Screw it, masturbate.

You can't hold yourself back anymore. You shove a hand into your boxers and pull out your boner. You stroke yourself slowly, thinking of that pretty face. Man, would you like to get in that. Not yet, though. You gotta keep her around for as long as possible.

Damn, you can't believe you're doing this. You're wanking yourself, thinking of all the possibilities. Thinking about what she looks like under that dress. She's probably so tight... Damn.

You pull yourself out of bed while you keep wanking. You need to get a good look at that girl, it's better that way. You can tell she's still sleeping. You put a hand on the edge of the top bunk and pull yourself up to get a closer look. She's there, with her eyes closed, her perfect face breathing slowly...

You hear a sudden cracking sound. Before you can figure out what's going on, the bedframe gives way. You just barely jump out of the way to the other side of the room, but Celina is still stuck on the bed as it falls.

When things seem to have stopped moving, you run over to the lightswitch, making sure to get your cock back into your pants on the way, and flick on the light.

Celine is on the floor, clutching her leg and holding back tears. She seems to be in a lot of pain. The bedframe itself has taken more damage, though. You hope you didn't pull it all down yourself. The wood split in two places, and screws came out in two others. It's collapsed partially on top of the bottom part of the bed, and the top matress has fallen out onto the floor.

You immediately stuble past the wreckage to Celina and ask her if she's okay...

"No..." she whimpers, holding her leg. Shit, you feel really bad now. You bend towards her, trying to conceal the boner that's still in your pants.

You push her arm out of the way and grab the top of her boot to check out the damage. You realise you don't want to offend her or, worse, hurt her more, though, so you take your hands off and ask... "May I...?"

"Yes..." she look about ready to start bawling.

You start to slide down the boot on her right leg, and she does let loose the tears. She lets you continue, though. After you take the boot off, there's the matter of the black-and-blue striped sock she's wearing. You really want to, too, temptation pulls you in a bit, and you'd love to see more skin. She lets you take that off, and you get a good look at the damage.

She's cut and bleeding in two spots just above her ankle, and she's got a large bruise on her shin. You feel terrible, again. It appears her leg had gotten caught somewhere in the framework of the bed while it was falling, and she had removed it after the crash. There doesn't appear to be any huge damage, but it does look like it hurts like hell, and she is leaking a lot of blood. You run off to the bathroom to grab a couple tissues and a first aid kit, while tears run down her face.

You come back with the supplies and she has quieted her crying. She seems to be able to deal with it now, which is good for both of you. You take the tissues and wipe most of the blood from her ankles, and then you use a clean one to apply pressure to the cuts as you've learned from television in the past. You turn your attention to the bruise on her shin... It should probably be massaged. You take the hand that is not giving pressure to the cuts and massage her leg. It feels nice. After a little while, you take out some bandages from the first aid kit and wrap up the base of her leg.

A minute later, she has completely ceased crying, and she says: "Thanks."

In the intensity of the moment, you had completely lost your desire to fuck her, and the tightness in your pants had completely gone away. It's not normal, but she's a special girl, and she doesn't deserve to be treated the way your fantasies wish. Since she feels better, you decide to put her back to bed...