silence. “I can’t.”

“What? Why not?”

“My parents are gone. They’ll kill me.”

Fuck, I thought.

“Mary Sue! He’s breathing, right? Have you checked that? If he’s not breathing, you gotta phone 911 right now!”

“Hang on.” I heard her yelling to someone. I waited. I heard other sounds. Music and lots of voices, although they were subdued. It seemed like this accident happened at a party.

“Yeah, he’s breathing. He might be unconscious, though. Wait—” More muffled conversation with somebody there. “No, he’s moving. He put his hand to his head.”

I sighed to myself. Teenagers don’t have enough perspective of the trade-offs in life. Don’t wait! Just fucking phone 911. If it was a party, which given a Saturday night it had to be, alcohol or even more was probably involved.

“You can’t just call an ambulance? If he’s hurt. Mary Sue, I’m sure your parents—”

“Can you come here?” She interrupted.

“What?”

“Can you come to look at him?”

“Mary Sue. I’m not trained in emergency medicine. I work at a high school.”

“But you would know what to do, right? To make sure he’s okay?”

“Well, sure. I know the basics.”

“You’ve got to come over then. 1240 Evanmeer. The street behind the school. It’s close, right?”

“Well, yes, I know where that is. It’s just 10 minutes. But—”

“Please come, Dr. Netten. You gotta make sure he’s okay.”

I thought for a minute, shaking my head. It was against every part of my better judgment, but for some reason, with her pleading and my fond memory of Jake, I found myself agreeing. I didn’t want to think of the liability. That was sort of a black hole of worry for any medical professional, and it’s best not to even start your brain getting into all the ways it could go wrong and fuck you over. I saw the headlines: Not even one month into job do-gooder doctor causes death in town. Oh my God.

“Mary Sue. If I find anything wrong with him—anything at all—we call 911 or get him to the ER right away. Agreed?”

“Okay…” It was her sulky teen voice agreeing only because she had to.

“1240, right?”

“Yes. Thank you! We’ll send somebody out there.”

I hung up. Well. That was set. It sure put an unexpected twist on a boring Saturday night.

After two seconds of staring at the wall, wondering the fuck did I get myself into—then I jumped in a hustle to grab my keys and throw on some decent pants and jacket and shoes. Julie, going to a high school party? I teased myself. I wasn’t that far out of high school myself, and there was a knot forming in my stomach. I remember the social pressures, the awkwardness of it all. Guys and girls, all the flirting and fumbling and watching of each other and judging. I hoped to just get in there, make sure Jake was okay, maybe give him a bandage or some placebo, and get the hell back to my normal, simple, and safe life.

Wait—that reminded me. The first aid box. Where’d I put it? Garage. There it was. And stacked on top of it was the package that came last week from Amazon. Fuck. The stupid package that I hadn’t even opened. Absolute impulse purchase after that afternoon with Mary Sue. I don’t even know why I had that impulse. Maybe it was serendipity. Maybe the universe was telling me something. But in any case, I grabbed it along with the first aid and ran to the car.

I drove as fast as I could without risking getting pulled over. Jake… Jake… Jake.

What did you do to yourself at Mary Sue’s house? Was she drunk and making you do something humiliating so she could make fun of your lack of dick, and then you slipped and fell? Am I going to find you naked with your little nub tied up in a string attached to some other poor kid’s tiny dick in some crazy hazing? I grinned. I’d immersed myself in learning about Jake’s kink the past couple of weeks. And I had that package in the back seat. What urge led me to bring that, anyway? Jesus Christ.

But when I got to Mary Sue’s living room there, he was in ordinary clothes and in an ordinary pose, in the middle of a normal party. Still on the floor and holding his head but sitting by the sofa. The place was stuffed full of partygoers, each one holding one of those stupid red Solo plastic cups that seem to be a requirement when any young person drinks.

Yes, indeed! Mary Sue was taking advantage of her parents being out of town. Every senior in high school must have been there. At least all the cool ones, judging by the athletic guys who met me at the street corner and guided me in. I recognized a few wrestlers, I thought but didn’t have time to think about the bulges in their pants.

“Jake! Jake!” I said, crouching down next to him, trying to get his attention. His head was at an angle, slumped, so he was staring at the carpet, eyes barely cracked open. I looked at the students standing around him. “Has he spoken yet?”

“Dr. Netten?” He said before anyone could answer that, opening his eyes wider and straightening his head, looking at me. “What… what are you doing here? Where am I? Mary Sue?”

“You’re still at the party. Mary Sue’s party. She’s here.”

Mary Sue was smiling in huge relief. “Jake. I’m right here. You fell and hit your head.”

“What…?” he said, still confused.

“I’m going to measure your pulse.” I put one finger on his wrist and another on his forehead, where there was a vicious red mark. He slumped back against the couch and took in the wider situation of the room. Not much bleeding, though, thank God.

“He’s okay?” a voice asked nearby. Other voices chimed in as the news spread. One shouted out to the wider group, and in an almost immediate reaction, normal party noises started ramping back up. Mary Sue leaned in and gave him an affectionate kiss on the cheek. That was sweet to see.

“What the fuck happened?” he asked her in wonder, and pointing to me, added, “And how did she get here?”

“I asked her to come. I didn’t want to phone 911.”

Jake looked at his girlfriend, remembering. “It was the bat spin, right? I remember your last challenge.”

Mary Sue laughed. “Yeah, sorry about that. It was the coffee table you hit. Right on the fucking head.”

But I needed some more information before I turned lighthearted about this. “Jake, how much have you drunk tonight?”

He shrugged.

Mary Sue chimed in. “Not that much. Really. I think he had three beers, maybe? Four?”

“He wasn’t showing signs of impairment before he fell?”

“No. We were just playing this dumb game with the baseball bat. Not hitting anybody, I mean, just spinning around over and over, and then you try to walk, but you’re all dizzy. I’m so happy he’s okay. Right? He is?”

“No drugs. Just tell me, I need to know. I won’t judge.”

“No. Nothing tonight.”

“Well, he looks okay to me as far as I can tell. Jake, you look fine. Stand up for me now, if you feel up to it.”

I held his hands as he gathered himself and stood up. Just a touch shaky but nothing I was overly concerned about.

