Study Date by TerryLarka

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            “Oops. Didn't see ya there, shortstuff,” a shrill voice cackled from above.

            With an exasperated sigh, Vivian got down and picked her books up off the floor. Stepping in front of tinies as they carried their selection through the library was a popular prank at universities across the globe, harmless enough to not provoke the school's safety department while still being irritating enough to get a rise from the four-inch-tall victims. Vivian assumed she'd finally be free from such childish antics after high school, but that was before she had the displeasure of appearing on Becky Quartermaine's radar.

            “I've noticed you've been getting real chummy with Shay as of late.” Becky was head of the cheer squad, and Shay was the school's star quarterback. A match prescribed by the fates as far as ditzy brats were concerned. “I hope your clumsiness here can remind you of your place.”

            “I get that being personable is a foreign concept to you, but I can be friends with whomever I want. And this may come as a shock, but not everyone your size is a huge bigot like you.” Craning her neck, Vivian had a hard time taking Becky seriously when she could see straight up the cheerleader's skirt. It was up for debate whether Becky intended to flash every tiny who passed her by, or if she was just an idiot.

            “Don’t flatter yourself. To Shay, you're an amusing distraction at best. He's only interested in real women, not some Barbie doll who needs a bunch of metal in her face and a pair of oversized cow tits to grab his attention.” The two women stood a ways from the library entrance in an open space beside rows of shelves. There weren't too many people nearby, but the public area was open enough and surveilled well enough for the tiny to believe she wasn't in any immediate danger. Still, Vivian kept an eye towards the bookshelves. Crawling under them would make a great hiding spot if things got hairy.

            “And what do you suppose he sees in you? You're bubbly personality?”

            “Why don't we ask him?” The larger of the two women, with her head perched so high, noticed the man of the hour approaching. As soon as Shay was within reach, Becky wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, eliciting an eye roll from the woman only tall enough to reach the man's ankles.

            “So good to see you, Shay-bae,” Becky said, triggering Vivan's gag reflex. “How'd you know I'd be here? You must have a sixth sense for me.”

            As if anyone would think to look for you in a library, Vivian thought.

            “Hey, Becky. I actually came over here to ask Vivian something.” Shay carefully removed the cheerleader's arms so he could crouch down closer to the floor. Becky remained frozen in place, her eyes wide as a deer in the headlights. If Vivian wasn't preoccupied with more important matters, she'd have immortalized the stupid look on her face in a photograph worthy enough to be sent in that year's Christmas card. 

            Even crouching, the hunky quarterback still towered over Vivian. She struggled to maintain eye contact with him, not because of how far she had to crane her neck, but because of how snug his shorts and T-shirt fit around his hulking frame. The stubble around his chin suggested he last shaved two days prior. It’s not creepy I know that, Vivian would attest. As a tiny, I have a keen sense for the smaller details.

            “‘Sup, Vi. Are you free this evening?” Shay asked, scratching the back of his neck. “We’ve got that biology test next week, and I could really use your help studying for it.”

            “Sure thing! I’d love to help,” she said a smidge too eagerly. “Where would you like to meet up? There’s this café a few blocks over I’ve been meaning to check out.”

            “Actually, I figured we could do it at my apartment.” Shay glanced away for a second, a delicate rose hue tinting his cheeks. “It’ll be quieter there than anywhere on campus, and I can make us both dinner.”

            Vivian’s heart nearly leapt out her throat. A homemade dinner all by themselves a few gigantic steps from the bedroom? This wasn’t no after school study session; he was asking her out! Vivian was ready to fawn like a fangirl, but seeing Becky’s mouth hit the floor gave her the strength to keep her cool. Love may be all powerful, but spite is no slouch either.

            “That sounds like a great idea. Just text me your address. I’ll bring all my notes. One look through them and you’ll be all set.” Vivian clamped her mouth shut before she could start rambling about her notetaking strategy. A few awkward laughs still snuck through, but they were imperceptible to the giants before her.

            “Thanks. I appreciate it.” Shay stood up, rising over Vivian like a stalwart titan overtaking the heavens. “Can’t wait.” The quarterback waved at Vivian and turned to walk away, his gaze never meeting the woman standing next to him.

            “Wait, Shay-bae! I forgot to mention: I’m actually throwing a huge party tonight. The whole team’s gonna be there, and there’ll be food and music, and it’s going to be a blast!”

            “Oh, well have fun with that.” Shay left the library without another word.

            Becky, with steam practically smoldering from her scalp, turned her attention back to the tiny woman beneath her. If looks could kill, she’d have earned three life sentences staring daggers at Vivian. “Wipe that smug grin off your face before I scrape it off the bottom of my foot.”

            “Sorry, did you say something?” Vivian ate up every last morsel of Becky’s indignation. “I couldn’t hear you. Too busy planning what to wear to my and Shay’s rendezvous. He’s got to get a good view of these ‘oversized cow tits’ after all.”

            “Don’t get too excited, shrimp bitch. He’s just using you to pass a test.”

            “Yeah? Has he ever asked you to help him study? Has he ever offered to cook you dinner?”

