Into strong arms

Strong arms reached out just in the nick of time and… plucked you from the air. It wasn’t quite so graceful and elegant as the usual romcom affairs would have you think; there was still a significant clatter and bump as you ended up with legs splayed awkwardly and one shoe now on backwards somehow. The sudden, buoying embrace of this stranger however, was certainly suffice to make you feel like a damsel falling from her carriage… albeit one who's first thought was to rapidly tweak the back of her skirt and check no bulges were showing at the front.

Still, there was suitable time to remain stunned and locked in his gaze for a moment… that first wave of embarrassment burning through long enough to meet another prickling flare coming back the other way. There were just too many things to be humiliated by at once! It all seemed to cancel out and just leave you paralysed and catatonic in this stranger's grip.

"That was close…" He said, still holding that large tub of vaseline, which had ended up clutched to your stomach in the tumble. He lifted you up and set you back on your feet, leaving that container in your care. You might have been more self-conscious about holding it, were it not for everything else that had gone wrong already.

"Um…yes. T-thank you." Was all you could think to reply, as he scooped you back onto your feet.

"Hasn’t really been your morning, has it?" He chuckled, clearly trying to inject some humour into the situation to reassure you. "Next time, maybe just ask for some help… We really don’t mind lending a pretty girl a hand."

His smile was warm and genuine… though the words were perhaps not so innocent. You were already too blushed out to react to the compliment, so you just brushed some of your thrown-about hair back into place and followed him to the checkout.

The young man kept chatting away merrily as he rang up your basket, slowly diffusing the awkwardness of the entire affair. You barely offered more than one word answers, but he did succeed in making you smile once or twice. You were beginning to come to the conclusion that 'Trev' was a genuinely nice guy… as well as being really quite handsome. Whether that made it better or worse that he had already seen your panties, you didn’t know.

"So, are you new around here? I haven't seen your face before…"

The question required a more direct answer, drawing you out of your clammed up shell.

"O-h, err yeah… We just moved here over the weekend… Me and my, um, partner."

The deflation in Trev's hopes was visible, though he made efforts to hide it. It was a little flattering to imagine that he had already been planning dates, even with someone who could clearly barely dress themself.

"That’s a shame… I was planning to ask for your number." He offered, honestly.

It was always so difficult in situations like this, where your world bumped up against the conventional one in ways that just didn't quite match. This poor soul had no idea that you were really just a dressed up sexual plaything with more between your legs than he might expect. The urge to squeal: 'I'm a boy, is that okay?!' in his face was palpable, just to end the self-doubt of whether he'd still find you attractive if he knew. And as for what he might consider the definition of 'partner' to be… compared to how you and Ben did…

You looked into his eyes and saw a boy that you’d very much like to get to know better… for better or worse. Your ever-horny little heart beating with the possibility of feeling those arms around you again.

"W-well… I don’t really know anyone around here yet… and Ben's at work all day… So… It might be nice to have someone to show me around?"

You grabbed a pen from the desk and scrawled a few digits on the back of your receipt, signing it 'Sam' with a heart. Then fled from the shop before the sniggers of Trev's colleague could reach you.