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Big Things Cum in Small Packages Ch. 01

By: garthburgandy



I heard a familiar knock at my door and knew immediately what my roommate, Tanner, wanted from me. Before he shouted through the entrance to my room, I had already grabbed the small, plastic square from the drawer beside me. 

"Jeremy, you in there?" He called through the wooden barricade, knowing full well that I had been locked up in my room for the last two hours, studying furiously. "I need a-"

I opened the door and winced as the creaking hinges sent a shudder across my skin. "I only have one left." I answered him before he could finish his sentence, handing him the condom. "Use it wisely." 

"You're an angel." He thanked me excitedly; in a hushed tone so his girl-of-the-week wouldn't hear. 

There was a faint memory in my head of her name being Bethany...or Stephanie? Not important. 

I slumped back in my office chair and breathed in the stale aroma of my dorm room. Mentally, I made sure to remind myself to buy a can of Lysol from the caf next time I went down for a meal. 

All along the walls of my room were posters of various bands I listened to, with a couple of other additions as well. My eyes were trained on a poster advertising "The Story so Far" as I stretched out my spine and felt my joints freeing themselves from their slumber. 

I guess I should introduce myself; my name is Jeremy Danmore and I'm in my second year of university, majoring in dramatic arts. I've met some extremely interesting people in my course, but none of them compared to Genevieve. 

Yes, I had a girlfriend. And no, it wasn't her. My girlfriend, Allie, was further away so I didn't see her as much. 

I'd be lying if I said we were still close, but it's hard to maintain a relationship with somebody who's so far away. 

Allie was a red-haired bombshell with a pair of breasts so large I could scarcely get my hands off them, that much had always been true. When we met she used that spark to show me how adventurous life could be. But since we'd moved in to different universities, she had taken her once enjoyable sass and twisted it into a disastrously negative persona that took effort to be around. 

I met Allie in our fourth year of high school, and we hit it off instantly. She was a everything I thought I wanted in a girlfriend, but I steadily realized over time that it's hard to keep up a front like that. 

For the past four months she had been growing colder and more inconsistent in her behaviour; she wouldn't text me for a few days at a time, saying she was too busy to bother with her phone some days. 

It's not like I hadn't made an effort to keep us close; this weekend a bunch of us were heading up to my uncle's to relieve the stress of our workload. At least, that's what I told people. 

In reality, I was using our vacation as a way to help me determine whether or not I was making the right choice in staying with Allie. 

Ever since I met Genevieve I'd been forcing myself to look for reasons to stay with Allie, and coming up short. Gen was a loving, endearing soul that I loved spending time with. She reminded me of how Allie and I used to be, before we drifted apart. 

It's easy to say I should break up with Allie, but throwing away over 2 years of a relationship that I'd poured so much time into was a thought I dreaded. 

I threw my headphones on in preparation for Tanner and his sexcapades, knowing there was a good chance somebody in his room was going to get loud. 

Tanner and I had known each other since elementary school, and jumped at the chance to room with each other. He was studying neuroscience, but often did what he could to hide his intelligence from those he hung around, usually behind his thick rimmed glasses. 

He was coming with me, Allie, and Genevieve to the cottage, along with a couple of our other friends, so I was excited to see him drunk and wild for a weekend. 

The sounds of pop-punk soothed me through my headphones as I lost myself in the dualvocal talent of Man Overboard. As I slowly left my consciousness behind and closed my eyes, my thoughts danced to Gen, and how badly I wanted to see her.

Everything about her was captivating to me; from her adorable, short stature (she stood at 5 feet) to how her contagious laughter would cast warm shivers across my heart. 

We spent most of our days together, and were already planning to gather a few more of our classmates and get an apartment together for our third year. 

As if on cue, my phone buzzed and sucked me from my dazed state. I pulled off my headphones and cringed as I heard Tanner's bed bashing repeatedly against the wall, determined to check my phone to confirm my suspicions. 

My phone displayed a message saying that I had received a text from Gen, and I couldn't get my phone unlocked fast enough to read it. 

"Hey, you around?" It read. A second one came in before I had time to reply. "I'm just wrapping up a class, wanna go get a smoothie?" My heart fluttered. 

"For sure." I replied, afraid to sound too excited. I grabbed my room card and headed outside, nearly bumping into my neighbour, Kelsey, as she left her room. 

She smiled when she saw me and moved to one side of the hallway, inviting me to walk beside her and accompany her on her walk. "What's up, stranger?" 

"Nothing," I replied, checking my phone for any more updates from Gen. "Just going to get a smoothie with Gen." 

"Spending more time with Genevieve? Why am am I not surprised?" She retorted, shoving me playfully into the wall. "You gotta tell her how you feel at some point, Jeremy." 

No responses came to mind, so I kept myself quiet until I could change the conversation. "Are you packed for tomorrow?" 

Kelsey was coming up with us as well, bringing her trademark no-bullshit attitude with her. Her shoulder length hair was tied back in a short ponytail today, in an effort to relieve some of the heat her thick, black locks usually trapped. 

Thankfully, she was kind enough to let her question slide without further probing. "I'm a girl, I was packed a week ago." She popped a piece of gum in her mouth and wiggled her eyebrows. 

Kelsey and I met earlier this year, but I knew immediately she was going to be a close friend. My positivity and over trusting nature came in clash with her cynicism and realistic view of the world, so we evened each other out with a natural balance. 

The two of us didn't keep secrets from each other, mostly because she was impossible to lie to and I'm easy to read. 

It had taken a couple months, but eventually Kelsey opened up to me and told me she was a lesbian. At the time, it was a huge secret. Since then, she had grown to be proud of her sexuality and refused to hide it from anybody, giving us the brash and hardheaded friend we all know so well. 

She often hung around Genevieve, Tanner and I, so naturally I had invited her to come up north with us. 

With finals closing in, we all needed a chance to blow off steam before we locked ourselves in our rooms to study. 

We reached the front door and exited our residence and were met with fresh air and a warm breeze that filtered its way through my t-shirt with ease. The two of us parted ways and she wished me good luck with my date, referring to my plans with Genevieve.  

"She's not my girlfriend, Kelsey. It's not a date." I insisted, thumbing through my phone aimlessly. 

"You sound like you're trying to convince yourself." She scoffed. Kelsey turned to me and stopped walking, grabbing my shoulders and dropping me into reality. "Jeremy, you have to stop fucking around. Use this weekend to make a decision, please."

"Kelsey I'm fine."

"Then prove it." She begged, giving my shoulder a squeeze. "You can't keep doing this to yourself, or to Genevieve."

I returned her endearing gaze with a puzzled expression. "Gen is fine, trust me."

"No, trust ME. She likes you, at least a little bit." When Kelsey was being sincere, nothing was more important. "If you don't make up your mind soon you're gonna hurt someone, and I don't want that." 

She brushed her hand against my cheek and a quizzical look. "Okay?" 

I nodded in response and managed a smile, barely weak enough to mask the swirling waves of uncertainty in my stomach. "You got it, Kelsey." My phone buzzed again and I instinctively reached for it.

It was Genevieve, telling me to hurry up. "I gotta go." I said to Kelsey, letting some of the warmth sneak back into my grin. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Goddamn right you will; me and a bottle of rum." She said while walking backwards towards the school. 

I rushed faster than normal to meet Genevieve, knowing she had another class in less than a half hour. She would kill me if I was late for our smoothie date...er...meeting. Our smoothie meeting. 

Genevieve was already in line, deeply embedded in her phone, when I snuck up on her and put my arms around her shoulders. Her short frame brought her head up to my chest, which I pressed against her. "Hey girl, you lookin' for someone?" 

"Not you, asshole." She snapped without leaving her phone, but tensing up intensely in protest. Once she turned around, the smile leapt back onto her face in an instant. "Jeremy! I knew it was you!"

"Bullshit!" I replied. "You were freaked out and you know it."

"No way, man. I know those arms anywhere." Gen smirked and squeezed my bicep, leading her to leak a flash of giddy enjoyment onto her face. "Anyway, uh, can you hold my spot in line? I've gotta make a call to my Mom."

The petite girl stepped out of line and brushed her hair behind her ear, making the golden brown waves catch the sunlight in a magnificent fashion. When she caught me staring at her, like I could possibly resist, she sent me a quick air kiss. 

Parts of me felt guilty over the flirty connection Genevieve and I shared, but that small part was massively outshone by the glowing happening in my heart every time she smiled at me. We were both aware we had something between us, but we're also both too stupid to make a move on it.

The tension had been building for a few weeks now, ever since a near kiss the two of us shared after a drunken partying night had dispelled any of the uncertainty between us. We wanted each other, but didn't want to risk our friendship over the possibility of not working out. 

Not to mention, it would mean throwing my life with Allie away for good. That could mean losing all the mutual friends I had made with her. 

She knew the situation between Allie and I; strained at best. Yet she had never pushed me to breaking it off with my girlfriend. If anything, she had even tried to be there for me when we were going through some really rough stuff. 

Gen was still off to the side chatting with her Mom when I reached the cashier. She motioned for me to order for her instead of finishing her call, so I picked her smoothie for her; banana coconut pineapple. 

I got a lemon-lime drink for myself and moved to the other side of the window to wait for our smoothies. 

"You got me banana orange pineapple right?" She piped up from beside me, surprising me with her presence. The drink dropped into her hand and she popped the lid open a crack, wiggling her nose as she tried to determine the flavour by smell alone. 

Her silver nose ring wiggled along with her scrunched up, cute button nose. 

"No, I got you banana coconut pineapple, because that's your favourite." I gave her a sideways gaze and she blushed. 

"Shit, you're right." She squeaked to herself in a shy tone, trying to hide her grin. I knew her better than anybody had bothered to know her before. Each word she spoke I would linger on at night, replaying every moment her voice was on my ears to help me sleep. These nights spend tossing and turning got me to remember everything and anything she loved or hated. 

She skipped slightly towards an empty grassy hill with one small tree growing on it. Under the mild shade, we had just enough beams of sunlight tickling our legs to stay warm. 

"So, are you packed for tomorrow?" I asked, slurping my smoothie. 

"Hell no, I almost forgot we were going. I've got way too much going on." She laughed; sweet little giggle that made my pulse buzz excitedly. "But I'll be ready by tomorrow, don't worry."

"I'm not worried." I lied. 

We sat on the knoll for a few minutes in silence, enjoying the feeling of the breeze whirling around us. In the absence of conversation, Genevieve had started to succumb to the swaying effects of the wind.

Her body had shifted closer to me, however unconsciously it'd happened, and her head was tilted against my chest. Every time I inhaled her head would rise, then fall, in time with my breathing. 

"Is your cottage on the lake?" Her voice pierced the peaceful serenity. There was a hopefulness in her voice that I was eager to fulfil. 

"Yeah, it is. It's got a really great view of the lake, too. The sun cuts through the trees sometimes and makes the water shimmer perfectly. We have a bunch of ducks that come by sometimes and in the mornings you can see them bobbing for food." I realized I was getting off topic. "I'm sorry, I lost my train of thought." 

"No, that was nice." Gen lifted her head and held herself up by pushing her hand against my chest. "You're very detail oriented, so you tell stories good."

"Well."

"Well what?"

"Never mind, Gen." I rolled my eyes and ruffled her hair teasingly. 

"You're lucky you're so easy to entertain, or I wouldn't keep you around." She blew a blast of cold air at my face and sat up. 

"And cute too, of course."

"Yes," she gave her head a slight tilt. "And cute, too. But cocky nonetheless." She checked her phone and stood up in a hurry. 

"Are you gonna be late?" I asked. She nodded sadly in reply and threw her backpack over her shoulder. "One more class, then we can relax for the whole weekend."

I succeeded in cheering her up, as she changed her expression to a happy one again. 

Her facial expression took a sincere turn. "Only if I get to ride in your car on the way up. I don't know anybody else that well yet, so I'm gonna be basically clinging to you for the next 3 days." 

"And I'm gonna cling right back." I promised. 

She kissed her hand and lightly slapped my cheek, holding her hand to my skin a little longer than she needed to, but I didn't argue. The sensation of her small, tender fingers clutching to my face was enough to turn it pink, giving in to the softness of her touch. 

Once Gen left I sat on the hill for a while longer, hardly in a rush to expose myself to Tanner's furious love making. Hundreds of thoughts were clogging my brain, all struggling to get through. There was only one thing I could make of my brain blender;

It was overflowing with Genevieve. 

*****

"Are you done yet?" Tanner shouted from the passenger seat of my blue Nissan Altima, busy tapping away at his phone rather than helping me pack. I threw his garbage bag of clothing in the trunk and cursed his laziness as I kicked the bumper of my car. 

I wasn't particularly mad at him, I was upset with my girlfriend. Allie had called a couple hours ago and told me she was bogged down with school work and wouldn't be able to make it to the cottage until tomorrow. 

Yes, I was upset. But it also gave me a chance to be alone with Genevieve. Well, alone-ish. 

I heard another car pull up behind us in the parking lot and turned to see Lacey and Carson stepping out of their vehicle. The last two members of our group were enrolled at the same school, but it was quite a distance from the rest of us. 

"Good morning, children." Lacey cooed as she quickly walked towards my car, giving me an enormous hug. Her white hair was flowing neatly behind her, held in place by a blue headband. "We haven't seen you guys since-."

"High school, probably." Carson interrupted, dragging Lacey's suitcase behind him with a grunt. He joined in on our hug, tightly squeezing Lacey and me and lifting us off the ground as best he could. 

He was right; we hadn't see each other since we left for university due to the horrible time constraints we were all under. 

When we were all in high school, we had been a close knit group for four long years. Tanner and I met first, then when he introduced himself to Lacey in biology class, and she got us to meet Carson. 

As we were reminiscing, Kelsey and Genevieve showed up and joined our conversation. We'd essentially lost Tanner and Allie to their electronics, but the rest of us were happily chatting and introducing each other. 

"Guys, this is Genevieve, and Kelsey." Lacey was hugging them before I could even finish my sentence. 

"I've heard so much about you guys, especially you." Lacey smiled warmly at Kelsey and the two locked eyes for a second. "I think we're gonna to have a great time, girls."

"You talk about us, huh?" Kelsey crossed her arms. 

"Only good things, I promise." I insisted. 

"Great things, actually." Lacey interjected anxiously. She helped Gen and Kelsey pack up their stuff, putting Gen in my car and Kelsey with her and Carson, to which neither of them complained. 

Our two cars sped off down the road and after a while, we merged onto the highway. The sun outside was heating the car nicely, giving my skin a shallow warmth, while the rolled down windows were circling gusts of cool air throughout the car.

In the rear view mirror, I could see Genevieve staring aimlessly out window and smiling pleasantly, eyes darting back and forth trying to take in every tree or river we passed. 

With the speed we were travelling, every little bump we hit gave my shocks a workout, proving once again that I needed them checked. 

Thankfully, they were still a bit rough, making Gen's breasts jiggle effortlessly with every small ditch or bump I intentionally tired to hit. She was distracted looking out the window, so I had the perfect view of her wobbling tits.

I'd be lying if I said I hadn't noticed them before, but until now they had never seemed so remarkable. 

Maybe it was her yellow, low cut tank top. Maybe it was the fact that she seemed to be wearing a bra that did almost nothing to hold her boobs back. Maybe it was because she was trying to get my attention. 

To be truthful, I was more of an ass guy. Lucky for me, Genevieve had all the necessities to live up to my fantasies. My girlfriend had a great ass, don't get me wrong, but I had never had heart palpitations from her the way I did from Gen's incredible butt. 

With the denim cut offs she was wearing, her butt was barely being contained. The fabric was nearly pulled over her thick, juicy cheeks. The shorts were giving me a thousand ideas on how to best get her to bend over without arousing suspicious looks, but I'm not sure she would mind me asking anyway. 

All week, I had been looking forward to seeing her in a bikini, which I knew would have trouble containing her chest, and would fail miserably at hiding her magnificent ass. 

I felt my cock stirring in anticipation.

We had been driving for close to a half hour when Tanner passed out cold in his seat, followed close behind by Genevieve. I managed to stay awake for another few minutes before feeling like I, too, was inches from passing out. 

As if he was reading my mind, Carson drove into the next pitstop and we followed suit. Even as we bounced along the many potholes on the road in to the gas station, my passengers managed to stay asleep. 

Lacey and Carson got out of their car and stretched their legs, but Kelsey didn't leave the backseat. "Must still be asleep." I muttered as I exited my vehicle. 

"Are the kids asleep?" Lacey asked as I walked up beside them. I replied with a shrug. "That sucks, I wanna get to know Genevieve. She seems really great, Jeremy."

"Uh, thanks?" I replied, confused as to why she was acting so supportive. Carson hissed at Lacey and she quickly zipped her lips, taking off for the convenience store with me in hot pursuit. "Lacey, what did you hear?" 


Big Things Cum in Small Packages Ch. 01



"I didn't hear anything, honestly." She exclaimed, still not waiting for me to catch up as she sped towards the store. 

We walked in the building at the same time and I made sure Lacey didn't have a chance to avoid me; she was keeping a secret, and she knew I knew it. "Talk to me, Lacey." I demanded in a pleading tone. 

"I said I didn't hear anything!" She whispered in a harsh tone, so as not to be heard by the other people in the store. 

"Then what did you read, via text, I assume?" I knew her game, she was looking for loopholes to avoid lying without having to tell the truth. 

Knowing she'd been caught, she caved. "Tanner told me. He said you had a crush on some girl you met and I guessed it was her."

I cursed under my breath at his gossip, confident that Lacey was going to force me to call it quits with Gen. 

"She makes you happy?" The nerves had vanished from her voice, replaced with genuine interest. 

"Yeah." I mumbled, feeling tinges of shame at the internal realization that the answer to that question would be different if Lacey had asked about somebody else. My attention shifted to leafing through a nearby magazine to distract myself. 

She came up behind me and placed her hand on my wrist. "Then I'm sure we'll love her."

"Thanks, Lace."

Her face contorted in disgust. "You know I hate that name, it makes me sound like a stripper." She slapped me on the shoulder and left to grab a bag of pretzels for Carson: his favourite. 

We packed up our junk food and headed back to the car, where Gen sat looking disoriented from her nap. 

"This doesn't look like the cottage. Well, it might, since I've never seen what yours looks like." She rambled, scratching her nose with the back of her hand and sniffling. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she looked around and squinted through the glaring sunlight. Her realization of her location sparked less enthusiasm than she'd worked up. "This is a gas station."

"This IS a gas station." I winked at her sarcastically. "That's some fine deducing you've done there."

Genevieve groaned. "It's like you don't have an off switch."

"I don't hear you complaining." I shot back.

"I'm complaining." Tanner groaned, tossing in his car seat with his hat pulled down over his eyes so he couldn't see me flipping him off. He unbuckled his seat and climbed into the back of the car, opposite Gen. "If you two wanna flirt, do it in the confines of the front seats."

My eyes invited Gen to the front with me, and hers answered back with an accepting sparkle. 

Both cars sped off down the road, with Genevieve now riding shotgun next to me, and Tanner passed out like a rock in the back.

The silence in the car was practically humid; touching every corner of the quietly cruising automobile and urging us to shatter it. The radio in my car didn't work, hadn't for years, and I was always nervous to put my iPod on in case I played something others hated. 

"Jeremy, we need tunes." Gen rolled her head to me and raised an eyebrow, daring me to deny her. "Please?" She knew me well; drawing me in with a cute pout. Oddly enough, she and I had yet to talk about music in much depth. 

I always seemed to like what she tracks played around me when we hanging out in her bedroom, so I become curious to see exactly to what extent of similarity we had in music taste. 

Genevieve whipped her phone out and plugged in the aux cord, tearing through her library of songs to find the right one. With her so focused on finding the right track to play, she hadn't taken notice to my ever wandering gaze. 

Having her right next to me dressed in barely-there tank top and loosely fitted bra was a temptation I wasn't strong enough to avoid. I kept casting glances her way, relishing the way my stomach tightened every time her chest would sway back and forth when I changed lanes too quickly. 

Naturally, I was switching lanes much faster, and more often, than usual. 

She tapped her phone and put the phone down with a smirk that told me she knew something I didn't. As soon as the first few seconds of the song reached my ears, I could barely contain my excitement. 

"You listen to Pierce the Veil?" I was trying to keep my voice to a loud whisper, in courtesy of Tanner, but I could tell that wasn't going to last for much longer. "I can't believe it, I love this song!"

Her eyes once again indulged in their joy of watching the nature fly by us at high speeds, but I could see she wasn't entirely devoted to the clouds and trees. 

She knew every word, and her lips proved it. I was having a hard time watching the road when I would rather spend my time watching her mouth form every word with perfect confidence, so naturally that she couldn't help but put her own inflection in as she sang softly to herself. 

Still staring out the window, I don't think Gen saw me catch her giddy smile as our words mingled together. 

At the end of the song, Genevieve turned the music down and put on another song, that I also recognized, as background ambiance. "So, Jeremy, what are we planning to do this weekend?"

"Who says I have a plan?" I joked.

"You better have one; I don't like winging my vacations because something always goes wrong." There was a timidness in her voice that suggested she needed this weekend to go as well as I did.

I assured her I had plenty of stuff planned, most of which we would be doing while extremely intoxicated. "And the best part is," I paused for dramatic effect. "I brought tons of jäger."

"No way!" Gen gawked at me. "How much is enough? You know you can never have too much."

"I think our livers might disagree, but I'm more than happy to put them to the test." I gleamed, reflecting the serenity I was overflowing with from the inside out. 

We had discovered our mutual love of the herbal liquor the night we met, at a house party near the residence. There was an unopened bottle on the counter and nobody wanted it, or so we assumed, so we took it and spent the rest of the night drinking on a porch swing until we fell asleep.

The sun had woken me up before her, and I fondly remember the sensation of completeness I felt with Genevieve in my arms. 

After what felt like hours we pulled into the shaded dirt road that leads to my cottage. Off of a side road, there are a good deal of other lakeside retreats dotting the shoreline. On such an insignificant weekend, with no major holidays for the near future, I knew we wouldn't have many neighbours up.

One by one, we unloaded from the car and grabbed our luggage from the back. 

I was stretching my legs out when Genevieve came up beside me with her back towards me. "Crack my back, would ya?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. 

I was hesitant, afraid to break her, so she took charge. Placing my arms around her in a tight bear hug, I lifted her off the ground and pulled her close to me, releasing numerous pops in her joints. 

My arms weren't positioned properly and they slipped when I applied pressure to the tiny girl in my grasp, landing my hand squarely on her breast. A short gasp for her let me know she had noticed it too, with perhaps the same excitement that I felt. 

"Thanks, I needed that." She winked, and it was only then I realized; I was partially hard. I hadn't noticed before, but having Genevieve pressed up against me was more arousing than I thought. 

"Maybe she didn't feel it, I'm not fully hard." I thought to myself, barely convinced by my poor lying. The real questions now was; why did she seem to enjoy it?

A sharp whistle shredded my daydream apart. "Oi, you need help with your backpack, princess?" Tanner called to me from the deck before dipping around the corner out of sight with his garbage bag of clothes. 

Carson snickered from the trunk of his car as he pulled his suitcase out from under Lacey and Kelsey's mountain of luggage. 

"You laughing over there, Casanova?" I kicked a pebble at him. "Bet you had a great ride up, you ladies man, you."

He scoffed. "Hardly."

"What's you think of Kelsey?" I inquired, making my way to the back of the car to separate my stuff from Gen's. 

"I'm sure she's great, but her and Lacey talked the whole way up." He sounded like he was complaining. "I couldn't get a damn word in."

"Well then I think you just need a wingman to help you make friends, my dear Carson." My tone was growing more and more playful with every passing second, thanks I to the growing realization that I had almost no responsibility for the next few days. 

"Are you that wingman?" We grabbed two armfuls of stuff and trudged towards the cottage.

"No sir, that wingman is Mr. Jäger "The Poison" Meister." 

Carson's face soured. "Poison is right, keep that shit away from me. You and Gen can drink that swill."

"Your harsh words carry a sickness that only one mistress can soothe, the mistress of herbal-." 

"I'm not drinking your shitty booze, Jeremy." Carson opened the sliding door to the patio; a room with a skylight and walls made mostly of screen, with the exception of one side of the room. 

The view out over the lake was impeccable. I knew it would look better in the morning, with the sun in the perfect place, but even at night it looked spectacular. 

The walls of the cottage were wood, and generated most of its hear from a small wood burning oven in the middle of the bungalow. A kitchen was on the far right side of the cottage, with a couch in front of the wood oven in the middle, and a bigger couch in front of a tv on the left.

Between the kitchen and the oven, was a glass patio door that lead out to the screened in porch. Outside on the porch, was a round table with enough chairs to seat all of us, two lounge chairs that faced the lake, with reading lights behind them, and a beer fridge. 

We all rushed to unpack so we could start celebrating our arrival, but I knew I had buried my booze deep in my suitcase, so it would take a minute to dig out. 

I was in the room to the far left, by myself. Kelsey and Lacey were in the middle bedroom in bunk beds, with a bathroom between their room and the far right bedroom; Genevieve's.

Tanner had called his spot on the couch, so Carson was left to fend for himself on the floor. 

I could hear Tanner and Lacey already gabbing spastically while (what sounded like) pounding shots every time they came to a pause in conversation. They hadn't talked in months, and I knew they missed each other.

Carson shouted that he was going for a smoke, and I heard the patio door slam. 

Seconds later, I heard tiny footsteps coming down the hallway towards my door. I quickly straightened up my hair and shirt, reminding myself to act natural, like that ever helps. 

"Hey." Genevieve piped up behind me. I heard a sloshing noise. "You busy?"

I turned around to see her holding two glasses and a bottle of rum and slowly rocking it back and forth. She was now dressed in a dark purple sweater, with a white bow tied in her long, golden brown hair. 

Not to sound over confident, but I swear her eyes brightened when she saw me, and I'm sure mine did the same. 

