Friends With Benefit - S01 E05
20-07-25 (05:38)
I gave them a standing ovation. Then, realising they
were all giggling at my outrageous erection, I changed
it to a sitting ovation. Mission complete, the girls went
downstairs and changed back into their party clothes.
My poor penis was more confused than ever.
Later that night, I got Sandra alone for a minute and
told her how surprised I was that she had gone along
with everyone’s plan. After all, she usually shied away
from flaunting her body like the others. Her good mood
suddenly soured. Without a word, she turned on her
heel and made a beeline for the exit.
“Wait!” I chased after her, “What did I say?” My words
had clearly hurt her for some reason, and I was
determined to make it better. Frustrated, Sandra started
walking home in a huff.
“Don’t leave!” I shouted. She stopped, took a deep
breath, and turned angrily back towards me.
“I’m not some sweet goody-good girl prude, you know,”
she pouted, “I want to act fun and sexy and stuff just
as much as everyone else! I do have hormones, you
know! I’m sick of all the girls always treating me like
their super-innocent kid sister. Zainab and Nneka have
barely gone further with a boy than I have, and they
still talk to me like a child because I don’t dress like I’m
in a rap video.”
I took a step towards her, smirking, “Zainab, I don’t
think you’re a child. The angel who walked into that
room earlier today with those beautiful big boobs of
yours was ALL woman.”
She smiled at my response, suddenly self-conscious
about her little outburst. “It’s nothing you said, it’s just
starting to really get on my nerves the way the other
girls tease me. I’m sorry I took it out on you.”
I held out my hand to lead her back to the party. “And
I’m sorry, I just assumed the other girls had to put you
up to that fashion show. I should have known better
when you started kissing me like that.”
Sandra said: “I have never French kissed a boy before,
so I figured, what the hell? You’ve gotten pretty cute,
and I knew it wasn’t gonna go anywhere'.”
There was something about the way she said those
final few words that crushed my spirits. She sounded so
damned certain! She “knew” it wasn’t gonna go
anywhere'? Why couldn’t it go anywhere'? What had
started off as one of the hottest nights of my young life
suddenly felt very cold.
A few weeks later, I encountered what was, by far, the
worst side-effect of my new social circle. I had spent
the last several months fending off constant requests
from every asshole in campus who wanted me to hook
him up with one of my friends.
Football players who had been mocking me less than a
year ago were suddenly buddying up to me, sometimes
even trying to bribe me if I would help them nail a girl.
I couldn’t blame these guys for trying, but I refused to
take part in their idiotic attempts at conquest with five
people I legitimately cared about. Give a mouse a
cookie, I figured.
When one of the girls actually liked a guy, I always got
out of their way, but my unilateral refusal to aid and
abet those fools didn’t make me any friends.
Quite the opposite, unfortunately.
On my walk home from school, I was ambushed by no
less than five guys on the football team whom I had
refused to help out with. The worst of the bunch was
the team captain, Gbenga. Everyone in school knew he
had raped a fresher last year, but she was too
ashamed to ever admit it to the police.
As far as I knew, his friends had never gone quite that
far, but they were backing him up, which made them
just as bad in my book.
I had hated all of them since i got admission. I even
fantasize about somehow miraculously attaining
spiderman level powers and beating the shit out of the
whole group while my classmates cheered me on. But
no matter how many times you see it in movies, one
guy just can’t hold his own against half a dozen.
At least I didn’t make it easy on them. Gbenga went
home with a black eye, and when one of his friends
tried to grab me, I stomped on the guy’s hand and
broke a finger. But nobody would say I won the fight. I
spent the better part of a week in the hospital.
Still, karma got the better of my attackers in the end.
One of Gbenga’s genius friends had filmed the whole
attack on his phone, everyone’s face on clear display.
He then uploaded it on social media, generating a
serious backlash.
By the end of the next day, the police had a copy of
that tape, and my five assailants were going to jail for
assault. I didn’t have to do anything.
My week in the hospital was made a bit less miserable
by having five hot girls as my best friends. There was
an endless stream of cards and care packages, plenty
of good company, and that one time Zainab showed up
after visiting hours…
I was due to leave the following morning, and feeling
pretty decent aside from a few lingering aches and
pains that were keeping me up at night. I had my own
room thanks to a bit of lucky musical chairs with other
patients being escorted around, which meant plenty of
peace but also a fair amount of boredom.
I was just about to try for some sleep when the door
opened and a nurse walked in to check on me. A nurse
with big breasts bulging under her uniform.
Zainab gave me a quick wave, stifling a giggle at my
shocked expression. “I know you’re kind of an
insomniac, so I figured you must be bored out of your
mind after we all go home. Figured I’d sneak in and
visit you.”
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