Roomies by ItWasMe

Ada was sweating as she ran through Monica’s vast kitchen, abandoning the blender as Duncan called her over to the stove.

“You haven’t lowered the heat on those leeks and shallots yet?!” he asked before taking a deep breath. “Okay, we still might be okay. The olive oil should stop them from burning.”

Ada cringed at Duncan’s words.

“Oh, um, actually …” she spoke hesitantly, “I, uh I-I didn’t use the olive oil. I saw a recipe online that only mentioned caramelizing it in butter, so I thought maybe you misspoke when you said to use olive oil.”

Duncan stared daggers at Ada for a few seconds, then covered his face with his right palm, groaning in frustration. She set her right palm down on the white Calacatta marble countertop, looking down at Duncan with a nervous smile.

“But this is just pairing with the sauce, right?” she asked. “As long as the lobster is good—”

Duncan threw his hands in the air, causing Ada to stop mid-sentence.

“The sauce is crucial to the dish!” he shouted. “You want it to stand out! Fuck!”

Duncan picked up a stray clump of homemade dough leftover from the ravioli sitting off to the side, waiting to be boiled, and threw it as hard as he could at the brass tile backsplash. Ada watched as the tiny ball of dough exploded upon impact. She nervously wiped the mess away with her left forefinger’s tip.

“I’m sorry,” she said, lowering her head.

The anger drained from Duncan’s face.

“No, I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m asking a lot out of you here, and you’ve been great! It’s just …”

Ada raised her head and looked Duncan in the eye, eager to hear what was really bothering him.

“It’s so frustrating,” he said. “This is the first time since right after I shrank that I can’t do something that I really want to. I was so worried about survival most of the time that I never thought about how much stuff I can’t do anymore.”

Duncan walked toward Ada’s right hand and placed his own on the knuckle of her index finger.

“You’re actually not doing that bad a job, especially since you said you don’t really cook,” he explained. “But I know I could do it better if I had my size back, and I was starting to take my frustrations out on you. You don’t deserve that.”

Ada flashed Duncan a comforting smile.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I know you just want everything to be perfect for tonight, and so I think it’s actually pretty sweet that you get so worked up. I hope I find someone who feels that way about me one day.”

Duncan tilted his head and gave Ada a questioning look.

“You never had a guy cook for you before?” he asked.

Ada shook her head, sending her straight hair swinging back and forth, the ends of the black strands just tickling the tops of her shoulders.

“I’ve never had a guy before,” she answered.

Duncan shot her an incredulous look.

“You’ve never had a boyfriend?” he asked. “I can’t believe that.”

Ada shrugged her shoulders.

“Why not?” she asked. “I hate being around people, and I’m not exactly dateable anyway.”

Duncan’s expression turned from stunned to stern.

“Are you fucking with me?” he responded. “You’re the smartest person I know, you’re funny whether you’re trying to be or not, and your heart is literally bigger than me. Not to mention some of the stuff you can do with your tongue. That’s about as dateable as it gets!”

Ada’s face grew a little redder with each of Duncan’s compliments.

“Thanks for that,” she said. “And don’t worry. I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t just assume you saying that means you want me to sex you up.”

Duncan burst out laughing.

“Maybe don’t say sex you up the next time you talk about sex,” he said after settling down. “It sounds a little too Russian mail-order bride for most people’s tastes.”

Undeterred, Ada gave Duncan a double thumbs up.

“Got it!” she cheered. “Now, judging by the time, it looks like we can take one more crack at those leeks and shallots, if you want to walk me through the caramelization process again.”

Ada cleaned out the skillet and started the process once again, this time making sure to use butter and olive oil. The two of them continued to move about the kitchen, Duncan sticking to small tasks on the countertop, as they prepared for his date later that evening.

********

“So you think you guys are going to fuck tonight?” Alyssia asked, keeping her eyes straight ahead.

Duncan stuck his head slightly out of her pants pocket, holding on to the edge to keep from falling back down as she continued to stride toward the apartment door.

“Jesus, that’s rude, even for you,” he chided, staring up at the underside of her petite chin. “Also, aren’t you worried that people are going to think you’re talking to yourself?”

Alyssia glanced down at him with a smug smirk stretching across her lips. Her left hand was holding a phone to her ear.

“I know you must have a hard time seeing from all the way down there, but I’ve got that covered,” she said, pointing to the phone with her right index finger.

Duncan almost lost his grip as Alyssia gave her right leg a little shake. Her giggling filled the air as she kept moving.

“You enjoying yourself?” he asked, trying to shake the dizziness out of his head.

Alyssia, having arrived at her destination, knocked on the apartment door three times.

“You know, I really am,” she replied, grinning down at him.

The two of them looked back in the direction of the door as it started to open. Alyssia nearly dropped her phone as both of their jaws hit the floor at the sight that greeted them on the other side.

“Ooh, somebody’s a little early,” Callie said. “I like that! Come on in!”

She was wearing a tight, shimmering crimson dress with thin straps, stopping just above the knee as the material held her thighs in a tight hug. Her lipstick was dark red to match, with only light makeup applied on the rest of her face, which was framed with wavy blonde hair, rather than her normal straight hairstyle.

“So where ya keepin’ my date?” Callie asked Alyssia as she walked into the apartment, the blonde’s eyes scanning the shorter girl’s body until they locked with Duncan’s. “There he is. Gimme!”

Callie stuck out her right hand, elbow bent, as though she were waiting to be presented with a piece of candy, her fingers wiggling in excitement. Alyssia, still speechless at the vision before her, reached into her pocket without taking her eyes off Callie, fished out Duncan, and set him in the middle of the taller girl’s palm.

“You look incredible,” a breathless Duncan said.

Alyssia nodded in agreement.

“Thanks, you guys!” Callie said, turning her attention to Duncan as she lifted him up to her face. “But are you sure this is okay? I know you told me to pick out something nice and not to worry about the price, but …”

Duncan shook his head.

“Hey, if we’re going to start dating, you’re going to need to let me spoil myself from time to time,” he said.

Duncan walked to the edge of Callie’s palm closest to her body, peeking over it and into the generous cleavage calling out to him from below.

“You mean spoil me from time to time,” she said with a cheeky smile.

Realizing how blatant he had been, Duncan looked up, relieved to see a happy Callie staring back at him.

“Yeah, whatever,” he responded with a grin.

Callie chuckled at his answer.

“Okay, so where are we goin’?” she asked. “This surprise shit is killin’ me!”

Duncan glanced back at Alyssia, clearing his throat to finally break the trance that had overtaken her.