"Uh, no, not busy." I stammered. She came in and saw down on the edge of the bed, pushing my suitcase to the side and patting the covers. 

"Then you won't mind joining me for a drink?" She chirped happily, unscrewing the lid to the bottle and filling both glasses an appropriate amount. Her tan, shapely legs were crossed one over the other and tantalizing to say least. 

I mentally pinched myself in objection to the thoughts I was having about how good it would feel to have those incredible legs wrapped around me. 

"I suppose I'll have to drink with you at some point this weekend." I sighed in feigned defeat. 

"Exactly!" She exclaimed, handing me a glass so we could clink them together. "Might as well start early." 

I slowly sipped my drink, unable to think of a reason to disagree with her. 

"Everything okay?" Gen asked, unaware of how perceptive she was truly being. I hadn't dropped any hints that I was upset, but she had noticed. 

"Fine, I guess. Probably fine." I muttered, swirling the amber liquid around my cup. When Gen didn't fill in the silence, I knew she was waiting for me to do it. "Allie hasn't texted me in, like, three hours."

"I'm sure she's-"

"With another guy, yeah. Me too."

"Jesus, Jeremy, I was going to say I'm sure she's alright." Genevieve scoffed at me, standing up. I could tell she was angry with me. "If you're so paranoid about her cheating on you, then you need to reevaluate your relationship."

She finished her drink and slammed it down on the dresser near the door, waiting for me to respond. 

"It's not like I enjoy not trusting her." I lowered my voice so our friends wouldn't hear us arguing. "But you know what happened last time."

"Yes, I do. But I also know you deserve better than a girlfriend who fucks the football team for fun." She snapped, fists balling up in rage. 

"It was one guy, Gen. We talked about it since then and we're the better now."

"You deserve better." She repeated, sadder this time. "We both know you do."

My phone started buzzing like a hornet in my pocket, but I didn't feel like being on the phone so I let it go to voicemail. 

Tanner called us from the other room and spanned us from our trace-like conversation. "You guys know we're all dying to drink, right?"

We didn't yell back for a short time, both soaking in the words left hanging in the air from our dispute. Gen managed a weak, yet genuine smile and reached for my hand. "Come on, let's go get fucked up."

I took her hand and pulled myself from the bed, letting our fingers cling to each other for as many seconds as we could before Tanner called us again, urgency ringing his tone. 

The two of us walked as close together as possible as we stepped outside to the porch, where the rest of our friends were already sitting and drinking casually. 

As soon as Carson stepped inside he was greeted with a beer, to which he gladly accepted. "We got a game going yet?" He asked, snapping the metal lid off his drink and tossing it into the nearby recycling bin. 

"We were thinking about beer pong." Kelsey chimed, devilish enthusiasm twisting in her words. "Unless Jeremy has any objections to the mess it might make?"

"Saying 'might' is a huge understatement." I groaned, stepping to the side of the small beer fridge and dragging a long, wooden table out from behind it. The legs locked into place as I set it up in the middle of the floor. 

"Well, get teams together." I raised an eyebrow towards Kelsey. 

Without having to mention my intention to Gen, she appeared beside me. "I think the host should get the first game," she began. "And naturally, he'll need a partner."

I doubt the sparkle in my eye was hard to miss, but Kelsey simply gave me a knowing nod and stood from her chair, grabbing Tanner by the arm. "Come on, loser, we're gonna trump these little bitches."

The game was set; Gen and Me against Tanner and Kelsey. I was nothing close to a professional at the game, but would've been happy to lose with Genevieve as my partner.

"Ready, champ?" She slugged my shoulder. 

The red cups were set up in a pyramid on both sides of the table, 6 cups per team. Tanner and I stared each other eye to eye as we both threw our ping pong balls without looking, with mine bouncing off the rim and his sinking perfectly in the beer filled cup.

"Shit." I cursed. 

"Calm yourself." Gen reassuringly placed her hand on the small of my back. "Losing means we get to drink more, and isn't that the objective?"

The game continued for a while, crowd support swaying back and forth to cheer for the underdog, as people love to do. 

Gen and I were on top for most of the game, but fell victim to a couple bounce shots near the end and lost the round. 

"To losing!" I sarcastically cheered, tipping my cup towards Gen's and tapping them together. 

By now, none of us were close to sober. We talked on the patio for a while, circled around the table like moths to a flame, huddling close together in the steadily declining temperature of the midnight air. 

Everybody had left momentarily at some point or another to grab a sweater, so we quickly turned from rambunctious partiers to somewhat less rambunctious, sweater bound chatter boxes. 

I knew I was the least drunk of all my friends, but I was keeping up with them. We'd done some serious damage to a couple cases of Stella, but barely made a dent in our collective alcohol reserves. 

Conversation topics were covered ranging from love life, or lack thereof, and hard times at school. Our little gang had been separated for so long, we'd let our stories build up in our mental reservoirs and were finally getting the chance to purge them.

After a particularly long tale, in which Carson explained how he ended up needing six stitches to the back of his knee, I saw Genevieve start to yawn. She covered her mouth in an attempt to hide it, and possibly made it look even cuter as she shook off her sleepiness.

Since we had gotten our sweaters Genevieve had been sitting much closer to me, whether for warmth or otherwise, and surprised me when I felt her fingers naturally intertwine with mine under the table.

We were converted by a massive blanket that spanned over four of us, so nobody saw our hands glue themselves to each other. My cheeks started burning, and it took everything I had not to lose myself in daydreams, but I held it together. 

"Tired?" I whispered when she yawned a second time, leaning in closer to her but keeping my eyes on Carson as he jumped into another story. 

"I think so." She replied, also making sure not to attract attention. "I think someone should help me."

In my skewed mindset, I hardly noticed the impact of her words and glazed over them like they were part of a normal conversation. "Why? You need someone to take you to your room?"

"No." She sharply responded, brushing her thumb over my hand as she increased the tightness of her grip. "I need someone to take me to bed."

My heart flung into my throat and I tried to gulp it back down, but was met with only dryness and a lump the size of a golf ball. The drink I was holding had run empty, prompting me to grab another. 

Maybe I was reading too far into her words, but the fact that my body had responded with a rush of blood to the lower half of my body gave me the signal that I was on the right track. 

"Can you take me to bed?" I could almost feel the nerves dripping from her voice, but it wasn't enough to hide the desperation. 

Panic rushed over me and I stood up. "We'll see what happens." I said with a shaky tone, stunned at the words that were coming out of my mouth. Did I just agree to having sex with my best friend?

It's one of THOSE weekends. 

Suddenly, I remembered that I had ignored a call earlier and went through my missed calls as I raided the cupboard inside for snacks for my hungry, drunk guests.

The voicemail queued up and I hit "1" to start it, unaware of the shitstorm I was walking into. 

It started normally. Quietly, but normally. Since my attention was half on my phone, and half on the snack situation, at first I barely noticed the moans on the other end. Once I was able to recognize them, however, I dropped the metal bowl of chips and let it bang against the floor. 

Kelsey came running inside and made eye contact with me, scanning my hollow eyes for a preemptive answer to the question she was about to ask. "Jeremy, what the fuck?"

"Allie." I choked out, nearly stuttering as I forced her name past my lips. 

Confused and concerned, Kelsey came up next to me and grabbed the phone. It had Allie's contact info on it, indicating that the message came from her, accompanied by undeniable groans, grunts, and slapping noises like skin on skin.




Big Things Cum in Small Packages Ch. 01



"Oh, Jesus." Kelsey whispered, closing a hand over her mouth and hugging me tightly. "I'm so sorry."

"She pocket dialled me." I was aimlessly talking to myself, hardly aware that Kelsey was even listening. I was trapped in my own mind and my thoughts were torturing me. "She pocket dialed me while she was fucking someone else."

***

I was slumped over on the couch in the TV room, drained of any energy that would permit me to stand up on my own. Genevieve was sitting next to me with her hand wedged in between my shaking hands. 

She'd been repeating "it's okay" for fifteen minutes, but her words were losing their enthusiasm as she slowly stopped believing them. 

For a while we had been silent. After her words of comfort failed to bring me out of my tortured mind, she gave up and took to quietly massaging my palms with her thumb. Her head was resting against my shoulder, rising and falling with my deep, concentrated breaths. 

Her other hand was sandwiched between my knees, rubbing my legs reassuringly. "You don't need her." She whispered, turning her head to face me and nuzzling her nose into my neck. Her eyelashes were fluttering against my skin and I could feel my nerves tingling at the sensation, praying for more attention.

Every word she spoke let her lips brush against my neck, sending shivers like lightning through my veins and sending my heartbeat into overdrive. I felt my shaking subside, allowing Genevieve's calming methods to subdue me.

"It's not your fault, Jeremy." I felt her kiss my neck and sit up, still unwilling to relinquish her grip on my hand. The impact of her kiss on my flesh was enough to give me palpitations in my pulse.

Maybe I was imagining it, or maybe it was wishful thinking, but as her lips pulled away from me I felt her tongue momentarily flick against my neck. Either way, my stomach started stirring like she'd awoke a fire in me that had been smoldering for far too long. "She gave you up because she didn't know what she had."

I knew she was right, but what concerned me the most was how instantaneously my affection dropped from Allie. Part of it was due to the breach in trust; I had never been anything but faithful to Allie, but I knew under that layer of hurt was relief.

Relief from the prison Allie had held me in for two years, and relief from the guilt I had been feeling over my feelings for Genevieve. 

We lost track of how long we were sitting there, but eventually Kelsey timidly approached us. "You okay?" She asked. Surprisingly, Genevieve didn't move away from me when Kelsey showed up. In fact, I would've sworn she held me even closer.

"I'm okay." I don't think anyone in the room believed my casual lying. Kelsey sat in the chair opposite to the couch. "Just pissed off."

"Not depressed?" There was both surprise and uncertainty in her question, and she was hiding a smile from me. "But we're waiting to drink away the sadness with you."

I wasn't feeling the depression I thought I would. The distance had put enough of a wedge between us that her finally slamming the door on our relationship didn't come as a shock, it was more of an untimely backstab. 

"I saw this coming." I muttered low enough that Kelsey had to lean in to hear me. "Just didn't think it'd be so soon."

Genevieve wrapped both of her arms around mine, stroking the inside of my elbow with her fingers. She was doing more speaking with her silent actions than she was with her words. Every small contact made between our bodies was pulling me further and further away from the dent Allie had put in my soul.

"Come on, we should get up." Gen pulled me to my feet and stood up beside me. "Sitting here won't make your girlfriend less of a slut."

I smiled briefly enough that Genevieve caught it and grinned back. "Ex-girlfriend." I corrected her. "The 'ex' part is important."

Our arrival back on the patio was met with soft cheers. Gen and I took a seat, hand in hand, at the table. Since we'd left, the rest of our friends had covered the rest of the table with empty bottles and plastic cups filled partway with amber or clear liquor. 

"Welcome back, bud." Carson handed me a beer with a solemn look on his face. "You know we're here-"

"Here for me. I know, guys." I interrupted. "Let's get it out there right now; I want to get fucked up this weekend, and no shitty break up is going to stop that."

"You're a visionary." Kelsey patted my back as she walked past me and took the last empty seat by the table. 

"A visionary with good friends." I raised my glass in appreciation. "Nay, great friends."

"Here, here!" Tanner and I knocked glasses and the rest of the group joined in. 

As it stood, nobody was taking note of the behavior change between Gen and I. Either that, or none of them had a problem with it. 

It only took another hour for us to decide to turn it in. But considering how exhausted all of us were, I didn't think we would've made it as long as we did. 

Once Lacey started drifting to sleep in her chair, snoring on and off, we called it a night and headed inside. The one bathroom we had to share was crowded to say the least, so I stood at the kitchen sink to brush my teeth.

I spat into the running water and switched the faucet off. With the window in front of me, I could see Kelsey was waiting behind me, her all-knowing smirk proudly displayed.

"Shit." I mumbled to myself, preparing for the confrontation to come.

"So," She said while brushing tediously. "You're single now."

Truthfully, any normal person would've taken that statement as brash. I, on the other hand, took it as Kelsey being her straight shooting self. Most of her words were carefully chosen, with little room for bullshit in-between. 

"Thanks for the reminder." I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "Any other observations you wanna make, detective?"

"Relax, spaz, I'm on your team, remember?" She pushed me aside and spat her mouthful of toothpaste into the sink. "You saw the way she was attached to you, right? That girl is crazy for you."

My heart jumped.

"You don't know what you're talking about." I responded, with more snappiness than intended. "She was just comforting me. You would've done the same thing.."

Even though I didn't believe that myself, I was doing everything I could to keep my protective front strong. 

"If I did, I wouldn't do it with such a dumb smile." Kelsey said. When I gave her the most confused look I could muster, she continued explaining. "On the couch, I mean. While she was 'comforting you' she had this obnoxiously happy little grin on her faces, and her eyes were closed the whole time. Dear girl was in heaven."

"So? That doesn't mean anything."

"True, true." Kelsey started walking backwards to her room. "But, it does mean something when they light up like stars every time she looks up at you." 

She tapped her her skull with her finger. "Think about it." And with that, Kelsey disappeared into her room.

***

My bed had an odd chill to it that rang like loneliness. The ceiling fan was swinging ritually and blowing my hair softly. Above my bed, the curtains were still open and swaying in the breeze.

The view outside the window here had always been a favorite of mine. There was a tree, a pine tree, towering over the right window. The branches were sparse enough that I could look through them and see the stars behind, continuing over to the left window where clouds passed overhead. 

All of the cottage was silent, the floorboards hadn't made a peep since we turned in for the night. I was finally beginning to pass out when I heard one of those same floorboards creak with the weight of tiny footsteps over them. 

Even in the darkness I could see my door open a crack, and a familiar head of golden brown hair poke its way in. "You awake?" 

I didn't want to seem too eager, so I took my time with my response. With the moon light casting it's brilliantly vibrant beans into the room, I could see the hopefulness

Reflecting in Genevieve's eyes, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, I'm up." I grumbled, making it sound like I had been asleep. 

Without asking for permission, she entered my room and shut the door behind her. "My room is kind of cold, could I stay in here tonight?" 

"Uh, sure. I guess." I stammered like a fool. 

"Sorry, I know it's last minute. I have a sweater somewhere, I think I left it in the car." Like a shadow, Genevieve floated over the hardwood floor and sat on the edge of my bed. I pulled back the covers and she slid in beside me.

Dressed in nothing but a tank top and tightly fitted cotton boy shorts, there was very little keeping Genevieve apart from me. I took note of the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra, giving her breasts free range to swing and bounce around when she jumped into bed with me. 

"That's better." She cooed, curling her knees up to her chest and shuffling as close to me as she could. I had one arm under her around her neck, and the other resting on the small of her back.

Her forehead was planted perfectly under my chin and I could feel the breath escaping her nose every time she released a gulp of air. She didn't seem to want to sleep; her hands were restlessly running up and down my chest. 

"Everyone seems to like you." I said.

"Good, I seem to like them too." She chuckled. We were enjoying laying peacefully in the stillness of time, until Gen's restless hands spread to the rest of her. 

Her hands ventured from my chest to my face, where she had started gently brushing her thumb over my cheek and caressing the back of my neck. Her little fingers were surprisingly nimble as they explored my skin, like she wanted every inch of me memorized. 

"They better like you, I need them to like you as much as I do." I was starting to carry the conversation as a formality, devoting most of my thinking power to how lucky I was to have this girl so close to me. 

"And how much is that, exactly?" She asked.

"A whole fucking lot." I whispered excitedly, kissing her forehead.

The tension between us was oozing, demanding to be fed with lust. I felt every passing second tearing down my will to downplay my affection, noticing every little detail in helping me make my move.

Every detail, like how I had now pulled Gen close enough to me that our chests were touching, and the stiffness of her nipples poking into me matched the hardness of my cock slowly inching up Genevieve's leg.

Every detail, like how she had warmed up when I rested my hand on her thigh, soaking in the softness of her smooth, tanned skin. 

Every detail, like how she'd wiggled her way up so her face was level with mine. Our noses were so close they were bumping together occasionally. 

Her breathing quickened, becoming deeper and more deliberate. "A whole fucking lot, like how much?" She asked again, daring me to push our boundaries a bit further. Seeing that my words weren't cutting it for her, I took another route to convince her. 

My hand on her thigh came to life, sliding slowly up her leg until my fingertips made contact with her shorts. Her gasp told me to proceed, so I pressed my hand flush against her skin and shimmied it upwards until I felt the tender, juicy globes of flesh being barely hidden by the thin fabric shorts.

"Like this much." I whispered, giving Gen's butt a firm squeeze at the same time I leaned my head towards her and pushed our lips together. She was whimpering happily, muted by our kiss.

With her hesitation now completely disregarded, she was having no trouble tightening her grip on my shoulders and digging her nails into me. My knee was wedged between her legs and I felt the unmistakeable waves of heat emitting from between her thighs. 

I had pulled her underwear tightly between her ass cheeks, making it look like dental floss trapped two thick, hungry melons. This was also pulling it tightly against her pussy, making it easier to leak the warmth she was giving off. 

"Wait." She begged, forcing her head away from the kiss with just barely enough effort to make it convincing. "We can't ruin our friendship on a rebound."

I let one hand wander away from Gen's ass, while the other stayed put, to brush hair away from her eyes. Our gaze locked together and I tapped our foreheads against one another. "It doesn't count as a rebound if I've been craving it for nearly 8 months."

"Just 8 months? That's cute, I guess that means I have you beat by at least 3 months, doesn't it." She gloated.

There was only one acceptable answer for her, and I knew it was a kiss. She agreed with me, rolling me onto my back with our second kiss still unbroken so she could straddle me.

"I've always wanted to do this." She leaned down and bit playfully at my neck, flicking her tongue like a whip at my earlobe. 

"You haven't before?" For a moment I thought maybe she would take offence to my tone of surprise.

"No, not with the man I want to." She kissed me again with a giggle. "But I'm working on changing that."

Our kissing became more aggressive, beginning with her dipping between my lips and begging for me to dance. I accepted her invitation and we began tangling our tongues together like a well rehearsed waltz. 

After so much time spent wondering what this moment would be like, actually being in it was overpowering. Genevieve was pouring her affection into me and I was returning it tenfold. 

My hands wouldn't release their position on her ass, and I knew neither of us would mind. I was giving her bum deep, solid squeezes, and rocking her back and forth steadily until we fell into a natural rhythm. The mounds of jiggling ass meat was like a pile of warm jello, forming around my fingers like beige foam as I sunk my digits into her skin. 

Every time I spread her cheeks open, she sucked in a breath of air in reaction to the cool, night air nipping at her exposed asshole. I knew Genevieve had never taken anyone there before, but something told me that this weekend would be full of 'firsts'.

"What happens if we do this?" Her nerves were getting the best of her, so I knew I had to talk her down. 

"Do what?" I asked coyly, trying to bring Gen back down to Earth long enough for her to get traction. 

"If we...fuck." The last word fell from her mouth like she wasn't ready for it. 

"Nobody ever remembers the night they caved to their 'ifs', Gen." I had my hands now moving towards the bottom of her shirt, already preparing to take it off. 

I kissed her again before finishing my thought. "Besides, I don't think either one of us have the willpower to say no to you right now; you've already made up your mind, babygirl."

The use of the pet name took Genevieve by surprise, flooding her cheeks with blood. "What do you mean?"

Amongst a constant stream of sloppy, hungry kisses, I let one of my fingers wander from Gen's shirt down under her stomach, in-between the two of us. Despite the look of uncertainty on her face, I pushed forward and dove under the barrier of her shorts.

Right away I could tell she was cleanly waxed as my fingers grazed over the bare bump of remarkably soft skin. I easily slipped a finger through the soaking wet folds of her slit, opening her up to spread her honey around.

Her clit nudged against my finger and her body tensed up accordingly. "Oh fuck, Jeremy." She gasped, arching her back. Past that, I circled my finger around the sticky opening to Gen's soaking wet hole.

One small push popped my finger inside, and immediately exposed me to the incredible tightness I was working with. Her groans were being dumped directly into my mouth as she struggled to find the balance between making out and grinding down on my palm, trying to get my finger into her deeper.

"Still wanna stop?" I knew I was being a tease, but when else would I have a chance like this? Gen mumbled something in response, but it was too low for me to hear it. "Come again?"

She raised herself to I could make eye contact with her, and grabbed both sides of my head to demand my attention. "I said fuck me, please? I begged you to fuck me." The juices flowing from Gen's peach were making it even easier for me to work another finger inside of her to accommodate her request.

I could feel her loosening a little, but contrary the vice-like grip she had on my fingers, the juices she was secreting were making it possible to work a third into her. Every passing second was showing me a different side to Genevieve; a side that I'd been fantasizing about for a long time.

Having her bear down on my palm, with both of my fingers fighting against the slippery walls constricting them, was doing nothing to quell the hardness in my pants. I was aching for her, and she knew it.

I knew she could feel how desperately hard I was, and she knew how desperately I wanted to fix it. 

A little hand, with surprising strength, wrapped it's fingers around my shaft and tugged at it. I was sure she could feel my heartbeat through my dick; my pulse was pounding like a jackhammer.

She was moving her wrist in time with our slow back and forth rocking, stroking my cock with a tight fist. After bringing me to my full hardness, she let go for a second to lift her hand to her mouth and dribble a dollop of spit into her palm.

Reaching back down between her legs, Genevieve applied the creamy concoction to my cock. The makeshift lube was warm and gooey, spreading plentifully over all the way down to my balls. 

The new wetness had made it easier for Gen to pump her fist up and down my thick, straining cock. Her grip moulded to every ridge of my cock, passing over every vein and milking the cum from my balls. 

The edge was fast approaching, and I was about to be thrown over it. "Is that good, baby?" She was starting to fall deeper into her role. 

I groaned in approval and she breathed a heavy sigh into my neck. "I'm gonna cum soon, Gen." I spurted out. 

With one last long, deep squeeze, Genevieve her grip on me and let my cock slap across my stomach. "In that case, we need to take a break." She kissed me playfully, leaving dozens of random little pecks over my lips and cheeks. "So you can recover, you know?"

Very slowly, the air was refilling my lungs and elongating my short, spastic breaths. "Fuck you, tease." I whined. "I was getting really close."

"I just figured you'd rather be somewhere else when you cum." Genevieve was slowing her kisses as she moved up to my forehead, and down over my nose. "Besides, I've been dying to show you what else I can do with my mouth besides kiss." She punctuated her sentence with just that: a kiss. 

Cue the involuntary stomach flip. "Well, if you're gonna be pushy about it." I choked out.

Nothing was holding Genevieve back as and slithered her way down my stomach, placing gentle kisses every couple of inches on her way. 

Further and further down she went, until she reached my boxers and hooked her thumbs in the waistband, yanking them down in one pull.

My dick sprang to life when given its freedom, and was met with a cheerful gasp and eyes as wide as saucer plates. 

"J-Jesus Christ." Genevieve muttered under her breath. She was on her knees between my legs, hunched over so her face was level with my waist. "You're lucky I like em' big."

Her hands were busy exploring me; one hand with its knuckles tightly clutching the base of my cock, while the other was rolling my balls around in its fingers like two precious, meaty stones. 

Watching Genevieve's little hands working their magic on my cock was escalating the speed of the butterflies ricocheting around my belly. 

My cock seemed massive in her grasp, even bigger so when she tried to eclipse it with both her hands, still failing to cover the last few inches from sight and leaving the tip exposed. There's was a hunger looming behind her eyes, and I knew it wasn't going to take any encouragement from me to get her on the right path.




Big Things Cum in Small Packages Ch. 01



With my shaft still trapped in Gen's two-handed hold, she shook hair out of her face and brought her lips mere centimetres from my dick. Her hot breath was tickling the underside, her fingers easing and increasing their pressure, giving me a deep massage. 

"I've always wanted to do this, too." She purred, not giving me a chance to question her before unleashing her velvety soft tongue against the tender head of my penis. Swirling her tongue around the bulb like she was trying to paint me with saliva, Genevieve made no effort to stop herself from drooling onto the pulsating cock she was playing with.

Both hands began pumping me slowly, while she locked the head in her mouth and dragged her tongue along the underside, letting every bump on her miraculous pink snake take a turn at rubbing against me.

I was released from her mouth with an audible pop, and groaned in discontent. She giggled and calmed my agitation by using her well trained tongue to flick mercilessly at my balls, sucking one large orb into her mouth and bathing it in spit. 

Her tongue slithered up the length of my pole, reaching the head again, still shiny with plenty of saliva, and licked it like she was trying to imprint the flavor of my precum into her taste buds.

Once I was cleaned of the pearly white syrup, all of which she'd swallowed happily without hesitation, Genevieve made it her goal to consume as much of my dick as she could. 

At first she had no trouble with it, and got at least five inches jammed down her gullet before I felt her gag in rejection.

"You don't want it that deep?" I asked, trying to shield the defeat in my voice. 

"The fuck I don't." Genevieve growled as she backed her head off of me, bobbing up and down a little bit before popping me from her mouth again. "I want those balls against my chin, got it?"

Her NEWbrashness was a surprising opposite to her usual playful personality. Genevieve had a deviant, slutty side that she needed sedated. 

The little trooper cleared her throat and gave her head a flustered shake, clenching her fists and breathing deep. "Come on, Gen." I heard her whisper, though I'm not sure I was supposed to.

She trailed her tongue from my balls all the way up to the purple, bulging head of my cock, which she swallowed whole with no problem. Again, she lowered her head down until she met resistance, gagging loudly. 

I shushed her and she flipped me off, gobbling another inch down her throat and purring in celebration. The buzzing throughout neck muscles was encasing more than half my cock in sticky, vibrating butter.

Seriously, I think my eyes rolled back in my head.

When I came down from my near pre-orgasm induced high, I took in the scene in front of me; Genevieve was bearing down with all her might on my cock, both hands dug firmly into my waist for support as she worked her head back and forth ever so slightly. With this method, she was slowly working her way down my whole length.

