The outcome relies on the chosen measurement method.

The outcome relies on the chosen measurement method.

In the grand scheme of things, people vary greatly in height - some are tall, others average, and then there's me, a bit on the short side. As an 18-year-old, being just five feet six inches can be a bit humiliating. Although I hope a sudden growth spurt might elevate me to average, for now, it's a nuisance.

When it comes to sports, I'm pretty athletic, but never managed to make it onto any teams. It frustrates me when coaches overlook me because they're too busy scanning the taller individuals. Even in individual sports, I've felt underwhelmed; small yet skilled isn't always a winning combination, unfortunately.

However, my skills have been appreciated in acrobatics, where skill matters more than size. While I was good, I was also quite hefty, which limited my acrobatic potential. Lacking the slender build often preferred in the field, I couldn't reach the same heights as my slender peers.

To earn money as a broke teenager, I took on various odd jobs. One of my regular gigs was assisting the school janitor with menial tasks every now and then. These duties included changing light bulbs, adjusting clocks, replacing tap washers, and lubricating hinges. By helping the janitor with these tasks, I was more efficient and earned a few bucks in the process.

One Thursday afternoon, I scheduled my usual routine after school. I received a bag filled with boxes and decided to check. One box stated "Rose for a shower," but not just any rose - a fancy water-saving rose. These were quite expensive, I presumed.

"So, who gave the school these expensive roses?" I asked the janitor out of intrigue.

"The government showed its generosity by supplying these fancy roses to all schools, intending them for water-saving purposes," he responded.

"What a brilliant plan," I remarked, somewhat sarcastically. "So, they dangle an offer of free expensive roses, assuming every school needs them. How many showers are here?" I asked.

"The female and male teachers' bathrooms, the female and male change rooms - that makes fourteen showers in total," he explained.

A wave of panic washed over me. No problem with female teachers; I could simply ask them to check and install the showerhead. However, the male teachers' bathroom and change room were a different story. It'd be easier to just waltz in and get the job done. The female change room, though, was a major hurdle.

I set to work on the female teachers' bathroom and male teachers' bathroom, followed by the male change room. I finished the male change room after an hour, already exhausted.

The chances of encountering straggling students or teachers an hour after school concluded were slim to none, so I proceeded to the female change room. Knocking and kicking yielded no response. I propped open the door with my maintenance sign and cautiously entered, finding no one.

As I was wrapping up the last shower rose, I heard a flurry of high-pitched voices. Surprised, I yelled out, "Maintenance here!" and quickly hid behind a lavatory. The voices were familiar - Becky and her friends, girls my age and in my year.

"What are you doing in here, you pervert?” Becky snapped. "How do we know you weren't installing cameras?"

"Since you're friendly enough to ask, I've been replacing showerheads to enhance everyone's showering experience, assuming any of you actually shower," I echoed sarcastically.

The girls stared at me, incredulous, before wrapping up their conversation. Glancing at my maintenance sign, they left the room, allowing me to finish installing the final showerhead uninterrupted.

Having put in over an hour's work, I was tired but accomplished. Yet, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had made a complete fool of myself in the female change room.

You don't have any, I admitted, but they're small spaces with not much extra room. I also think any camera in a shower head would lose its electronics pretty quickly, with all the water.

Hmph. I'm sure you were just waiting to catch us changing.

Don't be so harsh. School ended over an hour ago, and there were no scheduled practices for today. Should I just hang out for an hour in case you came late and changed? Although, I wondered, would it have been worth it? While looking over all three of them, I thought it definitely would have been.

You're such a pervert, Becky scolded.

She had a point about the little. All three of the girls were my height, but dammit.

I just need a break from being called little, I retorted. I'm man enough in all the right places.

I'm talking about your intelligence, she replied, cutting a furious glance at my groin. For some reason, I always managed to annoy her.

I'm referring to my mind, I told her. You've seen my test scores, right? What did you think I meant?

I received another filthy look from Becky and then she said something to her friends. Lou and Shelley laughed and moved in front of me, each grabbing an arm and holding on like they were holding on for dear life. Seeing they were clutching my arms to their large breasts, I saw no reason to complain or to try to get loose.

Let's see how small you really are, Becky sneered, already undoing my pants.

So some girls wanted to check out my equipment. Why should I worry? I was just naturally endowed, assuming my innocence.