“Oh, right!” she said. “I’m your driver tonight, so if you guys would please come with me, we can get your night started.”

Callie lowered Duncan down to chest level as she focused more on Alyssia’s appearance. Duncan had no complaints about his new position.

“Okay, so that explains the chauffeur's uniform,” Callie said.

Alyssia pointed at Duncan with a scowl on her face.

“He made me dress like this!” she yelled.

Callie glanced down at Duncan, the couple exchanging mischievous expressions.

“Aw, you made her embarrass herself for me?” she asked him rhetorically. “That’s so sweet!”

Alyssia let loose a frustrated grunt.

“I hate you guys,” she mumbled. “Come on, let’s go already!”

Callie closed her hand around Duncan as she followed Alyssia out of the apartment and toward the secretary’s car.

********

Sitting in the roomy back seat of Alyssia’s Lexus, Callie couldn’t help but examine her date closely as she held him before her eyes.

“I shoulda said it earlier, but you look really handsome tonight,” she told Duncan.

Callie rolled his body between her right forefinger and thumb to make sure that her eyes drank in every millimeter of him. His plain white shirt was partially covered by her attempt at a blazer, the navy blue coat, as well as the matching pants, looking pretty dapper, in her opinion.

“Whoever designed your clothes has, like, an amazing eye,” she said with a smirk.

Callie was ready for whatever witty retort Duncan was about to throw at her.

“Yeah, she does,” he said. “She’s the best!”

Callie’s heart fluttered. Hearing Duncan praise her, no matter the reason, made her feel warm inside. As much as she enjoyed their banter, she’d happily accept his compliments every time.

Maybe she should reward such flattery.

“So I know you don’t like havin’ to be held in my hand in the car,” Callie said. “You said I didn’t need my purse, so I didn’t bring it. But I do have another place I can put you, one that’s, like, nice and … secure.”

Duncan had a puzzled look on his face, one that she found to be absolutely adorable!

“Where’s that?” he asked cautiously.

Without answering, Callie flipped him in her fingers so that he was facing away from her. With her left hand, she pulled on her left breast, opening up her cleavage. She lowered him into the grand divide, submerging his lower half into the darkness between her tits. She then released her left boob, letting it slam into him.

As her chest jiggled, she could feel Duncan’s little fingers grabbing the skin atop each breast in an effort to gain some stability, having to bite her lip to keep from moaning at the exhilarating sensation. By the time everything had settled, he had sunk a little deeper, buried up to his chest in girlflesh.

“There,” Callie said. “Way better than a seat belt.”

Alyssia chose that moment to glance back at her passengers, causing Callie to blush in embarrassment at the fact that she had briefly forgotten that Duncan and she weren’t alone.

“Oh yeah,” Alyssia said, flashing the couple a knowing smile before focusing back on the road. “You guys are definitely fucking tonight.”

Callie could hear Duncan yelling something at Alyssia, but the blonde wasn’t paying enough attention to make out the words. She looked ahead at Alyssia, who either couldn’t hear Duncan or was just pretending she couldn’t, their driver’s words bouncing around inside her head.

Well, she’s not wrong, Callie mused, smiling from ear to ear.

There was a lot about the date that she didn’t know. Duncan had insisted on planning everything, and she trusted that he knew what he was doing, leaving her completely in the dark as to how much of the night was going to go down. But she already knew how it was going to end.

She was going to fuck Duncan’s brains out.

The rest of the trip was pleasant, with Callie and Duncan idly chatting and Alyssia chiming in once in a while. Occasionally, Callie would casually adjust her boobs, holding back a giggle as she felt Duncan struggle to stay on the surface as she pretended to not notice.

Callie was surprised when the car came to a stop directly in front of the main entryway of Shale Holdings. Alyssia got out of the car and walked around to hold the door open for Callie, who, without warning, shoved Duncan entirely into her cleavage with her right thumb in case someone walked by and risked seeing him.

Callie dug him out from her tits as Alyssia and her got on the elevator in the lobby. Alyssia pressed the button for the 46th floor, which Callie remembered as being the location of Monica’s office.

Alyssia allowed Callie to step off the elevator first, Duncan cupped in her right hand at navel level. Monica emerged from her office as Alyssia stepped away to another part of the floor.

“Welcome,” Monica greeted the couple. “I’ll be serving you this evening. Now if the two of you would please follow me, I’ll escort you to your table.”

Callie nodded and followed Monica as the executive started walking back to her office. With Monica, her hero, playing the role of server for them, this was already the best date Callie had ever been on, and it was literally just getting started.

Once the three of them entered the darkened office, Callie immediately noticed how different it looked. Gone were the filing cabinets, bookshelves, and even Monica’s desk. The only thing in the room was a single-person dining table and chair placed near the glass wall overlooking the city.

The table was covered with a gold ornate white floral tablecloth, with a five-arm crystal candelabra standing in the center. Each candle was lit, a rosewood scent wafting from the flames and into the open air. A matching table and chair scaled to Duncan’s size was placed midway between the lone full-sized chair and the candelabra.

But while the candlelight provided the only light originating from the room, it was the city skyline, on full display through the transparent wall, that provided most of the lighting. The largest building within their view was highlighted with purple lighting, while lights from the windows of several other skyscrapers lit up the night with pretty shades of yellow.

“What the fuck?” Callie said in breathless awe as she stood by the door, taking in the scene before her with widened eyes.

Monica, who was already waiting for the couple by their table, couldn’t help but let out an uncharacteristic giggle at her friend’s reaction.

“Your table is ready,” she said, resuming her sense of professionalism. “If the lovely couple would please take their seats, I would be happy to bring you your appetizers for this evening’s meal.”

Callie regained her senses just enough to do as she was asked, sitting in her seat and setting Duncan down next to his. Monica left the room, only to return right away with a Caesar salad on a plate meant for Callie and a tiny portion overflowing from a much smaller plate scaled for Duncan, which Monica set on his table pinched between her right forefinger and thumb.

“As the two of you can see, I’ve taken the liberty of commissioning one off the companies under Shale Holdings to design furniture, plateware, and silverware fit for someone Duncan’s size for this occasion,” Monica explained. “I believe the silverware came out a bit larger than we were hoping, but I believe it should still be usable. My apologies for the inconvenience.”

After Duncan assured her that it was fine and thanked her for the effort, Monica took her leave. Callie and Duncan then dug into the delicious salad as they began to idly chat about various topics.

