2 comments/ 21919 views/ 18 favorites The Big Guy By: amicus 'Why am I such a ditz? What is a ditz? I dunno; maybe scatterbrained is a better word, it kinda says it all. I multi-task, that's all...no way, no way, hell no, I even forget where I am and why; why? 'Why everything? Why am I here? Why did I sign up for all these classes? Daddy paid for it; I guess, but really, why? What am I doing here? I'm Hungry! I can eat anything in any amount and still never top ninety-seven pounds! Go figure? I stand on my tip-toes and still miss five foot tall by more than an inch! Bad genes, I guess, so what? I am what I am? Where am I going? Cafeteria, hungry, thataway, first day on campus is a bitch...so am I...so what? Who asked you anyway? 'But what am I? And, Why? Wow! Would you look at that hunkastuff? Jesus Jumpin' up Christ, (thanks.Dad), he must be seven feet tall and three hundred pounds and, oh shit, why do I always look at the crotch? 'Oh, fuck! What a crotch! Izzat a Zucchini in your pocket or are you just glad to see me? I am so fucking shallow! God! I hope he doesn't see me looking....OUCH! Where did that lamp post come from?' I survived. I hope he didn't see me crash and burn; I found the lunch room, refueled. I burn a lot of calories, always on the move always my head going a zillion miles an hour, why? My room-mate was a Freshman too, trying out for the Cheerleading squad: "You into guys?" "Not really." "Yeah, me too; see ya!" We both lied; so what? I'm not a complicated person/girl, yeah, I know, equality and all that shit; I am female and I love it! I love it when guys glue their eyes to my perky boobs and nice butt; I give them all a nice little wiggle, glitter, looking back over my shoulder and a big smile flashing my $5,000 dental bill, what the hell? I wish I knew what I wanted out of life; I don't, not a clue. I was too small for sports in High School, but Cheerleading was a snap and it kept me in shape. I am done with that, but, what else, what next? I'm smart, or at least I think I am; I get good grades, top five percent in all the classes I had to take, math and chemistry were the hardest, I actually had to study, well, once in a while...it was all too easy...I think...but what am I supposed to do with my life, my life? I had no idea. I did what I did in High School; read all the assigned texts, cover to cover and knew, almost immediately, there was nothing challenging in all the 100 level classes I had to take...I let out a big sigh...and wondered again, for the thousandth time...what next? Sex. I like sex. It doesn't have to be all the way sex, I like fooling around, getting excited and all hot and maybe some stink fingering but...going the distance...so far...has been a bit of a disappointment. I like big guys, big hunky football players and workout junkies with bulging muscles and super ego's, ya know, the King of the Jungle, Tarzan kinda guys. 'Pencil Dicks' we laughingly compared notes in the locker room in High School, or 'Stubbies', hot dog sized but shorter. Call it a fetish, and maybe it is, but it just seemed like big guys oughta have big tools; I dunno, but with my scholarly duties in hand, I just naturally went looking. It took about a month before I had everything in hand, scheduled, planned, worked out and manageable. All the required functions of a Freshman college student of age, still not old enough to buy a bottle of wine, but who could find enough parties with alcohol and drugs if one wanted to slip into the groove. I didn't; because I wasn't quite ready and I still wasn't sure of myself in the almost grown up world of higher education. But I was, ah, well, restless, at odds, uneasy, call it what I may, open to something but just what...I didn't know. It had to be fate, happenstance, serendipity or whatever, but there, in front of me, walking alone in the park-like campus walkway between classrooms and dormitory, appeared the same huge hunk I had freaked out over on my first day. He turned and smiled, I melted into a pool of lust right there in front of him. "Hi! I remember you!" "You do?" "Yeah, you totaled on a lamp post...? I turned a bright red, I know I did. "Hey, it was my first day, gimme a break!" He laughed, "Yeah, sure, no problem, but you are about the most perfect little blond in the whole new class and I remember you. Wanna go to a party? Frat house, all Jocks, Saturday night, just bring yourself, or a friend or seven, if you want?" "Uh..." I had to bend back and look up to see his eyes, nice eyes, and do my best not to look at his physique which already had my heart going pitty pat and dampness between my legs. "Uh, I dunno, studies, don't go out much; maybe?" He gazed down into my eyes with a look I will never, ever forget, "You'll be there." He smiled and tilted his huge head, turned and walked away. I stood there, shaking, quivering; for reasons I didn't fully understand but only had a hint at...he knew! How could he know? Jocks were short on grey matter and intuition, but...he KNEW! How could he know? It was Tuesday, I had three-four days to think about it; did he really