Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

What Are Friends For? EP1

NEW STORY: What Are Friends For?

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"Jeez, people are pigs!" Sam said from behind me.

"You can say that again," I replied, looking at a dirty diaper that was stuck in a bush. "Christ, I'm glad I'm wearing gloves!"

Gingerly pulling the diaper from between the branches, I dropped it in one of the two large green trash bags I was dragging along with me. The first was for cans and bottles, the second for any other garbage I found. "What was it?" Sam asked. "Was it grosser than the nasty sandwich I found that almost made me puke?"

"It was a diaper." Turning to her, I grinned. "With nasty clumps of shit, so I think I'm ahead in the gross competition."

Sam straightened up from the bush she was behind and shrugged. "Okay, I'll give you that one, but only because we're not done yet and I have a feeling I'll find worse."

"We'll see." I pointed. "Remember, winner pays for the next horror movie we check out."

"Then save your money. There's a new crappy-looking zombie thing out next week." Sam laughed. "And this time I want a large popcorn, no cheaping out, Justin."

"If that's the case, I won't go easy on you. I want a slushy and a box of duds."

"You're dating a dud, why would you want a box of them?" Sam grinned, waiting for me to take the bait.

Unable to help it, I said, "At least I'm dating someone. When was your last date?"

"I'd rather be alone than with a bitch," she replied, removing her Red Sox cap and wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"Jen's not a bitch. Why do you always call her that?"

Maybe you'd see it of you'd stop thinking

I laughed.

know. In fact, everyone knows. It's

had them, you'd flaunt them." I

my joke. "I just don't strut

said, pointing to the pink Red Sox T-shirt she was

don't need to show what I have." She gave her head a toss, sending her long brown braid whipping around. "If a guy wants to go out with me, I

jeans? I could have sworn you left it at

of the baggy black jeans

laughed. "What are you doing,

flashing. "I'm spending my Saturday helping you score brownie points for that little snot, and you're making fun of me!" "Whoa!" I put

me and dropped the bag "But I get a little tired of the jokes sometimes, and not just from you." She sighed. "At least you don't call me a dyke."

her hand. "I should just

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I'll tell him

for me," she told me. "Those two idiots are like Beavis and Butthead. They don't

"Matters if you're mad."

stick up for me." She rolled her eyes. "God knows my brother wouldn't."

I guess they're for helping to pick up bottles and skeezy trash, too." "Yeah." Removing my sunglasses, I pulled my shirt up and wiped my face. "I appreciate it, Sam. Tell you what,

her

for two drinks instead

that and this girl will get spoiled!" Batting her long lashes at me, she widened her big brown eyes. "Thank you for my own personal soda, Justin! Can I have snowcaps, too?" "Now you're

She pushed her lips out in a

fair," I

her

can have snowcaps, but we

She clapped her gloved hands and jumped up and down like