********

Monica entered the employee break room, where she found Ada and Alyssia talking about a Mandalorian, whatever that was. The two girls had already helped themselves to some of the lobster ravioli, and they had a plate waiting for Monica as well.

“Are you sure there’s enough left for Callie and Duncan?” she asked Ada.

Ada nodded her head eagerly as she chewed her latest bite.

“There’s plenty left,” she said as soon as she swallowed. “Not only that, but there’s also the lobster bisque and Maryland crab cakes that we’re not even touching.”

Satisfied with Ada’s answer, Monica sat down, picked up her fork, and savored her first bite.

“This is positively scrumptious!” she complimented Ada. “You made this yourself?”

Ada shook her head fiercely.

“Oh no, I couldn’t have done this if Duncan hadn’t talked me through everything,” she said. “I’m pretty hopeless in the kitchen normally, and we had to redo a couple parts of the dish until I got everything just right.”

Monica flashed Ada a warm smile.

“Don’t sell your talents short,” Monica said. “Even if you had help, it was your hands that made this delicious meal.”

Monica looked over to Alyssia, who only nodded in enthusiastic agreement, as she was unable to talk because her mouth was stuffed to capacity with ravioli. After Alyssia swallowed down her mouthful, the two women gave each other a knowing glance before turning back to Ada.

“Ada,” Monica began, “if you don’t mind, I would like to address—”

“We’re sorry!” Alyssia cut her boss off.

Monica sent Alyssia a stern glare, but the secretary met it by sticking out her tongue in defiance. Monica gave a defeated sigh as she turned her attention back to Ada.

“It’s exactly as Alyssia said, rude though it was,” Monica said. “We may have slightly overreacted when we discovered what happened between Duncan and you during your first encounter together. I hope you can forgive us for any mistreatment you may have suffered because of us.”

Ada’s face lit up.

“You mean you guys like me now?!” she said, barely able to contain her excitement.

Monica resisted the urge to roll her eyes, although she had to admit to herself that there was something cute about the girl’s enthusiasm.

“Yes, we like you,” Monica reluctantly confirmed.

Ada sprung up from her seat and hurried around the table. She nearly bumped the nearby countertop with her hip as she rounded the end of the table and ended up behind Monica and Alyssia. Standing between them, Ada leaned down and put her arms around each woman’s shoulders, pulling them toward her.

Monica was about to complain, but she looked over and was stunned to notice Alyssia actually leaning into the hug. The CEO gave in and did the same, surprised at how nice it felt to do so.

After Ada released the hug, she returned to her seat and the three girls talked as they enjoyed the excess food Duncan had instructed Ada to cook for them. After a while, Ada excused herself after asking where the nearest bathroom was located.

“Okay, so I figured you didn’t want to discuss this in front of Ada,” Alyssia said, pulling a manila folder out of a bag sitting beside her chair. “By the way, you do know that flash drives are a thing, right? Or encrypted email?”

Alyssia held out the folder toward Monica, who grabbed it, wasting no time in opening it.

“I’d rather have the information in my hand than at my fingertips,” Monica said as she browsed the contents of the folder. “It makes for a much more personal experience.”

Monica swore that she could hear Alyssia roll her eyes.

“Wait,” Monica said, her eyes zeroing in on a single paragraph. “Have you confirmed this?”

Alyssia shook her head.

“It was a bitch just getting that. It was buried pretty deep. Your boy comes from money,” she said. “But it’s Kristie, so I don’t believe it.”

But Monica did believe it. She knew it was true the moment she read it. Her heart sank and a sense of dread overtook her.

“Besides, it doesn’t change anything,” Alyssia said, sounding unconvinced herself. “It doesn’t make all the shit she did okay all of a sudden.”

Monica closed the folder, not willing to stare at it anymore. She put it into her own bag, which was beside her own chair, maintaining her composure and burying her feelings down deep, just like always. She would get to the bottom of this, just not now. Not tonight.

Ada returned almost as soon as the file was out of view, and the trio resumed their conversation as though nothing had changed.

********

“Okay, so you have to tell me,” Callie said after swallowing a bite of crab cake, “Where did you order this food from? It’s the best I’ve ever eaten!”

Duncan finished a bite of the tiny section of ravioli on his plate, enjoying the crumb of lobster inside.

“I talked Ada through cooking everything,” he said, looking embarrassed. “I couldn’t do it myself, obviously, but she helped me out, even though she didn’t feel comfortable in the kitchen.”

Callie sat her bisque-filled spoon back in the bowl as she stared down at Duncan with eyes wide and jaw agape.

“Hold up,” she said. “You’re tellin’ me that you talked someone who sucks at cookin’ through makin’ this five-star restaurant food? Where the fuck did you learn to cook? Cooking school? Ooh, or do you come from a long line of chefs or some shit?”

Duncan stared down at his plate, too embarrassed to look at Callie as he revealed his secret.

“Food Network,” he mumbled.

Callie blinked a couple of times, as if processing the information fed to her as easily as she fed herself another ravioli.

“Food Network?” she said. “You learned how to cook like this from watchin’ TV?!”

Looking up at Callie, a sad smile overtook Duncan’s countenance.

“I was a system kid growing up,” he explained. “I bounced around a lot of homes because I was kind of a troublemaker. So I wasn’t allowed to watch a lot of stuff; they were worried about bad influences and all that. So most of them just sat me down in front of the TV and put on Food Network or HGTV. Apparently chefs and realtors are the ideal role models.”

Callie had a questioning look on her face.

“System kid?” she asked. “What’s that?”

Duncan didn’t much like talking about his childhood. There weren’t a lot of good memories there. But if Callie wanted to know more, he was wiling to do it.

“I was in the foster system since I was four,” he said. “Most of the foster parents did for the money the state gives them for the kid or for an extra pair of hands to put to work. The first time I tried to copy cooking something I saw on Food Network, that family made me cook every meal. Most of the ones after that did, too.”

Callie gasped.

“So these people all just put you to work?” she said, a little anger in her voice. “Like a fuckin’ slave?!”

Duncan shrugged.

“Kind of,” he said. “I mean, I didn’t like moving, and most families put up with me longer if I made myself useful, so it wasn’t so bad.”

The water Duncan could see hiding behind Callie’s dazzling Hazel eyes was enough to tell him that his words had done little to calm her down.

“The last family I was with was actually pretty alright,” he continued. “I stayed with them for the last two years of high school. They were a nice family. The Brenadines. It was almost like I had a real mom, dad, and little sister for a little while.”

Callie’s frown curved into a smile.

