Chapter 2

Jason turned to Eve and sarcastically rolled his eyes at the mention of her friend.

“Oohhh Lauren’s coming over?” he asked, wincing. “What’s she want?” 

“She has a present for me!” said Eve, laughing indignantly as she threw one of her socks at her boyfriend. “And besides, don’t act like you don’t love Lauren! Come on, admit it — she’s, like, the coolest girl you know.”

Jason mimed thinking as he brought his hand up to his chin. “Hmmmm, well yeah, I’ll admit, Lauren’s pretty cool.”

“Duh!” exclaimed Eve, throwing her suitcase open and starting to pack her things inside.

“And I mean, if I wasn’t going out with you…ya know…” Jason persisted, and a devious smile appeared on his face. Eve threw another sock at him, hitting him in the face. 

“Ass!” she laughed. "Like you’d ever have a chance with Lauren.”

“You’re right,” he said, nodding his head. “I don’t think I have enough tattoos to meet her threshold.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” agreed Eve, “and you’re also probably not submissive enough.”

“Submissive enough?” asked Jason, confused. 

“Well yeah, Jason,” said Eve matter-of-factly as she folded up her shirts. “Haven’t you ever noticed that the guys she goes out with are always…um…well, to start with, a good deal smaller than her?” 

“Yeah, I guess I noticed that,” he said mildly, sidling over and sitting next to her on the bed as he started to fold up her underwear. 

“Wait! No, not my underwear!” she said quickly, reaching over and snatching them out of his hands. 

“What? Why not?” he asked, a bit surprised. 

“I…I’m just self-conscious, is all,” she said, taking the rest of her underwear pile and moving it behind her. “You know…there are…stains and whatnot.”

“Stains?” asked Jason blankly. 

“Yeah, from my periods,” said Eve.

“Oh! Oh…” said Jason, nodding his head. He had always been a little weirded out by period blood, and didn’t really like having sex when Eve was on hers. The thing was, she was often quite horny when she was on her period, so it had, at one point, been a point of contention in their relationship, with Eve feeling hurt that Jason didn’t want to have sex with her when she was menstruating and Jason feeling put-upon that Eve was expecting him to engage in sexual activity when he found her nether regions a bit…off-putting, to say the least. At one point Eve had angrily told him that a real man would embrace every aspect of her body, and wouldn’t get all squeamish and repulsed just because she was menstruating. She had said that she had learned how to deal with it in sixth grade, so he should be able to deal with it when he was significantly older. 

This had all happened about a year ago, and they had made up and dropped the whole issue, but even with this little aside in the conversation, both of them felt the old hurt feelings start to well up inside again. Jason felt a little twinge of irritation as he remembered Eve’s angry words about him not being a “real man,” and Eve felt more than just a little poke of anger as she thought back to Jason’s unapologetic revulsion when he saw her bleeding that one time during sex. The immature little bastard, not being able to deal with the natural processes of a woman’s body…thinking all women were just smooth little swans, perfectly fashioned for the male gaze…he didn’t even know how long it took her to shave her legs every morning, to pluck her eyebrows, to get her make-up just right, to straighten her hair…and when he saw a little blood coming out of her he goes as soft as a…

But these were all just flashes of thought. In less than a couple seconds they had dissipated. Eve even felt a little guilty for the bubbling-up of those feelings from the past, and she compensated by smiling warmly at Jason. His face brightened up immediately when he saw her gorgeous smile, and he returned it in kind. She felt a bit of a sinking feeling in her gut when she saw him respond to her so instantly like that…it made her feel like she had a little more power in the exchange than she was comfortable with. She didn’t like leading their exchanges as much as she liked following his lead. That was one big reason why they were going out — more than anyone else in school, Jason projected strength and confidence, and it turned Eve on to no end. But here she was, getting anxious over the tiniest little exchanges. 

‘I need to relax,’ she told herself, and she took a couple deep breaths. 

“Everything ok there?” asked Jason, looking at her curiously. 

“Uh-huh,” she said, nodding her head. “I just got nervous all of a sudden for some reason.”

“Nervous?” asked Jason. “About what?” He looked nervous himself for a moment or two, and Eve’s anxiety increased again; once again he was just following her lead without even realizing it! But she felt a wash of relief when he suddenly burst out laughing.

“Are you nervous about what Lauren’s gonna bring you?” he teased.

