The next day, I was sitting at my table in my apartment when the knock at the door came. I stood and set my books aside and answered, and there was Shandra, grinning and blushing like a schoolgirl while also trembling a little from embarrassment and bashfulness. For such a tall woman, she certainly was adorable. The instant she saw my face when I opened the door, her expression was one of immense relief.
“Hey,” I greeted warmly. “Are you okay?”
“I was so scared I got the wrong door,” she grinned and giggled at me. I ushered her in and she looked around, then tugged on my hand and asked for the nickel tour. I obliged and showed her around my little one bedroom apartment- hallway with folding door closets, kitchen with a short counter that looked out to the living room, dining room/cove, living room, bathroom then finally bedroom.
She giggled at me the entire time until I brought her back and she sat on the futon with me, squeezing my hand and giggling at me. “This place is so… so…”
“I mean, it’s nothing to write home about,” I admitted.
“There are NO decorations! No pictures, no anything!” she scolded me. Not that this was the first time I’d received a similar scolding.
“I’ve got a long road ahead of me,” I explained. “I don’t know if I will be staying in this apartment past this year, or if I’ll need to downsize a bit more, and after graduation, I don’t even know if I will be in the graduate program here. I don’t really spend that much time here anyways. The only reason I’m off campus is because I needed to get away from all those friggin white knights.”
“But it’s so bland!” she teased me.
“I know, but I wasn’t going to be wasting your time keeping you here on our second date,” I answered her.
“Third,” she corrected, grinning at me and tracing her fingertip down my chest.
“Meeting in the bushes behind the loading docks for a quick conversation doesn’t count as a date,” I joked with her.
“Yeah it does,” she answered back immediately.
“Then we need to seriously increase your expectations on what constitutes a date,” I informed her.
“And what are you going to do to do that, Mr. poor, destitute student boy?” she teased me.
“You want me to tell you or show you?”
“Tell me,” she answered back and leaned forward against me so that she was now looking up into my eyes.
“Too bad we’re short on time then, because I’m just going to have to show you,” I teased her. She laughed heartily at me and shoved me, then I stood and took her hand and grabbed the duffle bag I’d prepared and walked her out to my car, where I held the door for her as she climbed in and she gave me the most peculiar, yet amused look as she sat down.
On the drive, I asked her about her major and she shot me a look and smirked. “Do you know what my major is?” she asked me.
“Business management,” I admitted awkwardly. “But I mean, it’s on every bus advertisement in the city.”
“Well… so now that I just came out that I’ve basically been stalking about you… how do you feel about that? Like really?”
“I’m not sure,” I answered honestly. “I mean; it’s honestly a little much to take in.”
“So, how much do you know about me? Really? Like not just what you Googled after this weekend.”
“Oh, I didn’t have to Google you. Once I realized who was flirting with me at the coffee shop, it all started coming back to me.”
“So humor me,” she tested.
“Honor student high school, co-captain of your high school volleyball team, class president, daughter of a famous football star, 6’2” tall, business management major, finance minor, likes to paddleboard and go any place warm on vacation and you like cats over dogs.”
“You memorized my bio page on the schools site,” she remarked, impressed.
“I memorized all the volleyball players,” I told her coyly.
“Oh? Are you a fan of volleyball?” she asked.
“I’m a fan of volleyball players,” I answered her. “Or at least I was last year when I looked you up. I haven’t looked at the current lineup this year. Classes are a lot harder than last year.”
“So I was thinking,” she diverted with a grin while playing with a lock of hair as she looked over to me. “Maybe me stalking you isn’t so bad, since you know all about me.”
“I mean the information is pretty much out there for everyone to see. The school has made you their brand.”
“But you know all about me, so doesn’t that give you the advantage?”
“I don’t know that any guy could have the advantage over you,” I answered. She laughed at me and leaned over in my direction with her hand against my arm. She was really animated tonight.
“I’m really nervous,” she admitted flat out. “Can you tell?”
“Only just a little,” I answered with a smirk. She giggled and grinned at me and put her hand on my chest and I watched nervously as her grin spread even wider.
“So are you, aren’t you?” she asked after feeling my heart pounding again.
“A lot,” I admitted.
“You’re better at hiding it than me,” she giggled. “This is like the first actual DATE date I have been on in years. Maybe just tell me where we’re headed since it might make me feel a bit better,” she asked in a very good job of trying to coax an answer out of me.
“We’re almost there,” I told her. “I think you’ll like it, though.”
“You’re horrible!” she accused me and I just shrugged my shoulders.
She tried again to get me to spill the beans regarding our destination, but I refused, grinning to myself as we started on the final turns and then pulled into a small parking lot with an off white building that looked to be possibly stucco with dark brown shuttered windows. As we got out of the car, she looked around the neighborhood, and then to the building, her brow scrunched up as she looked it over and then as we walked around the front of the building she stared at the sign and gave it even a more peculiar look.