“You should get a CAT scan to check for concussion if you want to go by the book. But it’s probably okay to wait to see. No more drinking tonight, though. Even if you start to feel better in an hour, stay off of it, okay? Because if you throw up, that’s a sign of concussion. I think if you throw up three times in a certain time period, like an hour.”

“Okay, Doc. I’ll make sure he behaves,” Mary Sue said, showing responsibility. I was glad to see her genuine concern, that Jake wasn’t only a small penis joke to her. The crowd around us had begun to dissipate. “It’s my specialty,” she added in a whisper to me and laughed. I ignored that and thought about what to do next.

“Mary Sue, why don’t you and I get him to the bathroom, and I can clean up that cut.”

She nodded. I held onto Jake’s elbow to steady him. He seemed good enough to walk mostly by himself.

Then I contradicted myself. “Actually, I’ll take him—just show me where, and can you run out to my car? In the back seat, I have a first aid kit.”

The cut was easy to clean, nothing dramatic. I was surprised that it knocked Jake out like that, especially with him being a big-time football player and all. He must have had a lot of experience getting hit. But sometimes, just a particular, random angle of a blow can do it.; the sharp edge of a coffee table. He was coming back to life.

Mary Sue carried in two boxes when she returned. “You mean these?” she asked. I hadn’t labeled my first aid kit; it was just an old box that I stuffed things I thought might be useful in an emergency, including my stethoscope. But she’d grabbed the other box as well, my recent Amazon delivery, and when I saw that, I panicked. Fuck, now it’s in here, in Mary Sue’s house. But I tried not to show it.

“This one, yes,” I said calmly, opening the box and putting the scope around my neck.

“Jake, take your shirt off for me.”

Mary Sue and I both watched the delicious sight of this beautiful 18-year old slowly pulling his shirt up and over his head. First his abs, then his beautiful, muscular torso came into view, flat brown disc nipples tight against his pecs. I sighed. If only he had the cock to match.

“Good. Now breathe normally.” I put the scope up against the wall of his chest. The heartbeat was strong and regular. Mary Sue held his hand, and he looked forward.

“That’s fine. I think we’re done here,” I said. “You can go back to the party. Just remember, take it easy. No more drinking.” I waggled my finger back and forth in front of his face. He watched me and nodded obediently. He was like a good dog, well-behaved. Mary Sue had trained him well.

“Doctor?” This was from Mary Sue.

“Please, just call me Julie. I’m not here as a professional. Just a friend.”

“Okay. Julie. But that’s weird to call you that,” and she laughed nervously. “Look, thanks a lot for coming over. I’m so glad you checked him out.”

Checked him out in more ways than you know, I thought, thinking back to when he attempted to masturbate in my office with his tiny little hard dick, and I finished the job. His cum shot all over the floor of the exam room there at the high school. I wonder if he told her about that episode; I didn’t think so based on our chat the following week. She had wanted to know about the small penis kinks and if it was normal; I, of course, counseled her that as long as both parties consented that it was fine, and fantasies were a healthy and good part of any relationship.

She looked at me, then at her shirtless boyfriend, who was still staring in kind of a recovery daze. “Julie, why don’t you stay? At the party, I mean. My parents don’t come back until tomorrow.”

I was surprised. “Oh, I should get back and let you guys do your thing.”

“But it would be fun. Don’t you need to stay an hour or two to check on Jake, anyway? What if he starts throwing up or whatever you said. Concussion stuff.”

She actually had a point. But it still felt awkward. I had bad memories from high school parties and wasn’t sure that I would be any more confident now, seven years later. Sometimes we don’t really grow out of those core insecurities even if we fool ourselves that we do; we just don’t challenge ourselves as much when we get older.

“Look, it’s nice of you, but honestly, I would feel out of place.”

“At a party, you mean? How old are you anyway? You look super young. How did you get to be a doctor already?”

“I’m twenty-four. I did like… a special program. Out of high school.”

“Fuck,” Jake interjected in a soft voice, listening to this exchange.

“You’re only twenty-four? And you’re a doctor? A real doctor?” I nodded. She said again, not believing, “Twenty-four? Half the people here are from LSU; a bunch of them are older than you!”

“I don’t know if it would be proper, though, you know… ” I was running out of excuses.

“Stay! Please. For me? It’s been stressful tonight with this. It will be fun. Just to hang out and have a drink. It’s… what did you say? It’s proper. It’s not like you’re going to fuck anybody. Right?”

I looked at both of them, unsure. Jake stretched with his arms way up high, tilting his head back and forth to flex his neck. I was glad to see him feeling better, getting back to his normal athletic self. When he did that, I saw what looked like the top hem of delicate pink panties peeking out of his jeans. What the fuck? Mary Sue saw me look and grinned.

“That’s, uh… part of a game we’re playing,” she offered.

“Mary Sue!” said Jake in surprise, pulling his arms down and his pants up to cover.

“She knows, honey. Remember I talked to her about it. She said it was normal that we could do it as part of our relationship. As long as we both consent.”

Jake blushed furiously. I was curious about the pink panties. Since I wasn’t acting in a professional capacity anymore and they had even invited me to their weekend party, I felt like I could push a little here.

“Is that a punishment?” I asked. With a little grin, I suppose.

“Pink panties. Girlie ones.” She looked smug, and from that, I guessed it was her idea, and she was obviously proud of it. “He has to wear them for the whole week. The same pair all week, so he’d better keep them clean. It’s going to be tough in the locker room changing in front of all the other guys, right? The guys with big dicks. He’s going to have to cover his ass real carefully. Do guys still get beat up for shit like that?”

“Fuck…” he said, looking down in embarrassment. I bet he remembered when he exposed his tiny dick to me, and I laughed at it. I felt bad, but it was so funny. I couldn’t help it.

“Do they know about this?” I asked, honestly curious. “Your friends and your teammates?”

“What part do you mean?” she asked. “His tiny dick or the games we play?”

I noticed that he looked glum that we had lit into this topic.

“Sorry, I think I’ve overstepped. I shouldn’t have asked,” I said, contrite. Mary Sue was still enthusiastic, though, eager to talk about her boyfriend’s tiny dick problem. She continued answering.

“My friends don’t know about it. At least I didn’t tell them. Jake, you think guys know how small you are?”

Jake really put on a frown. “Why are we talking about my dick?”

