The Size of a Friend
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Chapter 11
Samantha
*One month later*
Samantha
*One month later*
The only sound in the apartment was the steady sound of Dons typing. As was usual for a Friday night, Don was plugging away on his laptop, while Samantha read a book nearby. This was a routine that they had settled into over the years: he used the time to catch up on his weekly workload, usually sprawled out on the couch with the laptop sitting on his stomach, while Samantha sat crossed-legged, on the floor with a book in her lap, her back propped up against his side of the couch. She would usually brew a pot of tea, pour out two cups, and then settle in next to the couch to catch up on her reading. Although it may not seem that exciting to some, it was usually one of her favorite parts of the week. It was a time where she could fully relax without the stress of everyday life getting in the way.
When she told Monica about their Friday night routine, Monica almost fell over laughing. She didnt understand how those moments felt for Samantha; her enjoyment of reading a new book mixed with the pleasure of sharing silent smiles with her boyfriend. Although Don was mostly focused on his work at these times, he always looked down at Samantha from time to time to give her a small smile. It wasnt anything fancy, but it was nice.
Samantha usually found the relative silence comforting, but not tonight. Tonight she had a hard time focusing on her book because she had other things on her mind. It had been over a month since she had gone out to the Rock Lobster and she had been having difficulty processing all that had transpired on that day. Her memory of that day was vivid in her mind, the edges of each scene crisp against the background of more mundane days. She remembered standing in the parking lot of the Rock Lobster, waving goodbye to Derik as he drove away, right as Monica stormed out of the club with the look of a glee in her eye. Somehow she had learned the truth about Derik and had tried to catch him in the parking lot. Who knows what she would have done if she had been successful, but Samantha was grateful that she never had to find out. Monica had missed him by mere seconds, and the thought of what kind of avalanche that encounter would have brought down on her and Dons relationship made Samantha shudder. If knowledge of Deriks massive dick reached Don there was no guessing how he would have handled that information. He was so sensitive that she wouldnt have been surprised if he cut Derik off as a friend, and that given how few friends they had time for nowadays, that would be nothing short of heartbreaking.
Upon seeing that she had missed her chance, Monica had turned on Samantha. Standing in the cold, dark parking lot, she berated her with questions about how Samantha found out about his dick, how long she knew, and if she had fucked him yet. The questions were like a wave crashing against Samanthas ears. Monica was always a fan of gossip, and it seemed like this time Samantha had done too good of a job piquing her curiosity; it was too much for her and she started demanding answers, right there in that parking lot. As Samantha stood her ground against the wave of inquiries, not sure what to admit to her friend, Monica exclaimed Just you wait until little man Don finds out! Monica had never had a history of being able to keep a secret, and Samantha, in that moment broke down and pleaded for Monica to keep her silence.
Looking back, Monica probably thought that Samantha was having some sort of a break down. The stress of the day had finally caught up with her and Samantha had started crying right then and there. The tears fell like quiet streams from her bleary eyes as she stood staring at her friend in the darkness. Thinking about what repercussions the knowledge of Deriks dick could have on her and Dons relationship, what it could mean for theirs and Deriks friendship, coupled with the fact that with Monica knowing, it was only a matter of time until he learned the truth; it was all too much. She was also frustrated about how she, herself, felt about his dick. It seemed to awake a strange sense of sexual curiosity inside her that she didnt know she had, would this feeling lead her to eventually cheat on Don? She hoped not, but at this point she could be sure about anything. This was completely new to her and she was having trouble making sense of it. All of these thoughts caused her silent tears to flow freely. She just stood there, staring at Monica with those wet, red eyes, and it was enough to shift Monica from berate-Samantha-with-questions mode, back to kind BFF mode. Monica obviously could tell right away that more was happening than she was aware of and she slowly guided her friend back into the club, through the hall and into the nearest restroom, to help her dry her tears.
After Samantha had regained her composure and dried her face, she sat on the edge of the toilet seat and waited for the questions to come. Since she had started crying Monica had remained completely silent, although she was undoubtedly curious, she was waiting patiently for an explanation. Just as before when Samantha was worried about her phone, she simply waited until Samantha was ready to talk, in her own time. She stood across from Samantha, leaning with her back up against the wall with a look of friendly patience on her face. In that moment, Samantha couldnt help but think that for all of the issues caused by Monicas partying and her tension with Don, she really was a good friend.
They left the restroom, found a relatively isolated area of the club to sit down, and over the next hour Samantha started explaining her unusual day and all of her worries to Monica. She started with her morning and how she had seen the impossible bulge in Deriks shorts while he slept. She even described, to her immense embarrassment, how she had leaned down to look up his shorts and was almost caught by Don. At this Monica released a small giggle, laughing at the surprising immaturity of her friend, but she kept all comments to herself until the very end. Samantha described her worries about what would happen if Don found out, and all of her concerns about how she seemed to feel differently about Derik now. She also explained how she still didnt know if she was able to lock her phone in time and how she didnt know how Don would react to seeing a dick pic on her phone. All the while Monica remained silent, simply nodding at certain parts of the story as if to encourage Samantha to let it all out.
Once Samantha had told Monica everything, she had felt really silly for crying. She wasnt used to keeping things from Don, especially something that could harm their relationship, and she supposed that it was the stress brought on by this new situation that had caused her feeling of desperation. When it was clear that she had told her full story, Monica reached over and grabbed her hands.
Samantha, listen to me she had said. I know that Im not the best at keeping secrets, but I promise you that I wont tell Don. Looking into her eyes, Samantha knew that she was being sincere. She continued: I completely agree with you. It probably will make your life very difficult if Don knew what Derik was packing. Dont worry; Im not going to tell him. At this point a sly grin had spread across her face. Of course, if you ever want to knock him down a peg or two, just give me a call.
At that moment, with her joking about the situation and her giving her word not to tell Don, Samantha had immediately started to feel better. They began to talk candidly about Derik and his package, as if it wasnt a big deal, which according to Monica it wasnt.
Lots of guys have big dicks, Sam. she had said. Sure, Im like ridiculously, crazy surprised that Derik is blessed with a tree trunk down there, but at the end of the day it isnt going to brainwash you into cheating with Don. Believe me, sister, size isnt everything.
Although, Samantha took comfort in the words of her friend, she couldnt shake the feeling that Monica was sugar coating the truth for her benefit. From the way Monica had in the past bragged about sleeping with a man that had a big dick, you would think that size counted for something. If it didnt make sex better, then why would she always be happy to find a man that was blessed in that department? Since Samantha had only ever been with Don, she didnt really know if a bigger dick equaled better sex, but from listening to the way Monica and her other girlfriends talked about it, it sure seemed to make a difference. Since Monica was putting such an effort to make her feel better, Samantha kept these thoughts to herself.
