You sit there trying to think of something interesting to say, but all you can think about is those photos!
"So, Ellen is a cheerleader?"
"Yeah. She is." Amy says absently as she paws through a drawer.
"Huh. Are you a cheerleader?"
Amy looks up at you, smirking and gives a little chortle. "Me? Ha. Uh, no. It's not really my kind of thing."
"Hmm. Like the uniforms-and-pigtails aren't your kind of thing? Or the... gangbangs aren't your thing?"
She stops looking for whatever she was looking for and turns to face you. "Excuse me?"
Well, at least you have her attention now. You clear your throat. "Ah, well, Ellen showed me this picture she has of... her getting... initiated, I guess. And she's got this big black dick down her throat. Which is weird, because I don't recall her ever dating any black guys, or being the sort that would give blowjobs on film. Of course, I guess I don't really know that side of her, I guess she's been waiting for college to do that sort of thing..." You decide to shut up. You've been rambling, but Amy has just been staring at you.
"You have a problem with that sort of thing?" she asks neutrally.
"Uh, well, no, I guess not. I mean, I guess I thought Ellen was this sweet, innocent, girl-next-door type. So it's kind of a surprise, but kind of hot."
Amy just smiles at you. |