Your eyes wandered around the room for a while before finally falling on your fiancée. Her expression was that of sympathy and kindness, and her soft smile melted your heart. You hadn’t considered every confronting your irrational fear of the beach, but now that you had, you felt a million times better knowing Cassie would fully support you. Now, you were honestly kind of looking forward to a beachside excursion with her.
Catching the building sensual tension in the room, Kimberly politely excused herself, standing up and moving out towards the kitchen. Maddie followed suit, taking a second to stretch before running outside, no doubt for some sort of physical activity. Sophie was last, flashing her trademark irresistible smile to you and her sister before scrambling upstairs to her room. Finally, it was just you and Cassie.
Grinning, she scooped you up off the coffee table and sank back into the comfortable plush recliner chair she was in. She hugged you tightly to her chest, pressing your head into her boobs. With her spare hand she turned on the TV, changing the channel to one of your favorite shows, a sci-fi thriller. She also noted that one of her mom’s favorite movies was on after the hour-long episode of your show.
“Hey, babe, it’s that show you like.” Cassie stated, fighting back a smug smile. “Wanna watch the episode?”
You cried back to her in feigned annoyance, though your voice only came out as a garbled muffle. With your face firmly pressed into your fiancée’s killer boobs, you couldn’t manage a single coherent word. This was only further compounded as Cassie began to laugh, her breasts jiggling as she giggled, soft skin wobbling against your head.
Finally, she released you from her sensual, entrapping hug, and set you down on her lap. Her lusciously smooth things provided the perfect bed for you to spread out your arms and lay back. Your head rested on Cassie’s crotch, and even covered up by panties and jean shorts, it was a wonder you could manage to keep your composure in a fairly intimate position like this.
In this comfortable position, you and your fiancée spent the next forty minutes watching the show. Of course, your attention was only half on the alien-fueled drama before you. Part of your mind was distracted by the gentle, soothing body heat emanating from Cassie’s thighs all around you. Cassie herself also kept gently stroking your head or lightly squeezing her thighs around you. Eventually, you flicked your eyes up, and caught Cassie’s loving gaze.
“Sometimes I forget you’re the world’s sexiest stuffed animal, basically.” Cassie joked with affection. “Maybe I should sleep with you hugged up tight more often.”
You shot her a coy look. “With you honey, anything. Besides you though, I had my fill with the stuffed animal treatment back in college with your old dormmate, Marianne.”
Cassie’s face flushed. “Oh my god, Marianne! I almost completely forgot about that time she…” Cassie trailed off into a laugh, and you couldn’t help but share in her enthusiasm at recalling the memory, even though it’d been significantly more humiliating and embarrassing than funny at the time.
Marianne, Cassie’s dormmate during her college years, had stumbled into their room late one night, totally plastered. You’d been studying for a test with Cassie, who had been in the bathroom, leaving you alone on her bed. Mind fuzzy and vision blurry, Marianne hadn’t even spoken to you before she had stripped naked in front of you, snatched you up off of Cassie’s bed, and plunged your head and shoulders into her bare chest in a tight, sweaty embrace.
You’d glumly realized that Marianne (being hammered out of her mind) had confused you for a little stuffed doll she slept with every night. As such, you’d found yourself pinned in a simultaneously arousing and painful drunken hug, unable to pull yourself free before Marianne collapsed into her bed and promptly fell asleep. To make matters worse, Cassie had returned from the bathroom, saw you missing, and simply assumed you’d left for the night. She’d gone to sleep in her own bed, none the wiser to your predicament just a few feet beside her with Marianne.
Cassie wiped a joyous tear of laughter from her eye and composed herself. “Hey, at least I got you back the next morning!” She protested, hands on her hips. You scoffed in mock indignation.
“Got me back? Barely! I was nothing but a mangled sticker on Marianne’s stomach by the next morning, and you only spotted me because she wore a midriff baring top. Goodness knows she was too hungover to notice me.”
Your fiancée adopted an expression of faux anger. “Uh huh. So what do you wanna do about it, little guy?”
You flashed her confident grin. “THIS!” You cried, then you punched her thigh. Of course, your tiny fists did nothing but lightly tickle her. In fact, your hand nearly sunk a bit into her soft flesh, practically doing more harm to you than her.
Cassie gasped in mock surprise, and then grinned mischievously. “Alright Jake, you win. I can’t top that little thigh tickle. Unless, of course, I just…”
At that moment, without warning, Cassie stood up from the recliner and spread her thighs simultaneously. With a short, startled cry you fell right through the gap in her thighs and back down on the recliner’s seat below. You were momentarily stunned, but even more so by the sight of your fiancée now towering above you, and her perfectly shaped, jean shorts clad ass hovering over your body.
“…did…THIS?” Cassie exclaimed, excitement clearly heard in her voice. With enthusiastic energy she slammed back down into the seat, and you were pulverized in the blink of an eye. Flattening out, your foot-tall body was reduced to paper beneath Cassie’s shapely derriere, all of her weight more than enough to reduce you to the size and shape of a pancake under her booty.
And yet, this was a sensation that you wholeheartedly welcomed. Sure, being crushed was always a little painful, but when it was Cassie, you cherished those sexually intimate moments with her. You knew Cassie had a bit of a fondness for enjoying your body’s unique qualities, and with her careful guidance and respect for your safety, you couldn’t say no. As such, moments like this were common and thrilling.
Cassie stayed put on top of you for a minute, glancing over her back to try to see any part of you, but you were fully hidden under her ass. Smirking confidently, she waved to an imaginary audience. “And there you have it folks, Cassie Smalls wins again! Looks like Jake Bigg just can’t handle this butt!”
Though muffled under her cheeks, you could just barely pick up on your fiancée’s comical boasting, and you mentally rolled your eyes. She could get exceptionally theatrical from time to time, especially when it came to her little wrestling matches with you. You loved every little thing about her, even if she was sometimes a bit of a dork.
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