Now, Samantha looked up at Don as he worked. She really did love him. Even though they had their issues, she really did think that he was a kind and intelligent man that would do anything for her. This is why she was so worried that night at the club; she didnt want anything to disrupt their relationship. He sat there staring at the screen of his laptop, but upon realizing that Samantha was looking at him, he turned and gave her a small smile. No words were needed; the smile was his was of simply saying Im happy that youre here with me. He turned back to his work, but Samantha took a few moments to look at him. He had the scruff of a beard on his face, from skipping shaving for a couple of days; it was more like rough fuzz than anything else. A single lock of his black hair had fallen across his face. He had always been a little skinny, for a grown man, but she thought that he was sexy in his own way. Don had the body of a man that ran way too much and didnt eat enough, although the opposite was actually true for him. He was just one of those guys that were always skinny no matter how much they ate. Monica always bragged about going home with musclebound he-man types, but Samantha was happy with going home to be with her skinny boyfriend, he was her man, and that had always been enough for her. To Samantha, Dons best feature was his smile, and although he didnt show it too often, it made its rare appearance all the more special.
Samantha turned back to her book, but found her mind wondering. After looking at her boyfriend, she began to think about how much he differed from their friend, Derik. Whereas Don had a slim frame, Derik had always been thick, and broad. Even after he had lost that weight, almost fifty pounds in all, he still had the wide shoulders of a linebacker. He was shorter than Don too, almost by a full foot. He stood just a few inches taller than Samantha and Monica, and that was only if they werent wearing heels. Another major difference was their hair: Dons was thick and black, while Deriks was, well nonexistent. He had confessed to them that his hair had started thinning just a few years after high school, and after deciding that he desperately did not want to become one of those creepy comb-over guys, he made the decision to start shaving his head.
To most people, Don would undoubtedly be the more attractive man out of the two of them. He was taller, fitter, and had a fuller head of hair than Derik. But what Samantha found most interesting about their differences, and she had only realized this now as she sat with her book, was that all of these physical shortcoming never, once, seemed to bring Derik down. Other men may have become self-conscious when they realized that they were so short, or that they were becoming bald at the age of twenty, or that no matter how much weight they lost they would always look husky. But, Derik didnt seem to care about any of that. This brought her to another major difference between the two men: their smiles. While Don seemed to hoard his smiles for use on a rare rainy day, Derik gave his out like candy on Halloween. He was smiling all of the time, as if he was living the best life he could.
Samantha always thought that this was a little strange. It wasnt that Derik lived a terrible life, but he certainly wasnt living on easy street either. Growing up his father was an alcoholic, a pretty bad one judging from the stories she had heard from him. Derik wasnt beaten as a kid or anything like that, but he did tell her that there was multiple times where, as a small boy, he would wake up to find most of their furniture in the back yard. His dad would sometimes smash things in anger when Deriks mom refused to drive him to the liquor store. At one point it had gotten so bad that he had found himself staying at a friends house most of the time to avoid seeing his dad drunk. Derik didnt seem to be emotionally scarred, but she did know that it was because of his father that he chose to only drink water when they went out. She knew him well enough to know that he was secretly afraid of becoming his father.
Nowadays, with Deriks dad moving across the country after his divorce, his dad was less of a concern for him, but he was still far from living the easy life. He had gone to college, taking classes part time while he worked to pay for some of the classes out of pocket, and after years of hard work received his bachelors in History,... only to learn that it wasnt really going to help him find a job. There just werent many jobs in the area that required a degree in History. He currently worked as a dishwasher for a local hospital, and although it wasnt the most glamorous of jobs, he seemed to be in good spirits about it. A few years ago he had returned to school, this time taking online classes towards receiving a Masters in Library Science. Samantha knew that he had been trying to get a job as a librarian for years, it was his dream really, but he hadnt once received so much as a call back after dropping off a dozens and dozens of resumes. After nearly a decade of trying, he decided to try to get his MLS in an effort to bulk up his resume. She knew it was frustrating, you needed experience to make your resume look good, but how do you get experience if no one will give you a chance? So Derik had decided to, once again, spend the massive amounts of time and money that was required to go back to school, this time at the masters level. It was a gamble, after all his bachelors didnt open any doors for him, but he was determined to someday work as a librarian, and if it required him to get a MLS to achieve that goal, that was exactly what he was going to do.
When Samantha thought about Deriks struggles to find a job within his dream career, she felt bad. When compared to Derik, her and Dons story was fraught with almost no hardship. They went away to college; taking out enough student loans to cover the cost of their classes as well as their living expenses, graduated with honors, and with a few months had received jobs in their desired field. Her and Don were even hired for the same company and today they actually worked just a few doors down from each other. Samantha knew that their story wasnt typical; most people had a very hard time finding a job after college, and considered her and Don to be very fortunate. Even Monica had a tough time finding a job in her desired field, and had yet to find a job that used her teaching degree. Samantha had always chalked their good luck up to the fact that the computer field was growing at such a large rate, while others did not. Although, they both were paying off their large student loan debt, Samantha and Don were financially very comfortable, and she knew that many people couldnt say the same thing.
As Samantha thought about Deriks easy smile, a funny thought occurred to her: maybe the reason he smiled so much was because of his big dick! It was a hilarious thought, for sure, but there could be some truth in it. Derik had faced some adversity in his life, but was always seemingly in a fantastic mood, while Don has pretty much had everything fall into his hands, including Samantha, and rarely smiled. She knew that Derik was packing something absurdly huge in his pants, while Don was most certainly not. She found herself smiling despite herself.
Funny part of the book? Don was looking at her and had noticed her smiling to herself. For a split second Samantha grew afraid that he would know what she was thinking about, but quickly felt foolish for thinking such an absurd thought. In the past month, she had felt much better about the whole situation regarding Deriks dick. She hadnt seen him since that day and time had helped her clear her head. Monica had kept her promise not to tell Don about Deriks endowment, and it seemed as if she had successfully locked her phone in time. In actuality, she didnt know if Don had even been aware that she had forgotten her phone at the apartment that night, but she had felt safer locking it. Once she had gotten home, she unlocked it, erased the dangerous photo, and there had never been any evidence that Don had ever seen it.
Samantha looked up at him and was surprised at what she saw: Don was giving her a look that said that he wanted to fool around. Apparently, he was done doing work stuff for the night. The look was very subtle, she doubted that anyone else would have picked up on it, but she recognized it nonetheless. Normally, on Friday nights he was so engrossed with work that he stayed at it until late in the night, but the look he was giving her now was telling her something entirely different.
