Gender: Male Age: 45 Location: N/A
Catlyn is a tiny teenage girl who worries that she will never find a lover who understands what she needs. Things are complicated by the fact that Catlyn really doesn’t understand it herself.
Romance, teen male/teen female, first time, virginity.
Catlyn Shane had grown up being rather a happy little girl most of the time. Sure, it sometimes bothered her that her parents had given her a slightly odd name, but Cat really got over that at a pretty young age. The one thing that would sometimes throw her off her basically genial disposition was her physical size. She had always been the smallest girl in her class. That wore on her through the years, because she wanted to be an athlete.
Her parents and both her older brothers had all been athletes. They were somewhat little, too, but they were fierce. Dad had been a Golden Gloves champion in Detroit where he grew up as an Irish Catholic kid in a predominantly Arabic neighborhood. Cat’s two older brothers had been State medalists in wrestling. They had managed to find sports where their light weight could be an advantage. Cat probably could have been a good college gymnast like her mother had been, but her parents had moved away from the city into Michigan’s Upper Peninsula and settled in a small town. So, there was no gymnastics program within a hundred miles.
By high school, when the other girls were blossoming into tall beauties, Cat had become a cute little redheaded doll that everyone expected to be the class sweetheart. It didn’t fit her nature at all. She liked people, but she wanted to be their strong friend, not their adorable pet. She overcompensated in some ways. She was still friendly and outgoing, but she developed something of an edge to her. She was too easily offended by boys who looked at her like she was made of porcelain or tried to carry things for her. She wanted everyone to know that this Cat was anything but a helpless kitten.
Yet, she never hit five feet; she never weighed more than eighty-five pounds. While she’d won a lot of youth wrestling tournaments, she was actually too little to be able to wrestle the lightest weight on the high school team. The rules said she had to weigh at least 90 pounds to wrestle 103. So, even though she could beat the boy and the girl who filled the two smallest weight classes on the varsity team at her school, the coach had to tell her she wasn’t going to be able to compete. And there was no girls’ wrestling program in the area.
She finally found a refuge in the high school weight room. God, it felt good to her to pump iron, to grow stronger month-by-month. She felt more confident, and she felt sexy. She even picked up a nickname she came to love. Kara, the six-foot center on the girls’ basketball team watched her lift and then called the other girls over.
“Jesus, Kara, how many plates does she have on that thing?” one of the girls asked.
“I only lift with three. How many do you use?”
“Five,” Kara said softly.
Cat noticed them watching her, but didn’t stop her routine. “What?” she finally asked.
“How do you do that?” one of the girls asked.
“More than that,” Kara said. “You are tiny but mighty. What are you some kind of Power Elf or something?” Cat liked the sound of that. It was an athlete’s nickname, given to her by the star girls’ athlete in her class. And luck went her way when the other girls picked up on it. She went through her last three years of high school being called Power Elf or Elfie. Her brothers even bought her a little pink half-shirt with a custom-made “Power Elf” logo set against a superhero-style crest. She wore it often when she worked out. When Kara, one of the few “out” kids in her school, told her that it looked damned sexy on her Cat blushed but was genuinely happy.
There were some guys who had been turned off by the changes in Cat’s build. She never bulked up; she just became “cut” and rock hard. Some guys thought that was a bit strange. Still, there were plenty of other guys who were more turned on by her than ever. Her little breasts stood firm, and her ass was so toned that some of the boys would almost drool as they watched her lift in her short shorts. But the boys always seemed to fall into two categories. Most of the ones who liked her wanted to make her into their sweet little angel, a tiny thing to be cherished and protected from the big bad world. The rest wanted to own her. Girls were trophies or possessions to those guys, and Cat was neither of those. Even though she liked the looks of boys in general, she couldn’t help feeling the way she felt. None of them knew how to treat her.
There was one person who both wanted Cat and treated her like an equal in every way… Kara. There was no doubt in Cat’s mind that the girl was nursing a crush on her that was as big as the towering center herself. And Cat tried to return the feeling. She tried so very hard. Kara was long and slender and had gorgeous blonde hair. She wasn’t afraid to shove other girls around under the hoop, but when she dressed up on game days she looked almost like a model. Kara was amazing in every way a girl could be amazing, and she knew just exactly how to treat Cat. But Cat still couldn’t get herself worked up over Kara.
Finally, one night at one of her school’s beer bashes, locally infamous for their sexual playfulness, a slightly drunken Cat found Kara sitting on the end of the couch and crawled right on top of her. The Power Elf straddled the center’s long legs, took her face in both hands and kissed her square on her gorgeous lips. Kara wrapped her arms around Cat, and Cat kissed her again. It just wasn’t there. Kara sensed it and released the little redhead. “Now you know,” Kara said softly.
