One Does Not Simply Walk ❤

Author's Note: Apologies for the late chapter; unfortunately, I was predisposed yesterday and was unable to edit and publish.

The main focus of the room, that John now looked into, were two couches facing each other with a coffee table between them in front of a large wall-mounted TV. Two chairs that matched the couches were pulled away from the main seating area, one sat between the door John was looking in from and the couch to his left, while the other was behind the furthest couch, between it and a bookshelf, which was half-filled with books and board games. Next to the bookshelf was a door and to its right was a small refrigerator with something on top that looked like either some strange microwave or maybe a fancy coffee machine.

In the right corner of the room, directly in front of John, were two square tables each with four simple blue chairs surrounding them. And the final thing in the room was a wooden door on the wall to John’s right, maybe a metre and a half away.

“You finished gawking yet?” Erin chuckled. “Hey, listen, I don’t wanna have to clean up all the cum you just unloaded into me. So here’s the plan, we’re gonna shimmy out of the locker, then while you pin me to the wall, I’ll wrap my legs around you and you can carry me into the bathroom, it’s the closest door so it’ll be the easiest option.”

John took a minute to process. “I… what? But wait, what’s with this room? What the hell's happening?”

“How about we get cleaned up and get your dick out of me before we start talking about this?” Erin suggested. “You know what, just follow my lead… or don’t, but if your dick comes out of me before I’m able to clean up, then you can clean it up.”

“But-” John started.

Erin cut him off with a groan. “Just, follow what I do. I can feel your dick starting to harden a little again.” Not allowing John any time to argue, Erin guided John to firmly press his hands into her ass again. “Hold on tight, I don’t want that dick slipping out of me quite yet.”

The hole in the back of the locker was more snug than it originally looked. The first complication came from the tightness, forcing the two against each other and pushing John’s re-hardened cock deeper into Erin.

As John tried to wriggle further out, he shuddered, feeling the head of his dick rub against Erin’s heavenly insides. Getting through the small exit of the locker was much harder than expected: not only did the two have to squeeze through together, but they were still quite sensitive. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through their bodies, and Erin couldn’t help but moan as her hard nipples were teased against John’s chest.

Five or so minutes of shifting, panting and moaning later and the two finally managed to enter the room. They stood in place, breathing heavily while still holding each other tightly. Erin was the first to move; she looked at the wall behind John before turning to look at the wall behind herself, spotting the out-of-place armchair.

She put her arms around John, holding him as she guided the two over to the chair. She slowly and carefully lowered herself until she sat on the robust arm.

“Alright, John. Now, I’m gonna wrap my legs around your waist, and put my arms behind your neck. Think you can carry us to the bathroom, through the door, behind you?” Erin asked, looking into his eyes.

John craned his neck to look at the door, now maybe two and a half metres away. “Uh, yeah, should be easy enough to get over there, but we might struggle with the handle.”

“If you press me up against the wall next to the door to brace me, then I should be able to let go of you with one arm and open the door,” Erin explained.

Erin’s legs locked around his waist, pulling him deeper into her and causing him to let out a quiet moan. Next, she draped her arms over his shoulders and locked her hands to her forearms tightly, bringing her closer to John, almost forcing him to look into her amber eyes.

John took a couple of deep breaths as Erin’s chest pressed against his. Tightening his grip and causing Erin’s ass to seep out between his fingers, he managed to heave her up.

“F-fuck!” John exhaled as Erin tensed and tightened around him.

Another deep breath and John slowly turned around, taking his first step. ’Oh fuck,’ John internalised as he let out another low and quiet moan. What John thought would be an easy task had suddenly been made pleasurably obvious that it was going to be much harder.

As he’d taken the first step in the direction of the bathroom door, not only did both John and Erin’s bodies move, causing a mini thrust into Erin, but she also tightened up slightly as she braced herself.

Another step and the two moaned together, then another before John was at the large rug which did nothing but fill a big empty space in the room.

“Stop!” Erin commanded, her arms tightening slightly around his neck. “I… shit… you- uh can’t walk on the rug with your shoes on.”

