The Nudists 8 by Olivia Palmer
(fg, exhib, voy, feet, sniff, light inc, light scat, viol, rom)
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Annabeth wanted to go home. "I got this spot I like," she said calmly, matter-of-fact, like she was describing the color of the carpet. "For my doo-doos."
Her name for it was so cute! I wrinkled my nose and shrugged, smiling, hoping I was cute, too. My heart still pounded in my chest. My head still spun over what I'd said. What I'd admitted.
What I wanted.
"OK..." I agreed, a little disappointed and a little excited all at once. Yeah, I had to wait, but she hadn't been grossed out, either. Was she really going to let me watch? It sure seemed like she would!
My friend pushed herself up off the bed and stood in front of me looking down for a moment, frowning her usual frown. But she wasn't looking at me. She was looking at my plastic princesses. Then she looked at me and frowned even harder, pursing her full lips in a thoughtful little pucker.
My chest tightened. My breath caught in my throat. This was it. She'd had enough. Oh God, why was I so perverted??
"There's just one thing," she slowly muttered. "Well, two things, really...."
She looked longingly back at my action figures, and suddenly I could breathe again. Yes. Yes! Of course she could borrow a couple. For as long as she wanted! Go ahead and pick them out. Quick!!
I scrambled off the bed and hopped from foot to foot as quietly and with as much extremely horny not-very-ladylike newborn lesbian pervert grace that I could as she deliberated over my Leias.
When she finally reached down to grab the ones she wanted, I nearly clapped and cheered. I did jump up and down a little bit – bouncing, really, but I couldn't help it!
We were going back to Annabeth's!
Less than a minute later, Annabeth stood by my front door, waiting to open it and step outside. She once again wore her flip-flops and her long, thin, clingy Care Bears t-shirt, dried now and not quite as sexily tight across her pudgy bits. In one hand she held her big blue golf umbrella, still closed with its slim velcro strap. In her other hand she held Bespin Leia and Hoth Leia.
I'd shrugged back into my wrinkled and smelly Bad Company t-shirt, but I hadn't put on any panties. If Annabeth could walk down our street without panties on, so could I! I knew my mommy would probably kill me if she found out, but I was planning on making my escape before she got a clue.
Stealing back to Mommy's bedroom on my tippy-toes, I entered low and silent, on my knees like usual. The TV was on, muted, flashing its colorful magic at my worshipful little brother's upturned, slobbery face. He pushed up on his fat little arms and stared hard at the screen, not noticing me at all. The twins were leaned back burbling in their swings, dreaming their burbly dreams.
I found my mommy in the master bathroom, still naked, sound asleep on the toilet.
She was sitting upright, eyes closed, hands hanging loosely between her legs, her forearms resting on her widespread thighs. Her mouth was open, and a long thick string of saliva ran down from one corner, onto her gorgeous left breast, under it, then angled to the center of her belly, to a shallow tilted pool at her navel, then trickled to disappear into her blonde fluffy bush, meandering through her thick happy trail along the way.
Crawling forward, I stopped when my face was just above her feet. I sniffed her toes in silent giddy joy for at least a minute, reveling in the slight yeasty aroma I found. I debated whether or not I should kiss them or maybe just dip the tip of my tongue in between them a little. Would that be a good way to wake her, or would she kick me, like some kind of reflex or something?
And what if I rose up and licked at her drool? Slurped it off her glistening boob? Licked it out of her adorable fuzzy belly button? Sucked it right out of her mouth, straight from her full, sweet, sleeping lips?
The shivers that suddenly ran through me, thinking those thoughts, threatened to shake loose some very needful moans and groans. It was all I could do to just kneel there on all fours and appreciate the light little hair on her toes and the wilder, curlier fur sprouting across the tops of her feet. Any longer and I was going to be drooling just as much as my mommy. Maybe more!
And then I looked between her thighs. Into the shadowy, drool-christened depths. At the same time I saw it, I smelled it.
Oh GOD.
With a quick slender hand shooting down to my pussy, I stared hard and inhaled harder. My mommy's poop! Her SHIT was Right There. A long, thick, infinitely curling snake of brown wonderment. It packed the deep bottom pocket of the toilet bowl and rose in coils upon coils until the very tip of it peeked out of the water, like some slimy little brown island.
It smelled horrible.
But somehow, some way, there was no denying – I loved it! The sight of it, the stink of it. Everything.