Every so often she would jerk her head up and gasp loudly, waiting as long as she could to release my bulge from her mouth, creamy with the many layers of slippery saliva coating it. 

The rhythm started to come second nature to her after enough practice, and she was down to the last two inches in no time. 

"Come on, baby, you can do it." I encouraged her, mostly because I could tell I was only a few seconds from having my cock completely deepthroated for the first time. 

She gurgled in approval and wiggled her nose, scrunching it up with determination and tightly sealing her lips around my cock. Like I was in a dream, time slowed down as I felt this last two inches of my cock disappear, centimeter by centimeter, down Genevieve's throat.

With the last breath she had, she throat fucked herself until she was close to passing out. Not because she wanted to for me, but she seemed to actually enjoy the feeling of having her throat stretched around my strenuously hard cock.

She threw her head back and regained her breath. "Fuck, I did it." She congratulated herself, giving the vibrant, bulging knob a sloppy kiss. "That was fun."

"That was incredible, Gen." My hands played with her hair as sane rose back to chest level with me, wiping the excess saliva from her mouth and applying it between her legs. 

"I know, sweetie. I was there the whole time." She pinched my cheek and leaned in to kiss me, mounting me like she had earlier and taking a hold of my well-lubed member. "Now, let's get that monster tucked away somewhere warm."

The head of my cock was being dragged through her slit, covering the bulbous crown in a generous coat of her juices. Sweet smells of kiwi and mango, from her hair, were mixing fluidly with the sweet, pungent aroma her kitten was floating towards me. 

She had only grown wetter since the blowjob, wetness she was now rubbing my cock through. Even though it was clear that with my spit covered cock and her dripping slit, we didn't need any more lube, Genevieve was still taking time to tease me before she let me have the main prize.

Her clit was an easy target for the slick, spongy tip of my cock. The small nub rolled around as she rubbed my dick again it, battering the sensitive button with concentration, searching for which technique gave her more shivers.

"I can't wait anymore." She whimpered, mashing the head of my dick against her clit and grinding on it. Genevieve raised her hips and straightened my cock up like a flagpole, lowering her hips down onto it with precision.

Her vagina stretched to accommodate the large guest forcing its way inside, but it wasn't causing her pain so much as it was giving her full body chills. "Oh fuck, Jeremy." She squeaked, sinking the head of my throbbing member another two inches into her eager pussy.

I asked her if she was okay, partially with real concern and partially with exaggerated confidence. By the sixth inch, she was starting to feel the girth and showed signs of her struggle to fit me, barely able to nod in response to me.

The endless warmth cocooning my cock in melted butter was quivering, giving hints as to how determined she was to bury me to the hilt in her pussy. The moonlight was catching perfectly on her scrunched up face, brow furrowed in an effort to distract her from the deep, internal stretching she was experiencing.

Before I knew it, I felt her drop the last few inches and bring her ass cheeks in contact with with my balls. 

She was wiggling her ass in all directions like a joystick, keeping my cock tightly locked in her embrace. Her taking me balls deep had surprised both of us when the spongy barrier of her cervix stopped me from pushing any further.

"How?" I gasped, pulling just barely enough letters from my brain to form a word, lost hopelessly in the all-consuming pleasure I was feeling. Truthfully, I didn't know where Genevieve was putting my cock, but I had a hard time believing her small, slender frame could contain 9 inches of engorged cock. 

"How what?" She panted back, taking the initiative to start a small bouncing motion. 

"You're little," I said, to which she giggled in reply before losing her breath again to another surge of excitement. "How can you fit all of me?"

"Because I'm so fucking greedy." She licked her lips and kissed me passionately. "And because I like a challenge."

Like she thought a demonstration would help, Gen drove her weight down and clapped her ass cheeks together with every bounce. She alternated this vigorous bouncing with deep, purposeful segments of gobbling my dick to her creamy depths.

Expertly working her body like a professional, Gen raised her butt up, with my hands glued to her ass the whole time, until just the head of my cock remained stuck inside of her. 

She was effortlessly gliding up and down my cock, hands planted on my chest with her nails scratching me uncontrollably. Instead of sitting up, Genevieve had lost the energy to hold herself upright after a few minutes of rigorous bouncing, and I had no doubt the after shocks of the hard pounding had given her weak knees.

Now, her boobs were pinned to my chest and ballooning outwards. The feel of her impeccably smooth breasts against me was like having two warm pillows pressed to me at all times.

The closeness had given me another great opportunity to play with her ass, which I had still not grown tired of and didn't think I ever would. 

Our bodies tangled together in a mess of limbs and sweat, grunts and juices. I found, amidst the chaotic love making, that my nerves were firing in a way I hadn't experienced since I first lost my virginity.

Being with Gen was like having sex for the first time all over again; I felt like a new person being shown the vast infinite reaches of space by a beacon of light, a hope for a future to come. 

In this moment, though, I was having a hard enough time simply keeping my balls from exploding, and I think Genevieve could tell. 

"Getting close, huh?" She whispered in my ear along with a few soft nibbles on my neck. Even through her calm exterior, I could tell that she was fighting for control of her body just as ferociously as I was, unwilling to give in to the animalistic lust."Better ask me if you're allowed to cum in my pussy."

Hearing those words spoken by her had never done anything to me, but in this context is was enough to nearly bring the remainder of my willpower crashing down. Unable to determine if she was just messing with me, and too horny to risk the chance that she wasn't, I went along with her game.

"Gen, baby, can I cum in your pussy?" I felt like an idiot for asking.

Half expecting her to laugh at me for actually begging for such a thing, I was pleasantly proven wrong when she ran her hands up my chest and looped them around my neck. "Yes, you fucking better, I've been waiting all night."

She ceased her bouncing and settled for a slow, tedious grind that started the cum boiling in my balls. The tingles sparked from the tip of my skull and jolted their way down through my limbs as the cream was pulled to the surface my Genevieve's milking technique.

Her grinding increased in pressure, bracing me aggressively against her cervix and scraping my cock against the cushiony, pink wall. "Come on, cum for me, handsome. I want it in my pussy, fill me up." Like I needed the encouragement, I felt the moment of orgasm like a long awaited release.

My body tightened up and my vision filled with twinkling stars. Genevieve's eyes were locked with mine, our noses pressed up against each other as I spurted the first rope of cum into Gen's patiently waiting hole.

Her breasts were flattened against me, and my arms holding her tightly, interlocked behind her back. 

A second stream of cum fired from my cock, splashing the hot load against the squishy walls of my little slut's pussy. She was holding all of it in so far, but a third and fourth jet of semen added to the pool I was dumping inside of her.

"Fuck, I can feel it." She cried, so loudly I had to silence her with a tight kiss. I knew what she meant; the cum that was bubbling around in her centre was hot and creamy, warming her up from the inside out.

The last few dribbles of cum were squeezed out of me in the grip of Genevieve's sucking tunnel, topping off the gooey mess she was left sloshing around in her tummy. She sighed happily, slumping against me and relaxing her muscles.

We were both quiet for a long time; Genevieve slid off my body and tucked herself up, burrowing into my chest and laying a hand over my body, rubbing my pecs lazily. 

I thought I would've been put off, emotionally maybe, by the aftermath of having sex with one of my best friends. Instead, all I felt was a desire to keep the vivid connection I felt burning bye tween us right now. 

"Gen?" I whispered softly, kissing the top of her head and inhaling the intoxicating smell of her hair. She was still breathing heavier than usual in recovery, and shaking in the chilly air with the covers tossed off of us.

I pulled the blankets back on and held her closer to me, cupping the curves of her body to shape it to mine. 

"Yeah?" She replied, sounding like she was seconds from sleep. 

"Are we okay?" I asked.

"Well, I don't know about you," she lifted her head to look up at me, puppy dog eyes gleaming brightly. "But my throat feels like it was just wedged open by a baseball bat, and I think my vagina is sufficiently drowning in cum."

"Sorry about that."

"I wasn't complaining, sweetheart." She rested her head back down on my chest, slowly becoming delirious with sleep. "Goodnight, handsome man."

Within a few seconds, I knew she'd fallen asleep. I couldn't join her, even though I knew I was dead tired. My thoughts were keeping my brain on a treadmill, leaving it exhausted but unable to quit. 

Nothing I thought I knew made sense; everything about Gen and my friendship was now shattered, and I had to pray that having sex with her wouldn't take me away from having her in my life.

If I messed this up, there would be a chunk in my life missing for a very long time. "Goodnight, Genevieve." I whispered, kissing her head again and tightly hugging her. It took a long time, but eventually I tired myself out with over thinking. 

I fell asleep with a smile on my face, and knew I would wake up just the same.



Big Things Cum in Small Packages Ch. 02



Note: Enjoy the story, and thank you all for your wonderful support!

*****

Sunlight filtered through the window, igniting chirps from the families of birds outside. The dim, yellow light struck my eyelids and pried them open, forcing me to face the day. 

I awoke with a grumble, rolling on my side to sit on the edge of the bed with my feet flat on the floor. 

Beside me, Genevieve still snoozed peacefully in a mountain of blankets with her face shielded from the sun by the sheets, leaving only her nose poking out. Her legs were splayed out on the mattress, twisted up in the covers and cocooned by their embrace. 

The night before played like a movie in my head. I remembered every minor detail, and had taken to playing them over and over again. My first instinct was to wake Genevieve up for round two, but I figured she could use a break from having her insides filled so mercilessly. 

She was purring in her sleep, lips turned upwards in a cute smile as though she, too, was vividly reliving the events from a number of hours earlier. 

Surprisingly, I didn't have even a shred of regret towards our spontaneous love-making. I wanted her to wake up to know if she felt the same way; the same excitement and nerves I felt every time I thought about fucking her again. 

I could hear somebody moving around outside my room; the wooden doors and thin walls didn't hide very much. After listening to the mysterious person bumbling around the kitchen, confusingly looking for something, I stepped out of my room. 

I'd thrown on an old pair of beige, flannel shorts and a white baseball tee with grey sleeves shirt, sporting "The Ghost Inside" in cursive on the front. 

Out in the kitchen, I could see Kelsey chatting quietly even Carson while he searched frantically through the cupboards. 

"Second one from the left, above the machine." I pointed to the cupboard as I approached, taking a seat beside Kelsey at the small, circular dinner table. 

The searching stopped upon his discovery of the coffee grounds. "You're an angel, Jeremy." He sighed, readying a pot under the machine to catch the drips of bitter, brown liquid. 

"How'd you sleep last night?" I asked Kelsey, fully aware that she'd gone to bed with an alcohol induced headache, and was likely to wake up with it still in full effect. 

"Not great, but I'm prepared to make up for it with a few day naps." She sipped from a water bottle nearby, which I hoped was hers. "How did YOU sleep?" 

There was a momentary glance between Kelsey and Carson, but I caught it just in time. 

"Fuck...you heard us?" I grumbled, resting my forehead on the table so I wouldn't have to make eye contact with my friends. 

"Damn right we did." Kelsey laughed. "Well, to be fair, Lacey heard you, but then she told us." 

"Lacey heard us too?" I hissed in annoyance, summoning her from her bedroom. 

Seeing as Genevieve and Tanner where still asleep, we moved to the patio where we could surround ourselves with the harmonious singing of birds in the trees, and the smell of fresh dew settled neatly upon the rocks down near the beach. 

Once we were secluded from the rest of the cottage, I demanded answers from Lacey. 

"I only heard because I was going to the bathroom." She explained, drinking from her coffee mug, which Carson had generously supplied all of us with. "It's okay, really, you guys sounded cute." 

Carson chuckled to himself. 

"Fuck off, Lace." I snapped, using my threatening tone to disguise the intrigue I felt. 

"Ooooh, fierce." Lacey clawed the air at me and snarled. "We would've noticed anyway; her bedroom door is wide open, and nobody's inside." 

They all glared at me with expectant faces until I caved. "Fine...she's in my bed." I rolled my eyes, leveling myself with my coffee in a slumped down position. "You guys are the worst." 

"We haven't even asked for the dirty details yet!" Kelsey cried. 

"And you can be certain we will." Carson added, getting up to go for a cigarette. He nodded at Lacey, inviting her out with him. 

While the two of them went out to smoke, I got a start on breakfast. Tanner's bed wasn't far from the kitchen, so I knew he would wake up shortly after I started banging pots and pans around. 

I didn't want Genevieve to wake up to rudely, so I went to see if I could start her morning more softly. 

Miraculously, she was still out cold when I opened the door. Her little snoozes were bouncing around the room, echoing in the small chamber. She wasn't fully snoring, but her intake of breath came in loud vibrations. 

She had commandeered all the blankets on the bed, curled up in a ball and draped with the comforter, sheets, and toss blankets that lay on the bed. I sat down next to her and kissed her nose, the only part of her face not completely eclipsed by covers. 

With a sniffle, she jostled herself awake and growled. "You better have a kiss waiting for me on the outside of this fort." 

"Grown ups don't make forts, Gen." I pecked her nose again. 

"Jeremy, I'm barely five feet tall. Do you think I get mistaken for a grown up very often?" The stubby princess lowered the walls of her fort and leapt to kiss me the first chance she got. I caught her in mid air and she laughed, linking her arms around my neck to keep her from falling back down on to the bed. 

She weighed next to nothing, so I easily picked her up, keeping our kiss locked, and waited for her legs to instinctively wrap around me. My hands were held together under her butt, keeping her supported as we kissed hungrily, biting lips and wrestling tongues in an effort to make out harder than we could. 

"You should wake me up like this everyday." She turned to placing her lips gingerly along my shoulder, making her way to my neck. "And in return, whenever I wake up first I can return the favor with MY mouth." 

"I'll make sure to sleep in late tomorrow, then." I teased back. 

"Maybe you should." She countered, licking her lips and revving my engine. 

"And who says I'm willing to share my bed again?" I pinned Genevieve against the wall and she lost her breath to a startled, excited gasp. "I like my space when I sleep, you know." 

"If you don't want more, just let me know." She faked a spout of apathy, taking a break from our kisses to check on her nails. "I guess that means you didn't like the teaser trailer." 

"Teaser?" My heart sped up. 

"Oh, honey, you think I'd let you see the whole package in one night?" She scoffed, giving my shoulders a reassuring squeeze. "We have so much more exploring to do!" 

Heavy footsteps came crashing down the hall, so I quickly dropped Genevieve to her feet and tried to act as normal as I remembered how. 

Kelsey came bounding through the door and caught us just as I was setting Genevieve down, struggling to shield my newly raging erection from my friend as she entered the room. 

"Good morning." Kelsey said to Gen, flashing her a knowing smile. "I was wondering why he was taking so long to wake you up." 

"What do you mean?" Genevieve was still an odd mixture of sleepy and horny, so she had reason to be a little out of the loop. 

Kelsey shook her head and waved off the question. "Never mind, just don't keep him too long; we need him to make us breakfast." 

"Oh, um...I." Unsure of whether or not we were supposed to hide us having sex from our friends, Genevieve lied out of impulse. "I was just in here getting more pillows for-." 

"Baby," I whispered, tapping her hand with the back of my fingers, fitting them into her palm and letting her grab a hold. "Hush." 

Kelsey was practically beaming with joy. "I'll be outside whenever you're done." She went to close the door, but paused just before it shut. "You better get her out quick though, Jeremy. Everyone is excited to get to know her." 

When she left, Gen spun around in a fury. "How do they know we're a couple?" 

"First of all; we're a couple now?" I asked. 

"Oh, baby, of course we are." She started getting dressed. "I didn't spend a year crushing on you just to fuck you once." 

Playing devils advocate, I pushed the boundaries. "And if I don't agree to this proposition?" 

"You don't have to say yes, if you don't want to. But you only get one for free, the rest cost a commitment." She knew I was only half listening as she stripped down to just her shorts, bending over to touch her toes as she slid it off. 

Looking back at me, she smirked coyly. "But all of this," her bottoms slid off her slender, toned legs and she placed her hands on her ass cheeks, spreading the mounds of squishy flesh and clenching her asshole tightly, winking it at me. "Is really hoping that you say yes." 

"How could I say no to that?" I repelled, really pondering the question. If there was a gun to my head I would've sooner cave to Genevieve's erotic display; I really didn't have the strength to refuse her. 

While I tried to regain my composure, Genevieve finished getting dressed. Out in the kitchen, Kelsey had started on breakfast but she didn't look like she knew what she was doing. 

"Need some help?" I asked the fumbling mess as she rooted through the fridge looking for something. 

"I need some eggs, dammit!" Kelsey never had a lot of time for patience, and even less time to learn how to cook. 

To assure she didn't end up cooking us eggshells with maple syrup, I hurried her from the kitchen and replaced her with Genevieve. 

Not that I didn't want to have Kelsey around, but I knew she appreciated the relief of duty to spend her time day drinking instead. 

"I'm already two drinks behind Carson and Lacey." She explained, rescuing a beer from the fridge and drowning half of its contents into her stomach. 

"Kelsey, you have a drinking problem." I jabbed sarcastically, putting an arm around Genevieve and closing the gap between us. "We're worried about you." 

"I haven't got a drinking problem," she had already finished the last half of her beverage and tossed it in the recycling bin. "I have a drinking solution." 

She left to join the rest of our semi-drink/hungover friends on the dock down by the water, where we could see them from the kitchen window. 

Only Genevieve and I remained in the cottage, with the exception of Tanner, who was still trying to shower away his headache and sore bones. 

"Where do we start?" Gen perked up, slicing through the air with an enormous knife. 

"We start by trying to keep all our fingers on one hand." I narrowed her eyes at her and she placed the knife down, blushing mildly. "Atta girl." 

"Just tell me how to help, jerk." She got up on her tip toes and kissed my cheek, making sure to put extra emphasis in her smooch. "Can't I just have cereal?" 

Her complaining wasn't getting her out of helping me cook, no matter how adorable her pout was. It took us about fifteen minutes until, we were humming along in a flawless rhythm. 

The two of us were working like a well oiled machine, cheffing up a storm in the small kitchen with impeccable efficiency. 

We already had the eggs done; mostly scrambled with a couple over easy as well, for the picky eaters. Besides that, we'd fried up more hash browns than we knew what to do with, sneaking a couple bites of the fried potatoes to fuel our cooking fury. Finally, we headed out to the BBQ to out the finishing touches on the meal with bacon and sausage. 

The whole time, Genevieve was standing a few steps behind me and eyeballing the BBQ timidly. I took the hint that she was new at cooking on a grill, so I grabbed her hand and overlapped our fingers. 

"Never BBQ'd before?" I asked her, noting the whites in her eyes growing larger as she approached my side. 

"Not really." She said, looking mildly fearful of the burning, crackling box. 

I handed her the tongs I was using to lay strips of bacon on the grill and motioned towards the blisteringly hot surface. "You try." I encouraged her. 

"Yeah right, I just got my nails done." She fibbed, backing up slightly when the thick plumes of hot air rose up from the barbecue and kissed her cheeks. 

"Bullshit! You don't get your nails done!" I cried, calling her bluff. "It's easy, watch." I demonstrated by placing a link of sausage on the barbecue. 

She followed suit, and pretty soon had put down all the bacon and sausage we had for the day. 

"Not so hard, is it?" I asked. 

"I wanna do more!" She chimed, waiting patiently for my signal to flip the food over and cook the other side. 

"That's the spirit!" I hugged her around the waist and planted a handful of kisses on her shoulder. "Every good girlfriend should know how to cook, just like every good boyfriend should know how to clean." 

"You're trying to turn me into girlfriend material?" She snapped the tongs near my ear and made me recoil in surprise. 

"I don't think you need much help with that." I smiled, making sure to consciously soak in the serenity of our perfect moment; leaves fell one by one from the trees, catching themselves in the lines nearby or drifting helplessly to the floor. 

A few feet away from the BBQ was a small forest, separating our cottage from the neighbors, where a small creek could be heard flowing casually over the rocks and twigs in its path. 

In between the tantalizing scents of fat and grease escaping from the barbecue, I caught wisps of Genevieve's perfume, which I pinpointed as an orange and cranberry concoction. 

"It's beautiful outside today." She remarked, gazing thoughtfully at the trees. 

"Yeah, it is." I grinned, staring long fully at her. 

Breakfast was served down on the dock on paper plates, and with plastic cutlery. Not that we didn't have real cutlery, or plates, but I didn't trust my semi-drunk friends to not break and/or lose our kitchen supplies. 

We finished making a blender full of Mimosas and headed down with platters of food, serving our hungry customers. 

"I need to get in that lake, man." Tanner sighed, sipping his fruity cocktail and clutching a handful of bacon strips. This marked the third time he had expressed his desire to go swimming, and I knew that I was moments from caving to his wishes. 

The sun was beating down relentlessly, but the breeze that tossed my hair around was a welcome feeling as it fluttered my loose clothing around like paper. 

"I hear you, man." Carson said from his position on the wooden dock, tanning on a giant towel beside Lacey. His large, black shades shielded his eyes from the sun while his off-white skin reflected the rays back at us. 

"Not you, pasty boy, you need to keep tanning." Kelsey flicked a corner from her piece of toast at him and landed it squarely in his belly button. 

"I think it's coming along nicely." Lacey said, propping herself up on her elbows. "You've gone from very white, to very off-white. It's a huge improvement." 

"Assholes, the lot of you." Carson swatted his hand at Lacey and she evaded it with a chuckle. 

With our meal essentially polished off, we got a plan together for the rest of the day. Everyone put their opinion in for how they wanted to spend time, and we put it to a vote. 

The tally was counted up and we were faced with two alternatives to sitting on the dock; go into town by boat and visit the shops that dotted the main road, or pack up our booze and trek off to "The Canyons". 

No, it wasn't a genuine canyon. It was a series of cliffs that overlooked the water, between 10 to 25 feet high, that my parents had taken me to when I was younger. 

I cast my vote for the cliffs, in the hopes that it would give Genevieve and I better chances to be together than shopping would. 

With a vote of 4-2' we trudged off to The Canyons with a cooler of beer and hard liquor in tow. 

The boat was a large pontoon boat with a carpet floor, which always caused a pain when we had to climb on board with soaking wet feet after a swim. A tarp covered the tip of the boat, but I made sure the plastic flaps were taken off the sides so we could feel the wind as we flew down the lake. 

An entirely separate cooler was packed with food and pop; to drink straight or mixed with spirits. We didn't feel hungry enough to need anything more than chips and dip for the trip (note the awesome triple rhyme), and unanimously agreed that the cooler space would be better filled with alcohol. 

It was roughly a twenty minute ride to our destination, most of which I was willing to let Kelsey and Lacey handle. The two of them were playfully shoving and pinching each other in the captain's chair, taking turns with the steering wheel. 

"They look cute together." Genevieve exclaimed, fawning over the affection being promptly displayed for us. 

"You make them sound like a couple." I said dryly, to which I received silence. "Gen?" 

"What?" She snapped into focus. 

"I said, you make them sound like a couple." 

"Oh, sorry." Her distraction was clearly shifted from the girls, to the endless walls of forest encircling the still, blue lake we were steadily boating down. Pines dominated the shoreline, popping up over hills of rock and dirt like mighty, green towers. 

We reached the cliffs a few minutes later and tied our barge to a tree jutting out from the rocks nearby. 

The water was still; there were no boats passing through, and we had enough cover from the high cliffs to keep the current to a minimum. 

All of us had bathing suits on already, so we stripped down to our swimming gear and prepared ourselves for a day of sun and beer. 

"How do I look?" Genevieve asked, in a tone other than her usual bouncy, confident self. Instead, she sounded cautious and unsure, like she wasn't dressing to just look good, but like she was dressing for me. 

Either way, when I spun around and saw her standing, arms behind her back, in a bright bikini, I nearly ripped a hole in my shorts. "You look...wow." I said, unable to find the proper words to explain her radiance. 

"Is that a good wow?" She raised an eyebrow. "I can change if-" 

"No!" I cried in protest, examining the short, beautiful girl. "You look gorgeous, Gen." Thankfully, nobody was paying attention to us so I didn't feel like we had to play it safe. 

The top half of her bikini was doing a lazy job of keeping her boobs from swinging back and forth as she swayed in the spot, toes pointed inward to display the matching vivid red nail polish she was sporting. Through the fabric, I could see her nipples starting to harden and poke out like little dimes. 

She bit her lip excitedly, but made no effort to cover up as I drank in the delicious sight of her breasts bumping against each other, fighting for the limited amount of space the bikini was providing. 

"You're sure I look okay?" She fumbled around with her tits, trying to get them to comply, but they continued jiggling until she finally gave up. "How about this side?" She turned around and stuck out her bum, moving her hips in a figure eight and looking over her shoulder at me. 

I was breathless, speechless, and horny all in a matter of seconds, and she knew it. Her bubble butt rippled like a freshly disturbed pond when she smacked it lightly, barely enough to make any sound. Even that small touch had her round, juicy globes begging for more attention. 

Tiny goosebumps were covering her bottom, contrasting the tanned surface of her smoothly toned ass with the thin, red floss she'd pulled tightly between her cheeks. 

She grabbed a greedy handful and slowly spread herself open for me, just barely enough for me to catch a glimpse of the bikini hidden by her plump ass. 

It never ceased to amaze me how such a petite girl could be packing such an incredibly large, shapely butt. It hardly fit to her slender frame, but I sure as hell wasn't going to complain. 

If we were alone, I would've jumped her on the spot. Unfortunately, our friends were currently ascending the rocks to jump off, leaving us alone and shielded by the cover on the boat, for now. 




Big Things Cum in Small Packages Ch. 02



She tugged the bottoms from the grasp she had on it, and fixed them so they actually somewhat covered her. My disappointed groans only served to make her giggle. 

"Sorry, sweetie." She pranced over and kissed me, holding on to my shirt and balling her fists up in the cotton. "But this ass is for your eyes only, got it?" 

