Chapter 2
"I'm sorry about, well, you know... my approach the other day," she offered as an opening. Unlike her previous, less than thoughtful approach, she'd given long thought to how to approach this conversation.
"It's okay, but it was pretty shocking."
"Yeah, I can see that. But I really do just want to help."
"Yeah, but you can't, can you? It's alright for you; you were late developing and all, but then you went and got, like, epic-sized tits and this amazing body, and... and now you're a goddess. I've busted my ass in the gym, and I'm on the football team and all, but, well, there's not much I can do about the size of my dick, is there? It doesn't matter how tight my abs are or how impressive my biceps are if a girl decides my dick is too small."
"Is it really that bad?" Monica asked, choosing not to respond to his description of her being a goddess but happily filing it away in her memory banks.
"It's bad enough," David said. "Bad enough that if Lizzie and Katie go on about it, I'll probably never get another date until I get out of this town. I mean, you know exactly what they're like. Even if I found someone who didn't mind, they'd probably ostracize her just for dating me, and then that would end too."
"That's like the worst-case scenario though, David," Monica offered.
"But entirely realistic." Monica knew it was, but she didn't voice that opinion.
"So look, as well as being sorry about how I approached you, I've been thinking about how we might change things, too. Maybe build yourself a new reputation to offset your... um, challenges."
"Really," he said flatly, as if he didn't believe her. It wasn't a question; it was just a statement.
"Yeah, we need to reinvent you. Imagine if girls began going on about how you gave them the most epic orgasms ever. I doubt they'd care about the size of your dick if that experience was on offer."
"Yeah, sure, only I have no idea how that would ever happen."
"Cunnilingus."
"Cunning what?"
"Oh my god, you can't be serious," Monica laughed. "Cunnilingus, aka eating pussy, licking the slit, lip service?"
"Alright already. I get it; I just wasn't expecting it and didn't think that was what you said!"
"Well, that's going to be my new go-to," Monica laughed. ". If we can turn you into the ultimate pussy eater, a wordsmith, shall we say, then maybe we can also transform your reputation. I know a couple of girls who value a good orgasm enough not to worry about how they get it. Hell, some of them even give them to each other!"
"As good as that sounds, how the hell am I supposed to become a pussy-eating expert?"
"Nope, not a pussy-eating expert. Think branding. You're to become a wordsmith," Monica corrected him. "Has a certain flair, don't you think?"
"Yeah, I guess it does."
"I'm not sure. Give me some time to think about it. I need to talk to some people."
"You can't tell them about... you know, my dick," David insisted.
"You'll need to show me, then."
"What?"
"If you don't want me to talk about it, you need to show me."
"That makes no fucking sense, Monica," he objected.
"Yeah, but if I don't see it now, I'll die of curiosity."
"You're actually serious?"
"Uh-huh."
"How about when you do come up with some tangible plan for this wordsmiththing, I then show you my cock?"
"Nope, now or never," Monica insisted. "You do know I love you, right? Even if it's half an inch, I'll never use it against you."
"You're a freak, Monica," David accused, but mildly, shaking his head. "I can't believe I'm even considering doing this."
Monica grinned at him as he stood up from his bed and released the fastenings of his jeans. He pushed both his jeans and boxers down to stand before his sister with his small cock sticking out. He couldn't help but blush as she moved close and sat on the side of his bed for a closer inspection.
"Can you get it hard for me?" she asked.
"What? That wasn't the deal!"
"Yeah, but like, I want to see what we're working with here."
"It doesn't just get hard like that, you know," David protested, even as he sensed himself starting to respond to having his cock out in front of his sexy sister.
"Hmm, does this help?" Monica asked and leaned in as if she were going to take him in her mouth. David watched her in shock, and his cock did indeed spring to life. She came close enough to him that he could feel her warm breath on the head of his dick, but with a giggle, she sat back.
"God, Monica!"
"Well, it worked," was all she offered. "So... you are small, but it's not the end of the world, David. At least it's a nice-looking cock. Small but perfectly formed, I'd say."
David quickly bent and grabbed his pants, pulling them back on.
"You'd better be able to help," he grumbled, making it clear it was time for Monica to vacate his room.
Monica left, going to her own room to ponder the challenge of how to get one of her friends to teach David to be the best pussy eater there was.