“I’m so sorry, Kara. I absolutely adore you, and I wanted it to work so bad.”
“I know, Elfie. I know. It’s not easy being queer in a small town. Do you have any idea how many times in junior high I tried to make myself fall for a nice boy? My whole life would have been so much simpler. You are what you are, and you’re not what I am.”
“I didn’t ever want to make you feel bad.”
Kara drew her tiny friend into her arms and pulled her head onto her shoulder. “I know, Elfie. Look, I think you are the hottest girl I have ever known, but I’m not dumb enough to have fallen completely in love with a girl who’s straighter than a flagpole. And the fact that you were willing to give it a try means a lot to me. It’s not like I ever have to worry about whether or not you think I’m a freak now. You seemed pretty okay with the notion of girls loving girls. You just aren’t one of those girls.”
“But you are a freak!” Cat teased. “No girl should be that tall.”
“Amazon.” Cat snuggled back into Kara’s shoulder. She didn’t mind her best friend’s arms wrapped around her, and she really didn’t give a shit if the rest of the kids at school now thought she was a lesbian. She wasn’t fucking any of the boys anyway.
But the boys didn’t get turned off by the gossip about her actions at the party. In fact, the ones who had wanted her to be their little plaything got even more aggressive since they now thought she was on the wild side sexually. In response, Cat became quite the little tease, knowing that she now had power over many of the big dumb animals who thought she was just a little girl. The advantage wasn’t easy to maintain, though. She knew her power came in the boys wanting her so badly. So she feared that if she “gave it up” to even one of them, her power over all of them was gone for good. Even the nice guys who still wanted to coddle and protect her were treated to the joy of Cat getting them all wound up but never seeing anything through.
So, Catlyn hit college with her virginity still intact. But she was coming to realize that her show of strength was costing her something. The other girls in the dorm all talked about thrills that she wasn’t experiencing, and it was making her feel like the last thing she wanted to be seen as, a little girl. Plus, when she reflected on it Cat felt like she really had been sort of rotten to the guys in her school. That showed weakness of character, and Cat didn’t allow herself that. After a long talk with Kara, who had chosen the same college and became her roomie, Cat resolved that her teasing days were over.
Besides, there was one other thing. Cat really wanted a boy. She had outgrown the phase where she resented them for being what they were, and she was starting to see their true appeal. Not just any boy would do, though. She wanted a guy who was smart and confident and knew enough about the world of love and romance to guide her past her lack of experience. She thought they would know how to treat a complicated girl like her. She even flirted a little with one of her professors. He was smart, handsome and worldly. It also turned out that—as Kara had predicted—he had a boyfriend. Still, Cat was determined to find just the right guy. She had worked too hard and too long at being strong to end up on her back for the first cute college guy that flashed her a bedroom smile.
Just before Christmas of her freshman year, Catlyn was in the campus fitness center for her daily hour-long circuit. The machines worked fine for the type of toning she did. The usual bunch of chowderheaded bodybuilder boys were over by the free weights, trying to catch the eyes of the girls. Some girls were drawn to them, but many, like Cat, were actually there to work out. There was a new guy with them today. He seemed different from the usual bunch.
The other boys wore tanks or sleeveless t-shirts with the midriff cut away, anything to show off their chiseled and sculpted physiques. Catlyn hated the look, and their technique. They lifted wrong, giving up flexibility and even strength to get showy, peaked muscles. This new boy just wore baggy shorts and a loose-fitting t-shirt with the campus logo on it. It was almost like he was trying NOT to get noticed. He didn’t have a belt or weightlifter’s gloves. His big rough hands seemed like they were toughened by years of manual labor. (She would later learn that he’d worked with his dad’s construction crew every summer for years.) He didn’t cast his eyes hungrily about the room at the girls in their form-fitting outfits. But, there was something about him that made Catlyn pause for a moment where none of the other guys had.
Adam caught her at it, of course. Adam was the biggest lecher of all the boys, and his eyes seemed to see every little movement in the room. “Hey, dudes, Power Elf is checking Nicky out!”
Tiny girls are nickname magnets. Once the crowd at the fitness center saw her favorite pink half-shirt, her college nickname was set. To tell the truth, Catlyn had done it on purpose, a pre-emptive strike against names like “Peanut” or “Tiny” or “Kitten.” But there was even more to it than that. The Power Elf had become something of an alternate persona for Cat. Whenever she felt weak or frightened, she would slip into Power Elf mode, convincing herself that she could do anything.