            Becky raised her foot over Vivian, casting her in shadow, but the little lady didn’t flinch. She knew an empty threat when she saw one, a show of force meant to get a rise out of an unsuspecting tiny. But Vivian wasn’t falling for it this time. She won. She was the victor, and for once in her rotten life, Becky wasn’t going to get her way.

            Becky stomped the floor, the carpet dampening the force of her fallen foot. Vivian, standing unharmed beside it, admired the craftsmanship of the fine leather loafer.

            With nothing more to say, Becky stormed off, revenge fantasies playing out in her head where actions held no consequences.

            Now free from annoying obstacles, Vivian carried her books to the checkout counter with an extra hop to her step.

…

            Outside the library in the campus courtyard, Shay returned to his friend sitting on a bench overlooking the freshly trimmed lawn. 

            “How'd it go?” Rodney asked. He was the number one wide receiver in the NCAA, and had been on the same team as Shay since grade school.

            “Good. She said yes.” Shay sat down next to him, hunched forward and tapping his toes.

            “Really? You don't seem happy about it.” Rodney's friend stared a hole through an empty patch of grass. “Don't tell me you’re nervous. I've never seen you nervous for a date before.”

            “I really like her, man. But I’ve never been with a tiny. I always feel like I’m walking on eggshells around her.”

            Rodney wrapped an arm around his shoulder and jostled him. “Come on, I can’t imagine she’s more intimidated of you than any other woman. You’ve never dated someone taller than you, so why is Vivian any different?” For whatever reason, his wise words didn’t cheer up Shay at all. “Listen, girls like feeling intimidated, dolls especially. They want to be overpowered by a big, strong man. It’s evolution, my guy, Shows you can protect them, look after them and all that. But they also want you to be sensitive, to listen to their needs and provide for them. Which makes you the most perfect piece of ass on campus. You’re the biggest softie I ever met, physically and emotionally.”

            Shay scoffed. “Remind me how many successful relationships you’ve had?”

            “More than you can count. We just have differing definitions of success.” That set free a few butterflies from Shay’s stomach. “If you don’t want my sage advice, then that’s your loss. But stop being such a worrier. Chicks dig confidence.” Shay at least agreed with that. “You know what else they dig? Candelabras. I know a guy in the theater department; he’ll hook you up.”

            “Candelabras?”

            “Trust me, bro.”

…

            “Okay, how do I look?” Vivian stepped out of the bathroom and awaited her roommate’s appraisal. Amy lied forward on her bed, kicking her legs in the air as she examined the other doll’s outfit.

            “Ditch the crop top for that purple tee of yours. The one that cuts real low. I get guys our size drool over your navel ring, but Shay ain’t even going to see it. Your cleavage is far more impressive.” Amy scanned her roommate with robotic efficiency, combing every detail. “The skirt’s a good call. Right length too. Showing just enough of the gams to entice him while still leaving him hungry for more. As for the socks…”

            “Are they dumb? They’re dumb, aren’t they?” Vivian fretted over her black and white striped knee-highs. “I should have gone for the nylons.”

            “No, no. I actually think you made the right call. These scream, ‘playful’ and ‘care-free.’ With the rest of your fit, nylons would just make you look desperate. Let your chest do all the flirting, so the rest can sell your personality. Those shoes have got to go, though. Trust me, wear the ankle boots.”

            “And the piercings? Should I remove any?” Vivian tucked her hair behind her ears, revealing, in addition to the several rings and studs dotting her face, a trail of sterling metal along the entire ridges of her ears.

            “That’s your brand, Viv. Don’t fuck with your brand.”

            “What about the ones on my nipples? Yay or nay?”

            Amy nearly leapt off her bed. “You can take those off over my dead body.”

            Vivian laughed and sat down next to her on the bed. “Thanks, Amy, for all the support. I still can’t believe he asked me out.”

            “Show more confidence. Guys are into that.” Amy rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. “Your heart is bigger than that of any giantess I've met, and your brain is even bigger than that. You're considerate to a fault, and your wit is sharp enough to cut steel. You brighten every room you step into, and always know just what to say. And on top of all that, you're fucking gorgeous. You should be asking yourself why it's taken this long for him to ask you out.”

            Vivian choked back a couple tears, never one to handle compliments well. “Thank you. I guess I'm surprised because…” She stared at her hands, bending her fingers as if to grasp something. “...I mean, look at us. What's any of it matter when I'm too small to wrap my arms around him. What can he even hope to get out of a relationship with me?”

            “Girl, this is the twenty-first century. Love comes in all shapes and sizes. All those things I said about you? Any guy worth a damn will be so enthralled with your virtues they’ll be amazed they all come in such a small package.” Staring straight at the ceiling, Amy could sense the next contention forming at Vivian’s lips. “And yes, obviously you two aren’t having Church-sanctioned, life-giving, dick-in-the-hole sex. But I’ve watched enough porn to know that love finds a way.”

            Vivian fell back on the bed and stared up at the same ceiling. “How big do you think it is?” she asked dreamily.

            “I bet it couldn’t fit in this room, but God, I’d love to see him try.”

