In a near-panic, you call your best friend Julie. The two of you have been best friends your whole lives and share everything. Based on the tone of your voice Julie can tell you're serious when you say you have something to talk to her about and need her to come over right away. She lives right next door and you visit each other all the time through each other's unlocked back door, so you have just enough time to remove your panties and put on sweat pants before you hear a timid knock at your door.
"Jane?" comes Julie's voice, clearly concerned.
"Come in," comes your voice, soft and a bit scared. "And close the door behind you, please? And lock it?"
"Sure thing..." Julie answers, and carries out your request before approaching to pull up a chair opposite you sitting on your bed cross-legged. "So what's up? Something wrong?"
"Um...uh, yeah, you could say that," you stammer, searching for words. Soon you realize there simply are no words that could prepare her. "I was just sitting at my computer and all of a sudden...look, we're friends no matter what, right?"
"Of course, just tell me what's happening, maybe I can help."
You're shuddering with fear but also, you realize, perhaps a bit of excitement when you think about the implications of Julie's words. Thus emboldened, you uncross your legs, and in one motion so as not to give yourself time to hesitate, pull your sweatpants down, revealing your fat, semihard dick lying on your thigh like a napping dog.
Julie's eyes widen with shock, but you think you might also see--could it be?--is there a hint of a smile tugging at her lips?
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