A Tiny Sip
Your Life......Smaller
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Floating in the mixed drink, you console yourself about the situation by thinking how this couldn’t possibly get any worse. At that point, Becky starts lifting up her cup and the gentle waters your in turn into a raging tsunami. Strong waves of cola and alcohol throw you from side to side. You struggle to stay afloat, but can’t seem to keep your head above water for more then a few seconds. Catching a glimpse of what’s above you for a scant second, you heart misses a beat. Hanging directly above you are Becky’s pursed lips, ready to drink down the lake-sized drink your floating in.
Forgetting about how much this girl annoys you, desperately you start waving your hands and screams as loud as you can. “Becky! Down here! Look Becky!” You’re plunged under water again and come back out just in time to see Becky’s lips on the rim of the can.
Please nurse the drink, please nurse the drink, you think frantically. If she upturns the cup, several thousand gallons of pop and alcohol will flow into her mouth carrying you with it. Your only chance of survival lay with Becky only sipping her drink, allowing you to out swim the flow of liquid. A grin escapes you at the sight of Becky hesitating to taste her alcohol-enhanced beverage. You should have known a total prude like Becky would never be a big drinker. Just as you celebrate, a thought enters your mind, even if it’s only a tiny sip, can you still resist being pulled in?
Her lips hovering over the cup, Becky takes a tentative sip. She’d been holding the cup for ten minutes now and had yet to drink it because of the alcohol. Knowing she couldn’t just stand around with her drink all night, she took a tiny drink. A teeny-weeny taste couldn’t hurt.
Pursed lips the size of two double-decker buses hover a few feet above the water and start sucking. It’s like a reverse waterfall, the water flowing up into the tiny gape between the puckered lips in an amazing display of suction. It would look kind of cool if you weren’t being pulled in. Franticly you swim in the opposite direction, but you only mange to flap your arms. You’re caught in the suction, being drawn closer and closer towards your doom. Screaming, you’re lifted out of the water by the incredible suction. You stare ahead of you, past the red lips and into the dark hole where you’re going. Unknowingly swallowed, your money was always on unknowing crushed as what kills you.
Then, just as you begin to pass Becky’s lips, she stops sipping her drink. Pulling back, she winces at the taste of her drink, pushing her lips together as she flinches. Her giant lips come crashing down against you, flattening you between their wrinkled surfaces. It’s like two giant waterbeds are squeezing against you, smoothing your tiny body and squishing you nearly flat. When Becky pulls her lips apart to smile at a passing quest, you’re left clinging to her bottom lip, having squeezed into one of the wrinkles. Having gone from being trapped in a drink to trapped on a girl’s lip, you soothe yourself again with the knowledge that right now, nothing, nothing, absolutely nothing could make this situation worse.
You are such a dumbass sometimes.
Forgetting about how much this girl annoys you, desperately you start waving your hands and screams as loud as you can. “Becky! Down here! Look Becky!” You’re plunged under water again and come back out just in time to see Becky’s lips on the rim of the can.
Please nurse the drink, please nurse the drink, you think frantically. If she upturns the cup, several thousand gallons of pop and alcohol will flow into her mouth carrying you with it. Your only chance of survival lay with Becky only sipping her drink, allowing you to out swim the flow of liquid. A grin escapes you at the sight of Becky hesitating to taste her alcohol-enhanced beverage. You should have known a total prude like Becky would never be a big drinker. Just as you celebrate, a thought enters your mind, even if it’s only a tiny sip, can you still resist being pulled in?
Her lips hovering over the cup, Becky takes a tentative sip. She’d been holding the cup for ten minutes now and had yet to drink it because of the alcohol. Knowing she couldn’t just stand around with her drink all night, she took a tiny drink. A teeny-weeny taste couldn’t hurt.
Pursed lips the size of two double-decker buses hover a few feet above the water and start sucking. It’s like a reverse waterfall, the water flowing up into the tiny gape between the puckered lips in an amazing display of suction. It would look kind of cool if you weren’t being pulled in. Franticly you swim in the opposite direction, but you only mange to flap your arms. You’re caught in the suction, being drawn closer and closer towards your doom. Screaming, you’re lifted out of the water by the incredible suction. You stare ahead of you, past the red lips and into the dark hole where you’re going. Unknowingly swallowed, your money was always on unknowing crushed as what kills you.
Then, just as you begin to pass Becky’s lips, she stops sipping her drink. Pulling back, she winces at the taste of her drink, pushing her lips together as she flinches. Her giant lips come crashing down against you, flattening you between their wrinkled surfaces. It’s like two giant waterbeds are squeezing against you, smoothing your tiny body and squishing you nearly flat. When Becky pulls her lips apart to smile at a passing quest, you’re left clinging to her bottom lip, having squeezed into one of the wrinkles. Having gone from being trapped in a drink to trapped on a girl’s lip, you soothe yourself again with the knowledge that right now, nothing, nothing, absolutely nothing could make this situation worse.
You are such a dumbass sometimes.
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