I thought I could help Jake out by changing the subject. “Okay, Mary Sue. I’ll stay tonight. At the party. Thank you for the invite. I have a request, though.”

“Yes!” she said, thrilled to have convinced me. She seemed eager for my friends, which was a bit awkward for me given our respective roles at the high school, but here on the weekend, it seemed easier to let it happen. “Sure, anything.”

“I’m sweaty as hell. I just got back from yoga when you called. Can I shower here?”

“Sure, of course. I didn’t know we had yoga classes in Baton Rouge.”

“Yep. Good ones, too. Hot yoga. I’d love to show you sometime. You can come with me. Oh… I’ll need some dry clothes, too. Anything is okay.”

“I doubt I have anything small enough.” I don’t know if she specifically meant my boobs or body size. She was like 36DD or something pretty huge, and I was 32B on a puffy day.

“Baggy works. Whatever you’ve got. I just can’t wear this to the party.” I pointed to my sweaty shirt and pants.

“Got it… Jake, let’s leave her alone. Wait, you want a drink? There’s an LSU guy here who thinks he’s the absolute top shit of all bartenders in the whole south. He can make anything. What can I get you?”

A drink did sound awesome. I was super thirsty from working out, and I hadn’t eaten a single thing since breakfast. “Tell him to whip me up a big Blue Hawaiian.”

“What’s that?”

I laughed. It wasn’t that fancy a drink, but Baton Rouge, Louisiana, wasn’t exactly a world capital. Maybe it came from Hawaii and then only made it a bit in from the west coast. I wasn’t sure. We drank it all the time in Seattle. “He’ll know, I bet. There’s always the internet.”

Mary Sue got the shirt back on Jake and led him out of there carefully, and after they were gone and the door closed, I stripped off my damp shirt and bra. It felt great to let my skin breathe. I looked at myself in the mirror, front view, then side view. Not bad 32B’s, I thought. 32B’s that wanted to have a big-muscled guy grab the shit out of them. It was as if every day I worked this job in this town, I got hornier and hornier, and it was about to boil over at some point.

So I told them I was going to stay for their party. Would I find a big dick here to fuck me? Maybe. At least I could try to meet some people my own age. That would be a start. Any chance sweet Mary Sue would have any grad students at her party? It was a long shot, more like grabbing students. I laughed at my stupid joke.

I finished with the toilet after a long while, getting distracted reading the magazines they had stashed in a little wicker rack there when Mary Sue knocked.

“I got your drink—you are done with your shower already?”

“No,” I laughed through the cracked door. “Not even started.”

“Here’s your Blue thing. He made a whole blender of it, so we both got some. I hope it’s good.” She said this happily, pushing open the door. When she saw that I was topless, she grimaced apologetically and zipped the rest of the way in, closing the door quickly behind her. She looked to see if anyone had peeked in from the hallway. “Sorry.”

“No problem,” I said, taking the drink and slurping it right away. It was fucking huge. Louisiana big-ass portions meet Hawaii. Just what I needed. I gushed, “Oh my God, that hits the spot. You are an angel.”

She smiled, pleased with my reaction. “Wow, look at you. You’re so skinny.”

“Slender, Mary Sue. We call it slender!” I laughed, looking down at my own tits and belly.

“Damn. You need some southern comfort food to fatten you up. Let you fit in with the locals better!”

“Maybe,” I laughed, raising my glass. “Anyway, here’s to Jake! I’m very glad that wasn’t any worse.”

“To Jake!” she repeated and raised her glass, taking a big slug. We both swished the drink in our mouths and swallowed eagerly.

“Fuck, that tastes good!” she said first. “What’s in that, rum?”

“Damn straight!” I echoed enthusiastically. “To Jake!” I said again, giggling. Why the fuck not? He’d brought this girl and me together.

“To tiny dicks!” she said and burst out laughing.

“To micropenises!” I said loudly.

Fuck, I’d definitely stepped out of my professional role already. And I was only a few swallows in. The alcohol was seeping directly into my massively dehydrated bloodstream and straight into my brain’s inhibition centers, disabling them effectively. I knew I should be drinking about a liter of water before hitting this stuff.

But it felt good to unwind. So fucking good. I realized that Mary Sue was the first real friend I’d connected with within Baton Rouge. We both drank more. And smiled at each other.

“Fuck. I’m only going to drink with topless women from now on,” she said. “It breaks the ice so much better.”

“Indeed. Do you want to catch up with me? Pretend we’re in Iceland or someplace where they sit around in jacuzzis like this all the time.”

She smiled and raised her glass. “To tits!”

“To big tits!” I said heartfully.

“To tits of any size and shape!” she echoed, and we both took big slugs of the blue beast. We were already about halfway through these fucking huge glasses of the stuff. I wondered if there was going to be another blender waiting for us. I decided that since I was staying at this party, I was going to make that happen.

Then Mary Sue stood up and whipped her shirt overhead and unhooked her bra, throwing it dramatically into the sink.

“Yeah, I remember those,” I said hazily, looking at her full breasts. “The field hockey physicals.”

“That’s right! I forgot about that. You’ve already seen these babies.”

“It’s all a blur. Seeing about 50 tits in one afternoon, I don’t remember much of anything. The wrestling team, though. Jesus. Let me tell you. Those guys can do the penis. Let me tell you.”

“Ah,” Mary Sue said wistfully. “I miss that. I’ve almost forgotten what a big dick feels like.”

“This thing happened…” I said, already feeling the alcohol hitting hard and knowing I was saying too much, but also not caring. “With the wrestlers. I was seeing guy after guy for hours. I mean, the dicks just didn’t stop! And by the end, I was giving up on all the polite protocol. I was just like drop your fucking shorts and lay that fucker in my hand.”

“No way!” she spits out some drink from her lips. “You didn’t!”

“Well, almost. It felt like it—this one guy. I’m not going to tell you his name—I’m not that drunk yet! I had him naked on the exam table with his legs spread open; Jesus, his dick was so long it went straight across and then bent down the edge and hung there.”

“You are shitting me.”

“Maybe a little…” I smiled and took another drink of the blue. “Then I had him stand up and do a squat—fucking naked—, and I pulled on his dick. I’d never done that before.”

“Wait. His dick was just hanging down below his body while he was crouched down? Swinging in the breeze?”

“Yeah.”

