Chapter #5Work hard, play harder by: Tisch   In an instant, light flooded back onto Jack as Grace opened her shirt. He looked up and saw the grinning pale face of the goth, accentuated by her dark lips, followed soon by her white hand plunging in to get him. With little caution, Grace roughly picked Jack up and whizzed him out of her shirt, quickly setting him down on her skirt. Dizzy, Jack took a second to regain his bearings before feeling himself moving slowly on Grace's lap. Confused about what was happening, Jack called out to the girl. "Grace, what are you doing?" Jack spoke wobbly, trying to regain his balance. "Oh, nothing. Just thought you and I could have a little fun before I have to go to my next class," Grace smirked. Jack then felt himself fall backwards and off of the black skirt before being hastily caught and pinned by Grace's milky thighs. "Oof!" Jack cried. The force of Grace's thighs collapsing in on him knocked the wind out of Jack. This was the least of his troubles, though, as the giant began rubbing her thighs. Jack squished and rolled, indenting against the soft and spongy flesh he lay between. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, if he was honest, Grace was being gentle enough that him being rolled around between her thighs was quite nice. The goth picked up on this fact that Jack was somewhat enjoying himself and teased him. "Oh, so you're a thigh guy? I'll keep that in mind for later," Grace grinned. "I have a lot more in store for you than just this, but this is the easiest thing to do right now. Besides, I'm having a good time myself." Jack wanted to reply to Grace and retort her teasing, but he couldn't say much with his head being frequently pinned under then out of Grace's legs.
After a good five-ish minutes of nothing other than thigh play, Grace finally ceased her rolling and Jack slid down her inner leg onto the bench that she was sitting on. He managed to push his body up, despite feeling like jelly, and turned to find a most flustering view: Grace's panties. Hidden underneath her skirt, Grace hadn't seen Jack take a peek and he had turned around by the time she found him. "That could have been a disaster," Jack thought to himself as he was plucked up. Unfortunately, his blushing gave him away and Grace knew exactly what had happened. She laughed and poked him, causing Jack to fall flat on her palm. "I see we have a little Peeping Tom," Grace giggled. "I don't mind, don't worry. If you're up for it, we can always return to that kind of game later..." Jack blushed even harder as he saw Grace bite her lip. "Uh, n-no! That's f-fine, I won't have the time!" he stuttered. The giant goth laughed again. "What do you mean you won't have the time? You have all the time in the world being here with me. I mean, I do have one more class to go, but after that, it's only you and me," she cooed. Jack was afraid that this girl might be becoming a bit too infatuated with him. He liked her, surprisingly a lot, but something gave him a bad feeling that she might be possessive. Not wanting to give away his concerns, Jack played along with what Grace was telling him. "You-you're right, we do have a lot of time," he began, "but when do you have your next class?"
"Oh, it starts in fifteen. We better get going," Grace stated as she looked at her phone. Putting her phone away, she returned her gaze to Jack and the same mischievous but warm smile greeted him. "Even though we didn't get to do much just now, that was still a lot of fun," the goth spoke, "I'm excited to bring you back to my dorm." Jack gulped but kept a smile on his face. "Sure, sure. Anyways, let's go." Grace nodded in agreement and instead of putting Jack back in her shirt, she pulled back her knee-high socks, tucking Jack inside before slapping it back against her leg. "Hang on there, Jackie, it might be a bit rough," Grace winked. Jack hung onto the top edge of her sock as if his life depended on it, and Grace went on her way to her next class.
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