That’s really nice!” she said. “You took their name, even, which is pretty cool. Do you still talk to them? Or, uh, I mean, did you before you got tiny?”

Duncan shook his head.

“Nah, they stuck with me, but I gave them a lot of trouble, too,” he said. “I figure they were glad to get me out of their hair. The last thing I want to do is bother them and stress them out. Especially now.”

Taking his eyes off Callie, Duncan looked off to the side, admiring the evening skyline.

“As for the last name thing, yeah, they were cool enough for me to pretend to be one of them for a little while,” he said. “But honestly, anything’s better than Smith. My birth parents went out of their way to make sure someone lost all the paperwork that might have helped me figure out who they were, so I got stuck with the most generic last name in the country.”

Even without looking her way, Duncan could hear Callie sniffle just a tiny bit.

“Do you … do you ever wonder who they are?” she asked. “Your birth parents, I mean.”

Duncan turned away from the skyline, showing Callie his blank expression.

“No,” he said flatly before returning to a more jovial demeanor. “But since you got to dig into my family history, it’s only fair that I get to do the same to you now, right?”

Callie chuckled nervously as she started to talk about her parents and how she grew up. Duncan felt a little guilty once he saw that she didn’t like talking about her family either, but he had to change the subject for both their sakes. His depressing background was bringing down the night.

They were able to move off of talking about her family fairly quickly, and the rest of their conversation during the main course was a lot lighter. Once both of them had finished, Monica returned to the room, almost as though she had a sixth sense for these things, and took their plates away.

“So do you think you’ve got room for dessert?” Duncan asked Callie.

She very quickly went from holding her stomach to nodding excitedly.

“I can’t even imagine what you had Ada make,” she said. “Ooh, is it tiramisu? I bet it’s tiramisu. It sounds fancy enough!”

Duncan laughed so hard that he almost fell out of his chair.

“Actually,” he said as his chuckling subsided, “I cheated for dessert.”

At that moment, Alyssia entered the room, holding the door open as Monica wheeled in a tall three-tiered chocolate fountain. As Monica guided the five-foot-tall apparatus closer to the table, Callie noticed shelving built in around the base of the fountain itself, which was three feet from the ground.

On each side, a shelf held a different food item to dip into the ever-flowing chocolate: strawberries, marshmallows, pineapples, and tiny doughnuts. Seeing this display, as well as the fountain itself, Callie couldn’t help but clap and squeal as it arrived beside the table.

“I take it I did good?” Duncan asked as Monica and Alyssia left the room.

Callie stared down at him lovingly as she nodded.

“Well go ahead, dig in!” Duncan said.

Callie’s smile faded slightly.

“But what about you?” she asked. “Aren’t you gonna have some?”

Duncan chuckled once again.

“That’s really not an option at my size,” he said. “But that’s no problem. I’ll be happy enough seeing you enjoy it enough for the both of us.”

Callie frowned. She opened her mouth to say something but stopped. That frown quickly reversed itself into a mischievous smirk as she glanced at the fountain before her eyes returned to Duncan.

Then her right hand casually reached for him.

Duncan felt the familiar feeling of Callie’s right forefinger and thumb pinching his sides as she plucked him up from his seat. He briefly glanced at the tabletop rapidly falling away beneath him before giving his date a curious look.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a casual tone.

Callie’s expression was smug as she answered.

“I’m enjoying it for the both of us,” she said.

It wasn’t until Callie’s left hand approached him that Duncan started piecing together what she meant. She adjusted her grip on him as she slipped his jacket off of him, tossing it aside with that left hand. His shirt was next as she took her time sliding it over his head.

He could hear a satisfied moan hang in the air as her thumb trailed behind the hem of his shirt, gliding over his torso as its fingerprint teased his well-defined six-pack and firm pecs before lovingly brushing against his left cheek. The sight of her biting her lower lip hard greeted him as the veil of white was finally lifted from his eyes.

Callie’s probing fingers moved on to Duncan’s lower half, giving his right thigh a gentle squeeze before tracing down to his pant leg and pulling the pants off of his legs. She returned for his boxers, her left thumb touching down on his cock while her index finger landed on his tight ass.

The two digits playfully rubbed his sensitive areas in a circular motion for a few seconds, and a pleasurable moan escaped his own lips as he closed his eyes in delight. Her fingertips moved too soon to his boxers’ right pant hole, pulling them off as well and leaving him fully nude in her fingers.

Duncan couldn’t help but find Callie’s self-satisfied smirk cute as she hungrily stared down at him. She took her eye off him for only a split second as she turned to consider the fountain. She stuck her left index finger into the bottom tier of the downpouring confectionery goodness, pulling its chocolate-covered tip out and sticking it in her mouth.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as she removed her finger from her lips with a pop. “Room temperature. I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t too hot.”

Before Duncan could wonder what the chocolate could possibly be too hot for, he had his answer. Callie eagerly dunked him into the same chocolate waterfall, his body becoming drenched in the sweet, sticky liquid as it rained down all over him.

As he was removed from the ever-flowing chocolate, he felt himself rising higher as well. He wiped some of it from his eyes with the back of his hand and found himself dangling in front of gorgeous hazel eyes gleaming with excitement.

Then Callie tilted her head back.

Duncan was lowered toward her slightly parted lips. His feet touched down on her petite chin, his legs slipping across it in a chocolaty mess as he continued to descend. He felt intense suction on his fingers as her lips clamped down on his left wrist, gradually slurping his arm into her mouth.

With his shoulder sandwiched between dark red lips, he could feel the tip of Callie’s tongue overflow beyond his fingers as it pressed against his palm. That tip slithered past the palm and along the underside of his wrist, a thin trail of saliva replacing the chocolate coating covering his skin.

The tip stopped where Duncan’s bicep met her lips, the top of her tongue plowing back through the chocolate along the side of his arm. A guttural moan vibrated through his whole body as she clearly enjoyed his flavor dressed in chocolate. The tip of her tongue went back for more, this time tracing its way over the top of his arm, with its body taking care of the other side on the way back.

Callie was slow in pulling his arm out of her mouth, the plush malleability of her lips massaging the muscles of their catch as they reluctantly gave it up. She pulled him out far enough to see the entirety of her face. Her chin and lips were dripping with chocolate as she wore a toothy grin.

“Delicious!” she said dreamily. “I think I’ll have some more!”

Duncan was maneuvered back before her open lips. He was left there for a moment, as Callie gave a slightly impatient “ahem,” not even attempting to make it sound like a legitimate attempt to clear her throat. It took him a minute to figure out what she wanted, but once it hit him, he straightened his right arm and pointed it directly at her mouth’s opening.