“Shit. That’s fucking hot. And he was looking at you all submissive, like lady, please just let me stand up and put some clothes on?”

“Yeah, I guess!” I laughed.

“Oh my God. Was his cock like dragging on the floor? You made him rub the head around in the dirt?”

“No, I didn’t make him squat that low. Haha, you have quite an imagination. That sounds too cruel.”

“But you were milking his cock. Yanking on it?”

“Not really yanking. First, I wrapped my hand around the base. Snug-like, with my thumb and fingers, so I could get a good feel.” I demonstrated the motion with my hand in the air. “It was a big cock, even though it was soft, and I could barely close all the way around it. Then I made one long, slow—really fucking slow—pull,” I laughed, “sliding all the way down to the tip.”

“Fuckin-A…” Mary Sue was entranced. Maybe she would be a doctor after this. “What did you tell him you were doing?”

“Checking his penis.”

“And he didn’t say anything? Like what the fuck are you doing, lady?”

“No. Are you kidding me? I’m the doctor. I’m in charge. And those guys liked it, anyway.”

“You didn’t jack him or anything, did you?”

“No, God no.” I thought about Jake guiltily. I didn’t think she knew about that. It was his fault, though, for Christ’s sake.

“Did you see his pre-cum dripping down to the floor?”

“Jesus, I hope not. I didn’t check. But while I held him, I could feel the blood rushing in and his shaft thickening up. When he stood up, his dick didn’t flop down anymore. It was on the diagonal. I didn’t want to embarrass him too much or have it swing around and hit me or some shit, so I ended it there. But Jesus Christ, it would have been easy to take it to another level, playing with them. I could have said I needed to check their urethra at the penis head or something.”

“Oh my God…” Mary Sue said, “Is there any medical treatment that requires you to stick a fat cock into your mouth?”

“Haha, no… Nothing that they taught us, anyway!”

“Fuck, I miss sucking on a fat cock. You know that I’m dominant with Jake. But a big cock with the right shape, and I’ll just melt like butter…” She mocked it with an open mouth and went all silly with her head. “Fuck… they could yank my tits or fuck me in the ass or do anything they wanted with me if they’ve got that.”

“I won’t tell Jake you said that!”

“Actually, you could. He would get turned on by it. The idea that if he had a fat cock that he could enslave me. It’s true. Actually, you know. But he’s just a little boy down there, and he knows it.”

Our laughter faded, and then we both quieted down. I looked at her and sipped again. That story really turned her on and fired up her fantasies. I decided that she was a good match to Jake’s needs for being dominated.

“How is it going with Mr. Pink Panties, anyway? Are you guys good?”

“Yeah. Jake’s a good guy. But… shit. Your stories of the big dicks are making me squirm.” She pulled on her tits while she talked, absent-mindedly, teasing a nipple. That surprised me, but I was cool with it. Talking about sexual things puts one in a mood.

“Jake’s amazing,” she continued. “I mean, he’s such a great guy, really cares about me, and he’s incredible at oral. It sucks like a vacuum cleaner and takes me all the way every time, which is not like most guys. I’m sure you know!”

“Well, I’d like to know more, for sure.” I laughed nervously. “I don’t really have… well—” Mary Sue saved me from more confessional-of-a-sex-starved twenty-something by interrupting.

“With Jake, it’s like good lesbian sex—I get off, but there’s no dick involved. Christ, Jake’s dick isn’t good for anything except he could do that scissoring thing lesbos do. After a while, I just get crazy and absolutely need a real dick inside of me. I mean any dick. Like even if it was a little dick, at least I could feel something!”

“Oh?” I asked, curious if she acted on this need.

“So there’s this guy Bo. It’s funny. He’s what we call ‘the other Jake’ because he’s been best friends with my Jake forever. His first name is actually Jake, too.”

“Yeah, I know. He’s the quarterback. Jake Bo-Champs,” I pronounced the beautiful French name Beauchamps the way I heard Jake say it, which is to say, totally wrong. But locals will be locals. “Detroit” is hardly correct either.

“What? You do?”

“Jake told me. I mean, your Jake did. Jake #1. Told me about Jake #2.”

“Jake #1,” she laughed. “for my Jake. I like that. But wait… Did Jake tell you about Bo? I wonder why.” She went quiet, with a puzzle on her face.

“I did a medical on him. We did talk about his penis, you know. He stripped for me. I had to ask him multiple times before he would undress.”

“Did you try to hold it?”

“What do you mean to hold it? I couldn’t even find it!” We both burst into laughter at that. Mary Sue raised her glass again, and I joined her.

“To micropenises!”

“To dicklettes!” I echoed, and we both slammed our drinks.

Jesus, it was fun to light it up with another girl. I had no idea how much I missed this.

“Do you know how much Jake would love to see this?”

“What, us just talking?”

“You topless like that. He’d go ape shit. He’d grind himself raw and shoot cum everywhere.”

“Why? I have such small tits.” I grabbed my own tits and squeezed them. It felt surprisingly good. Mary Sue had been touching herself as we talked, so it was easy to join her. Inhibitions were heading south anyway with repeated application of the Hawaiians.

“You don’t understand. He loves small tits. Like Kristen Stewart’s. He fucking loves fucking Kristen Stewart.” Mary Sue’s blood alcohol levels were also climbing, it was evident.

“Really? No way. I thought big tits like yours were the only thing guys wanted—lots to grab onto. And to do that motorboat thing… I’d like a guy to do that to me sometime, just to know how it feels.”

Mary Sue took another big slug. It was hitting her harder now too, and she gushed, not taking the bait on my motorboat comment. “You know that movie she’s in, where she strips down for the doctor. And she lays on her side, her little titties, skin so nice and perfect, little bitty nipples, and the doctor puts his stethoscope on her heaving breast?”

“No, I don’t think I’ve seen it. But I can imagine. Sounds hot.”

“It’s a good scene. But Jake asked me—fucking begged me—to put that scene on repeat and give him my vibe so he could rub one out on himself. It was one of our first dates, and that’s when I learned about his whole small penis shit. He would go abso-fucking-lutely nuts to see me talking to you with your tits out like this. You know… you look a lot like her. Like a young, blonde version of her. Same tits.”

“Wow,” I said, reflecting on all of that. Shit.

We both drained our drinks to the bottom. Have to get more of those. They were working wonders.

