Nick was a wreck.  After making his way through the restaurant, he flung himself out into the cold night and turned towards Michelle’s home, struggling to keep his loose shorts from slipping as the tears streamed down his face.  It was a little scary being out in public all alone like this, in the dark of evening without anyone to protect him.  Michelle – she was usually the one protecting him … but he was so mad at her now, he felt so betrayed.  She had taken things into her own hands and he couldn’t stop it.  He felt so ashamed, so humiliated … he never wanted to see her again.

He approached her house and – oh no … there were vans parked out front on the street, more people loitering.  He knew they were photographers, maybe even reporters by now, and they were now insistent enough to wait at Michelle’s house …

He ducked behind some bushes just before Michelle’s lawn, with panic now added to his already wretched emotional state.  He was worried they might stop him if they saw him, make him answer questions … and worst of all, take pictures of him in his crying, miserable condition, with an embarrassing stain still soaking his front, captured on camera for everyone to see.

Miserable and afraid, he stumbled his way through the line of bushes and made for the back door.  The door was locked – but a nearby window wasn’t, and he was able to heave it open with effort and climb in to safety.

* * *

Michelle drove up several minutes later, making her way past the small throng of cars and people in front of her house – they were becoming a bit of a nuisance, but it was to be expected – and parked quickly in the garage, closing the garage door and shutting out the prying eyes outside.

She ducked through the doorway and entered the house, finding all the lights still off and Nick nowhere in sight.  But as she strode forward and clicked on the kitchen light, her high heels clacking loudly on the linoleum floor, she heard the sounds of whimpering coming from the adjacent living room.  She smiled privately, set her purse down, adjusted the hem of her now clearly undersized dress, and strode forward to meet him.

Nick was there, having collapsed to the floor next to his couch in the living room upon entering her house.  He now leaned against the armrest, facing away from the kitchen, still panting and sobbing miserably.  But as the kitchen light flicked on, and as Michelle’s long shadow cast itself against the wall Nick was facing, he turned his head almost instinctively as her heavy footsteps approached.

Oh god … as her towering form came into view, he rose to his feet as if in awe, perhaps subconsciously wanting to see how he measured up to her …

He gasped, stunned by how much more she filled out her pink dress – it had already been tight on her before dinner, but now …

He shuddered, taking in her sheer proportions.  Her face, her breasts, so so far above him.  Her legs, now actually taller than his entire body, with her waist higher than the top of his head.  Even the bottom of her dress, which had been shoulder height on him earlier, was now up just past his chin.  She was so … SO alluring …

He forgot his pain and anguish for just a moment, captivated, as she looked his way and whispered gently down to him, “Nicky …” in a voice so sweet.  She began to step cautiously towards him.

This was more than he could bear.  His emotions flashed to the surface as he shouted suddenly, “Go away!!” while turning his back to her.

She kept advancing.  “Nick, let me talk to you,” her tender voice called out from above.  He felt her hand touch his shoulder gently.

“I said GO AWAY!!” Nick cried out angrily, recoiling from her touch, dropping on all fours and crawling away from her like a miserable wretch.

He heard her take another step forward.  “Please, Nicky …”

He scurried even faster forward before she could lay her hand on him again.  His only place to go was under the end table, nestled against the corner of the living room next to the couch.  There was plenty of room for his small body to slide farther in and curl up miserably against the back corner.  “Just leave me alone …” he implored weakly, burying his head in his arms, blocking her and everything else from his mind as much as he could.  He couldn’t take this right now …

He heard heavy footfalls on the carpet in front of him.  Despite himself, he peeked out from over his arm to see the bottom halves of her impossibly long, shapely legs standing atop her 4-inch heels, planted firmly in front of his only escape route.  Her legs so smooth, so enticing …

But he turned his eyes away, looking at his dark surroundings – wall to his left, wall behind, couch to his right.  He had intended to get away from everything; but now, imagining her huge body looming over his little table shelter, he knew he had only succeeded in trapping himself, unable to avoid their upcoming confrontation.  He wasn’t ready yet … he needed more time …

He began to sob again as he heard her hand settle onto the roof of the end table above his head, landing with a dull thud.  “Nicky … I just want to talk …” she whispered softly, her voice so sweet and gentle, confounding him.  How could that same voice belong to someone who had just brought him so much grief and humiliation?

He watched her lower herself to her knees, her thighs coming fully into view, enormous yet shapely and firm.  “Please … just go away …” Nick muttered feebly, his feet pawing against the floor in front of him in a mindless attempt at retreat; but, of course, he had nowhere to go.

Squirming and murmuring miserably, he watched her turn sideways and bend over, using her left arm on the table above him for support as she leaning all the way down to allow her head to peek under the table to see him.

