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?"

is. Maybe you'd see it of you'd

can I say?" I laughed.

fact, everyone knows. It's

flaunt them." I smirked, knowing it was

on my joke. "I just don't strut around showing

Red Sox T-shirt she was wearing. "Is that your brother's? It looks too

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

an ass in those jeans? I could have sworn you left it

the baggy black

"What are you doing,

dark brown eyes flashing. "I'm spending my Saturday helping you score brownie points for that little snot, and you're making

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 that," I told her, coming around the bush.

and Dave." Sam waved her hand. "I should just look at the source and let

for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just

Next time I see him, I'll tell him to cut the shit or I'll kick his scrawny

need you sticking up for me," she told me. "Those two idiots are like Beavis and

"Matters if you're mad."

I guess, but what matters is you'd stick up for me." She rolled her eyes. "God knows my brother wouldn't." "Hey, that's what friends are for,

"And 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.

raised her eyebrows.

popcorn, and I'll even splurge for two drinks instead of

her big brown eyes. "Thank you for my own personal soda, Justin! Can I have snowcaps, too?" "Now you're pushing

She pushed her lips out in

not fair,"

She then made her lower lip tremble, and I sighed

snowcaps, but

clapped her gloved hands and jumped up