“I have no idea how to pronounce that,” she told me. She still seemed somewhat amused, but more perplexed by now.
“It’s German. That’s all I know,” I said, then held the door and watched as she entered, her eyes going wide as saucer plates and she stepped in, her grin returning with a vengeance.
Inside was a very traditional looking restaurant, and by traditional I mean, mid 19th century Germany traditional. The walls were all stained wood, most of the tables matching, but not identical, a crowded restaurant full of boisterous diners, waitresses adorned in traditional German dresses, men in lederhosen managing operations, another two men wandering around in lederhosen playing the accordion at different places in the restaurant while singing in German, and as we approached the host, the entire restaurant erupted into a thunderous roar of “ZIGGY ZAGGY, ZIGGY ZAGGY, OY, OY OY!!”
“KLINK ‘EM AND DRINK ‘EM,” a buxom waitress bellowed with surprising volume and Shandra watched with untold glee as beer mugs around the restaurant were all lifted to the lips of diners and she laughed hysterically as she realized a number of these glasses were boot shaped and sized filled with German beer.
“Holy shit!” she laughed, grabbing onto my arm to hold herself up, then blushed and looked at the host in his lederhosen realizing that we were well beyond the current norm for physical contact in public. The host just smiled, shook his head and waved it off before taking my name and having us wait off to the side.
“I wanted to find some place that was like pre-clown world,” I told her as we stood against the wall and she took in all the sights, sounds and smells around her. “I may have overshot the mark a little bit,” I teased. She hugged my arm and beamed at me, and I cannot tell you how much satisfaction that gave me.
Despite her boisterousness, by this point I was starting to take note of her behaviors and gestures and putting them together along with the things she’d revealed to me the day prior. She felt so genuine in all of her joy and laughter and increasingly animated reactions because she was. Despite her outward appearances, I was starting to see a weight around her neck and I was getting the feeling it was a tremendous weight she’d been carrying for quite some time. I could see hints of it as she moved around and experienced everything this new place had to offer like a young girl seeing an amusement park for the first time. Every now and again, she’d stop to think and when she did, I could see that weight again pressing down on her, but she would force it back quickly and there would be the boisterous Shandra once again, living life to the fullest possible.
It was a beautiful sight be behold and she was practically hopping up and down as we were lead to our table and she allowed me to get her chair for her, again offering me the same peculiar grin as when I’d held the car door for her. She was completely out of her element, but she was loving every second of it.
When the waitress arrived to take our order, Shandra fawned over her, marveling at her beautiful bright blue dress, which to the waitress was just a work uniform and then had the waitress translate and explain every last item on the menu in detail while she fumbled through the nearly limitless options and seemed to be drooling over at least half of them.
She picked her food, jagerschnitzel, which she found impossible to pronounce correctly and I chose something called sauerbraten. “I need one of those BIGASS mugs of beer!” she cheered to the waitress, who carded her and then finished the order. She also chose an interesting appetizer at my insistence and she looked at me as the waitress left us behind.
“You’re trying to impress me, taking me to a place this expensive,” she answered as she sipped on her soft drink.
“This is actually pretty far beyond what I would normally do for a second…”
“Third,” she corrected as though she were reading my mind before I even spoke the word.
“Okay, third date. But, you said you’ve been… repressed since the beginning of all this crap.”
“You have NO idea,” she remarked, taking a much larger drink this time.
“I had to find some place that still acted like the old world. I found this place. I mean, I guess we don’t get to act like people in public anymore unless we pay for it.”
She smiled at my answer and thought it over, then her smile widened as she seemed to accept it. “Well, I guess I don’t mind. I should have enough cash with me.”
“Nope. You are not paying. You are my date, and I said I would take care of it for you,” I told her firmly. “I don’t care that you’re rich,” I told her a little more quietly. “I’m still the man on this date and I am going to treat you.”
She laughed hard enough that she nearly spit her soft drink out and had to wipe her chin up. As she did, she looked over to her left as one of the elderly singing men with an accordion approached and began serenading her, which made her giggle all over again. When he was finished with his song, he stopped and chatted with her, asking her if this was her first time there, where she was from and all about her personal life and she just poured the information out like it was free candy.
He was doing this as a job, but you could tell he was honestly enjoying chatting with her while he fiddled with his accordion as though it were second nature to him. Even the people at the table next to us seemed to be caught up in the life that just poured out of Shandra as she laughed and giggled at the accordion player and she even flirted innocently with him to some degree. As faint as that weight she was carrying was before, it had all but disappeared. Finally, the man asked her for a song request, and she was purely stumped.
“I have no idea. I don’t know any German songs,” she admitted.
“Do you like the sound of music?” he asked her.
“I haven’t seen it since I was a little girl,” she admitted.
