“I’m not going to school today,” she tells you while sitting on the toilet. You nod your head dumbly, suddenly remembering that you do have school today. In your drunken daze, you had completely forgotten about school. You nurse your head and fight down the urge to scream from the pain in your head. Why did you have to go with Angela during a school night, now your going to be the living dead all through the day. Then again, you could always pick option B.
“Good thing you’re staying home, we can keep each other company while everyone else is in school,” you snicker thinking about all those losers that will be in class while your hanging with Angela. You didn’t want to renter her rectum, but there were other ways you could keep each other occupied. Just thinking of some of the interesting things you could do was starting to give you an erection. Since you are totally nude, Angela easily notices it.
“Good idea Einstein, only if I remember correctly, Mrs. Tweed told you that if you missed one more class, she was going to give you permanent detention.” You sulk at the mention of your controlling homeroom teacher Mrs. Tweed. The woman was so bossy, that there was a rumor around school that she used to be a dominatrix before she became a teacher.
“But if aren’t going to school, then who’ll take me?” Angela’s face contorts and your afraid you’ve angered her. She grunts loading and you hear something hit splash into water. Angela sighs contently and looks at you.“ I’m going to ask my sister to take you.”
“WHAT!” You say way too loudly, causing Angela to wince in pain. She reopens her eyes and glares at you hatefully. You meekly smile at her from her hand, hoping you haven’t upset her too badly.
“Sorry,” you whisper softly. “But what are you thinking? Your sister hates me. She’ll walk down the street and throw me in a dumpster the first chance she gets. I’d be safer if you tied me to a dog and told him to take me to school.” Angela pauses after hearing what you’ve said, for a split second actually weighing the pros and cons of the dog idea, but ends up scrapping it. Her sister was slightly more reliable then a dog.
“Genie will take you to school and treat you with a eensy bit of respect, and do you know why?”
“Because she’s your sister and if you ask her politely she’ll do it because she loves you?”
“No, because if she doesn’t I’m going to print her diary on the Internet for everyone to see.” Once again, Angela’s face contorts and she grunts out unladylike. Another splash follows and Angela slumps down. “I need more fiber,” she whimpers.
“Do you have to do that while holding me?” You ask, trying not to gag at the smells coming from the toilet. Knowing that what you smelled was trailing behind you while you were inside Angela’s butt is not very good for your psyche.
“Of coarse, silly boy. I want you to know what you came close to being buried in.” Angela began to let out a thunderous laugh, but stopped short when her hangover sent a jolt of pain to her brain, shutting her up.
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