I was at a loss for words.
Just hours before, staring into this girl's eyes, I had learned that love at first sight was a real thing. Shortly before my dignity was literally stripped from me and my little penis exposed to the world, I had shared a moment with this girl unlike any other I'd ever felt. But that was before she had seen my shortcomings—namely, my tiny, fragile little cock.
Sophia stood on my doorstep as the sun began to drift beneath the tree line.
Her delicate, pale hands clutched a black leather purse in front of her body. She was dressed in a short black skirt and a loose pink tee. One of those black choker-things clung tightly to the pale flesh of her fragile neck. On her feet were a pair of bulky black doc martens; from them emerged a pair of black thigh-high socks that covered her lower legs, before dramatically stopping above her knees. Her bare thighs looked even whiter than they had before when framed by her high socks and short skirt.
For a minute, I just stared speechlessly into Sophia's big brown eyes as she stared back into mine. It appeared that neither of us knew what to say.
I could have cut the tension with a knife.
Then, without warning, she dropped her bag and lunged toward me, wrapping her arms around my skinny body and burying her head in my chest. She clung to me tightly, squeezing with more strength than expected from a girl her size. Almost unconsciously, I wrapped my long, slender arms all the way around her body, completely enveloping her body with mine.
I never wanted to let her go.
We stood there wordlessly for several seconds, but time didn't matter. It felt like an eternity. I could feel the warmth of Sophia's breath on my chest as I leaned down and buried my chin in her raven hair.
"Can I come in?" she eventually whispered.
"Yeah," I said from behind a lump in my throat.
As we finally broke off our embrace, I meekly opened my front door and led her inside. Sophia picked up her purse and followed me closely, as I gingerly closed the door behind us.
It seemed like neither of us knew what to say. Me and Sophia awkwardly sat down together on my couch, spaced several feet apart. My neck muscles were so tense that I had a hard time getting my words out.
"I...I'm so sorry about what happened today..." I managed to choke out.
Sophia's big brown eyes, which had previously been fixed to my floor, quickly shot upwards and met my gaze. I saw fear in them. She was a ball of nerves.
"Me too," she replied, with a noticeable dose of melancholy. "I'm . . . sorry that I came here without telling you, I g-got your address from the school directory." Sophia spoke with a relatively deep voice disproportionate to such a small girl.
"That was...so...fucked up...what they did to you..." she said, her tone shifting to one of indignation as she gestured angrily with her hands.
My thoughts immediately flashed back to a few hours earlier. Thoughts of my tiny tool being publicly exposed, mocked, and forcibly fondled by my peers filled my head.
Oh God
, I thought to myself. She saw it. She saw my dick. She could be picturing it now for all I know. I tried to be brave and change the subject.
"Me?" I exclaimed, faking incredulity. "No, I just want to know if you're ok."
She looked distressed by my comment.
Fuck
. Maybe I was forcing her to relive what had happened earlier. She didn't need that right now. After all, she had been brutally stripped, sobbing, in front of all of the "cool kids" at our high school.
"My hip hurts from where I fell," she said, trembling. "But I think I'm..."
"...ok."
The second that final word slipped out of her mouth, she immediately broke down. Tears began streaming down her face. She moved to bury her face in her hands as animalistic sobs escaped her throat. Before her hands had even touched her cheeks, I was around her. In one swift motion, I wrapped both of my arms around her narrow shoulders and touched my face to hers. I began to cry too.
I was never much of a "cryer." But crying with her felt so cathartic. Between ragged breaths we clutched each other tight. Before I knew it, Sophia's bony hands touched my face as my mouth met hers.
I felt a bolt of energy shoot through my body. It felt like my first kiss. I had kissed other girls before, but never like this. As our lips met, all of the barriers between us came down. We had experienced something horrible together that most people will never have to go through. While my tongue wrestled with hers, our tears mingled as they ran down our cheeks. All of that trauma, all of that adrenaline, all of that emotional intensity was channeled through that kiss.
My four-inch cock was as hard as granite.
Sophia pulled back, seemingly out of breath. "That was the bravest thing I've ever seen anyone do," she said, her deep voice shaking. "You're the bravest guy I ever met."
"Thank you...thank you Luke."
I realized this was the first time Sophia had ever said my name.
"Of course!!" I blurted out. "I just wanted to make sure you were safe."
"You...you didn't have to do that...everyone else just stood there and laughed...you could have asked for your suit back and left..."
Sophia's brown eyes darted to my crotch. Her eyes widened as she saw the tiny tent protruding from beneath the thin pair of athletic shorts I had unthinkingly slapped on.
Shit
, I thought to myself.
I would have worn some underwear if I had known she would be at the door
. I shifted awkwardly in place, trying to conceal the tight little bulge between my legs.
What she said next took me by surprise.
"Can I...can I see it again?"
Every muscle in my body tightened up like a steel trap. Why did she want to see my cock? My secret shame, the thing that I had put so much effort into hiding, making sure that
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