know? What did he know? And How? My roomy glinted with a sly look, "Yeah, I'm going; first big 'to-do', anyone who is anyone will be there, big thing; you really going?" I used what few contacts I had made; the guy's name was Derek, Senior, football, the Pro's were looking at him, could be a big deal. Big deal, oh yeah? I knew I was going to the party the moment he mentioned it, but...going as what? When I arrived it was in full swing and every one that saw me come through the doors, smiled and nodded as if they knew something I didn't. I reached for the first drink offered and downed it before I dared raise my eyes and look into the dozens of eyes that were sizing me up. Funny use of words as size is what I am not, tiny is what I am. I had another of the mild peppermint flavored drinks and then a white wine, danced with three different guys who all seemed to be looking over their shoulders. I am having a good time and getting a little loose and not analyzing things as I usually would. All the guys in the room were 'big' guys, hunky, muscular, necks that went straight from their heads to their shoulders; I was in big guy fetish heaven. I was dancing with the fourth guy when the room slowly quieted and the guy I was dancing with dropped his hands from my waist, smiled and backed away. What the Hell? I'm not a dummy; I noticed the entire room, guys and gals alike turned to watch as the guy who asked me to the party, Derek, entered and walked directly towards me. "I figured you would be here." He held out his left hand and my tiny right hand disappeared into his huge paw and he led me away from the dancing crowd. There is a tittering from all around me with knowing glances towards me and my huge companion. Uh oh! He led and I followed down a hallway and a turn and several closed doors until he stopped and opened one, dropped my hand from his and gestured me to enter the room. I looked in and saw nothing but a huge circular bed that almost filled the entire room. I turned to him, looked up into his bright blue eyes, "Uh, I don't know about this?" "Yes, you do, you know all about it." He didn't press me to step into the room; he just stood there with a smirky smile and that really pissed me off. I stepped back, away from him and the doorway, "Know about what?" "You know what." "No, I don't, I really don't." "Yes...you do." "You wanna back out; walk away!" 'Damn him! Damn it all, what the hell, another pencil dick; so what?' I stepped into the room, turned and glared at him. "You shouldn't take me for granted just because I looked at you!" He did a funny little head movement, to one side, then the other, showed some uncertainty and embarrassment and spread his arms with his palms up. "Look...since my Junior year in High School, small little girls have looked at me just like you did the first time you saw me. Something goes on in your cute little heads and tiny little bodies that I don't understand, but I do know what the look means and I do know why you took my hand and followed me here. Are you ashamed at what you think and feel?" 'Damn, damn, double damn it! He did know, he knew and so did I, which is why I wore my only Velcro short dress, easy to open and discard. I lifted my chin and took his intense gaze, "So, what now?" He smiled. "Close the door and lock it." I did and turned back. "Come here." I walked to within arm's reach, lifted my chin and took his eyes?" "Show me whatcha got." 'Show me whatcha got.' My heart pounded and I forced myself to take a deep, deep breath and sighed it all out, lifted my chin again and pulled at my dress which fell away and dropped to the floor around me. Bra & Panties; there I was. "Lose the titty covers." Whatever I am or am going to be, it wasn't second banana; I smiled my naughtiest smile and stared into his eyes, "Show me whatcha got!" 'Heh, heh, hah, hah, hah, I'll you this, short stuff, you got something going for you; you sure you want to see? Most chicks close their eyes and dive under the sheets or out the door." I looked up at him and tapped the toe of my right shoe three times then scuffed both shoes off and left them where they fell. He laughed again then pulled his tent of a T-shirt over his head, dropped his khaki walking shorts that seemed bursting over his huge thighs, and pulled them down, taking his boxer shorts with them. I kept my eyes on his face, blinked, took a couple fair sized breaths and lowered my eyes. I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't a curled up little mouse looking thing nestled between a huge pair. He reddened a little, "Well...there's nothing interesting to him yet." He wasn't giving the upper hand or control, but it was an opening. I took a few steps forward, reached across with my index finger, put it under the limp organ and flipped it once. I had never seen a naked guy before; had my hand around a couple dicks which seemed to be about the same size as what I was looking at, but...they were stiff. His laugh sounded like a deep throated growl as he took one large step, swept a huge arm behind my butt and another one behind my back and lifted me up in front of him. Of course I wrapped my legs around his wide waist, I mean, what else was I to do? He pushed my face into his neck, kept the one arm behind my back and used the other to begin exploring my back and backside. His neck and face were smoother than I thought they would and...he smelled kinda good so I inhaled a full chest full and let it seep into my senses. "Well, I'm getting some stirring going on down there, how about you? Uncover these sweet little things so I can have a taste?" 