Deon walked up the stairs to Shanice’s  front door.

This is the third time at Shanice’s house, and this time, he was determined because he knew his little brother was gonna get some action, so he wanted to get some action too. He knocked on the door.

She greeted him, and they went to her room.

In the room, she said, “I’ve been waiting.”

Deon replied, “Our place flooded, and they were tryin’ to put me to work. I was tryin’ to leave and see you.”

Then she said, “I can tell you’ve been workin’. You smell like the swamps.”

Deon grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, yeah, I know,” he chuckled, but his voice had that nervous edge—the one that said he was already thinking about how this night would end. “I don’t wanna be a bother or nothin’, but… if I could take a shower, that’d be great.”

Shanice smirked, stepping aside. “Boy, you know you ain’t gotta ask twice,” she said, her eyes flicking over him—lingering just a second too long on the way his shorts clung to his hips. “You can undress in here.”

Deon’s heart pounded. Tonight’s the night, he thought, already imagining her hands on him. She’s finally gonna stop playin’.

He stripped off his shirt first, tossing it onto the floor. Shanice watched from the bed. “You need help?” she asked, her voice smooth, teasing.

“Oh yeah,” Deon thought, his fingers already on his waistband. “Tonight’s the night. We’re finally gonna have sex.”

He dropped his shorts, then his boxers, standing there fully naked—his impressive 5-inch soft dick dangling, the thick, coarse pubic hair framing it like a wild bush.

Shanice’s eyes locked onto it.

“Damn,” she said, her voice dropping to a low, impressed tone. “You got a big dick.”

Deon’s chest swelled. Hell yeah, he thought, his confidence skyrocketing. She thinks it’s big! Tonight’s gonna be fire.

In the bathroom, Deon took a shit first. Then got in the shower. The shower was hot, the water pounding against his skin as he lathered up with Shanice’s strawberry-scented body wash. He could still hear her laughter from the other room, could still feel the way her eyes had lingered on him when he dropped his shorts.

She wants it, he thought, running his hands over his chest, his dick already half-hard just from the thought. She saw it soft and loved it. I know she want it!

He grinned, imagining all the ways he was gonna make her moan, how he was gonna flip her over, grab her hips, make her beg—

“Deon!” Shanice called from the other room. “Hurry up, I want you baby!”

“Almost done!” he called back, his voice light, confident. He rinsed off, stepping out of the shower with a swagger. He sang to himself, “I’m getting some pussy tonight, I’m getting some pussy tonight!” as he wrapped the towel around his waist.

The first hour was easy. They sat on her bed—her mama was at work, so they had the place to themselves—passing a blunt back and forth while she played her favorite songs. Deon was in his element, cracking jokes, doing silly voices, even busting out a terrible impression of Lil Wayne that had her wheezing. She laughed so hard she had to wipe tears from her eyes, and when she did, her fingers brushed against his thigh. Just a graze, but it sent a jolt through him. His dick twitched in his shorts, and he shifted, trying to play it cool.

She noticed. Of course she did.

Her hand lingered there, just above his knee, her fingertips tracing little circles. “You always this funny, or you just saving it all for me?” she asked, her voice dropping into that smooth, teasing tone that made his skin prickle.

Deon swallowed. “Nah, you just bring it outta me,” he said, his voice coming out rougher than he meant it to. He could feel himself getting harder, the fabric of his shorts doing nothing to hide it. Come on, come on, he willed silently, his fingers digging into the mattress beneath him. Just touch it. Just once.

As if she heard him, her hand slid a little higher, her pinky brushing against the growing bulge. Deon’s breath hitched, his body tensing. Yes. Yes. There we go—

She pulled back with a smirk, like she knew exactly what she was doing to him. “You thirsty? I got some juice in the fridge.”

Deon groaned internally. Man, this girl got me wrapped around her damn finger. But he played along, following her to the kitchen, his dick still half-hard and aching.

The next two hours were torture.

They watched some dumb movie on her laptop, Shanice curled up next to him, her leg pressed against his, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his arm. Every time she shifted, her hip brushed against his, and every time, his dick jumped like it had a mind of its own. He was hard. Like, painfully hard. The kind of hard that made his shorts tent in a way that was impossible to ignore.

Shanice noticed. Oh, she definitely noticed.

At one point, she “accidentally” let her hand drop onto his lap, her fingers pressing just enough to make him gasp. “Damn, Deon,” she murmured, her breath hot against his ear. “You tryna poke a hole in my bed or somethin’?”

