Every once in a while it pays to be a nice guy. Not often, but sometimes.
My sister asked me if I could do her a favor. A friend of hers was moving into her first apartment and she needed some help moving. Would I mind helping? Please? Well, for my little sister Iād do it. I just hoped her friend was cute.
Moving day arrived and I received my first surprise of the day. I was the moving crew. Me, my sister and her friend, Jasmine, who was all of five feet tall and weighed 100 pounds soaking wet. At least she was cute. Long black hair, naturally curly. A slim waist and pretty good sized tits for a little girl. A very pretty girl. But not much help in the moving department.
We spent most of the morning loading boxes into the truck Jasmine had rented. Fortunately she didnāt have that much to move. Outside of some china most of the stuff was pretty light. That is, until we got to the āpiece de resistanceā. The āfridge. We tried to move the refrigerator with me taking the heavy end and the girls taking the other end but it didnāt work. They just couldnāt carry it. I told them to relax and Iād take care of it.
I guess I should tell you something about myself before I continue. I am a fairly average looking guy, nothing special. At 5'8" Iām not tall. I am, however, pretty big. Not bodybuilder big but I have had people ask me if Iām a power lifter. I have a big chest, big shoulders, big arms the whole deal. And fortunately, in this case, Iām as strong as I look.
My sister in Jasmine looked puzzled when I started wrapping the refrigerator with nylon straps. My sister caught on first and told her friend to sit back and watch the show. I rigged the fridge, slipped my arms under the straps and picked it up on my back. When I started walking it out to the truck I saw Jasmine staring with her mouth open like she was watching Superman save the day.
On the other end we reversed the process and, again, I saved the refrigerator for last. It was a little harder this time as Jasmineās new digs were on the third floor. Luckily the house had wide stairwells. The girls helped guide me up the stairs and in a few minutes we were in.
After I put down the fridge my sister gave a little victory whoop and declared āThat deserves a beer!ā With that she took off to get some, leaving me and Jasmine alone. So there I was, all sweaty and unshaven with Jasmine in her sweat pants and belly shirt. She walked up to me and thanked me for helping her move. Her hand was caressing my shoulder. I put my arm around her waist and pulled her closer. We paused a moment, our lips mere inches apart. When I kissed her she melted into my arms.