“N-noooo!” she said truthfully as she laughed and blushed. But she could tell from the way she was acting that she was making it appear like that was the reason, and Jason capitalized on it and persisted with his teasing. 

“Oh my god, you are!” he laughed. “What, are you worried that Lauren’s gonna bring you something weird? Something…you know…kind of “out there?”” 

“Like what?” she asked through her laughter. 

“I don’t know! Like some kind of big ole’ sex toy or something!?” he said, smiling. 

“You are just too much, you know that?” she giggled. “A sex toy!? Please.”

“What, you act like that’s not a distinct possibility,” he said semi-seriously. “This is Lauren we’re talking about. You know, Lauren, the girl who got caught blowing James Woodson behind the bass drum in the band room?” 

“Oh Jesus, enough!” she laughed, throwing more of her clothes at him. “She said that was the only time that she was gonna get James alone! Plus he was always super-shy. She had to capitalize on her chance!”

“Uh-huh,” said Jason sarcastically. They folded Eve’s clothes for another minute or so, until Jason broke the silence again. “You know…you’re right — I had never even really thought about it, but Lauren totally does only go for smaller guys.”

“And not only smaller,” said Eve, nodding her head, “but, like, submissive too.” 

“What exactly do you mean by that?” asked Jason. “You keep using that word.” He had a bit of a strange feeling in his stomach when Eve was talking about these things, and he wanted to understand exactly what she was getting at. Something about it felt…worrying, or even dangerous. But he was too curious not to ask. 

“Well, you know, submissive,” said Eve, shrugging her shoulders. “Like, she likes to be in charge in the relationship. She likes to call the shots.”

“Oh!” said Jason, chuckling. “I thought you were talking about…uh…other stuff.”

“What “other stuff?”” Eve asked, narrowing her eyes at her boyfriend as she smiled. 

Jason raised his eyebrows as he took his turn to shrug and spread his arms open wide. “Like, oh, I don’t know…all that weird stuff about, uh…what is it called…that acronym…BD something.”

“BDSM?” ventured Eve. 

“That’s it,” said Jason. “Yeah, BDSM. Like, isn’t that what the “s” stands for…”submissive?”” 

“You can ask Lauren when she gets here,” laughed Eve. “I’m sure she’ll know.” 

“Yeah…” said Jason, trailing off a little. He didn’t know why, but he could feel a strange energy between himself and his girlfriend when this subject was out in the open. It felt a little uncomfortable, almost like both of them wanted to keep talking about it but were too embarrassed or weirded out by the prospect. They continued folding and packing Eve’s clothes in silence for another minute or so. Eve could feel the strange energy too — and it was making her feel…a bit aroused. Even hearing Jason say “BDSM” out loud made her think about what it would be like if they…ever did anything like that. She had to admit, a few times when they had had sex, she imagined Jason being even more aggressive. He was already aggressive enough, and sometimes smacked her hard on the ass as he fucked her from behind. She loved that. But recently, she had even begun to imagine him doing more…like talking dirty to her, getting rougher with her, and even choking her with his hands or with his cock. He had only face-fucked her a couple times, and he had seemed a little turned off by the choking and gagging sounds she was making. Unlike Jason, Eve was definitely interested exploring more…alternative sexual experiences. 

But she hadn’t really talked to him about it, and what’s more, thinking about these things also made her feel dirty. She didn’t really know how to voice these desires, and one big reason why she had avoided doing so was because she thought it would freak Jason out. He was already scared of her menstrual blood…he might really flip out if she asked him to choke her or “dom” her. So she had recently begun to satisfy herself by watching porn of especially masculine men, totally ripped and tatted up, having rough sex with smaller, prone, submissive women. She liked to imagine herself as one of those women, tied up, begging to be let go, to be spared, and then to have her pleas ignored as she was brutally fucked into silence. She knew what the letters in “BDSM” stood for. But she was afraid to get into it with Jason. She was afraid of him disappointing her. 

“Who is Lauren seeing now, anyway?” piped up Jason a moment later. 

“I think…William Langley, isn’t that right?” said Eve. She suddenly found herself immensely attracted to Jason, and his innocent ignorance. He was such a hunk. And he was so into her. She pivoted around on the bed, bouncing as she turned to face him, putting her arms on her full thighs. She leaned in towards him, her lips pursed in a mocking pout. “Gee, you’re mighty interested in what Lauren’s got going on these days, huh?” she teased. 

