Stacy calls

I lay down on my bed. Bored into a coma.

.....................

I get pulled out of my stupor by Stacy. I hear her call my name, "Daniel!" I stand up and walk to her room, and poke my head into the room.

Her room is pink enough to hurt. You couldn't find more than ten objects that is not a shade of pink. There is a full body mirror pointed towards the bed, where Stacy sits, and the dresser sits right next to that. It was an overall small room, but Stacy seemed to like it.

Stacy sees my head pop in and smiles. She takes her left hand and pats on a spot next to her on the bed. "Daniel," she says, "Please, come in." I open the door, and walk in. I sit on the spot she picked for me and wait for what ever she wants.

"So, I wanted to ask you something." She mumbles.

"Okay, shoot." I say, wondering quietly what she would ask.

"Does..." She stops, and, blushing, continues, "Anal... feel good?" she covers her face in fear of being judged.

"Well, yeah."

She looks up and then speaks, "Well, I have something else to ask you."

"Okay."

"Okay, I know I said it was just once, but..." She pulls down her pajama pants, revealing a hard-on. "It just won't go down!" after a few deep breaths, she continues, "I think I want to try anal... but maybe I could just... fuck you, again?"