A Little Bravery

(gentle, romance, body exploration, breasts, cuddling)

It was another afternoon where the boy found himself sitting before his computer screen, whittling down the hours. He jumped to different windows, tabs, programs, not sure if he wanted to commit to any one thing. Frustrating. There was nothing better for him to do.

There was a great deal of shifting outside his room, swooping sounds, foot steps, they all culminated in a loud tap on his door. Begrudgingly he left the deeply imprinted seat and answered the door, being almost blinded by the outside light. He stepped out, into the colossal exterior room. This space was astronomically larger than his own comfy little nook, so much so that his residence fit neatly tucked on a desk in the corner, out of the way of the sofa, television, or other regular living room furnishings. The majority of the room was obscured to him though, hidden behind the towering woman to his front.

Sarah was glaring down at him, with a slight look of irritation in her eyes. "Awh... when was the last time you left your room?"

He faltered for a bit, trying to remember. "A... few days?"

She tisked. "Come on, get cleaned up, we're going out to see a movie."

The thought of going outside was not one he exactly loved... But he shouldn't be disobedient. Sarah really was far too kind to him, far too forgiving. He felt compelled to listen to what she said, and not just because she could potentially end his life. He didn't ask what movie, he simply nodded and said, "I'll be half an hour," before returning inside his boxy little apartment.

---

The boy had been 'born' almost two decades ago, inside a laboratory. An embryo was accidentally left inside a matter reduction chamber, shrinking it to barely three percent its regular size. There was much argument about what to do with such a specimen, which dragged on, and on, until he was born. A perfectly healthy, full-term baby, measuring one and a half centimeters long.

The company was culpable for raising him, and spent a great deal money even just keeping him alive. Machines of all sorts, with precision engineering, were created just to bathe, feed, and clothe him. Rearing and educating him proved just as difficult; dozens of solutions ranging from a private tutor to a permanent care taker to a 'buddy' that carried him through a regular school. It was difficult, and isolating, but he managed to finish all the way to high school graduation.

After that... he was an adult. He collected a disability pension from the government, and lived with Sarah, who worked in the laboratory he was born in. That was how he found himself inside the soft, ruffled fabric of his caretaker's pocket; it wasn't a new sensation, he had been in and out of many pockets throughout his life. She slipped him in there after he had showered and shaved, keeping him brace against her thigh as she strolled to the cinema.

The boy peered out the little gap he had, like he was looking out the window of a train. So many people, walking back and forth, going about their afternoon unaware that he was watching them. Back when he was born there was quite a media frenzy, but now that was old news. All of them probably knew of him, but still he went unseen.

Sarah bought one ticket and one box of popcorn before going inside the theater and sitting right at the back. She produced the miniature creature from her pocket and tucked him onto her shoulder, brushing her dark shoulder-length hair from his field of view. While on her shoulder he had a nice view of the screen. Up until now he hadn't even thought to ask what they were watching. "Uhh, what's this movie about again?"

"It's a romance movie. I think it'll be cute."

He didn't want to groan; she brought him here, she got the choice of movie.

The lights dimmed and he pawed her shoulder like a cat, realising he needed to settle in for the duration. He hoped the movie wasn't too loud for him.

---

Both Sarah and the boy emerged from the dark cinema in early dusk. He was still clamped to her shoulder, taking full advantage of his seven centimeter stature and reclining comfortably. "That was so cute! I was a little nervous at the end there, but I'm glad there was a happy ending."

He was mostly quiet, not wanting to be too enthusiastic and admit how much he enjoyed it. "Yeah, it was pretty good..."

The twenty-eight year old was put in high spirits after that. "I picked the movie, it's only fair you pick dinner," she said. The woman was oddly indifferent to the strange looks other people pouring out of the dark room gave her, seemingly talking to herself.

The young man liked the sound of choosing dinner, actually. He could pick anywhere he wanted... "Maybe some Chinese food?"