The speed at which Becky undid my pants and pulled them and my briefs down told me she'd done this before. She gestured to the girls, and they lifted my shirt and singlet to reveal my full erection.

"Oh, how adorable," cooed Becky. "Look, the poor little thing is trying to stand up."

I didn't mind getting an erection. I knew what I had and I wasn't afraid to show it. Maybe a little embarrassed, but the situation called for it.

The three of them were admiring me, seeing my cock grow to its full size.

"What the hell," gasped Shelley.

"This is strange, isn't it?" Lou mused.

"Fuck!" Becky exclaimed, a bit taken aback.

I was well-endowed in the private area, with about nine inches when erect and substantial meat as well.

"I thought someone's height doesn't reflect the size of their penis," I commented, smiling at the shocked girls. "So, if you'll excuse me for just a moment..."

I loosened Lou's and Shelley's grips on my arms, noticing they were no longer trying to hold me. They'd forgotten to release me. I reached for the front of Becky's dress and pulled it up along with her panties, exposing her completely.

"Nice to see you groomed," I said, admiring her appearance. I briefly looked at the other two. "I prefer a smooth mons," I informed them.

Becky yelped and seemed to be unsure if her face should be red or white. Perhaps she was suffering from shock?

"If you touch me," she commanded, an unspoken threat left hanging.

"No," I reassured her. "I'm just looking."

I lowered Becky's dress back into place and she quickly adjusted her panties, her face still red and angry.

"So," I told Lou and Shelley. "Will you show me now or should I wait for a more private time?"

The two of them took a step back, their heads shaking.

"No?" I asked. "I've finished working here. I'm readying to leave."

I picked up my bag of roses and garbage, put away my tools, and stood to leave. My mother had called looking for me. She and my father were invited to the Mullin's house for dinner and card games. If I wanted to join them, I'd need to get home quickly.

I apologized, explaining that I would be a few more minutes. (As many as needed.) I'd just make myself dinner. They had no need to worry about me. Either dinner and card games with the most boring old people in town or make my own dinner? A no-brainer question for me.

• Lou

I leisurely made my way home, relieved that the car wasn't there so I wouldn't need to hide out for any longer. As the elevator door closed, a loud voice called out for me to halt its closing. Being a chivalrous person, I stopped the doors and watched as a frenzied individual rushed through, enthusiastically thanking me once the doors slid shut again. I pressed the button to close the lift doors and turned around to acknowledge my new companion.

"Hi, Lou!" I beamed delightedly. "I didn't realize you lived here...on the floor above mine, right?"

She momentarily stared at me with unease. I didn't tempt fate by crowding her, but it wouldn't have been difficult to do so. Why upset the girl? When the lift reached my floor, I stepped out but left one foot in position to prevent the doors from closing.

"Hey, Lou," I went on innocently, "since we're both here now, why don't you visit me for a minute or two? We'll have some privacy, just the two of us. I've been keeping my word of wanting to see for myself what all the fuss was about. You ladies had your fun, so I think it's only fair that I get my share."

Her eyebrows knitted together curiously.

"Just a peek?" she wondered aloud. "We can do that right here, in the elevator."

"Nah," I replied, pointing at the ceiling of the lift. "There are cameras up there. I don't want you captured on film. It's private."

"No, really?" she inquired, appearing somewhat shocked.

I extended my hand to her.

"Come on in," I encouraged. "It won't be so bad."

She accepted my offer, and I led her down the hallway, coming to a stop at my apartment. To my apartment's credit, there was no one else there.

I gestured towards my bedroom, making sure the door was wide open to comply with my mother's rule that she preferred her daughters to pursue hanky-panky in public places.

"Lou," I pleaded, "with no one else here, can't we have a moment to ourselves? There won't be any interruptions."

She contemplated my proposal with hesitation before replying, "Okay, but just for a minute."

I put my hand on her arm and guided her down the hallway to my bedroom. I locked the door behind me and approached my trousers and underwear. My manhood was then set free for her viewing pleasure.

I extended my hand towards her, inviting her to touch me.

"You've touched it already," I reasoned. "So, it's only fair that I return the favor."

She stared at my erection for a moment before tentatively taking hold of my shaft. To my surprise, she didn't release it, even when I began to trace her soft fuzz of pubic hair and warm, moist folds.

