Ultimate shoulder rides

I know, I was shocked too.  We're still on pretty good terms, and it was just her and myself at her house after we'd gone to a movie with some mutual friends.  Just because she's my ex doesn't mean I don't think she's hot (she's just a lunatic) and she was wearing a hot pink T-shirt and some black short-shorts.  Awesome, right?  Anyway, we get to joking around, and in the most subtle move ever I announce "I bet you can't pick me up on your shoulders."  Luckily for me, she likes a challenge.  Keep in mind I'm not a skinny guy, but I'm not a heiffer; I weigh a good 180 pounds.  She crouched her 130-pound frame to the ground, and I climbed on.  She had to use a post to stand all the way up, but once she got there, she was there for good.  Being experienced in my field, I was able to sit up straight with my feet clasping her lower back/butt.  She backed up from the pole and wobbled a bit, then proceeded to walk through her house with me riding like a king.  I'm not one for domination, but there's just something about sitting on "weak" girl's shoulders, knowing she's doing all the work.  We finally came to a stop in her bedroom, in front of her full length mirror, where she looked up at my reflection, wobbling pretty badly now, and saying with a tired voice, "Now what do you say?"  I said nothing, suave casanova that I am.  She lowered me down, where I climbed off, both of us happy with our accomplishments.

The moral of this story:  It pays to have close relationships with athletic girls.  And not to gain a ton of weight.

-~Phantom~-