"Got it." I rushed the words out so I could spend less time on talking, and more time on kissing her back with just as much passion as I had the night before. 

I could hear Carson arguing with Tanner up on the rocks, so Genevieve and I joined the rest of our group on the high rocks. We were at least ten feet above the water, and the drop down looked ominous. 

"I'm serious, man, you can go first." He shoved Tanner lightly, making him scream like a child. 

"Don't shove me, dick!" Tanner socked his friend in the arm. They would've undoubtedly devolved to a shoving match if Kelsey hadn't stepped up. 

She and Lacey perched themselves at the tip of the rock and peered down. Lacey's white hair was tied back with an elastic, while Kelsey let hers breathe. The two of them held hands, trying to find comfort among the over rambunctious boys. 

"Do you think we're ready for this?" Lacey asked, squeezing Kelsey's hand. 

"Let's find out." Kelsey smiled back warmly, a feature I didn't see in her very often. 

Neither of them looked ready, but they both looked happy, and took the plunge together with an ear piercing shriek. They stayed under the water for a second before swimming back up to the surface. 

"Are you alive?" Tanner called to them, likely more concerned with his own safety than theirs. "Are there rocks down there?" 

"There are rocks everywhere, you pussy." Kelsey yelled, pointing to an unopened beer sitting on the rocks beside us. "Whoever throws that down gets to share my weed with me tonight." 

Despite their fear, Tanner and Carson had no issues scrambling to be the first one to grab the can. With lightning fast reflexes, Genevieve snatched it from the ground and lobbed it into the water. 

"Better luck next time, boys." She blew them a sarcastic air kiss and they pretended to swat it away. 

"We have a winner!" Kelsey cheered.

"I like her, Jeremy. She's feisty." Tanner winked and jumped backwards into the water. When he resurfaced, he was met with cheers from the girls. 

Carson summoned his courage and dove in right after him, shouting something about the last person in the water having to be the 'beer bitch' for the weekend. 

At the edge of the cliff, I clutched Genevieve's quivering hand. The splashing and laughing below us was too inciting to pass up, but I could see the intimidation of the height starting to get to her. 

"You okay?" I asked, nudging her gently. "We don't have to go in, you know. We can sit on the boat and drink." 

Surprisingly, she laughed at my recommendation. "I can get shit faced anywhere I want." 

"Movie theater?" I asked. 

"Done it." 

"Mall?" 

"Hell yeah." She said, noticing my raised eyebrow. "What? You've never been drunk shopping?" 

"I'm a guy, so I rarely even go shopping when I'm sober." I said. 

She stuck her tongue out at me and stepped closer to the ledge, quietly counting down from five under her breath. I didn't hear the countdown until she was already at 2, but by then she had already made her mind up. 

After she reached one, we leapt from the ledge and plunged down to the cool, refreshing water. Air bubbles circled around us like a swarm of bumblebees, shooting off in all directions as they rocketed to the surface. 

There was very little light underwater, and the only thing I could see was Gen's bright red bathing suit facing me. I only realized we were still holding hands when she made her way upwards, pulling me along with her. 

"That was awesome!" She enthusiastically cheered upon regaining her breath. "We need to do that again." 

"Here, here!" Kelsey raised her beer in a toast, then noticed she was the only one drinking. "You guys need to step your drinking game up, for real." 

"We can't ALL be high-functioning alcoholics, Kelsey." I said, treading water. "Then you'd have nobody to hold your hair back." 

"Bitch, please. I hold my own hair back." She brushed me off and dove under the water, holding her beer can above her head so it didn't get wet. 

My body slowly warmed to the water, until I got used to the chilly temperature. Genevieve had been swimming close to me, never straying more than a few feet away. 

I noticed the same closeness developing between Lacey and Kelsey; they rarely separated themselves and had spent most of their time talking between the two of them, even when it caused them to float away from the rest of us. 

Their giggling could be heard echoing around The Canyon, so we left them alone to explore the various small islands made of rock that lay abandoned around the alcove. 

I had almost completely forgotten about Allie; her cheating on me was nothing more than a blip in the past, and that was both exciting and frightening me. Without Genevieve, I would be a bumbling mess right now. 

After spending two years with someone you love, having them betray you like that is emotionally devastating. 

All the compassion I once had for Allie was slowly seeping into my vision of Gen; she was smart as hell, funny enough I could talk to her for hours, and beautiful beyond any words I could find to describe her. 

She caught me staring longingly at her and returned the crooked, half smile I had on. "You okay?" She asked. 

I nodded and widened my grin. Every moment I spent with her was dominated by my nerves. I wanted to be perfect for her, to make her as happy as she was making me, to keep her close to me as often as I could. 

It had been close to two hours since we got in the water, with plenty of cliff jumping in between, and we were all growing tired. I offered to drive us back and take us into town, hoping at least one person in particular would come with me. 

"Is there ice cream in town?" Kelsey called to me from the water, where she and Lacey were still swimming. The rest of us had retired to the safety and warmth of our towels on the boat, listening to music playing over the speakers and talking about what we would do in town. 

The girls swam up to the side of the boat and climbed on, keeping their feet in the water and wrapping each other in towels. 

"There's ice cream, alright." I said. "Biggest and best ice cream you'll ever have." 

"How can you have big ice cream?" Genevieve asked. "Ice cream is as big as you can scoop it, right?" 

I flicked her arm. "I just mean they give big scoops. Everyone's a critic." 

Before we went into town, we needed a dry change of clothes and, a few of us, needed a nap. The ride back to the cottage consisted of less partying and more huddling under towels so our wet clothes wouldn't get cold and stick to our skin. 

When we got back, we unloaded the coolers and dragged our tired bodies off the boat. 

"Just give me a half hour." Tanner begged. "All this drinking makes it hard to keep up with so much activity." 

"You can have as long as you want, we'll just go without you." Lacey said teasingly. 

Everyone retired to their rooms for a bit, with Tanner and Carson taking spots on the couch and recliner, respectively. We could hear them snoring seconds after they plopped themselves down. 

Lacey and Kelsey wasted no time in shuttling themselves away from us, both exhausted from the events of the day, and the weariness brought on by their heavy drinking. Being that the two girls were small in stature, it didn't take much for them to get drunk. 

My bedroom was only lonely for a few minutes before I heard familiar footsteps racing to my door. Without knocking, Genevieve threw it open and stepped in, closing it behind her. 

Although I was driven mad earlier that day by her revealing bathing suit, something about her current outfit was turning me on just as much. 

Since nobody else was awake, to her knowledge at least, she'd been very risky with her choice of clothing, considering she could've been seen as she walked to my room. 

Her hair was let down, dry at last, and shimmering elegantly around her face. Her top was an old, oversized t-shirt she likely wouldn't have been caught dead wearing in public. It was white, with a couple holes in it, giving me little peaks at her skin underneath. 

My balls tightened when I realized she hadn't bothered putting a bra on, something I noticed when the holes in her shirt passed over her breasts. Below that, she'd put on blue, cotton pyjamas with white polka dots on them. 

"Miss me?" She cooed. 

I was lying on my bed in black boxers, anticipating Genevieve's arrival. "Of course I did, it's been a whole ten minutes since I saw you." 

"Seven and a half, but who's counting?" She swayed over to my bed, building the anticipation in my gut. Standing beside my bed, she bent over at the waist and kissed my exposed chest. 

She moved to climb on top of me, like she did last night, but I pulled her down to the mattress. Gen squeaked gleefully, but let me position her under me however I wanted. 

Her legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me against her, my cock already growing harder by the second and pressing against her. The cotton barrier between my raging hardon and her pussy was thin enough that I easily felt the warmth secreting from her.  

I kissed her intimately, placing both my hands on her hips and grinding my cock into her clit with as much force as I could muster. She was whimpering helplessly, losing herself in careless pleasure, toes curling and fingers digging into my shoulders. 

Like a flash of light, she whipped her shirt off and tossed it in a bundle on the floor. "We won't be needing that, right?" Gen asked, winking between long, drawn out kisses. 

Words wouldn't have given me the response I needed, so I let my hands do the talking. 

Her breasts molded to my grip, spilling between the cracks in my fingers as I squeezed her boobs tenderly. My heart was racing, and I realized that I could feel her heart beating just as madly even through a handful of thick, squishy tit meat. 

The attention to her chest was hardening her nipples exactly how I wanted it to, making them stick out enough to jab into my palms and beg to be played with. 

Not one to ignore clear signs like that, I kept one hand filled with her soft, heavy melon while the other changed its method. My fingers, starting with my nails, traced their way up and down her breast. 

Every time I passed over Genevieve's nipple, I lingered just long enough to gently flick it back and forth with my thumb and pinch it enough to get her to moan enthusiastically in response. I rolled the small, pink nub around in my fingers and pulled it gingerly, releasing it and letting her breast jiggle from the weight her plump breast. 

We were grinding in such a perfectly synchronized way that I didn't have to waste time thinking about what to do next; my body was on auto pilot and it was taking what it wanted. 

Her eyes had closed when I moved on to affectionately massaging her chest, and they hadn't open since. Her mouth, however, was slightly agape whenever I pulled back from a kiss. 

She was starting to find trouble in focusing on making out, so I let her succumb to the waves of tingling ecstasy and put my mouth to work on her neck. 

I used my lips to nip at her neck, letting my tongue slip out and dash against her skin very so often. My kisses were like invisible stamps trailing their way down to her chest. 

My teeth grazed over the rubbery texture of her nipple, biting down just enough to leave a small impression in the surface. I sucked the button into my mouth and circled my tongue around it before giving the pink nub long, powerful licks. 

Genevieve's arms were joined around my neck, never letting me pull too far away from her even to catch my breath. Harmoniously, and without a word between us, we went from harmlessly kissing to desperately horny. 

Pulling her arms from my neck was like tearing apart two magnets, unwilling, and fighting to keep their hold. I knew what Genevieve was doing even before she reached down and looped her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts, raising her legs up in the air at a ninety degree angle and lifting the pyjamas off. 

Like her shirt, the shorts fell in a useless ball on the floor. Having her completely naked underneath me was sending enough blood to my cock that I figured my brain had to be missing some by now, which the dizziness served to confirm. 

More than likely, it was the intoxicating aroma floating from between her legs that was causing my head to spin. In the revealing light of the sun, I was given a new look at her vagina and my breath was taken away faster than I had time to react. 

The small slit was glistening with juices, slick from top to bottom and convulsing mildly in impatient desperation. I couldn't help but pull her lips apart, slowly peeling open the sticky, bright pink petals. 

I spread her wide enough to introduce her clit to the air; cool in comparison to the endlessly cozy heat of her kitten. 

I was excitedly pushing my fingers through the slippery honey, lodging my middle finger inside of her up to the last knuckle and wiggling it around until I found her g-spot. She spasmed in reaction and took a few seconds to settle down again. 

A second finger slid in just as easily and just as deep, making her pussy stretch a little more to accommodate them. Somehow, I knew we were both thinking the same thing; if she was gonna take my cock in that little hole again, she'd have to stretch a whole lot more. 

Whether she meant to or not, Genevieve was bearing down on my hand in such a way that she was getting my fingers to dig perfectly against her inner switch, but also expertly mashing the base of my palm against her clit. 

The contorted look of concentration and euphoria on her face was unforgettable, and only served to stiffen my painfully hard dick. My boxers whipped off in a flash, wasting as little time as possible. 

We didn't know how much longer everyone would be asleep, and there was no way she was walking out of my bedroom without getting at least one hole filled with cum. The best part was that we both knew that was true, and I was getting ready to prove it. 

"Hurry up, God dammit." She demanded hastily, keeping her legs raised to her head. 

I was as tempted as she was to jump headfirst into sex, but I couldn't resist the urge to continue exploring her body while I had the chance. 

Since she had teased me so ruthlessly in her bikini, I knew taking my time now would serve to give her the same cravings that'd been on a low boil in my stomach all day. 

Her eager whining was like sweet music on my ears, but I wanted to see if I could manipulate the symphony even further. 

Our bodies were close enough that my dick was prodding at her muffin, pushing the inflated crown through her wetness and sliding the bulge into her as achingly slow as I could. 

By now, she was aware I wasn't in a rush, but that didn't stop her from encouraging me to speed up my advances. 

Plenty of juices had trickled down from her peach and pooled between her butt cheeks, giving her asshole a slick, smooth feeling to it when I brushed a finger over it. Genevieve gasped in surprise, but not in protest. 

"Jeremy..." She timidly whispered my name, breathlessly forcing my name out. She was as nervous as I was excited, but didn't stop my finger circling the tight, wrinkled hole. 

I recalled a story she told me a few months ago when she'd tried anal for the first time and it ended in disaster; for such a small girl, her asshole was remarkably tight. Back then, she told me, the pain had been too intense and felt like it was ripping her in half. 

"I got carried away." I said, still keeping my finger pressed against her tiny hole as it slowly began to give way to the pressure. 

When the first knuckle slid in, I felt her constrict in reaction. "I don't know if I'll be able to take it, baby." She grumbled sadly, pausing before taking a deep breath. "But I want to try." 

No more convincing was needed. My finger worked its way patiently into her deeper and deeper, clawing at the pliable, squishy walls of her asshole and dragging out a series of unfamiliar groans. 

"You okay?" I asked, not removing myself from her clutches. Even if I wanted to, the further I sank into her bum. It was a completely different feel from her vagina; tighter, but stretchier at the same time, like an elastic that was urging me to push its limits so she'd be able to fit my cock. 

"It hurts." Gen squealed, resisting when I withdrew my finger an inch or so. "That doesn't mean stop, okay? I know it's gonna be painful." 

"You do?" I was half paying attention. 

"With that monster? Fuck yes." Her little feet were crossed over each other straight up in the air, and her hands stuck themselves to her bubble butt, pulling her cheeks apart so I could slide my finger in and out faster. "But I can take it." 

If she hadn't been so wet, it would've been impossible to work another finger into her, but the creamy depths of her asshole were steadily making it easier. When I forced another finger inside of her, I felt the small ring pulling me in greedily. 

"How do you know you can take me?" I wasn't so much questioning her to get her mind to change, more so that I wouldn't break the poor girl. 

"I've never been this wet before." Gen admitted happily amid heavy breathing. "Fuck, your fingers actually feel good." 

She was more surprised than I was, and unless I was misreading it she was excited to see how far I would take this. Little did she know; I was ready to take it all the way. 

With her bum spread for me, anxiously awaiting my next move, I took advantage of Genevieve's impossibly plentiful wetness. It coated my cock like warm butter, saturating my shaft and making the head shine. 

"I'm ready." She cooed, biting her lower lip and gazing up at me nervously. I poked the tip of my cock against her lubed up asshole, dipping half of my knob into her butt. "Fuck!" 

My hand instinctively shot up to silence her, covering her screams so she didn't wake the whole cottage. Her eyes were panicking a little bit, and based on the excruciating tightness I was fighting against I guess it was because she was struggling with her small size battling my thick dong. 

She closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath before nodding, insisting I go further. With another deep, forceful push, I wedged the rest of my bulging cock head in Genevieve's ass. 

I didn't expect her to take it so well; her eyes rolled back slightly, fluttering rapidly with every inch I eased into her. Both my hands were needed to maintain my leverage over Gen, so I took the gambit of removing my cover from her mouth. 

Like she was a seasoned expert, she sealed her lips and relaxed her muscles, making it easier to dive into her another two inches. More than half my dick was nuzzled in her butthole, and the warmth surrounding me like a vice was already stirring the cum in my balls. 

"Holy shit, Gen." I muttered, pulling back an inch to allow her time to recover before I bottomed out. 

"Deeper." Was all she could say, and even that she had trouble getting out. 

As per her wishes, I repositioned the doll like girl so she was angled up off of the mattress, making it possible to push myself as deep into her bum as I could. My balls tapped against her marble smooth skin, and I felt them buzz. 

Genevieve was gasping silently, making an 'O' shape with her mouth and furrowing her brow. Even still, the lines beside her eyes told me she was smiling as well, in love with feeling her ass stretched to its limit. 




Big Things Cum in Small Packages Ch. 02



The velvety soft walls of her ass were scraping every tiny bump and ridge over my cock, squeezing it like it was trying to milk the cum out. I moved my hips up and down, stirring her insides with my meaty dick. 

"Fuck yes, baby. Pound me, hard." She begged, lifting her hands up her chest to tweak her nipples. Maybe she sensed my anticipation, because she reassured me; "I told you I like a challenge, didn't I? I can handle him." 

Hearing her refer to my pole as a "him" sent a shiver from my head down to my balls, tightening them up and prompting me to take her anal virginity however I wanted to. 

Pulling out halfway, I let her regain composure to prepare for the push back inside. Her creamy oven greeted me greedily, swallowing the entire length of my cock all at once. 

I let her relax one more time before doing what I'd been doing in my head over and over again for months. 

Fucking Genevieve in the ass. 

I raided my hips up, then slammed them down and filled Gen too the brim again. Her quiet, breathy moans timed themselves with my pumps; every time my hips made contact with her bum, she narrowed her brow and squeaked softly. 

Her ass was like a cauldron of bubbly syrup, bathing my pulsing cock in her concoction. The deepest part of her was the warmest, and if we had an x-ray I swear to God you'd see me in Genevieve's tummy. 

That deep, gooey center was boiling the engorged, purple helmet buried to the hilt in her back door. When I pulled back from the creamy oasis, it would tighten up like I'd never reached that point, only to be disturbed once again when I went balls deep. 

The bed was rocking back and forth with our fucking, squeaking as it shifted back and forth. 

"Oh, Jeremy, I can feel you here." Gen cheerfully patted just below her belly button, licking her lips. 

The edge was fast approaching, and frankly I wasn't sure how I was still hanging on. 

Genevieve tightly tucked her feet behind my back and dug her heels into my butt, wrapping her arms around me and holding me closely as I pounded her. The two of us ground together and found a matching pace, mirroring each other's movements to ensure I didn't slip from Gen's asshole until I filled her. 

I felt my whole cock ripple with pre-orgasmic waves, and Genevieve felt the telltale signs of her favorite part of sex. 

"Are you close, sweetie?" She purred in my ear, licking up my the name of my neck and fluttering her tongue against my ear, accepting my deep grunt as a yes. "I wanna feel it fill me. So cum hard, okay baby?" 

I nodded my head vigorously, not slowing my strokes even as I felt myself approaching the edge. Genevieve clenched her bum as tightly as she could, giving my cock a hot, sticky, messy massage. She clung to my dong like plastic wrap, dragging the cum out with desperation. 

No longer holding back, I let my orgasm take control. 

I convulsed with the first two spurts of cum; they felt like two thick splashes firing from a hose, powerful enough that the shock of having her insides plastered made Genevieve jump. 

That only served to make the next three ropes of cum that much thicker, sticking to her gaping walls and building up like a gooey, white mess. With the last few seconds of my orgasm raging over me, Gen took over the grinding and made sure she gobbled up every last drop of cum. 

My dick fell from her ass with a pop, barely giving her time to get her hand placed under her open asshole to catch the cum that spilled out. The pearly white, sticky liquid clung to her fingers. 

With a devilish grin, she raised her hand to her mouth and sucked off the strings of syrup dangling from her fingers. "Yummy." She blew me an air kiss. 

Her butt refused to close, showing signs it had taken a rough beating. Cum was dripping slowly from her hole, pink and raw from the abuse she'd been put through. 

Used and battered, she spread her cheeks like before and tightened her ass back up, pinching out a drop of milky, glossy cum. With the leaky hole finally plugged, Gen scrambled to her knees and bent over, grabbing my shaft with both hands. 

"You have no idea how much I love this thing." She whispered, sliding her lips over the slimy head of my penis and slurping off the mixture of cum, and juices from Genevieve's ass and pussy. She pulled back and licked her lips, not wanting to waste any of the sweet and salty concoction. 

With hungry passion in her eyes, she bobbed her head back down onto my cock, swallowing it halfway in one thrust before gagging sloppily and adding more saliva to my already drenched cock. 

Her hand continued stroking the whole length, squeezing her little fist in a tight ball and pumping the rock hard pole with all her might. Naturally, her mouth latched onto my balls and nursed them gently, her hand moving in the opposite manor with smooth, quick tugs on my dick. 

Only when she was convinced she'd cleaned my thoroughly did she finally settle down, swallowing whatever was still in her mouth and falling back on the bed. 

She'd burned up the last of her energy, and needed the power nap we were supposed to be having anyway. The small, naked girl barely took up half of the bed, looking like a portrait of a pornstar; her breasts were red from the tough squeezing, and her nipples still remained hard as nails. Her hair was a hot mess, tangled up in a brown hurricane. 

Not one to leave the girl to sleep alone, I slid in beside her and looped an arm around her neck, resting her head on my chest. 

"You okay, Gen?" I asked, kissing her forehead. 

"I'm great. But my ass...not so much." She reached a finger behind her and tenderly prodded at her sore spot. 

"I didn't mean to hurt you." I half lied. 

"It's a good pain though, so it's worth it. Plus I'm in love with how your cum feels right now." Genevieve wiggled her butt and sighed at the feeling of the hot, frothy semen sloshing around inside of her. "Think we could take a ten minute nap? If we're supposed to walk around town later, I'm gonna have some trouble." 

"You'll be okay, you're a tough little soldier." I said, feeling sleep begin to grip my eyelids.

Gen didn't have anything left to fit the sleep with, and she slipped into a world of dreams within a handful of seconds. 

I was close behind, thinking intently about how we still had an entire few days ahead of us, and I had enough cum left to keep Genevieve happy for the rest of the trip. "Goodnight, baby." I whispered, drifting off to the melody of Gen's light, angelic snoring. 

I knew two things for certain; everything I had ever known about love vanished into thin air, and I was in love with Genevieve.



Big Things Cum in Small Packages Ch. 03



Note: Thank you to anyone who read the first 2 chapters for all for your incredible support and feedback, I hope this chapter lives up to expectations. If you haven't read the first two, I hope you still love this chapter. Enjoy!

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A crisp breeze flowed across the wooden patio, tussling wisps of Genevieve's hair and tossing the strands around like strands of gold. All around us were dark green pine trees, lending their sharp scent to the fruity aroma of Gen's perfume.

Outside on the porch, sitting around a picnic bench, I was enjoying an oversized serving of ice cream with Kelsey, Lacey and Genevieve. 

There were tons of other people walking around us, some stopping by the shop for a bite, others bustling by each other on the sidewalk with their kids. 

Ever since I'd slept with Genevieve, I saw the world through a brighter filter. Sounds were sharper, colours more vivid, and every touch between us tingled the hairs on my neck.

We had been gone for an hour or so, but it felt like we hadn't been back to the cottage for days. Time slowed down around Genevieve so I could appreciate every word she spoke. In no time at all, we became so hopelessly lost in the cadences of each other's voices.

"You missed some." I said to Genevieve, kissing her nose and sucking off a drop of chocolate ice cream. 

She blushed a light shade of pink, biting her lower lip. "Thanks, baby." She blew me an air kiss and scooped up a tiny dab of ice cream onto her finger, smearing some on my cheek. "You missed a bit, too."

"You two are nauseating." Kelsey groaned. "In a cute way, yeah, but it's still nauseating." 

"Agreed." Lacey grumbled. "Adorable, but it's starting to make my stomach churn."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm glad you two are so moved by us." Even their exasperated sighs weren't enough to keep me from closely holding Gen in the crook of my arm. 

Her body was tucked against mine with her head resting firmly on my chest. Every lungful of breath she took was letting her small frame rise and fall in perfect unison with my breathing. 

"This ice cream is going right through me." Lacey said, finishing off her cone in one large bite. 

"Is that something people usually complain about?" I asked. "Alcohol is supposed to 'go right through you', but ice cream? I don't think so."

"You're the worst." Lacey glared at me, standing and throwing a balled up napkin at me. She gave Kelsey an expectant look. "I'm going to the bathroom, okay?"

I knew the silence was inevitable, but Lacey still waited for a response. It took a second for Kelsey to get the hint, but when she did she was quick to shoot it down. "Oh, no, I don't buy into that cliché."

"What cliché is that?" Lacey crossed her arms.

"You're a big girl, you can go to the bathroom on your own." Kelsey teetered on the edge of sending Lacey into a rampage, but she instead calmly tied her flowy, white hair back in a ponytail and flicked Kelsey in the ear. "What the hell was that for?"

Lacey stuck her tongue out. "For being a twat."

Gen insisted she had to go to the bathroom too, though it was likely to do little more than reduce the tension, but Lacey went with her anyway.

Now that I was finally alone with Kelsey, I knew I had a small window to discover what she really thought of Genevieve. The best way to do that, I figured, was to be sly about it.

"So, Gen's pretty cool right?" Smooth as always, Jeremy.

"You're really nervous, huh?" She laughed, knowing I wouldn't be able to sit right until she liked Gen. "She's cute, that's for sure. Definitely your type."

"What's my type?" I lowered my tone to try and mask the eagerness in my voice.

"If I had to guess," She gave a quick glance around to make sure nobody was listening. "I'd say you like sexy little firecrackers, under five and a half feet that can swallow your dick whole in one try."

"Jesus, Kelsey, does your crudeness have a cut off?"

"Not that I've been able to find, no." She smiled fiendishly. "Spill the details! I wanna know if she can blow you without having to even get on her knees."

This girl was ruthless, to say the least. I found that her questions were stirring up fantasies in my brain; specifically the ones I had been keeping locked away so they didn't infect ALL of my daydreams. "She'll murder me if she knows I'm kissing and telling." 

"You know I've never leaked a secret, that's why I know them all." She urged, pleading me with her eyes as well as her words. "Come on, I've always wanted to know if tiny girls are tighter. How wet does she have to get to fit you? Have you bottomed out, or would that kill her? Does she spit or swallow? I bet she swallows, but the loads are probably huge for her so I bet it makes her gag and-."

"Kelsey!" I snapped her from her sex fuelled rant, reminding her to take a breath. "Back to Earth, champ."