"I thought you said you didn't want to have sex with me?" I questioned her.

"I didn't," she acknowledged. "But that's not happening, either. It's too big, it would hurt me, it's not okay..." Her words attempted to reason why she wouldn't be having sex with me but were simultaneously negated by her continued caresses of my cock.

I began to undress her, but she displayed no resistance. "Isn't that what this is all about?" she asked, considering that being fucked by me was inevitable at this point.

I pulled off her blouse, exposed her bare skin, and realized her failure to resist all along.

"You're trying to fuck all the girls in the building, aren't you?" she later challenged.

"Well," I admitted, "that's possibly true. But I'm not going to fuck all of them at once."

Her words cut off as my fingers grazed her breasts, and a frustrated look came over her face.

I gently nibbled on one nipple, then the other. I lifted my head and gazed openly at her body, showing her appreciation. I'm not sure if she realized this, but she preened under my gaze, enjoying the fact that I was looking at her.

"I have to admit, I planned for Becky to be first because I was annoyed with her," I said, "but when I saw you in the elevator, you looked so adorable that I couldn't resist."

As I ran my eyes over her body again, I tilted my head and released a soft sigh.

"How could I possibly refuse such an opportunity?" I asked, pulling her close and kissing her.

She didn't hesitate to return the kiss, and it was full of passion. We both touched each other, enjoying the sensation of flesh on flesh. I carefully guided her toward the bed and laid her down on it.

There was a slight interruption in our loving encounter. Lou was completely naked, her legs spread, revealing everything she had to offer. Once she realized what I was about to do, her nerves took over.

"Wait a minute," she gasped. "That thing is way too big. It'll hurt me if you go further."

"Calm down," I reassured her, speaking gently. "I won't do anything that you don't want. In fact, I think you'll find that I'm just the perfect size for you. You'll find you can accommodate me with no issues. How about we start slowly and easing into things? You can see for yourself how it goes."

It took another 5 minutes of gentle persuasion and tender touches before we got back on track. I placed her lips around the tip of my penis, and Lou became nervous again. However, since she wasn't in any pain, she allowed me to continue. I took my time, entering her slowly.

She gasped a couple of times, propping herself up on her elbows to observe my invasion. As I slowly slid inside her, she made a few comments, such as how she felt pressed and crowded, and how much further would I go. When I told her she could handle me without a problem, she looked skeptical.

What Lou was missing was the pain. Because there was no pain, she agreed to let me continue. However, if I crudely forced myself inside her, she would probably have experienced pain. Going slowly and steadily was crucial.

"I cannot believe it," she panted out when my pelvis met hers, my cock fully inserted in her warm sheath.

"Believe," I said softly, resting my weight against her.

"I'm going to start moving now," I told her. "Just go with me for the moment. When you're comfortable, we can try something more enjoyable."

With that, I started pulling back and returning, not pulling back too far at first but increasing the length of my strokes. Lou pushed up to meet me, making a sexy little sound each time I hit home. The advantage here was that I could last for a long time, not just slamming into her.

It soon became apparent that all the cock inside her was arousing her even further. She demanded I do more.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Do it now."

I had no reason to say no to that. I increased the intensity of my thrusts, driving deep into her.

After a while, it was clear that Lou was about to climax. It was time to decide.

"Lou, it seems that you're about to achieve orgasm now. Do you want to achieve orgasm now or should I postpone things a bit?"

"Delay things?" she asked, sounding shocked. "If you do, it's over!"

"As you wish," I said, increasing my speed and force.

The way her love canal clamped around me indicated that she was very close, and it pushed me over the edge, causing my own orgasm. She collapsed back on the bed, lying limply and looking quite satisfied with herself.

I disengaged and got a warm cloth and a towel, gently washing her body and drying her. Lou continued to stretch out as I cared for her.

"Goodness, I must be late for home," she suddenly exclaimed with a startled cry. "This is all your fault."

Lou quickly dismissed the notion that it took women a long time to get dressed. In fact, she was fully dressed within a minute. Then, she was at the door, about to leave. She stopped and turned back to me.

"This was a one-of-a-kind experience," she told me, sounding quite determined. "Um, are you really planning to do Becky and Shelley?"

"If I can," I confessed.

"Well, good luck with Becky - you'll need it. As for Shelley, I believe she's open to the idea. She couldn't stop raving about the size of your cock and curious about how it feels."