'Oh!... I was feeling his stomach between my legs and up against me, you bet I was, and I could feel my breasts expanding as I breathed.' I knew he wouldn't let me fall so I took my arms from around his tree trunk torso, leaned back, looked into his eyes, unhooked my brassiere, pulled down my arms, looked straight into his eyes, took it by one strap into my right hand and let it fall to the floor. His eyes didn't move from mine. He didn't look to see the bra fall; he didn't lower his head to look at my now naked breasts. I had my breathing under control and even put a tiny crinkled smile and the corners of my mouth. He smiled and lifted his chin, "You held my eyes for a purpose; I want to look at you and taste you...would you lift a breast up to my face, please?" I smiled slightly, Tit for tat, he wasn't giving an inch, a battle of wills here...but I did just what he asked and didn't utter a word. His eyes sparkled as he looked from one breast to another and surprised me when he lowered his face and gently rubbed his cheek against one, then the other. He looked into my eyes again and lifted his chest up slightly, grinned at me. I closed my eyes, reached my right hand up and around his neck, pulled his head down, shivered as I felt his breath on me and gasped when a nipple and half my perky little boob disappeared into his mouth. He was my first gentle big guy ever; he moved his lips in circles around my breasts, a hand softly touching and exploring my chest and another running gently over my bottom. He put his mouth on one nipple then the other and finally, my heart pounding and my whole body squirming against his burly chest, I reached up with both hands and pressed his head down harder on my breast. After a few more minutes of worrying my nipples and driving me crazy, he pulled back and looked into my eyes again. "I really like your eyes; you don't seem to hide anything, just let it all show...you about ready to take a look?" He didn't wait for an answer but immediately let my body slip down the front of him. I tried not to make an 'eek!', when something poked into my bottom. He adjusted his position and boing! It popped up between my legs; a purple headed throbbing thing as round as my forearm and almost as long! 'Oh, shit!' But I didn't show him a thing in my face or my posture as he lowered me gently onto my feet. "I don't think it is going to work. Too long and too thick; my little puss ain't that big, sorry." He slumped his shoulders and his face showed disappointment. "Ah...but you seemed so anxious and you like to be touched. Would you let me try to at least pleasure you a little before you leave? I take a little time and a little effort to try to please the tiny girls that come in here, even if they panic about...well..." "You're not gonna try to stick that thing in me?" "Not unless you ask me too." I giggled a little, "Not very damned likely; I'd like to be able to walk again." 'He moved a few paces away looking at my panties as I was watching his penis bump up and down as he walked. "You want me to take them off?" He smiled. "I wanna take 'em off it it's all right with you?" I just shrugged my shoulders, smiled and tilted my head towards the huge bed. "You first?" God, he was huge; powerful shoulders, biceps, stomach muscles and thighs to die for. I never just touched a guy before just to touch him. "Your body; may I touch it?" He tossed me a wrinkled smile and mischievous eyes, "Your body; may I touch it?" Go for broke, I thought. I crawled onto the bed, my behind right in front of him as he watched. In the center of the bed I stretched out my full length and slowly opened my legs as wide as was comfortable, turned my head and smiled back at him. I felt the mattress give as he crawled over to me and sat up. "Maybe, if you want to, you might, ahm, explore me before I start touching you?" "Hmmm...why?" He smiled and tilted his head, "It seems to me the you ladies have a few more 'sweet spots' for me to tickle and you tend to get all jittery and anxious...but then...that's just me." Yeah, I had just been mashing my boobs in his face. I pulled my legs together, sat up and crawled on top of his belly. I gasped and sat there, feeling my butt muscles clinching and my stomach doing weird things. He smiled and reached out, his huge hands around my waist. "Nuthin' says ya can't have a little fun while you are exploring." He moved my whole body back and forth and around and around while pushing me down on his stomach. I gasped and grunted and my whole body quivered as he was grinding me against him; I put my hands on his arms