She has a micropenis

In a split second your eyes drank up ever bit of Emily’s naked body. You didn’t even have time to close them before you had already seen everything. Her tits were pink, and perky. Her legs were silky and smooth. Her stomach was both soft looking, and firm. Her butt skinny, yet still appealing. Instantly you felt yourself become flush in the face. As you looked down you realized She actually looked sexier then you thought she would naked. She had a whole sort of cute, adorable kinda of body. Not a awwww puppy dog cute though, it was a sexy turn on cute. Man, that cheer leader sweater, and skirt she was wearing really didn’t do her body justice.

Then your eyes registered what you saw between her legs. You saw it, her dick was tiny!! No like TINY, tiny. Like even for a boy it would be considered small. Her cock looked to be only about 3 inches in length and, half the girth of your own penis.

You stood there shocked not sure exactly what to do.

“I uh uh uh.” You said trying to muster some sort of sentence.

Emily who was rubbing her face where the door hit her, then realized she was completely exposing herself to you.

“Don’t look me!!!” She yelled at you with an embarrassed high pitched squeal.

Quickly she pulled the towel over her body covering herself.

“I wasn’t, i mean, I didn’t mean to…” You tried to explain but you just couldn’t string the words together.

Emily wasn’t even listening anyways, eyes were burning with anger, and embarrassment. Her face was bright red as she rose to her feet. You opened your mouth to try an apologize but it was to late.*SMACK* Emily gave you such a powerful slap that it had you stumbling backwards out of the room. She then slammed the door in your face, and locked it.

“Ow that stings….” You said brining your hand to your cheek.

She had really gotten you good, her powerful slap leaving both a dull hot pain, and a bright red hand print on your face. It seemed that those workouts at practice she mentioned had done more then just make her look good.

Stinging face aside, you wondered what the hell Emily was doing in your room practically naked. Was she in to you, and this was some set up that she chickened out of at the last second? Was it some weird sort of fetish thing? Either way you couldn’t just have her barricade herself in her room.

“Emily are you… okay?” You asked knocking on the door.

To your surprise the door flung open. Emily stood in front of you wear one of your t-shirts, and shorts.

“Oh hi Emily are yo- woahhh.” You tried to speak, but Emily grabbed you by your shirt collar before you could.

“What did you see, what did you see?!?!” She demand you answer as she violently shook you like a snow globe.

“I didn’t see anything!”

“Lair, I know you saw it don’t you dare lie to me!”

“I don’t know what your talking about!”

Emily brought her hand like she was going smack you again.

“Okay, okay I may have possibly saw everything!” You admitted, raising your hands to shield your face from the incoming slap.

Emily let go of you. She turned around, and ran her hand through hair. She seemed anxious.

“Damn it.” Emily said as she rubbed her temple with her thumb and pointer.

You straighten out your shirt as she did. You noticed Emily had actually stretched the collar of your shirt as she was shaking you around like a rag doll. Yup those work outs she was getting definitely made her stronger then she looked.

You straightened up as Emily suddenly whirled around to face you. She pointed a finger in your face as she gave you a look that could kill.

“If you tell any one I’m gonna,…I’m gonna…. well j-just don’t alright!” Emily practically shouted that last part, though to you it seemed more like she was begging you then threatened you.

She seemed to be getting flustered again as her cheeks were becoming red once more. She looked over her shoulder like she was scared some one was secretly watching. Then she shoved you to the side, and ran downstairs. So surprised were you that by the time you got down there after her she had ran out the door was running down the street. Certainly not the most graceful exit that was for sure, but man she was fast. Really, she should be a track star rather then a cheerleader.

You watched as she disappeared over the hill. Then you shut the door, you leaned against it as you slumped down to a sitting position .You sighed, that could have gone better you thought. So much for gaining popularity, if she doesn’t out right come after you, she certainly isn’t going to talk to you again.

Wait…. she still has you clothes on to, damn you really liked those shorts too. Well nothing you could do about that now. You headed back into the kitchen when you realized Emily had left her back pack behind. Shoot, you were going to have to give that back weren’t you. Okay maybe you could still savage this.

You could give it back to her at school, and then, and then….. You sighed again, deciding to sleep on figuring a way to win Emily’s favor back.