I explained the problem to her and she began to change her position, slide up towards my head. She stopped suddenly, both of us recognizing another issue at the same time. If Tammy’s hips were over my chest, her breasts would be…
Exactly.
I wasn’t sure what to say. I could almost hear her mental shrug and she moved further along. I turned my head to avoid her having to rest her breasts on my face.
“Good enough,´ I muttered, half to myself. I reached up, grasped her hips.
“OK. You need to go rigid now,” I said.
“Isn’t that the man’s job at times like this?” Quinn quipped. Tammy turned her head and stuck out her tongue.
“Hush!” Gale hissed.
“OK, Tammy. First try.” I lifted a bit, lowered her, shifted my hands. Through that beautiful womanly padding, I could feel her pelvis on my palms. Another minor adjustment and I felt more confident.
“OK, one-twenty-five in three, in two, in one…”
I took a half breath, pushed and she rose up and away from me. Her long dark hair suddenly fell in a cascade around my head like a curtain; in a second, all I could see was Tammy’s face. Her eyes were closed.
She started to move and I gripped her hips more tightly.
“Hold still!” I spoke. “Let me do the work.”
There were titters of laughter and light applause from the others. I lowered her, let her rest against me.
“How was that?” I asked.
She turned her face down towards me, her eyes open now and a slight smile on her face.
“That was fun!” she whispered.
“Then let’s give the crowd what they paid for,” I whispered back. I pressed her up again to full extension, barked for the others to hear.
“Count!”
She wasn’t heavy, not by the standards of what I normally did in the gym. She was still unwieldy, but it wasn’t really difficult.
With Tammy’s hair veiling us, we might as well have been in our own world, but I could hear the others’ counting as she moved up and down.
“Three… Four…”
“Doing OK?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said softly. Her eyes opened, looked into mine. Her smile was broader now.
“Nine… Ten…”
I lowered her all the way down, but kept my hands on her hips.
“That was fun,” she repeated. She blinked her eyes. I could feel her take a deep breath, then her head came down and the softest lips I’d ever known touched mine. I squeezed her hips, felt the tip of her tongue sweep gently along my lips. I met her tongue with my own.
And I suddenly had a problem.
Do models ever get erections? I suppose so. It had never happened to me, but I’d sometimes wondered what I’d do.
It was now time for me to find out. It wasn’t a full woody, but I was definitely half-hard; it would be instantly noticeable once Tammy got off me. And I was getting harder with every second. Equally bad, I could see that Tammy had noticed. Her lips pulled away from mine, wide blue eyes staring at me.
“Hi!” said Quinn, a burst of sunlight on my face as she swept Tammy’s hair away, pushed her face close to ours.
“Giving up, big fella?” she giggled.
Tammy’s face had turned away at the sound of Quinn’s voice. I could feel the heat of her blushing.
“Taking a rest,” I said. Tammy’s weight was pleasant but meant I had to work a little at breathing.
“You said you do three hundred in the gym?” Quinn asked.
“Sometimes as low as two-eighty, but generally three. Why?”
“Figure you can handle me as well? We’ve got a bet going out here.”
“Um, what do you weigh?”
“Ninety-seven pounds. Ninety-seven pounds of feisty, fightin’ female!”
Two-twenty-two. Even with whatever their clothes weighed, it was well short of my max. I was more worried about the ottoman, but considered that this new challenge might give me a bit of time for the ‘gallant reflex’ to pass.
“Tammy?” I asked. Right then, I had two brains competing for my blood supply. It had to be her call anyway.
I could almost hear her thinking. She knew I was hard and knew her kisses had lit the fire and knew what the reaction would be if the others saw.
She lifted her head from my shoulder, stared at me with those amazing eyes. She shrugged, just enough that I could feel it, whispered a reply.
“OK.”
“Right. Quinn, you have two jobs, once we get you balanced. The first is to stay absolutely still without wiggling or moving and the second is to hang on to Tammy. Got it?”
“Got it.”
I still couldn’t see beyond Tammy’s hair, but there was no doubt once Quinn gingerly swung herself into place.
I tried a press, recovered, told Quinn to shift her position a bit. And again. This was a mistake, I realized. Each time Quinn moved, Tammy moved a little, too…
…drawing the soft, soft fabric of her shorts over my cock each time, making me that much harder. I could see in her wide eyes that she was suddenly aware of that, too.
Quinn having settled into place, I took a breath, grunted slightly and pressed upward. The two lifted, then up further until my arms were fully extended. I held it, with just a bit of a sway.
Gale and Heather broken into applause, clapping wildly, but the applause changed suddenly to open laughter.
A slight breeze told me why. My having lifted the other two off my body had left my no-longer-partial erection totally exposed to view. Dammit!
I lowered the two carefully. Quinn hopping off lightened the load and I pulled in a deep breath. I looked up to see Tammy staring at me. I couldn’t read her expression. Her tongue tip ran over her lips, then she leaned down and kissed me, lightly, quickly.
“Sorry,” she whispered, then rolled part-way off my body, as if trying to shield me from view. With her hair gone from around my face, I could see again.
Gale and Heather were laughing almost hysterically. Quinn on the other hand, being the only one who wasn’t aware of my raging hard-on, was looking a little puzzled. Tammy was blushing madly. Eventually she stood up and Quinn got the joke.
“Tammy, you bad, wicked girl!” she laughed. “Look what you did to the poor boy!”
I was by now blushing myself, seriously embarrassed. This hadn’t gone anything like it should have. Scarlet, I rolled off the ottoman, got to my feet and started for the house, my dick waving in front of me. My robe was inside and it would have been both pointless and silly to try to cover myself with my hands.
Heather’s hand caught me by the elbow. I stopped, but tried to shrug her off. She let go, tried to smile in the face of my scowl.
“I’m sorry, Ty,” she said repentantly. “I’m sorry for laughing, but that’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I think it’s… nice.” Her words trickled to a stop; her expression was almost pleading for forgiveness.
I was surprised when Tammy’s hand took my other arm.
“It’s my fault,” she said. She looked down at my woody, back up at me.
“And Heather’s right, Ty. It’s nice, really nice.”
Her eyes dropped to it again.
Let’s be clear. I’m not hugely equipped, none of that crazy porn actor massiveness. I am however a big guy and am certainly ‘to proportion’. I could see the same look on all four faces – certainly not fear, but maybe a combination of wonder and fascination.
I took a deep breath, made myself relax a little and felt the tension in my belly subside. We’d all had a couple of drinks – let it be, I thought. It was kind of funny. I wouldn’t let this ruin everything.