Page 88 of The Friend Zone

Curiosity eventually gets the best of me and I run an exploratory hand down Rosie’s neck, tracing her shoulder and descending to her big tits.

The feeling of the silicon doesn’t really do it for me. It feels nothing like real skin. Rosie might be extremely realistic, but she’s an inanimate object, and she’s cold to the touch.

My hand continues its journey down Rosie’s waist and flat stomach until I find her very realistic pussy.

I’m reminded that I’m not alone in the room when I explore the little nub at the top of the doll’s outer lips.

“Dude,” Travis mocks me. “She’s not a real girl. You don’t have to try to make it good for her. I don’t even know why they gave her a clit when she can’t feel anything.”

I ignore him. I’m just curious and a little fascinated by how anatomically accurate Rosie looks.

“Hey Trav, can I have some lube?” I ask instead, because it’s more than obvious that Rosie’s clit won’t help get her wet either.

“No lube, sorry.” Travis laughs.

Asshole.

I use two fingers to part her outer lips, dipping inside the doll’s pussy, and stop in my tracks. “What the?—”

I stare at the gooey, white substance that coats my fingers. “Is this?—?”

It’s impossible to miss Travis’s amused grin as he shrugs. “Someone must have used her earlier and forgotten to clean her up. Like I said, she’s here for whenever the mood strikes. The good news is that now you don’t need lube.”

My stomach turns at just the thought of sticking my dick in some stranger’s cum. Shockingly, though, my cock doesn’t deflate despite my disgust. It must be the molly. I don’t know if I should thank Topher or cuss him out for convincing me to take it.

I guess I’ll have to get a little freaky and fuck Rosie in the ass.

My cock twitches at the idea and I realize how fucking horny I am.

The unsettling thing is that this isn’t the usual excitement of a real hookup. My mind couldn’t be more turned off by this entire situation. It’s my body that seems to be buzzing with the need for release.

Rosie’s puckered hole is again extremely realistic, but to be honest, I’m a little worried about sticking my dick in such a tight hole without any lube.

Again, I go on with one finger first. “Are you shitting me? Come the fuck on.” I groan when my fingers encounter something gooey that looks exactly like what was in her pussy at a closer inspection.

“Fine,” I bite out, my cock now pulsing in synch with my accelerated heartbeat with a need I can no longer ignore. “I’m gonna fuck her mouth then.”

When Travis giggles, I know what I’m gonna find even before I check inside Rosie’s mouth. By the way, she has silicone teeth and a super realistic tongue thats coated in the same white, sticky stuff I’ve already encountered twice.

“Dude,” I turn to look at Travis. “This is?—”

The frat president’s smile widens. “This is what you call a buttered donut. I’ll email everyone tomorrow to remind them to clean up after using Rosie. It’s no biggie though, right? Who hasn’t shared with a brother after a wild party?”

I’m not sure if Travis is baiting me to admit that I’ve never had a threesome. I mean, I have. But with two girls, never with another guy.

“I assume a condom is out of the question?” I ask.

“You assume correctly, brother. Also, tick tock. You have four minutes.”

This is a fucking nightmare. I’m not about to risk catching an STD, not even for the sake of my family’s legacy.

There’s only one thing I can do. Since I was denied lube, I spit on my palm and coat my shaft after lowering my boxers.

I spit again, this time applying my saliva to the valley between Rosie’s breasts. I scoot up until I’m straddling her chest and nestle my hard length between her huge tits.

The heightened sensation from the molly is a small blessing because it takes me just under two minutes to complete my task.

I hold Rosie’s tits tighter together as I slide forward one last time and still as the first spurt of my load coats her neck, spraying on her chin and mouth.

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