“Leave her alone. She’s working out,” the quiet and unassuming new boy said softly.
“Okay, bro, but she is a sexy little beast, and she never even glanced at one of us.”
“Shut up and spot me, Adam.” The new boy started to look at Cat, but didn’t let himself do it.
Cat was sort of impressed. Here was a guy who actually realized that she was there to lift weights, not pick up muscle-bound boys. Still, she did catch herself being distracted enough to sneak a few glances at the new boy. What had they called him? Nick? He wasn’t ripped like the others. He was just thick, in the good way. He was a little under six feet tall with a broad chest and legs like tree trunks. He didn’t have spiky or gelled hair like the others. It was just slightly messy short brown hair. He was in decent shape, but he obviously hadn’t been a bodybuilding fanatic his whole life. He was very, very solid, but not chiseled. When he started on the bench press, though, he pumped it a few times and then asked Adam to put a couple more discs on the bar. He was naturally very strong.
Cat finished her circuit and was going to head to the library. She studied as hard as she worked out. She had long ago realized that many men, and even women, won’t take a tiny girl seriously at first glance. When the time came in four or five years for her to interview for jobs, she’d better be able to plop down a transcript with nothing but A’s on it. She walked toward the towel rack.
Nick must have been allowing himself an occasional glance at her, because he beat her to the rack and handed her a towel. “I’m sorry,” he said, turning red from more than just the exertion of his workout.
“Sorry for what?”
“I hate to see people embarrassed. I get embarrassed easily myself. Adam shouldn’t have said that stuff in front of everyone.”
“I’m fine. It would take a lot more than Adam to get me upset.”
“Oh. I guess you’re stronger than I am,” he said softly.
“Look, Nick, right?” She waited for him to nod. “You were a perfect gentleman.” He had been, but shy freshman guys weren’t what she was looking for. She wanted someone to teach her the ways of the world. Still, this Nick was adorable in his awkward way. He finally allowed himself to really look at her for more than just a quick glance. He seemed to get a little lost in that. “Like what you see?” she said, slipping into her old teasing habit.
“I-um-sorry,” he said, again turning bright red.
Catlyn was just as embarrassed as Nick now. He had already confessed to hating awkward situations, and she had just thrown him right into one. She had promised herself she was going to be nicer to nice guys from now on. She sought for a way out and words just kind of escaped from her mouth. “Because I don’t mind the way you look at me, Nick.” Whoa, shit! Had she just said that? Now, she was in danger of being more of a tease than before.
“Thanks,” he said, suddenly brightening. “I know that I don’t know you that well, or even at all, but could I maybe call you for a cup of coffee or something?”
This wasn’t what she’d wanted to have happen. But it was her own damned fault. Besides, Adam and his buddies were watching now, ready to rib the hell out of this poor boy when she shot him down like she had when they’d made their completely unsolicited pitches to her. “Sure,” she said. “Okay. Go get your phone, Nick.” She entered her number into his phone under the name Power Elf and headed to the library. He didn’t call her for two days.
She had expected him to call sooner, but by the time he did call she was really in a mood for a break from the pre-finals crush of studying to which she had been subjecting herself. And, she had to admit that she had thought about this boy in the meantime. If he’d called right away she would have probably given him an excuse about being busy getting ready for finals and then hoped he’d never call back. The two days had let her reconsider him, and her time to reflect ended up weighing in Nick’s favor. He was such an odd mix of raw power and shyness that he intrigued her. She agreed to meet him for coffee at a little place several blocks off campus. It was quieter than the busy coffee bar closest to school.
Nick came in wearing a nice brown sweater and green slacks. He did seem like an earth tone kind of guy. Cat wore a light green blouse and her favorite very tight black jeans. They fit her toned little backside in just the perfect way. He saw her and smiled, almost seeming surprised. She realized that he had feared she might stand him up. That was high school Cat. College Cat was going to at least be considerate to nice guys.
Things didn’t go very well at first. Cat had to do almost all of the talking. Nick was very interested in everything she had to say, though, and he was unfailingly polite. Yet he seemed not only nervous in general but to be wrestling with something in particular. “Okay, Nick. What is it that you’re afraid to bring up?”
“I-I don’t know your name!” he admitted, flushing bright red. The guys he was with only knew her as Power Elf and she had actually put her number in his phone that way so that he would know whose number it was.