"Sure thing!"

The couple would talk about what to order as they walked the streets, pedestrians occasionally side-eyeing the self-conversing woman, and sometimes even catching a glimpse of the diminutive thing holding fast against her rocking steps.

When she entered the humid restaurant mere blocks away from their shared apartment, she ordered a mongolian steak and fried rice to go from the skinny middle-aged man at the counter and promptly left with the meal wrapped up neatly for her. The food was still nice and warm while she was plating it up, sitting at the kitchen table with the boy opposite.

He had his own model table, complete with a plate and miniature cutlery. It was a little difficult for her to serve him, so the job of carving up the thick slab of meat was his job. It took some sawing and maneuvering, but he managed to get a sizable piece off, and sit down to enjoy it.

"I really enjoyed the movie tonight. We should go out together more often."

The youth was a little distracted. He was looking at his fork. It was one of the few items truly tailored for him. It fit comfortably in his hand; if it were scaled up, it'd be indistinguishable from the real thing. How long did it take to make? How much effort? "Yeah, I agree," he said after swallowing a piece of steak.

"Great! Maybe next week?"

"Maybe I choose the movie and you choose dinner?"

"Sure. Doesn't have to be a movie though, it could be anything you want."

Anything he wanted? He wasn't sure what else that could be. No clubs, or bars, or restaurants... "We'll see in a week."

Sarah smiled warmly. "I'll be looking forward to our outing."

They finished their meal in silence. The remainder was packed into a plastic tub for later, and she scooped her ward into her hand, moving him over to his little room. That little box was the one place on Earth that was his, where neither she, nor anyone else, could fit. She felt the need to wave goodbye to him, as if he wasn't still inside her own apartment. Honestly, she didn't want him to. This afternoon with him was so nice... "Wait."

He swerved on his heels, not saying anything but giving her a queer look.

"M-maybe we could spend a little longer together?"

The boy was level to her waist, hidden behind a pair of fashionable jeans hooked to her wide hips. Her upper body soared high above, always making him crane his poor neck for her, just for some eye contact. Her long, graceful arms hung from her distant shoulders, tapered with the soft hands that held him so many times, always a single squeeze away from his death. It was frightening how dangerous she was; this woman was gigantic, so many times stronger and more powerful than him. And she looked lonely.

"Uhh... okay," he said, shrugging.

Her disposition changed drastically, and she delicately plucked him from the desk. "I have some work I need to do, do you mind if I do that?"

"Not at all, just let me get something to read."

In no time at all they were sitting together, the boy with his back to a stack of much larger books as he thumbed through his own fine-printed novelty. She tapped at her laptop, doing some customary unpaid overtime. It wasn't too difficult, so she wasn't too irked; it helped that she was generally in a good mood after their excursion. He spent too much time locked away in that room, and to see him getting out more, even if he needed to be dragged, was good.

"Have you thought about applying to university?"

He looked up from his book, not saying anything but still being caught in her peripheral vision.

She just tilted her head, as if reiterating the question.

His teeth ground the inner side of his cheek. "I've thought about it, yeah..."

"I see. I don't think cost would be a problem. The lab's still liable for your well being, and I think any universities would be scrambling to have you."

"Yeah... but I don't know what to study. Or how I'd commute, or get around campus..."

"I'm sure they could get you a helper. You got through high school, right?"

They returned to silence, only the tapping of her keyboard producing sound.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Of course?" He was a little bewildered by her questions tonight.

"Sorry, it's just that I don't spend nearly enough time with you, it's hard to gauge these things."

He supposed she had a point.

"If you ever want to talk, don't be afraid. I'm your guardian, but I'm your friend too."

The boy took a few deep breaths, his heart rate climbing. "Sarah..."

"Hm?"

"S-sometimes I feel like I'm just your pet..."

She also slammed the laptop down. "What?!"