“Then let me take you back,” he offered and began singing the song Edelweiss slowly and sweetly to her, truly serenading her. She grinned and smiled at him, then blushed to me and listened to him, staring up at him, just like a young girl would and when he was done, she asked him to teach her the song, which he did, and recruited the help of the two tables next to us to do the same until she could sing the song all on her own, loudly and proudly, and with a pretty decent singing voice, if I’m being honest.
When he was done, I offered him a $10 tip and he thanked us both, took Shandra’s hand and kissed the back of it like a gentleman 200 years ago would have and she refused to let go and pulled out her own billfold from her purse and stuffed a hundred dollar bill under the wad of bills pinned down by the straps of his instrument. He was completely bowled over and she pulled down on his suspenders, whispered in his ear and kissed him on the cheek, allowing him to blush for the first time.
“What did you tell him?” I asked as he went off singing and walking just a little more spring in his step.
“I’ll tell you later,” she answered coyly.
Dinner was an adventure. She explored every appetizer, every side dish and sampled my own food more than once, relishing nearly every bite, though she did turn her nose up at the pickled beets. She absolutely adored the spaetzel.
Neither of us stopped smiling or flirting the entire meal and when they brought out a piece of black forest cake, she nearly died and fell out of her seat. Everything here was new to her, though there had been a place somewhat like this back in my hometown that we would go to when I was growing up.
She drank from her oversized beer mug and begged the waitress to make the call of “ZIGGY ZAGGY, ZIGGY ZAGGY, OY, OY, OY!!” and laughed when the whole restaurant would start singing a song that she knew nothing about, though she went out of her way to try to sing along none the less.
When we left the restaurant she danced around me in circles until we got to the parking lot and she grabbed my jacket and stared me in the eyes hungrily while biting her lower lip. She leaned toward me, but I tipped my head to the right and she looked to see a small group of emo looking guys glaring at me. She rolled her eyes and decided to pull on my arm, but as we strolled back to my car, she turned to face them bending almost all the way forward at her hips and screamed “COCK BLOCKERS!!” before we went to my car laughing hysterically and made a hasty retreat before they closed the gap between us and them.
The next stop was a residential street near the border of the city where I parked on a quiet, secluded area and took out my bag I’d packed and we walked hand in hand on the way to our next point of interest.
“The last time I was on a date,” she giggled and twirled (I think she was a little buzzed from the beer earlier), “he was the son of a celebrity and he took me to this really stuffy VIP club and it was SO BORING! It cost me like $500 and the sushi absolutely SUCKED!” she laughed.
“So then this was better? I mean we managed to keep dinner just under $90.”
“You want to know what I told the accordion guy?” she asked, pulling on me and closing the distance between us.
“Yes,” I answered eagerly.
“I told him thank you for giving me the best date I have ever had in my entire life,” she informed me then pressed against me, unwilling to accept no for a kiss again. I obliged her and she tucked her arms in, letting me wrap my arms around her and she purred as we kissed until she shivered and I insisted we keep walking to stay warm.
As we walked, she hugged my arm and settled, though I couldn’t help but smile at the grin on her face. “You look like you’ve just gotten out of prison,” I told her.
“I have. I have to go back again, but at least I’m free now, right?”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve met a woman that wasn’t completely consumed by all these shrinking spurts. Even if you haven’t had your first spurt yet, it’s like a shadow looming over every woman. Isn’t it?”
“You think I haven’t had a spurt yet?” she asked me. Her tone was sober enough that I couldn’t help but take pause.
“Have you?” I asked her. She barely reacted and we walked onward.
“I used to be six-five,” she answered me. There was no hint of joviality anymore in her voice.
“Wow… that’s tall,” I managed to mumble through the frog in my throat.
“Is that intimidating?” she asked me.
“What?” I asked her
“That I used to be taller than you,” she explained patiently.
“Why should that intimidate me?” I asked her.
“Because men are almost always intimidated by women who are taller than them. Or they look at us like we’re trophies or something they can conquer.”
“I love tall women,” I answered honestly. At the moment, I was daydreaming about standing there kissing a 6’5” Shandra.
“Really,” she commented, standing up and looking me in the eyes again with curiosity.
“Yeah,” I answered her. “I mean, you’re beautiful. At some point, can’t you just look at a beautiful woman and be thankful she’s letting you be there with her? Regardless of her height?”
“I don’t think a lot of guys can,” she commented, fascinated by me now and much less amused.
“Their loss,” I dismissed. She smiled at me and hugged my arm while leaning her head over my shoulder as we walked. I slowed my pace a little to jostle her head less.
Eventually, we made our way to a park and down an extremely long set of concrete stairs and sneaked through a mostly obscured path into some woods until we arrived back to a more traditional path and over to a an outcropping and down until we were standing in a ravine looking up at a tall waterfall. Directly above us was a half moon and I pulled out two blankets from my bag and a thermos I’d filled with hot chocolate. We sat on one blanket and snuggled under the second and sipped together, her having trouble looking at the scenery and more focused on my eyes as I did my best to focus on the romantic setting, but eventually, I had to give into those sparkling eyes.
