He changed himself into something more
“formal”, a pair of clean jeans, a casual pair of sneackers, and a plain shirt,
nothing too formal, overall, it´s just a casual invitation to have lunch at her
house, nothing like some formal dinner or anything like that. He checked the
time, and ten to three, he decided to leave, the house was next door so he
wouldn´t take more than a minute or two to get there.
He stepped out of his house, locked the door
and started walking thru the sidewalk. Trying to be there on time, not that he
cared much about it, normally, if lunch was at three, he´d be there by ten or a
quarter passed three, he wasn´t much of a punctual guy. But he remembered that
she asked him to be there on time.
He wasn´t sure if it was because she asked or
the way she did, but he felt as if he needed to listen to her. In a way, the
height difference made it look as, even if she didn´t meant it or said it with
that tone, it seemed like an order. Not a stern order, more like an instruction
he must follow. Watching how she loomed above him just made him feel as if he
needed to do what she said. In a way, she was imposing, asides of calling for
his lust every time she showed up.
He was standing right in front of her house, still
on the sidewalk, separated only by the length if her garden, a very green one
by the way. He wasn´t sure if he needed to arrive so early, three o´clock was
still eight minutes away. Could it be considered rude if he arrived earlier?
Could it be like saying, I´m here, it´s time to eat? He was overthinking the
whole thing but, whenever things came about her, he couldn´t think straight.
He decided to continue, ignoring his exaggerate
thoughts. He stepped right in front of the door and rang the bell. He stood
there for a couple seconds before Lillian opened the door. And when she did, he
found himself once again in awestruck. She was simply too much. Every time he
saw her, he forgot how tall she was.
Every time he thought he was used to her
height, he only found out that he still had to crane his neck a little more
than he was prepared to. But he didn´t mind her height, on the contrary, it was
another of her good qualities. It made her stand out from other people he had
met. The taller she is, the longer her legs, he thought.
Deep inside, he knew that he was more into
taller women. But, at 5´9”, his chances to date a woman over 5´7” were really
low. He liked woman´s long legs, between many other things. But he´d rather
date a woman more “up to his height”, he knew he couldn´t date a woman so tall,
that´s why he was impressed that a woman over six foot tall invited him for
lunch. Even more, he was impressed by the fact that she was simply paying
attention to him.
“Hello there… come in, lunch´s almost ready…”
she said, he stepped in as she said and smiled at her. He liked the way she
always seemed to be happy, smiling every time they met.
He sat on the dining table and waited there for
the food to be served. He offered to help her, but she declined his offer with
a smile. A couple minutes later she went back, carrying two big plates full of
food. She placed one of them in front of him and the other one in the other end
of the table for her.
Jonathan was impressed by how delicious the
food smelled, and not only that, it looked fantastic too. The only thing was
that, well…it was a lot. He saw how she had the exact same amount of food
served on her plate, but she was a large woman. And she also worked out. She
could eat way more than he did. He started eating, enjoying every bite of it,
but it was way too much. He didn´t eat quite much, normally a sandwich or
whatever would do for lunch; the food served on his plate was the equivalent to
the food he ate on lunch, diner, and maybe more.
She was done before he could even finish half
of what was served. “What´s the matter? Aren´t you hungry sweetheart?” she
asked.
“Oh well, I…I´m just not used to eat this much”
he replied with a demure smile.
“Oh my, I´m sorry honey, sometimes I forget not
all of us eat the same…why don´t you leave your plate as it is so that I can
bring dessert?” he was full, beyond that, so he wasn´t sure if eating something
else was such a great idea. But he didn´t want to say it, she had taken the
time to cook and invite him, and he also liked sweet things.
“Oh, uhmmm…ok, b-but, not too much…please” he
replied.
She stood up, picked both of their plates and
said, as she caressed his hair, “Of course sweetheart, I´ll be back in a
minute…” then she left.
He just laid back on his chair, letting out a
sigh of relieve. He was more than sure that if he ate all that, he would´ve
exploded, or at least vomited. The food was delicious, the best he has had in
years, but it was way too much.
“Oh man, I can´t believe she served me all
that…and to think that she did eat all on her plate. She´s not only big, she
also has a big appetite, I should keep that in mind just in case I invite her
to my place…but still…” he thought, and then his face turned into one with an
idiotic expression as he remembered…
When she first sat, she accommodated her chair,
the movement was so that it made her round bosom bounce in the air, her boobs
squeezed together for a second and then fell back to their original position.
