Pretty & Petite: Return of the Girl Noise

1. Torrence came over to work out with Vinny. They’ve begun a slight two day a week regimen. Today Torrence had trouble with pushups. He’ll only get stronger from here.
2. The volume at work was quite high this evening. Instead of a 53 hundred envelope count we had a total of 7000. The floor was down two people and I was required to go in the cashroom. Tonight was the first late night in a LOOONG time. Very uncomfortable.
3. Spent 20 minutes in the gym today. 10 of those minutes took place in the locker room dressing and undressing and 5 of the remaining minutes was spent walking up and down the stairs. What a wasted gym day.
4. Will check my final grade tomorrow.

Vinny has been entertaining this very pretty, very petite young lady for a cute little spell of time. She would come over, brings eats and they would watch movies on the sofa holding hands, snickering to themselves, snickering with each other. I was home the weekend before Christmas, I believe, when she dropped by and brought Vinny some spiced apples her father made and they sat on the couch hand in hand watching The Happening starring Mark Wahlberg. I was getting gussied up for a night on the town with my buddy Tannis when I had left the bathroom to discover that Roommate Vinny and Pretty & Petite had abandoned the sofa and relocated elsewhere. I’m unconcerned at first, they retreated to his room, WHATEVER, right!?!

I travel back and forth from my room to the bathroom, finalizing my look when all of a sudden I was brushing my hair in the bathroom mirror and through the vents, being that Vinny’s bedroom shares a wall with the bathroom, I heard a SMACK and a gasp. It was the Girl Noise. Roommate Vinny was in there manhandling Pretty & Petite’s vagina!

I have been fearful of what the girl noise might sound like since before Roommate Vinny moved in. It is the mark of harboring a sexually active heterosexual in your home—the girl noise. I had continued brushing my hair giving not a moment to what I heard until the sound persisted, getting aggressively louder. Pretty & Petite stood about 5’6, fair skinned, well-managed shoulder length hair, rosy face, almond colored eyes—the cutest thing Vinny has EVER brought home. She weighed no more that 110lbs, give or take 12, if that much. Vinny, the beast on the opposite side of the spectrum, is a muscle heavy 260lbs, 5’8/5’9, maybe, 38” waist, fat calves, big hands, mean face…a monster in comparison to Pretty & Petite. Slap! I heard another smack! I stopped brushing my hair. What he was doing to that little girl was very real. The sweet fawnlike creature I had familiarized myself with holding hands with my roommate on my sofa wouldn’t allow the Beast to ROT OUT her vagina knowing there’s an audience opposite the bedroom door . Whether she found it to be pleasing or appalling she made it her verbal effort to allow anyone in an earshot range know that something was being done to her pudenda…and that Vinny was the cause. I collected my things and threw on my coat and escaped as fast I could.

There had been a peak, a plateau and a pause in their relationship…due primarily to Vinny not wanting one with her. “She’s so needy,” he told me. “And her head is horrible.”

Their rendezvous became infrequent. I no longer had to dodge the smack & squeal of a woman who was clearly throwing her cat under the bus. What has your pussy DONE, Pretty&Petite, to deserve such a beating!?! The girl noise, in my mind had come to a end. I was glad until today, months later, she came back.