Track Down Sharon in the Kitchen

She managed to track down Sharon in the kitchen, the birthday girl was filling a cooler with bottles of booze from the refrigerator. Mostly the sugary sweet flavoured alcoholic beverages aimed at women, which made sense. Beyond Jim and his inseparable friend Rick there probably weren't too many men invited to the party.

Robin tiptoed behind Sharon and rubbed her crotch against Sharon's rump. “Heyyy Share-bear.”

Sharon jumped like she'd been doused like water. “Jeezus!” She turned around to face the now giggling Robin, “Christ, Robin! What's wrong with you!?”

“Oh, come on Share-bear! I was just, you know, having some fun,” Robin insisted.

Sharon shook her head, “no, that's not what I'm talking about. You've always been such a bitch to me at school, and now all of the sudden you're coming over to my house, acting like we're best friends, calling me Share-bear? Honestly, what's gotten into you?”

Robin pouted. “So, what? You don't like me being nice to you, or something?”

“That's not it. It's just... It's weird! People don't just change on a dime like that, yet here you are giggling like a bimbo, and with a strap-on under your jeans no less!”

“Strap-on?” Robin tilted her head in confusion. “What, you mean, like, my cock?” She unzipped her pants, exposing her throbbing nine-inch organ to the world, her softball sized testicles straining against the fabric of her panties.

“ROBIN! What the fuck!?” Sharon exclaimed. “I... When did you get that!? I mean, I've seen you in cheerleading and there's no way you could have been hiding--”

“Sounds like you're the one on crazy pills! I've, like, always had this bad boy. It's just too bad the two of you have never met.”

“Robin, think about what you're saying! You couldn't have possibly had a cock before or—aaand now my hand's on your dick,” Sharon said, cutting herself short. Robin had taken advantage of Sharon's shock to take her hand and move it to her cock.

“Sharon, you need to relax, girl! Let off some steam! I know how selfish Jimbo is in the sack, so why don't we just let loose and do something fun? We can, like, call it your birthday gift!” As she spoke Robin began slowly moving Sharon's hand up and down her shaft, coaxing a drop of precum from the tip. Sharon was too dumbfounded to think to pull her hand away. That is, until Robin reached underneath Sharon's skirt, pushed her panties to the side, and began rubbing her pussy.

Sharon shook her head and backed herself against the kitchen counter. “No way. This is too messed up.”

“Oh, come on girl. You know you want this!” Robin advanced on Sharon, pinning her against the table, and then lifting up her skirt. “There's, like, no way Jim's this big. Just say it and it's yours. My enormous juicy cock.”

*Written by FK