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"Wanna Bet?"
Date: 1/14/2016, Categories: First Time Mature Taboo Author: brianbigdogsmith
... gave it a sniff. Hair brushes, sharpies, thin cans of styling goo. To my disappointment, I found no candidates with an unusual scent. Either she hid it, used only her fingers, or I was wrong entirely. I didn't think I was wrong. But for a while, she made me doubt myself. Over the next few days, I asked Faith several times if she wanted to give me a blowjob. She refused each time, acting disgusted that I'd asked. I also regularly suggested she walk around topless. "I've already seen your little tater tots." She just told me to shut up. I didn't get it. I was sure she wanted it. But whether I asked nicely or crudely, I was always rebuffed, sometimes with an insult, more often with just cold silence. Maybe she was just on the rag. Whatever the reasoning, I started to think I was wrong, I'd inflated the whole situation in my head, that this was just a one-time freak occurrence. It wasn't until we had our next argument, a few days after the July 4th holiday, that I thought anything might happen again. It was about a half hour after I had lunch, and I was starting to get the munchies. I'm not a big guy but I can put away a lot of food, especially when I'm bored, and when I'm watching a movie I need something to chow down on. I looked through every one of the cupboards, but we were out of the usual staples snacks, chips, popcorn, crackers. So I went to the fridge, where I found, in the freezer, a large frozen pizza, Three Meat Special. By the time it cooked, I would be ...
... even hungrier than I was, so I decided I could probably eat it all, and started preheating the oven. Faith walked down from her room as I was cutting the pizza on the counter, after it had cooked and cooled some. I was in a good mood, so I nodded towards her. "Do you want some pizza? It's got sausage on it. I know how you like the sausage..." She ignored my innuendo but actually seemed to considered the pizza for a moment, before she shook her head. "Maybe later." I didn't really expect her to have any. Like a lot of girls, she was way too concerned about watching her weight. I guess I couldn't complain about that, whatever she was doing was working for her. "Won't be a later," I warned her as I plucked off a piece of pepperoni and put it in my mouth. "This'll be gone in ten minutes." I wasn't actually serious. I planned on stretching it out over the course of the whole movie, although I knew I could eat it that fast if pressed. I wasn't just a big eater, I was a fast one too. It was a wonder I wasn't huge. If Faith shared enough of genes, she might not have needed to watch her weight at all. Faith looked at the pizza, then made a sort of cluck of disapproval by striking the roof of her mouth with her tongue. "You're such a pig, Mark. And didn't you just eat lunch?" she asked. "There's no way you'll eat that whole thing in ten minutes." That was a challenge. At that point, even though I had been exaggerating, I felt compelled to ...