Now after all these years at a Chinese restaurant
PoJo’s and Nelly’s Buttery Nipples. You can’t taste the Butterscotch Schnapps, and that’s dangerous. Nelly loves serving Buttery Nipples because she’s got herself a third nipple and it gives her a chance to brag about it to newcomers. Except for Will Saints, who dated Nelly the year before and swore he’d sucked on it as good as the other two, no one believed that nipple existed. Then last New Years, Nelly whipped her shirt up, yanked over her lace bra, and right next to her left titty was an almost titty, a little nubby nipple perky as anything.
We all got our tricks.
Mine’s clasping my hands behind my back and pulling them over my head without unclasping them, which isn’t nearly as sexy as a third nipple, or putting both legs over my head like some girls can, but if a guy’s already wanting to like me, it sometimes cinches the deal.
Youngblood wanted me but never liked the arm trick.