6 comments/ 57781 views/ 32 favorites Matters of Size Ch. 01 By: NotSoBigBird Matters of Size: Prom Night ******CHAPTER 1****** Back when I was in high school, I wasn't exactly what you would call a "player." In fact, I don't even think I really understood how sex worked until eighth grade, when they forced us to take a sex ed class. It's not that my parents were conservative—I wasn't sheltered at all—and I wasn't a dork either. I had plenty of friends, and I was the best runner on the Track team. In retrospect, I think several girls had crushes on me—but I was totally oblivious. Which ties directly to my chief problem: I'm really shy around girls. I mean REALLY shy. To give you some perspective here, a girl at a bar once asked me if I wanted to go back to her place, and I responded by explaining that I didn't get into cars with strangers. So, yeah—needless to say, I wasn't exactly a "go-get-'em" kind of guy when it came to women. Being as shy as I was, it wasn't hard for me to maintain a low-profile among the girls at my school—and I managed to keep from so much as kissing a single girl even once. Until, that is, Prom rolled around. Like I said before, I was a fairly popular guy, and all of my friends had dates. I would look like an idiot if I went stag, and staying home was out of the question. I began to ponder whether I should ask a girl (despite my shyness, I had plenty of female friends), and if it weren't for Megan, I would probably still be wondering. I had known Megan for several years, and in fact she was one of my best friends. It had taken a while, but over time I had overcome my shyness around her, and she was one of the few females I could really talk to--so I guess it's not too surprising that she would ask me. By the time she did, Prom was right around the corner, and I knew I probably wouldn't get another chance--but even if I had, I probably would have accepted anyway. As Prom crept closer and closer, Megan became increasingly excited. I was more on the stressed side—I had never even been close to having a girlfriend, and I really didn't know how to act. It did seem weird just how excited she was, though—I don't think she stopped talking about it once. Finally, after all the wait, it was time. I got a bouquet of flowers, I picked her up on time, and everything went great. I was probably a little awkward at first, but eventually I loosened up, and we had a great time. I drove her back to her house, and I thought that would be it. But she paused before getting out of the car. "Hey," she said, "why don't you come in and hang out for a little bit? I'm sure your parents won't mind." "Maybe not, but won't yours?" I replied nervously. I hadn't expected anything like this. "No, they're out of town for the month. Come on, it'll be fine," she insisted. "Well..." I figured I might as well. "Alright, if you say so." I parked the car in her driveway, and followed her into the house. "My room's upstairs," she said casually, "Just wait a minute while I change into something more comfortable." I was a bit more relaxed now, and I made my way up to her room. It was medium sized, and very tidy. I couldn't help but notice, however, that a stray pair of panties had fallen just beneath the edge of her dresser. The thought of her panties just lying there—and not on her body—gave me an instant erection. I tried to ignore it, though, and I quickly laid down on Megan's bed so the panties would be out of sight. I heard the sound of a door shutting somewhere down the hall, and the sound was immediately followed by Megan's voice. "Alright, I'm done," she said, and I heard the door open. I looked up and opened my mouth to greet her, but somewhere along the line I completely lost track of what I was going to say, and I just sort of sat there, slack-jawed. This was because all she was wearing was a lacy bra and what could only be Victoria's Secret panties. "Oh!" she exclaimed. She smiled and giggled, her ample breasts bouncing as she did. "Sorry, I didn't mean to catch you by surprise," she said unapologetically. "Um," I said like an idiot, "What are you..." She just winked and walked over to the bed. Grinning, she slid on top of my legs, straddling me. "Come on," she said, "I know you're hard right now." I'm pretty sure the look on my face was more than enough of an answer, and she reached for my zipper. My heart was racing. What if we had sex? Did she have condoms? Would she enjoy it? I had never done it before, and I was understandably nervous. She slowly unzipped my pants, and removed the button. She then grabbed the waistband of my boxers, and yanked them down. She let out a high-pitched snort, and her demure smile changed to an amused grin. "Uh, is something wrong?" I asked frantically, wondering what could be the matter. "Oh, well, it's nothing," she said, but it was obvious she was just barely able to contain herself. "It's just..." she said slowly, "I thought you'd be a bit... bigger?" She said it like it was a question. I was confused at first. I had always thought I had an average-sized penis. They had explained the mechanics in sex-ed, but they had never shown us a model or given us any measurements. It had never occurred to me that my penis might be any different than average in size. 