She actually stomps her foot. “Stop saying ‘okay’ and then not doing it!”
“I’ll turn around when it’s time to head back to the car.”
She opens her mouth several times and then, thinking better of it, she squats.
“Shouldn’t you take off your jeans first?” I ask, trying to keep the smirk from my mouth.
She stands back up, tries to unbutton them, but fails, and I notice that her hands are shaking once more. Or maybe they never stopped shaking. She’s been stomping her foot and willfully annoying me, while being secretly terrified of me this whole time.
“Piper,” I start.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, she starts to cry. Great heaving sobs wrack her body as she hides her face in her hands.
“Cricket…”
The nickname only makes her cry harder.
“Please turn around,” she sobs.
I know I should. She’s begging me to, clearly humiliated and in a lot of emotional pain, and I should listen. I should show her that I respect her.
But it’s too hard to see her suffer like this, and have to hang back. Not hard.Impossible.
I breach the distance between us quickly, and fold my arms around her.
“Cricket,” I breathe again in her hair.
She’s not struggling against me. She’s not hugging me back either. She’s merely crying loudly into my neck, wetting it with her tears.
“Let me carry you back to the car,” I murmur.
“I really… really…”
“Yes?” I soothe, stroking her hair.
“I really have to pee!”
She blurts out the words and I can’t help but smile, even as my heart cripples at her pain.
“I’m going to help you.”
She doesn’t resist as I unbutton her jeans and slide them down to her ankles, doing the same to her panties. Then I hook my hand against her legs, pulling them forward and helping her into a squatting position.
“It’s so embarrassing…” she sobs.
“What is?”
“You seeing me like this. It’s so embarrassing.”
She’s pressing her head against my chest. I don’t know how to reassure her. Nothing about her could gross me out. I’ve seen her do a lot worse, with all the cameras I’ve planted around her dorm these past few years.
Somehow, though, I have a feeling that’s not quite the right thing to say right now.
“Please don’t be embarrassed,” I say, shushing her softly. “I want to take care of you. I’m in love with you.”
Those words have her sobbing even louder, which I wouldn’t have thought possible, but at the same time, I hear the leaves beneath us rustle, telling me that she’s peeing.
Maybe it’s weird to feel this way right now, as I hold her in a squatting position, keeping her jeans and panties away from the stream of pee. But I really wish I could fuck her against the tree I was just leaning against moments earlier.
