AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I’ve been wearing a fucking grin the entire week knowing what I got Rory to agree to. So, when she asks, I can’t help but throw my head back and laugh like the evil witch from her fairy tale. Rory doesn’t really do public demonstrations or speaking engagements. She never has. I knew this would be an excellent way to punish her little ass for giving me guff.
“Oh no, Princess,” she hates when I call her that, “I would never let you have the easy job. You’re going to be the EMT in this scenario.”
She frowns and grumbles at me. “I don’t have a clue how to be an EMT.”
“That’s why it’s a play, baby.”
She trips over nothing when I slip and call her baby. I almost did it the other day but caught myself. Why I want to call her that I can't say and I’m not asking myself to find out. As the room fills up with all sorts of people, from nursing students to real EMTs to those who want to babysit, I grab her hand then me and Te step forward with her in between us so she can’t hang back.
I introduce all of us and start going over some of the basics. The last thing we do is practice chest compressions. I’ve already laid out our dummy and Te has already gone over the infantversion. I maneuver Rory over to the dummy and all but push her down.
“Our lovely volunteer, Rory, is going to show you how it’s done. The easiest way to remember how to do it is by putting it to music. There are a lot of songs out there that work for this. For now, we’re going through it step by step and then we’ll get the music started. Rory.”
She starts doing the motions and counting under her breath. At first, everything is fine, but then…I start noticing something I shouldn’t. I have to go behind the podium quickly to hide the effect watching Rory perform CPR is causing me.
What the fuck is wrong with me?! Where the fuck did this come from?
I look back over, and my eyes go straight to where her mouth is whispering the count but then trails lower…where her breasts are jumping and moving with every motion. They bounce when she’s over the dummy and all I can think about is what the view would be like from the dummy’s perspective. I would definitely come back to life if that was the first thing I saw.
NO! What the hell?! That is Rory. Not some flirty girl who wants me to take her to bed. Little Rory! My sister’s - who is right there in the back of the room - best friend! What the fuck?!
I miss the next part of my presentation because I couldn’t seem to stop looking at her. It’s not until I hear Te clear her throat that I remember where I am and what I should be doing. I wrap the class up as quickly as possible -especially after the music part. Seeing her on her knees, those breasts bouncing up and down to music is more than I can stand. It’s like a first responder’s wet dream. And I never knew.
I have taught hundreds of these classes and never have I realized giving CPR is erotic foreplay. Never! Until Rory.
After the class, everyone rushes to the snack table and starts to mingle. Rory and Te are talking to a very bright fifteen-year-old and I am still thrown off my game. I kind of lurch over and grab a water hoping it will cool my fucking insides down.
“I wouldn’t mind coming around to that view if you know what I mean.”
There is little doubt in my mind who they are talking about. Rory.
“Fuck yes. Did you see her?”
“More importantly did you see those tits? I might fake a heart attack just to be under that set of…”
“Watch your fucking mouth!” The words come out as nothing but a hiss.
I spin around and find out who is talking like this about my Rory! It’s George Martin. An EMT I’ve worked with before. And found him to be a complete ass!
“Easy, Ben. It’s not like I have any doubts about you having already hit that pussy when it was fresh and new. Let some other guy get a taste of that sweet...”
I see red and I’m on him before he knows what hit him. “You fucker! You stay away from her!”
It takes five guys to pull me off him. By the time the dust settles, and I look up, Rory and Te are gone. When I get home, I go immediately to the shower to cool the fuck off. Fucking jerk! He’s been gunning for an ass-whooping for a long time now,always fucking up and trying to blame it on someone else, never showing up on time. The beatdown I gave him was overdue really. If it hadn’t been me, it would have eventually been one of the other guys who works with him.
I stand under the spray and wait for the anger to leave my body. Only it never does. That edge that thrummed in the recesses of my belly is still there. It still gnaws at me and still sits heavy. I angrily wash myself and ask myself again what the hell is wrong with me. I lean my head against the cold tile and let the water run down my back. When I close my eyes an image of Rory pops into my mind. In my head, she’s down on her knees with her hands crossed over like she would be if she were going to do chest compressions causing her breasts to be on perfect display as she squeezes the twin globes closer together and they bounce up and down. Only in my head, she isn’t doing fucking CPR, there’s not a classroom full of people watching us, my sister is nowhere in sight…and she’s riding me.
My eyes snap open and I realize I’m breathing like I just ran a fucking criminal down on foot. And my dick is saluting the imagery. I take my cock in my hand and run my palm over the length of the shaft. I bet Rory isn’t someone who sleeps around so her little pussy would be tight enough to strangle a dick as big as mine.
No! No! NO! Oh God, no!
I’m going to hell if I don’t stop, roasting on the lowest level. And yet…I don’t stop until my balls are drawing up tighter to my body and I release the pent-up cum on the floor of my shower. I watch as the white spunk washes down the drain and shame rises up in my chest.
I can’t think of Rory like this. She is my sister’s best friend for fuck’s sake, the girl I grew up with. The girl who is such a sweet dreamer that she bought the fucking Murder House because she liked the way it looked. The thought of her being there by herself shakes me. If George was thinking about her, who else could be out there lusting after her and she doesn’t even realize it? Who else is watching Rory like I want to?
I dress as fast as I can after drying off and grab my keys. I tell myself I’m just checking on her, just to make sure she’s alright but a part of me knows I’m a fucking liar.
Chapter Seven