'Uh, what—what do you mean?" I squeaked. "It's about average, I think..." Megan raised an eyebrow. "What about the guys on the Men's Underwear packages? Do you think they all just have comically huge dicks?" Megan had more than a hint of humor in her voice. "Well, I mean, I, uh," I stuttered, "It's not that small, is it?" "Well, I don't know," she said, staring at my dick, "I guess it'll probably be fine." "Here," she continued, turning around on the bed, "You can start." For a moment I just stared at her round, beautiful ass. Finally I realized she wanted me to fuck her from behind. Anxiously, I pulled her panties down, and spread her legs apart a bit. I pulled my pants down all the way, and grabbed my dick in preparation. With one hand, I spread her pussy a little, and with the other I pushed it in. I marveled silently at the warmth and slippery softness of her vagina. Megan turned her head back a little. "Come on, put it in," She demanded impatiently. "It is," I replied, puzzled. "Oh... I didn't notice," she muttered. "Just start, ok?" I was a bit more comfortable now, and I began to move back and forth, slowly at first, then faster and faster. "Can you pick it up a little?" Megan asked as politely as she could. I moved even faster. It felt wonderful—in fact, it was one of the best feelings I had ever experienced. I let out a moan of pleasure and rolled my head back. "Uh, could you maybe... push a little harder...?" Megan asked again. She sounded annoyed, so I moved even faster. I must have pulled a little too far back, because all of a sudden, my cock slipped right out of her pussy. I was on the verge of an orgasm, though, so I kept moving, and when I pushed back again my penis poked into her pussy. It wasn't enough to actually penetrate, but it was enough to make me orgasm, and I let out a loud groan as I ejaculated all over her pussy. "Oh, man," I huffed, "That was great!" "Oh, did you come?" Megan asked, sounding genuinely curious. "Uh, yeah," I replied tentatively. She turned over and looked down at her pussy, and her eyebrows rose in surprise. "Oh, um... Yeah, I guess you did!" she said finally, almost too enthusiastically. I must have been frowning because she looked up at me, and immediately continued. "It's just that, well, other guys I've slept with haven't been so, uh... messy." "But I bet it's just because you're inexperienced!" She said quickly, smiling at me. "Um, okay—I mean, as long as everything's alright," I stuttered. "There's just one thing I want to check," Megan said quickly, and she got up and walked out of the room. Despite having just come, my penis became rock hard again when I saw my semen dripping out of her pussy as she walked away. She closed the door behind her, and I was left to my thoughts—which quickly centered on my dick. I stared down at it. It didn't seem small, but how many dicks had I actually seen? I hadn't seen any, really. I put my hand next to it. After comparing for a few seconds, I determined that my penis was a little longer than my thumb. That didn't seem too small. The door opened suddenly, and in walked Megan. In her hands were her Smartphone and a ruler. "What do we need those for?" I asked, genuinely curious. "You'll see in a minute," she said distractedly, fiddling with her phone. "I'm just looking something up on the internet." I sat there awkwardly, wondering what she was doing. "Alright," she said finally, "It says here that according to a study done in America, the average male penis size is six and a half inches. Six inches is below average, Five inches is small, and Four inches is considered a tiny penis." "O-ok," I said, getting increasingly nervous. Those sounded like absurdly large numbers. "I wasn't really feeling it just now, so I wanted to use the ruler to see if I could figure out what's going on—but ONLY if you're okay with it, of course." She paused briefly before continuing. "You ARE Okay with it, right?" she asked, smiling sweetly. "Sure," I said without thinking. "It's totally fine." She nodded and smiled again before turning her full attention to my penis. She meticulously pinched my penis between her thumb and forefinger, holding my erect member straight in line with the ruler. She frowned quizzically. "Maybe if I push it in a little farther...?" she muttered under her breath. 