“What?” John exhaled. “It’s not like I can walk around, what do you expect me to do? Fly over it?”

Erin shuddered a little, her panting causing her nipples to drag across John’s chest. “Uh… You’re gonna have to take your shoes off.”

“You’re joking, right? How do you expect me to take my shoes off?” John asked.

“You’re smart, I’m sure you can think of a way,” Erin smiled, “and no, it’s not a joke at all. I would love to laugh it off and say, ‘yeah, just walk across, no one is even going to be able to tell,’ but honestly, I’m not willing to risk it.”

John huffed, then he shifted to one side and lifted his foot a little while also loosening his grip slightly on Erin’s ass. As soon as he did that, though, Erin’s legs tightened around his waist, she held tighter around his neck and clamped down around his cock, causing him to plant his foot firmly once again and sink his fingers back into her butt.

There was a pause as John breathed deeply. The sudden movement and stimulation had caught him off guard, though he didn’t seem to be the only one; while his dick had begun to twitch, Erin hadn’t stopped contracting around him.

’This is way harder than it should be, and why does every movement feel twenty times worse? I’ve hardly moved and I feel like I could cum at any minute. I’m pretty sure I should be able to last longer after cumming once…’ John thought.

Taking a second, he lifted his heel, before pumping his foot a little in an attempt to slip his shoe off. While the vigorous movement seemed to be working, John also let out a louder moan as it caused a significant amount of friction on his dick.

Finally, the heel of his shoe slipped under his foot. He took a breath before lifting his foot out of the shoe and almost stomped onto the floor next to it. This sudden movement again caused Erin’s whole body to tense up, as if to brace herself for the two to inevitably topple over.

“Just the other foot and then we can get to the bathroom,” John muttered to himself. He shifted his weight onto his other foot and paused a moment, readying himself for what he knew was about to happen. Pumping his other foot his breath became more laboured.

’I know why it’s so bad… Everything is focused on the tip of my dick. Every movement causes all the sensitive areas to rub against the inside of Erin’s pussy, and it doesn’t help that she keeps tightening or twitching around me. Just… I know she’s going to tense up again when I pull my foot out. I just need to be mentally prepared for it,’ he thought as he scrunched his eyes tight. As quickly as he could, he pulled his foot from his shoe, and though he knew it was coming, a pleasured groan rumbled in John’s throat as Erin once again quivered around his dick.

“That… uh… w-wasn’t so bad… right?” Erin panted. “Fuck…”

The two were breathing heavily until John steeled himself. Step after step John drew closer to the door. Each step was more intense than the last, every step causing movement between their bodies which was coupled with Erin tensing for a moment each time John’s foot made impact with the floor.

Finally, they reached the door and John almost fell as he slumped forwards, trapping Erin between him and the wall. That was a mistake, however; he had managed to alleviate some of the weight he held but in his haste, he’d pushed himself deeper into Erin once more.

The two groaned and Erin pulled John towards herself, pressing her lips against his.

“I don’t know what was hotter, fucking you in the locker or this weird standing walking fucking thing we’re doing right now.” She chuckled. “Can’t say I’m disappointed either, I got two firsts for odd locations or positions and both have felt pretty amazing. Guess I should get this door open so I can finally answer your questions, right?”

John’s eyes were still closed and he pressed his forehead against Erin's. He pulled back a little, opened his eyes, and nodded. Both of Erin’s arms loosened around John’s neck. One hand began stroking the back of his neck, lightly brushing the small hairs, causing John to shudder, while the other hand pulled back and travelled against the wall until she managed to take hold of the door handle.

She pressed the handle down and pushed. Nothing happened, so again she awkwardly and uncomfortably pressed the handle down and attempted to push the door. “Fuck!” she growled. “I hate this damn door! I’ve told them time and time again to fix the damn thing…”

There was silence between the two as Erin hit the wall with her head in frustration. “Soooo… you’re gonna hate me… This stupid door has a habit of occasionally sticking. Usually, it’s not that big of a deal, just give it a kick and it unsticks… but that isn’t something we can do right now, so the only thing I can think of is that you walk us to the couch, sit me on the arm, and then I lay back and hope that nothing drips out.”

