Thread: The Swap [JohnD and Sigr]

Fuck you Will, I don't have time for your dick now Laura cursed at the message notification, stressed over what could only be a dick of her own, not to mention last night's text based tirade. Her shaking hands took the phone, trying to look at the slowly diminishing bulge on her shorts as less as possible, but William's message startled her. How could he know- wait, he didn't, don't be stupid, you are just panicking. Nothing different, I still think you are an asshole she wrote, still not sending it, as she received a second message and his correction. It was too much of a coincidence, wasn't it? Laura's leaned closer into the phone, reading that if so they should meet. As if she was in shape to meet anyone at that moment, even less him. The girl fidgeted on the bed, as ignoring the presence on her groin wasn't helping much, only to feel a familiar yet still different feeling. Of course, it was bound to happen as she got up, specially glaring at the empty lemonade bottle on her nightstand, as it was somehow its fault. Fuck she repeated once more, already more than the usual expletives she uttered in a week. Awkwardly getting off her bed and walking to her own particular bathroom inside the bedroom, she approached the toilet. Carefully Laura pulled down her shorts and panties, releasing that meaty thing into plain view. She had seen plenty of them in porn, but the perspective was something new, not to mention the cooler air of the bathroom dancing around it now it was released from its prison. Daring to look down, a crimson blush extended through her face. The first thing she noticed was that her pubes were still there, a small tuft of carefully kept blonde hair, looking almost cute on top of that wrong appendage. The thing itself wasn't hard, not porn hard, but it was still a bit... erect? Inflated? What the hell was the word for such a situation she didn't know, but she wanted to get rid of the sensation if not the whole thing. Sitting down on the toilet, Laura shivered, as the added encumbrance brushed against the toilet seat. She didn't want to touch it, so she shuffled until things were in place. The poor girl found relief, and even dared to wipe that thing with lots of toilet paper between it and her hand, finding a small victory as it started to point down and shrink a bit, the head hiding under the skin. With the clarity of someone that has just dealt with an emergency making the clouds of her mind fade, Laura was aware of two things. She wouldn't be able to deal with such a thing without advice of an owner of one like it, and who better than Will, that lately seemed controlled by the urges of that bulge. The second was that in no way she was going to be able to receive him and whatever stupid thing he wanted to share dressed like she was. Fine. Give me 5 to get rdy. I'll put the ladder on she texted him, getting to her ample wardrobe without time for a shower. Some boyish red hip huggers she bought some time ago were better suited to deal with her current underwear situation than low rise panties. After awkwardly tucking the meaty thing in, she put bike shorts on top, hoping for extra compression. Even soft and covered, the damned thing was big enough to bulge in the tight clothes, so Laura threw a flowing white skirt on top of the bike shorts. Completing the outfit with a clean white bra and a black top, the whole thing looked sporty and casual, so it shouldn't rise any weird flags with William. Retrieving it from the bottom of the last box of her wardrobe, Laura propped the rope ladder on her sturdy window. It was a safe thing, carefully made by their parents ages ago so they could play in the tree house, but since they got older and more distant, it had been stashed there. Laura couldn't bear to throw it away, a memory of a childhood when things were way more simple, specially since that morning.