'Eventually she shook her head and typed something into her phone. "Sorry," she explained, "just making a note of the measurement," She carefully put the ruler on her bed-stand before turning back to her phone. A few minutes passed, and I cleared my throat a couple times to no effect. "So," I finally said, "what was the measurement?" Megan looked up, flustered. "Uh," she said, selecting something on her phone, "You were almost three inches." "What?" I couldn't believe it. Megan looked me straight in the eye, with just the faintest hint of a smirk. "Your penis is two and three quarters inches long when fully erect," she repeated matter-of-factly. I looked down at my cock. It was now flaccid, and it had partially retracted into my body. It looked like I had a second belly button with the tip of a penis poking out. I reached down and tried to push the head out, but instead my penis shrunk all the way into my body. It looked like I just had balls and a piece of skin where my manhood should be. I looked up at Megan. "You have a really tiny penis," she remarked nonchalantly. I didn't know what to think. What impacts would this revelation have on my sex life? Would any woman want me? I wasn't sad or upset, but I felt more than a little embarrassed. "Maybe I should leave," I began, but Megan cut me off. "Oh, no, no," she said hurriedly, "We can't just let your tiny cock ruin our night together!" "Look," she continued, "I pleasured you, now it's your turn to pleasure me. That sex we had earlier—if you can even call it that—didn't do anything for me." My faced flushed with humiation. She had just plainly said that I had failed completely to satisfy her. It was like she thought that measuring my dick gave her the right to insult me as much as she wanted. I wanted to be angry, but I was beginning to feel strangely turned on by the way she was talking to me. "Wh-what do you want me to do?" I asked slowly. "Well, you orgasmed and I didn't, so I think it's only fair," She said plainly, "You are going to lick out my pussy." I gawked, not just at what she had requested but that she had ordered me to do it. Megan raised her eyebrows. "Unless you can think of some other way to pleasure me with that dicklet of yours?" "But, uh—isn't it covered in cum?" I asked, though I knew the answer. "Yes, it is," she said, "You made a mess, and now you get to clean it up." "Well, can't I, like—wipe it down first, or something?" "No," she snapped, "You have to swallow every last drop!" I gagged at the thought, and panic slowly began to rise in my chest. "Why do I—" Megan cut me off immediately. "Don't talk back! Just eat it, Bitch!" I was shocked—I couldn't believe she had just called me a bitch to my face. I was angry for a moment, but then I noticed that my cock had emerged and was now standing short and stiff, its head pulsing purple. "S-sorry," I said, avoiding Megan's gaze. Megan noticed my change in posture and laid back, spreading her legs in front of my face. I stared into her beautiful pink-and-red labia, still covered with gooey white semen. My cum had even made its way just into her vaginal cavity—but not very far. I bent down and drew my face close to her crotch. The smell of semen and vaginal fluids mixed into a pungent aroma that somehow aroused me even more. Without a second thought I shoved my face into her snatch, rolling my tongue around and mopping up as much semen as I could. Megan began moaning with pleasure almost instantly. Every few licks, I stopped to swallow the cum I had collected in my mouth. It was sticky and slimy, and it took several loud gulps to get each mouthful down. As I shoveled semen out of Megan's vagina with my tongue, I discovered that it actually tasted delicious. I became so distracted swallowing my own cum that I didn't even notice when Megan came, despite her loud wails and wild convulsions. After a few seconds, she sat up and began to stare at me. "Uh, you can stop now," she said slowly. I ignored her, and enthusiastically gulped down the last few licks of cum before pulling my face out from between her legs. I finally noticed her staring at me—she had a huge, unmistakable smirk on her face. "Wow," she said, "I really enjoyed that. I think you did too, though I'm not sure which part..." She winked