“There we go,” she said, giggling as she took his offering between her lips.

This time, Callie’s tongue started on the part of his arm nearest her lips. Its tip made slow, sensual swirls over every millimeter of Duncan’s bicep as it worked its way backward, going back and lazily lapping up whatever she missed after it reached his elbow. It resumed its circular pattern with his forearm, again going back licking away any excess chocolate.

The tip teased his palm, following it as she removed his arm from her mouth, tightening her lips’ hold on it as she pulled it away, resulting in a loud pop.

Callie kept him close to her lips this time, her tongue snaking out from between the two mounds of pillowy flesh and wiggling in anticipation as it made its way toward Duncan’s lower body. Its tip curled around his left ankle and lifted it so that his leg was perpendicular to his body, the bottom of his foot staring into the darkness of her mouth.

Her tongue tugged at his leg, and her right hand moved with the pressure and allowed it to pull the leg into her mouth. Her lips closed over his upper thigh in a seemingly air-tight seal, just brushing up against his now fully erect cock. As soon as she felt his hardened dick against her lips, she released an insides-rattling giggle from within her closed lips.

The tip of Callie’s tongue then went back to work, ticking the underside of Duncan’s foot, as well as his toes. It slipped over the side and lapped at his ankle. Her tongue inched its way up his shin, past his knee, and over the top of his thigh, doing the same in reverse for the bottom of his leg. Two solid licks took care of the sides.

As she finished removing his left leg from her still-closed lips, he already had his right one waiting for her, its knee bent and digging into his chest in order to fit within the narrow space between her lips and his body. Once the toes of his left foot felt fresh air, he thrust his impatient leg into the narrow opening they left behind.

Callie squealed in surprise, but Duncan could feel her lips curl into a smile as they pressed into his right thigh. Her tongue curled around his leg, almost swallowing it up by itself, with only the tops of his foot, shin, and thigh free from its slimy grasp. The tongue then rotated, its bottom sweeping over that untouched area and swiping away any chocolate remaining there.

She looped her tongue around the bottom and sides of his leg before taking it out of her mouth. Her taste buds kissed his thigh, calf, and heel as she pulled it out at a leisurely pace. The feeling was intense, leaving goosebumps all over his leg.

Once Duncan’s foot slid through Callie’s lips, she lifted him a little higher along her face, his own now level with her nose. Seeing an opportunity, Duncan swept his right palm over his chocolaty chest and dabbed the tip of her nose a few times.

“You little shit!” Callie laughed as she moved him beyond reach of her nose. “You’re dangerous with that chocolate on you. Can’t have that!”

Callie’s mouth opened, and her tongue draped over her bottom lip and onto her chocolate-covered chin. She brought Duncan’s crotch to the base of the outstretched appendage. With agonizing slowness, she dragged him downward, all the way down to the tip of her tongue, as his dick, midsection, chest, and face touched every taste bud.

It took everything he had for him to not cum right then and there, the rapture of each bud probing his erection, then following up with his entire upper body and face. But he had a suspicion that his girlfriend had more in store for him, and he didn’t intend to ruin the mood by cumming too soon.

After his front had been sufficiently cleaned in a single lick, Callie flipped him in her fingers, his backside now facing her. Duncan soon felt his butt dragging down her tongue, his back close behind, as she lowered him down the fleshy slide. Its tip took its time with his ass, lapping up and down each butt cheek in several slow strokes before moving on to his back and the back of his head.

A pair of quick licks to his sides left him completely free of chocolate.

Callie held him away from her face once more, giving him a longing look as her tongue glided across her lips, moistening them as well as lapping up any chocolate still on them. There was still chocolate on the tip of her chin and nose, making her look absolutely adorable.

“More!” she said, dipping him into the chocolate waterfall for a second time.

 Callie wasted no time in bringing Duncan back to her lips, taking his entire upper body, from his head to his hips, inside her mouth. His penis rested on her bottom lip, throbbing with anticipation of the coming release.

But inside those lips, she sucked the chocolate straight off his body. The intensity of the suction was enough to pull his hair in the direction of her throat, and he had to fight to keep his arms from stretching in that direction as well.

As the sucking continued, Callie’s tongue came back to play clean up once again. Its tip danced over Duncan’s pecks and worked its way down to his abs in deliberate strokes. It made its way up its right side and along his arm as she took her time to enjoy that particular lick.

Her tongue came to rest on top of him, taking up all of his back and head with plenty of room to spare. After slithering back and forth over him a few times, she finished up with another slow lick to his other side and arm.

Callie pulled Duncan out of her mouth and manipulated his body with her fingers, flipping his position so his feet were pointed toward her mouth rather than his head. She then shoved his lower half into an o-shaped hole she made with her lips, closing the hole over his lower abdomen.

As she started sucking on his legs and cock, her tongue forced his legs apart, scraping away the chocolate between them. Duncan grunted as the tip of her tongue met his own tip, lathering it in saliva as it made a single stroke down his shaft.

Callie relented as her tongue went about licking up whatever chocolate she couldn’t suck off his legs. Of course, that suction almost pulled the cum right out of his body as well, with his hardened dick feeling like a flag pole in a hurricane inside her mouth.

Then the moment came, and so did Duncan. He couldn’t hold it in anymore, and he burst right in her mouth. His cock trembled as it shot ropes of cum into the dark abyss, his body shuddering as he screamed in ecstasy. Her constant sucking sent every bit of his load down her throat before it could even land on her tongue.

After his body collapsed in post-orgasmic bliss, Callie pulled his legs out of her mouth and studied him closely, another smug smirk crossing her lips.

“No fair!” Callie said. “I didn’t even get to taste it. Like, what kind of desert is that? Looks like I’ll have to try it again!”

Again?

“Wait, wha—” he said, the movement of the hand holding him cutting off his words.

She moved Duncan back over to the chocolate fountain, but this time, she didn’t dunk him in the waterfall. Instead, she held him over the pooling chocolate at the bottom of the fountain. With a nonchalant flick of her wrist, she tossed him 10 feet or so by his standard down into the chocolate.

He landed into the creamy pool with a splash, quickly sinking beneath the surface. By the time he swam back to the surface, Callie’s fingers were already plucking him from the sea of chocolate. He was promptly brought back to familiar territory: Callie’s lips.

This time, however, she opened her mouth as widely as she could and tossed him inside: all of him.