…

            Knock-knock

            Vivian spent a few minutes standing at Shay’s door. It dawned on her that there was no chance he could hear her knocking. The steady purr of a refrigerator probably produced more sound. Still, her trembling fingers hesitated to reach for her phone. It wasn’t too late to bail. She could come up with some half-baked excuse, sudden illness came to mind, and walk away with him never knowing she were there.

            Vivian closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and texted Shay to notify him of her arrival. A few seconds later, the imposing wooden door creaked open, a well-dressed giant waiting on the other side.

            “Glad you could make it, Vi,” Shay greeted with a quick wave and a slight smile warm enough to melt a tiny woman’s nerves. A pair of blue jeans obfuscated his toned legs, and his polo shirt wasn’t as form fitting as his workout shirt, but neither were of issue. He looked nice, and she already had every curve and fold of his musculature engraved to memory anyway. “You have any trouble getting in the building?”

            “None whatsoever. Your doorman was very accommodating. Even offered me a lift up here.” Shay had arranged for the doorman to let “the doll with a buncha piercings” in for him. On second thought, it’s a good thing I didn’t bail. The doorman definitely would have snitched on me after letting me leave. “I decided to walk though. Gotta get my steps in any chance I can.”

            “Well, it shows. You look great.” Shay stepped aside to let her walk on in.

            “You clean up nicely yourself.” It took a short while, but Vivian strode into the apartment, her date waiting patiently as she entered the foyer. The studio apartment was cramped, homey if one were being generous, but considering a broom closet was spacious by Vivian’s standards, her only indicator this was the case was how close the furniture was tucked together. The living room and kitchenette shared one open space with two doors leading to a bathroom and a bedroom. As for furniture, the necessities were present and nothing more; there was one table for eating, one couch for sitting, and a TV hanging on the wall between doors.

            Besides its lack of legroom for those whose legs measured longer than a nail, the apartment’s most notable quality was its tidiness. Nothing appeared out of place. Neither trash nor clutter occupied any available surfaces. The whole place was free of dust and dirt, aside from a few out of reach nooks and crannies only a tiny would notice, and the air smelled faintly of lilacs. As she walked through, Vivian had a sneaking suspicion her date’s closet was stuffed to the brim.

            “May I help you up to the table?” Shay asked from behind her, closing the distance in a couple steps. His intonation sounded rehearsed, yet mired in doubt. Hearing she denied the doorman's offer caused him to question if chivalry was the right call with her.

            “You may.” Vivian smiled and curtsied, easing Shay's tension. He knelt and held his hand out flat on the floor, allowing the little lady to step on. He lifted her slowly, too slowly, as if any sudden movement would shatter her like a Fabergé egg. Vivian considered telling him that he could speed this along, but she figured his overcautious display was a good sign and a far better alternative to him treating her with no consideration whatsoever.

            Upon finally reaching the tabletop, Vivian stepped off the giant's hand and froze, her eyes widened by the structure rising up before her.

            “Holy shit, is that a candelabra?” The brass painted decor held five recently lit candles. The smoke from them rose into the air and mingled with the lilac air freshener, but fortunately, the candles were tall enough to keep the faint trails of smoke away from the tiny woman. 

            “I borrowed it from a friend. Remind me to put the candles out when we're done. I had to disable my smoke detector.” Shay pointed the lady towards her seat on the table. For her chair, she had a literal bean bag, the kind used for cornhole. Her table was a white plastic pizza saver, thoroughly washed but retaining a hint of greasy pizza aroma nonetheless. On it sat an upside down plastic bottle cap with a toothpick snapped in half at either side, presumably meant to serve as her plate and silverware. The tiny furniture was placed beside the candelabra instead of on the opposite end, so that the pair could see each other without a lamppost in the way. “Do you like it? The candelabra?”

            “Hell yeah. A bit much for a study date, but I dig it.” She heard Shay sigh in relief as he went to check a pot on the stove, like he had been relieved of a great weight.

            Sitting down, Vivian's “chair” was too big for her, more fitting as a mattress, and her “table” was too small, like trying to eat off a stool. The bottle cap would work well enough, though depending on their meal, she dreaded using the toothpicks as a fork or knife. But she understood that these were Shay's best options in lieu of owning tiny furniture, and every tiny living in mixed-size society was plenty familiar with making concessions.

            “I hope you're hungry. I figured we'd eat first.” Shay stirred a ladle around in the large pot and switched the stove top off.

            “I'm starved. What are we having?” She tossed her bag off the edge of her expansive seat, it containing her notebooks and phone. Vivian smelled the answer before he could say it.

            “Spaghetti. And meatballs.” He carried the pot over to the table and set it down softly, sweat forming along the brow as he concentrated. The steam rising from the pot attempted to hide the effort he was exerting, but Vivian saw right through it.

            Shay dished his food out first, scooping large swathes of pasta and meatball onto his plate. Then, with a real fork and knife in hand, he minced a paltry sum of noodles and meat into itty bits, small enough a baby could swallow them without choking. He then scooped them up with a spoon and dumped the contents into the plastic bottle cap, piling it high enough for some to spill out. It wasn’t pretty by any means, but the smell more than compensated in conveying the love put into the food.

