Beths Bestie

Lisa leaned back on the dorm couch, her muscular frame dwarfing the cushions, one eyebrow arched as she studied Beth. The petite girl was curled up beside her, head on Lisa’s lap, clutching a throw pillow like it was her last lifeline. Beth’s dark messy bun was coming loose, and her eyes were still puffy from crying, though a faint spark of her usual energy flickered through. The room was warm, lit by a single lamp that cast soft glows over Beth’s scattered manga and Lisa’s protein shake bottle on the coffee table. The faint hum of the city seeped through the cracked window, mixing with Beth’s occasional sniffles.

Oh, sweetie, no, it’s not a big deal, it’s way more normal than you think." Lisa had Beth’s head resting on her lap; Beth was pretty distraught right now. Lisa was Beth’s best friend and was honestly just glad that she’d at least gone on a date. Why did she have to want a one-night stand right away? I mean, Lisa knew Beth wasn’t a virgin... did she just want to get it over with? Beth hadn’t gone into much detail, but it was already a wild story. The date sounded so amazing in that park... man, Lisa had gotten really jealous. Why had no one ever taken her there? And then, I mean, it’s crazy—the guy apparently had a huge dick too. Ha, Lisa could use one of those herself, at least one who knows what to do with it. Well, Beth on her lap wasn’t the type for that kind of thing. She was really petite and small. Lisa was the exact opposite. She didn’t have a model’s figure, more of a fitness one. She had broad shoulders for a woman, was tall at 1.80, which really made Lisa and Beth an odd pair when they went out partying or whatever. And unlike Beth, Lisa had huge, dreamlike breasts. But she loved Beth’s quirky, nerdy personality. She didn’t deserve to have such bad luck with guys.

"Look, Beth, you can still meet up with him again. Sometimes things need time to click, and he can’t be that big."

Her red, puffy eyes looked up. "No, you just don’t get how big he is..."

"As if" Lisa gives Beth a side eye. "So what was really happening? Spare me no details".

Beth sat up, hugging the pillow tighter, her voice high-pitched and quivering, a mix of excitement and heartbreak. "Yeah his apartment was a mess and he has a roomatet that is into vampire novels and has **** note like survailiance shit going on in her room" "Why you know this was she there or something?" "No stupid I just broke into her room" "Oh Beth... Tell me about what was going on with him."

“Okay, Lisa, it was intense. We’re kissing, right? And it’s, like, electric—sparks flying, my heart’s pounding like I’m running from a horror movie. He’s all nervous, fumbling, but so cute, you know? So I’m like, ‘Hans, take my shirt off, let’s do this!’ And he does, and I’m feeling like a total queen, all confident and ready to… you know, seize the moment.”

Lisa snorted, folding her arms, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Seize the moment? Beth, you’re 1.50 meters of pure chaos. You probably tackled him like he was a protein bar at a CrossFit sale. So, what, you got his shirt off too? Then what?”

Beth’s cheeks flushed, her voice cracking as she leaned forward, eyes wide with a mix of awe and panic. “Lisa, listen. We are making out in his roomates room, clothes are coming off, and then—bam—I see it. His… you know, his thing. It’s massive, like, I’m talking record-breaking, Lisa! Like, I froze, just staring, like, ‘Is this allowed to be that big?’ It was like finding a unicorn, but, like, a really intimidating one! I was so into it, okay? He’s this shy, awkward sweetheart, but then he’s got this? He got no big dick energy going on ok... I’m thinking, ‘Beth, this is your chance, you’re gonna be the star of this rom-com!’”

Lisa’s jaw dropped, her cool facade cracking as she let out a loud, disbelieving laugh. “Hold up, hold up. You’re telling me this tree-climbing nerd’s packing… what, a baseball bat? Beth, come on, you’re making this up. You probably saw a shadow or something. No way it’s that serious.”

Beth shook her head frantically, her voice rising to a squeaky pitch, hands flailing. “No, Lisa, I swear! It was huge! Like, I’m not joking, it was like he’s hiding a secret superpower! I’m sitting there, like, ‘How is this even real?’ I was ready to risk it all, okay? I told him, ‘Forget the condom, I’ll grab a morning-after pill, let’s go!’ But he’s fumbling, all panicky. And thats it he threw me out. I mean... I was so ready, Lisa. I mean, I was smitten. He’s so sweet, and that… situation was, like, weirdly hot, you know? But he got all freaked out, like he didn’t know what to do either. He just stopped, said he couldn’t do it, and I’m sitting there, half-naked, thinking, ‘Did I mess this up?’ What if I scared him off? Like, what if he thinks I’m some weirdo who’s too into… you know, that? I really like him, Lisa. Like, really like him. And now I’m scared I blew my shot at something real.”

Lisa’s smirk faded, her voice softening but still carrying that dry edge. “Okay, whoa, slow down, Romeo. You didn’t blow anything—well, not like that, anyway.” She winked, trying to lighten the mood, but her hand rested gently on Beth’s shoulder. “Look, if this guy’s got a… let’s call it a unique feature and he’s freaking out about it, that’s his deal, not yours. You were just being your adorable, chaotic self. But, alright, I’m starting to believe you about the size thing."

Beth giggled despite herself, wiping her eyes. “Right? It’s so weird! But, Lisa, it was so hot. Like, I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m, like, obsessed. But what if he ghosts me? What if I’m just ‘that crazy festival girl’ now?”

Lisa rolled her eyes, her tone mock-exasperated. “Beth, you’re not ‘that crazy festival girl.’ You’re Beth, queen of bad decisions and worse pickup lines. If he ghosts you, he’s missing out on the full Beth experience. But, like, maybe don’t lead with ‘I love your giant… whatever’ next time you see him. Play it cool, yeah?”

Beth pouted, her voice small but hopeful. “You think I should text him? Like, try again? I just… I really felt something, Lisa. Not just the… you know. But, like, him. He’s so awkward and sweet, and I thought we had a spark.”

Lisa sighed, pulling Beth into a quick, protective hug, her voice gruff but warm. “Yeah, text him. But don’t go full Beth on him yet—no sonnets about his… equipment, okay? Just say you had fun and wanna hang again. If he’s got a brain, he’ll see you’re a catch. And if he doesn’t, I’ll bench press him into the next dimension.”

As Lisa held Beth close, her strong arms wrapping around her petite friend, her mind churned with a mix of affection and frustration. God, Beth, you’re such a mess, but I freaking adore you. That spark in your eyes, even when you’re crying over some guy’s monster junk—it’s so you. Always diving headfirst into chaos, and somehow it’s the most endearing thing. I’d kill to have someone look at me the way you talk about this Hans guy, all smitten and starry-eyed. Hell, I’d love to have that kind of equipment myself. I’d show you how it’s done, babe. Pin you down, make you forget all about that fumbling nerd. I’d dominate you just the way you need—none of this shy, panicky nonsense. You’d be a puddle, Beth, and I’d make it so damn right. Her grip tightened slightly, a protective edge to it, but then her thoughts faltered. But am I even your type? I mean, you’re all about guys, right? I don’t even know if you’d ever look at me like that. Shit, am I into girls? Or is it just… you? She shook her head, brushing off the thought, her usual confidence wavering for a split second.

“No…” Lisa muttered under her breath, almost to herself, as she pulled back slightly, her voice gruff but steady. “You don’t need to overthink this, Beth. Just text him and see what’s up.”