I felt so naughty. Nasty. My body practically hummed with an electric charge, I was so wired, so high on what I was doing, getting off on my sneaky dirty urges! It thrilled me and I let it. I didn't think about it. I just did what I felt like doing. And my pussy didn't mind that one bit!
After another minute of staring and sniffing (and rubbing), I realized that I really was drooling, too – just like I'd been afraid of! Right down into the bowl and onto Mommy's nasty filthy business!
With a jerk and a slurp, I leaned away from the mesmerizing sight of my mother and her exhausted post-poop nap. Suddenly I felt embarrassed and ashamed. That was something so private. Yet, there I was, literally sticking my nose where it didn't belong.
What was wrong with me? And why, oh the fuck WHY did it excite me so much?!
I finally backed away and went to the kitchen, puzzling over how my mommy's pretty bottom could push out a poop that big while also trying to figure out if I still had a chance to see Annabeth's do the same – and hopefully as soon as possible! Standing there staring at the empty pumping bottles in the sink, alongside the two empty cereal bowls and their milk-crusted spoons, the question returned: what was wrong with me?
I suddenly barely cared.
Things were happening to me. I was changing.
And it was so fun!
As my fingers once again began to play me halfway to heaven, inspiration hit. I wrote a note on a scrap of paper from the junk drawer: "Gone to Annabeth's for the afternoon. Can I spend the night? Call you later. Love, Marlie". I wiped my slippery fingers all over it, snuck back into Mommy's bedroom, and left it on her pillow.
And then we were out the door. My thin purple flip-flops were where they always were in those days – flung to one side of the front porch – and as I wiggled my long skinny toes into them Annabeth handed me my Leias.
"Gotta get this open," she grunted, struggling with the umbrella. I could see the sweat already popping out on her forehead, her cheeks flushing in the cutest way.
The sun was doing it usual brutal summer thing in early-afternoon. The air was thick and sticky, but no rain seemed to be coming any time soon. What had fallen yesterday, though, was more than enough to steam up the air and make our trek instantly miserable. It wasn't just Annabeth pouring sweat by the time we got to the sidewalk. So was I.
The walking, in fact, quickly brought out the full stink in my rumpled t-shirt. As the heat from my body suffused the fabric, along with my sweat, the shirt's pee-smell was undeniable. The wrinkles soon melted away, of course, and before long the dark cotton stuck to me in all the best kind of clingy, sexy places.
I could feel the bottom hem of the shirt flipping back and forth just barely against the tip-tops of the backs of my thighs, right beneath my bare round little butt. I wondered if anyone in the houses behind me could see that I didn't have on my panties. The mere thought set me to quivering as we went along. I wished I could see myself. I bet I was Fucking Sexy!
And then I looked down.
The front bottom hem of the shirt was basically stuck to my pussy! It ended – bam! – right there at my crotch. The fabric was gathered together between the tops of my scissoring skinny thighs, almost as if I'd somehow tucked it into my vagina, just a little bit lower down and out of sight. With every step, no matter what, the shirt stayed stuck in place, bunched together and glued in down there somehow – by my sweat and sticky stuff, I guess. Even more fucking sexy!
My boobies, of course, were not really big enough to notice, even with the thin old t-shirt clinging wetly to them. The fact that I was so lanky and long was a plus, though. I figured my legs must have looked positively delicious, sheened in sweat and covered by absolutely nothing at all, right there on display in the bright sunlight for anyone and everyone to see.
I felt so wicked! It was awesome! I switched my hips more and more lewdly as I walked, enjoying the wilder flip I could feel from the bottom of the t-shirt against my cute little underbutt. It was all I could do not to reach down and push against my mound – I could feel the seeping thick heat of my excitement building as fast and strong as ever.
Was I becoming a slut? If that's what was happening, God, why did I ever wait so long to play with Annabeth? Being a slut was FUN!
Beside me, Annabeth huffed along heavily, holding the umbrella between us and keeping mostly herself in the shade. She was soaked and so sexy. Up close, her old thin Care Bears shirt was nearly see-through when wet. Her nipples poked hard against the stretching fabric, and it was easily to tell how pink and tasty they were, right down to the five or six little brown hairs growing around them. I could even see her armpit hair plain as day, plastered against her skin and sliding back and forth as the tight shirt dragged across it as she moved.
