It's Your Birthday
"Will there be ice cream cake?"
Anna laughed awkwardly at the question. The twenty-three-year-old was sitting in a food court with her best friend, the birthday girl. They had gone on a celebratory shopping spree to celebrate passing their finals. The topic of the other's upcoming birthday party came up, and she was curiously asking questions.
The birthday girl quirked a pierced eyebrow as she licked some frosting off of her lips. "What? You know I love sweets." She finished the rest of her meal, a milkshake that was liquid diabetes with a satisfied hum.
It took all her willpower for Anne to keep from rolling her eyes. Or course, it would focus her on her desserts, not the expenses. The girl was kind of ditz despite her 3.0 GPA as a dual major in English and Art History. You'd never expect someone like her with over six piercings and body tattoos to be a bimbo. That's how Anne could only think of describing her friend.
Her mind could be very one-dimensional at times and when you tried to get her back on track, she'd just laugh. She was obsessed with buying the newest alternative outfits, even if it meant spending her entire paycheck. More than once a day, she found herself walking into their kitchen to see the woman tits out, gorging on food. If someone left her alone, she'd die from lack of attention.
"Yes, Toya, you'll have an entire platter of pastries to choose from." She watched the girl clap her hands, drawing some odd stares from nearby shoppers.
Toya smiled at her bestie at the confirmation of her dreams coming true. Her tongue piercing bounced around as she started to chat rapidly in a cheerful tone. "Can we also have a charcuterie board? I saw some on my feed last night and they look so cool!"
Anne shrugged, balling up her food wrapped before throwing it away as they prepared to leave. "Isn't that just a platter but for wannabe one percenter?"
Toya gasped as she gathered her things with an annoyed scowl on her face. Her tits were hanging out, earning them more judgmental looks. "No! It's a French meal that has to be served on a wooden board with a certain type of meat."
"I guess then we'll do a board-" Toya began to open her mouth for a squeal, which made Anne shush her. "Just ONE. I only work part time at a dingy diner, so I need to save some money for rent."
This earned her an eye roll. Toya licked her finger, which made her pull it back in disgust. The woman's tongue felt like heaven usually, but they covered it in cream. This made it feel gross as hell to have it wrap around her finger and kiss its tip. The piercing also scratched her nail uncomfortably.
Long box braids moved from off of her shoulders as the girl put her hands on her hips. They weren't the biggest. Anne had to admit, Toya was shaped like a board. If she didn't have such great looking tits, she'd be a solid five. But her average sized tits were perky and looked bigger with how skinny she was, especially with that tiny waist. She had been a size zero for most of their life.
In contrast, Anne was a curvaceous woman who recently got into the gym after a year of binging on junk. Being a short stack at five foot two didn't help. She still loved food, and she despised the idea of being skinny to be hot, but she wanted muscles. And now she had a badass amount of sculpted abs, could bench press decently and her curvy body finally getting some attention.
"I keep telling you to just shake your titties at that old geezer and he'll forget all about you being late on rent." She said with a shit-eating grin blooming on her face.
"Ew, Toya, he's fucking ten years older than us with grey hair and fucked up teeth." The man was a walking zombie who looked at her like a piece of meat. She wanted to vomit as she spoke about him. "I caught him losing his breath just from walking down the hall."
Her friend's tongue piercing rolled as she started to protest against Anne's reservations. "Not every sugar daddy is a stud. He may be a dumb old fuck, but he owns six properties and a vintage car collection."
An irritated growl left Anne's mouth at such a comment. She had vented to their friend's group about how the old man creeped her out. He constantly watched her from afar when she went on jogging. And when he wasn't perving on her, he was arguing about her so-called "lesbo" activities when she openly had a female roommate. She didn't care if he was loaded; he was an asshole.
Of course, Toya meant well, but she was being ignorant as usual. She wanted to give her a kick in the knee for it but instead she pushed her shoulder softly. "Then you go knock on his door and flash the bastard if he's so rich."
"I am sex free." She retorted smugly, her titties bouncing as they walked side by side. The looks they got were now the usual drooling gaze of horny men.
A laugh left Anne's mouth as she almost doubled over with disbelief. The idea of Toya, the real-life version of a siren being sex free was hilarious. "Yeah and I'm straight."
Plush lips pouted as Anne continued to laugh. "I'm serious! I've sworn to not have sex until my college years are over and I'm a historian." Toya said with a straight face as she put a hand on her heart and nodded her head.
"We just masturbated together last night," Anne shivered as she imagined the way Toya looked orgasming all over her velvet blanket. "You came so much I thought you'd pass out."
