Bean bag Stories

I stare at it from across the room; cock my head and look at it sideways. I even kneel down, squint my eyes tight, and twist my chin this way and that before finally shaking my head in confusion. “Nope. I don’t see it. Like, at all.” “Sh’right there!” Cassie yelps with a slur. “You’re telling me, with a straight fucking face, you see a vagina in that bean bag chair?”  “Mhmm. Right there! Clear as day. Look.” Cassie wobble...