Annabeth groaned at the halfway point between our houses. She stopped in mid-stride and stood utterly still, staring straight ahead at nothing. I stopped too, of course, and looked in confusion from her face to the sidewalk ahead and back.
"What's wrong?" I asked. Like a little dummy. A moment later her belly burbled. A moment after that she farted.
"Oh," I added, feeling lame. But also excited. And that's what rapidly took over.
I could smell Annabeth's hot, ripe stink drifting over me. That was from the poop I'd felt! The turd she'd almost launched at me in the bathtub!
My friend's hair was once again stuck wetly to her neck and cheeks and forehead. Her adorable brown curls were a damp mess just begging to be touched. I realized she had squeezed her eyes shut and was carefully letting out more small, sharp farts – one tight crack at a time, with a huge bloom of nasty gas along with each and every one.
Instantly I flashed back to my own poo nugget from the day before, my own sniffing exploration of its awful, wonderful stench. My nose had almost bumped it while I'd rubbed myself. I'd gotten so close and snorted so deep and so long, trying to inhale as much odor drifting off of that dirty, naughty, gross thing as I could. For some reason doing that had made my pussy hotter, wetter, and more sensitive than ever before.
A sudden barrage of loud, crackling farts rattled out of Annabeth's stiff body. Her eyes were still shut tight. She breathed slowly, deliberately, through pursed lips. Her frowning, serious face flushed a deep red as she let out those rapid pops of gas. I closed my mouth and used only my nose, catching all of her stinky air that I could. It was a humid, heavy-air kind of day, and there was no breeze at all.
We stood inside an invisible cloud of poop fumes. My friend's poop. Her own special dark odor. Her unique scent. Her most secret dirty stink!
Shuddering from head to toe, pressing my thighs as hard together as I could, a small delicious wave of good feelings rolled through me.
And I wanted more!
I knew there couldn't be a more perverted, dirty sort of girl in the whole world. I was it. The Number One Slutty Poop Stink Loving Weirdo. That was me. And me was wet. Dripping. Sloppy down there.
Yet again, in the back of my lust-fogged mind, I realized something was probably wrong with me. I supposed sooner or later I'd have to really start worrying about it, but, then again – yet again – I was way way way too excited to care! This was fun!!
Once again I found myself on the edge of another crazy moment. I wanted to touch myself. Right there on the sidewalk. Right there in front of the whole wide world. I wanted to rub my pussy and reach back for my butthole at the same time. I wanted to finger my bottom and pull it out and suck on it, then do it again and again and again.
I found myself slipping ever-so-slowly back behind her, just in case she had an accident right there on the sidewalk. I didn't want to miss it!
But then, at the halfway point between our houses, we heard something.
Somebody.
"Hey y'all skanky sluts!" came a high-pitched, annoying voice out in the road. It was Annabeth's little brother, my classmate, the gap-toothed image of stupid itself: Johnny Hodgson.
In his usual neighborhood fashion he wore nothing but very short, very tight cutoff jeans. He was my height and all long and gangly, like his big sister Juliet, and deeply tanned all over. His hair hung in limp sweaty tangles almost down to his shoulders and nearly covering his eyes. He was streaked here and there with dirt – sweat-crusted, old-looking, gross dirt. On his cheek. On his hands. Up his arms and down his legs. Across his bony chest.
Ugh.
He pedaled past us on his bicycle, his beloved old junker, with his dirty bare feet slowly turning the pedals. He liked to brag about it at school all the time. "You gotta see my Huffy Dirt Devil!" he'd yell at his booger-eating friends. "It's the baddest bike of All Time!" But it was just a dumb bike with knobbier tires and no gears. What was so special about that?
Johnny made a wide lazy turn in the middle of the road and came back. Then he rolled up onto the lawn in front of us and stopped, planting his feet in the grass on either side of his precious silly machine, straddling it and leaning over the handlebars like he was some sort of low rent tough guy.
"Was that you fartin', Anny-Fanny?" he sneered. "I could hear it clear down in Uncle Jake's driveway. Thought I'd come watch you shit yourself. Again."
He raised up and laughed, slapping the handlebars and keeping a close watch on his older sister out of one squinty eye. I was fully behind Annabeth at that point, hiding close to her broad strong body in the shade of the umbrella, pressed up against her wet back and bottom. And really liking it. I wished I could reach around and hug her to me. Grab her puffy boobs and play with them. Bury my face in her sweaty, pretty curls.