Duncan tumbled onto Callie’s tongue, battling down a sense of primal fear as he took in his surroundings. While it was intimidating to be atop a tongue longer and nearly wider than he was tall and surrounded by glistening strands of chocolate-infused saliva stretching between forearm-sized teeth above and below him, his trust in her was enough to keep his fear at bay.

That didn’t stop him from letting loose a short, involuntary scream when those two rows of teeth loudly clacked shut, however.

With Callie’s lips closing on the other side of the enamel wall, Duncan was bathed in warm, moist darkness. He was on his stomach, his head near the tip of her tongue and his feet near the base … as well as the opening to her throat. The sound of her spit idly sloshing about filled his ears as though a river was flowing beneath him.

Just as he was starting to gather his wits about him, her tongue was on the move. The living carpet shifted underneath him, its tip sliding past his face and stopping at his chest. With unexpected suddenness, it shoved him upward, slamming him into the roof of her mouth. Rather than feeling overly painful, however, he likened it to being shoved into a wall while being embraced by a passionate lover.

Damn! How did she know I’m into the rough stuff? Duncan thought, feeling himself start to harden once more. I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised. She always has a good read on me.

The tip of Callie’s tongue snaked its way further down his body, still holding it firm enough to keep him from sliding along with it. It teased his abdominal muscles before glossing over his erect penis, slowing down with a sensual lick as it eased its pushing pressure.

Her tongue stopped at his upper thighs, leaving Duncan’s upper half hanging over the edge of its tip. Then, it reversed course, passing over his cock again, this time with a playful flick, before crashing his upper body against her hard palate a second time as she laid him flat like she was squeezing the last bit of toothpaste from the tube.

He almost left his stomach behind as the tongue holding him suddenly dropped. He could hear her teeth gently scraping against each other as they parted, although her still-closed lips made it impossible for him to see this. He was then tossed to his right, landing hard into a wall that was slimy and pliable, yet firm at the same time.

Her cheek, Duncan realized as he got back to his feet. I’m on the inside of her—

Before he could finish that thought, Callie’s tongue came at him once again, this time going directly for his rock hard dick. Its tip lapped at his ball sack before working his shaft. It slapped his cock back and forth a few times, then moved on to licking up and down his erection with gradually increasing speed.

However, having just gotten off a very short while ago, Duncan’s cock wasn’t so quick to do so again. Soon, a frustrated, impatient grunt rose shook his whole body as it rose from Callie’s throat. He found himself on the move once again, her tongue carrying him more carefully this time as he was moved away from the cheek.

It came as a surprise when he felt his chest being lowered onto her bottom molars.

Callie’s top row of teeth came down with great caution, her top molars just digging into Duncan’s back. Their sharpness reminded him of nails being dug into his back, a kind of pain that made him smile with excitement as the exhilarating sensation stretched across his upper and lower back, as well as his chest.

Callie’s tongue went to work once again, this time the whole of it getting into the act. It’s center oscillated side to side, then forward to backward in alternating turns as her taste buds rubbed against his pulsating cock from every angle. The texture of each bump brought its own unique sense of euphoria as they took turns grinding against his throbbing manhood.

It was too much. There was no way he could last, so he didn’t.

As Duncan’s second load of the evening shot out from the slightly raw head of his penis, his vision went blurry for a second as his body struggled to process the immense pleasure flowing through it. A shiver ran down his spine as his arms, legs, and core tensed up for a split second, then fell in limp relief as a massive amount of cum shot out of his cock.

********

Got it! Callie thought, tasting Duncan’s cum as soon as it hit her tongue. There’s so much for how tiny he is!

She moaned in delight as she savored its flavor, swallowing it before raising her teeth off of Duncan’s back. She hoped she hadn’t been too rough with him in there, but she was pretty sure he was good.

There was no doubt in Callie’s mind that he liked to be pushed around a little during sex, and she was sure he would have let her know if he wasn’t into it. He was just so chill in her mouth, even now, as she absentmindedly cleaned all the chocolate that she hadn’t gotten of his body yet, that she knew he had enjoyed the experience.

With a few final licks for good measure, she was satisfied that he was chocolate-free. But as she was about to stick out her tongue and retrieve him from her mouth, the office door opened and Monica walked in, heading straight for Callie.

“I just thought I would check on the two of you and …” Monica trailed off as her eyes scanned the table. “Where’s Duncan?”

Callie froze, too embarrassed to tell Monica the truth. She had to think of a way to get out of this awkward situation.

Unfortunately, she wouldn’t have time to do so.

Before Callie could think of anything to say or do, She felt the slightest bit of pressure on the inside of her lips. Duncan slipped his way between them, pulling himself out up to his abdomen, with his feet tickling her gums as they pushed into them.

“That was the single greatest sexual experience of my life!” he yelled as loudly as he could. “I don’t think I can go a third time, though, so I think I should ge—”

A flustered Callie crossed her eyes as she looked down, just making out a blurry Duncan sticking out of her mouth and looking in Monica’s direction. She nearly died as she saw him wave at her.

“Hey Monica,” he said. “How’s it—”

Callie’s right hand quickly shot toward her mouth, fingers straight and together. Her middle finger made contact with Duncan’s head and shoved him back inside before he could finish his sentence. Her fingers touched her lips, covering them daintily, as though she was excusing herself for a burp.

“Theck pleath,” she told a wide-eyed Monica, her cheeks almost as red as her dress.

********

For the second time in as many nights, Callie stumbled into her bedroom.

Her first step into the room went sideways, a surge of carnal pleasure catching her off guard as it ripped through her whole body. She caught herself against the wall with her right hand, leaning against it while she took a moment to collect herself. The feeling died down a bit but remained a constant presence, as it had for the entire ride home.

Kicking her heels off in random directions, Callie began to hike up her skirt as she hurriedly strode toward her bed. Once she squeezed the hem of it past the top of her panties, she reached for them. However, another surge hit her halfway to her destination, almost bringing her to her knees. She had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming.

She reached again, this time pulling back the waistband of her panties. She looked inside, finding Duncan standing on the lowest part of the fabric, his forearms holding apart the topmost portion of her outer lips while his hands fervently worked her clitoris.

“Can’t believe I’m sayin’ this, but you can stop now,” Callie’s voice quavered. “We’re here.”

Duncan didn’t remove his arms from her vulva, nor did his hands stop massaging her most sensitive area. Instead, he looked up at her with a sinister grin.

“Nope!” he answered. “Too fun!”

Callie tried to roll her eyes, but her euphoric state made mustering even that much concentration difficult.