"Well, am I wrong?" She sat patiently, waiting for me to disprove her. Lucky for me, she knew she'd be waiting for a long time so her patience quickly ran thin. "At least tell me whether or not she lets you throat fuck her! There's no way she could even survive that, right?"

If I was talking to anyone else, I would've dropped it. But knowing Kelsey, I could tell this topic would resurface day and night until I squashed it, so I leaned in close to my friend and whispered to her. "I think she likes that part more than I do."

At first she struggled to contain her excitement, but eventually found a way to channel her stifled screams into a frenzy of hand movements. "I knew it! I knew she was a little whore!"

"Kelsey!"

"Sorry! I meant that in a good way." She cocked her head to the side and cooed. "I'm happy you found someone as slutty as you, Jeremy."

Nobody besides Kelsey would ever use "slut" as a compliment, but I knew she was genuinely overjoyed for us.

"So, the girls got an appetite then, huh?" Finally calmed down, Kelsey started getting cocky and teased me with the revealing information, but she knew I was loving it.

"I'm just happy she's not a vegetarian." I joked.

"There he is!" She squealed happily. "I was wondering how long you'd go before making a sex joke."

"About as long as you can keep your fuck buddy a secret, if I had to guess." I raised an eyebrow, noting Kelsey's dry swallow. She became the topic of discussion, however adamantly she wanted to avoid doing so. "Paper thin walls work both ways, my friend."

"Fuck." She muttered hollowly. "You heard us?"

"Kelsey, when you fuck someone you have one speed; fast. If there's anything your sex stories have told me, it's that you do it loud and do it proud." Slowly, but surely, I was gaining the upper hand. 

"So what?" She tried to ignore my comment, but I knew she was taking it as a positive criticism.

"So, Lacey has been walking with a limp since we left the cottage." I wiggled an eyebrow. "Might that be your handiwork?"

Like I had touched a nerve, Kelsey leapt to the defensive. "I don't know what you're talking about." Her arms crossed and she backed up in her chair. 

"I won't tell anyone, promise. She's my friend too." I said, softening the grimace on Kelsey's face. There was an internal war waging in her heart. Only half wanted to protect Lacey, but the other half was itching to share the details. "She's pretty great, isn't she?"

"I guess." Kelsey's smile was elusive, but I caught it nonetheless. "You promise nobody will find out? I have a thing for girls with white hair and if I have to find another one I'm gonna be devastated."

Behind her sarcasm I heard a touch of real emotion, but knew she would only deny it if I pried. "I won't tell anyone, promise." 

Until now, I had only had my suspicions that Lacey was a lesbian. I'd never seen her with a guy before, she didn't seemed resistant whenever Tanner gave us the graphic details of his latest sexual conquest, and she always shied away from our conversations about dating.

Over the past day or so I had been thinking of a way to get us to stay up North an extra day. Since Kelsey now also had incentive to extend our vacation, I wanted to get her on my side. 

I didn't have the patience to think of a way to sneak my idea into a conversation, so I jumped in head first. "I really like Genevieve, like, a lot." My hands became clammy, and my speech broke up into small fragments. "She's awesome. Really smart, and she makes me laugh. A lot. I haven't met someone like that in a really long time."

"And?" Kelsey inquired. Truthfully, she could probably tell by now what my plan was, but wasn't going to let me get away with it without a pitch. I swear, for a best friend she can be awfully devious. 

"And I want to stay. Here. In Muskoka for another day." I released the pent up air in my lungs and relaxed my shoulders, which were oddly tense. "With her. With all of you, but with her. You know?"

"You don't have to be at the cottage to be close her, Jeremy." Kelsey sighed. "That girl will follow you anywhere."

"What do you mean?"

"She looks at you the way you used to look at Allie." She began. "When you two first met, you and Allie, you used to trail behind her like a puppy, with eyes just as adorable. We couldn't tear you away from her. Every time Genevieve looks at you she has the same bewildering look of love on her face that you did."

"I didn't know love had a facial expression." I said softly, intrigued by how the four letter word felt dancing across my lips for the first time in months. 

"I think it does." Kelsey grinned defiantly, pointing behind me with her chin. "It looks something like that."

Over my shoulder, Genevieve was strutting her way back from the restroom with Lacey, and beaming like the sun. Her eyes both sparkled like sunlight diamonds, and her smile was stretched gleefully from ear to ear. She had one, small dimple; on her left cheek, but that only served to accent the beautiful grin.

Our eyes met and I felt time cease its existence. For a few fleeting seconds I was left speechless, my mind was spinning like tires in a snowstorm but nothing came out. Knots formed in my stomach and tethered themselves to my ribs, giving me no time to hide the dorky, excited expression I was wearing.

"Are you guys ready to go?" Genevieve chirped, flipping her glorious yellow-brown hair behind her.

We left the little ice cream store and headed to the car, all of us ready to spend the next few hours by the beach. 

Gen and Lacey were so excited they skipped right past us. As they raced to the car, their asses bounced with no care for whose attention they grabbed. Genevieve was especially callous with her jean shorts tucked neatly between her juicy ass cheeks, reminding me of what I was missing.

I wasn't the only one enjoying the performance; Kelsey was slack jawed and star struck at she gawked at the two girls. They weren't holding back, clearly giving us both a taste of what was waiting for us back at the cottage.

Without a word between us, Kelsey and I darted for the car like any two normal people, desperate to take our girls to bed.

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"Toss me that top." Gen pointed to a crumpled up shirt on the floor. 

"You think you need a shirt to go to the beach?" I asked skeptically, wrapping my arms around Genevieve's small waist. I kissed her neck gently, lingering for a second. "But you'd look so much sexier without anything on!"

"That's exactly what I want when I'm at the beach; to have your friends staring at me like I'm a stripper." She chimed sarcastically. Her eyes were closed as she spoke, revelling in the warmth of my tight embrace. 

By the time we got back from town, Tanner and Carson had woken up from their nap and were already drinking on the sand. The rest of us went to get dressed to join them, but I was having a hard time being alone with Genevieve without jumping her. 

"You're definitely the first guy who wanted to parade me around. My last boyfriend never even liked me wearing crop tops." She said solemnly. 

"I like being your 'first' for things. What other wonders have I shown you?" I asked.

She pursed her lips as she pondered the question, nodding her head slightly as she mentally tallied. "First guy to parade me, first guy who didn't have to beg me to go down on them, and first guy in my bum, of course." Gen slapped her ass to emphasize her point, effectively sending shivers through my bones as I helplessly watched her cheeks ripple on impact.

We were both in our underwear, and Genevieve hadn't even bothered to put on a bra. She pranced around the room casually, letting her breasts swing freely with every step. Her nipples protruded like two, pink dime sized nubs, begging me to play with them as roughly as I could.

Gen caught me gawking at her, not like I could resist, and shyly turned her chest away from me. "Somebody's feeling greedy today." She smiled.

"I can't help myself." I admitted as sidetracked my focus for a moment. "That list seems kind of short, doesn't it?"

"Getting a few bright ideas, are we?" Genevieve inquired, mischief lurking in her voice. "What did you have in mind?"

The small girl was no longer interested in getting dressed; she knew she was pushing nearly all of my buttons just by waltzing half naked around the room. Trying to see how close to the edge she could get me, Gen stood in front of me on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on my chin, unable to reach any higher unless I bent down to meet her.

"Just hear me out, okay?" I lowered my head so I could kiss her back. "I was thinking that, since I'm the only guy who has ever been in your butt before, we could use that to cross something else off the list."

"You're starting to sound like you have an actual checklist." Genevieve timidly raised an eyebrow.

"Just a small one. Would you like to know the next item on it?" I asked, grabbing her hand and spinning her towards me. 

"Yes please." She whispered with a trickle of panic.

With my lips brushing over her ear, I ran my fingers down Genevieve's spine until I reached her waist. My finger followed the thin underwear from her waist, between the swell of her squishy bum and over her tight, wrinkled asshole.

"I want you to taste it." I breathed quietly. 

"T-Taste what?" She stuttered, hands quivering in anticipation, already sure she truly knew the answer.

I took a more head approach, laying out my plan plain and simple. "I'm going to fuck your ass," I bit her earlobe gently. "Then you're going to gag on my cock until you're drooling, in that order. I know we technically already did that, but you didn't seem to notice."

"What difference does that make?"

"There's a between sucking my dick after we do anal, and throat fucking yourself with my cock after I've pounded you into submission." Were these semantics? Maybe, but I continued nonetheless. "What do you think?"

"It seems to me that we're not totally on equal playing fields, Jeremy." She said. "I've had the pleasure of going down on you, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat, but I wanna make sure you don't feel left out."

"Why would I feel left out?" I asked.

Gen shrugged her shoulders and blinked her eyes innocently. "Maybe you're hoping to return the favour."

"Maybe I am." I picked her up and tossed her effortlessly onto the bed. I hovered over the petite girl, planting my hands on her hips and sliding her up the mattress until she met the headboard. 

She giggled enthusiastically and moved her hands to her boobs, playfully tweaking her nipples while I kissed hungrily at her neck. Maneuvering my way down her chest, I flicked my tongue over her bare breasts and teased the soft flesh.

Genevieve grew quiet as I lowered my head to her stomach, still continuing my assault of passionate kisses. Her hands now rested in my hair, clutching onto my roots and holding on tightly. 

Like well-trained acrobats, my fingers nimbly tugged her panties from underneath her and tore them off in a flash. I knew Gen was kidding when she had implied that I wanted to eat her out, but the truth was that I had been mulling it over thoroughly since the night before.

Since Genevieve had given me the most Earth shattering orgasm of my life, I was happy to return the favour. That, and the aroma of sweet nectar coming from her kitten, was enough to give me a throbbing hardon. 

I could hear her whimpers escalating in volume, so I reached up and placed a finger on her lips to shush her. Genevieve nodded in response, kissing at my fingerprints to try and imprint their feel on her skin. 

Her legs would tense up every time I traced my nails down her stomach. I pulled her legs apart to make it easier to stamp my lips along her thighs, slowly making my way closer to her juicy peach. 

The wetness collecting between her petal-like lips was warm to the touch, spreading like butter when my tongue pushed between the slippery folds. Between long drags with my tongue, I would make sure to end each lick by either sucking or flicking against her clit.

When her patience started wearing thin, I knew her body would start begging for more attention. I played the role of a tease perfectly, taking short pauses to catch my breath so as to avoid drowning in her honey. 

Genevieve's hips were grinding mercilessly, mashing my tongue into her clit. I had boy hands flat on her tummy, holding her down as much I could as she spasmed in ecstasy. She was humming softly, eyes closed and lips tightly pursed in concentration.

Her thighs clamped onto my head like two small, powerful vice grips, forcing me to wrap my arms around her legs. I held on expertly, sloppily brushing my tongue from the bottom to the top of her slit.

I pierced my way inside of her as deep as I could, letting her sticky insides baste my tongue in thick, sweet syrup. Swirling my tongue around her hole was getting me a taste of her juices, and I was in love with how I felt drowning in her pussy.

Forcing myself to withdraw from her depths, I dragged my tongue through her plump, pink lips. Ending with a rough slither against her engorged button, I gave it a loud, wet kiss. Genevieve moaned loudly for a few seconds before catching her mistake and clasping her mouth closed with her hand. 

"Hush, baby." I demanded breathlessly. Gen could only nod in response, but she did so with incredible enthusiasm. 

Once I got a lock on her tiny nub, I sucked it into my mouth and sealed it tightly. 

Even as the girl fought to free herself, overcome by the electric waves rocking pulsing through her tiny body. "J-Jeremy. Hold on, p-please." She spurted out in a harsh whisper, barely unable to find space for words between her giddy squeals.

The two of us stayed grinding together for a few minutes, unwilling to break contact with each other. If I didn't have my face buried in Genevieve's pussy, I would've been groaning just as loud as she was. Having her flavourful juices washing over my taste buds was euphoric, and I was losing myself with every passing second. 

Even with her thighs squeezing my head, I could hear her breathing grow uncontrollable and ragged. She couldn't hold herself back now if she wanted to, but that wasn't any reason for me to pause my tongue lashings. 

Gen stopped breathing for a second as I pushed her over the edge, making sure to keep a tight suction on her firm nub. Her orgasm exploded like a barrel of dynamite went off in her tummy, taking her by surprise.

The sudden release of pleasure was so unexpected she almost didn't know how to react, so she had no resistance to the enormous, quaking sensations. Every stifled gasp the fragile girl released was met with a vibrant shudder in response, echoing through her legs and causing them to clench and unclench repeatedly over my ears. 

"Fuck. God dammit, Jeremy, I'm still cumming." She squealed, heightening the pitch of her voice at the end as she twisted her nipples. The bright pink, rubbery tops bounced playfully between Genevieve's fingers, pulling and tweaking in her grasp. She fiddled with the twin nobs until her voice found the perfect volume; a high pitched whine, catching in her throat on its way up. 




Big Things Cum in Small Packages Ch. 03



For a handful of seconds, I didn't exist to Genevieve. She was slowly relaxing her muscles, but still had me trapped in her grip while she deflated. Every inch of her body still has some unwinding to do, but I didn't dare interrupt her.

Eventually, she settled down and sprawled out on the bed, her hair a scattered mess upon the pillow and her chest rising steadily with her shallow breaths.

"I'm good." Genevieve said after a minute of silence. "Just give me some help up, we've gotta go to the beach."

"Take your time, sweetie." I sat up and wiped my mouth, climbing off the bed to get dressed. We weren't in a terrible rush, so I let Gen lie peacefully for a while longer. 

I threw on a black and red suit and a tank top before I convinced Gen to rise to her feet. 

"My knees are weak, but I can walk." She leaned against me and buried her head in my chest, seemingly embarrassed by her nudity. 

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"It's weird, being naked in front of you." She swallowed dryly. "I'm not really uncomfortable but now that we're not focused on getting each other's clothes off-."

"Because they're already off." I cut in.

"Exactly, they're already off." Gen looked up to kiss the bottom of my chin, and I could see her blushing furiously. "I'm just a tad shy."

With one swift motion, I reached under her bum and swept her up to spin around, scarcely letting her toes touch the floor. "Don't be shy, we're too awesome to be shy." I said.

"What's the logic there?" She asked, laughing gleefully as I spun her around.

"Well, I was hoping that distracting you would take advantage of your short attention span." I smiled wickedly and gave her an over exaggerated wink. 

"You think that'll work?" Genevieve spun around and smacked her palm into my shoulder. 

"I think it already did. What do you think?" I chuckled, waiting for Gen's silence to indicate her surrender. "You're lucky I know you so well." 

We both hurriedly got dressed and scampered down to the beach to join our friends, afraid we had already spent too long pretending to get ready. 

The rest of our group had taken seats on the dock, gazing out over the brightly lit lake and laughing so loudly that the sound bounced around the bay. 

Kelsey saw us coming and called over to us. "Where have you two been?"

"Getting ready, spaz." I shot back.

Kelsey made a peace sign with her fingers and stuck her tongue out between them. I already knew her intuition was somehow rarely wrong, but being teased by her near omnipotence was really bugging me.

Once we all had drinks, we let the warm sun wash over us and unplugged from the rest of society. 

The lake was remarkably calm, and the girls quickly commandeered the paddle boards. They were like surfboards in appearance, but heavier and without an ankle strap. Using two, long paddles, the girls propelled themselves across the water.

We could hear them cackling wildly whenever they passed too close to each other, coming so close that Kelsey nearly knocked Genevieve into the crisp, cool water below. Once they found they were still standing, however, they laughed madly and splashed each other with the paddles.

Even from a distance I could see Lacey and Kelsey shooting each other looks every so often, subtly reminding each other of the secret they were both keeping. 

I'd taken over the stereo on the dock and hooked my iPod into it, picking a playlist I'd made for the beach entitled "Sandy Jams". Not the best name, admittedly, but it was easy to remember. 

At the moment, a song Genevieve had shown me was playing called Jaws on the Floor by You Me at Six. It was a wickedly upbeat pop-punk ballad I had stuck in my head for a while, so I made sure to put early in the playlist. 

As soon as the guitar introduced itself, Gen perked up and began dancing nervously on her paddle board, afraid of falling into the water. I caught her smile from across the lake, and saw her lips moving before I even realized that she was singing. 

"I must be blind, to not have seen the signs!" She didn't withhold much, belting out the lyrics for all of us to hear. If there were any other people by the water, they would've heard her as well. "Such a pretty little thing, so much prettier without me!" 

The girls applauded her energetic rendition of the song, however sarcastic they intended it to be, but she graciously accepted it nonetheless. 

"Your girl's got quite the voice, eh, Jeremy?" Carson said, swirling the slowly melting ice cubes around his glass. 

"Damn right she does." I smiled, repeating her words over in my head so my brain could swim lazily in their sweet sounding melody. 

"She even knows your weird music." Said Tanner. His musical preferences revolved more around the electronic music family, mostly trap music with a touch of house thrown in. 

"Actually, Gen showed me this song. We love it." I don't know what it was about Genevieve, but she had captivated my attention in such a wonderful way that I had yet to tear my eyes away from her.

The paddle board was barely moving as she slowly swayed her hips back and forth, matching her movements with the tune of the music. 

"When did you two become a 'we'?" Tanner raised an eyebrow, turning his chair to face me so he didn't miss any gossip. 

"When Gen pussy whipped him, dude." Carson raised an eyebrow and sipped his drink. 

"At least I'm whipped by a real girl, not one I found in a magazine." I shot back. Tanner was laughing before I had even finished my joke. 

As he always did when this subject was brought up, Carson leapt to the defensive. For the entire time I'd known him, Carson was the only person I knew who actively advocated his use of magazines over Internet porn. 

"Listen, asshole, those magazines are a lost art." He was already getting worked up enough that he was picking at the label on his beer as he spoke. "There's something special about seeing a girl in a magazine. You feel special, ya know?"

"Care to explain?" I asked, knowing undoubtedly what his answer would be.

It took a long few minutes of ranting for him to get to a point, but listening to my friend spew endless reasons why magazines are "from the good old days" was always fun to watch. He made a point, albeit not a great one, about how it's different from magazines in that they were permanent; if you open to a specific page you'll see the same thing every time.

"So it's like a comfort thing?" Playing the condescending card was a speciality of mine.

"You make it sound like you're an old man, Carson." Tanner chuckled. 

I was waiting for him to respond in the same way I knew he would. We chimed in together, though I was clearly mocking him as our voices overlapped. "I have an old soul!" The two of us defiantly claimed together, sending Tanner and I into a fit of laughter. 

"Whatever, guys." Carson grumbled in discontent. "You know the standards are higher for magazines. Anybody can put themselves online, but only wicked hot girls get photographed." 

"I have a wicked hot girl of my own, thank you very much. And she puts those bimbos to shame." It felt good being able to talk so confidently about how much I loved Gen's body. She was exactly what I'd ever wanted in a girl, but had never been able to find.

I was about to go into more detail to really drive my point home, but Tanner jumped in unexpectedly and cut me off, asking if Genevieve is really in the same league as most pornstars.

"Very good question!" Carson nearly jumped from his seat in excitement, not used to having somebody take his side in these (far too common) debates.

Carson and I had never censored ourselves when we talked about each other's girlfriends, or one night stands. The same went for Tanner, but we'd never had all three of us casually discussing porn like we were now.

"Don't get me wrong, Gen is mad gorgeous, there's no doubting that." Tanner explained, cautiously buttering me up so I didn't snap at him. "But don't you think she's sort of...little?"

I didn't know how to respond. Of course Genevieve was short, but that was one of the countless things I loved about her. Small girls just get to me in a way I'd never experienced before, made even better by the incredible ass she was packing.

An ass that, at the moment, was struggling to keep itself completely covered the more Gen shook it, still dancing to the music on her floating board.

"I'm not saying I don't like small girls, but don't you ever feel like you're gonna break her?" Tanner asked, with genuine concern.

"To tell the truth, I think she's gonna break me first." I laughed. 

Tanners eyes grew wide and he quietly mouthed "God damn" to himself as he narrowed his gaze at Genevieve, trying to imagine how someone so cute could pack such a wallop on the bedroom. 

"I can see that." Carson admitted. "I mean, look at her! She's got bigger tits than girls twice her size." Both of the guys gave up on sneaking glances at Gen and caved in to their desires to blatantly gawk at her. 

"I'm glad you two are so happy talking about my girlfriend's body like it's a sport." I groaned, momentarily unaware off my slip up.

My two friends were staring at me unblinkingly, both with a touch of slack jaw. Tanner was the first to muster a response. "Girlfriend meaning what, man?"

I took a breath to sort my nerves from increasing. "I really like Genevieve, you guys. When we get back to the city in gonna officially end things with Allie and ask Gen out to dinner."

"Do you think she'll say yes?" Carson's face was contorted in a dumbfounded expression.

"Of course she will, you idiot." Tanner joked. "He's already been inside the girl, for Christ sake. She won't be able to resist a fancy date."

"Says who?"

"Says historical evidence. Girls use dinner to determine if they want to fuck us, but since you two already did that," Tanner rolled his eyes towards me, waiting for a confession. I coughed definitively and he moved on. "Right, well then that means she doesn't need any more convincing."

"Maybe I just want to go to dinner with her. Crazy, isn't it?" I said.

The girls finished paddling and made their way back to the beach. With sunlight still brightly illuminating the bay, we had plenty of crisp, warm rays beating down on us. 

After being out on the lake for such a long time, Genevieve was acquired a marvellous glow around her that shone like a spotlight. She sat on my lap once the girls reached us, pulling a bottle of sunblock from her bag on the ground beside me. 

"Wanna help me out?" She chirped, handing me the bottle and untying the top of her bikini so the strings wouldn't be in the way. Her hands clung to her jiggling boobs to stop the cups from falling off her chest. "Make sure to get my neck, pretty please."

Gen wiggled her butt around in my lap, impatiently fidgeting while she waited for me to start massaging her with lotion. Her skin was so irresistibly smooth I couldn't stop myself from kissing the back of her neck, nibbling gingerly with my lips pulled over my teeth. 

Goosebumps popped up all along her arms, but the way she was biting her lower lip was enough to tell me she didn't want me to stop. 

If we had been alone, this would've escalated until we ended up fucking, but we clearly had to control ourselves around our friends. Genevieve reluctantly dipped her head forward to get me to stop kissing her, and I disappointingly obeyed. 

I quickly squirted a gob of suntan lotion into my hand and lathered my hands with the gooey substance. Genevieve sighed happily and rolled her shoulders back, inviting me to reach my hands down until I almost reached her chest.

My fingertips brushed against the edge of her bathing suit, desperate to go under it and play with her tits. 

It took me a while to finish massaging the lotion into Genevieve's skin, but when I was done she was left with an incredibly vivid shimmer. This only made her look even more irresistible, and I caught myself salivating hungrily at the sight of her glistening from head to toe.

"What are we doing next, guys?" Lacey asked, sprawled out on a towel. 

"The way I see it, we have two options." Kelsey stood up and started stretching, bending over to touch her feet and drawing particular attention from Lacey. Her eyes were glued incessantly to Kelsey's ass, bulging out only a few feet away from her.

I felt bad for the poor girl, I really did, because I knew exactly how unbearable her horniness must've felt, if it was anything close to mine. 

"What options are those?" I asked.

"Either we can stay here and get drunk, a very enticing option, or we could play a game." Kelsey had a massive grin on her face and her hands on her hips, making her look like an overly cheerful camp counsellor.

Rather than wait for us to ask her what game she had in mind, Kelsey announced the one she already had in mind. "I was thinking we could play Double Football. Jeremy and I made it up earlier this year, it's awesome."

"How do you play?" Carson perked up, intrigued at the mention of football.

"It's a lot like regular soccer, but you're allowed to hit the ball with your hands and tackling is encouraged. Sort of like European and American soccer rolled into one." Kelsey momentarily surveyed the landscape. "It'll help that we're on the sand; we can slide easier."

We selected off into teams, and I ended up pitted against Genevieve in the shuffle of said event.

Carson had insisted that he be paired with Gen, complaining that he hadn't had time to get to know her. The two of them took Tanner to be their goalie, while I grabbed Lacey to play the field with me. Kelsey took a spot in net, eager to display her quick reflexes and her penchant for dramatic, flashy dives.

Before we started, Gen came up to me and taunted me with overemphasized stretches. "Hey, cutie." Her bubbly tone flipped my stomach in wonderful ways. "What do you say we make this interesting?" 

"How so?" I asked.

"Let's make a wager." She stepped closer to me, pushing her breasts against me and standing on her tiptoes. "If I win, I want an uninterrupted half hour with that beautiful cock."

"To do what with?"

"Whatever the fuck I want." Genevieve purred, licking her lips.

I nodded hurriedly. "And if I win?"

"Anything you want." 

"I want to fuck your ass," I paused for dramatic effect, even though I was pretty sure Genevieve knew what I was going to request. "And then throat fuck you. Sound like a deal?"

"Sounds like fun." She whispered, blowing me an air kiss. Maybe she didn't think she was gonna lose, but I was confident that I could win with something like this as a motivator.

The game started with a bang. Our team started with the ball and quickly maneuvered it up the field, passing it over Lacey and letting her kick it at the net.

Tanner easily swatted the ball away in Genevieve's direction and she dribbled it to the other side of the field, pitching it over my head and running behind me to receive it when the ball landed. 

I heard Lacey exclaim her disbelief from behind me as she darted off towards Genevieve, sliding on the sand and sweeping the ball away from her.

Gen screamed playfully and jumped over Lacey. "Oh it's on, bitch!" They both raced for Tanner's net, but Carson cut them off and stood in front of Lacey like a stone wall. 

He picked Lacey up and they fell down to the sand, kicking wildly. Gen scooped up the ball and veered off to the side. I followed her until I was chasing her to our goal, where I slid in front of her seconds after she'd kicked it.