"I'm more than willing to satisfy her curiosity," I agreed. "Admittedly, Becky seems unhappy with me, but I think I can change that. We'll just have to wait and see what happens."

With that, Lou left me to handle dinner preparations.

The following morning, I awoke early and headed to school. I wanted to be there before anyone else to avoid Becky's critical gaze as I performed my part-time handyman duties. There were certain areas in this school that were usually locked and out of bounds for normal students, but I had the keys. Plus, Becky had a habit of spying on me while I was working and commenting on my efforts negatively. She seemed to enjoy it.

When I arrived at school, I noticed Becky was already there, her mother's troubled relationship with her probably causing early mornings. There were also a few other factors that compelled me to be an early bird. First, as the part-time handyman, I possessed keys to many forbidden places. Second, I needed to complete a task I had started the day before, which had been initiated by Becky herself.

Arriving at the back of the school, I spotted the equipment room I needed. The room was a storeroom for old junk that was destined for the next rubbish disposal drive. There were several tumbling mats stacked against one wall. These were not the newest models used by the Physical Education class, but older ones that were about to be discarded. I prepared the mats, laying two of them side by side, before waiting for my target to arrive.

It didn't take long. A few minutes passed, and then Becky came through the door, checking up on me. She unknowingly slipped inside, oblivious to me closing the door behind her. The room was well-lit, the light switched on when I arrived.

Becky was slower in catching on to the situation. The door had closed, but my guess is she didn't even notice. Focused on me, she questioned my presence.

"The poor boy is here to make some extra lunch money, right?" She voiced her opinion, her tone implying it was the only reason I'd be here.

"Not exactly," I clarified. "I'm really here to finish up what was begun yesterday. Initiated by you," I added.

Becky looked baffled at my statement. I took the opportunity to lift her dress and lower her panties. Her reaction was immediate - she grabbed her dress and pushed me away, but also opened her mouth to scream. She quickly changed her mind, deciding it might be best to keep this incident quiet. She exhaled in frustration.

"What are you doing to me?" she demanded.

"Simply continuing from where we left off yesterday - when you flashed me, I felt an urgent desire to touch the forbidden. That desire is still within me."

"I didn't flash you." She protested fiercely. "You snatched my panties down without consent or respect."

"Alright," I relented. "You have my permission to lower my trousers; I won't stop you."

"I don't need your consent," she asserted, her eyes glaring daggers at me.

"Alrighty," I replied dryly.

"I'm not scared. I don't need protection." She insisted, seething with anger.

"Then it's just me and you," I said.

Her tone ramped up in irritation. "Are you insinuating that I'm scared? Do you think I need protection?"

"Nooo," I drawled out. "Not at all."

Her eyes narrowed angrily. "Then why would you say that?"

"I didn't." I calmly replied. "You suggested it, didn't you?"

Her eyes flared with rage. "I don't need YOU to tell me how I feel!"

She let out a low growl and grabbed my belt. Again, she demonstrated her proficiency at removing a boy's trousers. Strangely, the same events occurred as before. My erection quickly became evident, and her eyes widened in surprise. The word "fuck" came from her lips once more. Perhaps she'd forgotten how big I was or convinced herself it was a figment of her imagination.

"You might as well hold onto it this time to prove it's real," I suggested, taking her hand and pressing it against me. She shook her head quickly in denial, but this didn't stop her hand from closing around me.

I waited for a moment, but she maintained a firm grip. As far as I was concerned, this implied silent consent. It was only fair that I returned the favor, and my hand slid under her dress, cupping her vulva. She gasped and shook her head, muttering something that resembled "no," but she didn't pull away or release me, so I slowly glided my fingers across her mound.

For a minute or two, we stood there, touching each other intimately. Becky's face was bright red, and she looked upset. However, she didn't seem to be making any moves to stop.

I had no intention of stopping. Her skin was soft and warm, making it easy for me to navigate. Additionally, I could sense her growing arousal, whether she liked it or not.

At some point, I took my hand away, sliding it around her waist to bring her closer. My other hand reached below her dress, gripping her bottom and lifting it up. This action caused our bodies to press against one another, my hand wrapped around her waist, and her hand still clinging to me.