Catlyn laughed. “I guess you wouldn’t. Be nice to me for a while; maybe I’ll tell you sometime.” This was another tease, but it wasn’t one that really made Nick feel awkward. He had confessed his problem, and she hadn’t been offended. Nick finally started to talk.
“I almost called you like thirty seconds after you left the fitness center,” he said, feeling like he might as well keep confessing. It had gone well the first time. “But I didn’t want to seem overeager.”
“You’ve been nothing but sweet. I was surprised when you didn’t call right away, but now that I think about it, it might have backfired on you if you had. It worked out well this way.”
They got into the whole “getting to know you” conversation then. He had been a pretty good fullback in high school, but he fell between the cracks where college ball was concerned. He wasn’t fast enough to play in the backfield, and he was too short to ever grow into a lineman. She laughed at that. He was five-eleven, and that made him a full foot taller than her. “Yeah,” he said, “but combine that with how strong you are and that just somehow makes you really, really sexy. I mean to me—I mean—you’re very appealing.” He put a hand to his forehead. “Oh God, why did I ever decide speaking would be a good idea?”
“Nick,” she said, touching his hand. “It’s okay for you to call me sexy. The way guys like Adam say I’m sexy makes me feel like meat. The way you say it makes me feel… sexy.”
“I don’t think I ever used that word to a girl’s face before.”
“Why are you so shy, Nick? You’re a big strong boy. There had to be girls who liked you before.”
“Well, I had a girlfriend almost all the way through high school. But it was never some really hot romance. It took us until May of our senior year to realize we were just best friends who happened to be a boy and a girl. I think a big part of the reason we stayed together was it gave us an excuse not to have to put ourselves out there and risk getting rejected by other people. How about you? There had to have been lots of boys who fell for you.”
Catlyn found herself saying aloud something she had never confessed to anyone but Kara before. Nick did that to her somehow; he accidentally made her want to be completely honest in order to match his sincerity. “Nick, I was an awful little tease in high school. I’m a tiny person, and I have this fear of being patronized. I liked the power their horniness gave me over big, strong guys. I had dates, but I never let anyone get close to me or even get very far with me.”
“I hope I can. I mean, get close to you.” He turned red yet again. “Why do I ever talk?” he groaned.
“I knew what you meant, Nick.” She looked into his big brown eyes. “Catlyn.”
“Thanks,” he said, and took her hand. “It’s kind of chilly, but do you wanna go for a walk?”
“Yeah, I really do.”
They saw each other twice more before the Holidays, managing to sneak in some time for very long winter walks during finals week. Like their coffee date, each meeting ended with a single, sweet kiss. During break, one or the other called almost every day. Every time, it got harder and harder for Cat to hang up.
When her big brothers dropped her off on the way to their school in January, Nick met her outside the dorm. Catlyn didn’t protest when he took her heavy bag from the trunk of the car and started carrying it to the dorm. “Hey, Elfie, come here,” Patrick called from the passenger side of the car.
“Didn’t tell us you had a boyfriend.”
“Well, we’re not that serious yet.”
“Really?” he said, looking to Eddie and then grinning as he turned back to their little sister. “You burned up three months’ worth of cellphone minutes with him in three weeks of break. But the clincher is that this is the first time we’ve ever seen you let a boy carry anything for you.” Eddie quickly pulled the car away, making sure that they had gotten the last word.
“What was that?” Nick asked.
“They said you’re my boyfriend.”
“I wouldn’t hate it.” So much for the plan to bag a worldly older man. She’d fallen for one of the most homespun and shy boys she had ever known.
Nick dropped her bag and took her in his powerful arms. He held her tightly and then bent down to give her a long kiss, the first time they had ever touched tongues. “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, Cat.” She didn’t believe that, but she knew that he did.
She stayed in his arms for a long time. Finally, the cold air was too much to stand. She picked up her bag from where it had been in the snow. “This is why I never let boys carry my things,” she said. “They’re always dropping them in a snow bank and trying to stick their tongue in my mouth.” She carried the bag into the dorm, but he opened all the doors for her. She even slipped him her keys so that he could open up her room.
Kara and her girlfriend were just scrambling off the bed when the door opened. “Kara, have you two been naughty?” Cat teased.
“Well, I was naughty,” Kara answered. “But Teagen was being nice.”
“Teagen, this is Nick, my boyfriend!”
Teagen started to greet Nick, but was cut off by Kara’s loud squeal as she ran to Nick and hugged him. “I always hoped she’d pick you. I actually like you!” the tall girl declared. “Elfie, Teagen’s roomie isn’t getting in until tomorrow, and Teagen asked me to stay over. So, I guess you and your new BOYFRIEND! YEAH! Will have some privacy today.”