and pushed him away. I leaned and scooted a little forward and put my hands on the large tendons the came down each side of his neck. "Move your head?" My hands weren't really wide enough to span the width of his neck; I just shook my head and sighed. I put both my hands on one bicep. "Flex?" He did, and smiled. I wanted to feel his washboard stomach muscles and his thighs but, ahm, oh! It had wilted to about half of what it was. I moved off him to one side and pushed on his stomach; it tightened and became rock hard. "Wow!" I kinda gushed that out. I scooted down a little more, sighs, in for a dime...I reached out and touched his penis and then put one hand around it. I looked up at his face; he seemed amused. I took a deep breath and eased my hand under his sac and lifted slowly. It had weight, and not a small amount. I looked back up at him. "Go easy, real gentle please." He seemed to be holding his breath and tense all over and staying that way until I slowly let him down and moved my hand away. Before I could think about it, I put my hand around him, leaned over, and took him in my mouth. I was breathing so hard and gasping for air, why did I do that? It tasted funky, but not unclean. I took a little more in my mouth, moved my hand up and down and then, "Yikes!" He lifted up and pushed into my mouth while his hand pushed my head down on him. I quickly pulled away, turned and glared at him. "Hey!" "Sorry; Devil made me do it...and it felt really good!" "Humph!" I moved down to his really large thighs; "Flex?" He did. "I'm almost glad you are too big for my lil puss; all those muscles, you could tear my body apart, crush me, hmmm...think I am done with really big guys from now on." I scooted over to where I had stretched out and just sat with my legs under myself facing him. "So, you're gonna, 'pleasure me'?" He scooted over to me but kept a non threatening distance. "I have never hurt a girl, never bruised one, never even really frightened anyone; and I won't hurt you. Trust me?" I took a deep breath and sighed, "You were good with my boobs..." He placed his lips all over my face and temple and neck and shoulders so softly but so sensually that I forgot my fears and I began responding to his touch and his kisses. I was almost surprised when he finally moved his hands and his mouth to my breasts, but his hands were everywhere and they were soft and gentle on my arms, my stomach, my side, fingers in my hair, my entire body was becoming a mass of nerve endings and I twisted and turned and lifted and moved to his touches and I wasn't quiet about it either. He didn't have to move his body, his arms could reach any part of me, head to toe. So when both hands went down over my hip bones and to my thighs, I was just curious as to what he was going to do. He put a huge hand on each thigh just above the knee; I watched as he pressed his fingers into the soft flesh of my inner thighs and began to move both hands slowly up. I freaked! "Aieee, Oh! God! It took my breath away as waves of trembling nerve endings zipped up to my little puss, right through it up my stomach and into my nipples, flew around inside my head, headed back down and met another almost unbearable crest of fire and I quivered from head to toe. Two, three, four times he repeated the deep massage of my thighs before I screamed out. "Stop! You're driving me crazy! I can't stand any more! Stop that!" He did, immediately. "You are really sensitive, that's good; some girls act like they don't even feel anything." I didn't have the words or the breath to say anything, so I just let out a huge sigh and looked at him by my side. I only came up to a shoulder and down to just below a knee, God, this guy is huge! He sat up slowly beside me, smiled into my eyes and moved his hands slowly and gently over every part of the front of my body. I closed my eyes and just gave myself to the ripples of feelings that coursed throughout me. He gently turned me on my stomach and did as thorough a job starting with fingers in my hair and fingertips massage my head. I automatically clinched and closed up when he ran a finger down the crack of my butt and below and just a brush of a touch to my anxious and very wet little puss. He kissed my cheeks lightly and slowly kissed and touched his way down to my sparse and light colored little bush and I braced myself for the assault on my very tender and sensitive 'sweet spot' as he called it, but he knew right where it was and fastened his mouth on me as I writhed and groaned and made a bunch more unrecognizable sounds as he teased it with his tongue, closed his lips over me and kept both his hands moving everywhere and all at once, it seemed, as I began to lose touch with my head and my feelings took over. The Big Guy It was a slow burn but hot, hotter than any before and I filled with tension and anxiety, desire and downright naughty lust of the best kind. I expected a finger to be shoved inside me, but it wasn't shoved and it was as big as some guys who visited my little secret garden of desire, and it moved, I could feel the exploration from top to