But the reason I was back there was the reason why I couldn't. Stupid Johnny! What a time for the most disgusting, obnoxious, and ugly boy in the world to be coming around. Right when everything was feeling so sexy.
And then it hit me.
I was nearly naked, standing on the sidewalk, in a shirt soaked with sweat, stinking like pee, with nothing else on but my flip-flops!
I looked down at my barely-covered pussy and debated the wisdom of whether or not I should pick the shirt-bottom out of my crotch and try pulling it farther down. Would that raise it up in back? Could I pull the back and front down at the same time? But it was my mommy's old t-shirt and way too big for me. Would the head-hole come down too far over my shoulders and down my arms? Would my boobies show?
As the panic rose within me I stood every bit as still as Annabeth and just pressed closer against her.
But then she shook all over and farted again.
I felt her hot air crack against my thighs, and I couldn't help but shudder. My pussy began to swell even more, and I knew soon my seepage would be freely dripping down my legs. Then the smell of her butt's rank odor hit me and it got even worse! OH, but did I want to touch myself. Her stinky fart was all over me! Oh FUCK!
But I could only stand there and try to hide. Johnny howled and slapped his handlebars even harder.
"Woooooo!" he yelled, like he wanted every house on the street to hear him, which he probably did. "Sissie's got a smelly butt! Sissie's got a smelly butt!"
Annabeth grunted and lowered her head. I felt her entire body tighten. She went rigid like in the bathtub, concentrating hard. Then, after a few moments, I felt her pushing something against my hip. My Princess Leias. I took them as she stepped away, drenching me once again in the bright hot summer sun as she lowered the huge umbrella and closed it, methodically wrapping the velcro strap tightly around.
Then she turned it point-over-handle until she was clutching the umbrella upside down in both hands by its long spiky-looking tip. She wiggled it up and down and swished it a little side-to-side, studying it's flexible motion with the weight of the handle at the opposite end. I watched the bunching, rippling muscles in her arms and shoulders, and it occurred to me that Annabeth would probably make an amazing softball player if she ever picked up a bat.
While she messed with the umbrella, though, she'd put enough room between us for Johnny to get a good look at me up close for the first time.
Of course he didn't miss his chance.
"Gawd, Marlie! You got some long skinny legs!" he howled, cocking his head and looking me up and down. Grinning.
He looked surprised and thrilled, like he'd just found a folded-up old dollar bill crammed into the pocket of his too-tight cutoffs. He squinted and looked hard at my lower half, from my long twitching toes all the way up to my barely hidden little puss. Then he chuckled and cocked his head almost sideways, leaning even more toward me over the handlebars, staring intently at my suddenly knocking knobby knees.
"You ain't shavin' them legs yet, are ya?" he blurted, twisting his head the other way and seeming to trace up and down my thighs with his chin as he continued looking me over.
"Kinda bare down there, I bet," he declared, chuckling again, making it obvious he meant my pussy. Because that was the only thing he was staring at by then. Without a hint of shame. His dumb tongue slipped out and I swear he even licked his grimy, smiling lips.
A blush came over me everywhere all at once, this hot shaky sensation of heat and lightheaded embarrassment. I ducked my face and looked at my toes. I put my hands down over the t-shirt bottom that was still thankfully stuck in place over my crotch. The hard knobby shoulders and heads of the Princess Leias accidentally bumped against my mound at the just the perfect angle, on just the sweetest spot, and I shuddered. Squeezing my knees together and shifting my hands so that the toys didn't give me any more surprises, I realized I was more or less frozen. All I could do was look at my feet and bite my lip and endure it.
I didn't know what to do. Tears welled in my eyes.
I didn't want to be there anymore, that much was for sure! But I couldn't just run off. He was on a bike! If I walked normally, well, that would make it easy for him to keep up and jeer and mock and ogle me all the way to Annabeth's house or back to mine. If I kicked off my flip-flops and ran, yeah, I might get a head start on him and barely beat him to one of the houses, but then he'd see my naked butt the whole way there! It would be impossible to hold my shirt down and still outrun him, not when he had a bike.
So I just stood there, stuck, while he stared. Shaking while he studied all that skin of mine that just a moment before I'd been so proud and happy to put on display.
But not for this stupid gross boy!
