Showdown

“You call that impressive?” She was taunting him.

“Of course it’s impressive!” He rose to the challenge. “It’s huge. Got a nice pointy tip and it throbs when I grip it hard.” He squeezed it so that it pulsed.

“Hm.” She did not look impressed.

“Show me yours.” He thought he’d try to smoke her out.

She stuck her tongue out at him.

“What?” He was confused. “You call that a weapon?”

“Yep.” She looked confident. “Best one I’ve got.”

“Keh!” He looked like he might be impressed. Maybe.

“Mine’s long.” He poked.

“Mine’s wet.” She prodded.

“Mine’s hard.” He pushed.

“Mine’s soft.” She pulled.

“Mine thrusts.” He gave.

“Mine parries.” She took.

“Mine’s straight – with just a little bit of curve.” He hoped.

“Mine’s very,” she gave him the eye, “very flexible.” She teased.

He paled a little bit as she licked her lips with it. Never in his life had he wanted to lose a contest so badly. He just had to see if she… He just had to know...

“Show me.” He was really asking for it.

She smiled and his heart skipped a beat.

“Sit.”

She didn’t even have to yell.

The End.

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