I’m confused, scared, and slightly aroused. This is the first time a girl (other than my mom) has been in my room. I can’t tell if my stiffness is from my fear or from the blood rushing to my crotch. One of my fantasies to be alone with a hawt girb in my room has come true.
Kimberly’s eyes shift around as she suddenly bends her thicc legs and pulls out a spiked whip, assuming a combative stance.
“We aren’t alone,” she says, ruining my hopes and dreams.
However, I have no time to complain in my internal monologue when an unnaturally low voice calls out. This is the voice I wish I had.
“We had an agreement that we would get next pick.”
“Sorry, but this kid is a student at my school, so I’ll let you have the next two alright.”
“I’ll let this one slide, but you better keep your word. Otherwise . . .”
“Yea yea, I know.”
“Good. I’ll take my leave”
The conversation ended as quickly as it began. Unfortunately, I still had no fucking clue what was happening. However, I knew one thing. I have to be the one to initiate the conversation, otherwise, it would give her the idea that I’m a shy pansy-ass beta male.
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She appears to be thinking deeply about something. I bet she is thinking about how she can seduce me with her thicc thighs. This is my best chance to show off my masculinity and make her fall for me.
I adjust my messy clothing and take a deep breath as I confidently take long strides toward her position. When I am an arms length away and make mental preparations for my secret art.
Even with my vast knowledge, intellect, and skill, this technique is extremely difficult for me to perform. The timing has to be perfect and the movement flawless.
*Cough* I clear my throat as to let her acknowledge my majestic presence.
My focus is at its peak when her eyes move toward my position.
“NOW!” I mentally scream.
My back straightens as I clench my ass and stomach muscles. I swiftly lift up my right arm and raise it to the heavens. With all the gravitational potential energy stored within my right hand, I send my arm down aiming towards her shoulder. My arm swings down in a graceful arc, in order to hypnotize her into relaxation. When my hand is about 3 inches above the target, I forcefully slow my hand down as to give her the softest pat. Now to go in for the killing blow.
“Hey,” I say in the most sexy chad voice, giving her the trademark smile.
Contrary to my expectations, she looks at me and asks me “Can you not touch me?”
HOW COULD THIS BE. MY ULTIMATE TECHNIQUE FAILED!?!? I didn’t think there was a gerb under the sky that could resist my charm. Calm yourself Sebas, you can’t let it show on your face, otherwise, it's truly over.
“I’m sorry, I just wanted to ask if you would tell me what’s happening?” I clear up her misconceptions of me being a pervert and keep my smile going.
She looks at me in a slightly less coarse fashion and says “Oh. Don’t worry about it. You’ll know in due time, but for now. Put this bag on your head.”
“Excuse me?” I’m perplexed.
“Or I could knock you out. Which do you prefer?” she replies as if asking if I want paper or plastic.
“I’ll put the bag on,” I declare with a resolution fueled by the spiked whip she was twirling in front of my face.
Wordlessly, she passes the (possibly a potato) sack to me and I put it over my head. I take a deep breath. Yes, it is indeed a potato sack. Suddenly I hear,
“Actually I change my mind. It’s much harder to carry an awake person than a passed out one.”
“WAI-” I try to respond before I feel a strong impact on the back of my neck. My vision fades to darkness.