We kissed under the partial moonlight and she shivered so I put my arm around her and she snuggled closer, curling up against me. “You’re heart is still pounding,” she informed me.
“Well, you are that sexy,” I confided in her.
“You’re better at this than the last guy I tried it with,” she confessed.
“I hope so. I’d rather not end up the same way he did.”
“You’re sure you weren’t just trying to impress me with the fancy dinner?”
“I wanted to do a budget date. I knew I wasn’t going to impress you with money,” I assured her. “You said you wanted fun, and that place came up top of my list for fun. And I thought the accordion guys would be romantic.”
“You thought right,” she grinned. “My mom would be disappointed, though.”
“She’s French,” she giggled at me. Another factoid about Shandra: her father married a French super model. They of course divorced a few years later, but not before Shandra was born.
“I’m not going to impress you,” I admitted honestly. “I don’t have the money, I don’t have the fame, I don’t have the connections. I still think I can hold my own, though, in my own way.”
“I am impressed,” she told me and then leaned up and kissed me long and softly under the moon. When we finally parted lips again she took a deep breath and curled up again to let me wrap my arms around her. “You may not want to believe this, but I don’t want to go back to the money and the fame and all the rest of it when I graduate.”
“No. I probably won’t get a choice, though,” she lamented. “My dad completely agreed when they moved us all into a dorm together. Funny, since my freshman year he bought me one of those exemptions like you have and a condo to stay at while going to school.”
“Everyone’s scared. All women shrinking is pretty scary. If it helps keep you from having any more spurts until we find a cure…”
“Don’t,” she warned me abruptly. “That’s what my dad said. Just… I’ll tell you everything when the time is right. Just trust me that it’s not a good thing. Not for us at least.” She sounded stone cold sober when she said that and I tipped her head up and looked into her eyes. I definitely believed her.
“Okay,” I agreed. “Did I at least make it better for a few hours?”
“I had no idea how much I needed something like this. You know, I basically have to put on a serious act all the time. Ever since you started playing with me, I have had a harder and harder time keeping from constantly smiling. I have to take breaks during the day just so I can put on my bitch face.”
“Why do you need to put on a bitch face?” I wanted to know.
“That’s at the top of my list to tell you when the time comes,” she shared.
“A lot of secrets,” I mentioned, though I regretted it immediately and wished I’d not pushed on the issue at all. She surprisingly took it in stride.
“Not ones I like keeping,” she told me. “I at least can be honest with you that I have secrets. I’m glad you’re being so patient with them.”
“You know, maybe you were right. Anyone who meets you probably knows quite a bit about you. Maybe it was fair for you to scope me out a bit before we met.”
“It kinda had to be that way,” she said, though it sounded more like a complaint. “Like I said, I wanted to meet you, but it’s hard to get away from being watched all the time. When we don’t have chaperones or escorts with us, there’s a network of girls to snitch on each other.”
“So how are you getting away with this tonight?”
“The friend I told you about who knows about you? She’s my roommate and she’s sitting in our room alone right now. I literally had to sneak out through the window. I spent two years pushing to get a room on the ground level so I could do that and they have security cameras. Do you know how hard it was to figure out how to avoid those?”
“So what you’re saying is that I’m a pretty big deal to go to all that trouble,” I said, but made sure to add in sarcasm as I said it. She laughed and shoved me, but pulled me close again for warmth.
“What I will tell you is that what’s going on has been going on ever since the Smurfening started and we’ve taken this whole time to get to this point where me or Amber can get out of our room, but we have to be really picky about it.”
“So don’t count on this being a regular thing,” I pointed out. “Is it really worth that much money to them? I mean, no offense, but women’s sports don’t exactly rake in the numbers that men’s sports do. The men’s football and basketball teams basically bankroll the entire athletic department.”
“Once the Smurfening started, we got MASSIVE donations. They wanted to make a statement that ‘look at all these strong, powerful women! They’re certainly not shrinking!’ The school even went to the trouble of scouring the web to remove any indication that I had a three-inch spurt. They are insanely controlling. At first, they got us to buy into the whole deal because they promised to do everything they could to stop us from experiencing any more spurts. They brought in the best doctors and expensive equipment and everything. Most of the girls were like ‘HELL YEAH WE DON’T WANNA SHRINK!’ Then they said it would be easier if they reconfigured a dorm to suit the women’s sports teams. They gave us all kinds of incentives to give up any off campus housing and at first it looked like it would be a trade up. Then they started adding extra security. They were nice and all, but that was our first real clue that something was off. Then they started chasing off friends and boyfriends who would come over to visit and they started setting curfews and constantly interrupting and barging in when we had guests. When girls started going to other dorms for some time with others, they demanded we wear biometric tracking and any time our heartbeats got too high, our escorts showed up without knocking or anything. Basically, it didn’t happen all at once, but I can’t believe how fast it did happen. At a certain point, most of the girls wanted to drop out, but the school actually got it in contract when we moved into the dorms. It’s mostly about our scholarships and enrollment in the university. But if we do try to quit, there will be all kinds of legal action, and they video us everywhere except inside our own rooms, and if too many girls in the dorm are together security goes and either checks on us rudely, or they actually use listening devices and listen to our conversations through the doors. We think they actually spot check us with the listening devices, but we’ve had a hard time proving it.”
