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The Glue That Holds Us Together	By : TimedWatcher Category: +S through Z > Toy Story Views: 13927 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Toy Story, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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What used to be long, painful days at school, zipped by - as he rushed home to greet Jessie.
"Jessie!" He pried off the straps of his backpack before slumping it in the corner of his room near an outlet.
She called his name back before pulling herself up from her face down prone position. "How ya doin!? How was your day?"
She did an olympic leap from his bed to the side of his desk, hiking a lower leg up the rest of the way. "Hey, good one." He remarked as a way to deflect from having to talk about school.
"So tell me tell me tell me. What happened?" She hunkered down, her knees folded out, chin on her fist. Totally in tune with what he was about to say.
He gave her the spiel. Starting from when he got there, the subjects, what he did on the playground, what the teachers were like, etc. He was nervous, mentally running between events, clarifying himself frequently, because... he never had somebody who listened to him like this.
Then the subject of gym came up.
He bit his tongue.
He wanted to resort to his old ways again and lie to her about what actually happened - but if he was gonna be honest with somebody, it was gonna be his girlfriend. "... And then I was picked last."
"Oh no... that's awful." Her left hand partially covered her mouth. "They don't tease you, do they?"
He waved it off. "Nah, not unless I do something stupid."
"Well." She massaged his pinkie. "Somebody's gettin' an extra cuddle tonight."
He looked away with a snort, not believing at first she was this nice, but looking back at her, his earnestness was as true as hers. "Thanks for understanding, Jess."
"That's what I'm here for." She had dreamy eyes his way, and so did he in reflection
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He left his computer on all night to download that 50mb porno. A five minute clip was worth it for that.
He had to install a third party player he had never heard of to view it, but it was a classic: A blurry guy and girl, using their pixelated parts on eachother. The audio shallow, crunchy and grating in his walkman's headphones.
With Jessie asleep, he could- "Whatchya doin'?" He leaped up, the cheap headset coming down in a chintzy slam, all while pulling his pants up and closing the video window all at once, as if it were his own mother who had caught him.
Oh right, living doll who probably didn't need sleep...
He was honest about it. "Playing with myself." His voice cracked.
Her eyes grew wide as she leaned in. "Playin'!?"
"No, not that kinda playin', Jess." He couldn't look at her as he tried to explain. "It's uhm... it's uhm... it's a way us guys relieve stress."
"Oh - you mean masturbation!" She tossed it out there with a grin and a pointed finger that sent him into hysterics. "What? This ain't the only boys room I've been in." Her shiny glass eyes turned attention to his shameful download, slapping the left click down in rapid succession with her palm. "But to... what?" Jessie's disappointment was clear when she saw the face of the girl in the postage sized video frame.
He looked down. "Are you... are you mad?"
"Psssh." She threw her thumb at it in a back and forth wobble. "Why do you need that when you got me?" A pouty look on her face formed.
He tried to laugh it off. "What are you saying, Jessie?"
She teased a finger near her pink lips. "What I'm sayin'... is us farmgirls dream up all sorts of things guys could do to us in our spare time."
He throbbed. "But how do we... HOW can we?"
Jessie seemed like she had planned for this. Maybe even... fantasized about it? "Well we can start simple. Show me. How do you... do it?"
At first he was gonna deny her and pretend this didn't happen, but his words from yesterday banged around in his head
That's what guys and girls do when they kiss, right?
And he thought - what did BFs and GFs do together in their alone time?
He showed her the basic joystick hold. At first, it was kind of embarrassing, considering he never held his crotch for this long for basically no reason. Like he was modeling himself to her. She leaned right, and then she leaned left, examining every angle; with three fingers covering the corner of her mouth, her thumb holding her chin, and her pinky pressed to her lip. "Then I... you know... but I just can't go like this. I kinda need something to uh, look at."
"Why not to me? I can pose for ya." She did as she suggested, throwing her legs over the edge of the desk, then crossing one in a slow, meticulous fashion, over the other. She pointed part of her chest forward and the other back, the first time he ever noticed she kinda had something poking out from under there; a casual hotness to it.
"You're cute, Jessie - but you're not like... sexual." He really didn't know how to phrase it without insulting her.
"Is that so?" Jessie got up, her fists twisted.
She then caught him totally off guard.
Jessie did a quick spin, before bending forward. She smacked both cheeks while holding her hands in place, before sliding herself up and down in the spot she stood. Jessie looked over her shoulder with a sexy smirk. "How do you like that?"
It was a good start.
Jessie then started rotating her plastic buns in a lazy 8 pattern, those hands now on her hips. There was something hypnotic in how she did, never losing a beat - he could actually count the stitching in her jeans.
But seeing Jessie bent over like that, her long legs helping sway around her butt, clearly into it, it got a reaction out of him no porno could.
He started.
"That's it! Slap that meat!" Something about a girl watching him, enthralled with it, actually excited him, getting him to pick up the pace. "Hoo-wee! You're really goin' for it, huh?"
He leaned back, really getting into her lurid display, hoping she thought the same of what he was doing.
Yet she stopped.
Jessie landed on his leg, then moved towards his lap; her hips thrown side to side as she did. "Mind if I join yew~?" Her southern belle charm coming through, maybe a little played up, but with an obvious amorous undercurrent.
He was really curious now, but he kept quiet.
She held a hand above it, but didn't touch it. Like she was trying to understand it, which caused his thingie to move of its own volition towards her - particularly when she would get close to it. "Mmmm, excited, ain't he?" She gave him a knowing curl of her lip as she sent a high kick over it, before she dropped down. Both of his hands moved upwards like he were being arrested. What was she up to?
Climbing along his pole, she wiggled her ass, securing her position, seemingly using his shaft as the saddle. Like she had been sorta doing before, she slid herself up and down, using her hands on his some of his pubes to keep herself propped up as she did. "Just lay back and enjoy there, partner."