Deon laughed, but it came out strained. “Man, you playin’, I’mma poke a hole in you if you keep playin!” he said, but his voice cracked. He was dying. He hadn’t had sex in almost a month, and his body was screaming at him to do something, anything, to relieve the pressure. But Shanice just smirked and pulled her hand away, leaving him throbbing.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.

He grabbed her wrist—not rough, but firm—and pressed her palm against his crotch. “You see what you doin’ to me?” he said, his voice low. “You been teasin’ me all night.”

Shanice’s eyes flicked down, then back up to his face, her smirk turning knowing. “And what you gon’ do about it?”

Deon’s heart pounded. This is it. This is the moment. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. “You know what I want,” he murmured. “I ain’t tryna play no games. You feel me?”

For a second, she hesitated. Then she nodded, slow and deliberate. “Yeah,” she breathed. “I feel you.”

Things moved fast after that.

One minute, they were kissing—sloppy, hungry, Deon’s hands tangling in her hair—and the next, she was pushing him back onto the bed, her fingers working at the waistband of his shorts. Deon’s breath came in sharp gasps, his body buzzing with anticipation. Finally. Finally.

He stands up in front of Chanice with a large wet spot in his boxers created from pre-cum generated from the hours and hours of anticipation. She  puts her fingers in Deon’s waistband and slides his boxers down slowly. This is the moment he was waiting for. His penis was finally set free.

WHAP!

His dick sprang up, slapping against his stomach with a wet smack. A thick rope of precum flung into the air, glistening before it splattered onto his abs. Shanice’s eyes locked onto it—5.5 inches of dark, smooth flesh, the slight leftward curve making it look almost artistic. The narrow head glistened with fresh precum, the minimal veining pulsing as it throbbed.

“Oh shit,” Shanice breathed, her hand hovering over it. “Damn, Deon.” she said with an astonishing look on her face. “Where the rest of it at?” She said, confused. “I thought dick was supposed to get longer, you’re almost the same size hard as you are soft,” she said as she grabbed it as if she was trying to stimulate it to make it grow.  She said “It looks like my pinky!” She burst into laughter, watching as another drop of precum dripped from the tip of his penis. “Look at this thing, all hard like a pinky finger!”

For a second, she just stared—tracing the shape with her eyes, the way the base tapered into the smooth shaft that slightly curved to the left.

Then in front of her eyes Deon’s dick starts to soften with the embarrassment of having the women he liked so frequently make fun of his penis.

“Wait. I know he not going to sleep. Wake Up!” she teased, watching as his dick twitched—then started to shrink.

Right in front of her.

The thin, average length deflated into an impressive but soft , 5-inch nub.

Shanice lost it.

“OH MY GOD!” she howled, pointing. “Is your balloon deflating?” She wheezed, slapping her knee. “I swear this nigga had a whole noodle—now its sleep. Sleeping Noodle”

Deon’s face burned. “Man, shut up—” he muttered, snatching his shorts back up, but Shanice cut him off with a grinning smirk.

“Nah, for Real,” she said, still laughing but with that tinge of disappointment. “I heard about your brothers, I was expecting—” She gestured vaguely at his crotch. “—something. umm longer.”

Deon exhaled, dragging a hand through his wild afro. His dick was soft. His pride was bruised. But he wasn’t about to let her see that.

“Man, fuck you,” he said, but there was no real heat in it. He grabbed a pillow and tossed it at her, forcing a laugh. “Yeah, a’ight. Let’s watch the damn movie.”

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Logline

Deon attempts to secure a night of sex with Shanice but, after hours of relentless teasing and manipulation, is devastated when his erection fails at the critical moment, exposing a vulnerability she mercilessly exploits.

Blurb

Deon, hoping to one-up his brother Bryce, leaves the shack to pursue a night with Shanice. After getting clean at her house and believing his “big dick” has impressed her, he spends the next two hours in agonizing, high-pressure anticipation, as Shanice continually teases him without delivering. Finally, when the moment arrives and she pulls down his shorts, his excitement is crushed when Shanice laughs at the size of his penis and, in a moment of emotional vulnerability, his erection completely fails. Humiliated and unable to perform, Deon can only listen as Shanice cruelly mocks his “sleeping noodle,” leaving him sexually frustrated and emotionally defeated.

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