bottom, side to side and...."Jesus Fucking Christ God Almighty!" I was screaming and mashing his head down on my pubic bone and opening and closing my legs as something electric, something different than ever before, invaded me everywhere. I kept on expressing the almost painful pleasure at the top of my lungs and lifted to his face before the energy drained from me and I fell back, trying to find air to breathe. He was up alongside my head, his weight supported by two tree trunks of arms next to my breasts. He whispered, "I know you can take at least part of me...please?" "Oh, God, yes! Shove it in all at once, my pussy wants it, I want it." I took a deep breath, open my eyes, caught his gaze, "umhmmkay..." I wasn't thinking, I was just feeling and I wanted to feel that and all of a sudden he was just inside me, his hands and mouth everywhere at once and more feeling than I ever known. A full minute or more later he was only part way inside me; I felt the stretching start and I tensed up. He sensed it immediately, pulled back and began a slow side to side movement, then a little twist around and a slight pressure as he came deeper inside me. I opened my eyes and my mouth wide and lifted a hand to his face which was kissing a breast..."Oh, ah, unh, something...inside..." He looked concerned, "Hurt?" "Oh! No, but..." And suddenly I am lifting as hard as I can against him and everything on the outside is going crazy and something inside is turning summersaults again and again. I heard myself screaming over and over again; I am biting and scratching whatever part of his body I can reach when the crest peaked again and I fell back exhausted. His face was close to mine again, "You sure I didn't hurt you." "I oughta know..." I gasped..." Derek...I want it all and I don't want to wait. Not afraid of pain, but expecting you deeper inside me is giving me fits, please?" The distractions of his mouth and his hands worked and didn't work as I am trying to use my hands and my body to pull him deeper into me. He kept the slow gentle progress and pause and side to side movement before pushing in a little more. 'Ouch...' I said to myself, 'now that is pain... right where he is coming into me, I am about stretched out...no way I am even gonna squeak.' It wasn't easy, but I managed to raise my legs over his back and then one down to his buttocks; I dug my fingernails into his back and I mean hard and sank my teeth into his neck hard enough to draw blood. He groaned in pain and lifted his head to take my eyes. "Do it...!" My voice was low and gravelly, but he heard. His eyes were on my face every time I opened mine; he was looking for a grimace of pain, but he wasn't going to get one, no matter what. The final inch, or whatever, came all at once, surprising me at the feeling and at the lack of the pain I was sure was coming. I am growling deep in my throat and I squeeze my butt and use every way I know of to feel him inside me. It was full and tight and by God wonderful and I took the whole thing, I did! He was on an elbow next to my head, "No one ever took all of me before...are you sure you don't hurt?" Gasping and groaning I tried to speak, "I am stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey and barely holding on to my senses, but I'm okay" "I want to finish inside you, if you say it's okay, I never did that before, but I really feel like it will make this complete and it will mean something...? I'm still trying to get my breathing under control, "That is usually pretty fast and hard and rough; I'm safe, time of month and pills, but, I don't know?" "I've stayed in control so far...if I feel I am losing it...I will pull out...I know I can do it...hurting you, sweet girl, is the last thing I want to do." "I want your weight on my chest, at least part of it, I want to feel that and I want you to feel what I feel...I really don't want you to hold back on anything, I've taken everything so far, I want to take the rest, all of it...all of you...?" "Suzie...right? Some girl told me your name, I'm sorry I didn't ask...I feel what you are saying...I would give anything to just let loose and take it all the way, but I would never forgive myself if I hurt you, I know you understand, so, I am going to stop talking before I lose the ability..." "Yeah..Suzie...it fits me, I think. I won't bite and scratch this time, I was afraid you wouldn't come all the way inside me." Neither of us had moved much since he made full penetration and when this big bear of a man began to love me with all the tenderness of a baby, something began to rise inside me that came as a surprise. I tried to tell him, I put my hand between us and positioned my little sweet spot so it could get some action when he moved against me, put both his hands on my breasts and drew his mouth down to me and lifted and moaned into his ear. I think he got it. It took only a dozen or so soft, gentle swirly movements and my lifting to him before the dam burst and flooded my senses beyond my ability to do anything but scream my head off. He kept on going right through it and it began to