"Oh my god!" cried Eve, her cheeks flushed crimson from the vigorous dancing as she stared down at Jason in wide-eyed excitement, "He's playing my song!" Arching her elegant figure backward, she used both hands to sweep back the unkempt waves of her chestnut-brown hair, and Jason could only look up in astonishment at her newly-curvy figure, squeezed tightly into the white dress that hugged her thick thighs. They had only been on the dance floor for twenty minutes or so, but Eve had already worked up a sweat, bouncing and swaying to the songs the DJ was playing. Jason had been caught off-guard by her energy and enthusiasm -- as soon as they had arrived at the convention room being used for the freshmen social, she had bounded straight up onto the dance floor and "gotten down" to the first lively hit song the DJ had pumped out. Jason couldn't help but think that this wasn't anything like the Eve from high school, the Eve who had been a shy wallflower at homecoming and prom, who felt self-conscious about dancing in public. Clearly something had changed. She was more vibrant, more vivacious, more...sexy...than anyone else in the room, and her energy and enthusiasm was infectious. A crowd of people, mostly girls but a few guys as well, had gathered around her, feeding off her vigor as they bobbed and swayed to the music.
Jason was caught up in the middle of all this, and was trying his best to play it cool. But it was obvious that he and Eve were on two different planes of existence here. He was nodding his head to the beat, often with his hands in his pockets, in an attempt to appear casual and nonchalant, but next to Eve's 6'7 voluptuous curves, swaying and weaving with unrestrained confidence and exuberance, he felt completely inadequate and outshined. It certainly didn't help that she had decided to keep her 6-inch heels on, which led to her towering over him, with his eyes staring straight into the shoulder straps of her dress. The more time Eve spent in those heels, the more comfortable she appeared to be, and she had already earned several plaudits from the girls around her, commending her for her dancing skills despite the difficulty of navigating the heels.
"For real..." one of the young women had laughed up at Eve, "You are, like...goals! My boyfriend gets insecure when I wear heels around him, just because it makes us the same height! And, I mean...look at you and him!" She had finished, pointing straight at Jason.
"You hear that?" Eve had chuckled, reaching down to playfully ruffle his hair, "You're the measuring stick for boyfriends now, Jason!"
"Ha, totally!" laughed the other girl, who was around Jason's 5'8 in her heels, "I think it's awesome. Most dudes would be too embarrassed to show up to a social with their girlfriend, like, towering over them like this. Oh my god...she, like, totally dwarfs you!"
"Heh...heh, yeah..." grinned Jason, feeling a familiar and desperate sinking sensation in his stomach upon hearing these words. But the next moment, it was even worse, because Eve had grabbed his shoulders from behind and held him in place as she leaned down over him, playfully resting her chin on the top of his head as her C-cup breasts squished out on both sides of his neck.
"Juuuust a little bit!" she had laughed, but just then, her favorite song had come on, and she decoupled from Jason, launching back into her rhythmic, lively dancing, leading the rest of the group with her energy and leaving Jason to step back from the fray, partially emasculated and partially just dazzled by how sexy she was. He wanted to match her energy...he really did. But he just couldn't. He had never really been much of a dancer, and in any case, he could feel his confidence plummeting the longer he stood next to Eve, stupidly bobbing his head while she owned the dance floor. He didn't want to go too far, though -- despite wanting to join the awkward single guys leaning against the wall on the far side of the room, he knew that Eve would essentially interpret this behavior as "pouting," and...well...maybe it was, in a way.
He could feel prickles of annoyance in his mind as he began to imagine Eve castigating him after the dance for not having enough fun, and for being a wet blanket spoil-sport who couldn't relax and have a good time with her. He wasn't going to give her that satisfaction...no way. And so he tried to content himself with hanging out a bit apart from the central crowd on the dance floor, pretending to enjoy himself while he kept an eye on Eve to make sure that some ambitious studs didn't try and make a move on her. He had seen several guys -- football players by the look of them, and much bigger and taller than him -- sizing up Eve, looking like they were about to ask her for a dance. Jason wasn't exactly sure what he would do if that actually happened, but he liked to think that he'd have no trouble going up and telling the guy, in no uncertain terms, that Eve was his girlfriend. In reality, though, the idea of doing such a thing was nerve-wracking. Some of those football guys were huge...like 6'5, even 6'6. They'd probably just stare down at him, grinning, and say '...really!? This is your boyfriend!?'
Jason was stirred from these unpleasant thoughts by the sight of Eve rising up above everyone, in the middle of the dance floor, looking straight at him as she swayed her hips, pointing and winking. He smiled, feeling warmed by her at least making the effort to acknowledge him, a feeling that was quickly dampened by her earnestly gesturing for him to join her. He put up his hand apologetically, shaking it a little, indicating, 'No, no, I'm good...you do your thing, I'll just hang out here,' and Eve dropped her shoulders a little, pouting playfully at him before shrugging and resuming her fluid movements. When the song finally ended, Jason inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. The more Eve seemed to be enjoying herself, the lamer he felt. He couldn't wait until she tired herself out and they could go sit at one of the tables and just...chill until the social was over.
And, just like that, a slow song came on. Jason felt a wave of anxiety as two or three different guys, all built and well over 6'0, began converging on Eve, but he was heartened when she completely ignored them and made a beeline straight for him, her arms outspread.
"Haha finally!" she laughed, reaching Jason and throwing her arms around his shoulders (they felt heavier than usual, probably because of all that time in the gym she had been spending), "I needed a breather. I'm totally not in dancing shape!"
"Heh w-well you...you coulda fooled me!" chuckled Jason, suddenly distracted by the fact that he was nearly eye-level with the top of Eve's cleavage. "You look like you're in pretty good shape to me!"
"Aw, you're too sweet," she smiled, pulling him closer and taking the lead in the "slow dance" rhythm. "I mean, I've definitely gotten stronger recently...but that's not really cardio, is it?"
"You could always, like...I don't know, go for bike rides or something," Jason suggested, not understanding why this dumb shit was coming out of his mouth. He desperately wanted to keep the conversation going -- the idea of just standing there, swaying with Eve's arms around him, as she towered over him by 11 inches, was not attractive. Conversation was his best hope at appearing casual.
"Psssh no, I'm just gonna go out dancing more often!" laughed Eve. "I had forgotten how much I enjoy this!"
"Oh...really?" asked Jason, a bit confused. "Did you use to dance a lot or something? Ever since I've known you, you've been...heh, how to say it...not the dancing type. I mean, unless your dance partner was like an algebra textbook or something..."
"Oh quit it, you," chuckled Eve, letting Jason's bad joke slide as she playfully wrangled his neck in between her forearms. Subconsciously, she couldn't help but register how small his neck and head looked in between them. Her arms had gotten a little bigger, yes, a little more muscular...but surely it was just an optical illusion because of how tall she was in these heels. Surely he wasn't that much smaller than her.
"And yes, I've always loved dancing," she continued. "I would dance in my room all the time, but when I got to middle school and grew like a foot I just got so self-conscious and...I don't know...I never really was confident enough to do it in high school."