Becky released me, attempting to pull her hand away. However, most of my cock was still pressed against her, and she made a muffled groaning sound. I assumed this was a negative response, but I had no way of knowing for sure and just held her against me, allowing her to adjust.

"If you think I'm going to let you..." she stammered, her voice barely audible.

"I am. You are." I asserted softly yet firmly.

Without warning, I pushed her backward one leg at a time, causing her to fall onto the mats. I then spread her legs, pushing her panties off her ankles. What remained of her clothing was now pushed up over her waist, leaving her almost completely exposed.

Becky's eyes were wide as she looked at the situation. She shook her head again, whispering, "I said no."

"I know you did," I acknowledged, "but that's not a problem."

Instead of using my hands, I brushed my cock against her slit, wetting it with her juices. At this point, it was hard not to be aroused, so it's unlikely she could've convinced herself the entire experience was a fantasy. The head of my cock lightly teased her opening. Apparently, this was enough of a turn-on for her, as her legs began to clutch at me, drawing me in more forcefully.

Her grip on me tightened, ensuring I couldn't slip out. In response, I began to thrust harder. Becky's hips thrust upward in an attempt to draw me in completely. When she relaxed, I noticed her hand had slipped from my waist to instinctively grasp the back of my head.

It seemed we were now in sync. The rhythm was easy, and I was pretty convinced this wasn't Becky's first time. I decided to take full advantage of our free time before school started. I found a steady, comfortable pace, and Becky matched it well.

We continued to ride out our intense feelings, using each other as we saw fit. I felt confident that Becky enjoyed it. Over time, I began to sense her arousal increasing. The mats absorbed the sound of our bodies thumping against each other, while the slightly harsh sounds of silky panties rubbing against her thighs punctuated the action. As her arousal spiraled, I instinctively increased my speed and intensity, but she met me halfway, the waves of ecstasy that were now washing over her were only growing stronger. My own climax was on the horizon, and I felt certain it would bring her to new heights.

Finally, we came together, our bodies pressed from thighs to foreheads, each gasping for breath and basking in the afterglow. But the school bell rang, reminding us it was time to return to the land of the living. It had been an unforgettable experience!

I smoothly handled the situation. When Becky stopped making her quiet sounds, I figured it was time to wrap things up. I sped things up, her quiet sounds became more frantic. She'd been eager since the start. I eventually reached my climax, triggering her as well into a very energetic orgasm. Both her hands clung to her mouth to stifle herself from screaming out.

Luckily, I happened to have some clean clothes and water, allowing us to clean ourselves up. Dressed and neat, Becky gave me a hostile look.

"What?" I questioned, acting innocent.

"You forced me," she growled. "That was rape."

"Hang on, Becky," I reasoned. "You were the one who undid my trousers and pulled them down. You grabbed my penis and wouldn't let go. Are you saying you didn't want it?"

"But I told you no," she hissed at me.

"Now, Becky," I insisted. "Any guy will tell you holding their erection is a sign of what could follow. How else could I have handled it?"

"But I said no," she repeated.

"Uh, Becky," I clarified. "If you hold a guy's erection, he assumes you're consenting. If I hadn't... it would have been incredibly rude and not something I'd want to do."

"You'll brag about this to the other boys," she threatened.

"Absolutely not," I assured her. "I wouldn't ruin what we just experienced by discussing it. It's the fastest way for me to not get another opportunity, which would be a huge disappointment.

"You think this was your one and only chance. I'd imagine you'll seek out Lou and Shelley next," she stated.

"Be practical," I defended myself. "Once you've had the best, the others don't seem as appealing."

"Have you already done it with both of them?"

"No, but I'd clarify that if they asked if I've tried it with you, I'd truthfully say no. You'll just have to take my word."

I hadn't with both of them, not yet.

We made it out of the storeroom, away from bystanders. Becky continued hurling insults while leaving. Looking forward to catching her again.

* * * Shelley

I didn't plan to seduce Shelley. I thought if it was meant to be, my opportunity would come. Thus, I was slightly unsettled when I noticed her walking beside me as I walked home. We didn't mention the locker room incident nor muttered any lewd remarks. I was, surprisingly, a gentleman.

When we came to the point where our paths diverged, Shelley inquired something.

"Are you very occupied right now? I'd like to show you something at my house. My mom is home, you'll be safe."

I agreed, seeing this as a precedent for future visits. We continued conversing casually, saying nothing of importance.

