was one sad bastard if he could take enjoyment from
her while her heart was breaking. It wasn’t the first tipsy woman
he’d had in his arms, yet somehow Belle was different. Go
figure.
Unlocking the
front door, he entered with Belle dragging her feet
reluctantly.
“See?” He
smiled down at her. “No one is home but you and me. Okay?”
She looked
around before finally looking back up at him and nodding slowly.
“Okay.”
“So let’s get
you upstairs.”
“And then,” she
said sadly, “You’ll leave me.”
“I’ll see you
safely to your room,” he promised.
“That’s what
they all say.”
Not quite
certain how to take that comment in her intoxicated state, he
proceeded to lead her upstairs with one arm around her waist and
her leaning against him. At least, he thought she was leaning
against him until he felt her lean away from him, nearly
toppling them both over.
Stopping on the
staircase, he readjusted his hold.
“Better if you
don’t,” she whispered.
“There’s no one
here,” he replied. “Speak up, honey.”
“Better if you
don’t,” she repeated a little louder.
“Better if I
don’t what?”
“Better if you
don’t have me leaning against you.”
“If I don’t,
you’ll fall arse over tit down the staircase.”
She giggled a
little, the sound making him smile, but then sadness crept back
into her eyes. “I’m too heavy.”
“Nonsense.”
“I am.” She
leaned back a little more, her heel slipping on the step.
It nearly sent
them both toppling backwards and he grabbed the banister just in
time.
“See?” she
said, waterworks threatening again.
“Belle, even if
you were as skinny as a rake, leaning backwards and slipping would
still send us both plummeting to certain injury. Now lean against
me.”
She shook her
head and tried to walk upstairs by herself.
If he hadn’t
been right behind her, her bottom snugged into his groin as she
swayed and almost toppled backwards, she certainly would have gone
arse over tit down the staircase.
“See?” Manfully
ignoring the much-too-delicious sensation of those soft, rounded
buttocks snugging his groin, Marty placed one arm around her waist
and gripping the banister with his other hand he marched up the
stairs with her before him, nudging her along so that she was
forced to stagger up the staircase with him pressed hard up against
her back.
Once at the top
he didn’t slow down but kept nudging her along to the door of the
guestroom she was using. Right before they entered the doorway, the
two kittens burst out of the room with a generous sized pair of
purple silk panties in their wake. They disappeared down the
staircase with the silk panties flowing behind them like a
miniature parachute.
Belle burst
into tears.
Jesus. Luckily,
Marty managed to bite back his burst of laughter at the sight of
the mischievous kittens and the hapless panties. Instead, he rubbed
her back comfortingly with one hand while crowding her through the
doorway and into the bedroom.
When he flicked
the light on, it was to see Mister surveying them with a grumpy
face before jumping off the bed and stalking from the room.
“There now.”
Marty stopped in the bedroom and moved to stand in front of her.
“Home safe and unseen.”
“Luckily for
you.” She sobbed.
“Huh?”
“No one will
have to see you with me.”
“Honey, they’ve
already seen you with me.”
“And now you
got me home fast and out of the way.”
His eyebrows
shot up. “You were - are - drunk.”
“And fat .”
“That didn’t
actually enter the equation.”
“I’m fat. No one wants to be seen with me!” A big tear overflowed
her eye to slip down her cheek.
“That’s not
true.” He wiped the tear away with his thumb when it trembled on
the tip of her stubborn little chin.
“No man in my
home town wants me,” she continued. “I’m thirty and single and fat .”
“Stop calling
yourself fat. You’re n-”
“The only
decent men are already married,
her while her heart was breaking. It wasn’t the first tipsy woman
he’d had in his arms, yet somehow Belle was different. Go
figure.
Unlocking the
front door, he entered with Belle dragging her feet
reluctantly.
“See?” He
smiled down at her. “No one is home but you and me. Okay?”
She looked
around before finally looking back up at him and nodding slowly.
“Okay.”
“So let’s get
you upstairs.”
“And then,” she
said sadly, “You’ll leave me.”
“I’ll see you
safely to your room,” he promised.
“That’s what
they all say.”
Not quite
certain how to take that comment in her intoxicated state, he
proceeded to lead her upstairs with one arm around her waist and
her leaning against him. At least, he thought she was leaning
against him until he felt her lean away from him, nearly
toppling them both over.
Stopping on the
staircase, he readjusted his hold.
“Better if you
don’t,” she whispered.
“There’s no one
here,” he replied. “Speak up, honey.”
“Better if you
don’t,” she repeated a little louder.
“Better if I
don’t what?”
“Better if you
don’t have me leaning against you.”
“If I don’t,
you’ll fall arse over tit down the staircase.”
She giggled a
little, the sound making him smile, but then sadness crept back
into her eyes. “I’m too heavy.”
“Nonsense.”
“I am.” She
leaned back a little more, her heel slipping on the step.
It nearly sent
them both toppling backwards and he grabbed the banister just in
time.
“See?” she
said, waterworks threatening again.
“Belle, even if
you were as skinny as a rake, leaning backwards and slipping would
still send us both plummeting to certain injury. Now lean against
me.”
She shook her
head and tried to walk upstairs by herself.
If he hadn’t
been right behind her, her bottom snugged into his groin as she
swayed and almost toppled backwards, she certainly would have gone
arse over tit down the staircase.
“See?” Manfully
ignoring the much-too-delicious sensation of those soft, rounded
buttocks snugging his groin, Marty placed one arm around her waist
and gripping the banister with his other hand he marched up the
stairs with her before him, nudging her along so that she was
forced to stagger up the staircase with him pressed hard up against
her back.
Once at the top
he didn’t slow down but kept nudging her along to the door of the
guestroom she was using. Right before they entered the doorway, the
two kittens burst out of the room with a generous sized pair of
purple silk panties in their wake. They disappeared down the
staircase with the silk panties flowing behind them like a
miniature parachute.
Belle burst
into tears.
Jesus. Luckily,
Marty managed to bite back his burst of laughter at the sight of
the mischievous kittens and the hapless panties. Instead, he rubbed
her back comfortingly with one hand while crowding her through the
doorway and into the bedroom.
When he flicked
the light on, it was to see Mister surveying them with a grumpy
face before jumping off the bed and stalking from the room.
“There now.”
Marty stopped in the bedroom and moved to stand in front of her.
“Home safe and unseen.”
“Luckily for
you.” She sobbed.
“Huh?”
“No one will
have to see you with me.”
“Honey, they’ve
already seen you with me.”
“And now you
got me home fast and out of the way.”
His eyebrows
shot up. “You were - are - drunk.”
“And fat .”
“That didn’t
actually enter the equation.”
“I’m fat. No one wants to be seen with me!” A big tear overflowed
her eye to slip down her cheek.
“That’s not
true.” He wiped the tear away with his thumb when it trembled on
the tip of her stubborn little chin.
“No man in my
home town wants me,” she continued. “I’m thirty and single and fat .”
“Stop calling
yourself fat. You’re n-”
“The only
decent men are already married,
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