She ran into me and we collapsed onto the ground, laughing like children. Lucky for her, the ball soared past me and Kelsey and scored them a point.

The rest of the game went something like that, and after a couple more points for each side we ended up with a tie and decided that the next team to score a goal would be the winners. With a stroke of good fortune, Lacey and I managed to lure Tanner away from the net long enough to circle around him and steal the win with one swift kick.

As soon as the realization that we'd won sunk in, Genevieve collapsed onto the beach. I approached her with a gleeful smile. She was groaning in defeat, covered in sand from the game, and curled up in a ball.

I kneeled down and picked her up, carrying her down to the water while she kicked her legs lazily. "Put me down, loser!" She cried, pounding her little fist against my chest.

"You're the loser, that's why you're the one who's getting her ass fucked." I teased. 

"Oh please, it's not like I would've stopped you anyway." She whispered, relenting her resistance and settling for nuzzling her nose into my neck. Her hands caressed my cheek and she closed her eyes, grumbling something about how I cheated to win.

The two of us sank into the water as I walked out until the water reached my chest. I dusted the sand off Genevieve's legs, keeping her held close to me in the water. After such an exhausting game, we were sweating like maniacs and charred by the sun.

The cool, refreshing dip gave strength to my muscles so I could afford to keep my hold on Gen. 

Neither of us wanted to be the first to put their head under, but rather than wait, the mischievous little vixen pushed down on my head in an effort to sink me.

The weakness in her arms was noticeable, but I gave her the time and sank below the water line. Crisp water flowed over my sweltering forehead, releasing the tiny particles of sand still clinging to my skin. 

Gen ran her hands through my hair and dragged her nails over my scalp, tracing squiggly lines as she did. The water invaded every pore I had, making me feel like the sweat was being sucked off of me by the slowly swaying tide.

"I didn't like fighting you, baby." She whispered to me when I resurfaced, splashing little bursts of water onto my face.

"Why not? I had fun." 

"I did too, but I didn't like having to play so poorly so you could actually win." Her tone hadn't become any more aggressive, but my girl was spitting fire just to prove she could. 

"Yeah right, Gen. Lacey and I dominated you chumps." I shot back. "Besides, I know you're nervous to do ass to mouth."

She bolted upright and pulled away from me a few inches. "Be quiet! Your friends are right over there!" Genevieve stealthily tilted her head to look behind us at the beach, but nobody was paying any attention to us. "I'm not nervous. I did it earlier, remember?"

"Yeah, but you barely tasted it then. I'm talking about fucking your ass really hard, harder than you think you can take, and deeper than you thought you could take me. Not to mention the differences between you blowing me a bit after I fuck you, versus me making sure you remember exactly how your insides taste." I winked playfully, but Genevieve looked mortified. "You ARE scared, aren't you?"

"I'm not afraid of anything, got it?" The little girl's brow narrowed and she scrunched her nose up a bit. "I'm just not sure if I'm gonna like it."

"Like what?" I dared to push the envelope even further. 

"The way my ass tastes, idiot! I thought that was clear."

"It was, I just wanted you to say it."

Gen rolled her eyes. "I genuinely dislike you sometimes."

I called her bluff and pulled her towards me, closing the gap between us and surprising her with a kiss. Her instinct took over, silencing her "dislike" and turning it to blind nirvana. If I looked hard enough, I could spot the exact moment where Genevieve let herself slip from the real world into peaceful ecstasy.

Her eyes closed, using only touch to find my lips seconds before we connected. Our noses brushed against each other and she sighed deeply, releasing her pent up nerves in one heavy breath. 

I nibbled on her upper lip, pulling her mouth closer to mine until they connected, interlocking perfectly. The softness of her lips was as enticing as ever; their bright, rosy colour was inviting me to explore her with kisses with remarkable ambition.




Big Things Cum in Small Packages Ch. 03



Time slowed drastically with my hands situated comfortably on her hips, edging downward as unnoticeably as I could.

I finally broke the kiss, leaving Gen dazed for a moment. While she was recovering I continued our conversation, taunting her with the inevitable. "You're gonna need for be spotless, huh Gen?"

"I am!" She seemed mildly insulted at the accusation. "I'm could take it in the ass anytime. I'm that prepared, should you ever choose to surprise me."

"Since when am I allowed to surprise you with anal?" I was having a hard time keeping my voice lowered.

"Since now, I suppose. My butt loves surprise guests, got it?" Genevieve blocked the view from the beach with her back, stopping anybody from seeing her reach one of her hands underwater and slither up the loose pant leg of my shorts. Tenderly, but firmly, her tiny hand grabbed my balls and started playing with them.

Cold shivers raced through me, enough to make me let up on teasing Gen. Footsteps patted up from behind us and I looked over to see Kelsey running over to join us in the water.

Genevieve reluctantly released the smooth orbs and pulled her hand away, trailing her nails over my cock as she did. She mouthed the word 'later' to me and blew me a kiss.

"What are you two up to?" Kelsey asked, completely oblivious as to what she'd interrupted. Both of us replied with a mindless 'nothing', shifting the conversation back to Kelsey. "So, what's the story with Allie?"

"Kelsey, come on what the-." I began in an agitated tone before being interrupted by Gen.

"No, it's fine. We can talk about her."

Kelsey seemed relieved, then dropped her information on us with a worried face. "Allie has been stirring up quite a storm on Twitter. She called Genevieve out for being a slut and said you cheated on her, Jeremy. I think she wants to fight Gen."

"Why are you just telling us this now?" I asked, trying to withhold the venom in my throat. 

"I just saw the update on Twitter when we finished paddle boarding so relax, child." Kelsey glared at me, but got over her annoyance quickly. "I'm just saying Gen should watch out."

"She would have to come find me in order to fight me." The mouse of a girl was roaring with confidence, puffing out her chest and actually looking quite fierce. Then asked, in a more timid fashion; "But she doesn't know where to find us, does she?"

I laughed off the notion of Allie finding us to keep Gen's peace of mind reserved. Truthfully, though, I had already given Allie the address of my cottage before we'd broken up. I became mildly nauseous at the thought of her showing up, but brushed it off as mere paranoia.

"I'm sure Jeremy will keep you safe either way, won't you, buddy?" Kelsey blew me an air kiss and reached out to pinch my cheek. Nothing but air met her fingers as I ducked out of the way, pulling Genevieve deeper into the water with me. 

She giggled loudly and cursed me for getting her hair wet again. We forgot Kelsey was nearby and succumbed to our ever present urge to make out. Between two of us falling and rising out of the water, I heard Kelsey growl something about us being hopelessly in love, and I know Genevieve heard it too.

Even with the tide lapping against us, and the sounds of us crashing perilously into the lake, I felt as though we could hear a pin drop. 

Gen and I froze in the water; her on top of me, with my head just poking out of the water. Our eyes met and lightning sparked between us. We both heard her say love, and we were both hung up on it. 

We didn't talk about it, not to confirm or deny it. We simply let the words flutter in midair while we listened to them repeating over and over again. 

One of us had to do something, and I knew she was too shy to let it be her, so I took charge and grabbed her by the waist. I pulled her against me and we stood up together, her legs instinctively wrapping around me and her arms linking around my neck. 

"Where are we going?" Genevieve asked in a bubbly voice. 

"Guys, we're going inside." I called to the group, waving goodbye to them and carrying Gen up the stairs to the cottage with me. 

The sun was still refusing to let up, drenching us in a warm blanket. All the branches obstructing the light were making patterns of shade and sun on Genevieve's golden brown hair.

"But where are we going, baby?" She repeated the question and kissed my cheeks mercilessly, making wet little sucking noises with every peck. 

"To shower, of course." I smiled at the excited surprise that crossed her face. "If you'll join me, that is."

"Yes, please." Gen grinned from ear to ear.

The two of us packed into the bathroom, leaving our friends down on the beach. Warming the water only took a few seconds, but Genevieve was already stripped naked and stepping in the shower.

She was impatient for me to join her, so I quickly stepped in behind her. It was a bathtub converted into a shower, so we had plenty of room to step out of the water. 

When I got in, Gen was already under the spray and started soaking her hair. Gathering it in her fist, she flung it behind her back so she could see properly.

The steam was building up behind the curtain, giving a dream-like haze to Gen's shy, slender frame. She was turned half away from me, blushing obsessively and pretending I wasn't there.

"Hey, Gen. Psst." I whispered at her. "I think we both know why we're in here together."

"To save water?" Genevieve chirped hopefully. 

I stepped up to her and cupped one of her plump cheeks in one hand. "Guess again." 

"Right now?" Her voice was fearful, but poised as more of a statement than a question. She knew what was coming, and her asshole knew it too, clenching involuntarily at the thought.

"If you're ready, sweetheart." The mention of what we intended to do piqued Genevieve's nerves, but she handled it extremely well. Yes, she had taken me in the ass before, but this would still only be the second time Gen had let anybody in that hole. She had a right to be nervous!

I picked the small girl up and kissed her, holding her up by her butt. Both of her soft cheeks melted under my grip, oozing around my fingers like warm dough.

At the height I was suspending her at, my dick was mashed between the folds of her vagina. It had lodged the head inside the opening to her pussy, waiting for permission to delve deeper.

Due to all the teasing I had subjected her to throughout the day, she was already thoroughly wet and I could feel her juices seeping onto my cock, coating it in hot, buttery love. 

"Hurry up and fuck me before I change my mind." Genevieve hissed. It sounded like a threat, but I knew she was just trying to encourage me out of impatience. 

I lowered her down onto me when I felt the tip of my cock nuzzled securely in the mouth of her slit. She pushed down eagerly against my upward pushing, refusing to wait any longer. Her ragged breathing cheered me on, growing choppier with each inch she swallowed.

Gen held on to my shoulders, gripping me until her knuckles turned white. Her face was trapped halfway between relief and determination, like she was as surprised as I was that she'd already fit more than half my dick into her.

"I always forget, ugh...how big you are. Right there, push forward." The words weren't coming to her very easily, and before long Gen gave up on trying to speak at all. Mainly, all she could muster were a few desperate squeaks the closer she got to taking me balls deep.

When I felt our stomachs connect, and her heels dug into my ass, I knew she was going to need a minute to adjust. My entire length was deeply entrenched, happy to stay planted in Gen's pussy for all eternity. 

It didn't take us long to get tired of standing still, and we steadily found common ground in our movements. I was thrusting forward to meet Genevieve on the downward motion on her grinding.

She was using my cock like a long spoon, stirring her insides as deep as she could get me. The mouth of her cervix was planting kisses on my shiny, engorged crown, rewarding me for reaching so deep. 

As if having myself surrounded by her slippery, constricting vice wasn't enough of a reward, the squishy wall of flesh pushing back against me was an added bonus. 

Genevieve started to bear down with her hips and slide her way down my shaft, gobbling up as much as she could to pack into her tight little vagina. There wasn't more than an inch of space between us at any point; we were magnetized at the chest and locked together at the waist.

Her tits were throwing around droplets of water as she gyrated on my cock, free to dance around and shake as they pleased.

With one hand still clutching my shoulder for support, Gen had the other tucked between her legs, furiously rubbing her clit. Occasionally she'd let her nails tickle my while she circled her fingers around the pink button, giggling at the goosebumps that followed on my shoulders.

Biting her lower lip, Genevieve looked like an amateur's version of a pornstar, with stunning results. Her eyes still reflected the light with the same brilliant glimmer I'd grown accustomed to, her hair was tossed apathetically behind her, but a few strands snuck over her face.

Both of us, I'm sure, were sweating in the intensity of our love making, but it was hard to tell with water rushing over us. 

Over time, Gen was getting worn out with all the grinding she was doing. As if she were buying into my vision of her as a pornstar, every couple of thrusts I would coax a soft moan from her. If there was such thing as amateur perfection, this was it. 

Her creamy tunnel was nursing my cock, running every squishy bump over my throbbing pole as she gobbled me down to the base again. It was a snug fit in Gen's pussy, so the slippery walls were stretched like new every time she took me to the balls.

Unlike her asshole, which I was confident I could gape if I tried hard enough, her vagina was tenderly glued to me with every stroke. 

Genevieve would squeeze down, tightening her hole and bearing down so she could lock my boner in a warm, pulsing massage. Her insides were moulding to the shape of my dick, likely because I was harder than I could ever remember being.

I felt her feet digging harder into my butt, using me like leverage so she didn't have to go more than a few seconds without having me buried to the hilt.

There didn't seem to be much energy left in Genevieve's body, so she asked for me to take over. "Put me down and turn me around, baby."

Gen stepped onto the floor and spun to face away from me. My hands found their way to her hips and crawled up, gripping her shoulders tightly. At first, she was shocked when I pushed her against the wall, feeling the cold tile shake her from the cozy warmth of the water.

Her chest flattened out like two soft pancakes and she stuck her ass out seductively. "Get me ready, but be gentle." Genevieve delivered a swift smack to her butt and it rippled like a puddle. Never before had I gotten so lost in watching her ass jiggle as I did now that they were reflecting with a glorious shine.

With water cascading over her ass like waterfall, it would've been foolish for me to say I was anything less than entranced. If she hadn't smacked her ass a second time, I might've stayed permanently fixated on her bottom. 

Now that I was at attention, I had the mental capacity to force movement upon my arms. Something about the hypnotic way Gen was swaying her hips back and forth was capturing my attention and refused to willingly let it go.

There was a faint smile on Genevieve's face, but it was still infectious enough to spread to me. I was massively excited, there was no denying that. My heart only beat faster as my hands filled themselves with a heaping portion of Gen's butt, admiring how easily the flesh could be manipulated.

I spread her ass open and let streams of water venture between her cheeks. Pressing my thumb against her asshole, the tightness slowly gave in and caved around my finger. With half of it inserted, I wiggled the digit around to steadily sink it in further. 

The walls of her ass were tightly gripping my finger, holding on as tightly as they could as I slid my finger out to the first knuckle, still keeping up the patient rotations intended to help loosen her.

It didn't take long for Gen to get used just one finger, so I cautiously introduced a second. My middle finger joined my first finger as I pulled it out, and I felt her clench up instantly. 

While she started to untighten, I busied myself with kissing her cheeks. Since I was the only person who would see them, I wasn't afraid to suck softly on her skin and risk a red mark.

By the time she fully unwound and relaxed, I had already managed to bury both my fingers as deep as I could get them. Nothing in the world felt as soft as Genevieve's ass; it was like clawing my fingers against walls of buttery, smooth velvet that moulded greedily to every touch. 

Convinced she could get me deeper, Gen grabbed her ass with a loud smack, pulling it apart a wide as she could. With a clearer path to her hole, I was able to stuff another inch of my fingers into her puckered asshole. 

Now that I couldn't go any further, I bent my fingers upwards a little bit and pulled them out slowly, letting her feel her asshole shape to me obediently. It got easier for me to slide my fingers in and out of her, and I knew she was ready for more.

Her hands stayed firmly planted on her cheeks, keeping them pulled apart while I grabbed my cock and placed the tip against Gen's asshole. 

"Push, baby." She commanded. I followed her orders and guided my cock forward, stretching the warm little tunnel over the bulb until it popped inside. 

A sharp gasp told me to be patient, but my unbridled lust told me even louder that Genevieve could handle whatever I threw her way. Fiendishly enough, I wanted to test those limits.

Another two inches sunk into Gen's bottom, and I felt the same squishy walls I'd felt earlier caressing me just as tightly. Her tiny bum was trying to push me out, fighting every advance forward until it gave in to its powerful opponent.

It was my instinct to loop my arms around Genevieve's small frame, holding one against her stomach and pulling her towards me, and the other squeezing her breasts to keep her from falling over. 

She let me pull out at all, resisting whenever I tried. "Stop moving away, stay close to me."

"I'm just trying to make it hurt less." I said, not bothering to make eye contact with her when she looked back at me. It's not that I wanted to ignore her; I was hopelessly transfixed on watching her asshole swallow me.

"I don't care if it...hurts." She choked out, trying to keep her breathing under control, but failing miserably. "You have to, oh Christ, bottom out, f-first so I can feel ALL of you. Then you can do...whatever you want."

Genevieve had a fierce determination about her. Nothing was stopping her from forcefully impaling herself on my cock, driving her ass down tirelessly in an effort to fit the whole thing in her bum.

I swear I should feel her pulsing harder and harder the deeper I went. My arms looped around her neck, tightly pulling her into me. Her breathing was seizing her little body like a hurricane, and even in my arms she was nervously trying to take gulps of air.

We both sensed the second I fully pushed my cock into Genevieve's ass, and she instantly knew she was packed to the brim. With all her squirming, her insides were churning and massaging my dong with buttery vibrations. 

My chest was pressed against her back, and I knew she could feel my heartbeat increasing as our rhythmic grinding became second nature. The constriction around my cock was slowly loosening, giving in to the vicious, unyielding pounding it was receiving.

Having her pussy stuffed so fully was putting stars in Genevieve's vision, awakening a guttural groan from her that sounded like sharp pain mingled elegantly with euphoria.

I increased my tempo, pulling out a bit every time Gen would move forward and put space between us. Then, as she pushed her hips back to meet me, I slammed my dick back in to her asshole with enough force to lift her up onto her toes.

It was impossible to resist nibbling softly on her earlobe, undoubtedly sending a barrage of shivers ricocheting down her spine. I could tell exactly when the feeling took over, tightening Genevieve's bum exponentially, like it was fiercely unwilling to let go of me. When those shivers had run their course, the aftermath stayed in full effect until a new wave of tingles took control.

"Where do you want me to cum?" I asked, barely able to control my spastic breathing. 

The initial sense of disappointment in her voice made me smile when she asked if I was getting close, unable to mask how upset she was at the idea of our shower ending too abruptly.

"I'm not close, I'm just curious." I reassured her.

Her response started off snappy, so I was sure to exhaust her desire to retaliate at all by increasing my pace again. As I expected, she trailed off rather quick until her words degraded to moans and whimpers again.

Only when I stopped ruthless pumping Genevieve's ass, which I found got a rather positive response from her, was she able to speak again. "You can cum in my ass later, I like feeling it moving around in my tummy."

"But..." I waited for Gen to fill in the blanks.

"But, since we're in the shower already, we might as well get messy." She could tell I didn't get her suggestion right away. The tiny girl tilted her head back and looked up at me with her mouth hanging open just a touch, so I took that as an invitation to kiss her.

She was little enough that leaning against the wall took a noticeable bit of height away from her. The difference was most noticeable as I stood over her, still keeping her tightly held in my arms, so she struggled to come up to my chin.

"Messy how?" I grunted excitedly, bending down to kiss Gen's forehead.

"Like I could let you paint my face and see how much lands in my mouth." In her mind, it sounded like her concept was already a sure thing to her. 

There was a nagging voice in the back of my brain that was urging me to test my girlfriend's limits. From some of the stuff she'd told me about other guys, when we had started getting really close, I knew that through her adorable exterior lay a slut witch a penchant for rough sex.

I wrapped her hair around my fist and pulled it tightly, keeping her head back as I rode her. One hand was still locked on her breast, squeezing it so her nipple was placed perfectly in my palm. The hard, little nub was demanding to be toyed with, and had been for some time.

By now both her nipples were as hard as bullets, reacting to every slight touch with a desperate plea for more. I'd spent so much time playing with her breasts, marvelling at how smooth they were when they were wet, that I hadn't involuntarily been teasing her nipples to their breaking point. 

My fingers pinched the stiff, pink dot between them and rotated it like a sensitive dial. I rolled it back and forth, lulling Genevieve into the beginnings of a welcome orgasm. She let go of the wall and fell forward, depending on me to catch her as she curled up in my arms.

Her knees rose up to her chest and she quivered delicately, held off the floor but still keeping her bum sealed around my pipe. The ripples of her orgasm sent pulses through the walls of her ass that felt like a warm, gentle heartbeat around me.

One of her hands immediately shot to her pussy, slipping two fingers inside herself and pushing through the wetness she'd been saving up. Her fingers wiggled back and forth violently, mashing against her g-spot as she came

I could feel her nimble little fingers darting around in her honey pot through the thin barrier between Genevieve's holes, and could hardly contain myself over how foreign a feeling it was. Sort of being tickled so hard you feel like you could cum at any second, but fighting so hard not to.




Big Things Cum in Small Packages Ch. 03



"F-fuck, baby, you're gonna break me." She cried, following that with a familiar orgasmic moan.

Gen stopped being able to speak so easily, but she conveyed how incredible she was feeling through her impressively strong clasp on my arms. One of her hands was attached to each one of mine by her nails, dug in to my skin in an effort to keep her rooted to reality, as she seemed to phase in and out rather fluidly.

I pounded her until the pleasure subsided, never letting her feet touch the ground. Only when she started coming down, lacking the energy to keep all of her limbs mobilized, did I slow down and let her stand up. 

"You're so big, sweetheart." Genevieve pronounced calmly, free from the speaking difficulty brought on from being fucked in the ass. For the first time in what felt like ages, her bum was empty. "Why are you so rough on my poor little butt? She never did anything to hurt you, why do you hate her so much?"

I knew she was playing up how much pain she was in, and trying to tease me with her innocent routine, but I couldn't help myself from falling for it. 

"How do you feel?" I asked, racing one hand up Genevieve's back and back down again, sliding my fingers between her cheeks and pausing ever so gingerly over her asshole, noticing how wide it was still stretched. 

"I feel sore, but I also feel like I'm not...um, closed all the way." She blushed as she spoke, now genuinely embarrassed. 

I pried her ass apart and dipped both of my thumbs into her gaping hole, admiring the way the once tiny hole now stayed wide open. It was raw, and showing signs of its abuse in the light red hue it was showing off. 

Then, all at once, Genevieve shrunk the hole back down to (nearly) its normal size and collapsed tiredly onto her knees. Before I could ask if she was okay, she was sitting back on her ankles with her mouth open and her eyes closed. 

"Hurry, we're wasting water." She panted hungrily, sticking her tongue out. 

I stepped over to her and she moved her head forward to meet me, connecting perfectly with my cock and latching her lips around it with a satisfied giggle. 

Her tongue danced like a brush around the bulging head every time she pulled her head back, only to disappear and flatten against the underside of my pole as she accepted a couple inches of meat down her gullet.

She slithered her tongue around the shiny helmet with amazing dexterity. Gen was sucking whatever she could fit into her mouth with loud, messy slurping. If I had to guess, I would've bet money that she was enjoying herself based on her enthusiastic head bobbing.

As she took me deeper, Genevieve hummed and made her throat vibrate around me like a cocoon of honey. While she was humming, her head stopped bobbing so furiously and she paused to savour the taste.

Until now, I had been too absorbed in trying to stay standing upright to notice her hand rubbing my thigh. She started at my knee and slowly rose higher, like she was attempting to distract me so I didn't blow my load as quickly. Gen was wrapped up in the moment, and I was willing to let her have her fun.

The saliva coating my cock was making it incredibly easy for Gen's mouth to stay completely sealed around my shaft, while still holding the throbbing member between her lips. To punctuate her releasing me, which she did with a satisfied gasp, she patiently played with my balls while she steadied her breathing.

I had no doubt in my mind that she was eager to get back to blowing me, but in the meantime I was fully content with letting her beat me off with a tighter grip than even I could manage. Both her hands worked diligently on my dong, leaving no part of my cock untouched by her wandering fingers. 

Then, like she had never stopped, she took a confident breath and glided my pole, sticky with spit, back into her anxiously awaiting mouth. I heard her sigh happily before she returned to her usual blowjob technique, vicious as ever.

Fire seared behind Genevieve's eyes as she passionately deep throated me, making little gagging noises that sounded oddly cute. I felt the back of her throat pushing against me, encasing my bulging cock in a wet, spongy tomb.

It was impossible to fight against the cum bubbling in my balls, and I would've been a fool to think I could hold out any longer. There wasn't any time to warn Gen, and I'm not so sure I could've brought myself to speak anyway.

My muscles ached for release, refusing to fight anymore and simply caving to the unearthly pleasure I had coming. Everything from my neck below felt like undercooked pudding, and I was able to stay standing thanks to muscle memory alone.

I could feel my heartbeat thumping powerfully behind my eyes and my vision went somewhat blurry. Cold shakes spread through my legs, causing my lower half to clench up.

Genevieve only had a few seconds to prepare for the imminent explosion, but didn't pull back when she felt the thick column of meat start to pulse. Instead, she waited for the cum to shoot over her tongue so she wouldn't waste it by swallowing before she had a taste.

She finally removed me from her mouth, not yet swallowing her mouth load of cum in hopes that she might get more to drink. She pulled her head back and kept her mouth open, kneeling down so I could tower over her easily. With a giddy grin, and her unblinking, baby blue eyes wide open, Gen waited excitedly for her facial. 

As luck would have it, she didn't have to wait long at all.

The third and fourth ropes of cum were close behind, landing like two pearly white strands over her forehead, and across her lips up to her right eye, respectively. It came out like a milky cannon, splashing off her cheek and splattering a touch into her hair. 

Throughout the entirety of my orgasm, Genevieve made sure to keep her hand securely closed around me. Hoping to milk every last drop from the monstrous pole, she used both hands to pull and tug on me as she aimed my cock at her mouth.

Her aim was a little inaccurate, but the view of her hands being dwarfed by their play toy was fuelling my orgasm and bringing more sticky cream to the surface. 

Every so often, she would stick her tongue out and flick it teasingly over the tip of my cock, collecting however much semen was leaking out before she was attacked by another wave of cum.

Approaching the end of my orgasm, I felt myself cumming less and truly took in the image of the beautiful, cum covered princess on her knees in front of me.

Her forehead was a mess; cum was strewn over it and had started dripping down over the sides of her face, and past her brow down to her nose. One of her eyes was glued shut, while the other had traces of cum stuck to its lashes. Her nose still looked cute as a button with semen running down to her lips, which had a glossy shimmer to them. 

