Connie's Bad Day
Beach City was as stunning as it always was; the sand warmed her feet as she walked, listening to the waves roll upon themselves and crash against the pier. She gripped her hands tighter onto the straps of her bookbag, her feet hitting the ground in her determined gait. Her eyes focused forward from behind the lens of her glasses and she slowly took in breath, allowing her surroundings to envelope her. It was supposed to be a normal, good day, but she knew things weren't always perfect. A boy at school just got a little too close… She reacted with sword training tactics and hurt him; now it's her own fault. At least, that's what she had to think about it.
Connie couldn't bear to go home and talk to her mother, so she went to the next best place: Steven's House. Connie threw the house door open, slammed her bookbag to the floor, and stomped to the couch, shoving her head into her arms with her legs pulled up to her chest. She felt ashamed and confused. How could she use her training to hurt someone? Pearl was going to be so disappointed. As these thoughts raced through her mind, she began to hear an odd, unidentifiable noise coming from somewhere in the house.
Connie stuttered, "Uhm… H-Hello?" On second thought, Connie realized that she didn't see anyone around at all: none of the gems or Steven.
Connie slowly stood up from the couch and began sneaking around the house, trying to move closer to the noise. Realizing the sound originates from the bathroom, she crept closer to put her ear against the door.
A quiet, hush whisper of a noise became clear moaning… "Mmmm~ Oh yes.. Connie. Just like that. Don't stop. That feels so good~!"
Connie immediately retreated from the door, covering her own mouth to suppress her shock. She wanted to scream, but stopped herself, her heart rate escalating and face beat red.
"Is he doing…what I think he's doing," she questioned, imagining Steven's small, uncut cock resting in the palm of his soft hand.
Connie needed to know what Steven was doing. After composing herself, she returned to the door, but this time she put her eye to the keyhole in the bathroom door. Connie watched like a hawk as Steven sat on the edge of the bathtub, his small member rubbing back and forth in his hand, his face clenched and his toes curled. The foreskin of Steven's cock moved back and forth over his head, the length of his sheath wrinkling with his movement. Connie watched Steven's cock flex before he squeezed even tighter, moving his wrist even faster. Without warning, his cock released full legs of pristine clear cum… One… Two… Three… Four… Connie gasped, never having seen so much jizz in one sitting.
"H-Hello?! Is someone there," Steven yelled out in embarrassment, covering himself as his face flushes.
Connie panicked, bumping the door in an attempt to quickly move back to the couch. She ran to return to the couch, sitting in a very proper but not-at-all-natural position with her hands clasped together on her lap, her head staring straight forward.
"Steven? I-uh-I just got home from school," Connie called back.
"O-Oh, okay! I'll be right out."
Connie sighed at one crisis averted, unaware of what a hasty judgement this was.