Teagen grabbed Kara’s hand and pulled her toward the door. “Time to go, sweetie,” she said. “Let the nice kids enjoy their moment without you getting them all embarrassed.”
Kara beamed at the couple, but Teagen pulled her a little harder. “So—see ya!” They were out of the room before they even finished putting on their winter jackets.
“So…” Cat said, suddenly feeling a little nervous. “Alone in the room with my new boyfriend.” Her voice betrayed her slight uneasiness.
“Yeah, um, look I don’t want you to feel any pressure to do anything. If you want to go out or something…”
“Nick, I’m not nervous about whether or not I want to do anything. I know I want to. I’m just afraid that I’ll be awful at it.”
“Oh,” he seemed to understand at first. But then he took in all of what she’d said. “Wait. Did you just say we were gonna…?”
“I said I wanted to. I believe good manners require that I ask whether or not you want to as well.”
“Cat, I’m just shy, not gay. And I’m worried that I might be awful at it, too. Sarah and I never… not all the way.”
“Did I tell you that?”
“In your own way. Look, not to take the mystery out of this by over-talking it, but my mom did decide it was a good idea for me to go on the pill before I started college. And since we’re both virgins….”
Nick was thrilled at where she was going with that. He gazed into her blue eyes and sighed. “Is it too soon for the L-word?”
“I’m not a lesbian, Nick,” she teased.
“I’m in lesbian with you,” Nick said, quoting Scott Pilgrim.
Catlyn laughed. She had told him she loved the movie, but he had never seen it. Sometime over break he had watched it for her. She felt a very warm feeling inside, and not just down low where her other warm feelings had been starting to grow. Then she got serious. “I never gave anyone that kind of power over me before,” she whispered. She looked into his adoring eyes and touched his big thick arms. “You’re so wonderful, Nick. I love you.”
“I love you, too. And, Cat, I guarantee I will not discover three years from now that we’re just best friends.”
“And I promise you I’m not teasing,” she said as she took his hand and led him to the bed. They kissed for a very long time, and they loved every second of it. Somehow, despite their inexperience, they had done it right. The long walks and intimate phone conversations had allowed them to know one another better than some couples that had been humping each other’s brains out for months. And now, there was so much anticipation and wonder in what they were doing. Cat hadn’t expected to get out of the car and right into bed with Nick, but she had known that she wanted it to happen pretty soon anyway.
Cat was beginning to overcome her nervousness. Things were feeling right, and she was pretty sure her instincts were going to serve her well enough to get through this. She had begun college imagining that the boy or man she finally fell for was going to be confident and guide her through her first time. But here she was with a freshman virgin who was even more nervous than she was. Yet that seemed right, too. What she thought she’d wanted turned out to be not she had wanted at all. That was not the first time that happened to Cat, and it definitely would not be the last.
Nick’s big hands were even trembling when he finally brought them up over her sweater and touched her breasts. Catlyn cooed softly and her head drifted slowly backwards. “Wow!” he whispered.
“What?” She hadn’t really done anything to prompt him to have such a strong reaction.
“You’re just so amazing!”
She was amazing? All she had done was react naturally when his big hands gently touched her over her sweater. He was the one who made her feel so good. She guessed he’d liked the soft noise she’d made in response to his touches. That was good; Cat tended to talk a lot and make a lot of noises in normal life. She was probably going to make more than a few during something as wonderful as this was shaping out to be. She loved the feel of his hands on top of her sweater, but she wanted more, and she wanted it to happen pretty quickly. “Take my sweater off, Nick. Take my bra off, too. I want your big hands right on me.” The size of his hands and the sheer mass of his powerful body were turning her on more than she’d realized they would.
Nick did as she asked, and then let out another little wow when her breasts didn’t drop at all after the bra came off them. Again she noticed the size of his hands, and the way they were a little calloused and rough from hard work. This time it was Cat who emitted a whispered “wow.” Nick was emboldened by her reaction and lowered his lips and tongue to her nipples. The heat of his breath was a turn-on all by itself. Cat clutched at the back of his neck as he kissed her and flicked her nipples with his tongue. He was now officially “further” than any boy had ever gotten with her. Cat knew that none of the other boys would have thrilled her the way Nick did. “Oh, God, I am so glad I waited until I found you, Nick.”
Nick was silent, but moved his lips to hers and kissed her passionately as he slowly slid a hand across her rock hard belly down to the button on her jeans. He gave a slight cry of alarm when she bounded up from the bed. He thought he had done something wrong. Immediately, he looked ashamed. He was afraid he had been as greedy and creepy as the guys in the weight room.