With shaky knees, Gen stood up and licked her lips. She swallowed her enormous mouthful of cum, struggling to choke down the sizeable load but succeeding with a joyous smile. What surprised me the most was how mind numbingly gorgeous she still looked with her face painted. 

"You look dazzling, baby." I said, grinning goofily and ignoring her exasperated groan. "We should do that again."

"Hell yes we should." Gen turned up the corner of her mouth and wiped a dab of cum from her cheek, sucking it off her finger. She must've caught me staring while she cleaned off, because when she was done she asked; "See anything you like?"

"Plenty, yeah." I gulped dryly.

Her eyes were subtly tied to my cock as she whispered, almost to herself; "Me too."

"See anything you love?" I pushed the boundary further. 

Finally, she tore her stare away from my penis and looked up at me. Her eyes fluttered when they met mine. One deep breath later, her nerves subsided enough for her to talk. "Something I can't live without."

Now it was my turn to quietly whisper. "Me too."

If we weren't in the shower, I'm sure Genevieve would've leapt into my arms. Instead, she stepped forward until she was pressed to me, her tits pushed against my chest. She bit her lip, as she always did, and closed her eyes just long enough that I could surprise her with a kiss. 

In that moment we weren't in a shower, we were under dim street lights and brightly burning stars as we stood timelessly in their warm light. Our lips matched together like puzzle pieces, slipping over one another in an effort to kiss each other better than we knew how.

It wasn't easy to pull away from her, but there was something I needed to say that couldn't wait any longer. Genevieve gave her head a quick shake before falling weakly into my arms. Her arms didn't have the energy to wrap around me; they were tucked up to her chest and cradled in-between us. "You know, you can kiss me like that anytime you-." 

"I love you, Gen." I said, kissing the top of her head with her face buried into me cozily. "More than I think I'm ready for. I didn't invite you up here hoping this would happen I just wanted to spend time with you and now we're-."

"Jeremy?" She interrupted me with an intoxicating twinkle in her eye. "I love you too, so please just shut up and kiss me."

And kiss her I did.

Many, many times.



Big Things Cum in Small Packages Ch. 04



Thank you to everyone who read the first 3 chapters, I really appreciate the comments and support. This story took (in total) almost a year to complete but I'm quite happy with it. I hope you enjoy it, and I love taking suggestions!

Side note: Allure of the Seas will not be getting a second chapter anytime soon. I had one written but my laptop crashed and I lost it entirely, along with another story I was just days away from releasing! I'm sorry to anyone who was looking for a sequel, but I absolutely hate rewriting things.

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"Coming through, left side!" Tanner called out, brushing past me on, what was clearly in fact, my right side. I knew what he meant though, and stepped out of his way at the last second. Sometimes while we were cooking, Tanner got so wrapped up in his own head he'd confuse directions. 

After spending so many hours cooking as we grew up, we got to know each other's habits like second nature. As I knew they would be, Tanner's eyes were darting back and forth under his glasses, resting precariously on the rigid bump of his nose. 

Pots and pans lined the stove and cutting boards cluttered the counter. The floorboards were creaking under our constantly shifting weight, whining loudly as we danced circles around each other.

Although there were six of us at the cottage, only he and I had taken it upon ourselves to initiate and finish a complete rib dinner. There was, admittedly, an ulterior motive behind my volunteering; I knew it would give Genevieve a chance to get to know the rest of my friends better. Even though I knew she was already well received by them, I wanted them to be as close as possible. 

She was sitting in the living room playing cards with Lacy, Carson, and Kelsey at the wooden coffee table in the middle of the room. From what I could tell, they were playing Texas hold 'em and the game was severely tilted in Kelsey's favour. 

Once Genevieve and I had exited the shower about forty minutes ago, we'd swiftly dried off and thrown on whatever clothes were lying around, so we'd at least look presentable. It was a bit of a mind bender seeing my fiends talk so plainly with Gen, all unaware a handful of minutes ago there'd been a collection of cum on her face so thick it rivalled a Jackson Pollock. 

She caught me staring at her and returned my half-cocked smile with a subtle air kiss. I would've stayed there in a haze all day if Tanner hadn't snapped me to attention. 

"Have you got the-." 

"Right here, snappy." I interrupted him, throwing the salt shaker his way. He grabbed it out of midair and ground two heavy doses into the bowl of salad he was tossing.

"Salt and pepper on salad?" I said skeptically.

"Just trust me." He said confidently, glaring intently at the salad as he measured out the perfect amount of pepper to combat the white granules he'd already spread over the lettuce. 

The smell of smoky barbeque was wafting in through the screen door to the BBQ outside, filling the cottage with a savoury, sticky smell that coated my nostrils like the very sauce basted over our sizzling meat. A bowl of chunky potatoes sat patiently on the counter, specked with green onions and clouds of red, dusty paprika. We used red skinned potatoes, to the colourful explosion in the bowl looked just as enticing as the vegetable filled salad Tanner was whipping together. 

All I needed to finish off my current dish, green beans, was the fresh pressed-. "Garlic?" My friend was holding out a white bulb, cutting off my train of thought before I could think it. I snatched it from him and loaded a section into the press, squeezing it into the beans and stirring it around. 

"Hey man, I can finish up here if you want to go out on the porch with Gen." Tanner offered. 

"Why?" I asked, still half absorbed in my cooking. If I hadn't heard Genevieve's name, I wouldn't have paid attention at all to anything other than food. "I gotta finish up the ribs still they need another round of-."

"Dude, look." He pointed out over the lake. The sun was bouncing perfectly around the bay, lighting it up like a golden oasis peaking through walls of pine trees, leading down to a mirror still lake only disturbed by the quietly blowing wind. 

"It's pretty." I gawked.

"It IS pretty, so take your pretty lady out there." 

"Oh, right. I was thinking that too, by the way." I grumbled. 

"I know, hotshot, so go get her." 

No more convincing needed, I took off to the living room to grab Genevieve and head out to the porch. There, we both shared a small cushiony chair with the footrest kicked up. I'd thrown a green blanket over us, and the tassels were busy tickling Gen's nose.

She blew them out of the way and made room for her face, which she promptly snuggled deep into my chest. Having her back in my embrace again settled a lot of racing thoughts in my head. It kept surprising me how comfortable I felt around her, like it was the only time I didn't have questions rattling like loose marbles around my head. 

One of those questions, one of those nagging doubts, came to light when Gen revealed she was worried about the same thing. "Do you think Allie will show up?" She asked, piercing the serenity with a heavy dose of crushing reality. My first thought was to comfort her, whether not I would be telling the truth.

"No, baby, of course not. She doesn't know where we are." I bit back the nerves edging into my voice, taking Genevieve's concerns as reason for me to be worried. I knew I'd given my ex-girlfriend the address before I'd gotten her pocket dial and discovered her cheating on me.

All I had left on my side was the hope that Gen would buy my bullshit until I had a plan put together. 

"You okay, baby?" She whispered, running her fingers across my cheek and tilting it towards her, kissing my chin. "You look a little lost."

"Lost in you, maybe." I joked.

"You're gonna have to work on your flirting if this is gonna work, that was almost inexcusable."

"Almost?"

"Almost." She cooed, never breaking eye contact as she tracked the twinkle jumping between my pupils with unbroken interest. A small sigh and a smirk crossed her face, contagiously spreading to mine. "Are we gross?"

"Gross how? Like too cute?" I felt like a teenage girl just saying that. "I like to think we're just making up for lost time, darling-sweetheart." I said, fighting back the urge to crack a smile midway through my teasing.

Gen gave me an exasperated sigh and shook her head. "If we start combining stupid pet names like that I'm going to break your knee caps with a hammer, baby doll."

"You're right, we ARE sick." I groaned, rolling my eyes defeated. 

A snarky remark about that being the "understatement of the year" came from the doorway. In the doorway stood Kelsey, peering over at us with her arms crossed, leaning on the doorframe. "Revolting, maybe, but I'm just not sure nauseating quite captures it." She came in and sat in the empty chair beside us, pulling out a tiny white tube and fitting it tightly between her lips. "Tanner wants you to come help him plate everything, by the way."

"He asked you first, didn't he?" I leered, fully aware of Kelsey's manipulative nature. 

"It's possible, but I'm busy with this now, you see." Kelsey pulled a joint from her pocket, carefully pinching the filter so the paper stayed crisp. Her eyes were hidden behind two large, dark amber sunglasses, but I could tell they were avoiding mine at all costs. I wasn't letting her escape my gaze so easily. 

Gen sat up and teased her hair for a second, planting both hands on my shoulders and pulling me from my seat. She understood what I clearly was forgetting; Kelsey was as stubborn as a person could be. Considering she had already lit the joint and inhaled her first plume of thick smoke, I should've known she wasn't willing to get up and help.

Without even using her words, Genevieve brought me to my feet. I swear, with her eyes alone she could convince me to do just about anything. Watching the wide, colourful saucers dart around my face brought a smile to my face, and pretty soon she was grinning right back. 

"Come on, let's give Kelsey a little privacy with her secret lover; the dreaded cannabis." Gen insisted, touching her small feet to the floor and stretching out her back. I resisted the urge to make a joke about her REAL secret lover, but bit my tongue instead.

Kelsey caught my silence and returned it with her own wordless 'thank you' in the form of a quiet head nod. I knew she probably wouldn't be ready to tell anyone about her and Lacy this weekend, and I was amazed at how well I was still keeping the secret from Genevieve. 

"Oh yeah, thanks guys,s I think I need some time alone to quit this awful habit." Kelsey flicked the end of her joint and dumped a chunk of grey ash into the tray beside her, laughing as she exhaled a lungful of chalky smoke. "Or better yet, I'll use the time to think about all the mistakes I've made that led me to this point." It didn't matter that we weren't listening much anymore, Kelsey was having enough fun talking to herself.

I looped my arms around the tiny girl as she stood up, helping her lift me a little, until we were both on our feet. Taking me by both hands, Gen led me inside to the kitchen. "Kelsey said you need help?" She said cheerfully.

"Well, I asked her for help, but I guess it's just as well that she enlisted you instead." He sighed, somehow still surprised at the lengths of Kelsey's selfishness. By now, we were used to it and pretty much took it in stride with her other, much greater qualities. "Grab plates and cutlery, would ya?"

Eventually the table was completely set, decorated with a hefty platter of ribs surrounded with potatoes and vegetables. We opted for paper plates to save us the trouble of having to clean them later, knowing ribs were going to make an awful mess.

While Gen and I had been out on the porch, Tanner took it upon himself to mix up a huge jug of margaritas. As I expected, the alcohol was heavily featured in the drink, and topped with a lime wedge and a straw.

"You really went all out with the booze, huh?" Lacy said, picking up her glass and drinking some from the top. "Tastes bearable, too."

"You're too kind." Tanner sighed flatly, clinking his glass against hers. 

We crowded the table and viciously grabbed at the food sprawled across it, piling our flimsy plates high with meat and potatoes. By the time I was done, I couldn't even see my plate through the mess of delicious edibles I'd piled on.

Gen and Kelsey were seated next to me, both sporting equally full plates and hungry eyes. Since we had been drinking and running around all day, we'd worked up a deep appetite for anything we could get our hands on.

Not to mention my shower with Genevieve sapped me of pretty much all the energy I had left, and I was desperately using dinner to refuel myself. I knew Tanner's drink wasn't going to be enough, so I brought a tallboy along with me as well.

"You know, if you keep drinking so much, you're not going to outlast the rest of us like you usually do." Kelsey teased, shovelling potatoes in her mouth. I knew her plan; eat as much as she could, then drink even more to balance on the tip of nausea. Surely a recipe for disaster for most people, but Kelsey was skilled at balancing her stomach contents so she could drink massive amounts but not pass out too early. 

"You're one to talk, little Mrs. 'Leaving Las Vegas'." I quipped.

"Nic Cage reference? I'm not drunk enough for that yet, hun." Kelsey complained. Fortunately for her, and probably for the rest of us, we were all well on our way to getting trashed. If there was a better way to enjoy a platter of ribs, we weren't aware of it.

Looking to my left, I could see Gen had a small dab of potato sitting on the corner of her lip. My first instinct was to wipe it off with my thumb, but I realized pretty quickly my hands couldn't be used for anything besides ribs and drinking right now.

I leaned over and kissed her, taking the potato with me and leaving her with an adorably shocked expression. After a couple seconds of recovery, she turned to me and narrowed her eyes. "You can't just go around kissing people when they have potato on their face!" She cried.

"I don't think there's a rule for that, the situation doesn't come up very often. What about coleslaw?" I said, slowly fazing the rest of my friends out of my concentration as I subconsciously diverted myself to Genevieve.

"I think that's probably worse, if they have coleslaw on them." She shot back.

"Says who? Who decides coleslaw is worse than potato?"

A small but mighty powerful foot kicked me under the table and I bit back a grunt. "People of importance say so, Kings and Queens of the food world." 

"I think you need a brush up on your history, love." 

"You need a brush up on shutting up." 

"Oh, good one, try saying 'up' one more time." We must've looked like idiots, sitting there holding slabs of meat and bickering back and forth.

A cough from Lacy cut us off and we snapped to attention. "Should we go in the other room before you two start pillow fighting?" Tanner, Carson, and Kelsey were snickering amongst themselves on the sidelines over Lacy's interruption.

"And before you ask; yes, you are that gut-wrenching." Kelsey added, munching on a carrot stick with a loud crack.

"Like in the way that Titanic is gut-wrenching?" I asked with faint hope.

"Like in the way that Titanic makes me physically ill, yes." Kelsey flicked a piece of carrot at me with a wink. "Could be worse, at least you two probably aren't gonna drown together."

Genevieve's hand snuck into mine and my fingers instantly intertwined with hers without requiring any thinking on my part. "Damn right we aren't, because I'm gonna be safe on the big floating door, right baby?" She chimed, picking the carrot off my shirt and tossing it in her mouth.

"Does that mean I get to drown in the frigid cold ocean?"

"I suppose so, but at least you get to be Leo for a while, so it's not all bad." Always the optimistic one, Genevieve even made drowning sound half bearable.

"Yeah, lay off, Jeremy." Kelsey tossed another small piece of carrot in the air towards Gen, shocked when she managed to catch it in her mouth, even over the table. 

Dinner was over too soon, and not a single stomach around the table was left empty. Despite the abundantly clear situation, most of us were still faithfully nursing the remnants of our drinks. The dim lighting gave a pleasant glow to the room, no doubt adding to our unanimous feeling of lethargic satisfaction. 

I'd slowed down my drinking so I didn't end up accidentally passing out. Nothing was going to make me waste another night with Genevieve, and I was suddenly struck with the sickening thought of what it would be like in a few days not waking up beside her, after we'd left the cottage.

Gen poked the top of my foot with her toes under the table, getting me to look over at her so she could mouth "what's wrong?" while the others continued chatting. I shook my head and blew her a kiss, telling her I was fine.

Truthfully, I was. My mind was just lost in fantasizing about how to best spend time with Genevieve before we headed back to the city. 

"So, I guess it's time to clean up." Carson said coyly, trying to shift the responsibility onto the girls. "And since us guys made dinner I think it's only fair that we don't have to do it."

"Nice try, hotshot." Lacy pinched his arm. "Jeremy, Tanner, you guys fuck off and we'll handle the dishes. Maybe Carson will help us if he decides to stop being such a wet blanket."

"Oh, come on, who says 'wet blanket' anymore?" Carson sighed, rolling his eyes. He knew there was no escaping Lacy once her mind was made up, and gave in to it rather than wasting time trying to argue. 

Tanner stumbled out of his chair and stretched with a goofy smile plastered on his face. "Tanner needs to go take a nap." He announced with a resounding echo. It took me a second to understand why, but the sight of several empty beer cans and shot glasses around his seat gave me the impression that the poor bastard was loaded.

We left Tanner to his drunken nap, and he stumbled into the darkness of his room beat boxing in a horribly off key manner. The girls dug in to the pile of plates and silverware, but I was sure to grab Genevieve's hand before she got swept up in the madness. 

"Come on, they don't need you, there's three of them." I insisted, tugging her arm like an impatient child. Genevieve bit her lips and pondered the morality of the idea, convinced she should help clean up rather than jump into bed with me again.

Pouting wasn't getting me anywhere with her, but I wasn't about to start begging. I let the crushing desire for sex do the talking for me, and knew it was only a matter of time before it changed Gen's mind.

Kelsey walked past carrying a stack of pans and gave her a small nudge with her hip. "Get the hell out of here, you two. We'll get you in twenty minutes, for the bonfire."

"Thirty minutes." Gen said flatly.

Kelsey chuckled and shook her head in disbelief. "Okay, thirty minutes then." 

"Twenty." I said, elbowing Gen to (not so subtly) get my message across.

Genevieve slapped me on the shoulder. "Twenty five." 

"Deal." Kelsey and I spat out at the same time, both eager to get out of there but for entirely different reasons. For me, it was the previously mentioned crushing desire for sex that was motivating me. 

I grabbed my girl's hand and didn't let it go until we were rolling together in bed, and even then my hands had a hard time staying off her. Before we leapt into bed together, Gen stripped down to just her underwear and a t-shirt. She'd unhooked her bra over her shirt and pulled it out through the arm hole, something I hadn't ever seen before.

"How did you do that?" I said hazily, examining her shirt like I was looking for signs of tampering. 

"I'm a wizard, you goon, why do you think I'm so good at giving head?" She asked with a cackle, throwing her bra off the bed and leaning in to bite my lip. 

"Lots of practice?" I responded sarcastically, whimpering in sharp pain when Gen snapped my lip back.

"You're a cheeky fucker, aren't you." She placed both hands on my face and kissed me better, knowing how instantaneously I would forgive her once our lips touched again.

It was only seconds into our make out session and I was already scrambling to tear Genevieve's shirt off. Her hands slapped mine away protectively. "Patience, you handsy little pervert." Gen wrinkled her nose cutely, pinning my hands down by my wrists but never removing her lips from mine. 

For such a small girl, she was surprisingly powerful. Not so much that she could actually overpower me, but the look of determination on her face was so adorable I couldn't help but let her try her hardest. 

I relinquished my guard and let her completely trap me under her, not that I was arguing with being straddled by the beautiful firecracker. "Have I been bad?" I asked with feigned timidity. "Do I need to be punished?"

"You need to be punished by kisses, if my vote carries any weight." Gen was pushing her chest against mine and battering my neck with pecks. "But in case you were about to ask, the answer is no; we are definitely not playing that game."

She kissed me again and rolled her tongue into my mouth like it was a practiced habit. Her will weakened and she released my wrists as a sign of good faith, trusting me not to take her by surprise.

It took all my focus not to race to undress her, but I pulled out all the stops and maintained a cool head. Genevieve started grinding on me, slowly at first, but eventually she started moving faster. With a disgruntled sigh, she grabbed my hands and plopped them on her ass, firmly pressing her hands down on mine.




Big Things Cum in Small Packages Ch. 04



"I thought you'd know this routine better by now." She taunted me, shaking the globes of doughy flesh until I dug in with my fingers. I spread them apart, smacking the juicy mounds so they would echo with wavy, white ripples. "That's the best you got?"

I snarled at her and snapped my teeth. "Not quite." I wrapped my arms around her and squashed the room between us, rolling her onto her back so I was on top of her, between her legs. 

My plan had been to completely submerge her in kisses so I would have an ample distraction in place to help me sneak her underwear off. Before I had a chance, Genevieve grabbed the bottom of my shirt and tugged it up over my head. 

She couldn't see the look of disdain on my face, but I'm sure she could feel it. "Well if THAT'S your idea of an improvement then you're way out of your league." We tussled in a fury trying to pull my shirt off, giving my hair a wildly tangled look when it finally came off.

"I hate you." I narrowed my eyes and reluctantly accepted her invitation to kiss again, failing to hide the smile she forced on me. 

"You adore me." She insisted, gazing up at me longingly with her serene, captivating doe eyes. A sparkle like a gem hidden among the fields of dazzling blue waters caught my attention and without so much as a warning, I was hopelessly love in Genevieve's eyes.

I didn't even have time to pick what to say first before she kissed me again, slithering her talented pink snake over mine and tangling them like pieces of twine. "It seems to me that you're partially in my debt from that shower." She brought up the conversation like it was nothing, turning her head to the side as I went to kiss her and interjecting words into an otherwise peaceful moment. 

Then again, maybe I was just bitter we'd stopped kissing.

"Is that what you think?" I raised an eyebrow and tried to jog her memory. "I think you blew me in the shower just because you lost a bet, right?"

She put on a remarkably cute frown. "So, you don't think I did a good enough job?" She sniffled and gazed aimlessly out the window. Unlucky for me, I was with a girl who was incredibly gifted at playing the wounded card, and could outwit me just about every time. 

"Oh, fine, you did a great job." I conceited and waited until she perked up to sneak a quick kiss, placing the first of many on her glossy lips. Every kiss after that was lower than the last, blazing a trail down to her t-shirt neckline. 

I looked up at her with a sheepish grin, biting the collar of her shirt and pulling it down with my teeth. "You're very persistent, you know that?" She reached down and slid her shirt up to her chest, arching her back to lift it all the way off.

My brain lapsed for a second when I remembered that Gen's bra was already off, but I was quick to resume my path of wet, concentrated kisses. A path which was beginning to show signs of serious interest over Genevieve's newly revealed breasts. 

"Why do you always look so fascinated?" She asked with curiosity. "You've seen them before, and you're gonna see them again, right?"

"If I play my cards right that should be true." I responded with my face buried between her boobs, using the warm piles of flesh to mould around my face like putty. 

"Sweetheart, I wouldn't have given you my ass if you hadn't already played your cards so incredibly right." 

I won't lie, I had a cocky smirk on for the next few minutes that I just couldn't erase. My eyes were closed as I occupied myself with Genevieve's nipples, sucking the bright pink caps and grazing my teeth over the bumpy surface.

The other was being steadily worked by my kneading hand, massaging the firm tit and tweaking the stiff peak jutting out from the centre. I nibbled as softly as I could, trying to evoke the right reaction from Gen by putting a certain amount of pressure on her nipple. 

When she moaned, either in pain or pleasure, I couldn't always tell, I'd take my teeth off and use a more gentle approach. I flicked my tongue around the hardened nub, dragging it over the rubbery surface.

I knew my French kissing with her chest would have to end, so I popped the saliva coated nub from my mouth and gave it one last parting kiss, resuming my travelling kisses down her body.

The impeccable smoothness of her tummy was unmatched by anything I'd ever conjured up in my imagination, and I gladly let my lips wander across it, placing little reminders of where they'd been. Every inch I closed of the gap between me and her bare, glistening peach was increasing my nerves.

By the time I reached her panties and hooked my thumbs into the waistband I was practically exploding with anticipation. Genevieve's legs were shaking timidly as I kissed by her knee, drifting upwards as I tugged on her panties, desperate to get them off. 

I got the go-ahead in the form of an arched back, getting Gen's butt off the bed so I could yank the underwear off in a flash. My arms tucked under Genevieve and I pulled her close to me, basking in the musty heat she so generously secreted. 

My cheeks brushed against her thighs as I finished my descent, resting my nose on the top of her mound and gingerly lodging my tongue in the opening to Gen's slit, plunging it through the syrupy mess. Impatient for a taste of what she had to offer, I plunged my tongue in her pussy with a wild thirst, lapping at the creamy, molten sweetness.

My hair was already a blended up mess, but that didn't stop her from mixing her fingers up in my straw-blonde hay. Using the roots like reigns she pulled me into her, devilishly toying with just how deep my tongue could reach. I looked up from between her legs, peeking up over her flawlessly smooth tummy. Genevieve's face was blank, save for a slightly upturned smile, eyebrows wiggling in response to every back and forth motion my tongue did across her clit.

She tore her eyes open and groggily shook her head, meeting my eye contact and immediately turning a brilliant shade of red. "Having fun?" Her adorable voice squeaked out.

"Not as much fun as you seem to be having." I said, closing my lips around her clit and sucking the engorged button, brushing my tongue against it in long, broad strokes. "Speaking of fun I was thinking-."

Genevieve tapped a finger to her lips and shushed me. "Quiet, cutie. Back to work, please." She batted her eyelashes so seductively I didn't need her persistence to help me, but she pushed my head back down anyway. 

Even with her sharp orders, her confident tone quickly subsided into brief, hasty words spat out with a great deal of effort. She jumped slightly when I slid my tongue through her syrups juices again, treating my taste buds to the delicious sweetness I'd become so fond of.

The heat engulfed my tongue as I dove deeper into her pussy, hungrily slurping her honey and mashing my tongue to her sensitive, pulsing clit. A shudder ran through her body that caused a jolt in her legs, clamping them around my head like a bear trap. Knowing I'd found a weak spot, I exploited it with more attention than she was expecting, dedicating my focus to Genevieve's clit so feverishly I could feel her peach contracting in shock.

Genevieve, much to my delight, was eager to get rougher. Little fingers tangled in my hair, rocking her hips up and down trying to find the best way to utilize my tongue to her advantage. My nose was struggling for air among the thick, creamy wetness, but I managed to find a gulp of oxygen in the short breath I took amid my tongue fucking. Not wanting to leave her unattended during my breather, I used the opportunity to carefully circle my thumb around her clitoris. 

Even I was surprised by how rapidly I was adapting to know exactly how to push Genevieve's buttons, but I guess having the proper motivation was reason enough to memorize every inch of her body. Like a well-tuned instrument, she responded predictably to every push and pull of my fingers as I played her to a perfect harmony.

Whatever I was doing it worked wonders; I didn't get a peep out of her after that. Despite her silence I could tell she was extremely excited. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass, but that could've had something to do with the cool air whipping against them.

I let her teeter on the edge of satisfaction for a moment, planning my next move.

Once my breath was collected I stated kissing back up her thigh, listening to her timid, repeated whispering of "oh god" like it was spurring me on. Without any warning I placed the tips of my fingers in the sticky opening to Genevieve's kitten, dipping them into the warm, wet folds of her slit.

