Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“I know,” I reply in a rueful voice. “It’s super-weird but what can I do? They’re millions of miles away. Anyways, girlfriend, what’s going on with you? Enough about me.”
Amy shakes her head, red curls bouncing.
“Not a lot. I want to join a cult too, actually. A tropical island cult filled with guys with two dicks each.”
I stare at her. How does my friend know that guys with double cocks exist?
“I’m sorry?”
Amy giggles, her pretty face breaking out into a smile.
“I’m just pulling your leg, Chloe. But yeah, that would be incredible, right? If there were a deserted island somewhere filled with double-dicked gods. I’d be like Robinson Crusoe. I’d be cast ashore, wearing only tiny rags, and then I’d be kept a slave, and they’d breed me over and over again. They’d force me to have sex with them and produce lots of babies to populate the island. All boys, with double dicks of course.”
“That’s hysterical!” I say while trying to pretend that everything’s normal. “But where in the world did you get this idea of double-dicked men?”
“From my romance novels,” Amy says in a careless tone. “It might be fantasy, but it’s my fantasy, and I like it.”
I giggle, relieved. It doesn’t seem that Amy suspects anything, and I want to keep it that way. After all, Carl is the embodiment of her fantasies, but somehow, it feels wrong to reveal his anatomy to her. There’s something special going on between me and my hunky neighbor, and I don’t want to give away his secrets, even if Amy is my best friend.
“Well, let me know if you find that mysterious island because I’m going with you!” I joke. “I’ll find a life raft and rescue you while also getting boned by the community of double-dicked men.”
“Do so,” Amy says in a smug tone, throwing her red curls over one shoulder. “It’s going to be the best time of our lives.”
I laugh again before standing up.
“I hate to kick you out, Ames, but I need to get ready for a date.”
She bounces up immediately, her eyes alight.
“Oooh, with one of your lover boys?” she squeals. “Which one?”
“A new one,” I wink. “I need to start cooking because actually, he’s coming over for a meal.”
“And then you guys will have super-hot sex, right?” Amy asks while grabbing her bag. “The trailer is going to be rocking on its springs tonight!”
I laugh as my pretty friend departs, making sure to close the door firmly after her. Amy is a handful, but I love her imagination. Imagine a hidden island filled with handsome, hung guys who all have two appendages. It’s crazy, right?
But who knows what crazy means because I’ve met my own double-cocked hero … and now, I’m going to ask him how he got his anatomy.
9
Carl
I knew this moment was coming. Of course it was coming because I’m not your average guy by a long shot. Nonetheless, when I step into Chloe’s trailer, she doesn’t pull the trigger right away. Instead, the pretty girl is wearing a flowered sundress with a patchwork apron over it. The trailer smells heavenly and my stomach literally grumbles.
“Oooh, someone’s hungry,” she giggles while setting down a tray of baked chicken on the kitchen table. “Come on, sit,” she invites. “The food’s ready.”
I lower my massive form onto a bench next to the table. The trailer is decorated in an artsy style that I never would have pegged Chloe for. It’s not bad, mind you, it’s just colorful. There are tie-dyed swags of cloth hanging on the walls bursting with reds, blues, greens, and purples, and the placemats she’s set on the table are styled so that they look like electric sunbursts. The furniture is straight out of the 70’s with an orange velour chair in one corner, and a fluffy white shag carpet in front of the bedroom.
“I like your style,” I comment.
Chloe giggles while rolling her eyes.
“You don’t have to say that. I know it looks like a psychedelic nightmare. It’s from my parents, Bezimba and Trekko. They’re the ones who did it up like this, and I haven’t had a chance to redecorate since they left. There’s even a waterbed in the bedroom,” she says with a wink.
“Well, we’ll have to try it then,” I growl, eyeing her luscious assets. The apron can’t hide her big breasts, and I love the creaminess of her thighs peeking out from beneath the hem. “Do you get seasick?”
“I won’t get seasick if we make love on a waterbed!” she laughs.
“Well, do you have renter’s insurance at least?” I ask. “I’m going to drill you so hard that we’ll probably destroy that waterbed. It’ll spring a leak and flood your place, so we better stow away your belongings first if you want them to stay dry.”
“Oh my goodness!” Chloe giggles again while sitting at the table. “You are just full of it, you know that, Mr. Jonsson?”