A few minutes ago she wasnt in the mood, but thinking about Derik and Dons bodies had gotten her a little turned on. She decided to pick up on the signals he was dropping.
As she reached up and put her arms around his neck he slid the laptop onto the floor. They kissed each other, long and deep, her still seated on the floor with him leaning over her. Samantha always thought that he was a good kisser. His tongue slid between her teeth to slide against her own tongue, moving with a slow and steady rhythm. It felt good the way he took his time with his kisses, like he was simply enjoying the feeling of her tongue against his. She had never kissed anyone else but him, so she really had nothing to compare it to, but she knew that she liked the way it felt. Samantha moved up onto the couch with him, straddling his hips; she could feel his erection through his pajama pants. The pressure between her thighs from where his hard dick pressed against her felt good. She slowly started to grind on top of him, kissing him deeply the whole time. His hard dick, rubbing against her clit though her clothes slowly got her wet. She could feel the moisture forming and the knowledge of it made her hotter.
As she rubbed herself against him, a look of pleasure plain on his face, she caught herself thinking what it would feel like to do this with Derik. Dons dick grazing her clit felt good, but with Derik it would be like straddling a baseball bat. Would it feel better than this? She kept grinding, slowly increasing her rhythm, and Don started to moan; a low animalistic sound. This felt good, there was no denying it, but Deriks dick was so big that grinding it would spread her pussy apart and rub every part of it, instead of just catching on her clit. She had never thought such things while with Don before, normally she was completely in the moment, but tonight was different. Don, ecstasy etched into his face, was oblivious to her quandary.
As she thought about Deriks dick, a small smile spread across her face when a sly thought occurred to her. She never knew that the thought of dick size could turn her on so much, and it gave her an interesting idea. Opening his eyes, Don saw her smile.
Enjoying yourself? he choked out between hard breaths. He was clearing enjoying himself, and was interpreting her smile as one of pleasure. She was, in fact, enjoying the sensation, but had just thought of something that would make her night even more interesting.
Samantha slowed her grinding, and leaned close to Dons ear.
I was just thinking about a story Monica told me.
At the mention of Monica, Dons face gave a slight twist of annoyance. Samantha shifted her body to the side of him and started running her hands over his dick through his pajama pants. Her fingers started at his balls, and slowly, ever so slowly, moved up the length of his penis, until she finally reached the head. At this point she applied just enough pressure to catch the glands of his head with the tip of her finger, and she gave the head a slight squeeze. She knew, judging from the look on his face, that it felt similar to him grazing her clit. She allowed herself to feel some pride at how she was pleasuring her man; she might not be the sexpert that Monica was, but twelve years with Don had made her an expert on what he liked. He let out a soft moan every time she reached his head.
She slowly slid her fingers up and down his penis through the thin fabric of his pajama pants.
The other day Monica was telling me about this guy she met. Samantha was almost whispering into his ear.
Don looked as if he didnt know where the story was going, but since he was enjoying what she was doing to him, it didnt really matter.
She met him at a club. A big, tall man, just like you. While Don was certainly tall, not many people would ever call him big. It was a fact that he was very sensitive about, but Samantha knew how he liked to have his ego stroked.
She took him home, fully expecting to fuck him.
Samantha slowly increased her stroking.
But, when she got home, she was disappointed.
She gave him an exaggerated frown. When she dropped his pants, she saw She held her free hand up and extended her pinky finger.
He gave a small shudder, more likely from her stroking than from the story.
He had a small dick? he asked.
Samantha continued to exaggerate her pout.
Monica said that it was the smallest thing she had ever seen. She tried to fuck him but she barely felt it at all. She was embarrassed for him.
She slowed her stroking, and eventually stopped. She rolled back onto him and stared directly into Dons eyes. She could feel his dick pulsating against her pussy through her shorts. He felt like he was really close to cumming.
I told her that thats why Im a lucky woman, because I get to go home to a long, hard dick every night.
Although he may not have been initially interested in the story, now Don was listening intently.
You told her that? he sounded amazed that she would say such a thing to her friend. Clearly he had no clue about what women spoke about behind closed doors.
I did. She laid her arm across his chest and put her mouth close to his ear. She gave him a little nibble.
Im always telling her how big you are. How much you fill me up. How good you feel. She gave his neck a lick, starting at his ear and moving down to his collar bone.
Whenever she tells me about these little-dicked men, I feel bad for her because shell never feel what I feel. You always make me cum, baby. Monica is so jealous.
It was all a lie, of course, but Don was into it and talking like this with him was turning her on as well.
Don reached over and cupped her pussy through her shorts, the pressure of his hand there felt so good.
You like my big dick, dont you? Don whispered to her.
Ohhhhhh, you bet I do she whispered back.
He started to slowly rub her through the fabric of her shorts, making sure to catch her clit on her thumb.
Im always talking about your big dick to her and how wet I get just thinking about it. She put her hand over his on her crotch. She could feel the heat of her pussy through his hand. You feel how wet Im getting dont you?
Don slowly nodded; he was clearly enjoying all of the dirty talk. It was very uncharacteristic for her, but she was kind of in a dirty mood tonight.
With her free hand Samantha slowly reached under his waistband and grabbed his penis. It was throbbing in her hand, the sensation telling her that she was doing her job correctly. She had grabbed his penis in a similar manner countless times in the past, but somehow it seemed smaller tonight than usual. She was sure it was because of her encounter with Derik; she lightly shook her head to clear the thought from her head.
With her hand tight around his dick, she looked directly into Dons eyes and asked How big is it, Don? Tell me how big it is.
Its massive, Sam.
But, really. How big is it? I want to know.
For a few seconds Don seemed at a loss for how to respond, but Samantha filled the silence for him. Ill be right back! She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and left the room. After fumbling around in a kitchen drawer for a few seconds she came back and knelt on the carpet in front of him. She held a tape measure in her hands.
He looked down at her with a look of confusion on his face. She smiled sweetly at her boyfriend, Cmon, Don. I want to know how big it is.
Don pulled himself up in front of Samantha and shifted uneasily in his seat.
Sam, what is this all about?
As Samantha thought about Deriks easy smile, a funny thought occurred to her: maybe the reason he smiled so much was because of his big dick! It was a hilarious thought, for sure, but there could be some truth in it. Derik had faced some adversity in his life, but was always seemingly in a fantastic mood, while Don has pretty much had everything fall into his hands, including Samantha, and rarely smiled. She knew that Derik was packing something absurdly huge in his pants, while Don was most certainly not. She found herself smiling despite herself.