            “Right, the drinks!” Shay rushed over to the fridge, nearly knocking the pot to the floor before catching it and himself. He placed the pot on a counter and opened his refrigerator, pulling out a bottle of wine and a small cup. Upon closer inspection, the cup was actually a thimble. Not a real thimble, but the playing piece from Monopoly. And it was already filled with wine. Judging by the broken seal on the bottle, it appeared Shay did not trust in his ability to pour the world’s smallest glass of wine without spilling it all over his date and chose to prepare it in advance.

            He handed Vivian her cup, walked to a cupboard to pull out a glass for himself, and returned to pour it. Peering up at the glass water tower, Vivian pictured herself lounging in it like a jacuzzi. That was a popular practice for tinies hitting their twenty-first birthday, to host pool parties, often with several “pools,” in which guests swam in their alcohol of choice. The wilder parties involved giants playing drinking games while tinies desperately clung to their senses in a never-ending cascade of booze and sex. 

            Vivian had missed out on such festivities. She spent her twenty-first getting drunk with Amy and watching the season finale of The Bachelorette. 

            Now that everything was set, the pair began eating. At least, Vivian did. Shay was busy trying to read her expression as she fiddled with her utensils. She first considered holding the toothpicks like drumsticks, using one to wrap the pasta around the other, but that proved overly cumbersome. She tried stabbing and stirring, trying to reel the noodle around her stick, but that was even less effective. She eventually settled on using the picks as chopsticks. It was awkward given their unneeded length, but holding them between her fingers and eating the spaghetti as if it were ramen proved successful.

            Vivian slurped her first noodle, splattering sauce around the edges of her lips. Immediately, she forgot the trouble she had learning to wield her chopsticks as a flavor both unexpectedly sweet and spiced with meticulous care barreled onto her taste buds.

            “This is amazing! Shay, this is unreal!” She didn't even like spaghetti. A basic, dull dish her Polish-American father would slap together with a can of Ragu when her mother didn't feel like cooking. But this was authentic; this had heart. This was the kind of pasta one served a mafia don on the day of his only daughter's wedding.

            “You think so? It's my mom's recipe,” Shay said, failing to hide the relief from his face. “She's not even Italian. She just loves to cook.”

            “Tell her I love it.” Vivian could barely get the words out, stuffing her gob with s'ghetti. The minced meatballs proved equally delicious: savory, juicy, and filled with spices that danced on the tongue. “And give the chef my highest regards. I had no idea you had this in you.”

            “Thanks. I dabble here and there, but I'm useless without a recipe.” Shay finally took a bite of his own. He was glad Vi approved, and grateful that she had no idea it didn't hold a candle to Mama's. 

            As she enjoyed her meal, Vivian was assuaged of one concern: she couldn't cook for Shay. She was decent enough with a pan and a stove, but the thought of her satiating the appetite of a man whose stomach was larger than her bedroom was absurd. The inability to provide that for her partner, an athlete especially, pained her to the point of believing a relationship with him could never work. But tasting that spaghetti cleared her head of fear. That sauce carried the power to banish all negative emotions, to bestow peace of mind to all those fortunate enough to partake in its splendor.

            “Would you care for seconds?” Shay asked, noticing the bottle cap was nearly empty.

            “Dear God, yes!” At Vivian’s behest, Shay cut up more of the food on his plate, ready to spoon it over to his tiny date. 

            As he stood to reach over, his thigh knocked into the underside of the table, scooting it with enough force to send Vivian onto her back. In that split second, Shay panicked, his focus centering on the tiny woman and not on his arm hovering over the table. He bumped into his wine glass with his elbow, sending it falling in the direction of his date. 

            Crash!

            “Aaaah!”

            Shards of glass scattered across the table. The makeshift tiny furniture looked as if it had been ransacked by a burglar. Vivian, drenched from head to toe in wine, shivered, her red stained teeth chattering.

            “Fuck, I'm so sorry! Are you okay!?” Shay appeared instantly at her side of the table, holding his arms out as if he could grab the spill and make it all go away.

            “I'm fine. Please, it's okay,” she said apologetically. The glass missed her entirely, the point of impact a half-foot in front of her, but the wine splashed much further out. Vivian was unharmed. Her clothes were ruined, but she was unharmed. “I'm fine, I swear. I only screamed because of how cold it was.”

            “Shit! How can I help? You need a towel? Or a napkin?” Shay grabbed what remained of the glass and brushed the broken shards into it. Vivian cringed, wanting badly to warn him not to touch broken glass, but he was too quick and fortunately suffered no cuts. 

            “Honestly, I'd kill for a hot shower,” she blurted out. She felt her hair stick to her face and the back of her neck. Her sodden clothes groped her every curve, weighing uncomfortably on her skin. She was afraid to look at her reflection; the thought of her crush seeing her in this mess mortified her. Worst of all, what little spaghetti remained in her cap was drowning in wine. Even a meager amount of perfection deserved better treatment than that.