And when she stretched to grab something from the middle of the table, he could
see have a better look of her breasts thru the window of her blouse, how the
heavy yet soft flesh just fell and threatened to touch her plate, but she was
tall enough to avoid that.
But he couldn´t help to get excited by the view
he had just been given, he got hard at that second, lucky for him, she couldn´t
see his penis below the table. Then, she came back, he snatched himself out of
those fantasies as she heard her steps getting closer. He accommodated himself,
sitting straight and close to the table to hide his still visible erection.
“I hope you like chocolate cake…and to drink, a
big glass of milk…” he did like chocolate, a lot, the second she placed the
slide in front of him, his mouth began to water; it looked so moisty, so
sugary, the slice was still a little too big, but when he took the first piece
in, it was really tasty.
He saw her plate, which had a slice that was at
least three times bigger than his. But she wasn´t drinking milk. With a cake so
sweet a glass of milk will help you pass it all down. So, he asked: “You´re not
having milk?”
“Oh no, there´s not enough for both of us,
haha, I guess I used more than I thought for the cake” she replied.
“Uhmm, well, you can have mine if you like, I
don´t wanna just take it from you” he said.
“Oh no no no no, it´s ok dear, I´ve already had
some this morning, that one´s just for you…besides, I´ll be buying some more
later at the store.” He thanked her for her hospitality and decided to keep it,
needless to say, when she said it was a big glass, she wasn´t lying, the glass
was huge.
He wondered why she didn´t pour the milk on two
smaller glasses, but he thought it´ll be rude to ask, so he started drinking.
He could barely hold the glass with one hand. But when the milk touched his
tongue, it was tasty, beyond tasty.
It was sweet, creamy, not like any other milk
he has had. He just drank and drank, when he put the glass back on the table,
half of the milk was gone. He was surprised to see how much he had drunk.
“I can see you liked the milk” Lillian said.
“Oh yes, it´s…it´s really delicious, where did
you buy it?” he asked.
“I bought it on…” she paused for a second, “on
the store, I reeeally like that brand, it´s more…nutritious.” She replied.
“I better visit the store to buy some, I really
loved it” she smiled affectionately when he said those words. “I guess I can
take the bus…sorry, which store is it? And also, what´s the bran…” then she cut
him out.
“I can drive you” she replied, he just blinked
a couple times, she said it fast, maybe sounding a little too eager.
“I wouldn’t like to bother, I can go on my own,
I just…” then she interrupted him once again.
“Don´t worry, I need to go either way, you´re
not bothering at all…besides, I would enjoy your company” by the way she
smiled, he could tell she liked to have him close, but she was one of those
people who always seem happy, so he wasn´t sure. But she meant nothing bad by
driving him there. Maybe she felt lonely…but he didn´t know anything about her,
this will be a good time to get to know her…for research purposes of course,
not that he likes to ogle at her.
“Thank you, I guess we could go together…” he
replied, feeling shy for some reason. She just held her hands tight next to her
face, loving the idea, giving him a pleased smile. Then, he decided to ask her
something, start a conversation, so that they could get to know each other
better. Just whatever random question.
One thing led to another and they ended up
talking and talking for a while. They talked about their lives, what they did
for a living, some hobbies and so on. With that, he found out more details
about her. Questions he had were answered.
She worked from home too, but she made her
money with trading, she said she liked it, working at her own rhythm, not
spending the whole day working; he understood where she was going, because he
did the same, but with videogames. Also, he found out she lived on her own, but
because she was a widow. She was married, but her husband passed out a couple
years ago, and she was really depressed about it.
He could see how a tear ran thru her cheek as
she talked about it, so he decided to comfort her, he tried to be as empathetic
as he could. She smiled at the fact that he was trying, ever since, she had not
interacted that much with other people. She just encaged herself in the house after
the funeral, and came out only for the most essential things.
He talked to her about his situation too, how
he was kicked out of his house, what his goals were and how he was able to
finally reach them. He felt proud about it. And she seemed to like to hear it.
After a while, they were done talking and stepped out of the house and headed
to the store. She locked her door as she held her purse on the other hand.
Then, they hoped inside the car.
She had a huge pick-up truck, which is not hard
to guess, a tall woman like her needs some extra room for her long legs. He was
impressed by the fact that he didn´t notice the car before. He fastened his sit
belt and then, he felt Lillian´s hand on his head, he froze there for a second
before she spoke.
“I really don´t get it honey, why would someone
kick such a fine young man out of his own house just like that…you poor thing”
she cooed, they talked about it a while ago, but it seems as if she just wasn´t
over it.