Funny part of the book? Don was looking at her and had noticed her smiling to herself. For a split second Samantha grew afraid that he would know what she was thinking about, but quickly felt foolish for thinking such an absurd thought. In the past month, she had felt much better about the whole situation regarding Deriks dick. She hadnt seen him since that day and time had helped her clear her head. Monica had kept her promise not to tell Don about Deriks endowment, and it seemed as if she had successfully locked her phone in time. In actuality, she didnt know if Don had even been aware that she had forgotten her phone at the apartment that night, but she had felt safer locking it. Once she had gotten home, she unlocked it, erased the dangerous photo, and there had never been any evidence that Don had ever seen it.
Samantha looked up at him and was surprised at what she saw: Don was giving her a look that said that he wanted to fool around. Apparently, he was done doing work stuff for the night. The look was very subtle, she doubted that anyone else would have picked up on it, but she recognized it nonetheless. Normally, on Friday nights he was so engrossed with work that he stayed at it until late in the night, but the look he was giving her now was telling her something entirely different.
A few minutes ago she wasnt in the mood, but thinking about Derik and Dons bodies had gotten her a little turned on. She decided to pick up on the signals he was dropping.
As she reached up and put her arms around his neck he slid the laptop onto the floor. They kissed each other, long and deep, her still seated on the floor with him leaning over her. Samantha always thought that he was a good kisser. His tongue slid between her teeth to slide against her own tongue, moving with a slow and steady rhythm. It felt good the way he took his time with his kisses, like he was simply enjoying the feeling of her tongue against his. She had never kissed anyone else but him, so she really had nothing to compare it to, but she knew that she liked the way it felt. Samantha moved up onto the couch with him, straddling his hips; she could feel his erection through his pajama pants. The pressure between her thighs from where his hard dick pressed against her felt good. She slowly started to grind on top of him, kissing him deeply the whole time. His hard dick, rubbing against her clit though her clothes slowly got her wet. She could feel the moisture forming and the knowledge of it made her hotter.
As she rubbed herself against him, a look of pleasure plain on his face, she caught herself thinking what it would feel like to do this with Derik. Dons dick grazing her clit felt good, but with Derik it would be like straddling a baseball bat. Would it feel better than this? She kept grinding, slowly increasing her rhythm, and Don started to moan; a low animalistic sound. This felt good, there was no denying it, but Deriks dick was so big that grinding it would spread her pussy apart and rub every part of it, instead of just catching on her clit. She had never thought such things while with Don before, normally she was completely in the moment, but tonight was different. Don, ecstasy etched into his face, was oblivious to her quandary.
As she thought about Deriks dick, a small smile spread across her face when a sly thought occurred to her. She never knew that the thought of dick size could turn her on so much, and it gave her an interesting idea. Opening his eyes, Don saw her smile.
Enjoying yourself? he choked out between hard breaths. He was clearing enjoying himself, and was interpreting her smile as one of pleasure. She was, in fact, enjoying the sensation, but had just thought of something that would make her night even more interesting.
Samantha slowed her grinding, and leaned close to Dons ear.
I was just thinking about a story Monica told me.
At the mention of Monica, Dons face gave a slight twist of annoyance. Samantha shifted her body to the side of him and started running her hands over his dick through his pajama pants. Her fingers started at his balls, and slowly, ever so slowly, moved up the length of his penis, until she finally reached the head. At this point she applied just enough pressure to catch the glands of his head with the tip of her finger, and she gave the head a slight squeeze. She knew, judging from the look on his face, that it felt similar to him grazing her clit. She allowed herself to feel some pride at how she was pleasuring her man; she might not be the sexpert that Monica was, but twelve years with Don had made her an expert on what he liked. He let out a soft moan every time she reached his head.
She slowly slid her fingers up and down his penis through the thin fabric of his pajama pants.
The other day Monica was telling me about this guy she met. Samantha was almost whispering into his ear.
Don looked as if he didnt know where the story was going, but since he was enjoying what she was doing to him, it didnt really matter.
She met him at a club. A big, tall man, just like you. While Don was certainly tall, not many people would ever call him big. It was a fact that he was very sensitive about, but Samantha knew how he liked to have his ego stroked.
She took him home, fully expecting to fuck him.
Samantha slowly increased her stroking.
But, when she got home, she was disappointed.
She gave him an exaggerated frown. When she dropped his pants, she saw She held her free hand up and extended her pinky finger.
He gave a small shudder, more likely from her stroking than from the story.
He had a small dick? he asked.
Samantha continued to exaggerate her pout.
Monica said that it was the smallest thing she had ever seen. She tried to fuck him but she barely felt it at all. She was embarrassed for him.
She slowed her stroking, and eventually stopped. She rolled back onto him and stared directly into Dons eyes. She could feel his dick pulsating against her pussy through her shorts. He felt like he was really close to cumming.
I told her that thats why Im a lucky woman, because I get to go home to a long, hard dick every night.
Although he may not have been initially interested in the story, now Don was listening intently.
You told her that? he sounded amazed that she would say such a thing to her friend. Clearly he had no clue about what women spoke about behind closed doors.
I did. She laid her arm across his chest and put her mouth close to his ear. She gave him a little nibble.
Im always telling her how big you are. How much you fill me up. How good you feel. She gave his neck a lick, starting at his ear and moving down to his collar bone.
Whenever she tells me about these little-dicked men, I feel bad for her because shell never feel what I feel. You always make me cum, baby. Monica is so jealous.
It was all a lie, of course, but Don was into it and talking like this with him was turning her on as well.
Don reached over and cupped her pussy through her shorts, the pressure of his hand there felt so good.
You like my big dick, dont you? Don whispered to her.
Ohhhhhh, you bet I do she whispered back.
He started to slowly rub her through the fabric of her shorts, making sure to catch her clit on her thumb.
Im always talking about your big dick to her and how wet I get just thinking about it. She put her hand over his on her crotch. She could feel the heat of her pussy through his hand. You feel how wet Im getting dont you?
Don slowly nodded; he was clearly enjoying all of the dirty talk. It was very uncharacteristic for her, but she was kind of in a dirty mood tonight.
With her free hand Samantha slowly reached under his waistband and grabbed his penis. It was throbbing in her hand, the sensation telling her that she was doing her job correctly. She had grabbed his penis in a similar manner countless times in the past, but somehow it seemed smaller tonight than usual. She was sure it was because of her encounter with Derik; she lightly shook her head to clear the thought from her head.
With her hand tight around his dick, she looked directly into Dons eyes and asked How big is it, Don? Tell me how big it is.
Its massive, Sam.
But, really. How big is it? I want to know.
For a few seconds Don seemed at a loss for how to respond, but Samantha filled the silence for him. Ill be right back! She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and left the room. After fumbling around in a kitchen drawer for a few seconds she came back and knelt on the carpet in front of him. She held a tape measure in her hands.
