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"Sorry Girl, He's Taken"
🕑 Added 2024-08-10 23:16:13 +0000 UTC“What am I doing tonight?” asked Logan, reaching back to brush the brown hair out of his handsome face. “Uh…eheh…that kind of…depends.”
Charlotte turned her head to the side, shifting her weight onto one hip as she grinned searchingly down at the cute little guy from Human Anatomy and Physiology II. The two of them had just gotten out of class, and were standing outside the science building on a lovely August afternoon. Charlotte had been quietly nursing a crush on Logan for weeks now, ever since the semester had started. The first thing she had noticed about him was how short he was – Charlotte herself was quite tall, at 5’9, so she was used to enjoying a height advantage over both men and women. But with Logan, it was a whole different comparison. It was very rare for her to meet a guy who was THIS much shorter than her. Standing in front of him now, the top of his head barely even came up to her chin.
But, strangely enough, Logan’s diminutive stature hadn’t been a turn-off for Charlotte at all. Instead, it had served as a quick way for her to notice him, and to realize that he actually had a super-handsome face. Not only that, but the whole way he behaved in class drew her attention…and her attraction. To begin with, he had the habit of sitting in the front row of the lecture hall, right next to Charlotte – he also wasn’t shy about raising his hand during class, always correctly answering questions with a self-confident ease (and a surprisingly deep voice!) that managed to avoid the common pitfalls of arrogance and pedantry.
Charlotte found him so oddly interesting because, despite his self-confidence in answering questions, Logan had this slow, sheepish, almost-bashful way of shuffling to and from class, as if he were still in the early stages of learning how to be comfortable around big groups of people. And the way that he always carried around this big pink water bottle, and kept his notes perfectly organized in neat stacks that he carefully put away in his binder after each class…Charlotte thought he was absolutely adorable. If he had been normal-sized or bigger, she might have been intimidated by him, or even thought that he was maybe even a jock-type, since his face certainly had pleasing, attractively masculine features. But he wasn’t normal-sized. He was tiny…and even though he typically wore an oversized hoodie to class, Charlotte had managed to steal a few glances at his wrists and forearms when he had pulled up his sleeves absentmindedly during lectures; and they looked so delicate and skinny.
It was so funny to Charlotte that she was having this reaction, and she had to laugh at herself a bit…but for some reason, the dichotomy between Logan’s handsome, manly face, and his short, skinny, cute little body was making her feel all kinds of hormonal, sexual ways that were contradictory. She wanted to protect him, but she also wanted to sit on his face. She wanted to listen to his deep, pleasantly masculine voice talk about physiology, but she also wanted to hear how high his voice could go when she was going down on him. She wanted to tease him about being a tiny little guy, but she also wanted to wrap her arms around him and coddle him, hugging him tight so that her big (E-cup!) boobs pressed out on either side of his slight body.
‘Geez, I’ve really fallen for this little dude, haven’t I?’ Charlotte chuckled to herself, before finally deciding to ask Logan out to dinner after class. But his equivocal answer had left her confused.
“Haha…depends?” laughed Charlotte, putting her hands on her hips as she towered over him. “Depends on what? I was just gonna ask if you wanted to grab a bite to eat together? I was thinking maybe that new Italian spot on Melody Drive. You know, across the street from the Ihop?”
As soon as Charlotte had proposed dinner, Logan had blushed and opened his mouth, holding up his finger like he was going to try and tell her he was busy and couldn’t go with her. But Charlotte had kept talking, plowing on ahead as she soaked in the cute sight of his rosy cheeks.
‘Aw, he probably hasn’t been asked out like this before,’ she thought. ‘And he’s nervous.’
“Yeah, I…uh, I know where you’re talking about,” Logan had managed to say a moment later, already sounding like he was apologizing. “But, uhh, Charlotte, I mean, that sounds really nice, but –”
“But whaaaat?” she teased, crossing her feet over each other as she smiled down at him, giving him a coquettish bat of her eyelashes. She knew she probably shouldn’t be enjoying teasing him like this, but it was just so hard not to. Ever since coming to college, Charlotte had really been opening herself up sexually. In high school, she had been shy and self-conscious about her height and weight – she had actually gotten herself down to 182 pounds this semester thanks to a solid workout regimen, but in high school she had been over 200 pounds. Now that she was fitter and healthier, though, Charlotte had decided that she wasn’t going to play the maiden waiting to be “taken” – no, SHE was going to go up to the cute guys and ask THEM out, just like she was doing right now.
But before Logan could answer, Charlotte’s eyes were suddenly drawn to something else…or rather, someONE else. A towering young woman, far taller than anyone Charlotte had ever seen, was coming up behind Logan. Two long, magenta pigtails issued out sideways from her head, bouncing steadily with her confident strides. Before either Charlotte or Logan could make a move, this statuesque girl had snaked both her hands onto Logan’s shoulders, completely dwarfing him in every way as she loomed up behind him. Charlotte was in shock – not only was this girl absolutely massive, she was drop-dead gorgeous…and clearly, from the deadpan expression on her face, she was NOT at all happy about Charlotte’s flirtations with Logan, who was quite clearly, Charlotte now realized, her boyfriend. The way his body sank slightly under the weight of her hands, as he gave Charlotte a smile, communicated to her that he was very used to being treated this way: with easy, effortless domination.