Nick’s jaw dropped; he moaned, his face contorted in both misery – and perverse fascination.  All he could see of her was her right arm propped against the floor, the edge of her right thigh just visible from behind the couch, the smooth contour of her taut stomach stretched horizontal above him.  And, of course, her breasts – those wonderful breasts, hanging down round and full from the force of gravity, his view from the side emphasizing their orb-like contour as they exceeded the coverage of her low-cut pink dress.  Even her visage was a sight to behold – her eyes so full of kindness and understanding, her smile radiating beauty and warmth …

Nick’s squirming died away.  He began to forget his anguish, even forgot his hatred for what she had done to him.  The sight of her had such a powerful effect …

She seemed to sense him calming.  She just hovered there for a few long moments, giving him time to settle down – did she see him staring at her body??

Soon her lips parted, and the soothing melody of her voice flooded his ears: “Oh, Nicky … I’m so sorry.  I never meant for that to happen …”

Nick’s heart stopped beating.  ‘Oh my god …’ he thought with wide-eyed amazement.  ‘She’s telling the truth …’  He wanted to believe it so much that it became true.  Every fiber in his body agreed unanimously; the sound of her voice, her beautiful smile, all of it convinced him instantly that he had been wrong.  He could hardly even remember why he had doubted her – just look at her … was that the face of someone who could lie to him?  No …

“I’ll explain everything to you, Nicky.  Just … won’t you come on out of there?”  Her hand invited him forward.

He saw no reason to stay away from her anymore.  He gladly shuffled forward, allowing her to help him to his feet, then standing before her in awe.  With her still on her knees, she still absolutely dwarfed him, the top of his head no higher than the uppermost edge of her bust, her chest staring him straight in the face. There was just so much of her to enjoy …

She began to speak again, though he hardly heard her words, so taken with the sweet sound of her voice as it lilted down to his ears.  “I was only trying to make you feel good at dinner, Nicky.  I didn’t think I was doing all that much to you.  I mean, if I had known you couldn’t handle it, then …”

Nick cried out involuntarily, more horrified and ashamed than ever.  Oh no … oh god no … she must think he’s so pathetic now …

But she saw his look and replied instantly, “Oh, sweetie, I didn’t mean it like that!  I just meant … well … it kinda makes me feel good, knowing you’re able to get so excited over me.  I mean, that’s it, isn’t it?  I’m just THAT pretty to you, aren’t I??”

He looked on in horror as she batted her eyes flirtatiously at him.  He knew she had him in a corner, with no way out but to finally admit his feelings for her.  He was starting to feel weak at the knees, so fraught with anxiety and tension.  Part of him wished to just tell her the truth – how thrilling it was just to be near her, how he hung on her every word, how excited he got just from catching her glance …

But he couldn’t find the courage to speak.  Maybe it just wasn’t in line with his ‘style’, as Nick Avery, lady killer?  … Or was this ‘lady killer’ simply too timid, too intimidated to tell her aloud …

He found himself remaining silent, actually hoping for once that SHE would make the first move … he actually wanted her to take the lead – because he couldn’t, he just didn’t have the will to do so.

But Michelle didn’t speak up; she only stayed where she was, looking down at him in silence, cocking her head to one side with growing bemusement.  The tension was becoming unbearable – Gah, why wouldn’t she just SAY something!!

She just kept staring, leaving him feeling so uncertain what to do.  He realized she must be expecting him to make a move – that’s what she would want, isn’t it?  He just didn’t feel so cool and macho anymore …

He knew he had to act now, while he had the chance.  He had to have her.  So he slowly, slowly inched towards her, his breath quickening with every little step he took.  He lifted his hand – god, he was trembling so much – and directed it towards her side, just under her arm, meaning to scoop his hand around to her back and hold her like he had held countless women before her.  But this time he scarcely had the courage to make contact with her dress.

Everything about her was so huge, so intimidating … He shuffled his feet further forward still, closing the distance until his hand was within reach of her side, while her bosom presented itself fully before his eyes, practically filling his vision.  He saw them rise and fall with each breath; he could literally feel the heat coming off of them.

His whole body was quivering now, and his knees threatened to give out at any moment.  Somehow, he managed to touch his hand against the pink fabric of her dress, on her side just below her bust, able to feel the outline of her bra strap running around to her back.

He looked up into her eyes meekly, only to find her watching all of this unfold with the utmost fascination.  She didn’t seem prepared to bend down to meet his lips – Oh no.  His next move would normally have been to swoop in for a steamy kiss … but her lips were so far above him that he would barely be able to reach them with his outstretched hand, much less kiss her!  She was only on her knees for Christ’s sake, yet if Nick wanted to kiss her he would literally have to CLIMB up her body, try to paw his way up her curves, maybe starting by wrapping his hands around her breast which was looming just inches in front of his eyes …

Oh god.  This was too much.  He couldn’t help it; he had to pull back, retreating timidly to a safe distance where he could breathe again.  His eyes flitted up to hers briefly but then looked down to his own feet in shame.  She was just too enormous, too heart-stoppingly sexy.  His mind began to travel to dark places, contemplating what this might mean for his self-image and persona.  He just couldn’t m—

“Nicky…?” he heard Michelle’s sweet voice call out curiously, lifting the last syllable into a question.  “What was that all about??”  Her tone wasn’t upset – rather, it was probing, trying to ascertain just what he was feeling right now.