He looked down at her with a look of confusion on his face. She smiled sweetly at her boyfriend, Cmon, Don. I want to know how big it is.
Don pulled himself up in front of Samantha and shifted uneasily in his seat.
Sam, what is this all about?
I already know that its big, Don. I want to know just how big it is so I can brag about it to Monica. She gave him a smirk, I want her to know exactly what shes missing.
She reached for the waistband of his pajama pants, slowly pulling his pants down, out from under him. Any apprehension he felt at her behavior was quickly forgotten at her touch.
Don stood over her with his pants and boxers around his ankles. He put his arms on his hips, proudly displaying his manhood to her.
As Samantha looked up at him and his erect penis, she couldnt help but, once again, compare him to Derik. Although she had only seen Deriks penis in its flaccid state, she knew without a doubt that his dick absolutely dwarfed what Don had. Somehow she found the difference in size arousing. Knowing that there was a man out there that could reach places inside of her that Don couldnt possibly reach was a turn on.
She reached up with the tape measure and placed it on top of his dick, starting at where it met his body. Slowly, she unrolled it, wrapping it over the head.
Five inches. she proclaimed. Five inches of hard dick, all for me.
Jesus, it was even smaller than she had thought. In truth, it was just shy of five inches, but she rounded up for Dons sake. Samantha had read in magazines that the average penis length was six inches. She knew that his dick was nowhere as long as Deriks or Chucks, but she thought that he was at least average. She hid her disappointment behind her sultry smile. For a few seconds she was worried that Don would read her disappointment in her face, but Don was enjoying having his ego stroked so much that he didnt seem to notice.
She wrapped the measuring tape around his shaft, at the thickest part, to measure the girth.
And four inches around! She said it almost as if she were ecstatic about the findings and upon hearing her forced enthusiasm, Don grinned down at her as if he had just accomplished some amazing feat. In actuality, she was once again let down. His dick was shaped just like him: too thin for a full grown man. Size had never been a factor for her before, but now she couldnt help but notice how small he was. Don had always been decent in the bedroom, often bringing her to climax; she didnt cum every time, but she always had thought that this was pretty normal for most couples. Now she found herself wondering what sex with a bigger dick would be like. It was a new thought for Samantha and it frightened her.
As much as Don liked his ego being stroked, he had been teased for too long and he was ready to fuck.
He reached down, pulled her to her feet, and guided her into the bedroom. All of the teasing and dirty talk had gotten them both so worked up that by the time they reached the bed they were a flurry of limbs and tossed clothing. Naked, Samantha threw the blankets off to the side with glee and laid down on the bed. Although they had tried other positions before, missionary was their usual go to. She had gotten herself so hot with all of the dirty talk she was practically aching to be fucked. She was really going to enjoy this; they were both so worked up that she knew that it wouldnt take long for them to both climax. Samantha smiled sweetly at Don as she slowly spread her legs for him. Don was inside of her within seconds of her hitting the bed.
Don started to fuck her vigorously, with quick, shallow thrusts that surprised her. His usual style was to fuck her with wild abandon, throwing himself completely into it, but still, Samantha was taken aback by the force of his thrusts. Looking into her eyes, his thrusts became more rapid. She could feel her pleasure rising with each thrust; bringing her closer and closer to climax. If he kept this up, at this pace, she was going to climax for sure. The thought made her smile in anticipation.
Items from their nightstand bounced and fell to the ground as Don intensified his fucking. His breathing was becoming quick and shallow and was starting to match the pace of his thrusts. She felt as if she were getting closer to cumming when all of a sudden AAAAGH! Don beat her to it.
Almost immediately his thrusting stopped and his dick began to soften. Looking at his face, Don had the simultaneous look of exhaustion and elation that a person displayed after having their mind blown sexually. Clearly he had a really powerful one, while Samantha was left wanting. She tried to hide her disappointment the best she could.
He gave her a small peck on the cheek and began to roll over, a clear sign that he was done for the night. Samantha grabbed his arm as whispered We can have another go if youre interested.
Truth be told, their first session had happened so quickly she had barely gotten close to climaxing and she had gotten so worked up that she really wanted to cum. It was as if someone scratched all over her body, but somehow missed the one place she was actually itchy. It was frustrating; it felt as if she had, to borrow a phrase from Monica, girly blue balls.
Dont be greedy, Sam. One orgasm should be enough for one night. Don replied with a small smile. He clearly thought that she had climaxed with him. Samantha desperately wanted to give him another chance to please her, but at the same time she didnt want to hurt his ego. He thought that he was the man for pleasing his woman so well and Samantha was hesitant to dash that perception. She was sure that whatever feelings of inadequacy he may be harboring would only be amplified if he knew he didnt give her an orgasm.
Don rose from the bed and crossed over to the bathroom. Samantha could hear him cleaning the sex off of his dick, followed by the sounds of him brushing his teeth. That was their unspoken signal that it was time to turn in for the night. She kept her mouth shut, tried to ignore the aching within her loins, and prepared to go to bed with her boyfriend.
Don was so drained by their lovemaking that once the lights went off he fell asleep almost immediately. This was lucky for Samantha because the whole time that she had laid there beside him all she could think about was how badly her pussy needed to be pleasured. After brushing his teeth, he had turned the t.v. in their bedroom on and had started watching a few of the shows he had saved. He stayed up for two of them, but began to get really sleepy during the third and decided to shut the light off. The entire time, Samantha was in agony. She had wanted nothing more than to touch herself, to finish the job Don had started, but she didnt dare do it until he had fallen asleep. She had laid there, pretending to watch t.v. with him, the whole time thinking about her throbbing vagina. A few times she caught herself grinding slowly against her body pillow, savoring the feeling of the subtle friction, but she stopped when Don noticed the movement.
Once Samantha was sure that Don had fallen asleep, she slowly slipped out from under the covers and crept towards the main bathroom near their kitchen. They had a small bathroom in their bedroom; the one Don had just used, but for what Samantha had planned she wanted to be as far away from him as possible. She didnt want him to hear a thing.
She slowly closed the bathroom door behind her and turned the light on. She immediately sat down on the toilet lid, pulled her panties down to her ankles, and put her hand between her legs. She released a small moan of pleasure. It felt so good to feel the pressure that she had been craving. The moisture that had been there an hour ago was long gone, but as she slowly rubbed between her thighs she could feel it returning. Samantha softly bit her lip as she felt her clit respond to her touches, becoming more and more aroused.