Annabeth finished with her testing of the umbrella. She stepped up to Johnny and held it out at arm's length, poking the end of the handle against the middle of his bony chest. He stopped his leering at me long enough to bat the handle aside and glare at his sister. "Fuck off, Fanny-Face," he snarled. "I ain't done no harm."
Annabeth shrugged, her eyes hooded and dark, and put the end of the handle back against his chest. Johnny looked down at it, then up at his sister's serious face. Her frown was the worst I'd ever seen! It was like she'd unlocked a new level of Totally Serious Annabeth and had this extra strong way of burning her glare straight through Johnny's face. If she ever looked at me like that, I'd be terrified!
But her brother didn't budge. In fact, he shrugged right back. Then he looked away from his sister and returned his attention to me. Nodding just a little, just once, he winked at the Princess Leias still clutched in my trembling hands.
"You know what old chubby here is gonna do with them action figures, right?" he grinned. "She's gonna stick 'em up her pu-"
"OK THAT'S IT!" Annabeth roared. She shoved the umbrella hard against Johnny's chest, knocking him off balance, forcing him to grab at his handlebars and readjust his stance.
"Gawd, Anny," he protested. "That really hur-"
But Annabeth had already swung the umbrella, hard, holding it by that long spiky end in both her strong hands. I watched her muscles come to life in an instant – bunching in her back, along her shoulders, and rippling down through her arms – as she took one short step forward and brought the umbrella around with crushing speed. The handle caught her brother full on the side of the face. He instantly flew sideways and fell onto the grass, his bike landing on top of his bottom leg, the cross-bar jamming him hard in the crotch. He screamed, then began to bawl, clutching at his head with one hand, his balls with the other.
"Mommmmmmmmmaaaaaaaa!!" he wailed. "Mommmmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaa!!!!"
Annabeth stood over him and poked the handle of the umbrella over and over into Johnny's ribs. Then she poked at his hip, at his legs, at his arms.
"SHUT UP!" she yelled, swinging the umbrella again and whacking him soundly on his skinny butt. Johnny yelped and the hand at his head flew down to rub his newly sore bottom. His eyes were squeezed tight and he was breathing hard, tears and snot flowing freely.
And he shut up.
"Your ear is bleeding, you little shit," Annabeth told him coldly. "Get up and go back to Uncle Jake's before I make the other one bleed, too."
Johnny struggled to push the Huffy Dirt Devil off of his body. He could barely breathe, his sobs were so hard. Annabeth leaned down, jerked the bike upright, and held it for him. When her brother finally wobbled to his feet he hu-huffed two more deep hard sobs, snorted and swallowed what sounded like half a gallon of snot. Then he reached for the handlebars
But before she let him have it, Annabeth narrowed her eyes and hissed. "You leave us alone, you hear?" She suddenly jerked the bike toward herself and out of his grip with one big yank, making him stumble closer in her direction.
Annabeth leaned close until her nose was almost touching his, "You get anywhere near my Marlie again," she growled, "and next time I won't stop. Understand?"
She didn't release his bike until he nodded. A lot.
Annabeth finally let her brother slowly slouch away. Johnny rolled his precious pedaling machine alongside as he went, rather than trying to climb up and ride. I guess his balls were still too sore. He was all hunched over, pushing wearily as if it might have weighed a thousand pounds. Pieces of grass were stuck to his back, and the underneath of his cutoffs looked awfully wet. I wondered if he'd peed himself.
If that had happened to me, I sure would!
Then I heard a small, satisfied, normal voice beside me. The voice of my new best friend. My first nakey friend. My first nakey cuddle. My first kiss. My first toe-suckle. My first pussy lick. My first pee drink. My first finger. My first... what else?
Oh my God. As her voice rang out next to my suddenly shaky, slippery, horny body, what she'd uttered just a moment ago finally sank in. "My Marlie," she'd said.
Annabeth had told Johnny that I was hers. Hers. No one else's.
And that meant what?
That meant I was her girlfriend, didn't it? Her lover?
Oh.
God.
She'd even beat someone up to protect me. ME. Scrawny, silly, naughty little weird me.
How cool!
I shook again, squeezing my thighs together tighter than ever and closing my eyes at the sweet trembling release I could feel building again inside me.
"That was Action Annabeth," my friend declared.
I turned to see her smiling that cute, melting smile of hers as she squinted against the bright sunlight, her heavy damp curls hanging almost over her eyes. She watched her little brother stumble back toward their uncle's and seemed quite happy to let me stare at her as much as I wanted.
