Miranda presses her genitalia all over Bob

Bob went flipping through old journals last night to see if there was any record of the last time that he entertained thoughts of Miranda. It took him a while, but he definitely found some stuff. I had told him the same things the last time: that even though she may be the most beautiful, intelligent, kind woman that he has ever met, that she is not worth getting all bent out of shape over. I wish he could just remember that.

One of the more interesting entries was one relating specifically to her beauty. In this entry, he recorded several instances that were burned into his memory. One was rather insignificant, and one was about seeing her for the first time as a woman (looking down her swimsuit at her exposed breasts). But there were two other instances that I thought were worthy of posting on this blog.

One time Bob was at a social event, and Miranda was there. She was wearing a yellow t-shirt with overalls. He’s not quite sure what it was, if it was the overalls pressing against her breasts or if she wasn’t wearing a bra, but from the side her breasts were very visible through her tight t-shirt. It was a perfect view, just reading the journal entry about it made Bob’s penis stand up.

The second instance was even more interesting. Miranda and Bob were at a social event, and the group they were with was taking a group picture. She asked Bob if she could sit on his shoulders for the pictures, and he responded with a “Heck yes,” because seriously, Bob is totally head over heals for that girl. I think that the time that she spent on his shoulders was the longest amount of time that Bob has been in such a close proximity to a girl (especially a girl as downright gorgeous as Miranda). He just loved feeling her legs wrapped around him! And, he couldn’t help but notice that his head and neck were right there between her legs. Her crotch was pressed tightly to the back of his head. Bob almost could feel her lower lips through her pants. Oh, was he having fun just standing there! And then at one point, she bent over, and her soft breasts were pressed against Bob’s head. Now if any of this had been taking place in a different position, Bob would probably have been having an ejaculation. But as it was, her breasts were only pressed against his head for only a few moments, and then he had to tell her to lean back as he could not support her weight in that position.

Well, after reviewing those instances recorded in Bob’s journal, I am left wondering if he even loved her one single bit, or if it was all just lust? Sure, he included phrases such as “I got to caring about her well-being, and I really care about that more than the lust factor.” Well Bob, I’m not so sure. I think I’m going to have to put the foot down on the over-the-top lusting.