            “You can use mine,” Shay said without thinking. He scrunched his face in bewilderment, remembering Vi was a fifteenth his size. “Can you use mine?”

            “That wouldn't be a good idea. The pressure would be too much for me.” Vivian scanned the kitchen, and an idea sprung to mind. There was no need to dwell on an ultimately harmless accident. In fact, it provided her with a prime opportunity to speed this budding relationship along. “Your sink would be suitable though.”

            Vivian pointed at the kitchen sink, guiding Shay's gaze towards it. The giant didn't question her. He was in “make up” mode and would do whatever she asked without a second thought.

            Shay held his hand out for Vi to crawl onto. Doing so, she felt bad dripping wine all over his palm. Shit, I should have dried off first. This is so rude of me. Wait, what the hell am I even saying?

            Shay carried her to the sink and held her over it, inspecting it to make sure it was clean enough to put her in. He opened up a nearby cabinet and pulled out a splatter screen, placing it at the bottom of the sink to cover the drain. This way, Vivian could stand beneath the faucet without worry of falling through the drain, the screen's mesh allowing water to pass through it just fine.

            Shay lowered her onto the screen and turned on the faucet, feeling the water for her as he turned up the heat. Before he could step away, Vivian was already undressing.

            “Here.” Vivian held up her soaked, discarded clothing for Shay to take, her tiny body on full display.

            “Uh…” Shay whipped his head around, looking off to someplace else in the apartment. He held out his hand in the vague direction he thought the sink was in, hovering it four inches above Vivian’s head.

            “You can look. I'm not embarrassed,” she said, her cheeks burning redder than molten steel.

            “Are you sure? I-”

            “It's okay,” she assured him. She couldn’t believe what she was saying. The tiny woman knew how to flirt. Hell, she’d been doing that with him all semester. But stripping for him on the first date was another level entirely. Something about the innocence he exuded, the genuine effort he put in to make this evening perfect for her filled Vivian with a confidence she never thought she had.

            Shay turned around and glanced at the naked woman in his sink. Her appearance was literally resplendent, the piercings covering her body outshining the chrome faucet. Her ample features left a lasting impression on the eye to the point that her comely image remained even when blinking. A glance turned into an ogle, an ogle into a stare, and a stare into an unabashed peeping. “Earth to Shay? My clothes?”

            The giant snapped out of his curves-induced stupor. He reached down and accepted the folded pile of dampened cloth. “Right. What do you want me to do with these?” The moment he had her clothes in hand, he turned back around, her image still burned into his retina.

            “You can throw them out. I could wash the stain out were it just a drop, but those are beyond repair.” Vivian stepped into the pouring stream of water and began washing herself off. She trained her attention on her giant date. After tossing out the ruined clothes, he leaned against the sink with his back to it, observing nothing in particular on the other end of the apartment, much to Vivian’s disappointment. She began humming as she brushed her hands through her hair, but received no response. Shay stood there motionless, like a monk depriving himself of earthly temptations. Vivian would have offered a hundred-thousand pennies to read the stalwart giant’s thoughts. Time to kick it up a notch.

            “Growing up, I was warned to stay clear of giants, men especially. ‘Dangerous, boorish thugs, they are.’ They view dolls as playthings and would never stoop so low as to consider one’s feelings. I can’t say I blame those well-meaning adults, not entirely. You can do whatever you want to me, and I'd be powerless to resist. And yet here I am, showering in a giant's kitchen sink, fully nude, and you won't even peek at me.”

            “It's rude to stare,” Shay replied in as confident a tone as he could muster. Was she testing him? Was that the right answer? All the studying in the world under the greatest mentors of the time could not have prepared him for this.

            “Not if you're the one staring.”

            Shay turned his head to peek at her. Vivian held her arms up as she scrubbed her hair. She had incredible posture, water rushing down her body like someone carved a Grecian statue underneath a waterfall. That was what Shay chose to focus on, convincing himself that was the more respectful detail to appreciate. Still, the glint of her nipple piercings drew his eyes elsewhere, a natural response and not at all indicative of his character.

            “Could you squirt some of that on me?” Vivian asked, pointing to a bottle of hand soap standing next to the faucet. Shay grabbed it and held it over her as she stepped out of the stream. He aimed for her back and shoulders, afraid of getting any in her eyes. She turned around and gestured for him to cover her chest. A growing bulge pressed against the giant's jeans as soap flowed over, around and between the tiny's voluptuous pair. Thankfully, Shay's arousal was obscured behind the sink’s outer wall, but that didn't matter. Vivian didn't need to see down there to know the effect she had over him. She reduced this humongous hunk to putty in her little hands, and nothing could be more invigorating. “A little more on my head, please.”

            Shay did as requested, dripping a dollop of soap onto her scalp and putting the bottle back.

            “Perfect. You’re such a big help.” Vivian winked at him and got to scrubbing herself down.

            “Y-you're welcome,” Shay said, forgetting himself as he watched the tiny woman lather her body in suds. 