“It´s no big deal, trust me, it´s better this
way.” He replied, trying to sound confident. “Besides, if it wasn´t for that,
maybe I wouldn´t have achieved what I did” he added.
“Maybe you´re right…” she continued, now moving
her hand into his shoulder and looking straight forward, “maybe then, I
wouldn´t have met you…” she said turning back at him, he could swear her eyes
shined for a second as she spoke those words.
“You know…” she said as she started the car,
“if you ever feel lonely, or maybe…you just need a shoulder to rely on, you can
always come by, my door will always be open for you” she smiled at him, and he
did the same.
He felt a warm feeling inside him, he felt
good, welcome, as if she in fact liked him. A small part of him thought she was
just being nice for what he said. In a way, feeling sorry for him. But she
seemed to have good intentions, so he´ll allow it.
She drove all the way to the store, which
wasn´t very far, he tried to memorize the route for the future. He liked the
way how all the rest of the cars seemed so small; from his point of view,
sitting on a huge truck, all the other people seemed to be driving almost
ground level. It felt funny in a way.
Then he thought, “It must be funny to look at
the world from her point of view”, Lillian was really tall, which means that a
lot of people will look up to her; then he tried to imagine how it´ll look to
be walking next to her. She will totally dwarf him. But he didn´t have to use a
lot of his imagination to picture it.
They arrived to the store´s parking lot, hopped
out of the car and walked into the main door. The store had sliding glass
doors. He saw himself walking next to her, and just as he thought, he looked
small. Like a boy walking next to a grown up. Only that, in reality, he was
already 26 years old. But still, he started to feel self-conscious about it.
Yes, he was a young man being driven to the
store by his neighbor, nothing weird just a simple lift since he didn´t own a
car. But, it just didn´t seem that way; for those who didn´t knew, well, it
could seem as if a tiny boy was accompanying his amazonian mother to the store.
Which obviously wasn´t the case, and there´s a really small possibility for
other people to come to that conclusion. Still, he considered that as a
possibility.
Asides of involuntarily teasing him with her
huge and sensuously developed body, Lillian also made Jonathan have some
insecurities about his height. She was definitely taller, obviously her thick
body weighted more than his skinny barely nourished body and some other things.
She had proven to eat more than him, which is pretty logical, but is she
like…stronger too?
They had met enough times for him to become an
acquaintance with her, she still made him hard on his pants, but he was
beginning to get used to it. But now, he has come to realize something… she´s
huge. He has gone from alluring at her to actually start comparing himself to
her.
While she handed him the plate, he couldn´t
help but notice how much bigger her hands were compared to his. How her limbs
were so much thicker than his. He was starting to feel tiny, beginning to
notice how she was actually very intimidating.
Lucky for him, she was in fact very friendly,
she had proven that she meant no harm. She was actually the only one of his
neighbors he had met, and who had actually taken the time to invite him for
lunch. So far, she seems to be the nicest person there.
And in between all those thoughts of, well,
masculine insecurities, he wondered something…could she be like…into him? She
was attentive that´s for sure, but could there be maybe a secret reason behind
it? He had only seen her talk to him, and why would she invite him to have
lunch if he had just moved there the day before. Couldn´t she had invited some
other person…maybe a friend of hers?
He looked up to her as they walked into the
store, she just smiled at him as she pushed the shopping cart. He smiled back.
She just seemed to be liking his company. Maybe she had just alienated herself
from the rest of the people.
She said that she really had a hard time when
her husband passed away. That she sank into a darkness of depressed thoughts.
Perhaps, she just needed a new friend, someone whit whom she could start all
over. He didn´t dare to ask, because he thought it was rude, and he didn´t dare
to talk about it…he didn´t wanted to make her feel sad; even if she seemed to
be over with it.
He just kept going and picked all the stuff he
needed as they walked thru the aisles. He wanted to get a cart for his own, but
she insisted that there was no need, that they could share; she wasn´t buying
much things either way.
She just waited patiently as he picked his
groceries and waited for him next to the cart, picking one another thing for
her, but so far, she had only grabbed two or three things while he had more
than half of the shopping cart full.
He didn´t have any list written, he just picked
whatever he felt like eating during the week. He just wandered thru the aisles
checking at things randomly. From time to time, Lillian yelled from the other
end things like: “Honey, would you like to have some of these?” or “Jonathan,
dear, there´s an offer for this, and I know young man like yourself like those”
she was just being considerate and helping him pick up things, but it felt
really embarrassing.
