Joemdexplorebasement5

From Create Your Own Story

You know you can't just keep waiting here. There has to be a way out, even in this darkness. The slight illumination from half windows give you an idea of the far walls, and you begin to pull at Wes' arm. "We go to a wall and scale around until we find some stairs." You say. Wes nods and begins to move forward, but grabs his back with a painful grimace.

"This isn't working well." He admits. His legs seem to be moving alright, but the support on his back clearly is hurting him. You move under his arm.

"Come on." You say. You doubt you can help much being his crutch, but you figure you can try. He does not hesitate to lean on you, and the pressure bends your knees immediately. He steps with you, only slightly groaning. You keep moving him forward, both of your heads tilted forward. You see that from his angle, looking down your hoodie would reveal the a line length of your chest to stomach, and a ways down to your pelvic region. You look to his eyes and see him looking forward, and decide it is fine for now. As you both inch along, you feel his arm shifting on your shoulder opposite of him. Your hoodie, already loose, suddenly falls down half your arm. Leaning forward, the dip of the hoodie stretches down the length of your right breast, and you hastily cover it with your hands before it goes too low. In doing so, you effectively throw Wes off yourself, and he sprawls on the ground with a loud grunt.

"Oh no!" You say, holding the hoodie closed.

"Why did you do that?" Wes says, sounding more hurt than angry.

"Um, I'm..." You begin, and look around, seeing what resembles a walking cane leaning against a dusty shelf. You pick it up hastily and bring it to him. "Here. Try to use this."

Wes takes the cane in one hand and tries to lean forward to get up again, but lays back down, clearly quite hurt.

You take his free hand, and try to pull him upward. He tries again, and then you feel his strength give way as he begins to shift toward his feet and stand. He falls, bringing you down with himself. With your distance, you do not land on his chest, but instead, your face lands directly onto his swimming trunks.

You look up and see him groaning, then slowly, he looked down toward you. Your cheek is against his inner thigh, and your lips are nearly pressed against his slowly hardening member. You initially try to apologize, but you feel the growth begin to stir closer to your mouth, and you push off of him to sit up. Your hand is on his hip, your thumb so close to him. He clearly is erect, now, and his eyes are wide in fear.

In the middle of a strange basement, you do not find this amusing. Still, though, this seems to be the only part of him acting energetically. You think you might be able to help him along with some goading. Or else, you could just try again to lift him up and hope it goes better.

Status
Wearing	wet Black hoodie with zipper broken up-front down to navel, boots, wet ripped black socks
Mood	A little... naughty, maybe?
Inventory	(with Wes) knife, bag of 10 cans of paint, rope, pepperspray