Bouncy

by B. Sobjakken

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Every jump swung the giant schlong between his legs, leaving nothing to the imagination about his weapon of mass vaginal destruction.

I would lick him like a dessert, every inch of that glistening skin.

She waggles her eyebrows. “He’s looking to add his banana to that fruit salad.” I blink. “What?” “You know, batter-dipping the corn dog. Creaming your twinkie,” she says, a faint smile curling on her lips is the only inclination that she’s not serious. I’m stunned silent for a second, so she continues, “Bringing the al dente noodle to the spaghetti house.”

Callum starts to walk to his back office up the stairs. I raise my hand, waving in a jerky motion. “Have a nice dick—I mean day. Day! Oh my god.”

“I’m not hitting on him,” I say, incredulously. “I think you need to. Like it says you gotta take charge, grab Callum by his large hammer and ask him to nail you.”

If I let myself consider that she watches because she’s just as attracted to me, I know I can make the moves to devour Acacia’s untouched honeypot.

He pulls me closer and steps into me. His hand cups my cheek and his thumb swipes at my lip. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

She tastes like mine, and there won’t be another day where she doesn't know that.

“It means that if we want to chance it, and you get pregnant… then I want it with you. If nothing comes of it, but you want to pause till you can get on birth control or you want me to use condoms, then I’m okay with either of those options. If you want me to get you the morning after pill, I will. This is your choice, Acacia.” My stomach turns and I move my food to the nightstand. “What do you want?” He grimaces, rubbing at his jaw. “I think this is a choice you have to make without my input.”