Honey collected on my fingers and coated them in slick lube. She easily accepted my middle finger and ring finger inside, spreading open for the digits and taking them as deep as she could in one go. I had to pause when she constricted, as she'd been known to do, and wait for her to relax her walls so I could dig my fingers deeper. It felt like she gave way to my advances as she let her defences down, and let her grip loosen.

The more I eased my fingers into her, the more her throbbing clit begged loudly for the same all-consuming treatment as her insides. 

My other arm was still pinned under Genevieve's left leg, but I had a strong hold on the limb and was using it to tether her to me, preventing her from scrambling away from me. Our grinding had stopped and instead gave way to a slow paced, irregular wobble.

The fleshy tunnel greedily shaped itself however I told it to, responding with tightening shivers the instant I connected with her g-spot, noting the change in texture as I connected to it. Timing my generous, long licks with the speedy tempo of my fingers massaging her inner love button silenced Genevieve entirely; not a moan or whimper to be heard as she entered a pre-orgasmic haze.

Like it was the last drop of water in a desert, I was desperately lapping up Gen's juices. Though I was getting most of it all over my mouth and face, she still continued to fall victim to the manipulation of my fingers and let more wetness seep out, much to my encouragement. 

A switch flicked in Genevieve's brain and she snapped to life, letting her moaning go from soft coo from a near shout before I reached up and clapped my hand over her mouth. "Shut da fuct uh!" I had my face still buried in her honey pot, and had to swallow some of her juices in order to make myself audible.

She only got louder as I continued, so I reluctantly halted my efforts and hissed at her. "Shut the fuck up!" The nonchalant smirk she was sporting could be felt under my hand. To help keep herself quiet, Gen lent me a hand by clapping it down over mine and laughing like a banshee.

"God dammit, you're annoying." I punctuated the sentence by sucking and releasing her clit in one rough motion. 

"Then shut me up." She whispered, as more of a dare than a request.

Accepting the challenge wasn't even something I had to think about, and I happily dove back between her legs. 

My tongue took wide brushes over her clit, letting every tiny taste bud have a turn at tickling it. The sensitive nub quivered at the direct focus, causing Gen to force herself to withhold the urge to release a guttural scream.

Lucky for her, that was just the beginning. 

I knew I would need my fingers to really throw her over the edge, so I wiggled two of them like snakes and pushed them as deep into Genevieve as possible. The tiny girl shuddered in ecstasy as I pulled my hand back, triggering her g-spot and putting her thighs in a python like vice-grip around my head. 

A third finger still managed to find its way into her, stretching her beyond what I'd attempted since we hit the mattress. I pumped my fingers in and out of Genevieve's pussy, smiling like a dork at the sensational effect it was having on her. I worked on her like I was intently creating a piece of art, noting every reaction her body gave and working to recreate the best ones. After a few minutes of this, Gen was powerless to defend herself against her coming orgasm. 

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm already fucking cumming, God dammit!" She let out a high pitch whine, half-heartedly wishing for a break.

The squirming body I had my tongue latched onto was hard to hold onto, and if I didn't know better I'd say Genevieve was trying to get me to relent for a moment so she could collect herself.

My fingers were gliding effortlessly through her slippery pussy, carefully moving in between the spastic clenches of her wet, velvet walls. Time passed by extremely slowly, giving me a chance to really ride Genevieve's orgasm out until the end. With the slick insides still pulsating around my fingers, giving them dozens of squishy hugs, I thought for sure I would lose at least one of them. By the time I pulled them out, Gen's hole was thoroughly used and didn't look like it was up to the challenge of shrinking to its original size.

The bright pink petals of her pussy lips glistened with a combination of saliva and honey, mingling to give a pungent, sharp aroma to the room.

Once she had settled down, we took a minute to lay and let Genevieve bathe in the afterglow of her orgasm. The room was dark, but I could make out her upturned grin in the shadows as she purred softly into my chest, which she was now happily snuggled against.

My breathing had returned to normal, though after all the racing it had been doing lately it seemed like it was resting at a snail's pace. It would've been nothing short of heaven to lie there another hour with my girl, but I could hear the others getting restless outside the walls of our private sanctuary, and knew we'd have to leave it soon.

Quivering legs hardly kept her on her feet, but with my help she managed to walk out into the kitchen like nothing special had happened in the room. 

Kelsey was quick to catch our sheepishly exchanged chuckles as we exited my bedroom, and just as quick to call me on it. "That didn't feel like 25 minutes." She said with no effort to hide the judgement in her voice. Sure, it was faux-judgement, but she played it off as real just the same.

"Turns out he didn't need that long." Gen slapped my butt, her boldness likely surprising her just as much as it surprised me.

"If you're all done playing with each other-."

"Kelsey, gross!" I whined, stomping my foot to startle her into shutting up like she was a yapping puppy. 

"Then you can get the fire started." Kelsey said, shooting me an unenthused look and throwing a box of matches at me. "We'll be down in a few minutes, bring the newspaper down, would ya?" 

I knew there were already hacked up logs ready to be used as ammunition for the fire, so Gen and I grabbed a stack of newspapers and raced down the dimly lit path to the bonfire pit. We both knew it meant another few minutes of being alone together, so we jumped at the chance.

The winding, rocky pathway that took us down to the fire pit came in the form of several large stepping stones firmly implanted in the dirt floor of the forest. Branches from various pine trees extended from the darkness, giving our tiny walkway a treetop canopy to block out the moonlight.

With one arm holding a bundle of papers, the other was securely tethered to Genevieve's. The walk was a short one, but we took our time and absorbed the feeling of being surrounded by clean air and bugs. Not exactly romantic, but is a cottage really complete without mosquitoes?

We reached the pit and Gen ran excitedly to claim her chair, eyeballing all of them before deciding on the right one. The large, wooden arm chairs were perfect for Muskoka and gave it the perfect rustic feel we all loved. The colours were nothing short of a train wreck, ranging anywhere from red, to purple, to black with pretty yellow suns painted on it.

"I think the wind is gonna blow the smoke away from me tonight." She exclaimed confidently, selecting a red seat that faced the lake and making herself comfortable. "This chair has good vibes, ya know?"

"Gen, it doesn't matter where you sit, we're all gonna get smoke in our eyes, that's part of the experience." I have to admit I was preoccupied with setting up a wood teepee stuffed with newspapers, but I still had time to dish out common bonfire knowledge. "Kind of like how Doritos have that annoying cheesy dust on them. It's part of the experience, even though it sucks."

"Please stop coming up with chip metaphors, they don't work as well as you think." Genevieve snapped open a paper and began reading. She was quiet for a couple seconds before giving a sad sigh. "Aw, Gladys Darnell passed away."

"I'm not so sure you knew anybody named Gladys Daniel."

"Darnell!" Gen kicked me in the butt as I leaned over to finish the arrangements on my fire starting fortress. 

"Sorry, I meant Darnell." I looked back over my shoulder and gave her the dirtiest look I could muster, but I could only keep a straight face for so long before her goofy smile broke my will. "Who was she?"

"Just some lady."

I was taken back by her answer, and now I wanted to return her kick even more. "So you didn't know her?"

"Nope, but somebody did." She said with a hollow tone, carefully reading through the rest of her obituary.

"Why not let them read her obituary while you help me start a fire?" I didn't really need the help. The matches easily ignited and I tossed them randomly into the fire, using a spray-and-pray approach to my pyrotechnics and hoping one of them would catch.

The bursts of flame would falter slightly when they hit the paper, searching desperately for something to feed on. Once the white sheets turned brown and crispy they caught fire instantly, spreading like a virus over the rest of the crumbled up ball until it had consumed the whole thing.

All this red and orange beauty, engulfing the wooden structure with untamed hunger, and all Gen could do was read the pages I hadn't burned. 

"A whole life gone and all that's left to tell the world, her friends and family, that she's gone, is a small square in a local paper." Genevieve didn't sound like she knew how she wanted that to sound; like a question or a statement. 

"If they really were her friends, and family, they'd probably notice she was dead. Unless there was some type of weekend at Bernie's situation going on, does it say anything about that?" I stood up to look over the paper and bent it towards me with my finger.

In a flash of light Gen cracked the paper like a whip and I recoiled, sneering at her. "I just feel like it deserves to be read by somebody." She explained. "We're all gonna have a square one day, wouldn't it be cool if some person you never met knew who you were, even for just a minute?"

Truthfully, I didn't have a response. It wasn't that I was afraid to shatter her with a "no" in the moment she seemed delicate, but rather that I was afraid I agreed with her.

She folded the paper and set it beside her, looking around for more. "Did you bring the comics down?" Her voice quickly rose to distress when she couldn't find what she was looking for. "You burned them! Dammit, Jeremy!"

A shadow came trotting down the path to the bonfire, clutching something and waving it in the air like a flag. "No he didn't!" It was Lacy, her moonlit white hair shining miraculously as she bounced towards us. 

The "flag" turned out to be the missing comics page, which put Genevieve right back in a good mood.

"I always save the strips, gotta keep them separate from the burnables." Lacy took the seat on Gen's left, so I quickly sat down in the one on her right so nobody else would.

Genevieve hummed to herself as she read the comics, withdrawing from the conversation to engross her mind in the funnies. As she let her mind wander, the locks in her brain unhinged and she had a momentary slip up. Something in the colourful pictures must've clicked a few pieces together, because she suddenly made the jump to a topic that and no business being brought up.




Big Things Cum in Small Packages Ch. 04



"Oh, Lacy, how did Kelsey like the gift?" She asked.

"What gift?" I interjected. Fear swept over Lacy's face before she had a chance to silence Genevieve. 

"The underwear, right?" At first she looked curious, but in an instant it matched the same fear Lacy was showing. "Oh...shit. I mean-."

"You bought underwear for Kelsey?" I asked skeptically. "I mean, I knew you two were close but I didn't think you were at the gift giving stage."

"How close did you think we were?" Lacy asked, daring to confront me to spill about my private knowledge. I blushed and fumbled for words, giving Lacy all the clues she needed. "Oh my God, Kelsey told you didn't she?"

It wasn't fair to ask Kelsey to keep any sort of secret from me, and vice versa, which I tried to explain to Lacy. I think she was too paralyzed in shock to do much more than listen to me and nod occasionally.

"Lacy, I think it's great." I smiled, coaxing one from her in return. "How close ARE you two, exactly?"

"I think she's really cool, but we only just met. We aren't in love, not like you two." Lacy became flustered when her loose lips mentioned something, once again, better left unsaid. 

The four letter word gave Genevieve an instant tension, and her fingers gripped the paper tighter as soon as it pierced her ears. Slowly lowering the barrier, she made reluctant eye contact with me. "Did you tell people you're in love with me?"

"No!" Perhaps my first reaction was a bit too harsh, but this wasn't the place I wanted to have a conversation of this magnitude. Rushing things had never been an issue for us; we needed less than 48 hours together to get to know each other inside out. So why was this such a dramatic leap?

Heavy, stomping footsteps barrelled down the pathway to the fire pit. The three of us silently agreed to keep a lid on everything we'd just talked about, and we're happy for comic relief in the form of Tanner carrying two arms full of beer.

A case of 24, to be exact.

Carson was lingering behind him finishing a cigarette, and Kelsey was keeping him company. 

Genevieve crumpled up the cartoons and lobbed the ball into the fire, letting the crisp pages fall victim to brilliant, dancing flames. I couldn't tell if she was upset with me, or just thrown off, and I was even less sure about how I was feeling.

I didn't think the butterflies invading my stomach would ever end, but all it took was Genevieve's hand slipping perfectly into my palm to prove me wrong. By the time her fingers curled around mine and squeezed them tightly, I had already forgotten what agitated me so much.

The gleam of the fire was perilously outshone by the brightness of her eyes, gazing deep into mine as her grip tightened and she flashed me a gentle smile. She blew me a kiss and succeeded in calming me down, in a sense.

She'd turned me from anxious to horny in a matter of seconds, and I made sure to pause for a moment to mentally commend her for that feat. This wasn't the place to let my colours show, so I miserably doused my own flame in the first sip of yet another cold beer, provided by Tanner.

Like the true friend he was, Tanner had taken it upon himself to make sure not a single one of us was left without a drink in their hands. Nothing beats a delicious home cooked meal followed by a cold bear next to a hot, roaring flame. Crackling wood filled the air, releasing a smoky smell that started giving me flashbacks to our ribs earlier. 

Silence only satisfied for so long around a campfire, and we soon found ourselves comparing sadistic stories of our most disastrous nights of drinking. 

"Okay, who has the grossest puke story?" Kelsey asked, crunching a beer can and tossing it on the sand. I gave her a foul look and she shrugged innocently. "I'll pick it up later, promise." 

Carson didn't have to think long to come up with an answer for her, and was sure to be the first one to share. "When Lacy and I went to our first frat party I lost four games of beer pong in a row." The bastard almost sounded like he was semi-proud of himself.

"And that made you puke?" I asked.

"Not quite, but it definitely got the ball rolling." Carson said, taking a long sip on his beer. "All that losing got me in the mood to do something I thought I could win at, so I called for an eating challenge."

"What'd you have to eat?" Genevieve asked curiously. "And how much of it?"

"Both good questions." I nodded approvingly, bumping fists with the pint-sized cutie in my lap.

Dramatic effect was too hard for Carson to avoid so he once again milked his drink to increase the wait. "Bowls of chilli, and lots of it." We all sighed in disgust and Carson rushed to defend his point. "It was the only thing the frat house had left over from a BBQ cook off the weekend before."

"That's messed up, man." Kelsey shook her head. "Real messed up."

Lacy had been holding back laughter the whole time, getting by on snickering under her breath, but now she gave up and went for an all-out laugh attack. We all caught her bug and were in stitches soon enough.

When the noise died down, Lacy got our attention. "I remember that night, but I still think I can beat it." Carson looked at her expectantly. "The night I first met Señor Maxwell was probably my biggest episode of stomach soup." Most of us gagged noisily, myself included. 

Lacy went on to explain who, or what, Señor Maxwell was. The neon green, plastic funnel had been an absolutely essential party tool when we were in high school. We had made it out of the cheapest, most pathetically flimsy material we could find. Like the budget spenders we were, we never had to replace Señor Maxwell throughout his entire run.

Some of our other friends beer bongs broke, but ours stayed the test of time until we finally put him to rest on the night of our graduation. Throughout his four years we only had to repair him a handful times, and one of those came on the night we said goodbye to him for good.

"Now THAT was a night to remember." Carson reminisced dreamily. 

"What was so special about it?" Genevieve piped up.

I knew at that moment that Lacy, Tanner, Carson and I were all thinking the same thing. Better yet, we were all going to keep it a secret. "That's a story for another time." I assured her. "We don't have nearly enough time to tell it all."

"The important part, however, is that I chugged so much boxed wine I projectile vomited it like sour grape juice." Lacy shuddered as she told the story, reliving the graphic details. It took everything Gen had not to laugh out loud, but the story wasn't over yet. "After the first burst, and I swear to God I was like a fountain, I put my hand to my mouth to cover it and just made it splash up into my eyes."

"And she hasn't touched boxed wine since." Carson said, initiating a respectful golf clap, dripping with sarcasm. "Fine, you were right yours was worse. That must've stung like a bitch."

Lacy gave a half-hearted cheer for her victory, not sure the prize was worth letting her "wine in the eye" story go public. 

The stories around the sizzling campfire continued to flow, growing more and more intense with each beer consumed. Crackling hot embers took to the skies on a series of sharp pops, burning out in fiery rage as they fluttered to the floor. 

My brain was swimming in a thick head fog, and my eyes proved themselves too difficult to hold open. As I succumbed to the droopy eyed blinking brought on by one too many drinks, Genevieve nuzzled her nose into my neck. "Hey gorgeous." The tiny girl wasted no time in sending shivers down my spine, kissing my neck to do it. They weren't anything special, but nonetheless it didn't make it any easier to keep my eyes open. 

I wanted to relax in this state of bliss, but reality body checked me with a sharp whistle and a shout. "Oi! Prick!" Something light bounced off my shin with a metallic twang, so I assumed Tanner had thrown his beer can at me. "You sleepy, huh?" His mockery wasn't as subtle as it usually was, something I had been taking for granted. 

As my eyes opened, I wasn't just greeted by the usual dread accompanied by being torn from a peaceful dream, but I also felt a skin crawling sense of fear I hadn't experienced since the first time I swam in a lake after seeing Jaws.

Headlights washed through the trees like bright yellow waves, and once I pieced together their location I quickly lost interest in their momentary beauty. They were coming from my driveway, and when they shut off I knew somebody had gotten out.

A thousand horror movies played over in my head in the span of a few seconds, and right away I knew we were all in trouble. Genevieve must've felt it too, because she had abandoned showing me affection entirely and had taken to staring in the same direction as me.

I watched all the exits in case I had to escape, but that was probably just my drunken brain distracting itself. When I saw the silhouette of a girl emerge over the hill I knew it wasn't a problem I could run away from, though I was seriously considering that route. 

"Oh shit." Gen squirmed uncomfortably, debating whether or not to leave my side. There was only one thing that could scare her like that, and unfortunately it was now barreling down the hill towards us. 

The air grew heavy as she approached, drawn down by the weight of her toxic presence. Her hair bobbed menacingly, the way it always did when she was angry, and I was hit with waves of cruel nostalgia.



The lump in my throat snowballed until it felt like I was swallowing a fist, with unsuccessful results, even before she spoke. 

"What the fuck is going on here?" Allie spat out. "You're single for one day and you start shacking up with the first slut you see?"

"Who says shacking up anymore?" Tanner asked with a chuckle, oblivious to the intense aura of the bonfire.

"Don't you have somewhere to go jerk off, you burned out little freak?" Venom punctuated her words as Allie viciously ripped Tanner a new asshole with one sentence. The poor guy slumped down in his seat and kept his mouth shut. "I'm here for Jeremy, and his little bimbo, too."

"And his little dog, too?" Carson chimed in, with the best of intentions, and charged into the minefield that was, Allie.

She turned to him and sucked her teeth. "If I hear another word out of that limp dick, dumb shit mouth of yours, I'm gonna hire somebody to break your kneecaps."

"What the fuck are you doing?" I shouted menacingly, silencing the squabbling idiots. 

"I knew I shouldn't have uploaded those photos." Lacy shook her head, unsure if she wanted to be part of the coming hurricane. Either way, I heard her and wanted to press her for more details.

"What the hell do you mean?" I asked sternly.

She whipped through her phone and brought up a picture of Gen and I in the water, playfully splashing and wrestling each other in the waves just by the shore. Her hair was a wet, tangled, mess and I was sparkling with grains of sand still clinging to my back, both sunburnt and sweaty. But somehow, seeing me tower over her in the picture outshone those imperfections.

With the sun shining bravely in the background, we had our lips locked passionately and looked so at peace, I almost felt like I'd been removed from the hostile beach I was really sitting on and transported to that paradise.

I lifted Genevieve off of me and stood up with her in my arms, keeping her protectively close as I stepped towards Allie. "You made your point, now fuck off." My teeth were unnaturally gritted in fury, which I hadn't expected to feel upon seeing my ex-girlfriend again.

"You think I drove two hours to make a fucken point?" She yelled. "I haven't heard from you all weekend, and all of a sudden I see pictures of you getting touchy with some whore-."

"Oh, bite me, you walking dumpster fire of a human being." Gen snapped, planting her hands on her hips and scrunching her nose like an angry hamster. "He gave up on you the second he heard your voicemail."

The dumbfounded look on Allie's face told us she didn't know what we were talking about, but Kelsey was quick to fill her in with a snippet of the famed recording she'd gotten on her phone.

A quizzical glance from me let Kelsey know she needed to explain a bit further. "I sent it to my phone, made it a ringtone, laugh at it from time to time." It was like she was explaining the ingredients to a tuna salad, her voice was so monotone.

"You psycho bitch!" Allie shrieked, kicking sand at Kelsey with lazy intent. 

"Don't blame me, you sound like a demon when you're getting fucked." Kelsey looked at me to confirm, but I was too overwhelmed to spend time making jokes. The wailing on the recording got louder, and the pitch heightened, so Kelsey motioned to her phone excitedly. "This is my favourite part; see, your growling sounds like you're saying 'butter my biscuit' but that would be, like, absurd to say out loud, right?"

Being brought down a peg by Kelsey's humiliation, and the difficulty grasping the existence of her unknown sex tape, Allie was derailed for a moment from her rampant frenzy. Her lips parted in a loss for words, urging me to leap in while she was disarmed.

"I heard what you did, and I'm not up for this anymore." I admitted in defeat. "You're an exhausting person, Allie. I can't ever be good enough for you because you never really wanted me to be."

"High standards, is what he means." Kelsey interjected again, but hushed up when I gave her a demanding glare. 

"What I MEAN is once I stopped needing fixing, we had to work on fixing you, and that was too hard for either of us." My words came easy, I didn't have to think for a second what'd driven me away from Allie, even though I hadn't given it a second thought since Genevieve kept me distracted with sex, and affection. 

Tension seeped through the air like fog, all of us waiting patiently to see whether Allie would snap under the weight of her own over confidence. Terror fluttered behind her eyes as she realized how hopelessly outnumbered she was. So, naturally, she did what she always did.

"Jeremy can I see you in the kitchen?" She demanded, more than pleaded.

"Do you KNOW where the kitchen is?" I asked sarcastically, not waiting for her to reply. Gen squeezed my hand tightly as I let her go, which made Allie tense up unexpectedly. Maybe it was a bit twisted, but I enjoyed the idea of tormenting Allie with Gen as profusely as I could, especially after she cheated on me.

She was the one who needed to explain herself, but I still felt attacked.

Against my better judgement, I followed the burning ball of fury up the stairs to the cottage. Something in my brain told me to avoid the knife-happy area of the kitchen, so I opted for a seat in the living room.

"Why did you come up here?" I asked her flatly.

"To get away from your friends." I could already tell her demeanor had shifted to defensive, and half the hostility had been cut from her tone.

"I mean up North, why did you come here?"

"To talk to you." She said, leaving me to wonder what she was going to say next. "About the phone call."

"About the voicemail?" I shot back, childishly picking apart her words to gain what I thought would be an upper hand.

"You know what I meant, don't be cute."

"I can't help it, and I think if I tried to stop people would start rioting in protest."

Her eyes rolled and my stomach did the same when I realized how similar she looked to Gen while doing it. I shook the thought from my head and buried my face in my hands, pressing my palms against my eyes with enough force that I saw stars.

"What's there to talk about?" I asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Well, we could start with how sorry I am." She reached for my hand but I tore away from her at the last second. "I know, I know you probably don't care for me much right now, but-."

"No, no 'but' necessary, you can stop there." 

She stomped her foot and turned her back me, massaging her temples with her fingers. Once her composure returned she faced me, displeased that she had to play mediator to our argument.

My hands trembled on their way to the sides of my neck, covering my ears with my forearms for a second of peace. Allie had run out of things to say, which had to be a first for her. I could see in her eyes she wanted to keep convincing me, but accepted it wouldn't change anything. 



Her eyes held the same lost, defeated look mine did when I heard the voicemail of her cheating on me. "So I came up here for nothing?" She sighed. "Figures, my luck has been shit ever since... you know." 



"I know." Was all I offered her. 



I wondered what Genevieve was thinking since I'd left her at the bonfire, and Allie read my mind instantly. 



"You and her are pretty close all of a sudden." She noted bitterly. 



"Drop it, Allie." I hissed.



"No, really, out of nowhere she's on you like cheap perfume on-."



"You?" That shut her up quick. Still, I thought she deserved some explanation. "She and I have been close for a while now." 



"WE have been close for a while now, like 2 fucking years, Jeremy." 



"Do you really think so?" I shot back, citing the past 4 months or so as evidence to my claim. 



After I walked her through the important details of what had driven me away from her. I started off hostile, but by the end I was partially trying to convince her it wasn't entirely all her fault.



Classic me, a people pleaser to the end. 



"Are you happy with her?" The sorrowed look on her face almost made me want to lie to her.



"Yeah, I really am." I didn't want to hurt Allie anymore, as cathartic as it would feel, so I took her the back way to the driveway so she wouldn't have to face my friends again. 



The walk there felt like it took weeks, knowing the whole time it would probably be our last one. She came here a mess, and was leaving even worse off. Old habits begged me to console her, tell her she had more to offer somebody else, but I bit my tongue. 



I stood outside the driver side window, leaning against the frame. Wind lashed against my face, no longer dousing me in the crisp, gentle breeze I felt by the beach. The forest surrounding the driveway made it hard for moonlight to get through the lofty treetop shield. 



The dense blackness played host to a terrible number of crickets, each selfishly fighting to be the center of attention. All we were left with was the high pitched serenading that comes so welcomed with the cottage atmosphere. 



"I'm gonna go." Allie whispered, regretfully telling her feet to move, and her hand to turn the keys. Even with the car roaring to a start, she felt no urge to move further. 



Every fiber of my being told me to ask her to stay, but I knew that was just my crippling fear of change demanding a presence in the spotlight. 



My dry mouth spilled words out like sand, and couldn't resist the urge to choke up. "I'm sorry." I muttered pathetically. 



"No, I'm sorry." She said. "I was stupid thinking coming here would fix anything. Something just feels wrong about throwing away 2 years."



"I said the same thing that night to Tanner." Such a conflict of emotion was bubbling in my stomach I couldn't tell how I was feeling. Anger at her, pity for her, pain because of her. The cocktail was venomous at best and had no issues steadily eating away at me. 



No more energy left to resist, Allie rolled up her window and hastily sped off down the road sending pebbles and dust up into the air. 



As the sound of her tires grew dimmer, so did the beating of my heart. I was left in the middle of the road, only still, black night to keep me company. I kicked a rock and watched it scurry off the side of the road into the ditch, startling a bunny taking shelter under a nearby bush. It shot out like a bolt of fur and took off in the other direction, startling me enough to make me shriek.