John was quiet, breathing deeply. ’Fuck, this is bad. I don’t think I can last long, it took all I had not to cum when we reached the wall. I’ve calmed down a little though, maybe if I move over to the couch quickly, I’ll make it.’

“Why wasn’t that plan A?” John huffed.

“Because you came a lot, and I’m not sure that it won’t make a mess,” Erin replied.

John looked over his shoulder at the couch behind him. It wasn’t much closer than the chair they’d started at but John was sure he’d make it. Tightening his grip he signalled to Erin he was getting ready, so she tightened her grip around John’s neck.

Slowly, he turned around, counted down in his head, and then he closed the short distance. Unfortunately, in his pleasure-clouded mind, he hadn’t clued Erin into his plan. The sudden movement made Erin think they were about to fall or that John was losing his balance. She clung to him tightly inside and out. The faster and larger movements also caused much more stimulation, but to John’s surprise, he made it.

Placing Erin onto the arm of the couch, he internally celebrated. Erin, on the other hand, had other plans. She smirked at John before leaning back while her arms were secure behind his neck, causing them both to topple over onto the couch.

John’s hips moved on their own, lightly bucking as he began to cum once again. Erin moaned as she felt the warm liquid firing into her for a second time.

“Oh fuck,” she groaned. “How do you still have any cum left after what you already put in me?”

Despite her words, she didn’t seem upset at all and even began to giggle.

John panted. “Fuck, uhm... sorry.”

Erin chuckled again. “Sorry for what? Cumming again? Or for somehow having an unending supply of cum to fill me with?”

“I.. uhm... Yeah?” was all John managed.

Erin took hold of John’s cheeks before pulling him into another kiss. John enjoyed the kiss for a minute? Two? He wasn’t sure but he felt like he should pull back; when he tried, though, Erin’s arms were thrown around his neck holding him in place as she opened her mouth to offer her tongue to him.

Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, John reciprocated, happy that Erin had decided to take a more relaxed sensual approach rather than a heated passionate one. The kiss helped John calm down from his sexual high.

After some time, Erin loosened her arms and her tongue retreated back into her own mouth. John pulled back and looked down into the girl's eyes as she spoke, “That was really hot, but I do need to get cleaned up, especially now that you’ve doubled my problem. Just, can you get me some toilet paper from the bathroom, like a decent amount, I need to basically hold all this cum inside of me while I rush to the toilet.”

John pulled himself back, up and over the chair arm before slowly pulling his dick out of the cheerleader and putting it away.

Looking down, Erin was a sight to see. Her black and purple hair was a mess, her shirt was completely wrinkled, her pussy was still completely soaked, and his cum threatened to spill out. If John hadn’t already cum twice, he was sure he would be hard again right now.

“Earth to loverboy?” Erin waved. “I’m sure I look particularly hot right now, but if you wouldn’t mind, I’d really like to get to the bathroom.”

“Oh, right, yeah, sorry. I’ll be a minute.” John stumbled over his words as he turned to walk towards the bathroom.

As he moved, he realised something. Not only was his dick wet but also his pants and underwear too. As John had walked with Erin literally connected to him via his dick, cum must have leaked and managed to travel down his dick soaking his clothing.

John reached the door and tried to open it but it still didn’t budge. He tried with a little more **** but still nothing.

“Kick the bottom corner,” Erin called from behind him.

Nodding to himself he tried again, this time kicking the door, and it opened. He entered to find a simple bathroom. To his left were three large stalls, on the opposite wall and behind the door was a shelf with cubby holes in it next to a sink and mirror.

John moved into the first stall and pulled the roll from its holder. He moved to the sink, and looking at the door which softly closed behind him, he unequipped his pants and boxers. He grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned himself up a little, before bringing his clothing out of his inventory, intending to clean them up too, but to his surprise when he did, they were completely clean and dry.

He was confused for a moment but shrugged and re-equipped his clothing. He headed back out and handed the toilet paper to Erin. Quickly, she bunched some up before holding it between her legs, allowing her to stand and waddle her way into the bathroom.

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