This choice: Yes, but not the break he was quite hoping for • Go Back...Chapter #6From bottom to top by: Tisch   Jack lost track of time as he waited inside the crammed pocket of the sick student. He did his best to avoid the still gooey glob of snot that lined the tissue, thankfully succeeding all of his attempts. Having done so and dried himself off a little bit using the inside of the girl's pocket as a towel, Jack remained in a somewhat comfortable position latched against the side of the pocket. When the time came that the girl began shifting, Jack stuck to his position and his anticipation grew. The closed pocket soon opened as the girl got up from her seat, her thigh no longer creased in such a manner that it would be shut. He then saw that very same pocket being forced open by a pair of tan fingers, followed by the appearance of an entire hand. Jack looked at the tissue and realized that it was that that the girl was looking for. Presumably she was going to throw it away somewhere. The tiny guy thought quickly, deciding between staying put in the girl's pocket or hitching a ride to get out. On the one hand, staying in was conservative and would consequently leave him trapped a little while longer, but while hitching a ride would get him out of the pocket, it would most certainly offer the risk of being thrown away with the tissue. Jack thought that it was a risk willing to take.
Hopping on the snotty white fabric, the outside this time, Jack hung on for dear life as the girl's tan hand wrapped itself around him and the tissue. It was a little sweaty, likely from her being sick, and jolted Jack a little bit as it raised out of her pocket. As soon as Jack was out, he tried to jump down onto the outside of the girl's jeans, but was held down by her hand and thus kept raising higher. "Oh my god," Jack mumbled, thinking he had just made the wrong decision. He was suddenly thrust down and to the side of the girl, next to her right hip, as she walked away from her table. "Please, please, please notice me," Jack prayed. Out of the sliver of space that he could see from, Jack observed an available garbage can. Things were progressing in such a way that he was likely right about the girl's motivation. When they approached the bin, Jack prepared himself to be dropped. However, he was raised slightly into the air and a muddled gasp was heard.
"Is-is that *snrrk* a person?" the girl whispered. Jack's eyes bolted open in surprise. "Did she see me?" he asked. He was raised higher into the air and the hand was unfurled. Jack rolled back onto the tissue as it lay on her hand, the lukewarm and slightly bouncy fabric coated in snot under him. He shivered, then looked at the girl. Her glasses shone a bright flash for a second as she turned her head. Jack then saw her soft brown eyes and was able to observe her face in its entirety. Her mouth was slightly agape in awe, and though tired and sick, she was clearly shocked, but in a positive way. Jack didn't even have the opportunity to speak before the girl spoke up. "Oh my god, oh my god, it is! It's a little boy!" she quietly squealed. "Okay, my name's Emily. I really need to go back and get my things then we can go somewhere else. I don't know *snrrk* how you got in my pocket or tissue for that matter, but I apologize if I *snrrk* gave you any problems. I have a better idea on where to keep you." The freckled tan student then quickly peeled back her sweatshirt and underlying shirt before tossing Jack inside. "Whoa!" he called out, trying to grasp onto the neck of each shirt. He bounced off both collars and slid into the right cup of Emily's bra. He bounced off the bulk of her C-cup right breast then slid into her bra cup, just a little lower than her nipple. Having felt Jack reach his final resting point, Emily adjusted her bra to tightly bound it against her chest and shut her sweatshirt. She then walked back to her table to grab her things and leave her class.
After Emily collects her things, where does she go with Jack?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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