“This sounds like absolute hell,” I stammered. I couldn’t believe such a totalitarian nightmare was happening right there on campus.
“Hopefully that explains a little why I am so excited to see you.”
“So, I work for you because you’re basically desperate,” I concluded, partially in jest, but only partially.
“Amber pointed you out to me. At first I thought there was no way, but I saw you and I kinda kept coming back to you and she helped me plot out what you were all about.”
“So there were two of you stalking me,” I pointed out.
“Uh, yeah. Basically. But if we didn’t, there was no chance we would be sitting here enjoying the most romantic date I’ve ever had.”
“You’ve got a point,” I had to admit and offered her another sip of hot chocolate. “I didn’t notice an iWatch or anything like that, though.”
“Amber has it. We got someone in the engineering program to basically hack the software so I can leave it behind or she can when we want to sneak out. It’s been slow going. We would do more of this ourselves, but we don’t know how and they track all of our web activity.”
I tapped my chin and thought for a moment. “When we get back to my place, I can set up a flash drive you can use in your computer to get you a web browser that will let you surf anonymously. As long as it’s your laptop and not the school’s.”
“Yeah, they thought of that. A gymnast figured out how to do that on her own laptop and they found out and now they check all of our electronic devices regularly for unauthorized software. That’s why I have a separate phone for you to text.”
“Well that sucks,” I grumbled, still searching for a solution to her problem. “What if I could get you an ultra thin laptop that was set up specifically to let you surf without them being able to track you?”
“You could do that?” she asked eagerly as she sat up and looked at me with immense interest.
“I think so. I think anyone in one of the computer programs could do it too, but I’m guessing you don’t have any contacts there.”
“Nope. I’m afraid not. Not at the school, anyways.”
“I have to think about this. I’m pretty sure I could get you to sneak through without getting noticed, but there would have to be limitations.”
“What kind of limitations?”
“Well, bandwidth and… wait a second. The phone you have, it has Internet?”
“Well yeah, but it’s on a burner plan and it sucks for web surfing.”
“I’ll just hack the phone and you can use it as a hotspot. That way you don’t have to worry about the school’s network at all. And this might sound paranoid, but I’m a little worried they might have set up their own cell tower there in case one of you got this far.”
“Uggghhh! They might,” she admitted, thoroughly disgusted and frustrated. “I am a fucking prisoner, Brendan. We all are.”
“Sounds like it. This isn’t my strongest area, but I think I could get some stuff set up for you. I might have to root around the dark web, though.”
“Think of it like the programming code under your operating system on your computer. It’s harder to navigate, especially if you don’t know what you’re looking for. It’s also a lot more dangerous to be fooling around in.”
“Why?” she asked me in a suspicious tone. “And if it’s so dangerous, then why are you fooling around on it?”
“It’s where advanced users go to trade information under the table. There are a lot of hackers that do it just for fun, but there are also people who are doing… criminal things down there.”
“So why are you on there?” she demanded to know.
“Because I have been busting my butt for years to learn ANYTHING about the shrinking spurts.”
“And why are you that fascinated?”
“The same reason I’m majoring in molecular biology.”
“Is it a secret?” she teased me.
“No, it’s just that I learned last year not to talk about it too much. It always seemed to piss everyone off.”
“I’ll be nice, even if it’s a dumb reason.”
“I’m trying to become part of whatever programs exist to find a cure for the Smurfening.”
“Racing to save the damsels in distress, huh?” she teased. I blushed.
“Stupid?” I asked.
“No. You can rescue me any day,” she told me with a grin and a kiss.
We set our business aside and she insisted on lying with me, wrapped in our blankets and staring up at the partial moon with the sound of the waterfall pouring beyond us. “So how did you figure this place out, Romeo? Find it after taking another date out here?”
“No,” I smiled as I stared at the sky. “Basically, I used my Google Fu. We’re doing the immature thing again. The path I found is something that teenagers use to get into the park after hours and hang out. I figured that us sitting quietly by a waterfall was better than vandalism.”
We stayed out for as long as we could stay warm, which wasn’t much longer than the hot chocolate lasted and then made our way back through the hidden path to the main park and then had to hide in the bushes huddled together and giggling with each other as a police squad car drove by looking for interlopers in the closed park. He took his time and normally, this should be a relatively tense moment. After all, if we were caught, we would likely be ticketed at a minimum, but while I waited I couldn’t help but look at Shandra and admire her beauty. I placed my had on her cheek and turned her toward me and we kissed and then that kiss intensified and before I knew it, we were lying on our sides in the bushes making out and clinging to each other for warmth.
