GO!

"GO!" Ethan pushes, trying to dislodge the awkward furniture. Barely budging, he puts a bit more **** into it. He's holding back, hoping not to hurt Layla, trying to use just enough **** to dislodge the couch and not anymore. Yet it still doesn't budge. He can hear Layla straining, putting in her share of the effort. Shifting, pushing with his shoulder now, he feels the couch give a little, starting to shift. "Little...More" he strains, feeling his face turn red.

How the fuck did she get it this stuck?

Suddenly, the couch gives way.

Ethan tumbles, his balance destroyed, falling forward onto the couch as it breaks free and topples to the ground. Layla, luckily, manages to dodge out of the way, letting out a high-pitch yelp when the pesky piece of furniture releases. As he falls, Ethan tries to catch himself, reaching for the door frame desperately. He misses.

A hand grabs his arm, slowing his fall. "I'v- OH!"

Layla tried to save him, but it was too late. Ethan tumbled onto the couch, dragging the poor blonde down with him.

Finished falling, Ethan was thankful for two things: Firstly, by some stroke of luck the couch had landed on its backside, with Ethan ending up laying on the back cushions. Secondly, Layla had landed on top of him, which was truthfully a mixed bag.

“Ethan, are you okay?” She asks, her voice thick with worry.

“Yup. I’m good.” Ethan answers, Layla’s heavy chest pressing down tight against his. He’d almost had the wind knocked out of him, but thankfully he was cushioned on both sides of his body. Shifting slightly, Ethan starts to feel the effects of her weight on him. Tits and an ass like hers don’t come cheap on the scale. {if Layla’s Secret =true}Not to mention the other thing.{endif}

“I’m so sorry…” She starts to stand, accidentally treating Ethan to a very interesting view of her wobbling breasts. Ethan notes she’s definitely not wearing a bra. “I thought I could catch you…”

“It’s fine,” Ethan rolls over slightly, trying to fight to his own feet. “Thank you for trying.” Reaching down, she helps him up, offering a few more apologies. “Seriously, it’s fine…” Ethan looks down at the couch, mostly to not stare at the much older woman’s chest. “So, where now?”

“Huh, oh…” She looks at the couch. “Living room?”

Each on one end, they carry the couch together, the journey to the living room fairly short. Layla is more than able to hold her own, carrying her end with any trouble. When they set the couch down, Layla lets out a big sigh, dusting her hands off on her pants. “Thank you so much, Ethan. Honestly, I don’t know what I’d have done without you.”

“You’d have figured something out.” Ethan lied. That thing was fucking stuck.

“Pft, no, no. You’re a lifesaver! Not having a strapping young man around is the worst. Ever since Aaron moved out…” Layla sighs, shaking her head. “I’m thankful to have such a helpful neighbor.”

“You’re welcome.” Ethan shrugs, focusing a little too much on the ‘strapping young man’ bit.

“Ah. Where are my manners? Let me get you a glass of something cool. Water? Lemonade?”

“Ah, water.” Ethan is thirsty. Getting nearly crushed by massive tits tends to make the throat dry.

Layla slips away for a moment, returning quickly with a tall glass filled with water and ice cubes.

Inspecting the glass, Ethan smirks. “The cubes are a bit much.” He starts taking a sip, which quickly turns into a guzzle.

“**** of habit,” Layla shrugs. “Spoiled Aaron by never letting his drink go warm. Oh my…”

Ethan ended up chugging the water, leaving only the cubes behind. Rattling the glass and the cubes, he chuckles. “Bit much.”

Taking back the glass, Layla smiles. “Anything else I can get for you? Least I can do for borrowing those muscles of yours.”

“No, I’m…” Ethan pauses. Between the water and the coffee earlier, there is something. “Can I use your bathroom, real quick?”

“Oh, of course.” She points up down the hall. “ The powder room is-”

“The left?” Ethan asks, having used it before at some point.

“Oh, no, no.” Layla frowns. “The toilet isn’t flushing right, I’ve got a plumber coming to fix it. But the upstairs…” she turns at points.

“Ah, thank you.” Ethan nods, walking past her and moving towards heading to the washroom.

Closing the door to the bathroom, Ethan moves to the toilet and unzips. “Fuck…”

He’s hard. REALLY hard.

Turns out nearly getting crushed by massive tits also does this. A naughty part of his brain thinks a quick wack would fix the issue. But reason wins out. He’ll wait.

{if Heather Alt =true}But… Why waste it completely? He did owe Heather for last night, and while a dick pic was hardly a fair exchange for the nudes he got, the lighting in here was pretty good…{endif}{if Heather Affection =80}But… Why waste it completely? He did owe Heather for last night, and while a dick pic was hardly a fair exchange for the nudes he got, the lighting in here was pretty good…{endif}