Follow him anyway.

Taking a deep breath, you stand back up to a wobbly pair of legs. It's been awhile since you walked again, so you feel confident that you can hold on to your sanity for the time being. You follow quickly behind him, though immediately slow to a crawl at the shock between your legs. Even moving slowly tantalizingly teases you, dragging the smooth fabric softly against it. You stumble up to your attractive friend, and breath a sigh of relief as you're finally able to stop again.

However, your breaths are becoming noticeably heavy and you can hardly stand. You think that even two more steps would cause you to orgasm. Panic begins to set in, hoping to God that Troy doesn't ask you to walk anymore. Using all your self control, you hold back, and ignore all the dirty thoughts flooding through your mind as you linger your stare too long on his physique.

He bends down and digs around in his back, but eventually pulls out a small wrapped blue cube, tied with a yellow ribbon. When you take it, you look with surprise. A gift?

"It's for you. You've been such a nice person and friend since we met. It isn't a big deal or anything. It's something I made in practice."

You're intrigued. When you unwrap the box and open it, the inside is lined with velvet, which houses a beautiful silver necklace gemmed with a lovely green crystal. You gasp in shock and ask what he meant by practice.

"Well, I'm trying to be a jeweler of some kind. I like working with gold, silver, and gemstones."

How thoughtful! You smile and wrap your arms around the man for a hug. Of course, you don't remember your situation until his body presses against your own. You gasp and open your eyed wide, clenching your teeth as you do your best to act normal. He squeezes you tight in return, leaving you shaking once he releases you. That was close.