at me, and I felt my face flush a little. "Most guys aren't that good at cunnilingus," she continued, giggling. "I guess you have to have other skills to make up for that pathetically tiny penis!" My face reddened with embarrassment, but it felt really good to have her talk to me like that. "Are you having a good time, little man?" she asked perceptively. I nodded obediently. "Well, don't worry," she continued, "I've got plenty of fun things for us to do—just you wait!" "Like what?" I asked excitedly. "Just be patient," Megan said as she got up and strode to her dresser. She rummaged through the top drawer for a few moments before pulling something out, and at first I couldn't quite tell what it was. I watched curiously as she pulled a bottle out of the drawer and furiously squirted its contents onto the object. Finally, she fastened it around her waist then turned to face me. My eyes bulged as a huge, jet-black dong swung around with her, bumping against her leg. It was a strap-on. "Like it?" she inquired, smiling coyly. I was lost for words. "It's eight inches long and two inches thick," she continued. "This is what a real man's penis looks like. Your pathetic little cock is barely as long as this baby is wide!" Megan hopped onto the bed, straddling my legs. She grabbed my dick and placed it next to her strap-on, and began to laugh. "Look at this," she said, "It's so fucking tiny!" I had no idea how to respond, but her abuse just made my erection harder. "What are you going to do with it?" I squeaked, fearing I knew the answer. "What am I going to do with it," she mimicked, laughing. "I'm going to fuck you with it!" With that she grabbed my legs and manhandled me into a belly-up, spread-eagled position. She reached down, flipped a switch, and a humming sound emanated from beneath the straps. Tightening her grip on my legs, she shoved the strap-on into my anus. I gasped at the pain that immediately shot through my butthole even as Megan began to moan with pleasure. She had, thankfully, applied copious amounts of lube, but the pain was tremendous. She pounded me relentlessly, pumping the dildo all the way in and out each time. "How do you like being fucked like a bitch?" she gasped, to which I replied with a loud groan as she shoved the dildo even farther in. She reached down and began vigorously pumping my tiny erect penis with her thumb and forefinger. She yanked it up and down faster and faster, and my groans of pain quickly turned into groans of pleasure. Megan jerked me harder and harder, and I quickly approached climax. She screamed and thrusted the dildo into me one last time as she came. With the dildo still inside of me, Megan gave me one last stroke and pointed my little dick straight forward, and I ejaculated all over myself. It was the most cum I had ever shot, and string after string landed on my chest and face. Panting quietly, Megan reached down and switched off the vibrator. She gently pulled out the strap-on, and laid down on top of me. Her whole body was touching mine, and she draped her arms around my head and shoulders in a loose embrace. She licked a long line of cum off of my face before resting her head against mine. "I really enjoyed that," she said after a moment. "Yeah," I said slowly, "me too." "You know," she whispered, "I always suspected you had a tiny dick." I blushed at her bluntness. "Uh, why?" I asked, wondering who else might know. "Well, to be honest, I've been checking you out since we met," she explained, "And I've never once seen a tent in your pants, if you know what I mean. What really convinced me were those gym shorts you had last year. They were practically skin-tight, but you didn't have any more bulge than I would have if I had worn them. From a distance, it even looked like you had a camel toe!" My face went completely red with embarrassment as I considered just how many people might already know about what I had just discovered—that I had a really tiny penis. Megan glanced at my expression and grinned. "Don't worry," she said, "I haven't heard any rumors about you. Not many of the girls know you well, so your little problem hasn't gotten much attention. "Which reminds me," she said suddenly, and scrambled off of the bed. She walked to her dresser and retrieved her phone. "Oh, good," she said after a moment, "It's almost midnight." I wasn't sure what she was talking about, but she seemed excited. I was about to ask her what she was talking about when the doorbell rang. "Megan, I thought you said your parents were out of town!" I exclaimed as I reached for my clothes. "It's not my parents," she