“It’s okay, Nick. I just needed to…” She stopped talking and grabbed the bottom of his sweater and pulled it off over his head. She kicked out of her shoes and slid her jeans down to the floor. His big hands reached out and grasped her firm little thighs.
“My god, they’re so strong!” he said, seeming transfixed by them. He massaged them lightly, and Cat was driven to distraction by how close his hands were to the place she really wanted them to go next. She reached down and grasped one of his thumbs, sliding it inside of her panties and to her labia. He began to slowly slide it along them. She was so hungry for him now. She had known she had wanted to do this, but she had been unprepared for how desperate the longing could become when the moment got this close. Had she made boys in her school feel like this and then shut them down? She had been worse than she ever realized.
She moved his hand aside and slid out of her panties, standing completely naked before him. She brought the hand back and steered the thumb to her clit. He gently rubbed her there and she had to lean forward onto him as he sat on the edge of the bed. “You’re so warm,” he whispered. She kissed him on the neck and ear.
“OHHHH!” she cried aloud as his thumb found just the right way to glide over her clit. She was not in a place where she could whisper anymore. “OOOO!” She grabbed him by the head and pulled him to her chest where he managed to tease her breasts with his tongue again. “Holy shit! Let’s do it, Nick! Let’s just do it now!” She pulled him up from the bed and helped him out of the rest of his clothes. She inspected him. It was the first time she had seen him completely naked. “Sweet Jesus!” she exclaimed.
Cat hadn’t had much by way of intimate contact, but she did party with the kids in high school, and the boys in her class hadn’t been shy about showing their dicks at their sexually charged beer bashes. She had even judged a measuring contest between boys whose friends had placed bet on who had the longest schlong in class. Those two boys had been longer than Nick, but he was so much thicker. All things considered, there was a lot more to him than there was to them. His shaft reflected the rest of his body. Not overly long, but blessed with great mass. Cat had imagined what one of those long, thin penises would feel like inside of her. She had never imagined what something like this would be like. She instinctively reached out and grabbed it. It was warm, and the skin seemed soft, but it was hard as hell inside. “Well,” she thought to herself, “you always wanted to get treated like a big girl. If other girls can handle one of these, you can too.”
Nick was moaning in ecstasy as Cat handled him. She was trying to get the feel of his shaft, trying to understand what it was going to mean for her. “Brace yourself,” she said to him. She realized he was so lost in the moment that he almost missed her meaning. But when she put a hand to his chest and backed him toward the door, he got it. Just as she was about to leap up onto him, she changed her mind and ran over to her i-pod dock and turned up the music. She had every reason to believe she might be about to make a few very loud noises. How could she not if that big, beautiful thing was going to go up inside of her?
Nick was a few steps away from the door now, but his tree-trunk legs were ready for her. She stepped close to him, put her strong little hands on his shoulders and jumped up into his arms. He caught her as if she were no heavier than the pillow on the bed they were ignoring. His big hands scooped under her tight little butt cheeks and he brought her so that she was straddling his midsection.
“Your body is incredible,” he said, barely audible over the music.
“I love you,” she said, not forgetting that this was more than animal passion. She wasn’t even sure why she wanted to do it this way on her very first attempt, but she was pretty sure she just wanted to feel how incredibly strong he was. And for once in her life, she wanted to feel like her tiny body let her do something some other girls might not be able to do. What’s the point of being the Power Elf if you’re not going to take advantage of having a strong but tiny body?
She reached down between her legs and pulled his erection toward her tight little opening. He was letting her control how much weight she was putting down. She was able to stop with just the tip of him touching her. She rubbed it up and down the length of her slit a few times, wetting it with her juices. Then, she positioned him for entry. She slowly lowered her weight while holding him steady. “Uh!” she said softly as it slid very slowly into her. Then, when the full mass of the head began to stretch her, she became louder. “UNNNNNH! UH!” as it popped through. “Ahhhh!” as she found she could handle its mass for an inch or two at least.
He was quite big, and it hurt a little. But she was a tiny girl and had always known it would probably be a little painful for her the first time. Years of weight training had accustomed her to pain. She rocked gently on the first inch or so, reveling in the pleasure, and even—she was a little frightened to discover—the pain. “No pain, no gain,” she recited the oldest weightlifter’s mantra in her mind.
Finally, she was ready. She kissed him on the lips and looked him in the eyes. “You okay, baby?” he asked gently.