From her initial playful expression, she became tight lipped, as he could see the stern focus in her eyes, a rare look of determination he hadn't seen from her before, as if she were trying to find the perfect balance between momentum and grinding against him. Yet all the same, he couldn't believe her bronco riding was getting him to that point. He seized his arm rests for dear life, as he swiveled in his chair, his feet tapping. He felt like he was going crazy. "Tryin' ta buck me huh? This ain't my first rodeo, pardner. Gonna have to try harder than that." Her voice wavered between words, his body indeed vibrating her.
She flipped around as she got in right between his thighs, almost a jockey riding position, as Jessie hugged close to his erection. Both her legs wrapped tightly around his base, and he was just glad she didn't have spurs, real or plastic. Her arms held around the middle of his shaft, as her face rested right next to the tip of his dick, before the whole of her body began to bounce, applying subtle strokes as she inched back and forth.
He groaned from the feeling, something he had never done before, but he could no longer restrain himself.
Clamping her down, he began to jerk himself with her body, and it was like Jessie and his penis became one - like they were having sex, as odd as it was to think of what they were doing as 'sex'. "Whoa-hey! Slowdown there!" She yelled out, her skinny arms and legs now flailing about helplessly. He would have shaken his head and told her 'no' in disagreement, if not for the fact that he was so hungry for it now.
"I'm cumming!" He pulled her off with his left, aiming himself towards her in his open palm as he finished himself and unloaded. Jessie was surprised and maybe even a little frightened, as she held her hands up in a desperate attempt to shield herself from the oncoming waves.
He leaked... he leaked all over Jessie. It was nothing to him, but to her, it was like she had been flooded. Attacked by a strange alien goo. She seemed unable to comprehend what he had just done to her. Wrapped in fluid, he felt like a spider, and she was the quarry. Heavy on her, not at all like water - in fact if it were water, he was sure she'd have an easier time dealing with it, some of it soaking into her clothes, or just cascading down in thick lines.
In a daze, he put her down on the floor, unsure of what to do. He watched her, drenched in white webs that were now strewn all over her, as she fought against it to no avail. His spurts covered up some of the iconography on her, like the lasso design on her shirt. She pried some of it from her arm, her little hand holding up some of the wad like it were acid, and little horrified noises escaped her as she tried to get it off. Jessie could hardly get a decent hold of the runny seed, some of it slipping through each of her individual fingers.
He looked up, exhaling in deep relief.
Jessie screamed bloody murder. He immediately turned to see what was wrong. "What? What?"
"It's in my hair!" She strung the strand out like it was a wire, indeed as advertised, her voice a frayed pattern from behind her clenched teeth. Jessie seemed unable to stand too, weighted down and stuck to the floor. Part of him was filled with a sense of pride seeing her like this - like somewhere deep in his gut, it felt right to mark her as his. In another way, it felt like he had just committed a crime, especially with her reaction.
Clarity finally hit him, getting him to run up his stairs, leaving Jessie to stew in his own juices for just a moment.
Hey, he also had to wash his hands.
He brought down a bowl of water mixed with a bit of dish soap, along with a dry cloth rag. He placed both down near her, before scooping her up and placing her carefully inside the water. Turning off the light, he turned his desk lamp on and aimed it at her, putting her into a spotlight. The see-through bowl and her kinda made him think of her as almost mermaid-like, with an odd glow.
He also realised that that cereal bowl he used was never gonna have food in it again.
As Jessie sat in her warm tub scrubbing herself, he opined. "I'm sorry it was kinda gross and awkward..."
She splashed some water, sinking her lower half into it, before sighing, relaxing a little, arms on the edges. "It's gross, yeah - but... if it makes ya happy, I'm happy." She sounded so mature.
He smiled. "Thanks, Jessie."
She flicked the brim of her hat. "Ah, don't mention it." Her look of modesty faded a bit, as some of his goop she had missed from her self cleaning fell down from her hat and down onto her hand.
Talking to Jessie was great, but he was dead tired. Especially after their little session.
Falling into bed, he was prepared to fall asleep right away. The water she was splashing around was even kinda relaxing. Yet for some reason he couldn't sleep. Something was missing. He tossed and turned in bed. What the heck was wrong?
He could no longer hear the dripping as she brought herself up onto the bed, now dry as a whistle.
They shared that same position from when she first slept beside him - literal pillow talk. "So... a little strange right?"
"'Bout what I expected - only thing I don't like is that you leave me stinkin' worse than workin' from noon to sundown on a hog farm."
It couldn't have been that bad. "How do you know what that smells like?"
Jessie had to pause and think about that. "I just know."
Right... he closed his eyes, wanting to nod off.
"I hope you don't mind my askin', especially after what we just did... but..." She really struggled to get it out.
He responded with eyes shut. "You can ask me anything, Jess."
"Could I... sleep on you?" She seemed hopeful, like he might say no.
He hated sleeping on his back
But for her, he would.
He prepared for the heft of a pet to land excitedly on their owner, but got her usual lack of weight that she possessed. Jessie had sprawled herself out onto his chest for only just a moment. "I can feel your heartbeat." She raised her head up to tell him, but then was just as quickly back down to listen to it.
He didn't move, for fear of changing something. She sounded so excited. "What's it like?"
"It's like..." She stopped speaking to hear it again. "A big beating drum."
Was this who he was meant to be with? A talking toy? "This time of year, I get cold in the basement, Jess... and I know you can't warm me up - but..." His hand swooped closer to her head, which she accepted, allowing herself to be caressed. "I'll hold you close. I'll always hold you close."
"You can count on me to do likewise, cowpoke." She dotted that point with a squeeze of his body, a content look on her face.
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