            Blood rose to Vivian's cheeks, the hot water partly to blame. She never showered with an audience before, and she wondered if her washing needed to be less functional and more performative. Truth be told, part of her waited on him to offer to help, or better yet, to take matters into his own strong, firm hands, throwing caution and consent to the winds. But that was wishful thinking better left in the land of fantasy. As starved as Vivian was, it was too early in their relationship to expect anything requiring that much trust, and Shay's decency was a big part of his charm. And yet, her hunger remained steadfast.

            Before long, Vivian rinsed herself off, her skin and hair now clean of red wine. “All done.”

            Shay turned off the faucet and handed her a napkin, getting one last glimpse of her sopping wet body before she dried herself off. “Um, what do you want to wear?” he asked, his eyes darting around the room as if he might stumble on a solution. “I don't think I have anything that'll fit.”

            “I don't suppose you would. The romantic thing to do would be to lend me one of your jerseys, but I'd just wind up lost in the thing,” Vivian said with a shrug. Shay lowered his hand into the sink, allowing Vi to step on and get lifted out. Eager to gage her date's reaction, Vivian sat down, forcing him to hold her bare ass in his hand. When the blushing and audible gulp weren't enough, she readjusted in her seat, grinding her butt against the giant's palm. She could feel his muscles tense and his fingers twitch behind her. She had half a mind to lay forward and squeeze her breasts against his wrist, but with how clammy his hand was getting, she decided to have mercy on him.

            “Tear me off a couple strips of tissue,” Vivian said pointing to a tissue box on top of the fridge. Shay grabbed one and set Vi on the table, ripping up the tissue and handing her the scraps. She fashioned them into a two-piece garment, wrapping one strip around her chest and covering her waist with the other. “How do I look?”

            “Like that old movie poster with the woman standing over the highway.”

            Vivian looked herself over and laughed. “You've got a point, but ‘Attack of the Hundred Millimeter Woman’ doesn't have the same ring to it.”

            “Maybe not, but I'd watch it. Especially if you're the star.” Shay crouched beside the table and got close to Vi. His warm breath washed over her, adding further blush to her cheeks.

            The perfume she wore mixed pleasantly with the lingering scent of wine. Her nipple piercings bled through the thin white cloth, and Shay noticed her belly button ring for the first time that evening.

            “How's about we get to studying, mister,” Vivian said, posing demurely. You've already got a head start on my biology.

            Shay blinked a few times, his eyes snapping back to reality. “Right. Studying. That is what we're here for.”

…

            “I don't know about you, but I could use a break,” Vivian said while stretching, her boobs threatening to fall out of her makeshift top. The pair had spent the last hour studying, with the little lady seated on top of their expansive textbook, pointing at passages on the page as they became relevant.

            “Uh-huh.” Shay couldn't focus, not on biology anyway. There had been seven near nip slips, and Vivian’s skirt rode high up whenever she sat down, reminding the giant fourteen times that she wasn't wearing underwear. “And that's where Punnett Squares come in, right?”

            “Huh? Shay, we moved past those ten minutes ago.” Genuine concern splashed across her face, but after scanning the giant, she realized where his head was at. “Sounds like we really do need a break.”

            The giant raised his arms behind his head and stretched. As he did, his polo shirt drew taught against his chest, outlining his pecs and chiseled physique. It took significant willpower for Vivian to hold back a wanting sigh.

            “I never expected you to be this reserved,” Vi said plainly. Shay looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. “I mean, really. I've been practically naked in your apartment for over an hour, and you haven't made a single advance at me.”

            “Did you want me to?” Shay asked, eggshells covering the floor.

            “Yes! I could not have made that clearer!” Vivian stood up, her arms pumped straight at her sides. An exasperated grin stretched across her lips. “Have you listened to a single thing I've said tonight? I know you've seen what I'm wearing; you've spent the past hour ogling it. For fuck's sake, I took a shower in front of you! These aren't subtle hints!”

            Shay hunched forward and buried his face in his palms, dragging his pent-up frustration out with them. “I'm sorry, Vi. I'm such an idiot.” He removed his hands but refused to look at her. Vivian's expression softened, the little woman stepping closer towards her date. “I never intended to actually study with you. That was just an excuse to invite you over.”

            “You couldn't have told me that an hour ago?” she said softly, trying to lighten his mood. A corner of Shay's mouth raised, and his eyes wandered back to her.

            “I'm sorry. The moment I saw you, I got cold feet. I always do. It's just…” Shay fought with his words. He wished he could come out with what weighed on his mind. Vivian reached a hand out instinctively and then withdrew it. She wanted to place a hand on his shoulder or hold his hand in hers, but he was too far away. She clenched her fist, bothered that she couldn't offer him any physical support. “I'm scared to be around you. It's like you said, I can do anything to you. I can hurt you. I can make you do things you would never want to do. And I don't even have to mean to. If that wine glass was any closer to you, you would've gotten hurt. Or worse.”

            “Accidents happen. They're a part of life. You can't blame yourself for every one.” Vivian stepped closer to the edge of the book. She was about ready to jump into Shay's lap or into his hands if he felt inclined to catch her. “And I know you would never hurt me. Tonight is proof of that.”

