Hard Hitter

“Uh, sure?” she replies casually. “But you need to tell me what it’s for.”

“I have a…date.”

“Why did you say it like that?” she asks, sitting up.

“I—well, it’s not really a date,” I explain. Part of me doesn’t want to just spill the beans about my business, but I mean…I’m going to have sex with the starting quarterback!

“So what is it then? You’re not…you’re not going to fuck someone are you?”

A sheepish grin is my only reply. Tasha sits up, her jaw slack with disbelief.

“Shut the fuck up!” she laughs. “You’re finally getting rid of the V-card? Who’s the lucky guy?”

I’m blushing. I feel giddy. You’re so stupid, Red.

“You won’t believe me.”

“Tell me!” she says loudly as she gets up. My lips smile on their own.

“Do you know a guy named Blue?”

Tasha’s face falls off. Her bag of Cheetos slips from her hands and she stares at me like I just told her my rich grandma died and left me a billion dollars.

“Blue?” she gasps. “Colton Blue!?”

“He didn’t tell me the Colton part,” I reply. “But yeah, I guess?”

For a minute, Tasha looks down like the world suddenly stopped making sense, but then she looks up at me with joy in her eyes like a mother whose daughter just made her first A in school. She walks right up to me and hugs me.

“I’m so happy for you,” she tells me. “Here we all were thinking you were going to end up with a girlfriend named Bertha!”

We both laugh and Tasha moves quickly to her closet and starts pulling out dresses.

“Blue, pink, red—but you have red hair so forget that—how about simple and black?” she asks, pulling out a dress that matches the description. I frown.

“I wear too much black. How about a light blue?”

“Ah!” she replies. “You art students and your color knowledge.”

She buries her head in the clothes and pulls out a slim blue dress with a sash that is nothing like anything I would ever wear.

“I love it,” I say with a smile.

I’m grinning like it’s my birthday as I slide into it and stare at myself in the mirror. I’m not one to brag—like ever—but even I am willing to admit that I look pretty darn good in it.

“Look at that,” Tasha says loudly before spanking me on the ass hard enough to sting. “Where’d you get that thing, girl?”

“Ow!” I laugh. “And…I dunno? My momma?”

“Your dad must be a happy man!” she laughs. “Why don’t you try wearing some clothes that actually show off your assets from now on?”

“Yeah…” I say absentmindedly as I spin in the mirror and watch the dress spin. It’s not a super fancy dress, but it is for me. I might as well be heading to prom.

“Try not to get cum on it, kay?” Tasha asks. “Or you’ll be buying me a new one.”

“Tasha!” I exclaim, laughing and blushing at the same time. “I would never!”

“It’s not really your choice, though,” she says with a raised eyebrow. “If ol’ Blue decides to bend you over and then bust all over your fat booty and some of his load gets on my dress—”