Life with Emily: The Party

Story by DarinSatre

Hello all. I write a fair bit, but I struggle a lot with futa writing specifically. So on the very rare occasion that I get an idea I try to get it written down before it escapes. This is one of those times, featuring my character Emily from the last very small story snippet I did. Also including a couple of art pieces of her I had commissioned!

Emily blinked a few times as everyone stared at her. “What?”

“Emily, you can’t be serious.” Her roommate Nancy said, holding a wine cooler that she was suddenly completely uninterested in, along with the rest of their friends.

Well, perhaps “friends” was a bit strong for Emily’s taste. She wasn’t much for other people, as a rule. Certainly not for parties. The only reason she’d come to this one was because Nancy had insisted she go. It was a trade for a future night of sitting in her dorm room listening to music and getting high without Nancy complaining, so reluctantly she’d accepted the terms.

But now everyone was staring at her like she’d grown a second head, and she found herself regretting this deal.

It had seemed innocent enough. One of the other girls - Madison, she thought? Something like that. Nancy was the only person here she actually knew. Whatever her name was, she had said something about the guy she was sleeping with currently.

“He’s got like 12 inches.” Madison said conspiratorially, sharing this information with her closest friends on campus, and also that weird goth chick that she’d only just met. Emily was a little surprised by how open she was - she didn’t have anything against that sort of thing, but she wouldn’t be telling someone who was basically a stranger about it! Of course, having a couple of drinks had probably loosened Madison’s lips, just like everyone else.

Still, Emily had thought, if she was going to be forced to try to make friends with these people, well, when in Rome, as they said. Might as well try to have a conversation about this if that’s what they were into.

“Huh, wow. You’re into small ones, huh? That’s pretty cool, I’m sure they appreciate that.”

And that’s when everything had stopped. It was like one of those record scratches from the movies, Emily thought, and instinctively she couldn’t help but think Yeah, that’s me. So you’re probably wondering how I got myself into this situation. And honestly, she was. It didn’t make any sense! She’d just made an innocent comment and now suddenly she was the center of attention, and not in a good way.

“Of course I’m serious.” She said, giving Nancy a confused look. “I mean, I didn’t mean it in a bad way! It’s nice! I’m sure plenty of smaller guys appreciate that sort of-” She paused in mid-sentence as she realized that this didn’t seem to be helping at all. No, if anything, they just seemed even more concerned now.

“Look,” one of the other girls whose name Emily had forgotten spoke up now, a blonde who seemed to be one of the more forceful personalities in the group. “I don’t know what kind of weird dildos you’re using but for most of us a foot is a pretty big deal.”

Emily’s cheeks turned red now. See, this was why she didn’t go to parties and stuff. There always had to be some asshole there who wanted to ruin it for her and be snarky and shit.

Normally she tried not to let this get under her skin, but with a few drinks already in her system, it was bothering her more than usual. She huffed, getting defensive and pressing the issue. It was better than having them think she was a liar or something. “Whatever, I’m serious.”

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