It’s hard to find a job that pays enough to live on anymore, and it’s IMPOSSIBLE to find an affordable apartment, so when my friend told me his sister needed a roommate, I was very interested. I went and checked out the place. It was pretty nice! Rent was cheap too, and on top of all that, his sister turned out to be nice. She was just a couple of years older than me and had a beautiful face and a curvy body. I have to admit I do love big boobs and a big butt! She also wore glasses, which for me, was over the top. I LOVE girls in glasses.

After talking to her, I learned her name was Farria, and we had a lot in common! Turns out, we’re both a bit nerdy, being into Sci-fi and cartoons and all kinds of stuff. Also turned out we were both into smoking a bowl, so we smoked and talked. We talked for a long time and decided it would be a good fit, so I moved in.

Once I’m settled in, things are great! We lived without interrupting each other, and we hung out at night and smoked and watched TV. It was great until Farria came home from work in a huff.

“GOD, I hate working at that place! Thank God it’s the weekend! Hey, tonight, instead of just smoking, we’re drinking!” She sat a bottle of Captain Morgan’s on the table. I’m not much of a drinker, but I like to party, and I wasn’t about to deny her. Clearly, she needed this.

Ow. My head. Wtf, sunshine? I open my eyes to find myself lying backward across my bed sideways. My back hurts. I passed out this way and didn’t move all night. Shit, what happened to the night?

I got up and went out of my room. I could smell coffee, so I assumed Farria was up and in the kitchen. I walked in, “Hey, I smell coffee. May I have some?”

She had been turned toward the counter with the coffee pot on it, but she spun around with a cup in her hand and extended it to me. She smiles as she passes me the cup. Well, not a smile, more like a grin. A huge grin.

“Uhh, thank you?”

“You are SOOO welcome! I figured you’d need it. You got REAALLY drunk last night!” She’s still grinning at me.. this is getting weird.

“Yeah, I guess I must have been. My head hurts.”

She giggles a little but quickly stifles it back.

“Ummm, are you OK?” I asked.

“I am SOOO ok! I’m great, actually!”

I know I haven’t known her for a long time at this point, but I have never seen her act so chipper.

“So! You’re pretty hungover,” she said sarcastically. “Huh? Yeah, I bet. Do you remember much of last night?”

“No, actually. The last thing I remember was you saying we were gonna drink. Why? What happened?”

“Well, I’ll be honest with you. I’ve been debating how to handle this. I figured from how drunk you were, you wouldn’t remember, and I didn’t know if I should tell you or not.. but I’ve decided. I’m going to tell you.”

She had the most interesting look on her face. Her smile was gorgeous, yet somehow also predatory.

“OK,” I said, not knowing what to expect, but I was starting to worry.

“Well, we were drinking. YOU got drunk REAL fast. I took the opportunity to ask you a question I’d been wondering about for a while. I mean, I’ve gotten to know you. You’re fun, you’re funny, you’re fairly handsome. Why do you always stay home with me instead of going out dating?”

My heart skips a beat. I know the answer, but I didn’t TELL HER, did I?

“Without skipping a beat, without hesitation, do you know what you told me?”

“No.”

“You told me that’s the reason you never date,” She air quotes date with her fingers, so I guess this is verbatim. She even lowers her voice in a mock imitation of me. “Is because you have a very tiny penis!”

As she finished the word ‘penis,’ she broke into gales of laughter. Like, arms wrapped around herself, trying to contain herself, kind of laughter.

“And THEN, I said I didn’t believe you, so I didn’t even have to prompt you,”

NO… I didn’t…

“You DROPPED YOUR PANTS and proved to me that you have a tiny pee-pee!”

She breaks down into more laughter. I die inside. I didn’t. I wouldn’t. I’ve been so afraid to show it to a woman. I’ve been so careful! Did repressing all this my whole life cause my truth to burst out of me when my inhibitions were lowered?

“You were totally limp too! It was SOOOOO tiny,” she said hysterically. “You have the most adorably cute little pee-pee I’ve ever seen! Do you know what happened next?”

I didn’t, but I was sure it would be mortifying.

She said, “I told you it looked like a little button, and I wanted to push it! I told you I wanted to ‘boop’ your button!” And you LET ME!” She squealed with delight. “You let me kneel, right face to face with your little button pee-pee, and I went ‘BOOP!'”

And to illustrate, she ‘booped’ me right on the tip of my nose. I died inside. This beautiful woman I’ve become close to not only knows I have a tiny penis, but she finds it downright laughable! She clearly will never take me seriously as a man” ever again.

“I wanna boop it again. Right now,” she said.

“WHAT? NO! That’s never happening again!” I cried.

“Oh, really? Oh, OK. Well, that stinks. I guess I’ll have to look at all the pictures you let me take of it last night!”

She pulled her phone out and started showing me picture after picture of a particular appendage that I was all too familiar with.

“I love THESE in particular. Remember? Oh, why are you blushing? You weren’t this shy last night, remember? I asked you how small it was, and you said you weren’t sure, so you…” She turns her phone to me again to show me my ultimate humiliation. “LET ME MEASURE IT! Remember now? See, I took pictures just in case you didn’t. See? Limp, you were only an inch and a half! See??”

I could see. Dear God, of course, I could see.

“And then! We got it hard, remember? It took you a LOOONG time tugging on that squishy little worm until the little guy stood up. It took so long that I figured you HAD to remember that! See? Look! We got it up to four inches!” She laughs. “Four WHOLE inches!” Gales of laughter.

“Uhh, no, sorry, no memories,” were all the words I could make out.

My face felt so hot. I must have been red as a beet! I could barely move. I felt like I was frozen to the spot.

“So anyway! The way I figure it is this, if you don’t want me to show these pictures to all your friends and family, you’ll let me boop it again. I think you’ll let me boop it whenever and WHEREVER I want to.”

“But… But… But, please, no…”

“Ok, then I get to boop it, however, whenever, wherever I want! You’ll let me do whatever I want with it, or your perfectly precious puny pee-pee will become famous among your friends. Oh, and I’m still going to show it to MY friends, it’s just too funny not to! I’ll probably boop you in front of them, so be ready for that. But I’m sure nobody I know knows anybody YOU know.” She giggled again.

I’m sure she plans to make sure everyone I know knows about it too. My little pee-pee was about to become infamous.

She looked me in the eye and slowly approached me. I was still frozen. Still frozen as she came up, face to face with me. Still frozen, she looked down and started pulling down the front of my shorts. Still frozen as I feel the cold air come in contact with my nervously shriveled little button. Still frozen as I feel that soft, warm little fingertip on MY tip.

“BOOP!”

 

The End.

 

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