Vanessa was clearly exhausted after getting thoroughly fucked by Liam, so as soon as all my friends left, she dragged me to the bed.
"Oh my god baby, that was incredible!" she said dreamily. She curled up beside me, and rested her still-sticky face on my chest. She was struggling to keep her eyes open, as she cuddled up to me.
"Thank you so much baby," she said, looking up at me with heavy lids. "My pussy is super sore, but you were such a good boy... does your little guy deserve some attention too?"
Vanessa still managed to appear innocent and adorable, despite having her face covered in cum, and being visibly cock drunk. She looked up at me with her sleepy eyes, gobs of spunk dripping off her cheeks. I could feel the cum as it soaked through my t-shirt.
"Um, yeah, that'd be awesome," I said to her, choosing to push past the 'little guy' comment.
"Mmm, it's so hard, baby," she said, after fishing my penis out of my jeans, her eyes barely open.
"Well, you make it so hard," I said, breathing heavily. "Fuck! You turn me on so much!" I groaned, as she lightly squeezed my boner. Vanessa giggled sleepily, and gave my stiffy a few low effort tugs.
In a matter of minutes Vanessa went from being pounded by a near stranger's massive cock, to practically falling sleep with my dick engulfed in her hand.
Her eyes had been fighting to stay open since she unzipped my pants. "It's so cute, baby," she mumbled out, slowly "... a cute, baby dick.... feels so small now."
She was quiet for a while, and her grip loosened, as Vanessa began lightly snoring. "I love you, baby... dick..." she whispered into my chest, as she finally drifted to sleep.
My emotions ran wild as I lay there. My freshly fucked girlfriend lying on top of me, and still holding my stiff dick, while I replayed the things she had just said about it before dozing off.
"Little guy."
"Cute, baby dick."
"Feels so small."
After a day practically built out of my biggest fears, and biggest fantasies, it ended with the confirmation and absolution of my deepest insecurity. The thing I've always been sure my past girlfriends were thinking, but which I could never fully admit to myself. It was the band-aid I'd been waiting to have ripped off.
Over the years I'd dated plenty of attractive girlfriends. I never seemed to have trouble getting through the first few dates, but as soon as things headed below the belt, I would see the looks on their formerly excited faces.
Some were better at hiding their disappointment, but none could completely maintain the look of excitement on their face before and after my briefs came down.
Vanessa was probably the quickest and most convincing girlfriend I'd ever had at turning around her look of realization after sizing up my dimensions.
But unlike others, despite the initial surprise, she actually seemed to truly enjoy the size of my penis. She always gave me a sense of comfort surrounding my penis, and my insecurities were dampened with her.
But that's not to say we had lots of intercourse, and up until now, she had been careful not to comment on my size at all. Some past girlfriends had unconvincingly called my dick big, and I often felt I would have preferred the truth to such a blatant lie.
Vanessa's silence on the topic was much appreciated, but it didn't change the fact that whenever we watched porn together, the cocks on the screen never looked a bit like mine.
Despite our relatively small amount of intercourse, we were still plenty sexual. We were often exploring porn sites together, with lots of hand jobs and oral being performed both ways. Vanessa also had a pink vibrator, that was longer but skinnier than my dick. She liked to rub it on her clit and fuck herself with it, and a couple of times she played around with it in her ass.
We did tons of sexual things together, and at this moment in time, I was recounting them all, and simultaneously trying to reconcile whether she had always thought I had "a cute baby dick," or if it was only because of Liam's massive cock that mine felt so small now.
At the same time I was also wrestling over the fact that my cock had never been harder. My dick was throbbing after just listening to the love of my life have the best sex of her life, with all my friends listening with me, cheering her on, and masturbating to it.
On paper it seemed like a horrifying check list, and yet I was at the height of sexual arousal. I was alternating between states of feeling mortified, and more free than I had ever felt in my life.
As I mentally relived the experience, I looked down at my gorgeous girlfriend, with her bright red hair, and cute freckled face resting on my chest, with cum still drying chin to forehead, and cheek to cheek.
I began slowly pumping my hips, with my raging erection still enclosed by her resting hand, and as all these thoughts raced in my head, I erupted in possibly the strongest orgasm I had ever experienced.
And as I drifted off to sleep, the only thought that remained was how much I loved Vanessa.
* * *
I woke up the next morning, trying to hold onto a spectacular dream. I only had a few flashes left to remember it by. Vanessa was of course, the center of attention. The dream started with a vast white expanse, and a white bed right in front of me. Vanessa was on top of it, playing with herself.
