Author's Note:
That episode of American Dad where Steve slow cooks that pork inspired me to write this, as funny as that is.
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Harriet Worthman desired a ham sandwich.
For some odd reason, the eighteen-year-old girl had the deep longing for a ham sandwich a few seconds after she had returned from the world of dreams that morning. It was as if ham called to her. But ham did not have voices. And yet, as strange as it was, it seemed like there was a ham sandwich around that called out to her teenage mind, like involuntary celibate males seeking pussy and leaving dirty comments on the social media belonging to girls who were old enough to fuck them.
"I think that Brayden guy decided to ghost me," Jasmine said, sitting in the spot next to Harriet on the bench in the park. She held her cellphone in her right hand, keeping her brown eyes aimed at the phone's glowing screen. A frustrated, I'm-pissed-off-for-real sigh darted out her mouth. "You got to be fucking kidding me! Now I'm pissed off for real. He fingered me last night, now he doesn't want to even try going all the way with me? I want to get some guy's dick wet. Apparently, that's asking for way too much."
Harriet laughed, stopped laughing when her stomach growled with a ferocity that made the girl almost cover her face with shame.
"Wow, someone's hungry," Jasmine said before patting Harriet's stomach through the white shirt she had on. Harriet flashed her closest friend in the universe a big smile, as if the action would eat the shame dwelling within her into blank nothingness. "I'm happy that I ate two bowls of ramen before coming out here with you."
Harriet shook her head before bringing a hand against her clothed stomach.
"I should've ate that breakfast Justin made," she said. Her stomach growled again. "Jesus, I really should've ate that breakfast. Goddamn."
The hunger became so intense that it seemed to bring a deep pain into Harriet's slim body. The sunlight emerging from the blue sky above her head seemed to hurl illumination that drilled into her. It seemed like the drifting white clouds tossed malice-shrouded glares her way. Hungry as hell, it seemed like the entire environment hated Harriet with a passion.
"Hey, it's all right," Jasmine said. She rubbed Harriet's back in a circular motion, as if hunger that wasn't even starvation was a serious issue. "We can go to a fast food joint somewhere. I just need to go to the bathroom first."
She pointed at that small building that held the men's restroom and the women's restroom.
"Jesus Christ, I'm so hungry, Jasmine," Harriet said and stood. "But okay, I'll go with you to the restroom."
Jasmine moved her cellphone into her pocket, then she extended her hand toward Harriet. Harriet grabbed her hand and helped the girl stand. She did not have an issue with giving Jasmine what she wanted, even if it was something as simple as helping her get off a bench in the park. Jasmine could have done it herself. But Harriet and Jasmine were two best friends in a world where not everyone was a friend. Harriet had to look out for her. Jasmine had to look out for Harriet.
"Thanks, girly," Jasmine said, her long dirty blond hair rippling as a strong wind made its arrival. Harriet shifted her gaze to a gray-haired man dressed in a long brown trench coat. The man carried a sandwich wrapped in plastic, which he dropped close to a tree before heading toward a parked car. "Well, looks like someone literally lost their lunch. Come on, Harriet. Bathroom time."
Harriet moved with Jasmine toward the building containing the women's restroom. Along the way, she stopped walking and let herself lag behind, and then she grabbed the sandwich that the man had dropped to the green grass.
In the restroom, her long brown hair cloaked in bright light as she stood in the space belonging to a toilet stall, Harriet bit into the ham sandwich, chewed before swallowing the chunks of food.
"I wouldn't be too bummed out, Jasmine," Harriet said. Now that she had swallowed genuine and delicious food, Harriet seemed more to be in a good enough mood to direct words to her eighteen-year-old girl friend. "About that boy, I mean. Boys are awful, you know? Most rapists are men. Hell, some of them are boys. I even heard about this one guy. He was barely out of high school. He wasn't even in college yet. He broke into his old high school, fucked the janitor lady who was always nice to him. The thing is that she was married, and he fucked her against her will."
"He raped her," Jasmine said, pissing in the other stall. "That's what that is. That's rape. Hey, Hare. What happened to him? Did he go to prison? Please tell me that story of yours ends with him getting fucked in the ass by Tyrone and Julius."
Harriet laughed. Her big smile soon faded.
"No," she said. "Most rapists don't go to prison. This boy didn't go to prison. There's no justice in this world, Jasmine. And boys think with their cocks."
That much was true. Harriet's almost twenty-year-old brother would have thought with his cock for sure, if he was not so Christian.
A toilet flushed, the sound coming from the stall that Jasmine was in.
"I'm going to come in there with you," Jasmine said. "There's a video I want you to see. Get ready for me."
Harriet finished the rest of her ham sandwich. Thank the dear Lord above that a strange man had randomly left a sandwich in the park.
The girl unlocked her stall door. She locked it again after her friend moved into the stall's area with her.
"Holy shit!" Jasmine said, as if Harriet had showed her a video of a sex-addicted politician banging her. Jasmine brought her hands against Harriet's cheeks. "I need to tell you that you're beautiful more often. It's fucking crazy that I didn't realize how hot you fucking are."
Harriet chuckled, fiddled with the sandwich bag she held in her left hand. She let go of the object.
"Show me the video, so we can go to a fast food place," Harriet said. "Is it on a website? Did you record it yourself? If it's on a website, maybe I can look it up on my phone."
Jasmine shook her head.
"Forget the damn video," she said. She crossed her slim arms, licked her pink lips. "Do you think a girl can get all the nutrition she needs by eating pussy?"
If Harriet was in the process of eating, she might have choked on her food.
"What?" she said. "What kind of question is that, Jasmine?"
"A question I want answered," Jasmine said to her friend. Both of the two teenage girls remained in the toilet stall, facing each other. "You're hungry, right? If you ate my pussy and no actual food, do you think that would be enough to keep you from starving to death?"
Harriet contemplated it, as if she was a genuine dumb ass.
"I don't think so," she said when sixteen seconds went by. "I just don't feel like a girl can fight starvation by eating another girl out."
Jasmine brought her hands to Harriet's feminine hips.
"Maybe I can test it out," Jasmine said. She unbuckled Harriet's pink belt. Harriet grabbed the girl's wrists. "It's okay, Hare. I'm only going to fuck you with my tongue."
Harriet's heart pounded in her chest.
Was the girl terrified?
Jasmine moved onto her knees.
"Maybe we shouldn't," Harriet said as her seduction agent of a friend unbuttoned her jeans. "Someone might come in."
Jasmine unzipped Harriet's blue jeans.
"We need to test this out, you hot fucking bitch," Jasmine said. She pulled down Harriet's pants, took down her pink panties. A grin reached Jasmine's face, the girl's pupils dilated. "Look at that pretty pussy? If I was your brother, I would go to town on you every goddamn day."
