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Fiction: Kind of Brave (305 Words)

16 Jan

“What’s the bravest thing you’ve ever done?” He asked, not one hundred percent sure what he excepted–a serious answer or a silly one.

In a way, he got both. She thought for a long moment before saying, “I once spent seven hours being the best cock block I could be.”

“You–wait–what?”

“My friend was throwing a party–and about an hour and a half in she admitted she was having fun but was really anxious about the idea of people having sex in her parent’s house.  I was just tipsy enough to take that as a call to action–a superhero destiny if you will.  In my head,  I called myself “The Cock-Blocker” and pretended I had a rather obscene logo on my chest.   Not in my head, I did actually tie a curtain around my neck as a cape, but no one really commented on that. I spent the remainder of the party trying to prevent people from having sex.  And not to brag, but I’m pretty sure no one had sex in that house after I accepted my calling.  I am that good.”

“Okay–so–you were a cock block at a party.” He shook his head while he considered it for another minute or two. “Uh, I’m sorry, I’m just confused as to how that is an answer to my question.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, how is that the bravest thing you’ve ever done?”

She blinked once, and said simply, “It takes an awful lot of courage to so boldly taunt horny people” as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

He stared at her, opened his mouth twice to say something, but closed it each time in silence, before he started to laugh.  He laughed hard and long, bordering on hysterical before calming down enough to nod.  “Fair.  Very, very fair.”

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Posted by on January 16, 2014 in Lydia's Stories

 

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