Goodbye Sweatpants

One of the feet of the couch snagged the hem of my sweatpants but by the time I noticed they were already halfway down my thighs. The couch was still covering me but I didn't have the necessary strength left to lift it back up to free the leg from the hem. Noel was just standing there oblivious, smiling up at me.

For three excruciating seconds, I did my best to shift the couch around to unhook the leg but it wasn't working and I couldn't hold it up any longer. I lowered the couch to the step below me, my sweatpants getting pulled down even further as I did so, all the way down to my ankles. I managed to keep my lower half behind the cover of the couch the whole time but I had a big problem now.

"Well, the couch is looking great." he said innocently.

"Yeah." I laughed nervously whilst trying to free myself but the couch was resting right on the front of my pants and even with two hands I wasn't going to be able to lift it free. I desperately tried to think of a solution.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Uh... nothing. Just..." I delayed. I couldn't think of any other explanation so I just came clean. "Sooo... The couch got caught on my pants and well... it pantsed me and I can't pull them back up because they're stuck underneath it."

"Oh. So... Are you... do you want me to lift it?" Noel asked.

"Yes! Stupid. Just lift the damn thing so I can pull my pants up!" I snapped at him.

"Right. Sorry." Noel fumbled to get a grip and with a sharp grunt he heaved the couch up but it wasn't helping since he was only lifting his end. I tried to help with it but I still couldn't lift it at all. "Forget it. That's not working." I groaned. For a moment, we both just waited, me squatting behind the couch with my head just peeking over and down at Noel.

"Okay. What should we do then?" Noel asked cautiously.

"Um" I muttered. "Listen, just close your eyes and don't you dare peek or I'll literally kill you. Do you understand?"

"Okay. I promise." he replied.

I didn't really trust him to be honest but I had no other choice. I unburdened my ankles from my pants, now standing in the middle of the stairway in nothing but my oversized t-shirt. I looked down at Noel, his eyes were closed. I quickly stood back up and covered my pussy just in case.

"Okay." I said. Noel mistook this as me being ready and opened his eyes, getting an eyeful of my bare legs. "Hey! I didn't say you could open them!"

"Sorry. Sorry." he rushed out an apology and shut his eyes again but wasn't hiding the massive grin on his face.

"Alright, whatever. You've seen my legs before, don't get so excited about it." I rolled my eyes. "I'm going upstairs and you do not open your eyes until I say so. Got it?"

"Got it." he replied.

I stared into his eyelids for a few seconds to be sure he had them closed and then I made a mad dash for it back upstairs.

I put another pair of pants on and came back to assess the situation. Noel had climbed up the stairs and was investigating the pants I had left behind.

"You didn't even have any underwear on?" Sounding a little like someone who regretted not peeking.

"Um.. no." I grinned.

"Well, are you wearing any now?"

"Fuck off." I glared. I knew he was joking around, although to be honest the answer was no. I guess I hadn't learnt my lesson. "Just help me get this thing upstairs so we can be done with this."

"Alright. You go down there this time, that might be better." he suggested.

"You know. I like that idea." I grinned at him.