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The cafeteria was bustling, per usual. I sat at the head of the popular table with my Doc Martins kicked up on the surface. Kelly was telling me about her hot tub weekend with Trevor when some nobody stood beside me. He started talking about snapping photos for the yearbook without even waiting for her to take a breath to pause our conversation. Fucking rude. Just interrupting my friend like some little asshole. I reached up and gripped the collar of his polo, pulling his face to mine. Then I let out the most enormous belch. I’d been holding it in since chugging my Coke at the start of lunch.
Burpy Bitch
Kelly laughed so hard I thought she’d fall out of her chair. The loser I had still clutched in my fist blinked through the stench and moaned. I could feel his knees wobbling as I looked at him. “You liked that, didn’t you, loser?” I hissed through my teeth, and he quivered.
“Y-yes, Belle.” I looked down and saw his pants sporting a creamy silver dollar. “Oh my fucking GOD!” I laughed, “Did you cum in your pants?” I mocked as the crowded cafeteria turned to watch our interaction. His face turned beet red, and he tried to deny it. I felt another burp brewing in my chest, so I lowered my chin and pushed it out right into his face. His eyes rolled back, and Kelly cackled.
“You are such a burby bitch, Belle!” She and the rest of our friends laughed more. I pushed the loser out of my grip and smiled at him.
“You can take our picture now, loser.” I looped my arm around Kelly’s shoulders and pulled her in close to pose as we pointed and giggled at the giant cum stain in the loser’s pants just from me burping in his face.
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