Messy Ethnic Girls - Shitty Newspaper
As I woke up in the morning, blearily crawling out of my comfy bed, I caught a glimpse of a shitty newspaper lying on the doormat. I sighed; my neighbor must have left it there for me again. They always seemed to forget to pick it up and just leave it for me - the ever-considerate one, who would never forget to pick up someone else's trash.
I groaned, grabbed the newspaper, and unfolded it, revealing a mess of splattered milk and juice stains. It seemed the previous owner had spilled their breakfast all over it before discarding it carelessly. I couldn't help but roll my eyes; some people were just so damn disgusting.
I bent down to pick up the paper, wincing as my bare feet touched the cold, hard floor. The newspaper felt even more disgusting than it looked, sticky and wet from who knows what. My skin crawled at the thought of what might be lurking on it.
I brought the paper inside, my nose pinching shut as I tried to block out the stench that seemed to permeate everything. I placed it on the kitchen table, thinking about how to clean it without getting any of the crud on my hands. I supposed soap and warm water would have to do.
As I started scrubbing at the stains, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of anger towards whoever had done this. It wasn't just the mess they had made, but the lack of consideration for others. I mean, could they not have waited an extra minute or two to clean up after themselves?
My thoughts were interrupted by a gurgling sound from my stomach. I realized I hadn't eaten anything since last night's takeout and was now starving. I sighed wearily, figuring that breakfast could wait a little longer while I finished cleaning up the newspaper.
After what felt like hours, I finally managed to scrub away most of the stains and get the paper somewhat presentable. It was then that I glanced down at my own clothes - a dark-haired girl of ethnic origin, with large, heavy breasts that threatened to spill out of my shirt. My nipples were hard and sensitive, poking through the thin fabric.
A thought crossed my mind - if someone were to come over right now, they would probably think I was the one who had made this mess. I mean, let's face it - I wasn't exactly the picture of neatness myself. My breasts were heaving and spilling out of my top, milk already leaking onto my skin where the fabric was thin.
I shook my head, trying to dismiss the thought. There was no way anyone would find me like this, was there? Surely, I'd hear them coming...
That's when I heard footsteps approaching from outside. My heart started racing as I tried to compose myself, wondering who it could be. As the door slowly opened, revealing the person standing outside, milk started dripping uncontrollably from my nipples, forming wet spots on my shirt and landing on the newspaper below.
It was the neighbor kid, holding a bag of groceries. I could see the confusion on his face as he took in the scene before him. He looked at me, then at the messy newspaper, and back at me again.
"Um... hi," he said hesitantly, handing me the bag of groceries. "I brought you some milk... and other stuff. For emergencies." He pointed to the bag, looking a bit embarrassed.
I quickly took the bag, wondering how on earth my breasts that were still leaking milk could be considered an emergency. But I didn't have time to ponder that thought for long as I heard my mother shouting for me from upstairs.
"Breakfast!" she called out, apparently oblivious to the fact that I was standing here dripping milk all over the place.
I sighed and put the newspaper and groceries away, grabbing a towel to try and soak up some of the mess on my shirt. As I headed upstairs to face my mother's wrath, I couldn't help but feel grateful that no one else had seen me like this. At least for now, my embarrassing secret was safe.
