Hall of Infinite Doors
You get up to leave.
"Where are you going?" she protests.
"You were making me thirsty. I thought I'd get something."
"Can I tag along?" she asks, smiling cutely.
"What's your name?" you ask playfully.
"I'm BJ." She gets up and tugs on the bottom of her dress so that it covers more of her thigh.
"So, BJ," you say, walking toward your pickup, "what's that that stand for?"
"Nothing, actually," replies BJ. "It's a nickname I got in high school."
"Really?"
"Yeah," she replies. "I used to get teased as being 'milk maid' when I was a junior. You know, I was a cheerleader and hung out with the basketball team a lot. Anyway, one day we hanging out at my friends house, making out after school and everything, and a guy says yells out 'milk maid, over here.' I got all upset at him, mostly because he was a jerk and I didn't like to give myself to him like that. You know. And another guy, Petie, says 'aww, just call her BJ.' The name stuck."
You shortly arrive at your pickup and open the passenger door for her. She hops in. You walk around to the other side. She smiles at you and looks you over.
"So why," you ask "did folks call you the milk maid."
She grins broadly. "Well, if you really must know--" She prostrates herself across the seat and into your lap. Then she unzips your fly and demonstrates her milking ingenuity.
You are overcome. Afterwards she smiles at you and you drive the short distance back to her dorm. When you arrive there she smiles at you and asks if you want to come inside.
"Where are you going?" she protests.
"You were making me thirsty. I thought I'd get something."
"Can I tag along?" she asks, smiling cutely.
"What's your name?" you ask playfully.
"I'm BJ." She gets up and tugs on the bottom of her dress so that it covers more of her thigh.
"So, BJ," you say, walking toward your pickup, "what's that that stand for?"
"Nothing, actually," replies BJ. "It's a nickname I got in high school."
"Really?"
"Yeah," she replies. "I used to get teased as being 'milk maid' when I was a junior. You know, I was a cheerleader and hung out with the basketball team a lot. Anyway, one day we hanging out at my friends house, making out after school and everything, and a guy says yells out 'milk maid, over here.' I got all upset at him, mostly because he was a jerk and I didn't like to give myself to him like that. You know. And another guy, Petie, says 'aww, just call her BJ.' The name stuck."
You shortly arrive at your pickup and open the passenger door for her. She hops in. You walk around to the other side. She smiles at you and looks you over.
"So why," you ask "did folks call you the milk maid."
She grins broadly. "Well, if you really must know--" She prostrates herself across the seat and into your lap. Then she unzips your fly and demonstrates her milking ingenuity.
You are overcome. Afterwards she smiles at you and you drive the short distance back to her dorm. When you arrive there she smiles at you and asks if you want to come inside.