By doing something that might have required more thought...

“No!” Connie didn’t shout but she spoke sharply, enough to get Sandra to stop her pursuit “It’s mine!”

It was quick thinking, but it wasn’t critical thinking. With a slight grimace, Connie raised her hand to her lips and licked the cum off. She was trying not to cringe too much or gag so she lolled her tongue out and took large sweeps at the spot till it was all gone, hoping the absurd act wouldn’t be so obviously a cover for something, more of a playful bit of fun. She held back a wretch and felt her eyes water as she swallowed it down, disgusted at what she’d done to cover her tracks.

“It’s... the first batch, *gulp*, didn’t come out well. I’ll make you some fresh ones when I get the recipe right.”

It was a weak lie but Sandra looked satisfied. Why wouldn’t she, no reason to suspect anything was off. They sat at a nearby table, Sandra leading the way and Connie following behind, a look of revulsion on her face. Sandra sat down elegantly while Connie plopped down and...

The pain was sudden and near unbearable. She’d dropped down right on her balls, crushing them beneath her well toned thighs and buttocks!

Connies eyes widened and she let out a small yelp, the feeling taking over her mind for the moment. Sandra looked perplexed and a few other people turned their heads.

“Ah... I sat on my... my... Pen...”

Connie fumbled round the fabric covering her crotch, pulling a pen out and holding it up as proof. She also slyly readjusted her testicles while doing so, a tear dripping down her cheek. Sandra leant in closer.

“Are you ok?”

Connie nodded. They sat together for about 10 minutes as Connie allowed the pain to evaporate away and Sandra chatted quietly, aware they’d made a slight scene. Mindless stuff really, Sandra was a baker so excited about the prospect of trying Connies buns. ‘Great, another thing I’ll need to do at some point’ Connie pouted. She wasn’t mad, just frustrated still. She was both happy and unhappy with her project so far.

The rest of the day went by in a gloomy haze, Connie was clearly in a mood. She apologised to Sandra at the end of the day and explained it away as stress from the promotion offer. She really didn’t seem to mind, just was concerned for her friend. getting home that night, Connie applied her salve and was again disappointed with another orgasm-less evening. At least the week is halfway done...