            “Vi, I like you a lot. That's why I'm terrified around you. I don't know what boundaries I can break, which ones you want me to break.”

            “Break as many as you want. I trust you, and I want you to trust me too.” Vivian raised her right hand, ready to swear on scout's honor. “I, Vivian Homme, give full verbal consent to you, Shay Pearson, to do anything you want to me on the agreed upon terms that I may stop you at any point.” Shay stared at her dumbfounded, trying to make sense of her words. Vivian relaxed and continued. “It's simple. I'm giving you total authority to do whatever your heart desires with me. I won't be offended. I won't judge. I can even get into character if you'd like. And if I'm not into something you try, I'll make that very clear and tell you to stop.”

            “You’re putting a lot of faith in me.”

            “I am. I said I trusted you. Now, it's your turn to trust me. Trust that I can handle myself. Trust that I know what I'm doing.” There was a long pause. The pair stayed still, Shay weighing options in his head and Vi waiting expectantly.

            “Anything? You sure?”

            “Skewer me on your dick and spin me like a top for all I care.” Vivian grew empowered by an unshakable confidence. She wasn't sure if it came from all the wine she inadvertently consumed, or if it was a symptom of how horny she was, but she prayed to God that what she said actually came off as sexy.

            Shay's face blared bright red. What he was thinking wasn't even close to that extreme, and now he worried whether it was supposed to be. I guess if that's fine, then…

            Shay wedged his index finger between Vivian’s boobs, basking in their supple warmth before tearing her top off. A sharp gasp pierced his ears, but the wide grin his date shot him indicated she was into it. He dove in again, this time latching his forefinger under her skirt’s waistline. Shay lingered there to wet his fingernail in the first droplets of arousal, his knuckles rubbing against Vivian’s tits. Breaths, rapid and ever so slight, puffed at his skin, accompanied by moaning fainter than a mouse. As he tore off her remaining garment, Shay’s lips curled upward, the giant getting into the role he was assigned.

            Vivian covered her privates as best as she could with her arms, feigning humiliation as her ginormous date leered at her. A tinge of hesitation flashed in Shay’s mind seeing what appeared to be a distraught friend, but he suppressed the intrusive thought. She said she’d be very clear if she disapproved. I won’t stop unless she tells me too. That’s what she wants.

            Shay reached forward and wrapped his fingers around the tiny woman’s body, gently squeezing her within his grip. He always wanted to do that, to grope a whole woman with one hand, and Vi reciprocated his enthusiasm. It was the greatest hug she had ever received, embraced on all sides by the resolute strength of the quarterback’s grip.

            Feeling something warm and sticky leak onto his ring finger, Shay decided it was time to fulfill fantasy number two. He reoriented his fingers so that his middle finger and thumb were perched under Vivian’s armpits, his forefinger rested against the back of her head, and the remaining fingers brushed against her leg. Before Vi had a chance to deduce what he was planning, Shay brought her up to his mouth and licked her from thigh to chest, the tip of his tongue knocking her chin back as it retreated to its den.

            This time, Vi moaned loud enough to scare an elephant. An ex of hers, shorter than she was, used to go down on her. If he was like listening to a good song on the radio, then Shay was like hearing that song performed live from the front row. Her skin broke out in goosebumps, and her brain refused to form words, desperate to cling to that wonderful muscle once more.

            Shay welled spit in his mouth and went for another lap. The tiny woman tasted delicious, her savory sweat-soaked skin paired delightfully with the tang of her arousal. Accented by the lingering wine marinade, Vivian was good enough to swallow whole, greater than any recipe Shay’s mother could devise. She did say I could do whatever my heart desired with her, Shay teased the thought. How far would she get down my throat before telling me to stop?

            As Shay pulled his tongue back, a trail of saliva kept him connected to his scrumptious treat. Vi spasmed in his grip, electrocuted by his overbearing embrace. Her honeypot was now leaking like a faucet, her eyes glazing over in rapturous bliss. One more lick would probably be all it’d take to topple her.

            “Wait one moment,” Shay said, holding up a finger from his free hand. “I want to try something.”

            How can you expect me to wait!? Vi thought as the withdrawal kicked in. Don’t you dare tease me like that. Give me more. Give me more!

            Shay went into his fridge and pulled out a canister of Reddi-wip. The tiny woman went wide-eyed at the sight of the bazooka-sized nozzle. Shay sprayed her with whip cream, starting at the crotch and coating everything to the top of her head in thick layers of dessert. The cold sapped away Vi’s spirit, a sucker punch to the libido as it absorbed the heat building up in her body.

            Taken from her revelry, Vi wanted to scream. She was on the cusp of climax, only to be dragged down into the frigid depths of the underworld. But then a ray of sunlight grasped for her, pulling her back into the warmth.

            Shay licked the whipped cream off his date, scraped it off her like a shovel to snow. The contrast of the giant’s warm, wet tongue to the cream’s oppressive cold brought Vivian to new heights, eliciting a chorus of moans comparable to the revelatory trumpets. Vi orgasmed as Shay licked her clean, the giant lapping up her ejaculate with the rest of the cream.