replied, snatching them away. "Now come on," she ordered, and briskly exited the room, clothes in hand. I stood there dumbly for a moment, wondering what was going on. Eventually I came to my senses and dashed down after her. Megan's front door opens directly into her living room, and as I entered it I saw something that stopped me in my tracks. There, spread across Megan's couches, were no less than six teenage girls, all from my class. As soon as I entered, they all turned to stare at me, and I just stood there, naked and dumbfounded, unable to move. Hoping to retreat, I stepped backwards—right into Megan, who quickly yanked a zip-tie around my wrists. "Megan! What are you doing?" I asked frantically as she dragged me over to the couches. She threw me unceremoniously onto the one empty couch and immediately pulled another zip-tie around my ankles. By now the other girls were standing all around us, giggling and snickering as I struggled uselessly. I glanced at the girls faces, and realized that I knew most of them, at least in passing. There was Jasmine the cheer team captain, Samantha the gymnast, Chloe from Statistics class, Naomi (a shy girl from my homeroom), Ellen (she was the valedictorian), Rachel, my hot lab partner—and, of course, Megan. Megan reached down and grabbed my flaccid dick, pulling it up as far as it would go. Matters of Size Ch. 01 "See? I told you it was tiny," she said to the other girls, some of whom appeared awestruck while others laughed outright. "Wow," Jasmine said condescendingly, "I can't believe you actually let him fuck you with that pathetic excuse for a dick. Honestly, I would've kneed him in the balls and sent him packing." "I'm, uh, actually really disappointed," Samantha added, "I used to fantasize about him when masturbating... I never would have imagined that the star of the Track Team would have such an incredibly small penis..." "So, Megan..." Ellen started, "can we touch, or is it eyes-only...?" "Touch whatever you want," Megan replied, "I don't mind at all!" Finally I got over my shock at the events unfolding before me and worked up the courage to say something. "H-hey, what is going on--" I began, but Ellen reached down and clenched my balls hard, and my words turned into a squeal. Ellen laughed with delight and squeezed again. "I guess his little nuts are like a squeezy toy," Chloe joked, and the girls all laughed as I continued to squeal. "Did you blow him?" Rachel asked. "I bet you could fit his entire package in your mouth and have plenty of room to spare!" "Can I try it?" Naomi asked quietly. The other girls looked at her for a moment in silence. Then Megan said, "Sure, why not?" Naomi turned and looked me in the eye, smirking. Then she knelt by the couch and molded her lips around my cock. She moved her tongue back and forth a few times before moving her head up and down in quick strokes. After a few seconds of pumping she snaked her tongue out of her mouth and licked my balls. She then spat my tiny erect dick to the side and grabbed my balls in her mouth. She sucked my balls hard for a moment while licking them, and then began to gnaw lightly with her front teeth. She took both of my testicles in her mouth and bit lightly at their base, hard enough that I felt a little pain but not hard enough to injure me. I was dumbstruck, and I just stared at her silently while she sucked my cock and balls. After pulling and biting on my balls, she spat those out as well. She kissed the base of my penis before pulling back and wrapping her mouth around my entire package. It felt wonderfully warm, and I began to tingle with pleasure. "Look, I was right!" Rachel exclaimed, "His dick and balls together don't even fill up her mouth!" The girls all looked at me and laughed. I felt shame rising within me even as Naomi furiously sucked my dick and balls. Jasmine addressed me plainly. "Do you understand how worthless that little dicklet of yours is?" she asked. "It can't be more than three inches. Now, I'm no size queen, but I expect at least six, and most of the guys I've slept with have been six-and-a-half to eight inches!" I stared at jasmine in shock. "Bu-but, I—"I said stutteringly, "It's not my f-fault!" Rachel laughed. "Maybe not," she said, "But that doesn't make it any less funny!" My face burned with humiliation as they all laughed, watching Naomi suck on my package. She was going at it furiously, and I was on the verge of cumming. I arched my back with pleasure despite my embarrassment, and with one final swirl of her tongue, I came furiously—or so I thought. Naomi quicky drew her head away from my crotch, and spat