Monday
"I'll tell you what the problem is, he's small! Like really really small!" claimed Jess in a hushed voice over her coffee.
"Didn't you see him before you got married?" I asked.
"Well yeah, but I thought he was flaccid! I didn't think that was it!"
Jess had just come back from her honeymoon. We'd met at Starbucks for a catch up and the conversation had soon turned into her ranting about her new husband's penis.
"Well he's a good man, you can't just leave him over that."
"It's alright for you!" she says spitefully, "with your before marriage sex..."
"Hey don't come bringing my sex life into this" I snapped at her, "I told you I thought it was dumb but you wanted it to be special and all that..."
"I know... I know... but I've heard your stories. I thought it was going to be amazing and then is was just...it's just..." sighs Jess.
She looks hurt, I feel bad for telling her about my sex life, thinking I might have heightened her expectations more than I should have. I try to think of something to say, failing and just looking into my own half-full cup of mocha --
"How big is he anyway?" she suddenly asks.
"What?" I reply, off guard, not expecting such a question.
"Well you've said he's big, but never how big. So come on -- spill the beans! I want to know what I'm missing."
I feel bad for her boyfriend, but her turn of questioning is so unexpected, I fail to defend him and simply spurt out "He's around 8 inches."
"8 inches!" she says far too loudly for my comfort, "My god how can you even know what I'm on about. Steve is 2 inches. 2 god damn inches!"
Her sudden excitement shocks me, "Sorry" I mutter -- not really knowing what to say.
"Show it me."
"What?"
"Show me his cock. I know he's sent you pictures of it to your phone. Come on, I want to see it."
"What about Steve, won't he be mad?" I ask.
"He won't know. Come on, what harm is a bit of eye candy?"
Her excitement about my man's endowment shocks me and excites me at the same time. Jess didn't know about the more adventurous things in our sex-life, I kept our group activities secret from her; she was shocked enough when I told her about my love of anal -- this just wasn't like her at all.
I pulled out my phone, unlocked it and got the latest picture he had sent me up. It was a good photo, taken so the under side of his shaft was facing the camera. He looked incredibly hard in it, his large head shining brilliantly. I knew he'd love the idea of Jess looking at it, but I had never imagined she would ever see it. I passed my phone to her shyly over the table, scared of her reaction. Frightened that boundaries may be broken, I'd made sure to keep my "real-life" friends and "sex" friends separate.
She took it from me, a wicked smirk spread across her face; I couldn't help but feel that she had planned this all along.
"Jesus-fucking-Christ" she slowly whispered, "Goey... that thing is huge."
I blushed deeply staring into my cup; I could feel the heat in my cheeks. A lot of women had seen his cock before, but never a close friend, the whole idea excited and terrified me.
"Holy hell, look how stuffed you are!"
I looked up quickly, froze, realised she had browsed further into my photos and quickly snatched my phone from her. The photo was of me riding him reverse cow-girl.
"That's not funny"
"Oh calm down Goey. I'm the victim here! You lucky cow." She joked.
"Sorry... just wasn't expecting it I guess... Not like you to be like this."
"Hey a girl has needs. Now come on let me have another look!" asks Jess.
I declined; I was thinking it had got a bit weird.
The conversation drifted off onto other topics. I left to go to the bathroom leaving my phone on the table -- thinking nothing of it. We ordered another round of Starbucks and talked about work, me filling her in on the latest gossip she had missed, before saying goodbye and heading off home. While walking home I realised my phone was on the table when I went to the toilet, I unlocked it, and there on my screen was the photo of his cock with the message "Transfer Complete." I shuck my head in disbelieve, pocketed my phone and walked home.
Wednesday
I was pottering around the market, British strawberries were apparently in season and I wanted to pick some up to surprise my boyfriend, Tom, as he loves them. Seeing nothing but strawberries from other countries I soon gave up and was going to return home when I heard someone shout me from behind.
"Hey Goey!" bellowed the voice.
It was Steve. After my talk with Jess on Monday he was the last person I wanted to see -- I felt as if I had betrayed him in some way. He ran over to greet me.