Narcolepsy (A Love Story)

5: Blake

Well, shit.

Just when it was getting interesting — because I saw her checking out the outline of my piercing through my t-shirt and knew she was probably wondering what else I had pierced — she collapsed again. Does this always happen? No wonder she never flirts with anyone, and I've seen plenty of the guys around here try.

I debated doing what she asked and leaving her on the ground, then decided that not only was i not that much of a douche, I had enjoyed our "struggle snuggle" way too much to not take advantage of the opportunity. I may not have been hard when she punched me in the nards, but I had been a few minutes earlier.

I heaved her up into my arms with very little trouble even as dead weight. She was heavier than the girls I'm usually tossing around like pieces of meat but...I don't know...it was kind of nice not to have to worry about snapping her like a twig. And she still wasn't "heavy" — it wasn't like I was straining or anything — she was just slightly heavier. More substantial. I gave a practice lift with my arms and had no trouble holding her up around mouth-level for some time even without additional support. It was maybe even easier: with her compact size and lower center of gravity, I had more control than usual. Why did I never give short girls a whirl before this? Without those long, gangly limbs flapping around and throwing off my grip, I could really get her into some interesting positions. And if I could get her wrists wrapped with a Strugglers Knot and suspended? Fuuuuck.

She chose that moment to twitch, and I remembered what a Rick said about her sometimes being closer to the surface. I wasn't sure if I wanted her to be aware of my experiments in sexual positions or not, but either way it probably wouldn't help my chances of getting to try them out if she woke up balanced in mid-air while I was lining her up with my mouth and seeing how long I could hold her there. That would definitely fall into the "groping her while asleep" category. Although if she keeps falling asleep like this, she may have to suck it up and deal with some unconscious fondling.

Suck it up. Heh. Precisely.

But now that the thought is out there in the universe, I really REALLY can't help wondering about just how often she falls asleep. And what causes it. Because the conversation of a few minutes ago makes it sound like emotion might be the trigger and that's got some interesting connotations. I decided to mix it up a little and sank back onto the ground, leaning back against the wall with my legs stretched out in front of me. I held her stretched out on top of me, her back against my chest and her ass firmly planted against my hard-on, her head resting under my chin and my arms holding hers wrapped around her. Her legs were balanced on top of mine and her thighs pressed together so I crossed my ankles and watched how it shifted her legs so they fell apart on either side of my bent knee. I liked that, so I scooted my knee up at a sharper angle, resting that foot flat on the ground, and her thighs splayed apart like an invitation. I held her there and listened to her breathe and contemplated what exactly her disease might mean.