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?"

see it of you'd stop thinking about

I say?" I laughed. "She

everyone knows. It's not

I smirked, knowing it

snapped, biting on my joke. "I just don't strut

pointing to the pink Red Sox T-shirt she was wearing. "Is that

the bush, dragging her trash bag behind her along with the backpack she'd brought. "I 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

those jeans? I could have sworn you

the baggy black jeans

you

"I'm spending my Saturday helping you score brownie points for that little snot, and you're making fun of me!" "Whoa!" I put my hands up defensively. "Hey, Sam, I'm only busting your chops. Since when did you get so

She stopped in front of 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." "I'd never say

Sam waved her hand. "I should

enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively

I see him, I'll tell him to cut the

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

"Matters if you're mad."

up for me." She rolled her eyes. "God knows

Sam looked around the stand of trees in Carson's Park I had volunteered to clean as part of Jen's Earth Day weekend. "And I guess they're for helping to pick up bottles and skeezy trash, too."

her eyebrows. "Large

I'll even splurge for two

she widened her big brown eyes. "Thank you for my own personal soda, Justin!

pushed her lips

not fair," I told

then made her lower lip tremble,

can have snowcaps, but we

clapped her gloved hands and jumped up and down like a