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If I didn’t change something, I would probably be in love with her for the rest of my life.
“Come on! Bestie! What’s taking you so long!? I gotta peeee.”
I was using my forefinger and thumb to jerk off in the shower when I heard her knock for the thirtieth time.
“Uhh, yeah, hold on! Almost done!” I said.
“Pleaseeee!” She cried out, “I’m going to wet myself! Can’t you just let me in!? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“What!? Not since we were kids!”
“So everything’s just bigger. It’s not that big of a deal!”
I looked down at my tiny hard cock. Even if I did let her in, I would need this thing to go down. And her sweet voice wasn’t helping.
“Just hold on a second!” The shower door was glass and entirely see through.
The door started to open and I quickly pivoted my body to face the corner.
“Hey!”
“I can’t. I can’t, sorry. I really need to go. I’m covering my eyes, okay?”
She stepped forward and got to the toilet, which faced the shower. She pulled her pants down and started peeing.
“Ahhhh. God, that feels so good. Damn, bestie. You lowkey have a nice ass for a guy!”
I was facing my corner, desperately hoping my dick would deflate. I could hear the door open and she spanked my ass.
“Where’d you get all that cake? You been hitting squats?”
“I- I don’t know. I think that’s just natural.”
“You’ve got a pretty nice back. I’m surprised you haven’t had some girl over yet. Specially with this ass.”
She reached over and slapped my ass again. Hard. I let out a cry and turned around, facing her now but covering up my junk with one hand.
She was seated on the toilet giggling at me.
“Sorry. It’s just nicer than I expected.”
“That’s okay.” I said.
“You can go on with your shower. Just pretend I’m not here.” She said.
“Well… I can’t really do that,” I said.
“No, seriously! Here, my eyes are turned down.”
She cast her eyes down. I sighed and tried to soap myself with my one available hand but it was too hard. Eventually I stopped covering my dick and started soaping myself. But just then I heard a giggle.
“I guess not *that* much has changed.”
My cheeks went red. I covered my dick up instantly.
“This is why I didn’t want you in here!” I said.
“I’m just teasing!” Sheila said, “There’s no need to cover up anymore. I’ve already seen it. Just go along normally.”
I sighed but she was right. I took my hand off my groin and began soaping.
“Is this why I don’t see you with any women?”
It wasn’t the primary reason. It was mostly because I was madly in love with my childhood bestfriend. But… I couldn’t help but notice that this didn’t help my confidence.
“It’s just…” I started, staring down at my dick, “It’s just that you always talked about how Mark had such a small one. You’d complain about how tiny his dick was and… And I’m not sure I’m much bigger… and.”
“Hey, hey, hey!” She said, soothing me, “Yes, Mark had a shrimp dick. But honey, I stayed with him for years. It’s clearly not a deal breaker. Besides… this is just the soft size. I’m sure it’s perfectly fine once hard. Here, show me.”
“S-show you? My boner?”
“Yeah! Jerk your little thing. I want to get a clearer image.”
“O-okay.”
I took my unimpressive member in my thumb and index and started to jerk it off. She studied my dick. Emotionless, as if she was sizing me up. For some reason, her standing there judging my penis was getting me incredibly hard. In no time, I was at my full length. Just shy of 4 inches.
“Hmmm.” was all she said.
“How does it stack up to Mark?” I asked.
“Oooh, let’s not talk about him.”
“No, seriously. I want to know.”
“May I?” She asked, gesturing to my dick.
Oh my god. She was about to touch it. She was about to touch my dick.
“Of course.”
She reached out and grabbed it. Her hands were cold. She took it in her hand and weighed it, “Definitely he was a lot thicker. And I think… he was a little longer too.”
Her hand retracted, although I would have done anything to continue her ice cold touch.
“So… I’m even smaller than your shrimp dick ex,” I huffed.
“Stop moping,” She said, placing her hand on my naked thigh, “Just because you’ve got a tiny penis, doesn’t make you any less worthy of love.”
I smiled at her, her reassurance making me feel better.
“There’s all sorts of tricks you can try that Mark never gave a shit about. Penis extenders. Dildoes. You could let her take on a bigger lover.”
“Do… Do you have any women you could introduce me to?” I asked, hesitantly.
“Uhm… hmm. I’m trying to think. You’re… such a great guy. But right now, all my single friends are total size queens. It wouldn’t be fair to them… or you. Let me think. Oh! I know! My friend, Jeanie, just got out of a relationship with her girlfriend. She’s been telling me she might be bi! You’d be the first real dick she ever saw. How does that sound?”
“That sounds lovely.”
She got up and flushed the toilet, “hey! We can do a date! Me and Mr. Big Dick.”
I cringed a little and she noticed.
“Oh, sorry. Does that feel a little weird? Me talking about Braden’s monster cock?”
“No… it’s fine. I want you to be able to tell me anything… bestie.”
She smiled, “Okay. I’ll set it up. Here’s a towel to cover yourself.”
And then she handed me the tiniest hand towel we had. She let out a delightful giggle as she closed the bathroom door behind her.
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