“What!?” he shot back, creasing his brow. “I was just curious! You’re the one who said she could come over, anyway!”

“Classic misdirection!” exclaimed Eve, pointing her finger. “You’re just nervous because Lauren’s probably bringing me a giant dildo and you’re afraid that it’s gonna make you feel inadequate!”

‘I…just…what!?” laughed Jason, his head spinning a little. “I…I won’t even dignify that with a response!” 

“Ha!” said Eve, affecting a snotty attitude as she turned her nose up in the air.

“Besides,” said Jason, smiling confidently, “you were singing a different tune a few minutes ago. You didn’t seem to need anything…bigger when I was inside you.” 

Eve had opened her mouth and was about to utter a snarky comeback when the doorbell rang. 

“That’ll be Lauren,” she said excitedly, bounding off the bed. “No sniffing my underwear before I get back, you perv.” 

“Once again, no response,” chuckled Jason, putting his hands up in the air. Eve went to go let Lauren in and he had a few moments of private thought. He was always a little bit nervous when Lauren was around — to start with, she was knock-out hot, and he didn’t want Eve to catch him ogling at her curves. What’s more, Lauren was confident…like super-confident…almost disarmingly so. If she wasn’t so naturally jolly, it would definitely seem that she went through life with a chip on her shoulder. She thrived on confrontation, albeit playful, and Jason felt like he always had to be on his toes around her…otherwise, she might embarrass him and trap him in his own words, like she had done a few times before. Lauren and Eve were good friends, best friends, even, and a few times he had caught Lauren looking at him closely. Her steady, piercing blue eyes made him feel naked, and Jason sometimes got the feeling that she was scrutinizing him, as if trying to make sure that he was good enough for Eve. In these little moments, which had only happened a couple times, Jason felt nervous, defensive, and even threatened. But he had brushed them aside — he was probably overthinking the whole thing. And besides, Lauren seemed to like him fine. 

He heard Eve and Lauren laughing as they approached the bedroom, Eve with her characteristic giggles, and Lauren with her usual hefty and bombastic guffaw. Eve pushed the door open and their laughter spilled out louder into the room. Jason unconsciously stood up to greet them and saw that it wasn’t just the two girls. There was another guy with them…Lauren’s boyfriend, William Langley. Apparently he was tagging along with her, attached at the hip. This all made sense, Jason thought. William was totally Lauren’s bitch — he followed her around everywhere she went. He had a sudden flash of insight — was this what Eve was talking about? The whole domination-submission thing? William was standing a little behind Lauren, his shoulders hunched forward, looking quite small. He held a large wrapped package in his arms. At 5’6, William was only a couple inches shorter than Jason, but unlike Jason he was quite skinny. His arms and legs were little rails, especially compared to his girlfriend. Lauren stood there confidently, looking all the more powerful and vigorous next to her paltry boyfriend. She was a couple inches taller than Jason, standing at a healthy 5’10, and even though she was 3 inches shorter than Eve, she weighed a good deal more. Lauren sported a full, thick figure, with wide, substantial hips, powerful thighs, and an impressively oversized ass. So many jocks had tried and failed to go out with her. Jason was momentarily dazed by her figure, but recovered quickly, looking at Lauren and smiling.

“Well, if it isn’t the man himself?” said Lauren loudly, putting her hands on her hips. “Look at that, William, you can take a page or two out of Jason’s book — this is what boyfriends are good for: folding our clothes!” 

“Well you know me, Lauren,” rebutted Jason, “I’m the sensitive type.” 

Lauren cackled, appreciating Jason’s quick response. “Ooo yes, the sensitive type, very good! Although I’m sorry to say, I think little William’s got you beat in sensitivity here.” She gestured over to her small boyfriend. “I had this guy rub my feet for a solid hour this morning. And you wanted to go even longer, didn’t you?” 

William shrugged and looked up at Lauren. “Well, you have awesome feet, so…yeah.” 

“Don’t make it sound so boring, twerp!” she teased, stepping in and giving him a little shove in the chest with her fingers. He stumbled a couple steps back with a sheepish grin on his face. Clearly, he had no problem whatsoever being addressed this way. Jason watched the interaction for a moment and made eye contact with Eve. Her eyebrow went up, as if to say ‘This is what I was talking about.’ He smiled and turned to William, feeling an odd, warm rush of confidence. Though he didn’t realize it, he felt this way because it seemed clear to him that he was the only truly masculine presence in the room.

