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More Drugs and More Pancakes (NSFW)

“Hello?” It was a deep gravely voice.

“Dad?” David recognized the voice.

“Hey boy. How are you doing?” It was his father.

David was accustomed to talking to his parents when he was high, but, at the moment, he was sober, which was going to make things difficult. “Fine. What’s up?”

“Oh I just wanted to check up on you and see how you were.” The bedroom door swung open, momentarily filling the room with the din of about a thousand girls screaming at the top of their lungs. It closed just as quickly as it had opened, and Kari waved giddily at David. David was doing his best to push out the image of the last time he had seen her, where she had a wad of cum pooled up in her hand after blowing some guy in the parking lot. She held his wad in her palm as she came up the stairs, knocked on the door, and threatened the entire party with it before finally washing it off in the kitchen sink. David always wanted to ask her why she didn’t just spit it out or wipe it off in the parking lot, but it’s a difficult question topic to transition to. “How’s the weather? Oh, by the way, why didn’t you leave the baby batter in the bushes?” David tried to imagine what would’ve prompted her to carry a palm full of man goo from the parking lot into the apartment. He couldn’t imagine it, though. He never found himself in that situation. At least not with someone else’s spunk.

“Hi,” she squeaked.

“Son, where are you?” David almost forgot his dad was on the phone.

“I’m at Mike’s house.” This was his common excuse for everything. Mike was possibly the trustworthiest person in the world. He was universally trusted by everyone from drug dealers to overprotective parents. Not that David’s parents were overprotective; they were rather laid back. If they were overprotective, he couldn’t have gotten away with half of the shit that he did.

“Oh, I thought I heard some girls.”

“Just the TV.”

“I just wanted to remind you that your grandma’s birthday is coming up and I thought…” David lost track of what he was saying because of what Kari was all of a sudden doing on the bed. She had completely removed her jeans and her panties and left them on the floor. She was sitting near the edge of the bed, bottomless, with her legs spread wide like she was posing for Hustler. Squinting at him through excess skin and wrinkles was Kari’s carefully shaven pussy. With no hair to hide behind, David was almost blinded by her hairless lips. Shining snatch. Gleaming gape. Vivid vulva. Cocking her head to side while she shared her pussy’s gaze, Kari smiled at David as she rolled something metallic between her thumb and forefinger. David’s curiosity of what she was playing with was only amplified by how erect he was. Although he didn’t know why, he resisted the urge to rip off his pants and wildly jump on top of her.

Her attention moved to what she was playing with in her hands. David hoped for some exotic sexual device, the egg, or a mini-dildo.  Her hand opened up and revealed a shiny metal thingy. Shiny metal thingy? She pulled it apart in the middle and brought it down to her lips between her legs. Pinching her clit, she inserted one end of this shiny metal thingy in one side and capped it off on the other. Where did she get her clit pierced?

“…I hope you bought her something nice.” My dad’s voice suddenly came back into my head.

“Huh?” was all David could muster in response while he was still slack jawed, watching as Kari pulled her panties up, buttoned her jeans, and cheerfully waved goodbye as she left the room.

“Your grandmother.”

“Who? Oh, yeah. Never mind. I gotta go.” David’s father mumbled something inaudible before David hung up the phone.

For hours after the clitoris incident, David’s brain was pushing the words clit-ring around his head along with the image of Kari, spread eagle, bedazzeling her crotch in front of him. His brain was occupied with trying to disassociate the words and images with the circumstances that they had recently been experienced. It was busy finding a nice place to nest the image of Kari’s bare vagina that had nothing to do with David’s father. While his brain was working it through, David fell into a conversation with someone that he didn’t recognize at the moment.

“So, who were you talking to?” David knew it was a girl that asked him the question.

“Dunno. Three years maybe?” David shrugged confused.

“What are you talking about? I asked you who you were talking to on the phone.” She sounded slightly agitated.

David’s brain caught “who” and “talking” out of the air and pieced the rest of it together. “My dad. He wanted to make sure I remembered my Grandma’s birthday.”

“Really what did you get her?”

“A clit-ring.”

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