Zack carries Hannah out the door

Zack locked his arms under Hannah's butt, holding her on his erection, and carried her across the floor to the bedroom door.

"Hold on tight," he said. He braced Hannah up with one hand and fumbled the door open.

"Wait, Zack, where are we going?" Hannah asked.

"My room?" he said. He carried Hannah out the door and into the hall.

Hannah looked at him, frowning in disbelief. "You're crazy, kid," she said. But a laugh bubbled up from inside her and she broke out into a grin. "Okay, okay," she said. "Just don't drop me."

Zack could hardly believe it himself. He was carrying around a beautiful blonde college girl, her body tight against his and hot around his cock. His first real crush, Hannah Woodsen, who had reached out to him today with lust, and touched him with sweet kindness.

Zack's arms ached. They shouldn't go far. His shared bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, and the living room were within reach.