“At least you didn’t go as hard in the car. Those ‘I fuckin’ knew it’ looks Aly was givin’ me on the ride back were bad enough without me screamin’ and flappin’ around the back seat,” she said. “Wh-what even is it you’re doin’ that’s almost makin’ me fall over?”

Duncan’s hands stopped, and, despite everything she had just said, Callie immediately missed those tiny fingers working her clit. She held back a slight whimper at their absence, determined to put up a strong front against her boyfriend’s teasing assault.

“Oh, you mean this?” he asked, moving his face past the opening in her labia majora.

Then Duncan bit her clit, and that strong front crumbled instantly.

“FUCK!” Callie screamed as loud as she could.

Her hands involuntarily released the waistband of her panties and allowed her dress to fall over them. Her knees shook, almost giving out on her. She bit her lower lip in a vain effort to keep the extreme stimulation from overtaking her.

Unlike the previous surges, however, Duncan kept biting this time.

Callie made it to the bed just in time to catch herself at its side with both hands, bending over as she became overwhelmed. From head to toe, her skin started to tingle. Every muscle in her body held tight, as though they were collectively holding their breath in anticipation of the big moment.

She then had one of the most intense orgasms of her life.

“Holy fuckin’ shit!” Callie yelled as her vision went white.

A wave of immense satisfaction coursed through her, causing her body to tremble as she finally fell to her knees. Her face was buried in her bedspread, unintentionally muffling her screams.

This is what heaven feels like, Callie thought, thankful that she at least had the foresight to not say such an embarrassing thing out loud.

The feeling disappeared as quickly as it came, leaving her with shallow breaths and relaxed, weakened muscles. Her first thought was about Duncan’s safety, but that concern was soon put to rest as she felt him squirming against her labia.

After taking a few minutes to recover, Callie pushed off the bed and stood up, ready to retrieve Duncan. However, the movement must have spurred something within him, because she soon felt his hands back on her now overly sensitive clit. She winced at the contact.

“Oh, I bet you think this shit is funny,” she lightly chided Duncan. “I think I’ve let you run things for long enough.”

Callie slid her dress over her head and hastily tossed it across the room. Both of her hands took aim for her panties.

“Well, if you won’t come out …” she said.

********

Covered in Callie’s natural lubrication and girlcum, Duncan decided to see how much he could push.

His girlfriend’s collapse onto the floor had quite literally rocked his world, sending him bouncing roughly between the fabric of her underwear and her erogenous zone, even with the limited space separating the two surfaces. It hadn’t taken him long to shake off the dazed senses and get back to work, however.

Let’s see if she’s up for another go, Duncan mused as he started with a few squeezes of her clitoris.

He could vaguely make out a series of words from high above, muffled beyond understanding by a couple layers of clothing. As he rubbed and grabbed at the smooth, wet orb in front of him, he noticed his surroundings become significantly brighter.

Just as he was piecing together that Callie had removed her dress, an abrupt jolt knocked him on this back as he fell into the now loosening hammock that was the front of her panties. It wasn’t until the fluorescent lighting of Callie’s bedroom shined down unhindered that he realized what was happening.

On either side of him, Duncan was surrounded by his lover’s succulent thighs. Not only that, but more and more of them were coming into view as he descended at a gradual pace. By the time he got back to his feet on the flimsy surface, her lower lips were entirely out of his reach.

“Why’d you stop?” Callie taunted from on high. “It’s right there if ya wanna play with it some more.”

As his underwear elevator continued heading down, Duncan decided to take advantage of the situation. Being careful not to fall through the growing opening of her right leg hole, he cupped some of the femcum on his chest into his right hand and began rubbing into her inner thigh, leaving a trail as the panties continued to be lowered.

“What are you doin’?” Callie asked, clearly feeling the wetness traveling down her leg.

Duncan gave the middle of her inner thigh a slap, splashing her juices everywhere.

“I’m marking my territory,” he explained.

Callie bent down, examining Duncan’s handiwork against her leg.

“That’s mine!” she giggled. “You’re markin’ me with my own scent!”

Duncan gave her as serious a look as he could, given the circumstances.

“You ate all mine,” he said flatly.

Now with her panties to her knees, Callie was now completely bent over, her head turned upside down as she laughed even harder at Duncan’s joke. Her hair swayed at the whims of her chuckling, falling just shy of scraping against the ground.

“I did, didn’t I?” she said. “I don’t regret it, either. It was so good!”

Callie smacked her lips theatrically as she continued to regard Duncan with a huge smile on her face. His eyes met hers as his right hand continued to drag along the sleek skin of her calf, it’s smoothness feeling almost like warm plastic against his palm.

He didn’t relent until after his hand passed over the bony curve of her ankle. As his feet met the carpeted floor through the thin cotton veil of her undies, he bent over himself, ending the cum streak at the point in which the side of her foot met the floor.

“There,” he said. “Now I’ll know how to find my way back!”

Callie gave him an odd look.

“Weren’t you, like, ‘markin’ your territory’ or whatever?” she asked.

Duncan looked at her with a sly smirk and shrugged his shoulders in response.

He had to step out of the way as Callie’s right hand reached for the area underneath her ankle, forefinger extended. She seductively traced the trail of cum with her finger, dragging it with agonizing slowness up her leg and all the way to its starting point almost all the way up her inner thigh.

Then, staring a hole into Duncan’s soul, even with her head still upended, she stuck the finger in her mouth and sucked it dry.

“Uh oh,” Callie said. “How ever will you get back there now?”

Unable to take his eyes off the sexy scene, Duncan didn’t need to look down to see his penis standing in attention once again; he could feel it.

“Lucky for you,” Callie said, her hand coming back down, this time for Duncan, “you’ve got a nice, big girlfriend to show you the way.”

Her fingers curled around him, trapping his body in her fist but leaving his head exposed. She lifted him from the ground as she stood up straight. Her left foot stepped out of her panties, while her right kicked them away behind her, throwing them into the wall.

Callie turned around and let herself plop lengthwise onto the bed, holding her arms out in celebratory fashion as she fell. For Duncan, the height and speed of his drop were as thrilling as any roller coaster, her clenched fingers securing him for the ride.

Laying down with the back of her head on a pillow, she guided her hand over her body, giving Duncan a fly’s eye view of her still-flushed face; large and perky tits, still contained within a lacy black bra; budding abdominal muscles; and sopping pussy lips. Her hand touched down in front of the gateway to her womanhood, gently dropping him there before retreating.

“Since you wanted to go for round two ...” Callie said.