“Just got out of chem,” the giant girl said flatly down to Logan, squeezing his shoulders as she stared straight at Charlotte. “Who’s this?”
“Oh, um...aha, this is Charlotte,” Logan smiled, “We sit next to each other in bio.”
“Mhm,” the girl hummed, her big hands massaging Logan’s little shoulders. Charlotte could hardly believe what was happening, and she could feel her heart sinking – she hadn’t assumed that Logan was dating anyone, since he had been so small and…well…nerdy…and she was now kicking herself for making assumptions. But far beyond that, she was struggling to take in the sight of this huge girl. It was crazy – her frame was quite athletic, even a little muscular, but totally proportional. And if Charlotte could have guessed what Logan’s girlfriend looked like, this bombshell would have been the last person she would have thought of, no offense to Logan, of course. But girls who looked like THIS typically didn’t date little guys like Logan.
“Uh, Charlotte, this is Z,” Logan said pleasantly, glancing up at the behemoth massaging him, “My girlfriend.”
“Y-yeah, I, uh…eheh…I got that,” Charlotte chuckled, before quickly adding, so as not to sound petty, “Uhm, nice to meet you…Z.”
“Sorry girl,” Z responded in a short, no-nonsense declaration, “He’s taken.” She glanced down at Logan and planted a huge hand across his chest, gently but firmly pulling him backward into her. Charlotte was once again struck by how Logan appeared to be used to this easy domination; he didn’t look the least bit embarrassed that he was getting softly manhandled in this way. If anything, he seemed even more relaxed.
“Oh…I, uh…I wasn’t –” Charlotte stammered, trying to cover for herself in the shadow of this huge girl. At 5’9, Charlotte wasn’t at all used to craning her head up at anyone, especially women, but Z…it was incredible…this girl was WELL over 6 feet tall. Charlotte’s head barely even came up to her shoulders!
“Sure you were,” Z interrupted, not in a catty or aggressive way, but just in that same flat, matter-of-fact tone, “It was obvious. And I get it…I mean look at this little guy. Don’t you just wanna eat him up?”
Z cupped her big hand around Logan’s chin and averted it upward, so that he was looking straight up at her from in between her breasts. Her casual t-shirt somehow underscored her size – standing behind Logan this way, it was clear not only how much taller she was, but how much thicker and wider she was as well.
“You been drinking enough water?” Z asked Logan pointedly, glancing down at his oversized pink water bottle. He nodded up at her eagerly.
“Mmm, good,” Z replied, nodding slowly before letting his chin go as she turned back to Charlotte. A slow smirk had spread across Z’s face.
“I make sure he stays NICE and hydrated,” Z explained to Charlotte. “I suck his cock so much that he’d shrivel up into a little man-prune otherwise. Isn’t that right, baby?”
“Uh…eheh, that’s right,” Logan chuckled, now looking a bit sheepish.
“Tell Charlotte how tall I am,” Z ordered in that same flat tone.
“She’s…uh, she’s 6’9,” Logan said to Charlotte. His strangely conversational and unbothered tone told Charlotte that this probably wasn’t the first time that Z had made him say all this, and even though she was shocked at Z’s blatant sexual language, she had no comeback or means of escape. A crazy sexual dynamic had suddenly been unveiled to her, and she found herself floundering, having no idea what to think, but feeling bizarrely aroused in the process.
“Wow…uh, yeah, I…that makes total sense,” Charlotte replied genuinely, staring up at Z. “I…I think you’re the tallest person I’ve ever seen, Z.”
“Still growing too,” Z replied, looking down at Logan and massaging him some more with her hands. “Might end up being 2 feet taller than my little munchkin here.”
“Oh…y-yeah…wow,” was all Charlotte could say. The three of them stood there for several long seconds, with Charlotte feeling increasingly awkward, while Z just confidently kept massaging Logan’s shoulders with that same deadpan expression on her face.
“Alright well, catch you later, Charlotte,” Z said at last. “Little Logan and I are going shoe-shopping.” She bent her head sideways, looking down at her boyfriend. “Why don’t you tell her what we’re shopping for?”
Logan looked up at Charlotte and smiled – not an awkward smile, or a mocking smile, but rather the comforted smile of someone who is totally taken-care-of. And in that moment, Charlotte glanced down and saw that a blatant erection was pushing up through his pants.
“Heels…” he replied, his cheeks reddening slightly (not in embarrassment, Charlotte now understood…but arousal).
“Platform heels,” Z corrected, and the next moment, she had turned him around and marched him away. Charlotte stood there and could do nothing but gape at them walking off, with Z’s huge hand placed possessively across Logan’s back, and her shapely hips swerving and undulating in voluptuous vigor, directly even with his chest.
Comments
Fredz
This short story was so amazing! I wish there was more of Z and this story.
