Page 15 of Reality Girl, Ep. 3

I took a quick glance at the monitor. Eric was still dressed, and he was talking to Karen.

“Either of you guys like to make bets?” I asked.

“Like what?” Afro asked.

“I bet his cock is so big that he can’t get it all the way in.”

He glanced at the monitor and then at me. “The guy with the muscles?”

“He’s the only one in the room with a cock. As far as I know, anyway.”

“Pussies are pretty pliable,” he said. “They stretch.”

“I know.” I chuckled. “I’ve got one.”

He looked at the nerd and then at me. “What’s the bet?”

“Fifty bucks,” I said.

He gave a nod. “Bet.”

“I’ll take that action,” Nerd said. “She’s no novice.”

I smiled and looked at the monitor positioned directly above me. “Can you zoom in and out?”

“Pan, zoom, switch cameras. We’ve got every angle covered,” Afro said.

I rubbed my hands together. “Popcorn?”

“Beef jerky,” he said.

“Give it up.”

After handing me a Slim Jim, we all took a seat and watched the giant dick debacle unfold.

“I ain’t looking to be in a relationship or anything,” Eric said. “I just--”

Karen laughed. “Did I say I wanted to get married? I want to fuck. That’s it.”

She pulled her shirt over her head and reached behind her back.

“All business,” Nerd said. “Gotta respect that.”

She took off her bra and tossed it aside. After wrestling her shorts down her legs, she peeled off her panties and dropped them at her feet.

“We’ve got grass on the field!” Nerd announced.

“What the fuck?” Afro gasped. “What is that?”

He grabbed the laptop, switched cameras, and zoomed in on her crotch a little. “A fucking landing strip,” he said with a laugh. “Haven’t seen one of those in a while.”

“It’s not a strip,” Nerd argued. “Looks like a merkin.”

“What the fuck’s a merkin?” I asked.

“A wig.” He wagged his finger toward the monitor. “Zoom in a little more.”

Afro zoomed in. After bringing nothing but Karen’s crotch into view, it seemed her pussy was wearing a little hair hat.