Before we start, I just want to say that, even though this is a fiction post, I did actually cum yesterday, November 15th. The events described in this post have nothing to do with how I came yesterday and, thus, why this is marked fiction.
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It was November 15th, the day that split the month in half. So far, I'd managed not to nut, and as proof, my cock was as thick as a log and my balls were plump like olives - even bigger than olives, I'd say! Because it was a Sunday on the day that split the month in half, and because I'd lasted as long as I did with erupting any thick, white, sticky goo, I decided to treat myself to some breakfast, if a drink from Blenders in the Grass was considered breakfast anyways.
It was a short, ten-minute walk to the establishment that makes and sells smoothies, and as usual, the girl who I always saw there on the weekends and who always took my orders was a girl named Lizzie. She was a bit tall but definitely blonde, curvaceous, and had an hourglass body. Because I was always the first person in the restaurant, we'd always spend the first ten minutes talking about stuff from a wide array of topics before other customers arrived, and this included questions like how our week was, or if something new happened, and sometimes anything sexual if she didn't have a fellow coworker or manager nearby.
I opened the glass doors that day, and as always, she perked her head up with a friendly smile when she saw me standing in the doorway.
"Hey, Lizzy!"
"Hey, cutie."
That was when I noticed that, even though she was smiling at me friendly, she had a sad look in her eyes.
"Lizzie, what happened?"
"Oh..." She sighed, "my toy broke last night."
I looked at her confused.
"I was playing with my vibrator last night and I accidentally left it out on my desk because I remembered I had to do something. Next thing I know, I see it fly over my head and crash near my feet. Stupid dog flung it around like it was a fucking chewtoy."
"And now you're horny?"
She stared up at me, her eyelids squinting menacingly, or either annoyed. "No shit. What makes you say that?"
I gulped, chuckled awkwardly, and backed away from her, my butt hitting against the nearby shelf containing a bunch of Blenders products for sale. I looked at the shelf for a few seconds, then I looked back at Lizzie, only to see her eyeing me like a juicy steak on a plate, complete with her biting her bottom lip seductively.
"Maybe you can help me out, cutie?"
"H-How?" Damn it, my voice squeaked.