Shower Puppet
by
Alexander Pennington
She pushed her hand into his soft stomach, his fat squeezing up between her fingers. She grabbed his hanging fat and pulled it up. He shifted his leg and farted. "Oh, that's so sexy," she said.
"If you think that's sexy, you should see what it did to the bedsheets," he replied.
A knocking sounded at the door, followed by a muffled voice. "Joey? Joey, are you in there? Do you have a Barney puppet?"
"Danny, I'm kinda busy right now," said Joey as he traced a fingertip down her back.
"But Joey, I need it. You know, a hand puppet. Of Barney the Dinosaur."
She stretched Joey's belly-button open and tickled the inside with the point of her elbow.
"I'm really busy Danny," called Joey. "I don't have the puppet anyhow."
"But Joey, I'm about to take a shower. I need it!"
She ran her tongue between his folds of fat as a new pounding rattled the door.
"Joey! Are you in there with Rebecca?"
"Go away Jesse!" she yelled.
"Yeah!" yelled Joey. "You have a girl's name anyhow!"
"And girl's hair!" added Rebecca.
"Well, you're flat-chested!" yelled Jesse.
"Don't listen to him, I love your flat chest," said Joey. He kissed Rebecca's neck. "I'd squeeze your chest for emphasis, but, you know. It's hard to find in the dark."
"I'm just going to go take my shower," yelled Danny. His footsteps receded down the hall followed by the sound of a door closing, a TV clicking on then the theme song to Barney playing while the shower started.
A loud metallic clang came through the half-open window. "Oh no!" yelled Jesse. "Michelle's gotten into the trash again!" He ran down the stairs and slammed the front door on his way out.
Joey let loose a low, rumbling fart that turned into a wet squeak.
"Oh," moaned Rebecca, "you really turn me on."