Headpats.

Awkwardly, I reach for Emma and affectionately pat and ruffle the top of her head. She stiffens a bit, her face going even redder and her arms hugging her breasts so tight, the pale flesh bulges around them.

"Uh, sorry... Little awkward?" I ask, my cheeks tinting pink and reaching up to rub at the back of my head with my free arm.

"A little, but... Why does it feel so good?" Emma smiles and closes her eyes, sighing contentedly at my headpatting. With the initial surprise over, her body is relaxing a bit. "You're just patting my head, but it feels like... a hundred hugs."

I can't help but smirk. "You like hugs?" Makes sense. She looks pretty cuddly.

Emma glances away. "Uh... Y-Yeah... My family is really affectionate... Heh..."

"Get in the car, you two!" Amy calls from the drive way, causing both of us to jump. My hands shoot to my exposed three-inch boner and, wanting to just get this over with, I rush out the door to Amy's convertible in the driveway. I dive into the backseat, my face burning and praying that none of the neighbors saw me.

Emma looks to prefer the slow and careful approach. Her face is bright red and she looks like a timid fawn as she walks to the car, the flesh of her breasts wiggling like gelatin as she desperately covers them with a self-hug. She comes around the opposite side of the car from me and, pitying her, I open the door for her. She climbs in and scoots surprisingly close to me. Her arm touches mine, even though she has plenty of space on her side. What gives?

"Hey! Baby Dick Georgie! No covering, remember? That's still in effect!" Amy barks.

Redfaced and grumbling, I move my hands away from my cock and to my side. My three-inch erection springs out, pointing directly upward and giving a little bounce as it settles. Emma's eyes nearly bulge out at the sight of it.

As Natasha in the driver's seat pulls out of my driveway, I notice her and Amy looking at me via the mirror. Great... Emma also can't take her eyes off my cock, but instead of a sadistic or mischievous smirk, she looks awed.

"What?" I ask her.

She jumps, looking quite embarrassed to have been caught staring. "Oh, uh... nothing. I just, um... I feel responsible for having caused that. Does it hurt?"

Hurt? No. Wouldn't be sore unless it stayed this way a while. But it's making my head swim in horniness. "Uh... it's a little uncomfortable?"

Emma uncoils one of her arms from her boobs and reaches for it, but catches herself and pulls away. "Sorry..."

"For what?" I ask.

"I uh... Did you want me to, um... help it? Uh, you? If it hurts, I could... rub it? I did cause it, after all..."

...Wut.