Curbside

South Philly, Midnight--Curbside Fine Dining

The four of them are posted up on the curb outside a Wawa, their gourmet feast spread out on the sidewalk like it's a Michelin-starred event.

Carrie's got a meatball parm, extra sauce, dripping onto the wrapper as she leans back on one hand, one leg stretched out, the other bent. She looks obnoxiously hot doing absolutely nothing--dark, messy hair piled in a bun, huge tits barely contained by a tight black crop top, her gold nameplate necklace glinting under the streetlights.

Zach, next to her, has a classic Italian hoagie. He's hunched slightly, shaggy blond hair falling in his face, chewing like he's hoping if he eats fast enough, Carrie won't get to his favorite topic.

Too bad for him.

"Yo, babe," Carrie says, wiping sauce from her lip with the back of her hand. "Tell 'em about your tiny dick."

Zach chokes.

Rachel and Mary Louise immediately turn, fully engaged.

Rachel, perched on the curb with a chicken cheesesteak in one hand and a Sprite in the other, grins like she's about to be treated to the best comedy set of her life. "Oh, this I gotta hear."

Mary Louise, cross-legged beside her, holding a turkey hoagie with extra mayo, raises an eyebrow. Unlike Rachel, she's not immediately amused--she's intrigued.

Zach swallows too fast, coughs, then wipes his mouth with his sleeve, eyes darting around like he might be able to escape this conversation. "Jesus Christ, Carrie."

Carrie, completely unfazed, licks sauce off her thumb. "What? It's cute."

Rachel fucking cackles. "Cute? Oh my God."

Zach groans, covering his face. "I hate all of you."

"No, you don't." Carrie smirks, shoving his shoulder. "You love it. You love that I talk about it."

He does. He'll never admit it, but he fucking does.

Mary Louise, still chewing, finally swallows and speaks up. "Wait, but, like... how small are we talking?"

Zach whimpers.

Carrie grins, turning to Mary Louise like she's so excited about this lesson. "Oh, babe. So small. Like, wrap a hand around it? Still got room."

Mary Louise blinks, considering. "I thought guys were supposed to be, like... big?"

Carrie snorts. "That's the porn industry, babe. And big dicks? Overrated. Gimme my little dude over here any day." She nudges Zach with her knee, and he turns bright red.

Rachel is openly delighted. "I wouldn't know, never seen one." She takes another bite, talking around it. "But I am loving this conversation."

Zach groans. "Why am I here?"

Carrie pats his thigh. "For my entertainment."

Mary Louise, still processing, waves a hand. "So you're saying size doesn't matter?"

Carrie wipes her mouth, shrugs. "Not for me. Look, the thing about Zach?" She gestures at him, sprawled out beside her in his usual beat-up hoodie and ripped jeans, looking like he's desperately trying to become one with the sidewalk. "He might not be packing, but he makes up for it. He tries."

Zach groans. "Jesus, Carrie--"

Carrie leans in, resting her chin on his shoulder, her voice going mock-sweet. "Aww, babe, don't get shy now."

Rachel whistles. "Damn. The confidence."

Carrie just grins. "You know I don't give a fuck. He's mine. And that's all I need."

Mary Louise watches them, still a little skeptical but clearly reconsidering some things. Rachel, meanwhile, is just thriving.

Carrie takes another bite of her sandwich, chewing thoughtfully. "You know what it is? It's not about size. It's about how much they care. Zach? This little dude fucking cares." She nudges him again, softer this time, her smirk shifting into something a little fonder. "He pays attention. He listens. He gives a shit. That's what matters."

Rachel, still grinning, leans in. "So you're telling me--"

Carrie cuts her off, waving a hand. "Look, I like my men how I like my Wawa hoagies--doesn't need to be huge, just needs to be made right."

Rachel howls with laughter, while Zach groans into his hands. "I hate this conversation so much."

Carrie pats his thigh again. "No, you don't, babe." She leans in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, softer than anyone would expect. "You love that I love you."

Then, with a smirk, she cups her own tits, giving them a little bounce. "And you know what makes me happiest? When that little thing busts all over the girls here. Gets lost in these."

Rachel dies laughing. Mary Louise just stares. Zach turns a shade of red previously unknown to mankind.

And Carrie?

Carrie just keeps eating her sandwich, looking smug as hell.