While she touched herself she couldnt help but think of Derik. All throughout foreplay with Don, she had thought of Derik and how drastically different he was from her boyfriend. The most obvious difference was their physiques, the size of their manhoods as well as the rest of their bodies. But, what she found herself dwelling on was the difference in their personalities, which was as apparent as their physical differences. Although they had been friends since high school, they really were almost polar opposites. This radical difference in their personalities as well as their bodies was arousing her in a way that she felt surprising. In a way, it almost felt as if she were cheating on Don. How would she feel if Don thought about another woman while they made love?
As she mind drifted to thoughts of Derik sliding his massive dick into her pussy, she slid one dainty finger within herself. Her pussy lips clung tightly to her finger as she slowly worked it within herself. Again, she couldnt help but to think about how it would feel to have Derik inside of her. Compared to her finger, or Dons penis for that matter, it would have to be the same difference as night and day. Would the sensation bring about an orgasm that would completely overshadow anything else she had ever known? Or would the process of receiving such a massive member bring about so much pain that she would never try it again? It was the unknowing that was arousing Samantha so much. Not knowing how it would feel, but also not knowing just how big his penis was. She couldnt get these thoughts out of her mind. Samantha drove her finger deeper into herself. As she savored the sensation, her eyes had been closed, but looking up she saw herself her reflection in the mirror above the sink.
Samantha didnt normally spend much time looking at herself in a mirror, but what she saw before her surprised her on some level. She usually only gave herself a quick glace on her way out the door, but this time she let her image completely soak in.
Her short, brown hair was still a mess from sex earlier, some of it falling over one eye. Her nighty, a dark pink one with an image of Princess Toadstool on it, was clinging tightly to her in a way that accentuated her breasts. Her nipples, hard from her arousal, could be seen poking against the thin fabric. Although her breasts were not the biggest of her friends, Monica had her beat by a large margin; they looked massive on her small frame. Even though they were only a simple C cup, since she was such a naturally small girl it gave the illusion that they were much larger than that.
None of these things surprised her though; what came as a shock was the expression on her face: it looked hungry and desperate. Desperate to cum, in a way that Samantha had never felt before. Normally, she wouldnt have considered herself to be an especially sexual person. Sure, she enjoyed sex with her boyfriend, but she wasnt usually hungry for it like Monica always seemed to be. Don usually brought her to climax about half of the time. When he did, it felt really good, but when he didnt she didnt usually think it was a very big deal. She usually just rolled over and went to sleep. But tonight was different.
She reached for the waistband of his pajama pants, slowly pulling his pants down, out from under him. Any apprehension he felt at her behavior was quickly forgotten at her touch.
Don stood over her with his pants and boxers around his ankles. He put his arms on his hips, proudly displaying his manhood to her.
As Samantha looked up at him and his erect penis, she couldnt help but, once again, compare him to Derik. Although she had only seen Deriks penis in its flaccid state, she knew without a doubt that his dick absolutely dwarfed what Don had. Somehow she found the difference in size arousing. Knowing that there was a man out there that could reach places inside of her that Don couldnt possibly reach was a turn on.
She reached up with the tape measure and placed it on top of his dick, starting at where it met his body. Slowly, she unrolled it, wrapping it over the head.
Five inches. she proclaimed. Five inches of hard dick, all for me.
Jesus, it was even smaller than she had thought. In truth, it was just shy of five inches, but she rounded up for Dons sake. Samantha had read in magazines that the average penis length was six inches. She knew that his dick was nowhere as long as Deriks or Chucks, but she thought that he was at least average. She hid her disappointment behind her sultry smile. For a few seconds she was worried that Don would read her disappointment in her face, but Don was enjoying having his ego stroked so much that he didnt seem to notice.
She wrapped the measuring tape around his shaft, at the thickest part, to measure the girth.
And four inches around! She said it almost as if she were ecstatic about the findings and upon hearing her forced enthusiasm, Don grinned down at her as if he had just accomplished some amazing feat. In actuality, she was once again let down. His dick was shaped just like him: too thin for a full grown man. Size had never been a factor for her before, but now she couldnt help but notice how small he was. Don had always been decent in the bedroom, often bringing her to climax; she didnt cum every time, but she always had thought that this was pretty normal for most couples. Now she found herself wondering what sex with a bigger dick would be like. It was a new thought for Samantha and it frightened her.
As much as Don liked his ego being stroked, he had been teased for too long and he was ready to fuck.
He reached down, pulled her to her feet, and guided her into the bedroom. All of the teasing and dirty talk had gotten them both so worked up that by the time they reached the bed they were a flurry of limbs and tossed clothing. Naked, Samantha threw the blankets off to the side with glee and laid down on the bed. Although they had tried other positions before, missionary was their usual go to. She had gotten herself so hot with all of the dirty talk she was practically aching to be fucked. She was really going to enjoy this; they were both so worked up that she knew that it wouldnt take long for them to both climax. Samantha smiled sweetly at Don as she slowly spread her legs for him. Don was inside of her within seconds of her hitting the bed.
Don started to fuck her vigorously, with quick, shallow thrusts that surprised her. His usual style was to fuck her with wild abandon, throwing himself completely into it, but still, Samantha was taken aback by the force of his thrusts. Looking into her eyes, his thrusts became more rapid. She could feel her pleasure rising with each thrust; bringing her closer and closer to climax. If he kept this up, at this pace, she was going to climax for sure. The thought made her smile in anticipation.
Items from their nightstand bounced and fell to the ground as Don intensified his fucking. His breathing was becoming quick and shallow and was starting to match the pace of his thrusts. She felt as if she were getting closer to cumming when all of a sudden AAAAGH! Don beat her to it.
Almost immediately his thrusting stopped and his dick began to soften. Looking at his face, Don had the simultaneous look of exhaustion and elation that a person displayed after having their mind blown sexually. Clearly he had a really powerful one, while Samantha was left wanting. She tried to hide her disappointment the best she could.
He gave her a small peck on the cheek and began to roll over, a clear sign that he was done for the night. Samantha grabbed his arm as whispered We can have another go if youre interested.
Truth be told, their first session had happened so quickly she had barely gotten close to climaxing and she had gotten so worked up that she really wanted to cum. It was as if someone scratched all over her body, but somehow missed the one place she was actually itchy. It was frustrating; it felt as if she had, to borrow a phrase from Monica, girly blue balls.
Dont be greedy, Sam. One orgasm should be enough for one night. Don replied with a small smile. He clearly thought that she had climaxed with him. Samantha desperately wanted to give him another chance to please her, but at the same time she didnt want to hurt his ego. He thought that he was the man for pleasing his woman so well and Samantha was hesitant to dash that perception. She was sure that whatever feelings of inadequacy he may be harboring would only be amplified if he knew he didnt give her an orgasm.
