inspired by Just One Of The Guys' Buddy cause he's so hot
It's weird how one tiny action can have a ginormous knock-on effect on everything in your life.
If you disagree and totally see how this is possible, I bet you that getting stuck under a table is not a thing you would recognise as one of those tiny actions.
It was 3:55 on a Tuesday and I was spending my empty time after school with my buddy, Buddy. We didn't really have to do much, I just stood and laughed for a while at his new room revamping with tits and ass every place you looked. It was hilarious- well hilarious if you hadn't been crushing on the kid since you could both hold hands in the playground.
He was like a brother to me at this point but like a hot brother that you just want to take- okay maybe not brother...
He claims to not remember but I was closer to Buddy as a kid than his sister, Terri. We'd skip around the yard, hand in hand not caring about the teeny tiny insults being thrown at us by people who had only just learned to speak.
But that's the way it was and over the years I realised, I didn't do that out of friendship but for a totally selfish reason which was that I liked him a lot, no not even that loved! Then it was too late, his hormonal brain caught up with his mouth and now there's pussy all over his walls.
Tragic.
"God damn it, Buddy, will you stop throwing that damn ring around? You're gonna take one of those girls' eyes out!"
For the past 30 minutes, Buddy has found peace in taking my ring off of my own finger and tossing it at the wall so that it bounces back to him. I'm not sure he really understood the value in things like that but it wasn't as if it was a relic. I got it online. I just liked it.
"Okay sorry, one more!"
And with that, the ring doesn't bounce back this time and his face drops.
There is an echoing sound of silver falling behind his narrow desk, piled underneath with shelves and old hobbies of his that never truly went away. I glare at him and he shrugs as an apology.
Perfect.
I knew he wasn't gonna get it, not wanting to get his jeans dirty probably so I roll up my sleeves and get ready to go under...the desk.
I crawl under and I hear the silence of anticipation behind me. I leave it all behind to go into the dusty cave that was the underneath of Buddy's desk. Having so much Pizza was maybe a bad idea since I had to really squeeze to get through. I used my carrots to better my eyesight and eventually found my ring.
"Got it!" I shout in victory, feeling the cool metal beneath my dirty fingers.
"Buddy?"
"Oh- uh- um...yeah?"
I furrowed my brows in confusion with his really weird response. I couldn't wait to get the answer as I crawled away from the desk, shaking his shoulders in my dusty hands ready to lecture him about respecting others' possessions.
I couldn't wait but maybe I'd have to since I didn't seem to be moving from under the desk.
Shit.
My boobs squeezed against the tiny shelf on the other side, which was currently closing me in like a nutcracker. I panicked, shuffling about a bit until I realised I was probably royally screwed.
The breeze was travelling up my skirt from the outside but down here, the heat was invading my face at an insane pace. The confusion was all around, including my friend on the other side who was calling out to me, a little too nervous to be laughing at me.
"Buddy help me," I grunt, wincing at the feeling of my boobs pressing against the wood that was sending splinters through me like I had fallen down a hole on top of a billion toothpicks all at once.
I hear the scrambling of his converse behind me, rushing to help me and not noticing the awkward position until it was a little too late.
He was on his knees behind me, either hand on the side of my hips, crotch digging into my butt furiously as he tries to pull me out. It was suggestive, wild and driving me crazier than this claustrophobic feeling. The position, if walked in on, would be one for the history books and no explanation whatsoever could justify why Buddy Griffith was dry humping my ass right now.
"Buddy..."
He doesn't say anything, frozen in the spot with only one thing moving and getting harder and harder and let's just say it wasn't his grip.
Despite the determination in my voice, I was ready to give up my freedom in the outside world just for him to stop pulling and start pushing straight into me as the feeling was unbelievably empowering for a little girl like me.
That escalated quickly!
"Keep pulling," that brings him back to reality, ready to pull me out again with a raging boner and an ass fully on show for him that's actually not from his posters but from his friend stupidly deciding to wear a skirt that day!
"How can I pull you? I can literally see your underwear right now!" He exclaims.
"Just pull me damn it! I'm getting claustrophobic down here and there's a dirty pizza! What the fuck is that moving on it! It's moving! Oh my god, Buddy quick!"
He pulls.
"Stop saying my name like that it's not helping!"
He pulls harder.
"Stop listening to me and keep pulling so I don't have to keep feeling your boner on me right now!"
And harder again.
"It's the pictures Y/N! I can't help myself! They're staring at me dry humping a girl and I can't deal with it!"
And harder and harder again.
"Well if you were actually gonna do it I expect a little more effort thank you very much- Harder Buddy, I'm almost there!"
He pulls and pulls and pulls.
"Y/N," he grunts, holding my butt and continuing to pull.
"You got it-"
He continues to pull when I'm free sending us both tumbling backwards into the place with clean air and fewer creatures living off of Buddy's lazy bacteria.
When I was hurled backwards he came with me at the same speed until he hit the wood of his bed. This boy really had to start investing in some plastic or else I'd turn into a spike ball.
With a groan from both of us, we slumped against the wall, my back on top of his stomach. I clutching my back which was aching with my position for a minute or ten under his desk on all fours. That sounds really wrong...
I roll off of him and gather my surroundings, not even managing to take in the cobwebs on his ceiling before his face blocks it and that familiar crotch is connected with me again. Why did he roll on top of me?
We were caught in the moment and when e asked me to kiss him, there was something else in his eyes that wasn't desperation.
"Kiss me Y/N," his voice echoes and I find myself staring at his lips to crave what I could be touching.
So I do.
And I didn't regret it the bruising on my ribs one bit.
