Free Jimmy by William Malmborg Page A

idea why this embarrassment filled her - it wasn’t like she was trying to impress Jimmy with her lady like qualities, yet her actions and the resulting smell caused her face to go red. 
         Jimmy’s face and the small gasp that escaped his lips as he walked in only added to her embarrassment.  Several hours had drifted by since her use of the bucket, but during that time the smell had not weakened.  Actually, it had probably gotten worse. 
         Samantha wanted to say something, but no words came. 
         Jimmy didn’t say anything either.  Instead he just took the bucket from between her legs and went back outside for a few minutes.  When he came in again the bucket had been emptied and washed out.  He set it aside.
         Samantha’s body ached from standing and she wanted down.  Boredom had gotten to her as well.  During the peak of it she had actually wished for Jimmy’s return just so she’d have some company.  Now, however, she wanted to be alone again, her mind cursing her earlier wishes.
         “Please let me down?” she begged.
         Jimmy nodded and walked over to the tied-off rope end and undid it.  Samantha collapsed to her knees and then down to her butt.  Pain erupted everywhere.  The sudden freedom to move around had its costs.
         Jimmy stepped over and undid the ropes from around her wrists.  This added to the pain as the blood raced back.  The pins and needles attacked.
         Once again Samantha found herself grinding her teeth together as a way of distorting the pain.  It wasn’t really a conscious action.
         Jimmy walked over to the shelf and took a new bottle of water down and handed it to her.  He then grabbed a bag of pretzels, opened it, and tasted one.  Satisfaction ran through his face as the pretzel went down.  He brought the bag over. 
         Hunger twisted her insides at the sight and she stuffed several in her mouth.  A large gulp of water helped down the mouthful.
         Jimmy just stared at her.
         Samantha realized something as she took another handful of pretzels.  She was naked from the waist down.  Jimmy could see everything, and he was looking.
         Where were her pants?
         Her eyes caught sight of them over by the blankets on the opposite side of the wall.  In order to get to them, she would have to crawl, which would expose herself even more.  It was not an action she wanted to take part in. 
         “Can you bring me my pants?” she asked, hesitation staining her words.
         “If you do something for me first,” Jimmy said.  He then stood up and unbelted his pants.
         No , she thought while backing away.
         “Don’t make me force you,” Jimmy said.  “All I want is another handjob.”
         A handjob? She questioned.  Why was that all he ever wanted?  Here he could have her body at any time, yet he never took it.  What was wrong with him?
         Are you complaining? a voice asked.
         No.
         Knowing everything would get worse if she denied him; Samantha crawled over and sat before him.  She then reached up a hand and took hold of his erection.
         Jimmy shivered beneath her.
         “Don’t close your eyes this time,” he said.  “And look up at me.”
         Samantha obeyed him, her hand slowly moving back and forth against him.
         Jimmy groaned and his body started to hunch forward.  His hands were restless and couldn’t figure out what to do.  His knees shook. 
         It took about thirty seconds and then he came, his seed splattering her hand and shirt.  It was warm and sticky and sickening. 
         “Keep going,” Jimmy gasped.
         Fighting the urge to be sick, Samantha continued to move her hand back and forth, the thick liquid oozing between her fingers and him.
         More dripped out and eased itself to the floor.
         Jimmy pulled away with a gasp, his hand grabbing