What are friends for (Futa/f, size, interracial, masturbation)
Story by sumbodii
Hello humans! Long time lurker here.
I've had this story swimming around in my head for a while now but having recently watched Watamote for the first time I was inspired to try and actually write it. The anime has influenced my story, mainly with one character becoming more malevolent than I'd previous planned her, but it's otherwise unchanged. I wanted to show a little love for the dark skinned futa, coz there are never enough stories about them :12:
First Chapter is story setup. This is my first story so please be gentle. Also, British English :P
Chapter 1
Carrie glanced anxiously at her cell phone. It had been over half an hour and Naomi was showing absolutely no signs of the drug taking effect. Unless... maybe Carrie had taken the drug herself. She shook her half full glass, looking for any traces of residue floating around in it. It'd probably be one of the stupidest things she's ever done if she did. And it'd be pretty ironic if she passed out and woke up to find Naomi molesting her instead of the other way around. Before she could decide how much of a bad thing that would be the tall black girl sitting next to her yawned loudly.
"Man, what time is it?" Naomi asked as she leaned back a little deeper into her seat.
"Oh, uh... almost half eight."
"Geez it's early, why the hell am I so sleepy." the dark skinned girl rubbed her eyes and tried to prop herself up again. Several moments passed as the two sat in silence, the dark room illuminated by only by the flickering glow of the TV, "I guess I just don't click with your anime stuff." Naomi said as she slumped back down.
Carrie glared at her out of the corner of her eye. She hated it when people said stuff like 'your anime' or 'your games'. It was just their way of politely calling her weird; an outcast with her strange little hobbies and awkward disposition. She watched Naomi as she sunk lower down into her seat. Finally things seemed to be going somewhere.
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Carrie was 17 years old and a virgin, 2 things she wasn't particularly happy about. The former because she was almost through her teens and hadn't done anything noteworthy yet, and the latter because it seemed like everyone around her was shagging everyone else but her. Well, her and Naomi.
Naomi was Carrie's classmate and she was everything Carrie wasn't; tall, beautiful, confident, and extremely popular at school. The last part really grated on Carrie because there was something about Naomi that should have made her a bigger outcast than Carrie; she had a dick.
It was no secret either, quite the opposite in fact. Not two years ago news channels and papers were hailing her as one of the bravest children of the generation. Growing up in a single parent family she had endured years of teasing and bullying over her not carefully guarded enough secret. None the less she worked hard and managed to get a prestigious scholarship award to pay her tuition all the way through University. And at her acceptance speech, in front of half a dozen camera crews and reporters, she revealed her secret and her long tale of woe up until then.
The media milked her story for all it was worth and not soon afterwards she transferred to Carrie's school. With the horrible experiences she'd been subjected to by her peers Carrie had expected Naomi to be eaten alive by all the cliques and bullies because of her condition. But everyone treated her like she was some kind of hero. The stuck up popular girls were always trying to hang out with her and take selfies together while the jocks would lavish her with attention and one time she was even hoisted onto their shoulders for a victory lap after they beat a rival school.
It drove Carrie insane with jealousy. She'd been there all these years, a normal if reserved girl, being made to eat shit by everyone else then along comes this cock and pussy brandishing freak-show and she gets treated like royalty. And worst of all, Naomi wasn't a bitch. Quite the opposite in fact; she was nice to everyone, from the tabletop nerds to the mean girl wannabes to the weeaboo nuts like Carrie. She could flit between social groups effortlessly and fit in anywhere. Even Carrie liked her; Naomi made a genuine effort to try and understand her hobbies and even outside of that she was just such a pleasant character.
Carrie had spent a lot of time trying to validate her hatred for Naomi. She wasn't some ratchet bitch like how black chicks were always portrayed on TV. She wasn't a skank who used her striking good looks to weasel favours out of innocent suckers while she banged the douchiest jocks in school. And she really had earned all the praise she got; from her ridiculously high marks to her continued efforts to help society be more accepting of people like her, Naomi was untouchable. In the end it was just pure jealousy. You didn't need to justify yourself for being jealous. Carrie hated Naomi because she had
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