This is a cool idea!
There was a dog in the distance fucking my girlfriend. Simba - I hadn't seen him in years, had I? Why would he do this to me? He was such a good dog, and now here he was, railing my girlfriend from behind while she was on all fours. Then it occurred to me - not only that it was the peanut butter dripping from between her legs that my girlfriend was coaxing my poor pup with, that sick twisted bitch, but also I was in highschool, and I forgot to wear socks or shoes.
How could I forget my socks! What an idiot I was. It was a small thing, sure, at least I still had my shirt. You could argue that I could have forgotten something more important. But barefoot is school, what an embarrassment. I curled my feet into balls as I walked to class, hoping no one would notice. But of course they did, I was barefoot for God's sake. Wait... I did still have my shirt, right? I did a quick check, but when I pulled my hands back away from my chest they came back soaked with blood and, I think peanut butter. Oh right, my poor dog and my evil bitch of a girlfriend, tricking him into disgusting bestiality!
But why was I bleeding? I looked down to find a perfectly circular hole in my chest the size of a golf ball. It was disgusting. How could it have happened? A gunshot wound maybe? But it was too large for that. Suddenly it became obvious to me, that I was some sort of X-Man mutant, one equipped with a laser-shooting chest pendant, and it had been stolen from me. The nerve! I had worked so hard for that power. Well, I couldn't remember the details now, but I'm sure I must have. Who could have stolen it from me?
As I pondered that question, my english highschool teacher came up to me. Right, I was in school. Mrs. Brecoli, god how I hated her. She was so unfair to me.
"Where is your project, Michael? It is a very important project, and it's very obvious to me that you have forgotten it."
Shit, I thought. That very important project that would take me two weeks to do. How could I have forgotten it?
Stress and anxiety hit me in waves as I considered the implications. I was already scraping by on 50's in this class. I would undoubtedly fail now. How would I ever graduate?
To be honest with you, there was a lot going on emotionally at that point in time, and I couldn't describe exactly how I felt. There was the stress and anxiety yes, but beneath it I could feel very different and equally powerful emotions, built up like pages in a book inside of my mind... but they were lost to me now, scratching at my brain annoyingly, reminding me of their presence, with out revealing their intentions.
And that was when I saw her. Her perfect lips in an O-shape, her eyes looking up at me with a hunger. Her breasts were begging to be touched, soft and perfect looking, her nipples hard, indicating her intentions. There she was, on all fours, my beautiful girlfriend, with globs of peanut butter trailing out behind her for some reason. It struck me with pounding intensity, how much I'd like to rub her in that peanut butter as I slid inside of her.