Emma and Crystal crush me

Crystal

I know it may seem weird to most, but if I had a time machine, I wouldn't use it to visit the future or ancient Rome. No, I'd go back to 1997, where I experienced the best crush of my life. Like some of you reading this story, you may have a squashing, trampling, or maybe a bit of a foot fetish. I've always described mine as simply enjoying when pretty girls squish me with their weight. I've had it my whole life, well before puberty. Some of my earliest memories are fantasizing of some of the cartoon characters sitting on me.

I've had the pleasure of being squashed many times in my life now but some of the best experiences come from when I was younger. Getting trampled now as a full-grown man, even by a 180 pound woman just doesn't hit the same. Maybe I'm just too strong now to feel that overwhelming crush again. That feeling of complete helplessness, not being able to get even an iota of air in your lungs as that pretty older girl flattens you to the ground under her body.

That's why I would use the time machine to travel back to 1997, where I was only a 7-year-old, weak, scrawny, and curious boy visiting his cousin for the weekend. Emma was, well, still is so pretty. A very tall, blonde, 17 year old girl who I was obsessed with, even though she was my cousin. I used to try and get Emma to sit on me, oh did I try. I think I straight out asked her to try stepping on my stomach once so I could test my abs but the answer was always no, "you're too small", or "I'll hurt you." Still, I looked forward to every third weekend when my mom would drive me out to Aunt Kim's house.

Aunt Kim's house was so much nicer than our little house, and it had air conditioning. I remember that weekend being especially hot and I remember what Emma was wearing. The smallest, tightest jean shorts and an equally tight tie-dye tank top that showed just the tiniest bit of midriff. Emma was a modest girl, I had never seen her show so much skin, her legs seemed to go on forever that morning. Again, I know she's my cousin but as a 7 year old boy I couldn't help but stare.

"But I have plans," Emma said, arguing with my aunt.

"Well, you know Robby comes every third weekend, you're old enough to plan your life, and old enough to have these responsibilities," my aunt said.

They continued arguing but I didn't pay much attention, I kept looking at Emma's legs and then to the couch in the living room. A few months ago I had finally annoyed Emma enough where she sat on my feet on the couch. Not much, but seeing her dressed like this had my mind spinning. I wanted to feel her weight on me again.

"You know how to ride a bike right Robby?" Emma asked me.

I had missed most of that conversation but yes, I could ride a bike and just nodded my head.

"K, but you have to behave, we're going to go hang out at my friend Crystal's house," said Emma.

I recall some more discussion between my aunt and Emma on where, who, and when, but a few minutes later I was on the old, somewhat rusty bike following Emma down the road. I was thankful it was downhill for most of it. Emma's legs were so much longer than mine and she had to keep stopping to let me catch up. I had no idea where we were by the end of it, just tired. It was still the nice part of town, this Crystal girl's house was even bigger than Emma's. The front gardens were so colorful, they even had this big barn in the back.

Before Emma knocked on the gigantic oak double door, she turned and knelt down. "Please don't be weird."

"Weird?"

She was still a little taller than me even on one knee and I could see her trademark frown "Crystal is a little older than me and she has horses," She paused and looked me up and down. "Just like try and be quite or something, I think she has a little brother you can play with." She stood back up and stared at me for another ten seconds while I stared back, her white tank top was drenched in sweat, even her arm pits were a little yellow.

She must have seen me looking at them because she looked at her shirt, swore and took it off. I think my jaw must have hit the ground. This was the smallest tightest tank top I had ever seen. I think Emma was getting ready to give me a bonk on the head if I stared any longer. Emma never really had a mean bone in her body, but I was hard gawking. Luckily the door opened, and I had something else to gawk at.

"Oh you look so cute," Crystal said as she opened the door. She was tall and pretty like Emma, at least 6 feet tall. Emma was still a little taller, I remember her mom saying Emma was 6'3 and that was only a few months ago but it was hard to judge, I was only around 4 feet tall at the time. It was a lot of looking up. The outfit Crystal was wearing though. The whole yoga pants fashion had just started but this was the first girl in my life I had seen that could pull it off.

I could tell she was a little older than Emma; I later learned she was six years older, so 23 when I first met her. Crystal looked strong too. She didn't have wide shoulders, but you could see the definition in her shoulders, and they were always straight, like she didn't have to work on her posture. She had abs too, Emma had abs, but you could only see them when she moved a certain way. Crystal's abs were just there, always.

The purple, pink, and blue yoga pants, though—any man would have been in danger of a serious car crash if he saw her walking down the road. I'm not sure if Crystal completely ignored me at that door or if I just wasn't listening, but her butt was mesmerizing as we walked down the long hall. Her waist was so small, but everything below it was significant and strong. All I could think while walking behind her was, this girl must be so heavy.