something the size of a quarter back onto my crotch. "Are you serious?" she asked, sounding almost angry. "That's all you can do?" "Wait," Chloe interjected, "Is that all that came out? That's his entire load? You have to be kidding me!" "Hey now," Megan said suddenly, "To be fair, he left quite the mess on my pussy when he tried to fuck me earlier. But I guess his endurance is about as impressive as his penis!" I stared at the small glob of semen now resting just above my dick. I then noticed something: to my dismay, my penis was becoming completely flaccid! It shriveled up and retracted before my eyes until all that was visible was a wrinkled bit of foreskin above my balls. "Whoa!" Rachel exclaimed, breaking the other girls from their side conversations. "It shriveled up completely after Naomi made him cum!" Ellen bent down and examined it closely, smirking. "I think it's embarrassed at its own inadequacy, and it's trying to hide from us!" she said after a moment. "Here," Samantha said, "Let's see if we can get it to come back out." She reached down and pulled on the wrinkled pile of skin, but to no avail. "Damn, I guess that's just foreskin... his penis must have completely retracted into his body!" She carefully grabbed opposite sides of the protruding foreskin with each hand, and pulled them apart. She then pushed downwards, causing the tip of my penis to poke out from within my body. "Ah-ha!" she exclaimed, "There it is!" She reached down and quickly pinched the tip tightly, causing me to squeal in pain again. She held on tightly and pulled, and it finally popped out. However, the head of my penis was all that came out, and, nearly engulfed by my scrotum, it looked like little more than an oversized clitoris. "Oh, man, this is beautiful!" Samantha exclaimed, reaching into her pocket. "How old are you?" "Uhh... 18?" I answered, my voice shaky. "Look, can I—" Without answering, she pulled out her cell phone and began snapping pictures of my dick. "What are you doing, Samantha?" Megan asked, puzzled. "He's 18, so it's legal!" she replied giddily. "I can't pass this up. He'll have to do everything we say, or I'll send these to everyone!" "B-but—that's blackmail!" I exclaimed, terrified. "And what are you going to do about it? Show the jury all the pictures we took of your tiny dick?" Megan chimed in, smiling. I watched in horror as Megan pulled out her phone and began to snap pictures as well. "Please, stop! Let me go," I begged, struggling against the zip-ties. I began to panic, and terror washed over me as I thought of all the girls at school knowing about my little problem. I hadn't even known about it until that night! But as I watched the other girls join Samantha and Megan in taking pictures of me and my tiny penis, I became acutely aware of a familiar feeling. A glance down confirmed that I did indeed have a throbbing, purple erection. I felt extremely aroused—I was enjoying this. Bewildered by this realization, I didn't notice when the girls started to put away their phones. "Alright, baby," Samantha said with a grin, "Here's how it's going to work. You do anything any of us wants you to, or these pictures are going to wind up in places you don't want them to. Of course, I'm sure none of us would ask anything too unreasonable—but those are the consequences if you disobey." I stared silently at the group of girls standing over me. They were all smiling at the prospect of the power they now had over me. "Actually, wait a minute." To my surprise, it was Megan herself who had spoken up. "I don't like the idea of him being a permanent slave to all of us. I say we each get three requests, and then we have to delete the pictures we have of him. He is mine, after all. I think that it's only fair, both to him and to us." Samantha frowned with disappointment, but after exchanging a glance with Megan she grudgingly agreed. The other girls quickly followed suit, not wanting to go against the two who were clearly in charge. The girls then moved to the kitchen for a few moments, speaking quietly enough that I couldn't hear what was said. Then the girls left one by one, each thanking Megan and mocking me as they left. Finally it was once again just Megan and I. Megan walked slowly over to the couch, where I was still bound and helpless. She reached down and squeezed my still-throbbing cock. "You enjoyed that," she said matter-of-factly. My face flushed, but I nodded in spite of myself. Megan pulled a pair of scissors from her back pocket. She watched them slice back and forth a few times before lowering them to my crotch. "It's so tiny..." she marveled softly. "If my finger twitched, I could snip it right off." She then looked me dead in the eye, her mouth straight. "If I cut it off, it wouldn't be much of a loss, now would it?" She must have gotten what she wanted from my terrified expression, because she pulled the scissors away after a second or two and burst out laughing. She then proceeded to cut the zip-ties holding my feet and wrists, freeing me. Without another word, she stood and walked back up the stairs, still giggling. I was a bit apprehensive, but I followed her after a moment. I quickly realized she had gone to her bedroom, and I cautiously approached the half-open door. