Eve walked back to Jason's room, feeling almost dazed from her encounter with Ben in the men's restroom. She had never seen anyone that big in her entire life -- Eve wasn't accustomed to feeling small, or at least short, around anyone...but she had been staring straight into this guy's neck! He had to be at least 6'7 or 6'8...and his hand when she shook it...his whole body...good lord he was huge. And hairy. Eve was barely registering that, by all conventional measures, Ben was almost animalistically unattractive. With his hairy, muscled forearms, his shaggy black beard, and his checkerboard flannel shirt, he had looked like a rough, grizzled lumberjack who had stepped out of a time machine from the 1800's.
But Eve wasn't thinking about any of that; instead, she was thinking about Ben's aura...the easy, gentle way he had held himself with her as he washed his hands. Everything about him seemed so confident, so easy, so effortless -- and his gentle ease contrasted starkly with his hulking, beastly appearance. Yes, his voice had been exceptionally deep, but it had carried a softness to it that really caught Eve off-guard. She never felt like this around anyone -- she was a confident person, and getting more and more confident by the day. But meeting this new man...for that was what Ben was...a man...had inspired a whole host of strange and conflicting feelings within her.
So preoccupied was she with meeting this new person that Eve almost forgot the situation she was walking back into. She pulled down on the handle to Jason's door and came back in. Jason had been lying on his back in bed, barely budging since Eve left, as he struggled to make sense of his girlfriend's newly-aggressive and insistent sexuality. As Eve came in, without even thinking, Jason struggled up into a sitting position and grabbed his phone off his nightstand. Something internal compelled him to behave this way, even though he wasn't aware of it. Subconsciously, he didn't want Eve to think that he had just been lying there in shock. But Eve had seen him struggle to sit up, and she immediately felt a stab of irritation penetrate her core.
'Oh right,' she thought, almost bitterly, 'I'm coming back into this mess.'
But she immediately chastised herself for having this thought.
'It's not a mess, Eve,' she reminded herself. 'Stop being so dramatic.'
She suddenly realized that she was in a good mood, and she decided to try and spread it.
"Haha, Jason, no need to panic, it's just me!" she laughed, mentally making the choice to ignore how he had bolted upright.
"I...I, uh...well, yeah...so you um, you washed your face and everything?" Jason ventured.
"Yep!" chirped Eve, going over to the corner of the bed and sitting down, half-facing Jason as she reached down to the floor for her discarded socks and started putting them on. She wasn't going to play the "awkward game" with him -- she could hear the uncertainty in his voice, and she knew that he was hoping for some kind of lead from her, some kind of indication about how they should proceed. But she was in a good mood, and she was just going to act happy.
"Were there, uh...didja run into any guys in there?" asked Jason.
Eve suddenly realized that she didn't want to talk about meeting Ben. She was still processing it all, and she didn't want to give any indication as to how she was feeling about it. The encounter felt private. She also realized that she was already starting to feel a growing sense of guilt, around that encounter, and around their recent sex. She shouldn't be subjecting her poor boyfriend to all these strange new whims she had been having, right!? Just because she had been feeling extra horny didn't mean that he had to immediately follow suit and satisfy her, did it??
'But there's nothing wrong with wanting to be dominated by another man,' said a voice inside her head. 'It's not your fault that your sexuality is outgrowing Jason's. Maybe he just doesn't have what it takes to keep up with you.'
Once again, Eve viciously chastised herself for having these thoughts. It wasn't fair to Jason -- it just wasn't. She was getting way out ahead of herself, and it wasn't ok to give credence to these voices that had been growing more prominent in her mind for the last few weeks.
"Uh...haha, yeah, I actually did," laughed Eve after a bit of a pause. "Some guy came in with a shower caddy and a towel, and uh...haha, I think I scared him off."
"Scared him off? Just because you're a girl?" asked Jason, who was feeling internal relief at having some kind of normal conversation to participate in.
"Yep! Pretty sure," smiled Eve, shaking her head. "He was actually...well, kind of unpleasant."
"What?" asked Jason with growing energy as he sidled up to sit next to her on the edge of the bed. "Was he a jerk to you? What did he look like?"
"Kinda," said Eve. She appreciated Jason's defensive instincts...really, she did. But what Jason didn't know was that if she had really needed some defending in that restroom, the man she had just met would have been more than adequate.
"But he didn't, like, threaten me or anything. Haha, not like he could've done anything to me if he wanted to. He was a small little guy...short and skinny. I could've totally taken him, easy."
"Wait, short and skinny!? An all-around sour horse's ass?? It must have been Jeremy!" exclaimed Jason.
Eve, who already knew his name, thanks to Ben, almost nodded her head and agreed. But she caught herself -- even though it wasn't necessarily so, telling Jason that she already knew Jeremy's name might compel Jason to ask how she knew, and then she would either have to make something up or tell him about meeting Ben as well. And she didn't want to do either of those things.
"Maybe so," said Eve, shrugging. "Sharp nose, short brown hair...kind of looks like a mouse..."
"Oh yeah, that's Jeremy," nodded Jason, flaring his nostrils. "I'm gonna give that little pipsqueak a piece of my mind next time I see him."
"Aww, you don't have to do that," said Eve appreciatively, reaching over and putting her hand on Jason's thigh. She suddenly realized that, aside from her shoes and her professional top that went over her t-shirt, she was fully dressed, and he was still totally naked. It flashed through her mind that she liked being clothed next to his nude, muscular body. It was like she was...examining him or something...like a specimen. Her clit twinged a little as she felt a soft, pleasant coolness drip down her spine.
'Geez, what the fuck is going on with me?' she thought, almost laughing at the nearly-absurd increase in her sex drive recently. She also noticed how, despite Jason's muscular definition, she rose up above him by several inches, with them sitting next to each other on the bed. The top of Jason's head was under her eyes, right at her nose, and his eyes were just below her chin.
"I actually walked up to him and, like...loomed over him for a second," continued Eve, chuckling. "He was being rude, so I decided to make him feel...well, a little small."
"Oh my god, I bet his mouth was hanging open!" laughed Jason, looking up at her mirthfully. "Jeremy's like...uh, I don't know how tall he is. All I know is that he seems pretty short to me. So for you...haha, I bet he made you feel like a giantess."
"Yeah, you know what? He actually did there for a minute!" said Eve smiling. She suddenly straightened herself up, ascending tall in her sitting position as she rose up even higher above him. Jason was sitting more casually, with his back curved into a "C" shape, and his shoulders hunched, so that now, with Eve sitting up strongly, Jason realized that his eyes were just below Eve's shoulders. She glanced down at him with a sexy side-eye as she raised her eyebrows.
