Two of Cups

Story Sent in by James:

Nicole called me up on the Saturday afternoon before our first date to tell me that she had somehow crazy-glued a plastic cup to her face, and didn't want to go out until she could remove it.

This is a new one, I thought, and I asked her if I could be of any help. She said that she knew it sounded unbelievable, and she texted me a photo as proof. In the photo, she wore a frown and a crushed, red plastic cup on her cheek.

I asked her how she managed to accomplish such a feat, and she said that she had been playing with cups and crazy glue. I recommended that she use acetone to pry the cup off. She thanked me and hung up, promising to let me know how it went.

She soon after texted me, "It didn't work," and sent me a photo of herself with a new cup, in addition to the first one, glued to her other cheek.

I texted back, "If you don't want to hang out tonight, just say so."


I texted back, "Prove it."

She texted me the name of a residential intersection, and when I arrived, she was standing there in a grey, hooded sweatshirt. I parked my car, approached her, said hello, and in response, she pulled back her hood and said, "See?" and pulled at the two crushed cups that were clearly glued to her face.

I asked, "Why were you playing with cups and crazy glue?"

She said, "It doesn't matter. All you wanted was proof to see why we couldn't go out, tonight. You have your proof, and now, I'm going home."

She pulled her hood back over her face and hurried away. I asked her if I could give her a ride, but she only quickened her pace. I hope that wherever she is now, her face is cupless.


  1. Hey op, sorry to hear that she really didn't want to go on a date with you. pfft stupid girl. I have the same question as you op, why was she playing with cups and glue in the first place? couldn't she make a better excuse of why she doesn't want another date.

  2. Why was this not titled "One Girl Two Cups"? Too obvious?

  3. She was a trashslut, and those were her cum buckets. It's a thing...

  4. Steve, isn't that what her mouth is for? I mean, I guess I could try aiming for the cups, then rip them off and dump the contents on her head.

  5. I think she was trying to improve her cup size. Hey, You're doing it wrong.


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