JoemdhelpsWes6
From Create Your Own Story
You don't want to leave him behind, but you find it ridiculous he has this much apparent pain in him and yet still has the gall to get hard at your plight. Still, though, it has to work in your favor. You are not going to leave him behind just because he is an idiot.
The first thing you do is keep a hand around your hoodie, the other around your crotch. Without anything underneath, you do not want to flash him as you stand up. You do, however, lean far forward, letting both breasts push against the open hole - your small cleavage pushes against the hoodie, threatening to burst as it inches further across the curve of your chest. As you begin to feel the zipper at the edge of each side press against your nipple, you retract and let the hoodie rest to cover it all again.
"Feel like coming after me?" You ask playfully and back away. Wes responds immediately, sitting up. He barely even groans, and he uses the cane to help himself move toward you.
You find it much more fun than you anticipated. You lead him foot by foot toward the far wall, spotting the stairs in the dank darkness that leads to what appears to be a storm door. As he begins to falter, you chide him along. The first time, you turn away from him completely and peel the hoodie off both shoulders. You look behind yourself and dare him to make it in front of you to see. He starts moving fast again, and you jog ahead, putting the hoodie back on with a laugh. The second time, you turn a quarter toward him and bend the leg that faces him. You lift the front of the hoodie all the way to your stomach in front, letting the entirety of your hip and the bottom half of your butt and legs be shown to him. Again, he moves faster to try and get a better angle, but you put the hoodie back down and move to the stairs. He looks at them waveringly, but you just wink and move up first. Him underneath you, you know that even with your feet pressed completely together the entirety of your round cheeks are on display, but you move upward, careful not to separate your legs to show more than you intend.
You push open the storm door without issue, happy it is not locked. The two of you move to the edge of the river. You want to think you can bring everything across, but you drop your bag. Wes is not far behind you, looking stronger by the moment. He approaches the water and breaths in deep. You see he is still hard, and a part of your mind wonders how well that will affect his swimming.
"Carry me across." You demand, taking a step into the water. It already is freezing, and you feel yourself begin to fall. Immediately, Wes reacts, dropping the cane and grabbing you. It was not quite what you intended to happen, but it worked. He immediately dives into the water, and swims. He keeps you afloat easily, but the entire process seems to take ages. Half way there, he begins to gasp.
"Can you kick?" He asks between gasps. "It'll help."
You try, but realize it is not working well. You also realize your boots are full of water, and reach down to untie them, letting them drop. For good measure, you use your toes to peel off the scraps of leggings and begin to kick. You feel Wes' arm around your ribs. They do not waver, and his strong arm keeps you held tight.
Before your legs even feel anything, Wes is dragging you ashore. He places you on the rocks next to himself, and lays back uncomfortably. Your hoodie is sopping wet, and leaves you incredibly cold, but you pull it around yourself. Wes is in no better condition, but for some reason your eyes move down in curiosity to his trunks, wondering what was left. You look away quickly. You are unsure if you saw something peeking out, there.
"Did I do well?" He asks, panting.
"What? Of course."
"Was that... Was it just a joke?"
He is looking at you know with half closed eyes. A joke? What does he mean?
"Everything you just did. Was it just... Just a joke? Just trying to get me to do things?"
That is hardly a joke, but you are unsure how exactly to respond. You could say yes and save yourself right here - clearly he is expecting something. You were just teasing him, of course. You wonder, though, was it a joke? Maybe it was not?
| Status | ||
| Wearing | wet Black hoodie with zipper broken up-front down to navel | |
| Mood | A teasing mood | |
| Inventory | None | |
