Maybe I just need a little hand up
From Create Your Own Story
Butter. "Did I step in some butter?" you ask.
The redhead gives you a strange look.
You have an idea. "Can you help me up?"
"Okay!" she says. She's still giving you that look, though. "Is your head okay? You do know there isn't any butter here?"
You are tempted to tell her about all the butter in your pants but you fear your relationship would not survive it. "I know.. I like to say funny things."
She hesitates, then steps around to your feet and reaches her hands down to you, leaning over. Your breath poised for a little deflation, as she moved from your head to your feet, and went from that intriguing upside down back to right side up (such an oddly fluid transition betweeen opposites); but the invitation of her bare white arms, and the white tops of her tits, in response to the rightful beck of gravity, puffing against the neckline of her dress, usher in sweet forgetfulness of previous times and states, even those as long ago as several seconds. Oh the things you'd like to press against her cleavage, stretching like a rubber band as she bends at the hips. You can think of 3 or so without trying, even discombobulated as you are. Her so-recently-passed upside-downness not entirely gone, you attempt to flip her image mentally.
Her hands are warm and firm in yours. A little thrill zips up your arms as you touch them. "One, two, three," she says, and you both pull, and she stumbles forward and saves herself from falling on you with a foot by your thigh. You suddenly become aware that, however fetching her knees, you would rather not have one planted in your groin by accident. That surely would not be good for this nagging erection. You feel your voice box go up a register at the mere thought.
"Sorry," she says, with an embarrassed smile. "Here.. let's.." She places her other foot on your other side and leans back, pulling with her legs. You waft upwards, bewitched by the gap in her dress, until you are sitting up. The redhead backs up and leans more with her body and you rise up to your feet and then she is saying "Whoa there!" as you fall against her. Her breasts are strong, and her arms are soft and yielding around you, and your brain is made of flowers.
"Hey sport," she says. "Steady there, rocketman. Got it? You got it? Come on, let's get you over to the car." You walk along leaning on her, your arm around her side - let's be clear, not her hip, not her waist, but up a little higher. She has one arm around your side too and the other hand on your chest, holding you up, though you feel as weightless as a perfumed golf ball on the moon. "Can we have a stop on your green?" you ask her.
"Um, sure, honey.. My green. Why not?" Oh, you're at her car. That didn't take long. I thought she'd parked around the corner. You start to ease onto the hood, but the redhead says, "Why don't we get you inside the car, out of the sun?"
| Status | ||
| Health | Horny | Location: |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 1 | |