And oh yes did I ever!
"Sorry you had to see that," she went on. Her fingers came up on either side of her nose and wiped at the sweat trickling down from her forehead full of wet hair.
"Little shit thinks he can do whatever he wants," she sighed, "just because he's as tall as me now."
Annabeth ran a hand through her sweat-soaked brown curls and shook them out, flinging small hot droplets all over me. "He won't stop unless you make him."
I blinked and stared at her while she gazed with satisfaction at Johnny's retreating back. I stared at her pink, flushed cheeks. I stared at her dimples. I stared at her adorable upturned nose. Oh God. I stared at her long soft eyelashes, her full, wet lips, her sparkling eyes, her damp, kissable neck, her softly dimpled little chin....
And then I pushed on my pussy for real. With the action figures on purpose that time. And I kept staring.
Annabeth was amazing!
In record time I was soaking, slimy-wet – and trickling all the way down to my knees!
Before I could do anything more about it, though, Annabeth did something instead. Right there on the sidewalk, in some neighbor's front yard, with the crazy-hot sun burning down on us for the whole universe to see.
She kissed me.
Her hand, still drippy from her sweaty hair, gently cupped my chin. She stepped up close to me. Then closer. Our little titties pressed together. Our wet t-shirts squished hard up against one another, mingling our sweat. My smelly juicy skin inside my own shirt, already so hot, felt like I'd caught fire. Annabeth slid her hand behind my head. Her fingers wrapped themselves in my own messy damp hair at the base of my skull.
She pulled, just a little, and our noses bumped, then slipped past one another. My mouth opened. Her face turned a little sideways. Our lips met. Our tongues slid inside. Tasting. Dancing.
We kissed and we kissed and we kissed.
My eyes were closed. My body shook. My head felt like it was spinning, like I could fall down any second. But Annabeth's other arm was around me, holding me tightly. It was as if she was trying to pull our bodies inside one another, as if by pressing us together hard enough for long enough we might really just stick that way forever.
I wouldn't have minded that one bit!
I felt her fist in the middle of my back, still clutching the long umbrella, her hand like a rock, her knuckles hard and urgent, and I liked it. I liked her other hand tangled in my hair, locking my face against hers. I liked feeling so small and helpless. I liked being held so hard. I liked being made to kiss, being forced to do it right there and then. The end of the umbrella scraped the back of my knees, but I didn't care. I kind of liked that, too! I had no control. I let Annabeth do what she wanted.
I liked that a lot.
A car drove by, then another, but I didn't care.
Annabeth was kissing me.
It wasn't until a third car came by, much slower than the other two, that we finally broke ourselves loose. And that was only because they honked.
Teenagers. They hooted and whistled and called us all kinds of dirty, thrilling names. Annabeth and I leapt apart and spun to see them just as they sped up and squealed tires down the road.
In the backseat were two high school girls. Two boys were in the front. The boy on the passenger side was leaning out his window, flipping us the bird and howling with laughter. The girl on the left was hanging out of her own side, doing exactly the same. The other girl in the backseat, though, watched me with the widest eyes I'd ever seen. She pressed her palm against the back glass, her mouth open, her pretty face a mask. She held my gaze as they roared away, both of us frozen by our sudden strange connection.
Maybe she was a dirty perverted weirdo, too. Maybe she wanted to be.
Whatever she was, in another moment she was gone. But for a long time I thought about her face, her look, when I gazed at myself in private times. I wondered at my mirror what she'd seen in me, what she'd been thinking. Had I been sexy? Had I been hot? Had I turned her on? Would a pretty high school girl like that want to kiss me, too? Hold me tight? Lick me? Finger me? Fart on me?
How many girls like me were out there in the world, anyway? I used to wonder about that a lot.
At the moment, though, it was just a car and a girl who stared and three other noisy jerks driving away out of sight. Leaving me alone, once again, with my best friend. My girlfriend. My Annabeth.
"Let's go," Annabeth commanded, once again all business. She grabbed my free hand and pulled me after her down the sidewalk. I squeezed the princesses hard and hurried to keep up with her rapid, heavy stride.
"It's time to show you my doo-doo spot," she muttered. And then she farted. And she walked faster.
By the time we reached her driveway we were almost running, and I didn't care one bit by then who might just see my bare butt. I knew Annabeth would scare them off.
Annabeth. My Girlfriend. She would take care of me!
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