It's not what it looks like!
“Tori I’m starving. Let’s go get the boys and go out for some dinner. I say Mexican! I needs a taco!” Zariah flipped back off her bed, landing upright on her feet.
Tori stood from her position on the bed, and stretched. “Yeah, that sounds good. As long as it’s not chicken.”
Zariah rolled her eyes as the two of them exited her room. “Yeah, yeah, no chicken, I hear you.”
“Awesome. Hey, did I ever tell you about this one guy I met who really liked tacos and chimichangas? That’s not even the most interesting thing about him. Apparently, he-”
Zariah holds a hand up to silence Tori. “Shh, do you hear that, chica?”
Tori stops and listens. “Hear what? I just hear Matt and Asile talking like norm-” She was interrupted by a loud moan that sounded like her boyfriend in the throes of passion. Their eyes widened simultaneously, they pressed their ears up against the door of the garage to get a clearer listen.
“It’s not going to fit.” Matt’s voice.
“We still have to try. Just trust me, man.” Asile let out a small groan.
“Ow!”
“Sorry, I thought you were ready for me.”
“Obviously not. Just... move a little, would you?”
“Okay I’ll go slow. Should we use more lube?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Matt’s voice sounded pained. “That might be a good idea.”
“God I didn’t know this hole was gonna be so tight.”
“Really? I could have told you how tight it was gonna be, and this is the first time I’ve done something like this.”
“Well I thought I could loosen it up with my fingers, but I was too afraid it might break.”
“Just try again, dude, it might work this time.”
“Okay together on three.”
“Okay. 1... 2... 3...” There was a thump, then they both emitted a loud, exhausted moan.
Unable to listen from the outside any longer, Zariah and Tori bursted into the room, falling over each other.
“What the hell is going on here?!” Zariah yelled.
“And please let it be what I think it is,” Tori added with a devilish grin.
Matt and Asile stood on either side of a large metal contraption, both sweaty and covered in motor oil. Matt lifted his grimy tank top up to wipe some sweat off his face. “What do you mean?” he said.
Asile took out a couple of ice cold beers from the freezer and handed one to Matt. “Matt was just helping me slip this piston into the rings. The engine’s too big for one person to handle on their own.”
“Why? What did you think we were doing?” Matt asked.
Zariah gave both boys a wicked grin. “Well we thought Asile was putting his piston into your ring. If ya know what I mean?”
The two boys glanced at each other and then back at their respective lovers with twin expressions of confusion on their faces. “Um... What?” Asile asked.
Zariah jabbed Tori in the ribs with her elbow. Tori snapped out of the daze she had fallen into when Matt lifted up his shirt and responded, “We thought you two were ********.”
The two men quickly jumped back from each other and put as much space between them as humanly possible. “W-what?” Matt stammered as he turned completely invisible out of embarrassment.
“No. Just no. Never. I-I love vaginas!” Asile said, trying to reassert his manhood, his face turning bright red.
“Hm, shame,” Tori stated through her laughter. “I’d pay to see you two actually do each other.”
“Well Tori I don’t know about you, but I’m still starving. Let’s leave the two lovers alone so they can clean up. Shall we?” Zariah hooked arms with Tori as they left the boys stammering and stuttering in the garage, their laughter echoing throughout the hallway.
