Page 38 of Reality Girl, Ep. 3

Chapter Fourteen

Clutchinga box of 120 meat sticks, I sat in the center of the room and stared at the monitor. Appropriately, Ballerina legs had her hair in a ballerina bun. A cotton summer dress and flats topped off the ensemble, and gave comical relief to the fact that she didn’t wear tights and little gold slip on shoes.

“She reminds me of a ballerina with those skinny little legs,” I said.

“She reminds me of a that sexy little bitch on that sitcom,” Nerd said.

“Which one?”

“Big Bang Theory.”

“Kaley Cuoco?”

“Yeah. That’s who I’ll be imagining if they start fucking.”

“When they start fucking,” I said.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” he said.

“At least you’re not thinking of me.”

“Until they start?” He turned toward me and looked me up and down. “I might be.”

“Stop being gross.”

I stared at the monitor as I gnawed on a meat snack. They sat in the edge of the bed and started making out. Two seconds into it, Eric started squeezing her boobs over her dress.

Nerd shoved himself away from the bench and jumped from his seat. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Give him a minute,” I said. “I told him to go slow.”

“Wake me up when this shit’s over,” Afro said.

Nerd began to pace the length of the narrow room while Afro fumbled with the wrapper on a Slim Jim. While each of them were distracted, Eric pulled her dress over her head and unclasped her bra.

I pulled another meat snack from the box. “Got some titty going on,” I said flatly.

Four eyes shot to the monitor.

“Jesus. Look at the tits on that bitch,” Nerd said. “They’re perfect.”

Eric leaned down and began to lick and suck her nipples, alternating from one boob to the other. In a matter of seconds, the right leg of his shorts began to rise rapidly.

With Mr. Muscles sucking her tits while she sat on the edge of the bed in her panties, Ballerina legs looked like a bun-sporting porn queen on the cusp of getting annihilated by her super-big-dicked co-star.

After giving each of her tits a workout, Eric stood. The front of his shorts were stretched to their limit.

Without speaking, she slipped off the edge of the bed and crouched in front of him. With her eyes locked on his, she reached for his zipper.

“Please, God. Let her suck that man’s cock like a pro,” Nerd begged.

She unbuttoned his shorts, unzipped them, and tugged against the waist. A few yanks later, and his swollen schlong sprung free, all but slapping her in the face.

“Wrap your lips around my big dick,” Eric said.

His monotone demand didn’t sound very convincing. She batted her eyes a few times, stretched her jaw wide, and looked up. My eyes shot from one monitor to the next, getting a different viewing angle of the slow-moving sexual train wreck from each one.

She reached for his cock, gripped it in her dainty hand, and opened her mouth. Crouched in front of him with her butt pressed against the backs of her calves, her body was sheer perfection. Her gravity defying boobs hung from her chest magnificently. Her perky nipples pointed straight out, giving hint to her state of arousal.