He was too ashamed to look up.  He felt her eyes on him, studying him.

Finally, she reacted … by giggling.

“You were trying to start something with me, weren’t you!?”  She giggled again.  Nick slowly raised his eyes – admiring her body along the way – to find her grinning ear to ear with a delighted smile.  Eyeing him coquettishly, she probed, “Is that what you’ve been thinking about, this whole time we’ve been talking??  Getting it on with me??”

An involuntarily half-grunt, half-groan escaped Nick’s lips, knowing she was absolutely correct.  But he tried – perhaps unsuccessfully – to hide this from his face.

She saw him wince, which only brought more giggles as she said semi-apologetically, “Oh, I’m sorry, I just … had no idea you were still so … EAGER – you know, after what happened during dinner …”

He was so ashamed.  He couldn’t look her in the eye anymore.  How pathetic was he, that she hadn’t even REALIZED that he was trying to make a move on her.  She was making him feel so feeble, so overmatched.  He suddenly felt the urge to crawl under the end table again and disappear …

She laughed as she saw him begin to squirm.  “It’s OK, sweetie!  Actually, I find it flattering …”

Nick looked up into her eyes with wonder.  Her eyes flitted downward for a brief moment – Oh god, was she eyeing his erection – his (now) very obvious erection??  And had she also been looking there all while he had his head down??

He could hardly breathe, waiting for her to speak.  He couldn’t stand the tension.

Finally, with a sexually-charged smile, she lifted her finger and beckoned him forward.  “Come here …” she purred.

His eyes went wide.  He didn’t budge.

“It’s alright; I won’t bite …” she added with an alluring smirk.

Slowly, he felt himself shuffling forward again, his breaths quickening like last time, except even more so, almost reaching the point of hyperventilation by the time he was within arms’ reach of her bosom.

 He almost tried to retreat, but Michelle’s hand had snaked around his back and had begun gently encouraging him forward.  He looked up to hear her say, “I wasn’t planning on anything more tonight … It’s awful late, you know.”  She bit her lip and looked off to the side with playfully coquettishness, adding, “Buuut … I suppose one little goodnight kiss couldn’t hurt …”

Nick’s whole body tensed up; the intensity of his lust was so great that he panicked and tried to stumble backwards.  Yet Michelle’s hand had meanwhile risen to the back of his neck; there, she squeezed down on his skin – not quite painfully, but forcefully, enough to overwhelm his protests and leave him quivering motionlessly under her grip.  It all happened so fast, he wasn’t sure if she had even noticed him trying to flee.

But that mattered little now – he only stared up, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, his muscles tense, his back involuntarily arched back, his arms splayed down and behind him.  He held his breath, waiting for her next move with fright, anticipation – and especially lust.  For there was something powerfully exciting about the way she was holding him right now, in a way he had never felt before.

Calmly and casually, with a self-satisfied smile, Michelle used her free hand to brush the loose strands of hair out of her eyes.  Finally, she lowered her plush, full lips to his much smaller mouth.  Prying his lips apart with her own, she forced her tongue into his mouth, while tightening her grip on the back of his neck almost to the point of pain.  His tongue flopped around like a fish out of water, but Michelle’s much larger, stronger tongue moved at its own slow pace, back and forth a few times, working his mouth.

After just a few short seconds she withdrew and released his neck at the same time.  He gasped for air, his eyes rolling into his head, his back slumping without the support of her hand.  She caught him before he fell, but allowed him to sink slowly to the floor.  He seemed to be in a world of his own, staring up at her with hollow, needful urgency.

Michelle, meanwhile, stared back down at him in the dim light of the room, watching his reaction with detached bemusement, perhaps even disdain or … pity …

But her expression cleared, and she began backing away from him.  A soft, barely audible cry of despair escaped his lips.  She seemed content with a kiss – but he was not.  He needed her so badly now …

“Sweet dreams, Nicky …” she whispered with painful sweetness, turning her graceful form towards the hallway and walking down it towards her room.  When she was finally out of sight Nick exhaled loudly, more a gasp of desperation than a sigh of relief.

He could only think of her.  He could still taste the sweet cherry flavor of her lipstick, still feel her tongue inside his mouth, taking its time, moving at its own pace.  His neck still tingled from where she had grabbed him.  He rubbed that spot in amazement, remembering the strength of her hand as it had yanked his head back to meet her lips.  The thought her hand, so strong, so DOMINANT … Dear god, why was this turning him on so much?  The mere thought of it sent his member into wild spasms; he NEEDED release, he had to get these pants off, pull himself free of his underwear … He needed tissues … where … where …

Half-naked, his left hand groped frantically in the dark, knowing there should be a box of tissues on the coffee table; while his right hand descended to his crotch.  He found the box …  He yanked out a whole handful of them and brought them down – just in time, too.

He used up tissue after tissue over the next half hour, losing count.  Finally, exhausted, he collapsed onto the sofa and sank into a troubled sleep.