Page 47 of Dirty Reads

“So, compare the weirdo’s cock to something.”

“Uhhm. Like, maybe, I dunno. Like those sausages. The big ones. Bratwurst. Yeah, like a bratwurst.”

“Bratwurst dick?”

“Uh huh.” She nodded. “Just like that.”

“Lemme see your arm.” I said.

I was what most would describe as curvy, but I wasn’t a big girl. Katie was a skinny meth-head looking bitch. She didn’t do drugs, but she could pass for a coke whore for sure. She was five foot three and weighed all of 100 pounds if she was dressed in a parka.

“From your elbow to where your hand starts, and a little thicker than that skinny little wrist of yours. Ten fucking inches, bitch.”

She slapped her hand against my shoulder. “Get out of here.”

“Quit fucking hittin’ me,” I said. “And yeah, I’m serious.”

“His dick’s as big as my arm?”

“Uh huh. No shit. Ten thick inches of it.”

I liked saying it.

Ten inches.

“Holy crap. So being fucked by him is like being fisted?”

“You’re gross. Did Roe do that shit, too?”

“Uh huh.”

“That’s nasty.”

“It feels so good,” she said.

“If it feels like Dick’s dick, yeah, I’ll give you that. But I’m not looking to have a guy shove his hand up my puss.”

She shrugged. “So, what’s he like?”

“He’s a prick. A complete asshole. But I like him.”

“Assholes are the best. Well. Some of them,” she said. “The good kind of asshole, or the bad kind?

I had an idea of what she was talking about, but I wanted to hear it from her. “What’s the difference?”

“The good ones are just dicks. The bad ones are mean and slap you around or punch your face. I like good assholes, they make me feel loved.”

It made perfect sense.

To me.

I felt the exact same way. A guy ordering me around and telling me what to do, then talking shit to me when he wasn’t happy with me made me feel like he cared, as senseless as it sounded. “I agree totally.”

She sighed. “I need a guy like that.”

I grinned. Talking to her about him made me feel like whatever I had with Dick was significant, although I really knew it wasn’t. In the end, I was a chick he was banging. For the time being, I’d live with it. I was just happy he opened up to me and that I was able to see him more than the one time he initially agreed to.

“Is he into freaky shit?”