Jamie was like most men and could be talked into almost anything by a pretty girl. That was never more evident than now—sitting in a small plane, looking at Molly with her beautiful, bushy brown hair sticking out under her helmet, blown in the fierce draft of the open door. Her smiling features looked excited, not frightened, and her incredible body looked ready to go, as always. In a few moments, she would jump out of this, perfectly functioning, plane, and he would follow her. Other than Molly being the most desirable creature he knew... Jamie had no idea why he was doing this.
He watched as she grinned at him from the doorway and, on the count of their instructor, threw herself out. He wanted to watch her fall, but he was next up and he had to shuffle into position while the instructor watched her initial descent.
The military-style of their training kicked in as he prepared for the unnatural action of abandoning the safety of the plane for the delicate canopy that would carry him safely to the ground. He knew exactly how to hold onto the doorway and, and what to expect as the instructor checked that he was in position and that his static line release was securely attached.
So far that day they had learned to hit the ground correctly, how to control the parachute as it descended, what to do in an emergency and how to exit the plane safely—all that was left was to test what they'd learned. When the instructor decreed them ready for their first jump, they were fitted out with overalls, safety helmets and parachutes. The Instructor joked with Jamie that he should position the parachute's inner thigh straps tightly and carefully, lest he trap a testicle when the canopy opened. It seemed funny at the time.
Jamie watched the instructor's eyes as he counted down to his push-off. There was no panic, the drill had been carefully explained and rehearsed to the point that his actions were pre-programmed. When he was instructed to "go" he pushed off hard, spread his arms and legs, and felt the rush of the air as he fell mind-numbingly free for the first fifty yards or so.
As soon as he was out of the door he began his count. "Thousand one, thousand two..." After four seconds he had to check that the parachute had opened correctly. "Thousand three, thousand..."
The canopy opened, it arrested his fall abruptly... and allowed the leg strap to pinch his right testicle like it was in a vise.
2,500 feet above ground, Jamie screamed.
****
"Man, that was awesome!" Molly rushed up to hug him as he limped painfully back to the drop zone with his bundled parachute in his arms. She'd landed several minutes before him and had already got rid of her chute and helmet.
"It was cool." Jamie agreed with slightly less enthusiasm. His groin ached like never before. It had taken a large part of the descent to work his trapped ball out of the strap, and by the time he managed it there was very little of the fall left to enjoy.
Molly noticed his limp. "Did you hurt yourself?"
Not sure what he should admit to, Jamie opted for, "Let's just say the instructor was right about those leg straps. That hurt."
"Really!" Molly's smile was playful and she threw her arm around him in consolation. "I'm sorry Jamie. I hope you still enjoyed the jump... and that you can still have children."
Despite his injury, he felt her arm around him and knew that the day had been worth the effort. Anything for a beautiful girl.
****
They stopped for a casual dinner on the way home. Jamie was driving as Molly's car was in the shop all weekend. He'd picked her up from the local train station that morning, happy to do anything for her, and happy to have her next to him.
"You feeling any better?" It was still a challenge for her to mention his injury with a straight face, so she hid her smirk behind the napkin she dabbed her mouth with.
Jamie nodded, despite the pain, he could see the funny side, and it was hard to feel bad about anything when he was this close to Molly. His ball was throbbing and causing him to frequently adjust his seating position, but a least he was able to move without the shooting pain he'd suffered earlier.
Jamie and Molly had developed a strong friendship at work when thrown together in a small project. The lunches together they enjoyed while on the project continued after they returned to their normal roles, and Jamie continued to lust after the effervescent and gorgeous Molly as their platonic friendship developed. Her hair was the feature everyone noticed first, light brown, bushy and framing her young features perfectly. Her every-ready smile would hold any male's attention, right up until they noticed the more-than-ample chest that seemed to always have some of its cleavage showing.
It was at one of their lunch "dates" that Molly hatched the idea of the parachute jump. She'd always wanted to do one, and encouraged him to come along with her. It wasn't something he was desperate to experience, but Jamie agreed to do the jump with her, and spent the next few weeks wondering what he'd done.
"We can go back sometime and do another jump, if you'd like." Her face was all sympathy now. "I'm sure you'd enjoy it more without the..."
"It's fine Molly." Jamie wanted off the subject of his testicles. "I had a great time, and it was a huge thrill." And then there was that feeling that he'd do anything she wanted... "But I'm happy to tag along if you want to do another jump."
"Cool." Molly smiled, and the world was good, even with a bruised testicle.
****
When they got to the train station it was closed because weekend maintenance of the line . There was a large sign showing details of day's reduced schedule, and they'd missed the last train by more than an hour.
"Damn." Molly cursed as the situation sunk in. "I saw the sign this morning, but forgot all about it. I should've remembered and skipped dinner to get here on time."
"I'll drive you home if you like." Jamie offered, despite the unwelcome prospect of a 40-minute each way drive when his home, and comfort for his balls, was only a mile away.
"No." Molly was firm. "It's too far. I'll..." Her voice and face lacked an alternative.
"I can't just leave you here." he protested.
"Well..." Molly hesitated and Jamie thought he caught the tiniest hint of mischief in her eye. "I guess I could crash on your sofa, if you don't mind. I can get a train in the morning."
Jamie's mind ran wild with possibilities, despite knowing the reality of their being "friends" meant that they were unlikely to come true. "Sure." he answered off-handedly while his heart beat a little faster. "If that's what you'd prefer. I do have a spare bed, so you won't have to use the sofa."