“Wait,” I said, processing something she said earlier. “What about Bo? You said something about him.”

“What?” she said, now reluctant.

“Come on, dish to your new girlfriend. Are you fucking Bo?” I prodded.

She blushed. “Okay, I’ll spill. But don’t tell anyone!”

“Jesus, of course not. I sure as hell wouldn’t as a doctor, and I wouldn’t go as a friend.”

“I told myself it was okay because I’m dating a guy who has no dick. I mean, I’m not even exaggerating that. The guy literally has almost no dick. It’s never going to give me pleasure. Don’t I deserve some compensation for that?”

“Hmm…” I thought aloud.

“Every now and then—while I’ve been dating Jake—it builds up, and I just can’t fucking stand it, I get so horny, and I need to get fucked. Fucked right, I mean. Like actually fucked by a real man. It’s a physical demand of my body. All those years of evolution, right? Some of us believe in evolution in Lousi-fucking-ana!” She laughed. But I stayed serious.

“You’re cheating on him? How often is every now and then?”

“I don’t know, every month or so?”

“And Bo is who you’re fucking? I thought you left him after the ninth grade?”

“I did. Did Jake tell you that? Why? Shit.”

“He might be a little obsessed with Bo and his dick. I guess. But it doesn’t matter.”

“He’s not gay, do you think?

“Not that I can tell.”

“I do make him wear girl’s clothes, but I thought that was just for the humiliation kink.”

“From what I read on it, that’s probably right. But you’ve never made him get fucked by a guy?”

“No. Shit, that would be wild. I have used toys, of course, when I peg him. He likes that, and I get off on it too, I gotta say. The power trip, I guess. His little expression when he’s about to cum, and I’m jacking that toy in there hard. Ah, fuck…” she smiled. “But Jake fucked in the ass by a dude. Hmm, I wonder…”

“I hate to say, but Mary Sue—can I give you some tough love? Cheating on your man is wrong, even if he has no dick.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ve been worrying about it a lot. Bo has a new girlfriend anyway. She’s here at the party. A wild one. Michelle. So my friend-with-benefits is off the market.”

“It’s good you aren’t crashing their relationship.”

“Bo wouldn’t do it. Anyway, lowkey, I’m kinda scared of Michelle.” She laughed. “But like, actually for real. I wouldn’t want her to catch me with her man’s nine inches deep inside, no matter how good that cock feels in there.”

“Bo is hung that well?” Jesus, I was lit. I would never have asked her this an hour ago.

“Oh fuck, yeah. You didn’t examine him yet? He’s a solid nine inches. And thick. When he fucked me the first time, it took like half an hour for him to get me warmed up enough to take all of him.”

“Jesus. I’m going to stay up all night thinking about that. I didn’t think the cervix could take nine inches.”

“It takes a while to adjust. But it works. And feels pretty fucking amazing. Like you’re totally full down there. There’s no air gap anywhere. Just his cock pushing into you in all directions. And it keeps coming at you.”

“Holy shit. Where can I get one of those?”

“Wanna trade places, and you can have my dickless boyfriend instead for a few nights!”

“Haha. No… you’re the one that signed up for that. Hey—” I changed the subject. “I want another one of those drinks. But first, look, I want to say thanks for talking tonight. I really enjoy this.”

“Fuck yeah, girl!”

I giggled. My defenses were down, and I couldn’t resist going there. “Can I tell you something? A secret?”

“Fuck yeah!” She said this universally applicable response again and looked at her empty drink glass. We both wanted more.

“You can’t tell anybody.”

“Scout’s honor. Lips are sealed.”

“That package there. I ordered it after we talked at the high school. I was curious and wanted to learn more.”

“Can I open it?”

“Yes. In fact, I want to give it to you. Just don’t tell anybody it came from me.”

“Jesus, now I really want to see what’s in there.”

Mary Sue popped up, bouncing her big tits. She bent over to grab the Amazon box and tore it open. Then she started laughing—big guffaws.

“It’s a chastity belt. Oh… my… fucking God!”

I was blushing; I was so embarrassed. “Mary Sue. You can’t tell anybody this was from me. You swore!”

“I know—I won’t,” she said, laughing so hard she could barely talk. “Is this for me to use on Jake?”

“Yes. Well, I don’t know. I thought maybe.”

“You know you bought the woman’s belt, right? There are ones for guys. They have a metal pouch thing in front where the cock lays. To lock it down.”

“So it’s wrong?”

“No! That’s what’s so fucking funny! It’s perfect! He has no cock, so the woman’s one will fit perfectly. Jesus Christ, I’m going to have to make him wear this sometime soon. Listen, I need a drink; I’ll get you one too. Let me see… where can I hide this thing?” She opened up the sink cabinet and wedged it under there.

I sat on the closed toilet seat with my head slumped in my hands. I was so ashamed that I had made this impulse purchase and then confessed it to my new friend. She could tell and bent over and kissed me on the head.

“Julie, it’s great. You didn’t do anything wrong. Thank you so much.” Then she threw her shirt back on over her protuberant boobs—forgoing her bra and instead of stuffing it under the sink to join the chastity belt—and turned to slip out the door, muttering, “My doctor buys me a chastity belt! Fucking hilarious…”

When I recovered sufficiently, I jumped into the shower. It was long, and it was hot; that was all that mattered. I tried to clear my head from the Blue Devil and that entire wild, wacky, wonderful conversation.

The next thing of significance that happened was a loud knock on the door and Mary Sue’s voice. She was all business this time, no more easy times of toasting Jake’s micropenis and drinking the blue devil.

“Julie! Jake is out here. He got real dizzy all of a sudden.”

Fuck, I thought. He did get banged up pretty hard after all.

I was still in the shower. I’d probably used up all of their hot water; I had been in there for so long. My skin was wrinkled up like a prune. Mary Sue poked her head in through the cracked bathroom door. “Should I do something?”

“Bring him in. Just sit him on the toilet there.”

“Bring him in?”

“Yes. Please. Put his head down between his knees.”

“Aren’t you naked?”

“I’ll put a towel on. Sit him down, now.”

“Okay. Just a sec.”

I heard the commotion but returned to the bliss of my hot water, secure behind my shower doors.

“He’s down.”

A different voice popped up from the hallway. A young woman’s. “Mary Sue!” It sounded urgent.