When we arrived at her house, she led the way in, motioning for me to follow.

"I could use some coffee," she said. "Want some?"

I agreed to a cup of coffee, then she guided me to the kitchen.

"I'm going to put my things in my room. Back in a minute."

She reappeared shortly and I nearly gagged. Shelley had removed her clothes, leaving her naked. This occurred very quickly.

"Shelley, um, your mother..." (She had mentioned her mother being home.)

"Don't worry," she assured me. "I lied. She won't be back for hours."

"I prefer my coffee black, with sugar," I mumbled. "Although, at this point, I could use some whiskey."

"Like what?" she inquired.

"Drinks," I described.

"You like?" she asked, spinning around, making sure I got a good look. Then she made our coffee.

"I like," I acknowledged. "Duly, what red-blooded man wouldn't?"

"William, for instance," she mentioned. "He almost fainted when he saw me like this, and that was not intended."

"I'm aware of his preferences," I shared. "I guess the school knew."

"He's gay," she revealed, dread crossing her face. "He thought his boyfriend would find out and think he was cheating."

"Ah, yes," I responded, understanding William's predicament. "So, how did you find me here?"

"Thought you'd like it," she stated, pouring our coffee.

"A reasonable assumption," I concurred. "I'm not complaining."

"The ladies didn't follow through with their plan. It was quite an unexpected turn of events."

She placed my coffee on the table and sat down, her chest jiggling gently.

"You still haven't responded to my inquiry," I mentioned.

"Which question?" she questionably asked.

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Taking off what I'm wearing?" she laughed. "I'm doing so because I want to. So, what's your concern? You didn't seem to care when you exposed us a while back."

I sipped my hot beverage. It surprisingly tasted delicious.

"I didn't show you anything," I informed. "They three surrounded me and overwhelmed me. I thought fighting would hurt them, so I decided to endure their mistreatment to save harm from them."

She laughed even harder. It was intriguing to see how her body reacts to her amusement, especially her breasts jiggling and bouncing. She eventually ceased her laughter and gazed at me with a smirk.

"Frankly, your pride seemed to bounce back rapidly, maintaining its prideful stance and commanding respect," she teased.

I just rolled my eyes with a sigh.

"In response, what do you think I resolved during that incident? I figured I would sexually assault one of you. At the very least, I'd seize the opportunity and strip you of your panties."

"They didn't grope anyone," I clarified. "Becky simply gazed at me without touching me, which is permitted. If I had reciprocated, that would have been inappropriate. "

She chuckled and slapped the armrest of her chair. "So says Mr. Casanova. I assume you deduced that you planned to take one of us and have your way with us. As if to aid in this, I shaved as you requested."

I had initially remarked on this fact but didn't mention it since she was a guest in my home.

"I did, in fact, decide to force myself on one of you," I admitted. "It's now you who is at the apex of my choice for my intimate endeavor."

"Really," she said, sighing dramatically. "I guess I'm just a hero for my friends, giving it all to protect them."

"Don't you think they might prefer to be protected themselves or even combat on my behalf?"

"You're joking; Becky will never take advantage of you. Lou will just follow Becky's lead. There's no way I'll be the only one you'll have to chase if I refuse. Nope, it's myself or I'm stuck trying to win one of them over for weeks with slim chances of success."

Her words elicited a mixture of arousal and humour. Thanks to her stripping naked and presenting the unexpected, my initial intentions changed alongside her attempted seduction. I chuckled in reaction to her statements.

"So, tell me, will you be standing by while I conquer you?"

"Goodness no." She scoffed. "My intention is that you will lay down and I will lie on top of you. I intend to be in command of this opportunity".

Her suggestion was surprising. Though my way of dealing with strong-willed women was to submit to them, I was ready for her take on our intimacy. Her hands moved swiftly to my chest as I stood and approached her. She, too, made her way towards me but didn't caress my body, only maintaining pressure. We moved back together, her hands still pressing me. As a result of her pressing against my chest, I took an involuntary step backwards. She followed, her hands still pushing me back, but my palms rested comfortably at her breasts as I did so.

I dashed towards her bedroom, noticing that it was the room she had used to disrobe previously. Bed was exposed and awaiting me there.

She delivered one more push, causing me to land with a thump on the bed, adjusting myself to face her.