build for him, I could feel and sense it. I watched the face and upper body of this huge sweet guy trying to hold himself back and control every move and be aware of what I was showing. I kept my eyes open and on him as he came against me harder and faster and forced the air out of me in a rhythmic pattern of, 'uh, oh, uhoh, ohah, ohwaaaa...umm' over and over again, it was strange listening to myself from what felt like a far away place. I pushed his supporting arms out from under him and took his full weight on my chest and clung to him, arms and legs so he couldn't lift up off me. Then it began and it didn't take long before I began to lose it. There is no air, I can barely breath, I hear his grunts and groans and the motion of his entire body and he slammed into me again and again...and then.... 'This is a really nice place to be...' I thought to myself, pastel pretty, soft and gentle sounds in the breeze, just perfect; I could stay here forever. Every thing was totally silent and I mused over that for a moment and then dismissed it as unimportant. There was a scent; several smells in the air that when I breathed them in, I could feel them enter my body as if they were real things. 'What? Go away! Something was irritating and I didn't like it. But it persisted and was getting closer, 'Who the hell is it and what do you want?' Then I heard something that sounded a little familiar; I listened closely again and then again and...it really sounded like my name. 'Who would be calling me, and why?' "Oh, my God, Suzie, are you all right, please open your eyes, say something, please, Suzie, please." I heard all that in slow motion...after I heard the words, I had to figure out what they were and what they meant; it was one of the hardest things I remember ever trying to do. "Suzie! Please!" 'Please what?' I wondered? Then it all came back in a rush, everything all at once, feelings, scent, sounds movement, more sounds and I blinked my eyes. "Oh, thank God!" "I heard Derek's voice a lot closer and clearer now and I just had to know: "Can we please do that again?" He was laughing and crying and dripping tears all over my face and kissing me and holding me and I'm just thinking, 'What's the big deal?' Then he pulled me next to him and on top of him, his hand caressing my hair and the other lovingly across my back. "Oh! Did it happen for you? Oh, I hope so; I wanted it to so much. Did you stay with me and on top of me....ah, did I, uhm, with you?" "Yes to everything, it was the best thing that has happened to me in my whole life...except you, you little shit, you scared me half to death!" I just snuggled up on top of him and basked in the glow of finally total satiation and the satisfaction of an itch I could never scratch. "I hear something out side the door?" "Yeah, they've been there for a while. They won't knock, but I figure they heard your screams...and..." "FUCK OFF! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE DOOR!" My voice could be very loud and very shrill when necessary. Derek laughed at me and tickled me on the belly and under my arms. "What a set of lungs on you girl, damn!" "Everything was all set up, every one knew when I walked into the room what I was here for, some kind of contest or competition?" His face took on a little color, "It just grew into a bigger thing that I even thought about and the whole Fraternity just picked up on it and planned for it." He gave me a gentle hug around my shoulders, "I'm afraid you will be pretty well known when you leave and it will spread all over campus; sorry." "That doesn't trouble me; I like being the center of attention, I'm a very social person, they can say or think anything they want." "Everyone is out there, waiting to see you and how you survived; they expect you to need help walking out of here." I had an evil grin, "Did I notice a wheelchair in the corner of the room when we came in?" He sat up and looked, "That's been here for a while, sprained ankle on a player, it should have been taken back to the sports medicine room; why, you think you might need some help getting out of here?" I gave him a muted 'tee hee' kinda giggle, "It's not for me...make you a deal...I push you out there...and you get another visit from me, how's that grab you?" "Humiliate me in front of all my buds? That's mean, but, yes, I really want to see you again..." "Not humiliate, just surprise them; they probably expect to see me hobbling out of here clinging to your arm for support." He tilted his head, smiled and his face colored a little, "Suppose I asked you on a regular date, would you go with me?" "You mean like dinner somewhere, a dance, movie or something? A normal date when the guy has to beg for a little physical contact? What would we talk about? I don't follow sports at all, it's boring and meaningless. You're going into the pro's right? Get your degree in sports history or coaching or some easy field with your success almost guaranteed?" His eyebrows raised, his eyes and his mouth displayed disdain and amusement. "My degree is in Electrical Engineering, actually two degrees, what