When we both finally needed to come up for air, the cop was gone and I cursed myself for having missed his departure, since we didn’t even know if he was truly gone or if he’s just simply turned down his lights and was sitting in wait for any troublemakers that might pop up on his beat.
We sneaked out of the wood line and did our best to stay as close to the woods as possible until we were officially out of the park and we walked hand in hand, all too pleased with ourselves over our little foray into lawlessness and eventually made our way to my car, and as luck would have it, passed a police car, maybe even the same one from earlier, as soon as we pulled out of our parking spot.
When we were back at my place, Shandra watched me curiously as I pieced together an old laptop I had been experimenting with and hacked into the phone she’d been using to make it into a hotspot. And when I was finished, she grinned at me and held my hand. “You’ll have to be careful. Web coding is really sloppy these days so you can use up all your data really fast,” I warned her. “Try to use the crappy web browser I put on there. It’s really slimmed down, so a lot of the data garbage won’t show up on that. But a lot of features won’t either.”
Shandra literally leapt on me and the chair I was sitting on tipped over and we found ourselves making out on the floor again. It was starting to get pretty late, and my guilt began to overtake me, so I warned her of this and she attacked me all the harder and even though I had promised myself I would take things slow with her, I found my hormones overtaking me and without even thinking about it, my hand squeezing her ass which elicited a small moan from her. At least that meant that she was enjoying my impropriety, but still, once I realized what I was doing, I regretted it.
Not that I wasn’t enjoying it, it’s just that all the drama that revolved around the sex in my life, I really needed to slow things down a bit. It also didn’t help that I was feeling like I was cheating on all the girls at once, even though I knew full well most of them could very well be hooking up with someone as I lay there trying not to let things go too far too fast with Shandra.
I think she sensed my internal conflict and eased up, smiling and supportive, though also rather hungry looking. When we were on our feet again, we stood once more, nose to nose and I couldn’t help but feel flush as I basked in the pleasure of a woman as tall as me, staring me directly in the eyes, and who seemed as attracted to me as I was to her. She edged a little closer and stared at my face; probably noticing what I assumed was a little more color than I should have had.
“Can I ask you a question?” she began tentatively.
“Don’t see why not,” I smiled back. I was smiling honestly; I just was really turned on by standing next to such a tall woman for the first time since Brooke left me.
“Are you sure it doesn’t bother you?”
“The secrets? I mean, you did say you would tell me…”
“No, not that,” she cut me off. “I mean,” she started and now she blushed a little and turned away from me. I placed my hand on her cheek and turned her back to me. I wasn’t really sure what she was so embarrassed about all of a sudden.
“It’s alright. What am I supposed to be bothered by?” I asked her.
She hesitated, then took a little breath and forced herself to say it. “Doesn’t it bother you how tall I am?”
“Why should it?” I asked her. I was going for, “I accept you however you are,” but it didn’t seem to make much of an impression on her.
“Because guys are always intimidated by my height. It was even worse before my spurt.”
“I’m not intimidated,” I answered her.
“You’re blushing,” she pointed out.
“So are you,” I answered back.
“Yeah, but I am blushing because I am a fucking giant, and I used to be an even bigger one.” She started to turn away again, but I placed my hand on her cheek and made her look me in the eyes.
“I like tall women,” I told her.
“Tall WAS 5’9”. Women are a lot smaller since then,” she insisted.
“Shandra…” I laughed a little at her. “You’re… I don’t know how to say this without sounding cheesy and stupid like I’m just trying to get into your pants.”
“You just had an opportunity to get in my pants, and you didn’t take it. I couldn’t help but notice that happened just after I told you I used to be three inches taller.”
I kissed her, and felt a warm wave over my body as I did so. It felt so comfortable to not have to crane my neck down for a kiss. “I just need to take things a little more slowly. I really wanted to go further, I just… I’m not going to take advantage of you while I’m sorting out what’s going on in my life.”
“You said you were available. You said you were being given your space,” she pointed out.
“Oh, I’ve been upgraded since then,” I informed her. “Now I’m on time out.” Here eyes went wide.
“Why? What did you do?”
“What can I do when I’m being given my space? There are some jealousy issues, I think, so now I get to be on time out.”
“So… you are still available,” she checked.
“And I really, REALLY want to touch you literally everywhere, but I just need to take things a little more slowly. I mean, you want to know why I’m blushing? It’s because you are hands down the single hottest woman I have ever gone out with. You’re like a fantasy to me.”
“Even though I’m a fucking giant?”
“Shandra, I love tall women,” I informed her as sincerely as I could.
“Even if I used to be 6’5”?”
“I think I would have liked you better back then,” I admitted, and then blushed. “Sorry,” I apologized profusely. “I try not to do that.”
