This choice: Sarah remains oblivious to Jack's presence and goes to bed • Go Back...Chapter #6His last sleep by: Tisch   Another hour passed before Jack woke up again. He was disappointed, but not surprised, to find himself in no different of a situation than he was before. Fortunately, part of his upper body, including his head, right shoulder, and part of his left shoulder, were free from Sarah's bear hug and sticking out in the small space between the front of her shirt and her chest. Jack made a feeble attempt to move, only to be stifled with fatigue and limp feeling. "Oh my god..." Jack groaned, "this cannot still be happening."
Meanwhile, Sarah was enjoying dinner alongside her roommate in the living room. Both were equally distracted by their food and the movie playing on their TV. Idle chit chat went on every so often before intermissions of eating and focusing on the movie would ensue. Every so often, Sarah's roommate would shift around on the couch, prompting Sarah to do the same. When this happened, Jack would be squeezed mildly, which, though not as bad as he experienced earlier, wasn't particularly pleasing. He tried to use these movements to his advantage and finally make Sarah feel him, and he almost accomplished this. During an especially bland part of the movie, Sarah turned away from the TV and her roommate as she thought she saw something out of the corner of her eye. Jack hadn't realized that he performed his maneuver at the most opportune time, but when he felt the girl move and give him the most legroom he'd had all day, Jack went for it. He writhed his body around, as if he was playing Twister, frequently, finally registering to Sarah that something tingled in her shirt. She turned back straight, pinning Jack back into neutral between her boobs, and paused to see if she felt it again. Sarah was about to open her shirt to check what it was, but her roommate intervened.
"Hey, rent's coming up soon, isn't it?" the girl asked. Sarah crossed her arms, utterly burying Jack in her impressive bust. "Yeah, I suppose it is. Got your half ready?" The two continued to talk about the rent, ignoring their food and pausing the movie. Jack, on the other hand, was nowhere near as comfortable as the two girls were. The pressure was the greatest it had been all day, allowing no room for movement or to signify his presence. Jack wondered to himself how it was that Sarah couldn't feel him considering there was a lot of real estate that was covering him, but he came to the realization that it was the conversation with her friend that was the problem. Because he could do nothing about that, time was Jack's only friend. Ironically, it was his biggest enemy as well.
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Two more hours passed with the girls spending it in the living room, either conversing or watching TV. Jack had passed out a little while after the beginning of the discussion on rent and only woke up with minutes remaining in the movie. He was astonished that he woke up at all considering the air was beginning to get a little thick and beads of sweat were beginning to form and trickle down Sarah's boobs. Considering his environment was going from atrociously bad to worst possible scenario, Jack put his all into one final attempt at getting Sarah's attention. He sprung into action just two minutes too soon, two minutes before the movie ended, and Sarah was too distracted with the final little bit of visual story left to notice the tickle generating between her boobs.
When his squirming against the cushioned peach bags failed, Jack resigned to his fate. There was nothing he could do and no hope that Sarah would find him on her own. Jack relaxed his body. When the movie ended, Sarah squished her bosom as she prepared to get off the couch.
*SMOOSH*
The last of Jack's remaining living consciousness drained out of him. As he faded, Jack felt Sarah walking. She was going to her room to crawl into bed for the night. He would never know that she had gone to bed, probably for the best. Had he been awake when Sarah went to sleep, Jack would have been competing with a tossing and turning giant, with boob sandwiches being handed to him every ten to fifteen minutes. When the giant student awoke in the morning, she groggily went into the shower and cleansed herself. Jack would finally be rid of his seemingly permanent setting and washed down the drain along with the rest of Sarah's bodily discontents.
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