“I can take it,” she said bravely. “Go for it.” Nick pushed her down slightly while bringing his hips up toward her. His thickness spread her so quickly that she wondered whether it was the tip of his cock that took her cherry or whether the walls of her vagina had simply been spread so wide that they tore free from it. There was a moment of pain that she hated, but not because of the pain itself. She hated it because she cried out. “Oh, fuck! Owie!” She had so wanted to be a big girl, but her cry was childlike. Nick froze. “No, baby, do it! Do it as hard as you want! I can take it!”
Nick spun around and pressed her back to the door. He took her at her word. She knew he had deep respect for her toughness and understood that she valued it a great deal. He didn’t wildly pound into her, but he gave her stroke after powerful stroke with his thick cock. And it hurt for a while. Cat clutched at him and even bit him on the shoulder as tears ran from her eyes. She was tiny, and he was huge. That was inescapable. If they were ever going to be the passionate lovers she dreamed of them becoming, she was going to have to adjust to her man’s size.
And somewhere in the midst of all her thoughts on toughness and her dreams of their passionate future, everything began to change. There was still pain; there would be the first dozen or so times they made love. But the pain was now in the background. It was dull compared to the intense pleasures she was feeling. “Oh, God, Nick! Oh, God! It’s good now!”
“It’s so wonderful, Cat! I love you.” Now he was picking up speed. Each push into her felt like it forced the air from her lungs, and as he withdrew it was like he was allowing her room to breathe. They were in a rhythm now, but it was a reverse rhythm. Air out when he went in; air in when he pulled out. She was trapped between his broad body and the door, but that was okay. He was so strong that he had perfect control even when he drove into her over and over. She took his love up inside her again and again.
But finally she wanted to move, and he sensed it. He turned around and put his own back to the door. She began to rise and fall. Her strong little legs allowed her to move her hips however she wanted. He actually came to a complete stop and just let her go. He was as steady as an oak tree, and she could bounce and twist and do as she pleased without ever giving a thought to her balance or tumbling from his arms. “Oh, God! Oh, God! I’m gonna cum!” he said, and Cat responded by increasing her efforts.
She was using her body to please him now. She had been seeking her own pleasure before, finding out what felt wonderful and what felt even better than that. But now, she had a chance to finally satisfy a boy’s desire instead of frustrating it. It would never make up for what she had done to the other boys, but Cat was experiencing the thrill and the power that came with delivering pleasure instead of teasing with it.
Suddenly, his big hands clamped down on her firm little ass and he clutched her to him. She couldn’t have moved away if she wanted to, but that was the last thing on her mind. His thick cock was deep, deep inside her now, spreading her more than ever before, and she wanted that. Then, he began to tremble as he emptied warm, wonderful spurts of his seed into her. This touched parts of her that even his shaft hadn’t been able to reach. Cat had imagined that it would be a wonderful physical sensation to feel him release inside her, but she had never imagined how emotional the moment would be. She began to weep, and not in a way that shamed her. Nick seemed to know that it was just an outpouring of wonderful feminine emotion.
He didn’t ask if she was okay. He cradled her bottom in one of his big hands and moved her hips away from just enough so that he could get his thumb back to her clit. He gently massaged it and looked into her eyes as he brought her pleasure. He wasn’t the crying type, but she could see he was filled with emotion as well. She met his gaze and let the emotion and the sheer physical pleasure build up in her until she thought she was going to burst. Finally, her body gave her her release, and she climaxed. She had never made a sound even remotely similar to the one she made in that moment. Her Irish upbringing made her think of it as a Banshee’s wail. The sound was loud, long and wordless. She bucked and thrashed, crashing into his strong body like breakers on a rocky shore. “Oh, my god,” she whispered after her loud cries had subsided. “Nick? Can we do that again?”
It was a stupid question. They were both in good shape, and they were madly in love. He might have had cause to wonder whether she would be too sore to continue, but there was no need to ask him. He carried her to the bed and put her gently down onto her back. He knelt between her legs. There had been no time for him to recover. Cat sat up and gently stroked him, trying to bring him back to full size. “Harder,” he groaned. Cat had just learned that boys are sensitive right after an orgasm. She got good hold of the base of his shaft and began to pump it. It seemed to be the right place to touch him. He quickly began to rise. He was ready for a second time, and so was she.
Nick did something that threw Cat slightly. He silently pushed her down to the bed with one hand and left the hand on her chest. It was all very gentle, but it reminded her of the immense difference between the amount of power she had in her body versus the amount he had in his. He wasn’t pushing her hard by any means, but she hadn’t expected to go in that direction. Still, she had bent that way as if she was a sheet of paper. Cat didn’t like things like that. It reminded her of times when she accidentally bumped into a big guy and she bounced off but he didn’t move. Her conscious mind told her that she should hate it, but her emotions sent a different message. Her heart felt a thrill, and her body reacted by spreading her legs and clutching toward him.