He flinched a little from her shout. He regretted what he said. He was afraid of this. Annoying regular people was the one thing he dreaded more than anything.

Sarah also felt a moment of panic, realising she had scared him. She made a note not to be so loud again, but there were more pressing matters. "Why would you think you're my pet?"

"I-I dunno... I sit in a little box on your desk all day, waiting for you to feed me, or take me out for a walk."

She tentatively reached out a hand to stroke him, but retracted it lest she prove his point. "No, no... Come on, you're not my... pet." She felt a little nauseous even saying it. "You're a person."

He was silent, teetering on the edge of regret.

Her appetite for work was gone, and she only wanted to get the day over with; spoiled at the very last moment. "I think we both need some sleep." Sarah unceremoniously lifted him from his seat and transported him to the living room, fighting off the urge to play with his hair tenderly as she did.

---

The boy's room was strange. As far as he could tell, everything was modeled totally accurately, just for him. It was his one taste of normalcy, what simple things like beds and baths and bookshelves were like when they were of a functional size. Sometimes he'd sit back and imagine every room was like this, what they'd look like. Even the very his abode was in. So this is what it's like? It wasn't too hard to break the illusion however, a simple look out the window, which was pressed up against a more traditionally size one, would do that. Even for a normal person Sarah's apartment was up quite high, and from his perspective the drop seemed bottomless. He could look down at the 'tiny' people and realise he would be microscopic.

Today he was, again, on his computer, made painstakingly for him and embedded within the walls of his habitat. Like the window, it didn't take much to remind him of his stature. Reading a news article, reading a history book... watching pornography; all about people that were behemoths to him. It seemed like he should have become used to it, but he was still a little bothered by the fact he didn't fit in, literally. Some days were better than others, at least.

At this moment he was talking to a friend he had met online. He wasn't at liberty to make friends in person, so he had to look to the internet for any hope of a social life. This proved a little a tricky, he found; these people too, were bigger than him. To a few of his closer friends he had 'opened up', and without fail they knew him, or at least of him. Sometimes they were 'starstruck', other times they didn't believe him, to which he supplied a picture as proof. Each time he was barraged with questions, and, with nothing better to do, he'd answer them.

He had recently told this particular friend about his 'stature', and he was answering the expected barrage of questions. Where he lived, how he lived, who he lived with. It was something he had gone through before. His friend seemed a little shocked, which was understandable, no doubt his entire mental image of him was changing. The boy was prepared to end the conversation with a soppy, although earnest, message of thanks for understanding, and being his friend, but this was interrupted by something wholly unexpected: "Is there any chicks you like?"

This was a very personal question. "I'm not sure," he sent back.

"What do you mean you're not sure?"

The boy tapped at his desk. He really was not sure. As a teenage boy, no matter how small, his mind was filled with thoughts of women. But at his current size, they seemed far too out of reach. He stretched back on his chair, looking out the window carved at his front door. He could see Sarah, he could FEEL Sarah, trodding around her apartment. "I dunno man, I guess I'm just not too interested in women."

"That's a shame I guess. Even an a-cup would be, like, gigantic to you. I'm jealous."

He couldn't help but laugh. Yes, they would be gigantic.

"You've been my friend for a long time," the friend sent. "And I can't really imagine what your life has been like, but sometimes you just need a change of perspective. You of all people can appreciate the little things." His friend promptly signed off.

The boy rose from his chair and stretched. A change of perspective. He left his little haven and stepped onto the windowsill, looking directly down to the road. Sliding his back against the wall, he nestled in to watch the tiny people walk by, all the way at the base of that bottomless pit. "Are you alright?" Sarah asked, noticing him outside his usual nest.

"I'm fine."

Sarah was satisfied with his response, and went about her business.

---

The boy stepped out of his little box, brushing down the slight wrinkles of his tidy shirt.

"You look really nice in that," Sarah smiled. She felt almost proud of him; she noticed that being imperceptible to most people hurt his dress sense, but tonight he was looking smart.

