I couldn't process anything, as the pain I felt was overwhelming.
"Ouch," I yelp out in pain as I stumble to the floor.
Did she just kick me in the balls?
"Ouch, fuck!!" I let out a scream as I feel another weight fall on me, followed by a scream.
Yep! That was Miss Feisty. Totally forgot about her for a second. I'm sure I let go of her due to the sudden pain I felt in my member.
Impulsively, I held her as soon as she fell on me so she wouldn't roll off me and hit the ground as I did.
"Wait. What was that…?" I asked myself as I squeezed whatever it was I just touched while trying to hold her.
I don't know what I'm touching—oh, I mean squeezing—but whatever it was felt so good to touch.
But then all those thoughts cleared the moment a hand landed on my cheeks.
Was I slapped again…? Yep! Just in case you were wondering.
If someone had told me I'd receive two slaps in less than five minutes today, I'd have thought it was the biggest joke of the year.
But here I was getting slapped by some stranger.
I am so pissed right now. But before I could even react, Miss Feisty here started screaming.
"Why would you touch my butt?!!!" She asked angrily.
"And you didn't just touch it; you had to squeeze it as well?"
Damn, she looked like she could kill a prey right now.
And from the look of things, I was that prey.
I have to salvage this matter before she tags me as a pervert.
"Heyyy! "Hold on, hold on," I say as I lift my hands to surrender.
She quiets down, giving me an angry look as she takes in deep breaths.
Thank goodness she's listening to me.
"First of all, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to touch you that way. Neither did I mean to squeeze your butt either." I say
"Then why were your hands there?" She screamed while asking.
"Calm down. I was just trying to hold you down from falling and hitting the ground. I didn't know I'd touch there," I say sincerely. Gosh, I'm so embarrassed.
Could this day get any worse?
"But you squeezed it. How do you explain that?" She asked rather calmly, which was surprising.
Erm… I'm wondering why she's still sitting on top of me, though. Any normal being after an awkward moment like this would have kept a bit of a distance.
But here she was, still sitting on top of me with her hands on my chest as if to pin me down. Do I owe her or something?
"I shouldn't have done it but I didn't know what it was I was squeezing, trust me. It felt weird, so I wanted to find out what it was I was touching." I say honestly, hoping she'll believe me.
"What the heck? Did you just call my ass weird? Are you by any chance gay or something? You're the first person to ever say this rubbish. Bro, I feel insulted." She went on saying a whole lot of nothing.
I really think this lady is nuts, because all she's saying is not even the point I was trying to make her see. And who's she referring to as bro? Better not be me because the last thing I want is to be related to a mad woman.
And the fuck? I look manly enough. Why would she just think I might be gay out of the blue?
Maybe I might just go insane like she already has, because she's driving me to the edge.
"Erm… Can we not talk about asses and get straight on to the main issue at hand?" I ask.
"Yep! Definitely gay." Was her response.
"No, I'm not! And you better take that back." I protest in annoyance.
"What if I don't? What are you going to do about it?" She said as she wiggled her brows at me while trying to shift on top of me to a more comfortable position.
Is this girl trying to get me into some kind of trouble or what?
Of all places, why would she decide to shift and get comfortable on my pelvic area?
"Fuck!" I mumbled to myself.
"Are you guys okay down there?" Her friend finally decided to ask.
For a moment I thought she was mute.
She's been watching her friend act like a crazy woman this whole time, and she didn't even utter a single word.
"Yes, Ela, don't worry, I'm good. Can you believe this asshole is gay?" She tells her friend as she looks back at her.
I facepalm myself as I'm devastated.
I'm freaking not gay. What part of that doesn't she get?
"Hey, look at me. I'm not gay. Okay?" I say as I grab her arms, turning her towards me.
"Mmm… if you say so," she says as she tries to get out of my hold.
This causes her to move a little bit backwards. And before I know it, Miss Feisty's ass is on my member.
I hope I don't get a hard-on. It's difficult to control myself in such a position.
"Well, how about we resolve my damaged electronics? How are you going to replace them?" I asked.
"But it was an accident. I didn't mean to," she whines, as she starts to get angry again.
"Well, it still doesn't change the fact that my phone and MacBook are gone. So what are you going to do about them now?" I inquired.
"Erm…" She starts but hesitates for reasons best known to her.
"Erm, what?" I go on to ask impatiently.
Without giving me a reply, she decides to get up.
Wait, is she trying to leave? She must be insane if she thinks I'll just let her get away with what happened.
Just as she stood up and tried to walk towards her friend's direction, I reached out and held her hand to stop her.
But then she misses a footing and falls right on top of me again.
But then the unexpected happens: our lips accidentally touch!!