INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - Shy 18-year-old Tina Cooper from New Jersey USA stands at an amazing 7 feet 1 inch tall, and apart from one true friend Donna she comes in for much teasing at the high school she attends as a senior in the fall of 1977. Things aren't much better at home for Tina, where her bossy and controlling mother and older sister also bully her.
Tina doesn't expect match to change when a client of the company where her father works comes to stay, bringing along his wife and son, 18-year-old Max. Tina and Max immediately find some connection, but while Tina is a giantess, Max at 4'11' is close to being a dwarf. Can tall Tina with her long red hair and the charming and handsome Max find romance despite being so different in height?
This is an entry in the 2021 Valentine's Contest, and all characters and events depicted are fictional with any similarity to real persons living or dead coincidental and unintentional. It does contain a scene with Tina using the bathroom and some references to menstruation, but no fetish material in regards to these topics. Please enjoy your trip back in time to 1977 as you read 'Tall Tina's First Time', and rate and comment.
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As a shy and studious middle child the last thing I wanted to do was stand out in a crowd, but unfortunately I did just that growing up in the town in New Jersey we called home.
In my immediate family, I contrasted with my Mom Joan and my sister Wendy, older than me by one year as they were both blondes with blue eyes. My Dad Henry and my younger brother Kevin shared dark brown hair and brown eyes. I on the other hand had picked up the recessive features of red hair, green eyes and the associated very fair skin. This must have come from Mom's side of the family, as my maternal grandmother had red hair, as did one of our cousins, the younger daughter of Mom's sister.
Back in 1962, Mom and Dad paid to have a rare color photograph taken of the three of us at a department store during a visit to New York City, this photo still framed and on the wall. It showed two little girls, a 4-year-old blonde and a 3-year-old redhead sitting with their infant brother, the baby showing that he was going to have brown hair when older. While the three siblings contrasted due to hair and eye color and skin complexion and the red haired girl was a bit on the tall side, nothing else stood out as especially unusual.
This would change drastically in the following years as I grew taller and taller and taller. There seemed no stopping my growth, and by the time I started junior high I stood at six feet four, towering over the other girls - and boys - in my year group and the older kids too. I continued to grow through junior high and high school, before at age 15 my lanky, skinny frame reached my full adult height of 7 feet 1 inch tall, or 2.16 meters for those using the metric system. Now, a high school senior having recently turned 18 in the fall of 1977 and set to graduate next June in the class of 1978, I was officially a giantess.
Last period Friday was gym class, and I stood naked under the showers with my best friend Donna Martino, who had lived across the street from me since we were born and like me had recently celebrated turning the age of 18. We looked very different, almost opposites. Donna being Italian-American had dark hair, brown eyes and an olive complexion, plus as Donna stood at an average five feet five there was the obvious difference in height. However growing up we had shared the experience of being different from the other kids, me having abnormal growth while Donna had to wear a back brace due to scoliosis from the ages of about 8 to 16, this succeeding in straightening the curvature of her spine.
"So Tina, how does this client and their family staying with your family over the weekend work again?" Donna asked as she washed her vagina with plenty of soap and water.
I washed my own vagina as I responded, the soapy suds and bubbles in my red pubic hair looking very different to the suds and bubbles in Donna's dark brown pubic hair. "The company Dad works for has this thing where the families of clients stay with one of the guys and their family over a weekend, rather than staying at a hotel. Some corporate thing somebody dreamed up. They've been doing it for years."
"I remember you doing it before," said Donna, as we both finished washing our pubic mounds and genitals and now washed between the cheeks of our bare bottoms and our anal areas. 'You hosted that family from Buffalo last time, the father, mother and two daughters."
"That's right," I said. "I remember Dad saying that the two girls were about Wendy and my own ages and how much fun we were going to all have together, but as it turned out they were ten years younger than us. So unless we wanted to dress dolls and play fairies, not so much fun. My Dad is absolutely hopeless with ages. It's like he's color blind, only with people's ages."
Donna laughed as we both gave ourselves a final wash, soapy water all over our bare breasts, running down our stomachs and down our legs to our bare feet and the shower floor, the water going down my legs obviously having a greater journey to the drain than the water on Donna's naked body.
Finishing our showers, Donna and I turned off the taps and stepped our naked bodies out of the recess, took towels and began to dry off. "What are this family like?" Donna asked.
"A family of three," I said, putting my towel between my legs to dry my pussy, Donna's towel going between her own legs to dry her own pussy. "A Mr. and Mrs. Walsh and their son Max, Dad says he's a year or so younger than Kevin, so that probably means he's in kindergarten."
"So what's the plan for the Walsh and Cooper family sharing a house together this weekend?" Donna asked.
"Max is staying in Kevin's room, Mr. and Mrs. Walsh are having my bedroom and I'm moving in with Wendy for the weekend."
Donna shook her head and smiled. "I bet you're looking forward to spending the weekend sharing a bedroom with your sister."
I smiled and shook my head. "Not as much as Wendy is looking forward to it."
Donna and I both laughed as we put our sweaty and smelly gym uniforms and sports briefs into our gym bags, and took out our regular panties. Both of us wore white full brief panties, only Donna's panties had pink flowers, and my panties blue flowers.
Stepping our bare feet into our panties, Donna and I pulled them up and adjusted them around our vaginas and bare bottoms, then hooked up our bras, covering our teenage breasts. Both Donna and I were fairly well endowed in this regard, and needed to keep our boobs under control with bras that gave us plenty of support.
Walking barefoot in our bras and panties to the mirror, Donna and I brushed our hair, then put on our clothes. Donna wore a maroon colored blouse and matching skirt that came down to her knees, while I put on a long-sleeved white shirt and pulled up my flared jeans. Like all of my clothes I had to get my jeans specially made, and Mom was forever grumbling about the cost like I was to blame. It wasn't my fault, I wasn't the one who chose to be a girl over seven feet tall.
Donna put on a maroon colored headband and I tied my long red hair back into a loose ponytail with a blue ribbon. We both put on our shoes, Donna a pair of sandals and me socks and a pair of white sneakers. "I just need to get that book for English, I left it in my locker," I said.