"Thank you."

She gently lifted him up and placed him on her shoulder, not noticing the minute amount of cologne he managed to scrounge up. Her titanic body twirled delicately on her foot and she began to move towards the door. "I didn't expect you to pick something so... modest."

"I guess I just wanted something quiet this time," he shrugged, holding onto the stitching of her business casual for balance. He had long, long ago gotten over his fear of heights, which for him was anything over a foot or so, but was still cautious of falling. Sarah was thankfully very graceful, and he didn't feel too worried when he was being manhandled by her.

The boy was glad when it seemed his wish of a quiet outing would be granted. The walk through the city streets at dusk was quite calming, with the rush of commuters returning home over. Thanks to Sarah's confident strides they quickly reached their destination: the local park. They took their seat on a bench overlooking a small pond, with a sparse few ducks still awake and paddling. Picturesque, they both thought; it felt almost impressionist. The sun was quickly gone, and the fireworks began. It was the finale of the sports season, and not wanting to be in a crowded, raucous stadium, the boy thought watching the celebration from afar would be much more accommodating.

Sarah began smiling. "I like this idea already."

"Thanks," he proclaimed proudly.

"And I'm glad you seem to be feeling better."

"How do you mean?"

"Come on, I practically needed to drag you to that movie, you seem a little cheerier today."

He didn't respond, instead stretching out on her shoulder. It was a little windy now that evening was in full swing, so the light tufts of dark hair that fell around him proved nice and insulating. The fireworks were quite impressive, and the park at this time was surprisingly peaceful for the vantage it provided. In fact, they were the only ones in sight.

The colourful streamers filled the air with their popping calls. They didn't feel the need to speak, and the time flew quickly past. When the last, climactic firework was let off, they sighed in tandem. "That was nice," Sarah said after a brief pause.

The boy opened his mouth to say something, only for a hard pelting of water to fall right on his head. It took him off guard, and actually hurt a fair bit. Before realising what even happened, he was scooped into her hands and held like an injured bird as she stood up quickly ducked into a nearby gazebo for shelter. Her fingers unfurled and she sat him, shaken, next to her on the painted wooden bench she commandeered. Only a few moments after those initial teasing drops did the unexpected deluge occur, hissing on the roof of the structure.

"They sure picked a night for fireworks, didn't they?" Sarah asked rhetorically.

He said something muffled under the storm, which prompted her to pick him up once again, and hold her hands to her chest. "How long do you think we'll be here?" he repeated.

"Hopefully not long. With any luck it'll stop as quickly as it came."

In the meantime they looked out through the posts of the gazebo to the park, dark completely except what ambient light penetrated from the city lights and the occasional lamp dotted on the flanks of the footpaths. Sarah's large body absorbed the bite from the windchill, keeping the boy nice and insulated. The shore of the pond was just barely in the aura of a warm post's glow, showing a family of ducks nestled together seemingly oblivious of the rain.

"Hey, Sarah..."

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry about what I said last week, about being your pet..."

The corners of her mouth jostled in uneasiness. "No... I reacted poorly. I understand why you felt... feel... that way."

"Yeah, but it's not your fault. It's just the way things are."

"For what it's worth, I'd much rather be your friend than your owner. I want you to make your own choices."

He rocked in his seat, the heel of her palm, at her words.

"Are you okay?"

"I know it's been months, but this whole thing is still kind of new to me..."

"What? A friend?" she was about to chuckle, but saw she may have been more correct than she desired.

The boy took a few deep breaths, as if cooling himself before giving a speech. "I-in the last years of High School, they decided it'd be best if I attended a normal school so I could socialise better. I'd been with other kids before, but I was still nervous..." he swallowed, his mouth was dry. "It was made a lot easier when I made a few friends. They really helped me out, I even got to go home with them a few times, see what a normal home was like... Uhh... At the end of high school I found out the lab had picked all my 'friends'. When school was over, they didn't need to talk to me anymore."