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Her voice emanated softly from within the room. I stepped around the corner to find the room was lit only by her bed lamp. Megan was lying on her bed, on the side closest to the wall, and was now wearing a bra and panties. "Come on, aren't you ready to sleep yet? It's like one-thirty AM," she continued, slightly impatient. She looked me over and frowned a little. "But put something on first. Sex is one thing, but sleeping "in the buff" is a little weird, don't you think?" I nodded quietly, but after a glance around the room I realized my clothes were nowhere to be seen. I began to pace around, searching the floor intently, but all I found were the same pair of Megan's panties I had seen earlier. "Uh, Megan? Where are my clothes?" I asked, perplexed. "They're not here? Huh... well, a couple of the girls came up here to use the restroom before they left; maybe they thought it'd be funny? I don't know." "Well, uh... what do you want me to do, then?" I asked, annoyed by her unhelpful answer. "I don't know. Just wear a pair of mine," she replied without batting an eye. "Wear—yours!?" I exclaimed, my face reddening once again in the dim light. "What's the problem? I'm sure they'd fit you fine." she replied with a thin smile. "After all," she continued, "It's not like you need all that extra room in a pair of boxers. I bet it doesn't even flop around!" "My balls flop around!" I exclaimed defensively. However, I quickly realized that I had not thought that comment through very well. Megan snorted and descended in a fit of giggling for a few seconds before regaining her composure. "Look, either way, however weird sleeping in the buff might be, rooting through your lingerie drawer would be weirder," I continued, trying to put the discussion back on topic. Even in the low light of the lamp I could see Megan roll her eyes in exasperation. "Fine, then," she said, "Wear those!" Megan pointed to the pair on the floor by the edge of the bed. They were striped with lime green and white, and wrinkled from having been worn. "But..." I complained, "Those... those are..." "Oh, stop whining and put them on already! Are you going to sleep with me or not?" she replied, almost angry. As soon as I heard her firm, frustrated tone, I closed my mouth. I didn't want her getting mad at me. There was no telling what might make her send those pictures out. So I walked over to the bed and retrieved the panties. I hesitated momentarily, but then I noticed Megan eyeing me with annoyance. I quickly put each of my feet through the leg holes and pulled them up. Megan was right: they fit me perfectly. My package barely made a bulge in the soft fabric. It occurred to me that I was standing in front of Megan, the closest thing to the girl of my dreams, wearing her dirty panties. The thought gave me an instant hard-on, and I heard Megan snicker quietly under her breath. I looked down, and I immediately knew what she was laughing at: my erection had made a miniature tent in the panties. Miniature was definitely the way to describe it: the "tent" didn't even pull on the fabric of the waistband. I had a full erection, and the panties didn't even tighten in least. "Come on, get in bed," she chastised, though she was still smiling. I got in, and she pulled the covers over us, wrapping her arm around me in the process. "I think we are going to have a great time together, don't you?" My heart skipped a beat. We were together. "Yeah," I said in a whisper. "Even though we might have a few little problems, I don't think such small issues will pose any real difficulty," she continued, putting deliberate emphasis on the size of the problems. She then reached down and lightly patted my tighten ballsack. "But for now let's just sleep. Good night, little one. See you tomorrow." I smiled, happy that I had found not just a girlfriend but a new source of excitement in hat had been a pretty boring life, and quickly fell asleep.