Don rose from the bed and crossed over to the bathroom. Samantha could hear him cleaning the sex off of his dick, followed by the sounds of him brushing his teeth. That was their unspoken signal that it was time to turn in for the night. She kept her mouth shut, tried to ignore the aching within her loins, and prepared to go to bed with her boyfriend.
* * *
Don was so drained by their lovemaking that once the lights went off he fell asleep almost immediately. This was lucky for Samantha because the whole time that she had laid there beside him all she could think about was how badly her pussy needed to be pleasured. After brushing his teeth, he had turned the t.v. in their bedroom on and had started watching a few of the shows he had saved. He stayed up for two of them, but began to get really sleepy during the third and decided to shut the light off. The entire time, Samantha was in agony. She had wanted nothing more than to touch herself, to finish the job Don had started, but she didnt dare do it until he had fallen asleep. She had laid there, pretending to watch t.v. with him, the whole time thinking about her throbbing vagina. A few times she caught herself grinding slowly against her body pillow, savoring the feeling of the subtle friction, but she stopped when Don noticed the movement.
Once Samantha was sure that Don had fallen asleep, she slowly slipped out from under the covers and crept towards the main bathroom near their kitchen. They had a small bathroom in their bedroom; the one Don had just used, but for what Samantha had planned she wanted to be as far away from him as possible. She didnt want him to hear a thing.
She slowly closed the bathroom door behind her and turned the light on. She immediately sat down on the toilet lid, pulled her panties down to her ankles, and put her hand between her legs. She released a small moan of pleasure. It felt so good to feel the pressure that she had been craving. The moisture that had been there an hour ago was long gone, but as she slowly rubbed between her thighs she could feel it returning. Samantha softly bit her lip as she felt her clit respond to her touches, becoming more and more aroused.
While she touched herself she couldnt help but think of Derik. All throughout foreplay with Don, she had thought of Derik and how drastically different he was from her boyfriend. The most obvious difference was their physiques, the size of their manhoods as well as the rest of their bodies. But, what she found herself dwelling on was the difference in their personalities, which was as apparent as their physical differences. Although they had been friends since high school, they really were almost polar opposites. This radical difference in their personalities as well as their bodies was arousing her in a way that she felt surprising. In a way, it almost felt as if she were cheating on Don. How would she feel if Don thought about another woman while they made love?
As she mind drifted to thoughts of Derik sliding his massive dick into her pussy, she slid one dainty finger within herself. Her pussy lips clung tightly to her finger as she slowly worked it within herself. Again, she couldnt help but to think about how it would feel to have Derik inside of her. Compared to her finger, or Dons penis for that matter, it would have to be the same difference as night and day. Would the sensation bring about an orgasm that would completely overshadow anything else she had ever known? Or would the process of receiving such a massive member bring about so much pain that she would never try it again? It was the unknowing that was arousing Samantha so much. Not knowing how it would feel, but also not knowing just how big his penis was. She couldnt get these thoughts out of her mind. Samantha drove her finger deeper into herself. As she savored the sensation, her eyes had been closed, but looking up she saw herself her reflection in the mirror above the sink.
Samantha didnt normally spend much time looking at herself in a mirror, but what she saw before her surprised her on some level. She usually only gave herself a quick glace on her way out the door, but this time she let her image completely soak in.
Her short, brown hair was still a mess from sex earlier, some of it falling over one eye. Her nighty, a dark pink one with an image of Princess Toadstool on it, was clinging tightly to her in a way that accentuated her breasts. Her nipples, hard from her arousal, could be seen poking against the thin fabric. Although her breasts were not the biggest of her friends, Monica had her beat by a large margin; they looked massive on her small frame. Even though they were only a simple C cup, since she was such a naturally small girl it gave the illusion that they were much larger than that.
None of these things surprised her though; what came as a shock was the expression on her face: it looked hungry and desperate. Desperate to cum, in a way that Samantha had never felt before. Normally, she wouldnt have considered herself to be an especially sexual person. Sure, she enjoyed sex with her boyfriend, but she wasnt usually hungry for it like Monica always seemed to be. Don usually brought her to climax about half of the time. When he did, it felt really good, but when he didnt she didnt usually think it was a very big deal. She usually just rolled over and went to sleep. But tonight was different.
Typically, she didnt even masturbate that often. Samantha knew from talking with Monica that she had a variety of sexual toys, all ranging in shape and size, and that she used them all the time. Samantha, on the other hand, didnt even own a vibrator. Once, a long time ago, Monica had given her a small vibrator about the size of a lipstick for her birthday, and Samantha had planned on bringing it into the bedroom with Don. She thought that he would enjoy having something different in the bedroom, but she found out to her incredible dismay that she had been very, very wrong. It immediately caused a fight between the two of them, one of their first really bad ones. He was so intimidated by the small device that things between the two of them didnt return to normal until she had thrown it away.
Looking into the eyes of her reflection, Samantha could tell that something had changed. Not only was she hungry to cum, she was desperate for it. It was painted clearly in the expression on her face. This was a radical departure from her normal demeanor; it was as if receiving sexual pleasure had somehow been bumped up on her list of priorities. As she continued to message her clit she saw her face light up with pleasure, she looked as if she was truly becoming alive. It was almost like looking at a stranger. Was this how Monica felt every day? She had often thought that Monica was abnormally fixated on sex, but maybe she had it all wrong. Maybe it was herself that was abnormal in how un-sexual she was.
Whatever was happening to her, Samantha liked it. The pleasure she was feeling from her own touch easily dwarfed anything Don was giving to her, and if it was because of the new way she was thinking about sex, comparing Don to Derik, then she welcomed it with open arms. Who knew that just thinking about sex in a different way could open such pleasures within herself? Samantha liked the idea of becoming someone different. Someone more open-minded, more sexual. It made her feel as if she was truly coming alive, and it made her realize, for the first time, just how sexually unfulfilled she was with Don. As she thought these things, her expression in the mirror matched the escalating pleasure between her legs.
Feeling herself nearing climax, she stepped out of her panties and quickly walked over to the mirror above the sink. She leaned forward, placing one hand on the edge of the sink, and stared intently at her own face while she worked her clit with her free hand. She wanted to see herself cum.
As she orgasmed, Samantha forced her eyes to stay open. She savored every little nuance in her expression as she felt the wave, after wave, of pleasure rising from between her legs. From her clenched mouth, she released a small, high pitched, moan, that she hoped couldnt be heard from the bedroom. It lasted for almost thirty full seconds and by the time she had finished, her legs were shaking. Samanthas hand on the sink grew tired from supporting her weight, and once she had finished her climax, she let her body slowly fall to the floor.
The tile felt cold against her burning skin, but she didnt mind. She had just had the best orgasm of her life. She previously would never imagine that she could feel such pleasure, let alone all by herself. The image of herself cumming was burned into her mind. It was simultaneously alien to her, and familiar, almost like seeing an old friend after years of absence. It was shocking to her, and yet, and there was no denying that it was beautiful.
