I shot him a look. “Hatchet wound?”
He nodded. “Hatchet wound. That’s what we call it. Looks like she got hit between the legs with a hatchet. You know, an axe.”
“I’m from Kansas. I know what a hatchet it. That’s gross.”
He shrugged. “All the skinny girls have ‘em.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah. And curvy girls have tiny ones.”
“What am I?”
He looked at Nerd.
“Jesus,” I said. “Just tell me.”
He turned to face me. “Curvy. Kind of.”
“So, my twat’s medium sized?”
He cocked his head and shrugged.
I’d always thought my pussy was tight, but I’d never made any kind of comparison to another woman’s. I figured if anyone knew, it would be the two idiots beside me. “I’ll accept that.”
“Pan out and hand me another jerky,” I said. “Let’s watch her get dicked.”
He handed me a Slim Jim and widened the field of view. “You know what?”
I bit the end of the jerky off and stared at the monitor. “What’s that?”
“You’re pretty cool for a girl,” he said.
“No shit,” Nerd chimed.
“Thanks. Now be quiet. I want to hear what they’re saying.”
Eric wasn’t vocal at all. He’d been fucking her for ten solid minutes, and had yet to say a single word. Karen, on the other hand, was moaning like a cow.
With his hands on his hips, Eric continued his steady pace. If anything, he seemed to lack interest. After the initial shock of watching him try to penetrate her, what we were left with was rather boring. Karen seemed to be the only one enjoying it, and from what I could see and hear, she was having an orgasm about every three strokes.
“He’s got no game,” I said.
“Sure doesn’t,” Afro agreed.
I shook my head and let out a sigh. “He needs a coach.”
“Don’t look at me,” he said.
“That’s not what I meant. I’ll do it. He just needs to know what girls like, and that isn’t it.” I pointed at the monitor. “Look at him. He’s got his hands on his hips.”
After a few more boring strokes, Eric made an announcement.
“I’m gonna come.”
“I…want…to…watch.” Karen said between breaths.
“Oh,” I screeched. “Here comes the money shot.”