I met her late in my senior year in college. I swear it was an accident, I was just stepping away from the cashier at lunch. Her foot just appeared under mine. I didn't even see her. In fact when I turned around, I didn't see her until I looked down.
"I'm sorry sweetie" I said to the little girl. I was sure she was around 13 maybe 14. Probably visiting an older sibling on campus.
"That's okay honey, I'm only walking on the bottom of my feet, you can walk on the tops." Not exactly the response I was expecting from a little girl.
As I looked closer I realized she was older than I first thought. I am around 5'11", she could not be much over 5 feet. What most guys call a "spinner", (just set them on it and spin them around).
I couldn't let her get the best of me. She was just so cute I couldn't help myself. "If you want to get even, I will gladly let you ride mine for a while".
" Hold on big guy. You're trying to hit a homerun without even introducing yourself and taking me on a date".
I was hooked. I love quick witted girls. "I am truly sorry. I am Robert Westbrooks. May my big feet and I have the pleasure of your company for lunch, or do your feet want to set this one out?"
"I would love to lunch with you, but you have to pay, now that I need to buy new shoes."
By the end of lunch, I discovered she was, in fact, a junior studying chemistry, her name was Tracy Langdon, the oldest of three children, her parents were both teachers, and I was hopelessly in love.
It was a whirlwind romance. We were always together, when not in class. We seem to be on the same wavelength on every subject. Almost like twins sharing a thought, and completing each others sentences.
If I were to design the perfect woman for me, this would be it. I even forewent my usual rule of getting some by the third date. By then we were making out pretty heavily though. Fact is, I didn't get in her pants til my graduation day. It was her gift to me, as it were. A wonderful gift too.
That was when she met my parents also. My father, "the doctor", had extended his hand to her. She was having none of that though, and gave him a big hug. My mother, having heard me talk on the phone endlessly about her, went straight for a hug and peck on the cheek. "It's about time someone tamed this one, dear" mom told her, almost conspiratorially.
After dinner, my parents went back to their expensive hotel, and we went to my tiny apartment. Where heavens gates were opened to me for the first time.
To say that it was wonderful is a gross understatement. Her tiny body was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Small breasts, perfect for her size. Soft skin, not a blemish. Flat tummy with an incredible "inny" belly button, which my tongue did not want to vacate.
Now I'm just an average guy, at between six and seven inches, but she seemed to enjoy it. I know I did, and really worked hard at pleasing her. Being our first time, I paid special attention to her body, learning what turned her on most. Checking her response to such things as. flicking her clit with my tongue, nibbling her nipples, and even fingering her little pucker. All of which seem to elicit a nice moan or shiver.
I would like to say that I lasted an hour, but once I got into that tight little pussy I was lost. Ten minutes and I was unloading. Generally I can last longer but I was very excited about my "gift". Although round two was a lot better,(okay it was an honest 20 slow minutes) and we both came like gangbusters. Complete with lots of moaning and groaning and soaked sheets. I was proud.
I had done several internships with a large engineering firm and was offered a very nice position there. Soon I was heading up my own projects and making a lot of money. I had stayed in my little apartment so I could save up for the wedding and honeymoon and maybe even a down payment on a house. As it happened, Tracy's parents had been saving for her wedding since she was born. My parents picked up the honeymoon and a 100 grand for the house. I had no idea that dad had that kind of money and was so generous.
I planed to proposed to Tracy on her graduation day. Though for me it was just a formality, everyone seemed to know we belonged together. I had told my parents what I was planning, and they were ecstatic. Even Dad got a little teary. He then surprised me even more by removing a little box from his desk drawer.
"Your grandmother told me on her deathbed to give this to you, "IF and only IF", you chose the right girl to marry. I sincerely believe you have chosen the right one."
His mother, who died after a long bout of cancer when I was ten, was my favorite relative. I suppose it doesn't hurt to be the only child of an only child either.
In the box was a beautiful ring, a 2 carat square blue diamond between two one carat triangular white diamonds. It must have cost granddad a small fortune.