He plays it straight

Matt couldn't deny it. As Natasha skated up to him, his dick reared up high, creating a ridge in his jeans that called out for relief. If he hadn't been completely convinced it would ruin his chances with every girl on the Hill, he would have yanked his dick out and jerked off right there, regardless of any risk of arrest. But, for once, a modicum of common sense held sway.

"Think you can lift me?" Natasha's voice held a challenge. "I'm not a little girl like those others you've been doing."

Matt nodded. "I'm willing to try if you are."

"You drop me, you'll pay."

"I intend to be careful but if you don't trust me, maybe you should find someone else to do your lifts." He liked that... obviously, if she could find someone else, she already would have.

Natasha made a face but grabbed his arm. "Okay, come on."

Matt accelerated, then reached for her. "On three, jump," he whispered. "Let's make this look easy."

She nodded, then did the count-down herself.

Cindi probably weighed less than a hundred pounds while Natasha, taller and with more of a woman figure, had to weigh in at one twenty. Still, her momentum made it easy for Matt to lift her above his head.

He picked up the pace, letting Natasha show off overhead. He made a point not to grab a tit, although he could hardly miss the soft sensation of those two nice C cups surrounding his hand as he held her chest. As for her pussy, he could hardly miss the way it yielded beneath his fingers. The girl was wet with excitement. Not from him, he knew, but from the lift and from being the envy of all of the other girls on the rink. But still, he would be willing to bet on a Pavlovian association between that pleasure and his presence.

He held her aloft for a minute or so, then whispered, "I'm going to lower you now. Want me to give you a twirl or to lower you into a spin?"

"Spin," she whispered back.

"You got it."

It was a miracle, but he managed to lower her gently, let her skate blades dig into the ice, and turn their forward momentum into angular spin.

"Oh, yeah." Natasha came out of the spin with a flourish, then did a hockey stop, wrapped her arms around Matt and kissed him on the lips.