Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Jennifer Lost the War”!

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“S.O.S.”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Jennifer Lost the War” (MC FF MA)!

Officer Shelly Kittridge knew that something was wrong with Jennifer. Her old friend’s sudden change in sexual orientation, her clumsy and insistent attempts to seduce Shelly, her strange texts and odd behavior… it seemed almost like the person she knew had disappeared. Tonight, she finds out how very right she was. And how very wrong. Here’s a taste:

I wasn’t surprised to find Jennifer in my living room. I wasn’t even surprised to find her dressed in skimpy lingerie; she’d made it pretty clear in our last conversation that she wanted me to be her first time with a woman, and I didn’t think she’d stopped by to apologize for making unwarranted assumptions about my sexuality. I knew she was here to try to convince me that I was ‘really’ gay, or bisexual, or whatever she’d decided she was after thirty-two years of being happily straight, and I knew Jen well enough to know how she went after someone she had the hots for. It didn’t involve a lot of subtlety.

But… Jennifer didn’t look like she was there to seduce me. She looked like she didn’t even notice that I was there. She didn’t react to the door closing behind me at all. She just slumped down in my favorite chair like she was trying to use the seat as a mattress, her legs spread wide and her cooch sticking out off the edge and a huge fuck-off vibrator sticking out of her cooch. Her eyes were half-open, just the whites showing, and she was drooling and mumbling like a junkie on the edge of nodding off.

I stood in the doorway for what felt like a solid minute, trying to fit my head around what I was seeing. I came in expecting to see Jen sitting on the couch or something, not… not fucking herself senseless with my goddamn vibrator like I wasn’t even there, soaked in sweat and babbling incoherently. Even after the weird, insistent way she hit on me last week, even after all the crazy passive-aggressive texts she left me… this felt messed up. For the first time, I wondered if she had a drug problem or a nervous breakdown or something. I approached her carefully, my hands itching to do something stupid like pull out my gun. “Jen?” I asked her, not liking the tentative sound in my voice. “Jen, you in there? It’s me, Shelly.”

She didn’t respond. At all. Her eyelids fluttered a little, but I couldn’t tell if that was because of me or if she was just getting a lot out of the big rocket between her legs. Her fingers didn’t stop teasing her nipples through the sheer, clinging fabric of her camisole, and she kept muttering like she didn’t even notice I was there. This close, I could make out some of what she was saying–it was some sort of nonsense chant, something about, “…guh luh fkk toy fuh mss morra, mma guh luh fkk toy fuh mss morra…” I couldn’t make it out, she was slurring the words so badly, but I could tell it was the same thing every time. I leaned in a little closer, trying to make out the words….

Hope you enjoy it!

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