Then came a new sensation. The daylight coming into the room through the window disappeared. He was descending on her, and her eyes saw nothing but his broad chest and his strong shoulders. His weight moved onto her. He supported a great deal of it on his arms, but he was more than two-and-a-half times her weight. Cat had never felt anything like it. She was confronted with a wall of boy. Part of her was frightened. She was helpless under him. It was against her perception of her nature. But again her heart thrilled to it, and her body swelled with lust as his warm skin came in contact with her. She hadn’t known she would want this, but she did. And the fear was not detracting from it. She felt a little bit of shame when she realized that she loved the way in which the whole thing was slightly scary.
Some trick in her subconscious willed her to be afraid of him entering her again. She was catching onto the way her sexual mind worked. Something in her wanted a bit of fear, a bit of shame, even a bit of pain. Her gentle boy positioned his big shaft against her tiny opening and pushed into her. Cat clutched at his back and neck, crying aloud in ecstasy as she felt like he would split her in two. She knew better, but she wanted to believe that the moment was fraught with danger.
He was up inside her now, and she was pinned beneath him. She was crying out with pleasure, but she was imagining what it would be like if she was actually fighting against him. She knew that she could stop him with a word or even a cry that didn’t sound like one of joy. But she also realized that she couldn’t stop him physically. He could have let go with both hands and the power of his hips pressing down on hers would have held her in place. She had hated feeling any loss of control her entire life, but with Nick she found she loved it. Again and again he spread her with his thrusts. And again and again she felt shame at the way she almost wished it hurt more than this. “Take me,” she whispered, not quite wanting to cry it aloud. “Take me, Nick.”
She could tell how hard he was working to be both gentle and strong, and he was succeeding. He rarely spoke, but when he did his speech consisted of words like “beautiful” “wonderful” and “love.” He would sometimes bend his neck down to kiss her, but it was difficult. He was a foot taller. He would lift his upper body, and she would lavish his chest with kisses. She was the one with the Power Elf t-shirt, but she thought a chest like his deserved to have a big Kryptonian “S” on it. She even once brought a finger up to him and traced the design on his torso.
“So good,” she muttered. “Nick, you’re so good.” He was setting her on fire inside. He seemed to hit the right spot with every stroke. There was so much of him in her, how could he miss? And he was definitely experiencing the same kind of pleasure. She knew boys liked girls who were tight, and she had to have felt tight to him. She still wondered how he’d ever managed to get that damned thing inside her in the first place, and each time he moved she felt herself stretch. It must have felt like a little hand squeezing him every time. And if her being wet gave a boy pleasure, which she had been told it did, then he must have been happy there, too. Cat felt like she was leaking out all over the place. Her body was very responsive to what he was doing, and she still had some of his first wonderful burst of fluid inside of her. Cat could tell by the way he was beginning to tense up and change strokes that he was about to erupt again.
His timing was perfect, because she had a storm gathering inside her as well. “It’s coming, Nick. You have me there! Go, baby, go!” He responded with a series of quick, sharp thrusts that teased her to the very edge. She had no idea if that was for her benefit or just what his body needed, but it didn’t matter. It was going to send them both over. Once again, he grabbed her little bottom and held her so tight that she couldn’t move at all. He drove his full length into her, and when their hips collided, they both were taken by the throes of a climax even more powerful than their first.
Cat saw forever in that moment. She saw children and grandchildren and birthdays and Christmases. She saw his kind eyes in an old man’s face and his big old hand still holding her tiny old hand on long walks in the wintry air. “Oh, Nick,” she said softly, finding her gentle voice had returned. “Oh, Nick. I saw…”
“Forever,” he said, completing her thought.
They rested in each other’s arms, and Cat felt his powerful heart pounding. She wasn’t sure about everything her future held, but she now felt certain that a Power Elf mated for life. There was no doubt that he would be the only lover she would ever take into her bed. And the way he held her so tightly and the way he stroked her hair and kissed her told her that he felt the exact same way.
But loving just one person forever is a difficult task, especially when you’re very young and just discovering who you are going to be for the rest of your life. In that moment, neither of them realized how difficult it would be to meet your lover’s needs over the long years. It would test them in ways they never imagined, but their hearts were even stronger than their bodies, and they would find a way.
PART TWO coming soon.
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