Synopsis:
Mia, a tall and muscular woman, and Jordan, a short bubble butt boy, have been friends for a long time. Drinking and hanging out is a pretty usual activity. However, tonight turns out different when Mia finds out that her friend is a masochistic virgin slut.
This is not too sex heavy but does end in this slut getting his ass fingered. This story will also switch POV.
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Mia's dorm was great. She had a Z-styled dorm and had somehow managed to get it all to herself. It even still had two mattresses in it. She had pushed them against one another to make herself one large Queen size.
I really loved her. I don't know why she still hung out with me this much. We were great friends. I felt I could brag about what we had. There were plenty of people who came to university as friends and then separated. Even in highschool that had happened to people. Somehow, Mia and I had retained our friendship which just meant that we would probably be this way forever. Over a decade of friendship and now here we were in our senior year of university.
"Alright, cheers!" Mia said. Whenever we were a few shots in like this, her voice would get deeper. Huskier. Speaking every word with her chest. I dinked her shot glass, a tiny bit spilling onto the mini black table, and then slammed it down. We placed our glasses back down and felt the warmth stretch across our chests.
"We should probably pace ourselves," I laughed out. It was only 9:30 and I was already feeling a bit woozy.
"Oh my god Jordan, you're so weakkkk. Drink like a man!" I laughed. She was the only person I felt comfortable talking to me like that. She poked fun at me but never in a terribly rude way like many others.
I was only 5'4. I had always been a smaller person. I had been able to watch her continuously get taller and bigger while I remained small and short. My arms were thin and weak. My hands were small with short fingers. A skinny flat chest. Fat that seemed to refuse to go anywhere else except to my butt. I had a big bubble butt. I was thin and feminine and I didn't help that look out by growing my hair long. It ran down to my upper back and was blonde with streaks of brown.
Mia had the body I wish I had. She was long and tan. Maybe 5'11. Or 6 feet. I wasn't sure. I think your height estimation caps out at about plus or minus 4-5 inches. Considering she was at least 6+ inches taller than me, I'd have believed her if she told me she was 6 foot 4. Her legs were long and sleek. Washboard abs. Boulder shoulders that extended into lean muscular arms. Long fingers with big palms. Decently sized boobs that weren't gigantic or small but instead fit her frame perfectly.
I had seen them before. They were perky and firm. Mia had a habit of taking off her top when we hung out. She didn't seem to mind. Around me, she was never shy. If anything, when we were together, she'd take any excuse to rip off her shirt and bra and let her titties breathe in the fresh air. I don't know why she did this. Maybe she liked that I clearly admired them but was too chicken shit to say anything.
For now, though, they remained confined within a dark red sports bra. Following that, were tight blue gym shorts that clung to her hips, thighs, and juicy ass.
All of this to say that I found her incredibly attractive. I think everyone did. Guys were always after her and she was usually going from relationship to relationship. I would compliment her but nothing incredibly sexual or overly-romantic. Thankfully, though not really, I also had a penis that was a bit on the smaller side. 4.5 inches and decently thick. It sucked but it made sure that even at my most erect moments, she was unable to tell.
"You know I can't handle my drinks! You should be taking like...I don't know, two shots for every one I take!" I replied.
"Hmm, not a bad idea," She smirked. Then, she stepped over the mini black table and wrapped her arm around me. Then, in one swoop, brought me crashing down along with her to the soft off-white couch.
"Ughhh. I broke up with Jason this week."
"Not that surprising, you're in a relationship for a month, 6 weeks tops!"
"Yeah, just no one fits what I actually want. Plus, they're so annoying." She had a proclivity of only attracting bigger cocky guys. Probably because those were only dudes willing to actually step up to her and ask her out. I was, unfortunately, on the opposite side of this spectrum. Small and weak with a feminine body. I had never so much as had a kiss in my life. A kissless virgin.
Not that I could blame girls. I wasn't attractive. I had a somewhat round face, thin nose, light medium-thickness eyebrows, and cheeks that were always too rosy. Mia was encouraging and would tell me she thought I looked good but that was just her being a friend.
"And what about you Jordan? Any girls you've been rizzing up?" We both burst out laughing at that word. So fucking cringe but funny.
"Yeah, of course of course, I've been slinging some dick at the local bars, what can I say," I shrugged my shoulders while having a stupid drunken grin plastered across my face.
"Oh yeah, I bet." She giggled and then continued, "I don't know. I just want someone to check at least like 80% of the boxes. Ugh, the worst is, "She got up and began pouring some new shots, "every guy I've been with, they just think they're god's at sex."
She picked up one of the now full shot glasses and bent down to me. The slit between her firm perky tits close enough that a spark of electricity could jump across our bodies. Her mouth coated my ear in her hot breath before whispering in a deepened guy-voice, "oh yeah baby, take that BIG. THICK. COCK!" She ended it in a yell and then straightened her back out, dropped her neck and head, and drank the shot down.
God, for a second there I was filled with horrific anxiety and anxiousness. Her mouth was so close to my ear and I could almost imagine the sensation of her lips on me. And then for such dirty words, it made me shiver for a moment. I was pretty sure that even in her joking pretend-guy voice, she said it better than any other dude could. If I was a girl and she was saying that to me, I might just cream my pants.
I grinned and then followed her lead and took my shot as well. Then, I got up and went to her mini-fridge and pulled out a Monster energy drink. Cracked it and drank it down, washing away the lingering burning from the vodka.
"Thanks for the demonstration, I'll make sure to say that my first time."
"Hahahaha, god Jordan no please. You knowwww, you still didn't answer me. Any girlies you been looking at?" She seemed a bit more serious this time. She would bring this up and then I'd get upset and then she'd drop it for a few months. Her big hazel eyes stared right at me.
"Mia...no one wants me." I replied honestly.
"When's the last time you even asked a girl out?"
"I don't know...Freshman year?"
"Exactly. You don't even put yourself out there."
Ugh. "Do we have to have this conversation?" I didn't want to talk about any of this. She knew why I didn't get girls. Why did we always have to rehash the same conversation?
"I think we do, yeah. What are you looking for in a girl?"
"We've had this conversation too."
"Oh jeez, just humor me dick."
"I don't know...I want someone who wants me. A girl who's as tall as me or shorter maybe. Beautiful and caring. Someone who looks at me and genuinely, genuinely, genuinelyyy, thinks to themselves that I look good."
"A girl your height? Why are you limiting yourself, why not a tall chick?" I rolled my eyes at this.
