Page 24 of Reality Girl, Ep. 3

His eyes shot wide and he straightened his posture. “Like how?”

He seemed so juvenile. It was obvious that playing football and managing the hardware store in Dumpville, Nebraska hadn’t enlightened him much on how to interact with women.

I let out a sigh. “If you were fucking me right now, and you got to say anything you wanted, and no matter what it was, you knew I wouldn’t get mad at you, what would you say?”

“If we were going at it now?”

My eyes dropped to the floor. I let out an exhaustive sigh and then looked up. “Just say when you were fucking that Karen chick last night, that you knew she would absolutely love anything that you said or did, what would you have done?”

“I would have fucked her in the ass.” He twisted his mouth to the side and shrugged. “That’s something I’ve always wanted to do to someone.”

The thought of him fucking anyone in the ass with his five-pound cock was laughable. “Okay, what else?”

“I’d like it if I was talking shit,” he said. “You know, just say some stuff, like the guys in porn videos.”

“I’m not into porn, so you’ll have to enlighten me,” I said, lying through my teeth. “What kind of stuff?”

“You want me to say it?” He glanced around the room. “Now?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, man. I don’t know. It seems kind of weird saying it to you. I mean, you’re cool and all, but I don’t know.”

I rubbed my face with my hands and tried to maintain my composure. After growing increasingly more frustrated, I lowered my hands and looked at him. “Fuck yes, take that big dick. You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?” I said in a manly voice. “Do you mean something like that?”

He grinned a cheesy smile. “Yeah.”

“Okay, that’s one way you can do it. Some girls like it, and some don’t,” I explained. “You can kind of get the whole thing started by saying something like, your little pussy is so fucking tight. It feels good as fuck. And then you wait and see what she says.”

“And she’d like it?”

“She’d like it a lot more than you saying nothing, I can guarantee you that. And another thing. When you’re doing it, don’t put your hands on your hips.”

“What else am I going to do with them?”

Oh. My. God.

“Have you spent your entire life in Nebraska?” I asked.

“Yeah, why?”

Kelli was on point with her hillbilly remark, and it was becoming more obvious with each passing minute.

I innocently shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t know, just wondering.”

He tossed his yogurt containers in the trash and then looked at me. “Are we going to get some girls from the bar?”

“That was the plan. Then, we’ll make it look like you’re bringing them home without me knowing it. You’ll sneak them in the back door or whatever. We’ll have to make sure they’ll sign the waiver before you mess with them, though. Just so we don’t waste a bunch of time.”

He carried his plate to the sink and then turned to face me. His mouth curled into a huge grin. “How many do you think I can bone before I go home?”

Solely based on looks, getting girls to hook up with him would be easy. The only two problems I could come up with were his lack of personality and his massive dick.

“When you pick up girls at home, do you tell them up front about your dick? You know, how big it is?”

He coughed out a laugh. “Back home everybody knows about it. That’s why I wanted to come here.”

“What do you mean?”