The Plan
by Gamoto  gamoto11@yahoo.com 



Hi. My name is Mandy. I have an interesting story to tell you guys that I
think you may like. You may think I'm a little bit sneaky after you read this,
but nobody got hurt because of what I did, and it was a hell of a good time.
(For me, anyway!)

I was sitting in a bar with my friend Megan one Friday night. I was drinking
vodka shots and feeling pretty good. Now, Megan's a really hot girl, about
5'4, 120 pounds, with wild and sexy jet black hair. I'm straight, but let me
tell you, this girl is so hot, I'd always considered something happening
between us to be a possibility. As a matter of fact, I had been having dreams
about her lately. But in the dreams, we weren't really hooking up in the
traditional sense she was always carrying me. I know it sounds strange, and I
don't know why I was having those dreams, but let me tell you...every time I
had one, I'd wake up all hot and bothered, and usually I'd have to take care
of myself before I went back to sleep again. There was something very erotic
to me about submitting to another woman this way, having my entire body at her
disposal, the decision of whether or not my feet would remain in contact with
the earth entirely in her hands. As the days went on, I became consumed with
this fantasy. As I looked at Megan that night in the bar, all I could think
about was how I wanted to be carried helplessly over her shoulder or in her
arms. I wasn't ordinarily the submissive type, but something about this whole
idea appealed to me... like I said, I can't tell you why. For those of you
wondering, I've been called pretty cute myself. (Not to brag or anything.) I'm
blonde, and I'm actually a bit taller and heavier than Megan, at 5'6 and 125
pounds. I think I keep myself in pretty good shape at the gym. That's actually
where I met Megan about five years ago; it's also where I really started
noticing her gorgeously toned, tanned, and tight body, and started having
these fantasies about her carrying me.

Anyway, I had been thinking how I could get this little fantasy of mine with
Megan to come true. Could it really happen?

Well, that night at the bar, I decided I would make it happen, one way or
another. All I needed was a plan.

At one point in the evening, Megan got up to go to the bathroom. I called one
of the male bartenders over to me. I asked if he could do me a favor. He said
sure. I told him that when my friend came out of the bathroom, tell her that I
had slammed five shots of vodka while she was gone. He looked at me kind of
strangely, but after $20 and a smile, he was in. He even set up five empty
shot glasses in front of me. Now I waited.

Eventually, Megan came back. I put on my best drunk look, and laid my head
down on the bar. "What happened?" she asked, concerned. The bartender
dutifully came over and told Megan that I had had five shots while she was in
the bathroom, and that I definitely was not alright to drive. Then he left.

"Why did you do that?" Megan asked.

"I..." was all I said. I laid my head back down on the bar, and didn't say
another word. Megan touched my shoulder, then shook it a bit. I didn't move.
"Great", I heard her say. "She passed out."

A few minutes went by and I didn't know what was going on. I could not believe
I was doing this. But after all, I had been pretty darn buzzed before any of
this started. I waited for a few more minutes, silently contemplating this
craziness, with my head laid down on my arm. Then it happened...I felt someone
gently stand me up, and hoist me over their shoulder. I smelled Megan's
perfume and knew it was her. I was ecstatic. She carried me around the bar,
towards the door. I heard a couple of guys ask her if she needed help. Luckily
she said no. I was not keen on the idea of strange men carrying me around
while I was pretending to be unconscious! I was surprised at how easily Megan
was handling my seemingly dead weight. She was strong indeed; stronger than
me, I now realized. I doubted if I would have been able to carry her if she
was pretending to be unconscious. I felt Megan swing the bar door open and
carry me into the parking lot. Luckily, we had parked pretty far from the door
tonight, so she would have to carry me a long way. I tried to stay as limp as
possible as she carried me to the car. Finally we stopped, and she adjusted me
over her shoulder as she fumbled for her keys. I heard the car door open, and
the next thing I knew I was being cradled in Megan's arms. She bent down and
gently eased me onto the seat. I couldn't believe she was doing all this with
no help.

We reached Megan's apartment. Now was the fun part. Would Megan be able to get
me up all those stairs to her apartment? I guess now I'd see what she was made
of. She opened my car door, and again I felt myself being cradled in her arms.
And again, I was amazed by her strength. Megan was not a bodybuilder, she was
just an ordinary girl. And she was handling me with such ease. I let out a
little moan, despite myself. Megan cradle carried me to the front door of the
apartment. I was so wet at this point, I was afraid it might show through my
pants. She changed my position to an over the shoulder carry, as she searched
for her keys. She got the door open, and carried me through the small lobby,
and then started up the steps. She carried me up two full flights of steps,
barely stopping to catch her breath. I was so turned on, and I think I moaned
again. While we were stopped outside Megan's door, I heard the voice of Mrs.
Fletcher, the nosy old woman from down the hall. "What happened to your friend
dear?", she asked, more interested in the opportunity for some new gossip than
my condition. Megan didn't answer, she just opened her front door and shut it
hard behind us. She carried me into the living room and laid me down gently on
the couch. After that, she left me alone for a couple of minutes, and it was
all I could to to not stick my hands down my pants and relieve the passion
that was swelling inside me. After a few minutes Megan returned. She gently
sat me up and undid my blouse. I think I must have smiled a little, but I
could sense that it was dark in the room, and I was pretty sure she didn't
notice. After she took off my blouse, she removed my pants, and picked me up
again, in her arms. The sensation of her bare skin against mine as she carried
me was delicious. I hung limply in her arms as she carried me to the guest
bedroom, and laid me down. She left the room and shut the door behind her.

I knew I was getting no sleep until I relieved this burning tension inside of
me. I slipped my hand inside my panties, and began recalling the wonderful
sensations I had experienced that evening. When I was finally done, I drifted
off into a sweet, sweet sleep. I can't say for sure, but I probably had a
little smile on my face when I did.

Well, I guess you guys think I'm pretty sneaky, and I do feel a little guilty
for lying to Megan like that, but like I said, no one got hurt, I got my
fantasy, and Megan...well, at least she got a good workout!

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