Page 31 of Reality Girl, Ep. 3

My eyes shot to him. “Seriously?”

“When you wear those little cut-offs with the flower on them? Uhhm. Yeah.”

I knew the shorts he was talking about. They were my favorites. Having him reference them, however, was kind of creepy.

“Okay. You’re starting to creep me out,” I said.

“Don’t worry,” he said with a laugh. “If this goes how I think it will, you’ll be old news in a few minutes.”

I turned toward the monitor. “Good.”

Eric and Ballerina legs walked into the bedroom. He pointed out the cameras. “See? They’re everywhere.”

She looked at the camera, smiled, and waved. “Hi.”

“Damn, that’s one cute little bitch,” Nerd said.

I rolled my eyes.

“Jerky?” Afro asked.

“Sure.”

He handed me a Slim Jim. By the time my attention went to the monitor, Eric was stripped down to his boxers and she was wearing her bra and panties.

“Jesus,” I said. “They’re wasting no time.”

He gnawed on the beef stick. “Doesn’t look like it.”

They climbed on the bed and got under the covers. After a little kissing, she disappeared under the blanket. It was no secret where she was, and although she hadn’t made the announcement yet, it was obvious from the motion of the blanket that she’d found Eric’s prize.

“What the fuck?” Nerd exclaimed. “What is this shit? The PG version?”

He took off his glasses and glared at Afro. “Dude.”

“Don’t look at me,” he said. “I can’t fix it.”

He set his glasses on the edge of the makeshift bench and rubbed his eyes. “First, he bends some merkin wearing bitch over the bed and pounds her from behind. When he’s done, he pulls out and blows a quart of cum all over her face. From that he goes to getting a handy under the covers? Seriously? Are we in fucking high school?”

“Maybe she’s a prude,” Afro said.

“The dude’s hung like a rhinoceros. She had to know that. And, she came home with him to a house that’s rigged with cameras. She’s not a prude. He’s fucking with us. He made us watch the chick with the moose knuckle, and now he’s keeping the good shit under the covers.”

I shot him a look. “Moose knuckle?”

“It’s like a camel toe, only worse.” He reached for his glasses. “Google it sometime.”

Ballerina leg’s head emerged from under the covers. She situated herself into a seated position on Eric’s torso with the blanket draped over her shoulders.

He cupped her boobs in his hands and began softly squeezing them.

“Fuck yes,” Nerd said. “Get those titties out. Toss the bra, Rhino. C’mon. I know you want to.”

His massive biceps flared as he continued squeezing them, all the while being cautious not to allow either of them to pop out of their confines.

They exchanged a few whispers, all of which were indiscernible. The boob rubbing continued, and she whispered something else.

Eric shook his head adamantly, but continued to knead her flesh in his massive hands.