“How’s it going, William?” he inquired. 

“I’m good,” said William simply, looking at Jason and smiling. “Actually…I’m very good. It was a…a nice morning, you know?”

“Sounds like it!” said Jason, chuckling, not wanting to get too deep into the particulars. There was something about William’s openness…his quiet confidence in shamelessly following Lauren’s lead, that made Jason feel a little uncomfortable. But he brushed it off without much of a thought.

Lauren walked over and stood directly behind William. She was wearing black platform boots, which went well with her torn jeans and her tight, black, punk-rock top. Her boots put her up above 6 feet tall, to 6’2, standing a full inch taller than Eve in her bare feet. But standing behind William this way, Jason couldn’t help but think that Lauren looked…fearsome. In her boots, she rose a full half-foot taller than her boyfriend, and their clothing styles almost seemed to underline the power dynamic that was going on. William was wearing simple, oversized cargo shorts that his stick-like legs poked out of down below, and an oversized navy t-shirt that made him look, well…kind of like a middle schooler. In contrast, Lauren stood high above him in her shiny black boots, completely filling out her rooms jeans with her thick thighs, wide hips, and prodigious ass, with her upper body likewise filling out her tight black shirt. Her full arms extended down over William’s shoulders, her sharp black fingernails raking themselves over his chest, as she put her chin on top of his head and smiled devilishly.

“Any morning that he rubs my feet is a good morning,” she said sultrily, winking at Eve and Jason. She nuzzled his ear with her face, reaching out her tongue as she stuck it in his ear for a moment as she nibbled sexily on his lobe. He closed his eyes and started breathing hard. Jason wished she would stop — this was too much PDA, and he looked down at Eve’s carpet. In truth, he only felt annoyed because the two of them were obviously comfortable enough to do stuff like this in front of other people. It made him jealous. 

Eve was staring at the couple, a little wide-eyed. She was used to seeing Lauren do this kind of thing with her boyfriends, but for some reason seeing it all like this, in her bedroom, made her feel instantly wet. Just the way that Lauren was effortlessly consuming him from behind…shamelessly turning him on like that in front of them. It made her feel all kinds of different conflicting things. It made her want to have sex with Jason again; it made her want him to just shove his fingers into her snatch; it made her want to stride over to him and grab his dick in front of Lauren, as if to playfully one-up her; it made her want to go over and stand over William imposingly, sandwiching him into Lauren with her body. She looked down at her friend’s shiny black boots. God they were sexy. 

“Well go on, mister!” said Lauren suddenly, urging William forward towards Eve with a little push. “Give Eve her present!” 

William stumbled a little, looked up at Eve, and then held out the wrapped package towards her. Jason watched the whole exchange, noticing that William’s eyes only came up to Eve’s shoulders. Even as she craned down to graciously accept the gift, she looked positively huge next to him. Jason swallowed a little uncomfortably. Surely…he didn’t look like that next to her, right? He glanced down at his own chiseled body. No…of course not. 

“What!?” said Eve in mock surprise, putting her hand to her chest. “For meeee??” William smiled as she accepted the package, looking over deviously at Lauren. “Is this a sex toy?” she asked, laughing. “Jason and I thought it might be a sex toy.” 

Lauren chuckled as she pulled William back over to her, putting her hands through his hair. “Well, in a manner of speaking, yes it is,” she said. She glanced down at William. “I mean, for us they are, anyway.” 

Eve giggled. “Oh my god, Lauren — so mysterious! Well, let’s see.” She tore eagerly into the package. Jason felt his heart quickening. Why was he feeling like this? Why was he suddenly feeling so nervous? Eve gasped as she looked at the opened package, her eyes wide as her mouth hung open. 

“What?” asked Jason, a little more desperately than he intended to sound. “What is it?” 

With her eyes and mouth still open wide, Eve turned to him and showed him the package: it was a pair of shiny, black, stiletto platform boots. Jason felt himself go cold as he felt something uncomfortable twinge in his groin. His heart beat faster, and he experienced a series of unpleasant prickling sensations across his arms and down into his hands and feet. 

“Well?” asked Lauren, grinning from ear to ear as she held William to her bosom. “Whaddya think, girl?”

“I…I love them,” said Eve deeply, her eyes lost in the heels for a moment. She looked over at Lauren, and a huge smile appeared on her face. “I was just looking at your boots and thinking how hot they were!” she said excitedly. “It’s like you just read my mind!” 