            “Did you like that?” he asked, the tiny woman going limp in his hand.

            “Hubbaguh huh.” Vi was drenched in saliva, her skin glistening as brightly as her metal piercings.

            “Good. Now it’s your turn to make me happy.” Shay carried his new toy to his bedroom and tossed her onto his bed. Vi bounced as she landed on the mattress, shaking up an already shaken woman. When she finally regained her senses, Vi was greeted by an impressive set of abs looming over her, Shay in the process of pulling his polo off. He gave her a second to admire his towering physique before revealing the star of the show.

            Shay bent forward and unzipped his jeans, presenting his thighs thick as mountains. Then, he hooked his fingers under his boxer’s waistband and dropped them to the floor.

            Magnificent. That was the only word that came to Vi’s mind, the rest filled with the incredible girth before her. Shay was hung with a truly massive member. Vi was left with mouth agape, wondering how women his size could fit that monster inside them.

            Shay stretched a leg over her and sat down on his bed, settling himself so that Vi was between his thighs. The mountains of muscle rose up on either side of her, converging towards the semi-sturdy pillar casting her in shadow.

            “What are you sitting there for?” The giant asked, hands resting behind his head casually as a king. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Those beady, beaming eyes of Vi’s invigorated Shay. The hunger in them as they gazed upon his manhood made him feel like a god.

            Vi stood up and traipsed towards the towering treasure, stumbling like a zombie towards a fresh batch of brains. She collapsed onto Shay’s sack and wrapped her arms around it, hugging it tightly. She could feel the shaft above her twitch at her touch, so she rubbed the wrinkled skin as she knelt over it, pressing her chest into those boulder-sized testis. A low, steady murmur trickled from the giant’s lips, apparently satisfied with his little lover’s devotion.

            After recovering her stamina, Vi crawled onto the gigantic sack, drawing a grunt out of Shay.

            “Oh, tough it out, big guy. We’re not going to get very far if you can’t handle little ol’ me.” Vi slowly stood up on his groin using the man’s cock as support. His bushel of pubes felt so soft under her soles, but her attention lied trained on the monolith rising in front of her. Vi wrapped her arms around the creature and squeezed what she could fit between her thighs. The little lady danced for her lover, grinding on his not-so-much a stripper pole but more like a tree trunk of a dick. The throbbing mass was hard as iron, but the outer layer was tender and smooth, keeping Vi from scraping the hell out of her body as she gyrated against the giant’s manhood.

            Once he was at full mast, Shay grabbed his shaft, pinning Vi between it and his palm, and tugged with hard, deliberate strokes. Vi was mashed into the iron pillar, feeling as if she were becoming one with her man’s meat. Her arousal helped lube her to a degree, but the ride was rough and oh so exhilarating. She could already feel the bruises she’d wake up with in the morning, but the thought of stopping the giant was the furthest thing on her mind.

            Both lovers felt the thick load coursing up through the shaft. Shay deftly switched hands, pulling Vi away from his cock. The giant rocketed forward, kneeling on the mattress and holding the little woman under his spout, jerking his meat rigorously. A hot load of cum pelted Vi with the pressure of a firehose, dousing her from head to toe in a torrid pool of jizz.

            The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and the creaking from the mattress as Shay sat back down. Vi sputtered and gasped, trying to clear her mouth of the sticky stuff. Shay held her up to his face and admired his handiwork.

            “Still having fun?” he asked between breaths.

            “Don’t tell me that’s all you’ve got in you,” Vi boasted, dripping semen onto Shay’s abs.

            “You don’t really expect to outlast me, do you? I can go all night.”

            “Challenge accepted, lover boy. I ain’t giving up until I’ve worshipped every inch of you.”

…

            The next morning, Vivian awoke to the caress of gentle sunlight piercing the bedroom window. She lay smack dab in the middle of Shay’s chest between his prime pectorals, coated in a fine layer of dried semen. It took a considerable effort for her to separate herself from the giant’s skin, stuck to him as if she were glued to the spot. By the time she pulled free, Shay was stirring awake, rubbing the sand from his eyes.

            “Good morning,” he said groggily, raising his head to meet Vi’s gaze. His tired eyes opened wide upon seeing the bruises dotting the tiny’s body. “Shit, are you okay?”

            Vivian smiled. “Never better. Was last night as incredible for you as it was for me?”

            Shay let out a deep sigh, blowing Vi’s hair back. “That was the best night of my life.”

            “Really?” Vivian cocked her head, her eyes welling with doubt. “That’s a relief, I suppose.” She leaned back and played with the giant’s chest hairs between her fingers. “I was worried I wouldn’t be able to… satisfy you. I can’t fit that thing back there in me like a ‘real’ girl can.”

            “And I can’t fit a ‘real’ girl in my mouth. Don’t sell yourself short. Er, pun not intended.”

            “God, say something lamer, why doncha?” They both laughed at each other, and Vivian laid back down, Shay blanketing her with his hand. The tiny woman drew circles into his chest with her finger, dreaming that this moment would never end. Shay had no interest in getting up, his head falling back into his pillow as he savored her presence weighing on his heart.