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The Backpack | blackhand | 5

 

The girl's eye widened in shock and fear as you said that, her mouth hanging open in guilty shock. Her eyes shift back and forth looking through the gymnasium in case anyone watching her. You can comprehend this reaction, embarrassment about such things not exactly being an entirely unnatural reaction. Her cheeks have by this point also started changing from their natural pale color to something a little more red.

“I....I don't-” She begins to stammer, pushing your finger away from her lips. Her voice is shaky and gives a small crack as she tries to speak clearly not very confident in her statement, even before she interrupted by you once more.

“I don't believe that for a second,” you say confidently, not easing up the pressure on the nervous girl “And I doubt you mean that either.” Your eyes scan down her body, looking at her very well formed outline through her tight fitting fitness shirt, and running shorts, that show off most of her smooth leg. She was indeed as pretty up close as she was from far away, especially with that nervous look on her face. Your height isn't helping her situation either. It forces the short girl to look up towards you while she speaks, only making this conversation harder on her.

For a moment she softly bit her lip, indecision etched on her face like jam on bread. All the while you stand in front of her confidently, waiting for her reply. For a second she opens her mouth trying to speak, before closing it again. Then she softly grips at your wrist and tugs you away, out of the main rec room. She keeps pulling you along, farther away from the other people and her back until she has taken you all the way towards a well hidden alley behind the fitness center. All the while, your eyes softly watch her surprisingly luscious rump bound up and down as she strides. Finally once away from prying eyes and ears, she says what she wanted to say all along.

“Feet.....” She says in a shy whimperlike like whisper, her blush growing ever deeper by the milisecond. “whenever I work out...I Just can;t stop thinking about them...Their just..on my mind.” She says, her eyes lowering to the ground shyly.

 

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