“Do what?” Now she seemed more curious than ever.
“Women always seem to have hang ups about their bodies, especially now that they’re all shrinking. I don’t care that you’re 6’2”, and I wouldn’t have been less hot for you when you were 6’5”. You are… honestly? You’re like a Goddess,” I told her as forthrightly as I could. “I sure as hell don’t want you to shrink, that’s for sure.”
She stepped forward and looked me in the eyes. She was searching for something, something that seemed to be on the tip of her tongue. “So you would have been okay with dating me when I was 6’5”? That wouldn’t have been too tall for you?”
“It definitely wouldn’t have been too tall for me,” I answered back honestly.
“So… if 6’5” isn’t too tall.. How tall is too tall?” she asked me. She was absolutely fascinated by me, as though I were an amazing experiment all of a sudden.
“Is there such a thing as too tall? I mean, why should there be?”
“What if, say… I was ten feet tall?” she asked me, leaning closely to me. “So you would be almost like a small child standing next to me.”
“No one’s ever been that tall,” I answered with an awkward laugh, though for some reason I could feel myself go extremely flush. This only seemed to ignite even more curiosity in Shandra, and even a touch of amusement.
“Let me ask you something,” she determined more than asked or suggested and she stepped closer to me. “Do you have a giantess fetish?” she asked point blank.
“I have never heard of a giantess fetish,” I answered. That was a completely honest answer, but the term was straight forward enough I knew exactly what she was talking about and it was like a building block, locking into place in my mind. Yes, I liked this idea very, very, very much. I didn’t say that, though.
“Really,” she said somewhat skeptically. “You have no idea what it is,” she asked and pressed her body up against mine. I immediately felt intimidated when she bit her lower lip.
“I’m guessing it’s as straight forward as it sounds, but I’ve never heard of it before,” I said. I could tell I was already sweating and I didn’t really know why. Shandra placed my hands on her butt and wrapped one arm around my neck and the other around my back.
“Let me ask you something else,” she began, though I felt like I was a lab rat suddenly. I felt her hips press tightly against mine and I felt self-conscious as in our strange conversation I’d gone soft again as there were things on my mind other than sex at that moment. She squeezed and seemed to smirk at the knowledge that I would need to be coaxed into hardness again, and the strange intimidation I felt made me wonder how easy that would be.
She then kissed me, sensually, but also aggressively. “Keep looking at me,” she said as I closed my eyes in between kisses. “I want you to imagine me. I’m just as tall as you and I have these big, thick, strong thighs and you can feel me against you,” she cooed, kissing as she explained. “Now imagine, that you can feel me growing against you as I grind my soaking wet pussy against your tiny little cock,” she said and as she did so, she lifted up onto her tiptoes slowly while grinding her hips against mine and I felt myself craning my neck upward to chase her lips one tiny bit at a time.
Amazingly, for every inch she rose up against me, my dick rose up two and twice as fast and I knew she could feel me go fully rigid as her body rose against mine by the wide eyed, exuberant and gleeful look on her face. “You DO! You do have a giantess fetish, don’t you?” she asked, still standing tip toed and staring down at me, giggling almost uncontrollably.
“I just…” I felt so embarrassed and confused. I was so turned on by her suddenly, even more so than I had felt before and I couldn’t express the sudden feeling of vulnerability and humiliation I felt. She suddenly became sympathetic to me, as though she knew my own thoughts even more than I did myself.
“It’s okay,” she comforted me and kissed me so sensually and affectionately and my eyes went wide when I felt her hand slide down the front of my pants and grab my dick, stroking it and pressing it up against my body. “It’s okay, my little man. Your giantess goddess is going to take perfect care of you,” she whispered to me while refusing to stop kissing me open mouthed and devouring my tongue. This power at least equaled that of the two much smaller women I had been with recently only this one wasn’t released on me gently and lovingly. This one hit me with all the subtlety of a freight train.
“You didn’t even know, did you?” she cooed, leaning her head down to nibble on my ear. “You’ve been thinking of this for your whole life, haven’t you, but you didn’t even have a word for it? And now, here you are, kissing your giantess goddess and you can feel me growing. You can feel me getting bigger and bigger and you can feel how warm it is inside of me and you can feel that as far as I am concerned, your little penis is just shrinking smaller and smaller while I grow all around you. And you’re scared, aren’t you?”
What the fuck was she doing to me? I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t think, and everything she said was absolutely, completely and totally true and it was as though she’d pulled it straight from my own mind from a place I didn’t even really know existed. I became so hard in her hand while she stroked me that it actually hurt but at the time I felt like I was fucking her with her riding on top of me, slowly swelling around me and my pathetically small manhood was aching and stretching in a futile bid to match her swelling, warm pussy.