“What now?” she yelled back over the sound of the running shower, annoyed.

“Bryce tipped over the whole fucking punch bowl,” came the yell from the hallway outside.

“On the carpet?”

“Yes. It’s still dripping everywhere.”

“Goddammit! On the Berber in the living room? Sarah, try to stop it! Jesus Christ, my parents are going to kill me.”

“Can you come to tell us what to do?”

“Why does everything have to fucking happen at once,” she muttered to herself.

“Mary Sue,” I said, poking my head out the shower door. “I got this. Just go deal with it.”

“Really?” She didn’t believe me. Or else she didn’t want to leave her boyfriend in the bathroom with a naked woman, which was understandable.

“Jake, just keep your head down. Take deep breaths.”

Mary Sue left with quick thanks.

I wasn’t overly worried about Jake. Some aftershocks like an earthquake were to be expected after a sharp blow to the head. And there wasn’t much to do anyway—if he really was concussed, there would be additional signs. So I just took my time in the shower. The hot water showed no signs of letting up; what did they have, maybe one of those endless flash water heaters?

After a while, I slid the door open and peeked out. Jake was watching me.

“Head is supposed to be down, Jake.”

“Sorry, Doc.” His face was flushed red. Had he been spying on me? I didn’t think to check, but maybe the shower doors weren’t as opaque as I assumed they were.

“You still feeling dizzy?”

He put his head down to his knees. “Yeah, a little.”

I felt emboldened by the alcohol. Plus, I knew that Mary Sue liked to fuck around with this guy. And he enjoyed it, in a way. So I had a brainstorm.

“I’d better check you,” I said, turning off the water for the moment and grabbing a small hand towel from the hook on the bathroom door. I stepped out, dripping water on the throw rug. The towel barely covered a portion of my front, but I kneeled down in front of him anyway and felt his forehead.

Then I pulled his head up and looked him in the eyes. He was trying hard not to stare at my naked body directly in front of him; I could see it in the way his eyes drifted down and then twitched back up fast to meet mine guiltily. I played it cool—the serious doctor.

“It’s hard to tell; there aren’t many physical symptoms of a concussion. Look at me now.” I wiggled a finger between us. “Right at me in the eyes. Good. Your focus looks stable. Try not to move your eyes at all. Look up.”

I pointed upwards. “Hold that there… Okay, to the side.” Pointing again. “Try to hold it absolutely still. I’m looking if the pupils are wiggling. Good. And now down. Same thing. Don’t move your gaze.”

This was evil of me. I was asking him to look straight down at my naked body—the body that he knew he couldn’t have because of his tiny little dick—and stare at it without blinking. I had slyly shifted my towel so that it didn’t cover much of my Kristen Stewart titties. The tension built on his face. I’m not sure where exactly he landed his focal point when he first looked down, but it looked like somewhere on my stomach or naked pussy. I wouldn’t let him move it from that spot.

“Now, look straight ahead. Hold it there. Try not to shift your focus.”

I stood up. It put my crotch directly where he was looking. The towel was drooping somewhere over my mid-section but didn’t cover much. My tits may not be that big, and my ass is probably lacking somewhat too, but if there’s one thing I have, it’s hot abs. Flat and smooth, leading down to a pretty pussy. More of a bush at the moment since I hadn’t shaved in a while—not having sex regularly makes a girl lazy. But a pretty pussy nonetheless.

I just stood there unmoving and let him sweat it out. Take a look at this beautiful body that your pathetic little dick can never have.

“I’m sorry, doc,” he said, breaking the silence, obviously tense and apologetic. “Walking in on you in the shower here.”

I knelt back down to him and shrugged it off. “Oh, I don’t mind at all. I was in here naked with Mary Sue for a while. We were drinking Blue Hawaiians! I just think of you as one of the girls.”

I knew that would send him wild with frustration, so I turned away from him to hang up the hand towel on the rack. Now I was 100% naked in front of him, and I’m sure he was staring directly at my ass. I even dropped the towel “by mistake” and bent over slowly with my legs apart to pick it up, rehanging it. That should have given him a good flash of gaping pussy at the bottom of my ass crack.

Then I turned back around, and just like in my little vision that I had earlier, I tousled the top of his head, mussing up his hair.

“You doing okay?” I asked, concerned. I was still standing up, so he was looking right at my boobs. My little Kristen Stewart boobs.

“Yeah,” he said softly. I knelt down again in front of him. Still naked.

“You’re a good guy, Jake. I feel safe with you.” It was cruel. But that’s how this kink works, I had learned.

“Safe?”

“Yeah, because… you don’t—you know, you can’t…” I waved downwards towards his groin. He looked horrified. While I’d been talking, I tried to do what Mary Sue had done earlier. I let my hand wander up to a tit and squeeze it absent-mindedly. I even fingered the nipple a little and tried to make it look like I didn’t give one fuck. And I kinda actually didn’t, which made it even hotter for him.

“Jake, wait. I ask all the girls. Do you think I need bigger tits to catch a guy?”

“I don’t know…” he stuttered, mumbling, so embarrassed that he didn’t know how to react to being grouped in my girlfriend category. “I think you look really good.”

“But I mean to catch one of those LSU men, like out there at the party. Big college men with their swinging dicks; I need to look my best. Hmm…” I put both hands to my chest and squeezed all the way to my nips, looking down critically at myself, from tit to tit. It’s how I imagined guys think girls act when they’re together, giggling and comparing nipple profiles in the mirror and shit like that.

Then I pushed my tits together hard from the sides. “Maybe if I wore clothes that smashed my boobs together, like this. Right? That would do it? Or lifted them up, you know, to give them more shape?” I rotated my hands under my tits and tried to mash them towards my chin as far as the little things would go, my nips protruding towards him. They were almost like Jake’s tiny dick struggling to be noticed. Except tiny titties are sexy.

I giggled, trying to act like I was talking in secret to Mary Sue or any of my best girlfriends.

Then without waiting for an answer, I jumped back into the shower stall and got my hot water going again. I was getting cold anyway, and I thought that was enough to do the trick. He had been almost drooling as I fondled my tits in front of him. My teasing had been merciless, especially for a guy who was wild about Kristen Stewart’s titties.

Sure enough, after a minute, I peeked out, and he had repositioned himself on the toilet with a hand on his pants, and he was rocking back and forth. Like clockwork, this guy. I wish the stock market was as predictable, and then I could make a million bucks!

