chapter 4

Che rummaged through his bathroom. He was allowed to giggle a little bit now. But she did need his help and he really did owe her a favour since it was her pizza which possibly saved his life ten minutes ago. Perhaps he would mention that when he went back up, although not mention the part where he stole her drink. It might cheer her up.

He found the baby powder in the back of the bathroom mirror cupboard. It worked wonders on chaffing with running, so would probably help in this situation. He was thinking in practical terms, but in the back of his mind he was thinking that he quite liked curvy girls and Ellie did seem pretty, even in the predicament she had got herself into.

He ran back upstairs, feeling almost fully recovered now. He knocked on Ellie's door and let himself in. The poor girl looked deflated.

Ellie looked up. She wondered why he was still wearing a towel

"Okay. I promise this will be as quick and painless as I can make it." He said.

Ellie nodded.

Che walked around the table. Under the pizza boxes she had chubby back rolls squished so tight against the glass that they were turning white and red. He knelt down by her and took a proper look at her tummy. It looked bigger than he expected, it splayed out in waves over the bottom sheet of glass. No wonder she's stuck. How on earth did she manage to get in there in the first place? And how was he going to get her out?

"Looking fine back here." He lied.

Ellie managed a thumbs up.

He shook the talcum powder on her sides, as if that would do anything. Looking at where her back was wedged in, he grabbed hold of her flesh with one hand and managed to shake up and over part of her back. It didn't go very far. Trying again from the other side he repeated this but once again only made a few inches.

"Um. Do you have any butter?" He asked.

At this point, Ellie just pointed to the kitchen.

Che quietly set off to retrieve it.

Returning to the floor, he said nothing and just reached into the cold, greasy tub with his left hand and scooped up a generous portion. He knelt behind her, conscious that his body was pushing a little close against her bare bum and slid his hand, fingers upwards underneath her tummy.

He was almost surprised by how soft she was. His hands sunk into her flesh as smoothly as they did through the butter. He reached higher up and pressed further against her bum, gently but still with restraint. His fingers touching every part of her rolls.

Ellie bit her lip but no longer felt so embarrassed. His touch felt genuinely caring and far from judgemental.

Che buttered his other hand and repeated under her other side. Keeping very careful not to let his hands wander anywhere too inappropriate. He finished as much of her tummy as he could reach and slid his hands around her back, sinking with pressure into the chub to slide as far around as he could. He guided himself looking through the glass top of the table until she looked glistening and slippery.

With a blush, he put both hands on her bum checks and slowly pushed. "Can you wiggle for me?"

Ellie felt herself slide. It was still tight but she wasn't sticking to the glass. Millimetre by millimetre she wiggled further out.

Che was grabbing slightly and pushing, he could feel her sliding He could hear slight squeaks as skin slid along glass. She slid further along ontilher bum was now well under the glass.

"Okay. I'm coming around the other side." He said and hopped around. He grabbed her arms tight. "Can you push up off the sofa?"

Ellie nodded and pushed her legs against the sofa. Once again this just pushed the table forwards.

Che winced. "Um. Okay, I'll just pull." He knelt down in front of her and wrapped her arms around his waist, now feeling aware that his crotch was too close to her face. Knowing his next move was going to hurt, he reached through the table, grabbed on to her love handles as tightly as possible.

Ellie scrunched up her face and wrapped as tightly as she could around Che's back.

He pulled with all effort and felt her sliding more and more, until eventually all pressure gave way and she popped out. He slid back and pulled her entire body with him. The two collapsed in a greasy pile on the floor. He was bright red and panting for breath.

Ellie was gripping onto his body tightly still. She felt her whole body go weak and trembling. She was now also panting slowly, either with shock or adrenaline. She looked down at Che who looked exhausted. Suddenly realising her entire body weight was on top of the poor guy. Quickly she unfastened her hands from him and pushed up to release pressure and began to slid off. As she lifted and slid, it occurred to her... His towel had fallen off. She shuffled back a little feeling even more mortified. Then she noticed something hard was poking into her belly.

Che gazed at Ellie, beetroot red and sweating. Ellie gazed back looking exactly the same. Che had quickly grabbed the towel and covered himself as Ellie managed to find her way back to her feet.

"Um. I think I should go now. Sorry." He said as he got to his feet too.

He backed out of the doorway and Ellie listened to his footsteps retreat down the stairs.

She stood upright, sticky and greasy but her mind had totally gone blank. Her heart was racing. Something was wrong now, she was mortified of course but for some reason was more turned on than shed felt in her whole life.