“It’s okay, though, because your giantess goddess just wants you inside of her. You don’t have to be big and strong, she just needs you inside of her to feel good and powerful.” As she said so, she chirped just a little and I heard a slight sloshing noise as she we both realized I was oozing a surprisingly large amount of precum. She paused and looked down, giggling, but not in a demeaning way and I had enough of a pause that I was able to regain my senses. I grabbed her and squeezed her butt and then forced her up against the wall, kissing her and making her moan. She laughed and then pushed against me before leading me to the couch and shoved me to try to push me down onto the cushions so we could lie together.
I was sweating, I felt denigrated and turned on and insatiable and a whole host of other things all at once that I couldn’t even name because it was all mixed in there together all at once.
“You’re embarrassed,” she said, explaining it to me, even though she didn’t have any need to. I felt completely humiliated and exposed. “And that’s okay,” she promised me.
“Are you like…” I tried to ask, but was struggling for words and she kissed me.
“Everyone who has these fantasies seems to feel the same way,” she explained. “And it’s okay, because I am not going to judge you, and I am not going to make fun of you and I am not ever going to tell a soul about it unless you ask me to.”
“What are you saying? You have this giantess fetish too?” I asked her. She didn’t’ say anything, she just grinned at me as though she completely understood me and kissed me, squeezing me tightly.
“I guess we have more in common than I’d hoped,” she informed me with a grin. “You still want to take it slow, though, don’t you?” she asked me; taking a cue from the small sliver of restraint I had left.
“I just didn’t want to… take advantage… I didn’t… I mean, things in my life are…”
“It’s okay,” she purred to me. “I can’t believe I found someone like you,” she giggled. “You need to think about something, though,” she warned me, then kissed me again and pressed her body against mine. “It’s only a matter of time before even I have another spurt again and you are going to run out of opportunities to play out your fantasies. There are very few women my height left. Almost none who are taller anymore and we weren’t that common to begin with. You might want to take that into consideration when it comes to taking things slow,” she suggested.
I stared at her and she smiled while I absorbed her advice and she grinned at me, kissing me over and over. I felt as though she had just found her soul mate; she was so relieved and happy to have discovered my secret fantasies.
After a moment to take in everything she had just told me, I wiped the sweat from my brow and she assisted, using her sleeve then tucked her arms together and curled up so that she could hide in my embrace once more. “It’s okay that you’re embarrassed,” she whispered to me. “But you don’t have to be embarrassed with me. I get it. I totally get it. You can be yourself with me. You can let it all out and I will completely understand it.”
“I can’t believe I am saying this, but… you seem to know a lot more about this than I do,” I told her.
“The internet is a messed up place,” she giggled and kissed me again.
“And this whole time out thing and me being in kind of limbo?” I asked her.
“Yeah, I just can’t believe I found someone who’s into this kind of thing.”
“You have a good feeling about me?” I teased her. I think the blood loss was starting to go away again finally.
“I don’t need a feeling anymore. This is a good thing. Every single other woman in this world is shrinking just like me, but I can understand you better than they can,” she boasted with a twinkle in her eyes. That was as straightforward a pitch as I could imagine for why I should take her instead of the girls.
The smile on my face flickered for a long moment and I couldn’t help but kiss her and before I knew it she was stroking my jeans and rather than stop her, I reached inside her own jeans and played with her own private parts as she unzipped my pants and fished my penis out, playing with it quite enthusiastically. She obviously had quite a bit of built up sexual tension within her and before I knew it, she was no longer able to stroke me and simply grabbed as squeezed my cock while I brought her to and beyond climax; a soft, quiet and sensual one that was a release for her, as though she were letting loose of a long held breath. When she recovered, she began to reciprocate, but I stopped her and pulled her close.
“I shouldn’t have let it go this far so early on,” I told her.
“I told you,” she corrected me. “I get what you are going through. I think that…” she tried to tell me, but I cut her off.
“You’re more than just a fantasy or a fetish,” I told her. She grinned and listened to me, her eyes still sparkling. “I don’t want my first time with you to be about one of those things. I want it to be with a woman who deserves to feel just as good as you made me feel a little while ago. We could do role playing stuff later.”
“Not if I shrink more,” she warned me with a teasing smirk.
“Shandra is way more important to me than any giantess goddess,” I told her. She grinned at my answer and we ended up making out again for a while longer.
When the time came and she finally gave in decided she had to go in order to keep from getting caught in the morning, we stood in my doorway kissing each other. “I’m not going to change anything in your life going on right now,” she promised me. “I can’t give you the real relationship right now that you want so bad, but what I can say is that I understand you so much more now that I know about your fantasies. I’m also not going to put you on time out. Just think about it, okay? In the mean time, I’m just going to trust you. You’re not taking advantage of me,” she offered.
Finally, I walked her out to her car and got her door for her. Before she drove off, she rolled down her window and pulled on my jacket so I could leaned down and kiss her once more passionately. “Just take your time and think about it,” she whispered to me, and then she was gone for the night.