Duncan knew what she wanted him to do, and he wanted to do it for her. But he hadn’t been inside a woman since … Kristie. Fuck, he hated himself for even letting her name come up at a time like this. He knew he couldn’t let his ex take this away from him, but his first step toward the waiting lips was a hesitant one.

“Oh shit,” Callie said, seemingly reading his mind, as she always seemed to be able to do. “I’m such an idiot. I didn’t even think of … what happened before. I-if you’re not feelin’ up for it, I’m good with endin’ the night right now.”

Duncan couldn’t help but smile as he heard her words of understanding. It meant so much to him that she was willing to be patient with him, but he could hear the disappointment she was trying so hard to mask from her voice. He knew he couldn’t let her down, let himself down. He wanted this just as badly as she did, after all.

This was happening tonight.

Duncan walked with determination as he approached Callie’s labia. He climbed up her outer lips just a little bit before pulling them apart, feeling her body shiver at his touch. He stuck his left foot through the opening, starting to push it through her inner lips as his right one followed.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned. “K-keep goin’!”

Duncan slipped his shins inside her, then his thighs, using gravity to his advantage as he pulled himself down with a fistful of pussy lip in each hand. He shuddered as his hard cock scraped against those hidden lips before his torso started sinking into them, the outer lips now closed over him as he was in too deep to hold them open any longer.

It didn’t take long after that for the rest of him to get swallowed up by Callie’s labia minora, sending him fully into the warm, dark, and incredibly moist cave that was her womanhood. Her vaginal canal was a tight fit for him, and he could just move enough to put his hands on the fleshy walls and maneuver himself deeper.

The slimy walls of Callie’s pussy pulsated as Duncan’s fingers gripped them. Happy with this result, he started squeezing, twisting, and pushing as much of her as he could get his hands on. He started rubbing his feet up and down the walls in front of and behind him. He did everything he could to make his presence felt inside of her.

Based on the rumbling and shaking knocking him about, he was pretty confident that he was succeeding.

The stale air was making it harder for Duncan to breathe as he worked himself to exhaustion. With shallow breaths almost taunting him, he decided that he needed a lungful of fresh air.

Sorry Callie, he apologized in his mind. I don’t want to leave you hanging, but I’ll be back in a second.

However, as Duncan hurriedly scampered his way back toward the surface, his legs pumping frantically for purchase as he pulled himself upward, the movement bouncing him around became more frantic. The living cave started to contract around him, making his climb more difficult but also providing some inviting friction as his erection was constantly rubbing against those walls.

By the time he reached Callie’s inner labia, he was in a rush to put some fresh air in his lungs. Pushing off against the tightening walls around him with his legs, he thrust through her inner lips and quickly grabbed the bottom of her outer lips and pulled himself halfway to the outside world with nearly the same momentum, his cock sandwiched between the two drooling lips.

Duncan’s first breath of clean air was met with an earth-shattering moan from Callie. He noticed a sudden change in elevation as he could tell that she had arched her back hard in reaction to his ascent. Between the way her labia shifted against his throbbing dick with the movement and the excitement of seeing his girlfriend orgasm, he came right then and there.

Almost as quickly as it had risen, however, her ass slammed back down on the bed, sending him tumbling back inside her lips. One leg sunk into her inner lips, while the rest of him laid atop it, which seemed to cause Callie to stir even more.

When things finally calmed down after several minutes of moaning, screaming, and shaking, Duncan started to climb back outside once again. However, once he resurfaced, his upper body hanging over one of her outer lips like it was a piece of driftwood amongst a river of femcum, her right index finger and thumb grabbed him under his armpits and pulled the rest of him out, hastily bringing him to her face.

“You good, Dunky?” Callie asked. “Nothin’ broken? How was it?"

Duncan felt a dopey smile cross his lips.

“It kind of smelled like my couch in there,” he answered.

********

“So did you just call me Dunky earlier?” Duncan asked.

He was lying on Callie’s sternum, his lower half buried in her cleavage. Both of them had their hands behind their heads as they lay in bed staring up at the ceiling.

“Yeah,” she said. “Everyone else has a nickname for you. I wanted one that was just for me.”

Duncan wanted to argue that only two people had nicknames for him, but he stopped himself. He found how seriously she was taking the whole thing to be rather cute. Instead, he just gave the top of her right tit an approving slap. Based on the large giggle that caused the ground beneath him to jiggle she understood what it meant.

“So I know it was a little bit different,” he started, “but as far as first dates go, how did I do?”

Duncan both heard and felt Callie give a content sigh.

"It was okay, I guess,” she said. “I mean, that was the best Caesar's salad I’ve ever had.”

Before Duncan could dwell on those words, Callie burst out laughing, nearly throwing him from her cleavage.

“Were you serious with that question?” she asked once the laughter subsided. “That was, like, the greatest date I’ve ever been on, first or not. Everything was fucking perfect! I can’t believe you pulled all that off! I can’t believe you did all that for me! I … I just can’t believe it!”

A sense of giddy pride swelled up within Duncan’s chest.

“Oh, and by the way, you ruined dicks for me,” Callie continued. “I can’t go back. Not after … that!”

Duncan sat up and looked over his shoulder, seeing nothing but the underside of her chin.

“Hey, you don’t have to hype me up like that,” he said. “I know I’m smaller than most dicks, and I can take it if I wasn’t as good as a normal-sized guy.”

The chin Duncan was staring at tilted downward, and he got caught up in Callie’s eyes. They were alight with passion and lust.

“Dunky,” she said, flashing a happy smile as the name left her lips, “you may be smaller than most dicks, but you go deeper than a dick would. Dicks don’t have arms and legs to feel me up in there, either. And that thing you did at the end, where you, like, went crazy inside me, and then you brute forced your way out of me, it felt … it felt like I was being penetrated for the first time but from the inside. I don’t think I can describe how amazing that felt!”

Callie’s words echoed in Duncan’s head long after they had both laid back down and started talking about other things. He couldn’t believe that he had made her feel that way, that he was capable of that. It made any lingering doubts he may have had about his size not being good enough for her melt away for good.

After a while, the two of them both admitted that they were tired and that it was time to get some sleep.

“Stay with me tonight?” Callie asked.

Her right hand came down over his body, as a good portion of it covered her cleavage to leave his head exposed. The warmth of her palm felt so nice, and it was already lulling him to sleep.

“Okay,” he answered in a drowsy voice.

The two of them passed out together shortly afterward, Duncan nuzzling his cheek against the side of her thumb as he had his first truly peaceful night’s sleep in months.