"Who are you?"
“How do you taste?” she asked.
“What?”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant. I…uh…I’m Cassie.
Andrew awkwardly shook her hand, staining it with blueberry juice that seeped from his pores. She didn’t wipe it off right away, and when he wasn’t looking, Cassie licked it off: every last drop.
“Listen,” she said, “My parents don’t like blue folk in this neighborhood, so you gotta be extra quiet when they get back.”
“But I have to get out of here!” And it had to be soon. Andrew’s crotch was full of juice, and even though Cassie wasn’t that hot, she was enough to make him stiffen a the juice pumped into his member.
“No!” she hissed. “I don’t know if you’ll fit out the door, and besides, we have a white carpet in the living room. If they see blue footprints they’ll kill me.”
“What’s their problem with blue people? I’m not even blue normally. Can’t you just explain—“
“Oh no-no! They’ll never listen. If I tell them that you snuck in through the basement window, the nicest thing they’ll do is call the police.”
“What’s the worst thing?”
“The basement is the safest place right now.”
“But what if one of them comes down here?” Andrew asked. “Someone’s bound to figure out what’s going on.”
“Don’t worry, I have a plan—shh!” She looked up at the ceiling. “Did you hear something?” Before Andrew could answer she ran upstairs.
Andrew listened, but in the quiet he realized that his crotch was throbbing. There was so much juice squeezed into his bottom that it was leaking out like sweat. His pants were soaking up the juice and clinging to his legs, as if they weren’t tight enough already.
“My brother got back,” Cassie said when she returned. “He’s not bad but—“ She froze.
“What?” Andrew tried to act cool, but he already knew what she was staring at. His cock had swollen to twice its size, pulsing and twitching with juice. Juice leaked from the end, but not nearly enough. Andrew felt like he was going to explode.
“You know,” said Cassie, averting her green eyes. “They say that if you…uh…you know…”
“What?”
“That you’ll get rid of all your juice…when you…uh…release.”
Andrew blushed so hard Cassie could see it through his blue skin. “Could you go away for a minute, please?”
Cassie nodded. “Just hit that pipe if you need anything. I’ll hear it.” She scurried upstairs, if somewhat reluctantly.
Andrew was still swelling. His pants were soaking wet with juice, heavy and slick like a canvas tarp. His member was twitching underneath the tight fabric. His butt was swelling out, splitting the seam down the seat of his pants. His calves were as thick as telephone poles. He had to do something, or his stay in the basement would become very uncomfortable.