The comforting, calming effect of Red’s – Robin’s – smile and touch was lost on Jay now that the entire, and entirely naked, girl was so close. He could feel her soft but firm breasts as she hopped in celebration against him. He could feel her nipples against his chest. The fear was back: the very likely erection popping up could ruin this moment.
He could push her away, but that would mean putting his hands on his living, jiggling fantasy. He became aware of sharp, uncomfortable irritation on his bare chest. It didn’t actually hurt, but he concentrated on it. He noticed it was actually two spots, one on each side, above each of her nipples.
He tried to concentrate even more intently when Robin shifted to look over his shoulder, pushing herself up and against him as she rose up on her toes. Jay caught another wave of her scent. Flowers, sweet feminine sweat, and ambrosia. He wasn’t sure what ambrosia smelled like, but only the chosen food of the gods could smell this good.
“Sorry, guys. Contest’s over. We have a winner.” Her voice, so near, tickled his neck just below his ear. He almost groaned out loud. Soft, small hands slid down his back, over his white, rounded buttocks, toned from years in the pool with a kick-board. The voice lowered to a whisper as she squeezed. “A definite winner.”
Jay vaguely heard mumbles of disappointment behind him, but his mind and body both were focused on her hands and where they squeezed. Rather than encourage the erection he feared, the surprise of her action seemed to distract his immediate arousal.
Robin pulled back to look him in the eyes. He noticed the same slightly quizzical expression behind her bright smile at the same time he realized what the sharp sensations had been. Now askew, the two paper name tags had folded enough to poke into him with their folded corners.
He found his hands held in hers. “Would you like to walk with me, Jay, solver of riddles?”
“Like Oedipus?” Jay loved mythology almost as much as birds, but realized too late most people associated the Hero of Thebes with something less socially acceptable than solving the riddle of the Sphinx.
“Oh, serious yuck!” Tan and Slim’s job seemed seemed to be to administer the negative, but Robin again responded positively.
“He knows his birds and his Greek literature too. I did find a winner.” She cocked one eye brow up at him with a sudden stern look. “But I ain’t yo mama.”
Jay laughed, feeling the tension and fear leave him. He nodded his head once. “I’d love to walk with you, Robin Riddler.”
She dropped one hand and turned, leading him by the other, her fingers entwining with his. A very small portion of Jay’s mind noticed the miffed, pouty look on the taller girl’s face as she was abandoned. It added to his wide smile. Before he caught up to his spot alongside his prize, he managed to take in the wonderful close up view of Robin’s backside as she walked, pulling him along.
“We don’t need these.” With her free hand she peeled off the two tags, started to toss them in a 55 gallon makeshift trash can they were passing.