Things between me and Rachel were moving along fairly quickly. We discussed our future and decided to move in with each other. Seeing as how her family had money, hence a nicer apartment, I moved in with her. She stressed how having space was important for her. I agreed and suggested we stay in separate rooms to see how things worked out.
It had now been two weeks and everything was happening so fast. Though we have only had sex on two occasions. The last time was a week ago, and I was secretly jerking off every chance I could get. So many things raced through my head all of them revolving around the theme of my girlfriend and her past experience with well endowed boyfriends.
My four inches was less than modest and I couldn't fathom how she could not compare me to her previous lovers. Despite all of that she was careful not to hurt my feelings. She and I were very close match at the heart, even if we were not so compatible below the belt. I would do anything to make her happy.
It was a Friday night when everything started to settle down. The moving was done with, the workweek was over and the initial nerves of becoming roommates had subsided. We watched a movie together. Something she picked out, of course.
Despite my abstinence from drinking, I did not pressure her to not drink around me. I had finally developed some self control in that matter. She, despite her small frame of 5'-3", was found of hard liquor. Her bottle of Grey Goose was uncorked as she poured her second glass onto a few ice cubes. By the time the movie was over, her flush face gave way that she was a bit tipsy.
We had watched the movie When Harry Met Sally. She was a fan even though it came out a generation before her time. I was indifferent to the movie, but enjoyed the position she had chosen to get comfortable. Her head had lied upon my lap throughout the movie. She had to have noticed my little erection as it jumped a few times as I drifted off to fantasy land during the movie.
As the credits started rolling, she poured her third glass of vodka. I noticed it was poured to the top this time. She started going on about how cute the movie was when the inevitable happened.
"I can't believe she faked an orgasm at a restaurant. That was the best part," she laughed.
When watching the scene earlier I imagined faking an orgasm would be something Rachel would do, especially considering my inability to fuck her properly with my insufficient equipment. "Yeah she seemed pretty talented at it. You ever done that before?" I asked.
"Faked it?" she asked.
"Yeah, have you ever faked it?" I asked. I wasn't really sure if she ever faked it with me. Three years ago we had sex two times, I was her second lay, but I don't remember her moaning or anything.
She sipped her drink and answered, "Hmm, I don't think so. I'm not going to fake it just so he feels better about himself."
"Yeah I understand. I don't think you were faking it last week, even if you moaned so slightly. I could tell," I explained.
"Oh, I'm not always quiet," she boasted and then laughed. "But yes sweetie, I was not faking it, you really do know how to use your tongue," she winked.
"Thank you," I laughed. I wanted to revisit the subject of her past lovers and figured this was a prime opportunity to do so. She was likely to be drunk soon and become very talkative. "You didn't fake it your first time?" I asked.
"With Michael? No, he was selfish. I wish he wouldn't have been the one to pop my cherry," she laughed.
"So he never gave you an orgasm?" I asked.
"The first time? No, but later on I had a few. But it wasn't anything special."
Dare I bring up size? No, I hoped she would first so she couldn't blame me for being the one to introduce the topic. Oh, but I wanted to know so badly. "I see, did it hurt the first time?" I asked.
"Yeah, kind of. But that's normal I think." She took another sip. "The second time I got used to it and it didn't hurt at all."
"Does it bother you that I wasn't your first?" I asked.
"No, though I think it might have been easier if you were my first," she said.
I detected a slight slur of her voice. I had the green light to ask just about anything I wanted to tonight. "What do you mean it would have been easier?" I asked.
"Well you know because you're kind of on the small side and he wasn't big but it was bigger. You know?"
"Oh yeah, that makes sense." Perfect she had brought up size first. "How big was his dick?" I asked.
"Umm... I don't know," she laughed. She was likely taken aback by my bluntness.
"Well you said it was bigger so I was just curious," I replied.
"I don't know maybe like an inch longer than yours," she said while taking another sip. "It was only a little bit thicker I think. I thought yours used to be bigger. I don't know. That was a long time ago." Her eyes were glazed over but she was not drunk yet.
"Well it probably seems smaller than you remember because you told me all your previous boyfriends had bigger dicks than mine," I laughed to let her know I was not going to get my feelings hurt. Quite the contrary.
"Yeah you are right. You were only my second guy to sleep with and everyone after you was much bigger."
"Oh first it's bigger and now it's Much Bigger?" I continued to feign affability.
She laughed and said, "Well you're the one who wants to know everything. I'm just being honest."
Oh how I loved the brutal truth. "So if you are being honest are you still going to tell me size doesn't matter?" I asked.
"Well..."
The guilty tone of her voice indicated I was right. "Well what?" I asked.
She downed the remainder of her third glass and said, "Okay I will admit a big dick can feel really good, but at the same time you've got to be into it."