Sarah looked horrified. "Oh God... that's... cruel."

He didn't like relaying this story. He didn't really want to feel pitied. "We still chat occasionally, I guess a few came to like me, but..."

A thumb brushed along his neck and shoulder, gently. Sarah felt awful for him, which he probably didn't want, but it was hard to help herself. He must think that she's the same, just a plant from his 'parents'. "W-well, I have something to tell you in that case."

He lifted his head up, his neck still a little limp. "Last month I got a call from a rival company. They offered me a new job with much better pay, and not even out of the state."

"Really?"

"Y-yeah. And I didn't take it. Because of you."

He blinked a few times. "Me?"

"Yeah," she smiled. "I didn't want to tell you because I knew you'd feel guilty, but I really didn't want to leave you. I like you."

They both quieted down, the rain just beginning to lull. "Thank you," he said, laying a hand on her thumb.

"You're welcome," she smiled right back. "Now come on, let's go before the rain starts again."

They hurried from the gazebo and out of the park. On the way home they bought dinner, and enjoyed it while watching a movie together.

---

The boy dangled his legs off the edge of the desk. He needed a little 'fresh air' today, even if he was still inside. This big, cavernous living room, totally devoid of company; it seemed Sarah was working late, and already the day had wound down to evening with no sign of her. Hopefully he and Sarah could do something together, although she'd probably be dead tired after working so strenuously.

Heavy thudding footsteps foreshadowed her clumsy entering, kicking off her heels at the door and falling flat into the sofa. A slow, rumbling moan came from her buried mouth.

"Sarah?" he rose his voice to meet her ears.

She moaned against the cushion before shuffling upright and cradling her head on her hand. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... tired..."

There was a faint whiff of alcohol in the air around her, probably undetectable to anyone except him and his fine nose. "Are you sure?"

Sarah sighed and stood up, she took the boy from his perch and set him on the coffee table and slid back into her seat. "After work Jessica invited me to a bar... turns out she has a new boyfriend." She didn't elaborate at all, as if knowing she shouldn't say anything else.

He twiddled his thumbs awkwardly, a little afraid to look her in the eye.

The quiet moment was ended when she reluctantly spoke once again. "I haven't had a boyfriend in four years..."

Never had he pried too deeply into her romantic affairs. Partly because it was personal, partly because... he was jealous. He didn't know what to say, he didn't even change his body language at all.

"I'm sorry, you're the last person I should talk to this about."

"I-it's fine, I don't mind..."

"No, I really shouldn't. You..."

This conversation was so awkward. He wanted it to end, but he couldn't drop it. He felt like she wanted to say something, like she needed to get if off her chest, but couldn't. For the first time in his life, he was going to take the lead. "I'm scared of women," he said so bluntly that it couldn't cut butter.

"That's normal for someone your age."

"No, I mean scared. For my life."

"Oh..." she folded her fingers together, leaning over her knees. "Even me?"

He swallowed a mouthful of arid air. "Y-yes, a little."

Sarah chuckled. "Two lonely people living under the same roof..."

That was something she wasn't sure she should have said. It didn't really make sense, and they both knew it. They stared at each other, hearts beating. One of them was going to speak first. "Sarah... I think I've fallen in love with you."

"I think I've fallen in love with you too."

It came as a surprise to both of them, both that their feelings were reciprocated, and that they were brave enough to be honest, and not just to each other. It was a relief, just as much as it felt like a burden. The boy had reached the conclusion that he loved her months ago, just as he was being introduced. She beautiful, of course, but she also spoke to him in such a warm way, about how she was so excited to be living with him; no one was really like that when he was growing up.

"I know I just said I was scared of you..." he said.

"It's okay, I would be too... I was planning to never tell you. If it got out... there's no way to make me look good, like I'm not a predator."