I listened and thought I heard faint sounds of pleasure. When I heard a quiet and drawn-out “fuuuuuck…” I knew that my mischievous plan had achieved its goal.

“What’s that?” I asked innocently, opening the door to look. He shifted suddenly on his seat at the toilet, embarrassed as fuck to see me catching him in the act. It was pretty obvious he had cum in his pants. His jeans were still on—I assume because he didn’t want to risk his girlfriend walking in to find him pantless with a naked doctor. Or maybe he was just lazy.

And speaking of Mary Sue, just then there was a knock, and she entered.

“The fuck!” she said, taking in the situation very quickly. “Jake did you… Oh my God!”

There was silence. I ducked back into the shower to avoid insulting my new friend. Best to let her pilot a way out of this. I hoped she wouldn’t be mad that I had fucked around with her boyfriend. But I thought I had behaved in her same spirit? I waited to find out if I had gambled right.

“Jake Purcell! My naughty boy! You fucking jerked off with Doc Netten right here in the bathroom? My God! You must be feeling better, I guess? No more concussion?” She sounded mad, but I wasn’t sure if it was playing mad or really mad. She was a convincing actress, so it was hard to tell. In a way, given Jake’s small dick and his desire for role-playing all this SPH stuff, I decided that he had lucked into a great situation with Mary Sue. Not many girls would do all this for their man, I thought.

“Sorry, ma’am.” He was talking to Mary Sue. I was now just a bystander. He seemed honestly shaken by his actions.

“Sorry, my ass. There will be a punishment for this. Stand up.” It sure sounded like she wasn’t fucking around! After she said this, she popped her head into my shower, not surprised to find me listening closely with my ear at the sliding door. She whispered. “Julie, is it okay if he stands up? For the concussion, I mean?”

I knew from the question and from her tone of voice that she wasn’t pissed at me, and I was very glad. “Just gently,” I answered, “and not for long.” She nodded and popped back out. I didn’t have time to apologize or explain what happened. As I went back to my shower, I realized I was probably the slow one here—she was a sharp cookie, and the situation didn’t need any explanation. I had bought the fucking chastity belt, after all; I wasn’t so opaque myself.

“The doc says you can stand up. Just be slow. And only long enough to get those pants off. Mama’s going to see what you’ve done.”

I couldn’t not watch this! So I peeked out. To her credit, and belying her tough act with the words, Mary Sue was gently holding Jake by the arm and helping him stand up slowly. It was sweet, and I even formed a little tear in my eye seeing the way she took care of him.

“Get those dirty pants off, now!” she barked out.

I went back to my shower for a moment to let them do their thing. When I looked back out, he was butt naked and holding his beloved pink panties up near his mouth.

“Suck those things. I want all the cum off them now!”

My eyes went wide. Jesus Christ, this domme doesn’t fuck around. He sucked dutifully. I guessed he was used to eating his own cum. It was a little gross to me but go figure.

“Over here, too,” she said, commanding him, pointing to spots on the jeans she was holding inside out. Look at all those gobs. Christ. You’d think you hadn’t nutted in a month. Into your mouth, it goes now. And swallow. Lick the rest clean.”

While he obeyed her, she noticed me watching. “Julie, I’d like your help with something.”

“Yes?” I said, unsure what was next. A little excited, but also a little nervous. She had confidence and momentum that was hard to stop, so I hoped I liked what direction she was taking this.

“Jake, I have something for you to wear. While those panties dry out.” She fished the belt out from below the sink. His eyes went super wide.

“I’ve got to wear that thing?”

“Yes. Julie, do you think this would look good on him?” She held it up against him.

“Yeah,” I laughed a little. It did look funny. The girlie design of the belt’s straps contrasted with his manly legs and pubes. “Honestly, it’s going to look a little weird with all the hair.”

“Good point.” She took a look herself at the belt against his groin. “Jake, you have let things get away from yourself down there. We need to get you prettied up like a nice little girl before we put this belt on you. Hmm…”

She pulled back and thought it over. Or was pretending to think it over. Thinking back on it, it’s likely she had all of this dialed in long before. She was almost always a woman with a plan. And maybe she was actually providing me some sex therapy in a roundabout way, I realized with a shock. She continued.

“Julie, I’m going to ask a huge favor; can I send my little boy into the shower so you can shave him? Boy bitch clits don’t deserve man hair, anyway.”

Oh my God, Mary Sue, I thought. You really don’t fuck around. I was kind of stunned and didn’t answer. Shave a naked guy in the shower?

“I’ll join you guys in a sec. Go ahead, Jake—move slowly, okay? Hop in there with Julie. That’s it. Let me find a good razor.”

It was a big job. His chest and back were mostly hairless naturally, but we had to work hard on his legs and ass. And, of course, his pubes. Mary Sue jumped in for that, thankfully. I didn’t want to deal with his wrinkly scrotum and asshole and shit like that. That’s for girlfriends to deal with!

She made him stand up and hold his hands on his head, and spread his legs for us. When he gazed too long at my naked figure standing there next to him in the shower, Mary Sue shamed him and picked up the bar of soap.

“You can’t be watching the doctor. She’s my friend, and it’s rude to stare at her beautiful body. Little boys don’t deserve that. Open up, Jake.”

“Fuck…” he muttered, knowing what was coming. This must have been one of their routines.

“Open it.”

He opened his mouth, and she jammed the soap in. He gagged. It must have tasted terrible. A tear came to his eye with the discomfort—and shame—but after Mary Sue’s discipline, I was able to watch him without him eyeballing me back.

She turned him around.

“Jesus, we’ve got to clean that dirty butt crack.”

She took the soap out of his mouth and ran it up and down on his asshole a number of times. The suds filled the crack and spilled out over his ass cheeks.

“Open up,” she said again after she was done, holding the soap up by his mouth, ass-end first.

“Hmmph,” he groaned, not wanting to get that dirty thing shoved back in.

“It’s soap. It’s always clean,” she argued. I’m not sure her point was technically correct. I could see some hairs and discoloration on the soap amidst all the lathery bubbles. Another reason why I always use liquid soap out of a bottle!

He opened reluctantly, and she shoved it in hard. “Now stay like that, and I will clean your asshole.” Which she did, slowly and with attention to detail. That part probably felt good.

