~Greg~
Turning away from the three-inch tall woman atop my nightstand, I hastily began to strip. Once naked, I spun around to face her again. My diminutive date had little time to appreciate the show, however, as I swiftly gathered her into my fist before climbing onto the bed.
I lay flat on my back, save for a pillow propped behind my head. Spreading my legs, I dropped the woman onto the mattress in front of my junk. My cock loomed above her, growing harder by the second as I surveyed the scene between my thighs.
She looked up at me expectantly.
I froze.
“Uh,” I said, hesitation creeping into my voice, “fuck me... Fuck me hard.”
The minuscule woman let out something between a sigh and a laugh, before clambering over my ballsack to stand atop my thigh.
“And how am I supposed to do that, exactly?” she called up to me, her words tinged with a suggestive edge.
“Uh, Just grab my... Just grab it,“ I stammered, my confident bravado beginning to crumble.
An awkward silence followed as her eyes searched mine.
"You don't know what you're doing, do you?" she said, her voice filled with more empathy than judgment.
I swallowed hard, the weight of the moment thick in the air between us.
"I've never been with a woman before, let alone someone so, uh... small," I finally admitted, my face growing hot.
Her expression softened as she looked up at me, her eyes a mix of understanding and curiosity.
"You thought I'd be easier for your first time." it wasn’t a question - there was no doubt she already knew the answer.
I nodded, feeling my cheeks flush further.
"I mean, with you being so small, I figured it would be less... intimidating," I mumbled, averting my gaze.
Another awkward silence settled between us, and I rushed to fill the gap.
Look," I began, my voice cracking slightly, "I've never felt confident around women. It's like there's this... this wall, and no matter how hard I try, I just can't break through it. I've always felt like I had to put on this act, you know? Like I couldn't be myself. I guess that's why I'm still a virgin."
I averted my eyes once again, the heat of my embarrassment spreading through my body like wildfire.
The tiny woman took a moment to process my confession, then began to walk across my thigh, her movements deliberate and graceful as her bare feet padded along my flushed skin. Reaching the base of my shaft, she stared up at me once more.
"Really? It was all just an act?" she inquired, her gaze locked onto my own. "The confident, self assured guy in our English lectures? I find that quite hard to believe."
"Well, uh, no, it wasn’t an act in our lectures," I replied, "That's who I wish I could be all the time.”
"”So, when you're in class, that confident version of yourself, what does it feel like?"
Her inquiry caught me off guard. I took a deep breath, trying to put that fleeting sensation into words.
"I feel... alive. Everything just flows. I can see the other students looking at me, hanging onto every word,” I explained. ”But when I step outside the classroom..."
My voice trailed off as I gestured to my naked body, my usual shield of bravado nowhere to be found.
With a gentle nod, she reached up and placed a minuscule hand on my shaft, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
"Let's try something," she murmured,beginning to climb up my cock, her slender limbs moving in a blur.
"What are you doing?" I asked, watching in confusion and awe as she scaled my manhood with surprising agility.
"Hanging on your every word," she quipped, her voice echoing the anticipation of the moment ahead. "Think you could recite that riveting presentation you gave in class the other day for me?"
I blinked in surprise at her Question.
"You want me to... do that now?"
Straddling the ridge of my glans, the tiny woman nodded.
"Yes," she said, her voice a sultry whisper, "I want to hear it all - every word, every argument, every charismatic inflection. It's what first drew me to you, after all."
Feeling a strange sense of comfort despite the absurdity of the situation, I took a deep breath and began to recount the presentation, my voice gaining strength as I went. The woman perched atop my cock listened intently, her eyes never leaving mine as her body moved in time with my words. Her touch was feather-light, almost imperceptible, but it nonetheless sent a thrill down my spine with every syllable I spoke.
Her movements soon grew faster, her determination to bring me to climax as palpable as the tension in the air. As I reached the crescendo of my speech, she reached the zenith of her task, and suddenly it was all too much.
My body arched, and I let out a primal roar as I came. The diminutive woman was bucked clean off my member, landing harmlessly on the mattress below, but not before my essence coated her tiny form in a way that seemed almost violent in its intensity.
The aftermath of my release left us both momentarily stunned, the air thick with the scent of sex and the reality of what had just transpired.
"You okay?" I managed to ask, my voice still shakey.
"More than okay," she replied, her voice still carrying that seductive edge as she regained her footing atop the plush surface of the mattress. "But we're not done yet, are we?"
"What do you mean?"
The minuscule woman's expression grew mischievous as she licked her lips.
"I think you've got more to give," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “How about round two?“
Her words of encouragement were all it took for my flaccid member to grow hard once more.
“Let’s do it.”