It took Sarah a little longer to admit her feelings. It seemed so inappropriate, and it was downright strange that he was so small. But he was quite handsome, and she desperately wanted to 'crack' him, and see him for who he really was.

They didn't know what to do. What was to come of them? How? Sarah sighed and cupped her hands together, allowing her friend to climb in. She brought him close to her face, to eye level. "Have you ever been kissed before?"

"N-no, I haven't," he sighed in shame.

Delicate as could be she pecked his face. He was a little taken aback, and a little flustered. "Now you have."

---

Sarah's agile fingers massaged his shoulders with the gentleness of a docile animal's nuzzle. It was a cautious operation, with the tapered tips of her digits pinched closely around him, rocking back and forth to ease the tension in his muscles. "Just try and relax," she soothed.

They had been talking since the confession. About how they were both terrified about opening up to each other, how he tried to avoid her because of his feelings, and how she tried to get closer. After a nice, long talk as lovers, the topic changed to something more... intimate...

"I'll try," he said. He was afraid, even if he knew how delicate Sarah was.

"Let me get undressed," she whispered, with a shiver in her voice. She retreated into her bathroom, leaving the tiny boy alone on the field of her bed. Reluctantly he derobed, his tiny custom tailored clothes taken off and discarded; he furtively hid behind a ruffle in the duvet.

Sarah emerged from the sterile room with only a towel wrapped at her chest to cover her. She smiled, and hooked a thumb at the lip, wiggling it and dropping it at her feet. The woman's nakedness seemed to fill the room, her feminine body was curved lightly at the hips and chest, with a navel carved with the delicacy of a potter's knife on her slender waist. The boy ran his eyes up and down the square miles of skin and detecting all the finer details, like a beauty spot on her collarbone, or a birthmark on her thigh. Many, many times through his life had he tried to picture this. Not just Sarah, although she composed a lot of his fantasies, but any woman, and how their colossal expanses of curves would look. Now he knew, and he couldn't pry his eyes from her.

Carefully she stepped to her bed, her eyes trained upon his slightly obscured figure. He couldn't have all the fun, could he? What did her young man look like? With a groaning mattress she lowered herself on, the meridian of her body parallel to the bed's. The naked man was in the shadow of her chin, lined up perfectly with the cleavage that pressed softly into the cover. "Don't be shy..."

He 'unwrapped' himself, displaying his entire naked body to her.

The boy saw her pupils dilate, almost doubling in size. She smiled sharply, an expression that filled him with relief. "You're really handsome, did you know that?"

"Handsome?"

"Yeah, of course. What else?"

He wasn't sure if he'd ever been called handsome before, not in a serious way. Always cute; tiny, adorable, like a puppy; never handsome. "You're..." he searched his vocabulary for something that fit her, and he returned too many answers. "Beautiful." Maybe a tad boring.

A dear grin pulled her mouth, one that comforted him. "You said that was your first kiss, earlier, wasn't it?"

He nodded, slowly.

"Then we should make up for lost time." Her confident fingers lifted his nigh weightless body. "I'll need to teach you first." She puckered her lips and squeezed him against them, gently. She smoothly nuzzled them back and forth against his entire upper body, swallowing it up amid a sea of glossy salmon. This was the best kiss she could do, with only a hint of tongue tasting his chest.

The boy laid panting and moist when the kiss was over, a conflicted look in his eye.

"Y-you're still scared, right?"

He nodded. He was terrified. Even when being kissed by the girl he admired for so long, he couldn't shake that lifelong fear.

Sarah didn't like feeling scary. This poor, poor thing. "You're braver than you think. Look at me, you're one hundredth of my size, and you still confessed to me first."

Maybe she was telling the truth, but it felt hard to believe her, to think of himself as brave.

