Roxy's No Nut November

"No way. Do guys actually do that?" Roxanne's jaw drops incredulously, a teasing, almost curious, smile playing at her features.

You shrug. "I guess. I've never done it."

"What?" Roxy's jaw drops even lower now, her eyes lighting up with mischief. "Not even by accident? I never knew you were such a sex addict."

"Whoa," you say, chuckling. "Not a sex addict. It's just... different for guys, you know? We get, uh, backed up after a while."

"Oh," Roxy says. "I never realized it was so... hard."

You're holding back full on laughter now as the lewdness of the current conversation dawns on you both.

Roxy's hazel eyes glow in the afternoon sunlight, her cascading brown hair framing what could only be described as an attractive face: a tiny button nose, enormous Disney-princess eyes, and freckles to top it all off. Her sizable chest is held back by an entirely too small peach tank top. It is hard to deny: she was sexy. Of course, you'd always just been friends throughout high school, best friends, but friends nonetheless. You simply don't see each other in that way. You've had other girlfriends, she's had boyfriends. But your relationship is something special. You can share things like this without getting TOO embarrassed. You can even talk about things like No Nut November.

"I'm sure I could do it if I really wanted to," you say boastfully. "I have self control."

"Oh, do you?" Roxy quirks her eyebrow. "You sure your balls wouldn't get too backed up? You wouldn't cum in your pants half way through the month?"

"Roxy!" Your face actually turns red from embarrassment. Apparently, she still can get you like that. "Believe me. I'm not a barbarian."

"Hmmmm," Roxy says, eyeing you up and down. "We'll see about that, Matthew."

"What are you talking about?"

"I bet you can't make it through November without... well, nutting!" Roxy's smile is wider than ever. She is definitely goading you.

"Oh, you are SO on," you say without missing a beat. "Easy. It's a bet."

"I want something good if I win," Roxy smirks. "Er, WHEN I win."

"Like what?"

"Mmmm," Roxy thinks for a moment, her red lips going into a pout. "For your lack of self control... you'll have to do whatever I say. For a full month."

Your eyes go wide. "A full MONTH?!"

"What — you scared now?" The challenge in her eyes is devious.

"No. But what do I get when I win?"

Roxy thinks for a moment. "I guess the same thing, huh? I'll do whatever you want me to for a month. Your chores, homework, whatever."

The prospect of having Roxy at your beck and call is hard to resist. "Deal."

Roxy takes your hand all too quickly, shaking it vigorously. "Deal!"

Then she leans in, her peppermint breath warm against your cheek, so close you can feel her breasts press against your chest. "I hope you're ready, Matthew. Tomorrow, it begins."

Are you ready?