Her attire was removed and discarded on a chair. I whirled around to face the bed and lay down lengthwise on it. Unfortunately, my height was insufficient to stretch myself across the bed effectively. [

Shelley loosened my shirt and pushed me to talk about removing it and my tank top. Then she jumped onto the bed. To be more precise, she lifted up and on to me, allowing me to feel her nude body pressing against mine. My penis was already stiff and scorching. Now, it increased in hardness, heat, and firmness—at least that's how it felt to me.

I stroked her breasts, my fingers moving down her waist, covering her ass, and probing the tender flesh in between her legs. She was making small growling noises as she rubbed herself against me.

Although I had no objection to touching and kissing, I couldn't help but question when she'd move to ravaging. Clearly, I was in no position to resist, so why wasn't she being more aggressive? Could it be, perhaps, that a lack of experience meant that she wasn't quite sure what to do next? I'm not suggesting she was a virgin, but based on her earlier comments, she might be more accustomed to being ravaged than doing the ravaging. Maybe a helpful suggestion would be beneficial.

"What are you waiting for? Have you changed your mind?"

"What's your problem?" she retorted. "Im patient or just not used to a woman who can take charge?"

"I'm as patient as any guy who's entertain thoughts of an afternoon affair? As for not being used to a woman taking charge it hasn't happened yet."

"And it'll never happen if you aren't careful," she grumbled.

"Ah. Is that a challenge? Are you daring me to take over?"

"No. I'm just saying be patient."

"Don't wanna," I said in a petulant voice.

"Oh, poor baby," she laughed.

Even while she was chuckling, she was readjusting her grasp on my cock and positioning herself. She fidgeted a bit, sitting more upright and then began to descend. Despite the temptation to take control myself, I simply left my hands where they were, caressing her breasts.

She mumbled words that I intentionally ignored as she attempted to lower herself. After several false starts, she finally accomplished the correct alignment and began sinking down onto me. I was somewhat relieved because I had worried that she might injure me if she misjudged it. As it was, I just lay still and let her sink lower, allowing her enough time to adjust to my size.

She wasn't in a rush, but she was determined to take the entirety of me inside her. She slowly and steadily pressed downwards, swallowing me while I pushed upward into her, carefully maintaining my composure. The combined result was that we both slid smoothly into place, with Shelley taking credit for the ease.

She sat there, perched on top of me, a smirk on her face, becoming accustomed to the feeling. It didn't take long for her sensation not to be enough. She started rocking, leaning forward and backward, initially making tiny movements but gradually picking up the pace. In a short while, she was bouncing excitedly, urging me on. I didn't do much in return, just observing.

She reached her peak and hurried up, eager to have her orgasm. She whimpered softly and convulsed inside, shuddering before succumbing to exhaustion.

I embraced her and held her close to me. I don't think she'd realized yet that I was still firm and fully within her, remaining unspent.

"Shelley," I whispered, repeating it at intervals with increasing volume until she finally heard me. She opened her eyes and looked at me, a perplexed expression on her face.

"That was for you," I stated, my voice calm again. "This is for me."

The perplexed look transformed into astonished, probably exaggerated by the fact that I flipped over, placing her beneath me, pinning her to the bed while my stiff and impressive dick pressed hard against her, reminding her that it was still ready for action.

I didn't give her an opportunity to object or change her mind. I pulled back and pushed back in, vigorously and forcefully, her shocked cry music to my ears. With such a powerful start, I ploughed into her with all my might, savagely pumping her for as long as possible. She was quick to understand what was happening—if she was being fucked, she was going to do her own bit of fucking seemed to be her mounting attitude.

What we were doing didn't last long. With the sheer power of our movements, it couldn't. She'd already climaxed and was merely moments from her next orgasm. As for me, her previous efforts had put me on the brink of ejaculating without her knowledge. (Pride might have played a role as well. I wanted her to know I was still in control, even if I wasn't.)

Later on, I was asked if I had any intentions of making a move on Becky or Lou. I respectfully pointed out that I'm a gentleman and protect the dignity of women. I wouldn't even imply that I might be hitting on a girl. Pure as the fresh snow fallen, that's who I am.

"I wonder how many girls will be attracted to a petite guy like me," I remarked sadly. "I'm the shortest one in our group, even among the girls."

"It depends on the measurement method," said the amused response.

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