I call 'macro' and 'micro'. I want to build things, but I also want to be involved in cutting edge nano technology. And you? Do they give degrees for being pretty, like social awareness and counseling fat ugly girls on how to trap a husband?" So, like I am embarrassed at thinking all Jocks were dumbbells and secondly, ashamed because I had no idea what field I would choose, if any, ever. My face was hot and I had to struggle to find the words. "I offer my apologies, Derek, my assumptions about sports guys is stupid and rude, I am sorry. And...you are right, I don't know what I want to study, what I want to do or be. Forgive my smart assed 'Barbie' persona if you will?" We fell into an awkward silence as we recovered our clothing and dressed again. I found a mirror and did what I could with my face and hair. "Suzie...Susan?" I had my back to him, but I heard something in his voice and turned; his head was down, he looked slumped in the shoulders and there was something in his voice. "Yes, Susan, but only a few have ever called me that. Ah, but, what, you have a question?" He was really uneasy, shuffling his feet and avoiding my eyes. "We both made unwarranted assumptions and I apologize also." He seemed to be speaking to the floor beneath his feet. "I have always been attracted to smaller girls and I don't know why. I have always been had some degree of disappointment with them and I don't even include the sex part in that. "I have never been with the same girl a second time, there just seemed no point, we were always awkward and had nothing to talk about. Susan, this is really off the wall, but will you go out with me? No expectations about sex or anything, just maybe a chance to get to know each other. And...something about you really got to me; I feel, ahm, probably wrong, but I feel pain when I think of you with other guys. I am not going to see anybody else and I hope and pray that you won't either. I have never felt this way about anyone ever before and I know I am being stupid like a high school kid, but I just have to say it, say what I am thinking and feeling. Now you can laugh at me." I had to turn away from him and try to gather myself, get composed; in control...it didn't work. "Ya big dumb oaf, you got me crying all over myself. Of course I want to see you again, for dates and for some loving; you made me feel things I have never felt before and you made me smile. You may think I am a slut, but I don't want you practicing your loving on anyone else either; you feel like you need a girl, you damned well better come to me!" Then I took the few quick steps, wrapped my arms around him and lay my head on his chest. I felt his chest expand and his arms drape over my shoulders and down my back. His hands began caressing my back is the most wonderful way and I just clung tighter and buried my head deeper into his huge chest. "You really want to do the wheelchair thing?" There is humor in his voice and I could visualize the look on his face. "I gotta save face somehow, yes, but as a funny thing, not to put you down; I would really like to shout out how wonderful you were to me, but..." He retrieved the wheelchair from the corner, put the foot rests down and turned it towards the door. I put on a big smile and started to walk towards him when I made a little sound and stopped. My back was talking to me and with every step I made; I felt a not so fun feeling between my legs and all up inside me. I wobbled a little and saw him move towards me. "Are you all right, Susan? Is something wrong?" "Ya big dummy, my pussy is stinging and I think you stretched my back bone! Heck, I may finally be over five feet tall!" "I think I should push you out in the wheelchair, I am sorry, I tried not to hurt you." "No way! You squeeze your huge behind into that chair; I am going out in style no matter what!" It was tricky; I had to push the chair sideways to the door so he could unlock and open it, then swing it around. I looked up into the startled faces of several people, took a deep breath held onto the handles of the chair for support, leaned forward and pushed the chair right into the group outside the door. I winced as I pushed the chair as fast as I could, down the hall and out into the commons room where I spun the chair around in a large crowd of very surprised people. I moved to the side of the chair, made a little curtsey and swept one arm aside and lowered my head in a bow to Derek. He swung the chair around and around before stopping in front of me and giving me the same gesture of presentation. The entire crowd burst out into laughter which morphed into applause and whistles and yells from every direction. I bowed in all four directions and set my painful course to the exit, swinging my hips, lifting my chest and my chin and tossing a look back over my shoulder as I sashayed with exaggerated movements from my tight little behind. Derek was the last big guy I ever went out with and I was the last tiny little girl he ever dated. My final curiosity would have to wait; would our children be large or small or somewhere in the middle?