#7 of 100
"You aren't fooling anyone with this little act," Elizabeth tells Cindy, wobbling back and forth to keep her balance on her, "I clearly remember you letting Ariel do this a couple weeks ago, and I know she does this to you all the time," referring to Christie, "so why are you trying so hard to get me off?"
"Because I have to pee," Cindy pleads with a grip on her friends ankles to get her feet to stop moving.
"Why didn't you just say so then," Elizabeth says with a sly grin and a quick, firm hop on the stomach before stepping off.
Cindy huffs in relief and sits up, "It's hard to speak with you two constantly crushing my full bladder."
"Hey! We're not that heavy," Elizabeth quips.
"Yeah, and since when has trampling ever lead to you having to pee?" Christie asks Cindy.
"Since someone insisted that I have water to keep me hydrated after working up a sweat," she replies, smacking her lightly on the leg before getting up and heading off to the bathroom. "Besides, with what you've been teaching her today, you don't make it easy to hold it in."
"We were going to wait for Brian to get here, but you're the one who volunteered to get on the floor first."
Cindy softly chuckles with sarcasm, "Yeah yeah, sure sure," as she leaves the room.
"Yeah, she was turned on," Elizabeth says to Christie, turning back to the couch, "I heard that little whimper you tried to cover for her."
Christie giggles, "Your toes are more talented than she was expecting," following her over and taking a seat with her.
"I'm only as good as my mentor."
"Mmmhm, charmed. I only gave you suggestions though. The rest was all you."
"If I recall right, you gave me similar suggestions when we walked on Brian last time. Something tells me that trampling isn't your only fetish, chica."
"What," Christie replies in an innocent tone, "I can't help it if I like seeing people enjoy themselves under my feet as well as under my friends'." Leaning in, "You didn't exactly decline any suggestions either you know."
"You can thank Ariel for that."
"Oh I'm sure," Christie says, laughing, "but she's not the reason you're favoring those little hops though, is she?"
With a blushing grin lighting up her face, Elizabeth says, "It's addictive, not gonna lie."
"Didn't want to let her up, did ya?"
"Was it that obvious?"
"That's one way of putting it," nudging her with her shoulder while smiling big with excitement. "When my squishy man gets here, we can work on some, um, more aggressive ideas....if you like," Christie says nibbling her lip.
"But he's your boyfriend now. I'm not sure what fun he'd be for you if he were crippled."
"A guy forever stuck on the floor? I could think of a few ideas. I wouldn't worry about crippling him though, he's a tuffy, he can handle us," wrapping her arm around Elizabeth's shoulders, "that's why I fell for him after all. Plus I love the enjoyment he gets out of it too. Just makes my day to feel him turn to butter," she says, wiggling her toes out in front of her.
"You're too cute," Elizabeth replies with a soft giggle, squeezing and caressing Christie's arm. "What does Cindy think of you two?"
Right as she raises her question, Cindy returns from the bathroom. Christie can tell by her facial expression alone that she heard the question before she came into their line of sight.
"She has....reserved thoughts on the matter," shooting her a pouty smile along with an air-kiss and a wink.
Cindy maintains her silence, taking a drink from her water bottle as she keeps her focus on Christie.
"Is he a touchy subject?" Elizabeth asks.
"Not at all," Christie replies.
"Then what's the problem?"
"The
problem
.... is that he's not one," Cindy confesses.
Elizabeth glances between the two, "Huh?"
"She's not used to me knowing a guy this long without there being a problem, let alone dating him for longer than a week, so her habitual bodyguard instincts are kicking in," Christie explains.
"Oh," looking over to Cindy who in turn looks to the floor, "Ok. Well you know if he does become a problem, Ariel and I have your back."
Christie chuckles, "Thank you sweetie, but I don't believe that will be necessary. Brian's different, mark my words."
She gets up from the couch and walks over to Cindy.
"As for you, missy, if you think it'll help you feel any better about him, I'll let you put him through your own little ringer," resting her hand lightly against her cheek, "but I guarantee you he'll pass with flying colors."
"That's what worries me about him. It's not normal for guys to be as nice as he is without some kind of agenda."
"Funny, that's what he has said about us."
Cindy smirks a little.
"Looks like you two have a few things to work out," Christie says. Applying a kiss to two fingers and pressing them against Cindy's lips, she then makes her way backwards towards the front door, "Just do me a favor and don't hurt him too much."
"Where are you going?" Elizabeth asks.
Resting her hand on the knob, "To let him in."
Two seconds later, Brian knocks. Christie smiles at Elizabeth's visible confusion before opening the door to him.
"Well hello there!"
"Hey," he replies. Holding up a pizza box and a small bag of sauces, "As requested, lunch!"
"Yay!" Taking the bag from his hand in exchange for a kiss on the cheek, she then pulls him inside, "Right over here on the counter will be fine, dear. Look Cindy, he brought lunch! Isn't that just the nicest thing?" she asks rhetorically.
"What a peach," she replies.
Tapping her on the side of the thigh, "Why don't you be one as well and get us some plates, yes?"
"Of course," grinning through clinched teeth back at Christie as well as at Brian as she passes by him on her way into the kitchen.
He smiles back briefly before acknowledging Elizabeth.
"Hi," he says with a quick wave.
She smiles and waves back.
"Haven't seen you in a while. Still don't talk much, huh?"
Christie snickers behind him.
"What?" he asks.
"She talks plenty, hun. Try asking her what toppings she wants."
"Umm, yeah, what she said," he says to Elizabeth.