"I know." Cupping her palms, the great woman rolled over in bed, her taut chest now proudly pressing upwards. Her fingers unfurled and placed him in her cleavage; her breasts, not even particularly large, were taller than him. Large hemispheres casting him in a warm shade and making him appear thin and wiry. It made sense why he was afraid. "Be brave... take your time, get used to it."

The boy reached out his hand, pressing it into the side of her breast. Velvety smooth, and warm, layers of fat and moisturised skin absorbing his tiny extremity. She was big, really big... He could never feel her breast the normal way, like a real man... But he remembered what his friend said. No one else would get to see Sarah like this, to be so close to her chest, so close as to feel her heart beating, and be surrounded by her on all sides. He took his other hand and pressed on, deep as he could go into her taut, perky mammaries. He tried to shuffle up, gravity fighting against him, but Sarah was big and strong enough to help him. He stood proudly on her creased areola like a mountain climber, surveying the landscape of her body. He felt... small, again... but he could see all of her, all of Sarah.

"Are you okay?" she asked in a smooth, friendly voice.

The boy, despite being stark naked and astride on her nipple, smiled in an wholly innocent way. "I'm better than okay."

He slid down, and together they explored one another's bodies. He slowly acclimatised to her, the heat and sultry air emanating from her healthy skin, how soft she was, and how to crawl, climb, and navigate around. Sarah listened to his requests, rolling over so he could feel her behind, and strut along the nape of her neck.

Sarah got her turn too, holding him gently and touching him with her slender fingers, teaching herself how to handle one so delicate and fine. Finally, after a long, educational experience with one another, the woman sat up from the bed, pressing her back against the headboard. She spread her legs and arched her knees seductively, placing the diminutive thing before her, right at her womanhood.

Huge. Gigantic. She shot into the sky and swallowed everything he could see, like a landscape of skin uprooted and set on its side. Her weighty breasts dipped down slightly, nipples and cheeks glowing in arousal. "Don't be afraid, please."

Not betraying any emotion but reverence, he crept forwards, even when her face was eclipsed by the undersides of her breasts and he was draped in shadow from her thigh. He pushed into her labia with his whole body, not slipping inside, but grinding into the exterior. It felt nice, for him at least. He planted kisses where he could, trying to show a modicum of appreciation for her.

She moaned in pleasure. He was so lovely... She ran her fingers along his back, her smooth nails in no danger of leaving painful grazes. For the first time in history, someone small enough to fit in the palm of a hand made love to a normal person. It was awkward, both of them knew, and to anyone else they'd hardly call it 'sex', but it didn't matter too much. They increased their speed, and slowly adjusted positions. He was as clumsy as any inexperienced virgin was, but even though it was a new experience to her, she taught him how to better satisfy her.

After some time, Sarah 'dismounted' the boy, who she was pressing brace against her privates. They were both soaked in sweat, hers more so than his, and panting terrifically. She dropped him in the humid crevice of her breasts, fat drops of perspiration rolling down the slopes.

"I... I love you Sarah," he panted out, contending with the motions of his chest and hers.

"I love you too."

They waited patiently for their breaths to return, and when they did Sarah felt comfortable peeling him from her and heading in for a bath. When they were nice and fresh, they go dressed in their night clothes and nestled in together on her bed, talking again as friends, as lovers.

"I should have told you this before, but I applied to university."

"Really? I'm so proud of you!" she pecked his head gently. It was so freeing to show how she really felt about him.

"Yeah, English literature. They'll probably let me in, or at least I hope so."

"I'm sure you'll do just fine."

They shared in a kiss once again. They really were making up for lost time.

"Okay, I'm tired after all that. Do you want to get some sleep?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm beat."

She cupped her hands, waiting for him to crawl on.

"Uh... if it's okay, could I just sleep here? With you? I think I'd be more comfortable..."

Sarah gave him the look she had given him before, with her pupils as wide as saucers. "If that's what you would like."

The comparatively gigantic woman pulled the blanket over herself, with the boy on the great, wide pillow to her side, and slept.