“And those are a little taller, even, than mine!” said Lauren happily. “Mine are 4 inches, which is good enough, especially for little William here, but with you, well, I thought, Eve’s already plenty tall — why not just go all-out and help her become a full-blown amazon?” 

“Oh my god!” said Eve, blinking at the heels. “How tall are they?”

“6 inches!” said Lauren animatedly. 

“6…I’ll…I’ll be 6’7 in these!” said Eve, wide-eyed. 

“Yeah!” said Lauren. “Like I said, an amazon!” Come on, let’s see you try them on! I wanna make sure they fit your feet right and everything. Otherwise I can take them back and get them in the right size. They’re a women’s size 11, but I don’t know if that’s right or not for this brand.”

“Well, 11 usually fits me pretty good,” said Eve, taking the heels out of the box. She looked over to Jason and laughed. He was just looking at her stupidly, not quite believing what was happening. “You ok over there, Jason?” she giggled. 

“Y-yeah…” he said, blinking and trying to recover himself. “I just…uh…yeah, wow.” 

“Aww, you don’t mind, do you?” asked Eve as she sat down on her bed and started pulling one of the heels onto her feet. 

“What? No! No, of…of course not!” said Jason. But he did mind, though. The prospect of Eve towering almost a foot above him was intimidating to say the least. He looked over at Lauren. What was she playing at, anyway? She looked back at him challengingly, as if to say, ‘What, you can’t take it?’ 

“Let’s see…lemme just get these on here,” said Eve carefully as she pulled the heels onto her foot. “Yep! Seems to fit fine!” 

“Good!” said Lauren, massaging William’s little chest from behind. “Now put the other one on and stand up — we wanna see how you look!” 

“Was this your idea?” asked Jason to Lauren, smiling and chuckling casually to mask the seriousness of his question. 

“Of course!” said Lauren, as if it had been an obvious answer. “What, you think this was little William’s idea?” 

“No…no, now that I think about it, of course it was your idea,” said Jason, still chuckling. 

But he stopped talking, because Eve had just stood up. Lauren gasped. William’s mouth fell open. Jason’s stomach twisted up inside him, and Eve herself gasped as she put her hand over her mouth, stifling an incredulous smile. She looked absolutely enormous. She rose up so high above everyone else that it was almost comical. And her legs looked natural with the heels on — her limbs were already so long that the big heels harmonized, rather than clashed, with her appearance. She immediately looked down at Jason and started laughing. How could she not? The top of his head was now even with her shoulders, and he found that he was looking straight forward into her boobs. As if to emphasize the novelty of the size comparison, she walked over and stood directly in front of him, drawing herself up. 

“Eve…s-stop it!” protested Jason, turning away from her. “It’s…it’s too much!” 

“Awww, boyfriend can’t take it, huh?” mocked Lauren. 

“Oh knock it off, will you?” snapped Jason. 

“Wowww,” said Eve from high above, “this…this is incredible, Lauren. I feel like I’m…like, floating on a cloud.” 

“Pretty cool, huh?” agreed Lauren. “Well, you look great, girl, despite what insecure little Jason over here says.”

“Hey!” exclaimed Jason. “I’m not insecure! It’s just…just…”

“Just what?” asked Eve, turning over and looking down at him, smiling brightly. “Come on, Jason, don’t be like that! I feel awesome in these!” 

“W-well…y-yeah,” said Jason, and he quickly realized that he was going to look like an asshole if he didn’t pretend in a hurry that everything was ok. He took a deep breath and smiled up at her. “I mean…you do look pretty bangin' in those.”

“Awww!” said Eve, “thaaaankksss!” 

“That’s the spirit, Jason!” said Lauren.

“Yeah, I was just…wow, yeah…just a little shocked there for a second, is all,” he said, satisfied that he had made a sufficient recovery. 

“Aw don’t worry, baby,” said Eve, bending down and engulfing him in a boob-height hug. “You’re always gonna be my little stud, no matter how tall I am.”

“Haha!” laughed Jason, feeling deeply uncomfortable on the inside. 

“You should totally wear those to the dance in two weeks!” said Lauren, referring to the beginning-of-the-year freshman dance at their new college. 

“Oh my god I totally should!” said Eve excitedly. She turned to look down at Jason. “You wouldn’t mind, would you, Jason?”

“To…to the dance?” he asked.