But the razor didn’t. She was quick with it, not stopping for his squirming. There were a number of nicks. And when she attacked his scrotum, lookout. I couldn’t watch.

Finally, she got to his dick itself. I was glad she was doing it and not me. Then she stood back.

When he sported the pubic hair, what I had seen in my office at school, his dick barely peeked out of the mass of black pubes. It had been almost like he didn’t have a dick at all. I thought anything would look better than that. I was wrong. Without the hair to cover, the tiny pink stub was left alone on this field of ab and groin muscle because Jake was a strong athlete and was quite ripped. Everything down to the line just above his penis was beautiful. But then this little thing poked out there, above these huge hairless balls.

“Done,” Mary Sue said, looking at what she’d done. “Haha,” she started laughing.

“Oh my God,” I said and joined her. It was one of the most pathetic things I’d ever seen.

“Jesus, guys,” he said, turning bright red and begging to cover himself.

“No, keep your arms up. We’ve got to enjoy this. Turn to the side.”

“Fuck…” he moaned but obeyed.

“This has got to be some kind of record,” said Mary Sue. “Julie, didn’t you learn in medical school what the smallest dick ever was? Does this beat it?”

“They didn’t teach us that kind of stuff.”

“They should have! Let’s measure him!” She was excited.

I giggled. “You have a ruler?”

“Wait… I can get one. It’s worth it to do this right.”

“Mary Sue…” Jake begged. “Really? Do you have to?”

“Yes, honey. It’s all part of your punishment. Remember you nutted all over yourself peeking at my friend when she was naked. That was naughty.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said reluctantly.

“Hang on,” she said, stepping out of the shower and dripping again on the throw rug. She just put a towel around herself.

“You’re going out to the party like that?” I asked.

She flashed a grin. “Why not? It’s getting late enough. I don’t think I’m the only one that’s getting down to it out there by now! Hey—you can try to get him hard, and I’ll be back in a sec. Tickle his balls or something. Measuring him soft would be too cruel.”

I looked at Jake as she left and wiggled my eyebrows. “You and me,” I said. The water was running—still warm—and I was in a shower, naked, with a grown man. Dickless man, but if I didn’t look down, it was pretty sexy.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he said earnestly. “About peeking at you.” He didn’t mention the nutting off.

“I know.” I was sincere and smiled. “I was fucking with you. It’s okay; I didn’t mind. To be honest, I haven’t had a lot of attention on my body lately. I liked it.”

“You are so hot.”

“Mary Sue said you go for the Kristen Stewart type.”

“Fuck, yeah. I really do. I don’t know why it turns me on so much. Mary Sue’s hot too, though,” he added, making sure to establish that.

“She is. You are a lucky guy to have her, you know?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

I put my hand on his pec muscles and felt his rippling flesh. “You are a sexy guy.”

Then I knelt down to his crotch. I was trying not to, but I just couldn’t help but start to giggle at the ridiculous sight of that pink stubbie sticking out towards me. “But… Jesus, you have a tiny little dick. Let’s just call it a peepee, okay? Oh my God! Haha.”

I looked up, and he had turned his head away in sheer embarrassment. It must be so fucking hard to be him.

“Sorry, my bad. Let’s get down to business. Oh—I see you’ve already started.” The little sexy talk he had with me had done a lot of my work. I think because he had the good blood flow of an athlete and his dick was so small, it sprang to attention super fast.

“Well, let’s make sure it’s as big as can be, for the ruler. Tickle your balls, she said, right?”

“That would do it,” he said, recovering from the offense of my giggling. “Can I touch your tit?”

I paused. I wasn’t sure when the joking fucking around stopped, and the really fucking started. I didn’t want to actually fuck this guy. Not that I think he could anyway, in any traditional sense of the word.

“Okay, I suppose I owe you that after laughing. Jesus, I’m sorry about that.” I got more serious and guided his hand to my hardened nipple. He held it and squeezed tentatively. He wasn’t very confident.

His balls were something else. Now shaved, they were like tennis balls down there. I ran my fingers from back to front and all around. It was easy to stimulate him; there was so much surface area. I thought about putting my tongue down there but decided that was more than Mary Sue had granted.

But it turns out it was more than enough anyway.

“Back!” Mary Sue shouted as she came back in, and she smacked the ruler against her own hand. “We can use this for other things too, haha,” she joked, but right then, as Jake was getting his balls scratched and feeling up my tit, he nutted again, and this time it shot all over my face.

The dude had emptied himself not a half-hour before, and already he had this much production. How the hell did his bodywork like that?

I coughed and wiped a gob off my nose and mouth.

“Jesus!” Mary Sue said as she threw off the towel and jumped in with us. “Jake! Not again! For Christ’s sake. I can’t leave you alone with her for a moment! Fuck!”

I can’t tell if she was appalled or just incredulous.

“Oh my God,” I said, looking at Mary Sue. “It’s all over my face. And tits. I just tickled him a little, I swear!” I looked down, and his sticky cum had run down my chin and onto my breasts.

When we cleaned up—and Mary Sue finally got me some clothes to change into—we emerged back to the party, which was well along by this point. She ran off to get us another well-deserved pair of Hawaiian Blues, and Jake and I stood there watching the crowd silently for a bit.

A tall and athletic young man came over and had an eager smile on his face. “Jake, buddy! Where have you been?”

I answered for him. “I’ve been helping him recover from his fall.”

Jake spoke up. “Bo, this is Dr. Netten.”

“Call me Julie,” I said again. It was hard to shuck the title.

“Julie, this is Bo,” Jake rephrased.

“Ah, so you are Bo. Nice to meet you,” I said.

Mary Sue returned with two glasses of bright blue liquid just as a vivacious woman popped up beside Bo.

“Guys guys guys guys guys!” she said, her excitement running about a hundred MPH. Within two seconds, I could tell this girl was going to be a lot to handle for all of us.

“And this is Michelle,” Bo said, looking down at his short but energetic girlfriend.

“Guys!” she repeated for the sixth time, looking eagerly across all our faces. She was quite a ways into her alcohol for the night. “We’re going to play a game. You’re going to play, right? It’s called Babe Lincoln! It’s going to be so fucking great. You’re in?”

 

To Be Continued…?

 

*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed.