This choice: After a while Jordana arrives home | Go Back Chapter 4: After a while Jordana arrives home (ID #656070) an addition by: john vardeuo ![View dudemanzadda's Portfolio. [Offline / Private]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-2.gif) More by this author After about twenty minutes you hear the door handle move and Jordana comes walking in. She is wearing those tight blue jeans that you were hoping she would wear. As well as a tight tank top and black sandals. Sarah doesn't even act like anything is going on. She is still sitting on your chest, facing away from you with her legs folded back so her legs are all over your face. Within seconds you see Jordana's face over you and you call to her for help. She looks very unhappy and yells "SARAH!! How could you!!" To which Sarah quickly turned around, still sitting on you but now she had her knees facing your head and you could notice her zipper and button. As well as her belly button that was visible from her shirt. You feel relief because your whole situation is about to be resolved. Again Jordana says "SARAH!! You were supposed to wait for me!!" "We need to have a serious discussion about this." "Move over." With that Sarah moves down to your crotch area and sits on it unhappily, you are happy that you can breathe again but now you feel your hips being crushed because she is still covering half of you. But the unexpected thing is that Jordana is now standing, straddling your face. You see herself lowering down until she has her bottom about an inch away from your face. She stops herself before she actually sits and says to you "you don't mind do you?" " We need to have a private conversation." Before you can say anything she sits entirely on your face and she wraps her legs around your head to block out the sound. Now you are in darkness, silence and the only thing you can feel is the two beautiful girls crushing you under them. You can smell Jordana's flowery purfume, or lotion or soap. You can't really tell because her jeans are pressing into your face. Where will this story go next? Your choices are below...
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