A set of strong hands grab your waist

You rolled over to your hands and knees.  A pair of hands grabbed you about the waist and lifted you to your feet.  You cried out as you right leg collapsed under you.  You grabbed those arms as they folded back around your midriff when you started to fall.  Those hands slid up your body until they were blocked by the bulge in your blouse caused by your boobs.

?Are you alright?? a soft tenor asked.  You had no problem identifying the voice.  You?d heard it two out of every three days for the past eighteen years.  Larry Roland was literally the boy next door.  Barely a month older than you, the two of you had known each other since you were both in diapers.  At five foot ten, a hundred sixty-five pounds he grew up to be bigger than you, but then again, he was average for a man.  Add his brown eyes and short, medium brown hair, and he faded into any crowd easily.

?Just a twisted ankle.? You told him after a moment.  You winced as you put some weight on it.  You figured that you should be able to walk it off in a few minutes.  When you tried to take a step, you noticed his hands were still on your breasts and held your body against his.

?Sorry,? Larry said as he released you.  Part of you was almost sorry that he did.  Larry had some of the softest hands you had ever felt.  You leaned on him as you took a tentative step.  His arm didn?t move the slightest as you take a step.  However, he was quick to pull you tight when you stumbled.  You spent a little time flexing your ankle.  Larry watched you anxiously.  After a couple minutes it was 

obvious that it is tender, but okay.

  ?I need to see Cindy.? he explained.  You gave him a quick snort.  ?You and every other guy on campus.? You muttered under your breath.  While Larry was a nice enough guy, like most men he had a tendency to think with his dick.  If the bulge in his pants pressed between the cheeks of your ass weren?t enough to verify this, the fact that his hands were once again on your breasts was.  The fact that he was massaging them removed any doubt.  Ignoring the fact that your nipples were beginning to get hard, you pulled free of his grip.  You turned around and looked over Larry.  You weren?t sure what it was, but something was wrong.  Somewhat on the shy side, Cindy was not the normal gal Larry went after.  Still, you couldn?t really blame him either.

?I don?t know where she went,? you started with a sigh, ?But I have heard a couple rumors about what she had planned for tonight.  Follow me.?