No one will think of them as a couple, asides
of the height difference, she was older than him by a god deal. It seemed more
as if his aunt was helping him pick up his groceries. He felt some discomfort
as she spoke those words, but she didn´t mean nothing bad.
She just waited for him, with a tender smile as
she watched him putting thins into the cart. He just smiled back, but couldn´t
help to have an awkward feeling, she watched him saying no word. It felt weird,
having such a statuesque woman pushing his shopping cart behind him, just
waiting for him; it was kind of…strange.
He felt as if he wanted to ask what was she
smiling at? Could it be that she was like…making fun of him? But it couldn´t be
the case, it´s true that it wasn´t such a regular thing to go shopping for
groceries with your neighbor, he thought that she will buy her things and he´ll
go on his own way with his own shopping cart; but it obviously wasn´t the case.
Then, as they walked into the dairies, he asked.
“Hey, uhmm, so…which is the milk you buy?” he
just watched as her face turned from one of a lost lovestruck as she watched
him, into one more…intrigued, for some reason.
“Oh right, ehmmm, the milk I buy…” she said as
she stepped next to the cart and started walking into the section with the
milk. He was confused, why would she be looking at him in that way?
There was nothing to adore in him, much less
for such a woman, if he had been a muscular man around seven feet tall, mature,
then it will be more normal, but he was just a skinny 5´9” dude. Nothing
outstanding. Besides, she had been just looking at the whole section, from a
milk plastic bottle to the other.
She seemed not to know which one was it…so he
asked: “Uhmm, having a hard time finding it?” she just turned and answered: “Oh
no, haha, it´s…the one right here…” she said as she pulled a gallon of milk
from the lower part of the fridge.
“Wow, uhm, don´t you think that´s…maybe a bit
too big?” he asked, he wasn´t used to drinking milk, maybe a little on his
coffee, but never before he had bought a full gallon.
“Oh, don´t worry, I´m sure you´ll finish this
one before the end of the week, maybe even before weekend” she replied placing
the gallon into the cart.
“Maybe…maybe we could pick a smaller one?” he
asked.
“Oh, I´m sorry sweetheart, but this brand only
sells gallons…” she said it in sort of a relieve way, as if she wasn´t saying
the whole truth…besides, which company only produces gallons of milk? They were
in a random store, not a wholesale store. There was something suspicious about
it. But he´ll allow it this time.
They picked up some other things, paid and
loaded the truck with everything. It was already dark outside. She stopped
right in front of his drive way and helped him with his bags. They were a lot
of bags, so he could use some help. The weird thing was that she handed him all
the bags before he could pick.
“Why don´t you take these ones first while you
open the door…ok Johnny?” she said. He just nodded, wondering why she had
called him that way…he simply did as he was told and headed to his house.
He opened the door, and realized she gave him
all of the light bags, could she think of him as a weak man? He just sighed and
dropped the bags into the kitchen. When he turned, he saw her entering right
thru the door, holding all the rest of the bags with a minimum effort. He knew
those were at least the double of the ones he had, and weighted much more.
“Oh, thank you Lillian” he said.
“You´re welcome dear…I´ll leave this right
here…” she said as she dropped the rest of the bags next to the ones he had.
“Well, it was fun…but I have to head home…there´s a little something I have to
do, I hope you don´t mind if I don´t help you storing your groceries.” She said
as she stepped back.
“Oh no, there´s no problem, I really appreciate
you took the time to help me with this…thank you” he replied, she just smiled
back at him, warmly, and said “there´s no problem, dear, I can drive you every
time you need” and she winked at him.
She left as he finished storing all what was on
the bags, when the bags were empty, he seemed to have missed something…where´s
the milk? He opened the fridge to double check, but it wasn´t there. He checked
on the porch and still nothing.
“Hmm, maybe…maybe Lillian grabbed it by
mistake, but…she would´ve broad it back…right?” he checked on the ticket, he
had definitely paid for it, she lived right next door, so if she had picked it
by mistake, she could´ve return it.
“Maybe she´s busy” he thought. “I´ll ask her
for it tomorrow, now…let´s play some videogames…” he locked the door and went
straight into his bedroom to turn on his computer.
In the meantime, Lillian was on her kitchen,
she placed the gallon of milk on the sink, opened it and said as she poured the
whole container´s content on the sink: “Ok…I bet you´ll be liking mine more
this one honey…”. And just like that, all of the milk was washed away into the
pipeline, heading straight into the drain.