Heather grinned and wiggled her eyebrows. “Look, if anyone would know, you would. I hear all sorts of rumors so I thought I’d just ask you. You guys are tight, right?”
“Not THAT tight. I mean, we’re good friends and all, but I haven’t seen his… his…”
“COCK?”
“ Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
“Oh my god, Cherie. Seriously? You can’t say the word?”
“I can, but I choose not to bellow it in the quad. Unlike SOME people I might mention.”
“Whatever. So? Is it huge? Is it gigantic? Does it have its own zip code? TELL ME!!!!”
Cherie wished she could crawl away and die. “I don’t know!” she hissed. “He’s my brother’s best friend and this may come as a shock to you, but when he’s over at my house, he wears clothes.”
“You’ve never been swimming with him? He’s never fallen asleep on the couch and had himself a little dream, you know the kind, the ones that cause certain things to grow bigger, harder, and longer? You’ve never accidentally walked in on him in the shower?”
“Heather, I love you, but if you don’t keep your voice down, so help me god, I will beat you to death with my book bag.”
Heather pouted, then her face cleared. “Ok, well, now you’re on a mission. I need you to find out for me. I’ve been hearing all sorts of things, but you know how those skinny bitches lie. Promise you’ll do it?”
“NO!” Cherie responded. “I’m not going to sneak in on him to see how big his… his…”
“Cock,” Heather said helpfully.
“ Cock is,” Cherie finished.
“So? How are you going to do it?”
“I’m NOT! Besides, what do you care? You didn’t break up with Brett, did you?”
“Bless his stupid little heart, no, I didn’t break up with Brett. My reasons are my own — call them idle curiosity but you are going to do it. Look Cherie, I don’t want to have to resort to emotional blackmail, really I don’t, but who has been your best friend all through high school and college?”
“You have been.”
“That’s right. And who was on your side when those skinny bitches were making your life a living hell?”
“You were.”
“That’s right. And who let you copy her chemistry homework an entire year?”
“You did.”
“Now stick with me. Who wants to know how big Mark’s cock is?”
“You do.”
“And who’s going to find out for me?”
Cherie sighed. “I am.”
“Damn right. Go get ‘em Tiger. I’m an inquiring mind and I want to know.”
Cherie laughed. Heather was always getting her into trouble and pushing her out of her comfort zone. Heather mockingly shook a warning finger at her and took off.
Was her brother’s best friend really that well-endowed? It would make sense. When he was in high school, it seemed like he was always dating someone or other. But since they got to college, she hadn’t seen him dating much at all.
Unfortunately, the thought of Mark, nearly naked, with a giant cock wasn’t good for her studies. Cherie knew she’d never get any more work done, so she closed up her books and headed home. If her brother were home, she could probably ask him, or maybe she would be really lucky and run into Mark herself. Then all she would need is a way to bring it up — so to speak.
As she pulled into the driveway, she found Mark outside, shirt off, cutting the lawn. She’d always thought he was good looking, but watching him pushing around the mower, she was struck by the fact that he was more than that. He was really ripped, with the lean body of a swimmer and the bleached blonde hair that came from hours in the local pool.
He grinned at her, white teeth flashing against his tanned skin and waved.
She waved back, but all she could think about was what he was hiding. Her eyes wandered down and she wished his shorts were just a bit tighter so that she could figure out if he was really that big?
“Heya, Cherie,” he said, turning off the mower. “How was school?”
“Fine. How is the mowing coming? I take it you lost another bet,” Cherie said smiling.
“Yeah, I either have to stop playing poker with your brother or at least start playing for money instead of chores. Old habits die hard.”
Cherie smiled. “Same old, same old,” she said. “You’ve been saying that for years. I am starting to think you like mowing since it seems like you lose every week. I think you do more chores around here than he does.” Not that she minded.
He laughed at her comment as she got out of the car, “Hey, I almost forgot… do you know my friend Heather?”
“Your best friend? Um, yeah, of course I do.”
“She was asking about you at school today. She wanted to know if you’d be at Melissa’s party tonight. Are you planning to go?”
“Maybe. Are you going?”
“Why? Afraid to walk in without a date?”
He laughed. “Well, you know the ladies can’t keep their hands off me” he said with a smile.
Cherie smiled back. “Can you even imagine what people would say if we showed up together? My brother would find out within about 3 minutes.”
Mark smirked, “All we would need to do is hold hands, you could sit in my lap, maybe make out a bit.”
“I wouldn’t want to crush you,” she said.
He laughed. “I’m not saying things wouldn’t be a bit hard, but I think I could handle it,” he said with a wink.
Cherie felt a little flutter in her stomach as she realized what he was saying. For a moment, she looked at him, her eyes narrowed trying to decide if he was serious or mocking her.
“You know, that wouldn’t be a bad idea. It would save me from all the annoying co-eds bugging me.”
“HEY!” she said, with mock outrage. “I’m a co-ed!”
“Yeah, for what, another month?” he said with a smile, “Besides, you’ve never acted like most of the girls there. All they talk about is clothes, their hair or their latest diet.”
“That’s not all those girls talk about… Jessica had a few stories to share that weren’t about her nails.”
His face flushed. “Jessica? What do you know about that?”
“Well, I heard you were the reason she missed homecoming last year.”
“I think I better finish mowing the lawn,” he said evasively and started up the mower.
Cherie’s mind was spinning as she headed inside. She knew she should be focused on other things, but she just couldn’t get the idea of Mark being well-hung out of her mind. Between what Heather had said today, and what Mark hadn’t said, it seemed like it was really true.
She had always gotten along well her brother, but with Mark it had been different. He’d always been pretty cool and hadn’t ever treated her like she was an annoying child. He would include her, even when her brother had “forgotten” to invite her. Plus, it always seemed like he was the only one that ever noticed her new dress or sweater — even if it wasn’t a size 6. He had made high school and college bearable yet until today, she hadn’t ever thought of him as a guy, he was just, well, Mark.
She heard the mower stop again and soon he came in, covered with sweat and little bits of grass.
“Done?” she asked.
“Do you think your parents would mind if I hopped in the pool before I left?”
“Mind? ‘Course not,” Cherie answered and then frowned. “Actually, sometimes it seems like you are the only one that uses it.”
“Well then, you better join me this time!”
It was a conversation they had had too many times to count. Even though her parents owned a pool, Cherie was not a big fan of stripping to nearly nothing and swimming but in the end, her curiosity got the better of her.
“Sure,” she answered, “Just let me get changed.”
“Really?” he asked surprised.
“Sure, why not?” she answered. “It’s hot out and it’s just the two of us.”
In her bedroom, she looked through her bathing suits, rejecting each until she found the two-piece her mother had pressured her to buy. The ties on either side made the suit fit snugly around her curvy hips. She then tied on the top, a little tighter than normal to make sure her full breasts were shown to their best advantage. As she checked herself out in the mirror she saw her nipples poking through the thin material and considered wearing a light cover-up too but changed her mind. If she was going to do this, she was going to own it.