The harsh glare from the gymnasium's lights made tracking the volleyball fiendishly difficult. Maria centered herself under where she guessed the sphere was destined and prepared to bump it to one of her teammates. But her clasped hands never made contact with the ball. Her arms hooked under her breasts on their path upwards. Thwap! The ball hit her chest hard and rebounded into her face. She heard her glasses crunch, she stumbled backwards, dazed. Her nose must be bleeding and she sniffled. But her physical injuries were a small component of her hurt.
The resulting noise in the gym started out as snickering that metastasized into uproarious laughter. It echoed in the large room. It echoed in her brain.
She bent over to pick up the pieces. Teardrops joined the specks of blood on her shirt.
It's things like this that make you realize that somewhere, somehow, a well-endowed women had a moment like this; and you wish that you were there to console her. Am I right?
awww, sad thing is that if I saw this happen I would go over right away and see if she was alright, plus I wouldnt be thinking about her figure when I did it, damn im a nerd
I have a friend like that. Well, more like she's a combination of two of them. One is very well endowed, but athetic, and the other is very fragile in more ways then one. Either way, I would help her up and beat down those who laughed.
I'd at least see if she was ok before I began to laugh. Hopefully humor instead of scorn at anothers suffering would be able to dry her tears. Unless of course she has one of those snorting laughs in conjunction with the nosebleed.
Makes me wonder if she's merely taking this volleyball match as a temporary jaunt into physical education or if she had some real talent for the sport until the later stages of womanhood kicked in. Those stems make it seem as if she has both the height and conditioning.
Some focused weight training and a sports bra sponsored by NASA might help things though.
Definitely, Duskman, but think about how fragile she is right then, if you helped her up she'd probably fuck you. As long you didn't fag it up by pretending like she was fantastic or something(ei, "fuck those guys that laughed, they're idiots"), then she'll become just another bitch who thinks she too good for everyone.
Just stay silent, help her up out of the gym, don't say anything, wave goodbye when she seems settled. She'll come after you, because you'll be the first guy she's ever seen do something masculine.
What I'm saying is, White Knights, you're fucking yourselves over by raising the girl's self-esteem by acting like her servant. You're also fucking her over by raising her self-esteem, because she's going to do a bunch of stupid shit just because she thinks she's so great. If you want her to not be so afraid, hug her, don't tell her she's smart. And, really, stop defending girls on the internet, it's pointless and stupid.
The resulting noise in the gym started out as snickering that metastasized into uproarious laughter. It echoed in the large room. It echoed in her brain.
She bent over to pick up the pieces. Teardrops joined the specks of blood on her shirt.