Samantha released a long sigh and leaned forward, putting her head in her lap. Her body felt tired from being tense for so long and the feeling of having release was slowly spreading to the rest of her body. She opened her eyes and stared between her knees. The pink nightshirt that she was wearing was all bunched up under her and it was slowly becoming soaked from her pleasure. The sight of the spreading stain made Samantha smile. Looking at what her arousal was doing to the nightshirt caused a small itch to appear within herself. One that needed to be scratched. Why was everything turning her on tonight?
Samantha leaned her head against the wall and slowly began to rub herself. In all of her memory she had never climaxed twice in one night, but tonight she was going to. She reached up to push a lock of stray hair from her face and stopped. She caught a whiff of her arousal. Just as she had never seen herself cum, she had never smelled her own arousal before. It was a musky scent that, as hard as it was to describe, was undeniably her smell. It was good.
Laying there on the bathroom floor, Samantha played with her pussy for the second time that night. And although she didnt fully understand what was happening within her, she knew that she was going to enjoy whatever she was becoming.
Looking into the eyes of her reflection, Samantha could tell that something had changed. Not only was she hungry to cum, she was desperate for it. It was painted clearly in the expression on her face. This was a radical departure from her normal demeanor; it was as if receiving sexual pleasure had somehow been bumped up on her list of priorities. As she continued to message her clit she saw her face light up with pleasure, she looked as if she was truly becoming alive. It was almost like looking at a stranger. Was this how Monica felt every day? She had often thought that Monica was abnormally fixated on sex, but maybe she had it all wrong. Maybe it was herself that was abnormal in how un-sexual she was.
Whatever was happening to her, Samantha liked it. The pleasure she was feeling from her own touch easily dwarfed anything Don was giving to her, and if it was because of the new way she was thinking about sex, comparing Don to Derik, then she welcomed it with open arms. Who knew that just thinking about sex in a different way could open such pleasures within herself? Samantha liked the idea of becoming someone different. Someone more open-minded, more sexual. It made her feel as if she was truly coming alive, and it made her realize, for the first time, just how sexually unfulfilled she was with Don. As she thought these things, her expression in the mirror matched the escalating pleasure between her legs.
Feeling herself nearing climax, she stepped out of her panties and quickly walked over to the mirror above the sink. She leaned forward, placing one hand on the edge of the sink, and stared intently at her own face while she worked her clit with her free hand. She wanted to see herself cum.
As she orgasmed, Samantha forced her eyes to stay open. She savored every little nuance in her expression as she felt the wave, after wave, of pleasure rising from between her legs. From her clenched mouth, she released a small, high pitched, moan, that she hoped couldnt be heard from the bedroom. It lasted for almost thirty full seconds and by the time she had finished, her legs were shaking. Samanthas hand on the sink grew tired from supporting her weight, and once she had finished her climax, she let her body slowly fall to the floor.
The tile felt cold against her burning skin, but she didnt mind. She had just had the best orgasm of her life. She previously would never imagine that she could feel such pleasure, let alone all by herself. The image of herself cumming was burned into her mind. It was simultaneously alien to her, and familiar, almost like seeing an old friend after years of absence. It was shocking to her, and yet, and there was no denying that it was beautiful.
Samantha released a long sigh and leaned forward, putting her head in her lap. Her body felt tired from being tense for so long and the feeling of having release was slowly spreading to the rest of her body. She opened her eyes and stared between her knees. The pink nightshirt that she was wearing was all bunched up under her and it was slowly becoming soaked from her pleasure. The sight of the spreading stain made Samantha smile. Looking at what her arousal was doing to the nightshirt caused a small itch to appear within herself. One that needed to be scratched. Why was everything turning her on tonight?
Samantha leaned her head against the wall and slowly began to rub herself. In all of her memory she had never climaxed twice in one night, but tonight she was going to. She reached up to push a lock of stray hair from her face and stopped. She caught a whiff of her arousal. Just as she had never seen herself cum, she had never smelled her own arousal before. It was a musky scent that, as hard as it was to describe, was undeniably her smell. It was good.
Laying there on the bathroom floor, Samantha played with her pussy for the second time that night. And although she didnt fully understand what was happening within her, she knew that she was going to enjoy whatever she was becoming.
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No one cares for your opinion if you haven't even read the story.
I for one LOVE this story and can't wait for more!! You know she's gotta measure Derik now ;P
He was banned swiftly. I'm not a fan of negative comments, for the simple fact that in this section you have the choice to read or not. It's not a topic or content specific area. Not to mention that the authors here are contributing from their own imagination, and there are GREAT stories here from guys like JJsuperBIrd, GTOK, Castor12, and many many more. This section is one of the primary reasons that I am still active here. The writing quality is THAT good.
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I feel bad repeating myself so often, but I felt that it was important to let you know that this story hasn't been forgotten.
It seems that my original goal of finishing "The Size of a Friend" before the new semester was a pretty foolish thing to promise all of you. I may have been a little too ambitious. Of course, now school is up and running again and I have even less time than I did before. I still work on it from time to time, but (and I know this won't come as a shock) unfortunately new chapters will continue to slowly trickle out for the foreseeable future.
It's funny though, because the story isn't ever really far from my mind; I probably think about Derik and Samantha at least a few times a day. I really do enjoy writing about these characters and I wish I could do it more often. I've written out a rough outline of where I want to take the story (and boy am I excited to get there), but time is simply a thing I don't have in abundance anymore.
Once again I apologize. I know this is frustrating, for you and for me, but I really am doing my best.
Oh, and as always, thank you all for the kind comments. Even the "bumps" this story receives are appreciated.
It seems that my original goal of finishing "The Size of a Friend" before the new semester was a pretty foolish thing to promise all of you. I may have been a little too ambitious. Of course, now school is up and running again and I have even less time than I did before. I still work on it from time to time, but (and I know this won't come as a shock) unfortunately new chapters will continue to slowly trickle out for the foreseeable future.
It's funny though, because the story isn't ever really far from my mind; I probably think about Derik and Samantha at least a few times a day. I really do enjoy writing about these characters and I wish I could do it more often. I've written out a rough outline of where I want to take the story (and boy am I excited to get there), but time is simply a thing I don't have in abundance anymore.
Once again I apologize. I know this is frustrating, for you and for me, but I really am doing my best.
Oh, and as always, thank you all for the kind comments. Even the "bumps" this story receives are appreciated.
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No need to apologize! You're doing a great job writing this fabulous story and it is absolutely worth the wait. I can't wait anymore, please continue! 
