Pick Me - Sex Stories

Pick Me

I love hanging with the guys. It’s such a nice change of pace. Girls are always bringing drama wherever they go. It’s kinda sad that I have to affiliate with them. Everything’s always the men’s fault. Can’t get a nice job? Men. Can’t afford to buy food? Men. Dropped out of college? Men. Can’t seem to make a relationship work? Men. Girls just can’t take accountability. Which is why I’m glad I’m nothing like them. I’m just another one of the guys.

What’s even better is guys don’t treat me any different from their other guy friends. They won’t go easy on me in games, they’ll rag on me, they won’t open the door when we walk into a building, they’ll burp around me, and they even talk about how hot other girls are when I’m around. It’s so refreshing seeing the insight of guys being guys. Especially when I know for a fact that they aren’t just trying to get in my pants.

I don’t even know what’s so bad about being with guys. They aren’t that good at the games they play and they’re so supportive if you mess up, it’s so easy to make them laugh, they’re so modern that they pick places with automatic doors, they’ll give you cute nicknames like “little sis” and “baby girl”, and if you’re lucky, their preferred type could share some qualities with you. I just don’t get it. It’s like girls only look for things to complain about. They’re so hard on guys for no reason.

It’s a shame how much boys have to tolerate these days. Don’t girls realize how much worse things were back in the ...

... day? I bet they don’t really care since it doesn’t directly effect them. Selfish. This world is just sad. All hate. Not enough love. And that’s why a rare caregiving girl like me is around to provide that love that the world’s lacking.

Like now, Chandler’s girlfriend apparently just dumped him out of the blue and he hasn’t been the same ever since. So I’m visiting him to cheer him up. Literally. His face always lights up when I wear my old cheerleader uniform from senior year. But I don’t know if it’ll have the same effect, though. High school was five years ago and the last time I was able to comfortably wear it was Luke’s birthday a few years ago when he asked me to give him the lap dance experience. But I can power through it. I'll do anything for my friends. Plus, it only slightly hugs me. No big deal.

After reaching his apartment complex and finding his door, I knock on it, waiting for his response. Moments after knocking, I hear footsteps approaching the door. I then hear the sound of the door unlocking before it opens, revealing Chandler. Poor guy. He must’ve been crying up a storm and just needed a moment to fix himself. Guys can be such soldiers.

“Oh, hey, Charlie,” he says,

“Hey, Chandler,” I wave before bringing my hands behind my back, “How you holdin’ up?”

“Uhh…fine. Why? And what’s with the cute uniform?”

Eee! He called me cute!

“Well, I heard about your breakup and I know how much it can hurt.”

“Well, I mean, that was like two months ago. ...