A stumbling block

Oh no. Please no. GET UP!

A base instinct pulls you up as you scramble to get over Jemima and get to the door.

“What are you-?” is all Jemima can get out as she sits up only to take an ass to the face in your rush.

You stumble and eventually make it to the door. The door knob is slippery to your hands.

“Wait! It’s alright!” in your continued struggle with basic motor skills Jemima has got up from the bed.

Finally you pull the door open and as you are about to disappear into the halls, and hopefully forever, Jemima booms behind you.

“STOP!” the door slams shut, torn from your grip, and you hear an almost deafening click from the lock.

You turn to her. She stands half way between you and the door, arm outstretched towards you, seemingly as shocked as you are. As always the more collected of the two of you speaks up.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” She returns to her soothing cadence, “I’m sorry I scared you.”

“I’m not- It’s- Door?” You stammer wide eyed

“I’m not exactly sure. But don’t worry about it for now.” She’s made her way over to you, “It’s okay.”

You try to form words and finally manage a quiet “sorry…”

“For what exactly?” She gives you a kind smile as she takes you hand in hers.

“For not telling you? For running? For…”

She pulls you gently into another hug and leads you back towards the bed. As you sit she rubs your back.

“I fail to see what you needed to tell me. Do you know the nature of my genitals?”

“No.” you blush as you think about the subject. A small part of your mind, amongst the angst, hoping to find out.

“We’ll see about rectifying that later. But what exactly did you need to tell me?”

“Uh, it’s just… You aren’t mad?”

“Do I seem mad to you?” The scratching resumes as she consoles you.

“No. After today I don’t really feel… I don’t know. It’s all so damn hard…”

“What is, dear?”

“Everything? I don’t know what I’m doing or whatIamorwhatIneedtodoaboutanything!” The words meld together as a damn of uncertainty within you bursts. Tears coming to your eyes.

“No one does. I certainly don’t. It’s all about taking it one thing at a time.” She kisses you on the forehead and tilts your chin up to look you in the eyes, “Right now there is a miserable girl who could use a release. If you are up for it, I can help you.”

You don’t know what to do. The petting returned you to that feeling of bliss and relaxation and the kind words and steamy look have you feeling needy and, for maybe the first time in your life, wanted?

You do the only thing you can do and whine out simply,

“Please..”