SHORT STORY
midget love M/F

    Tiny , how she hated the nickname but nobody ever called her by her real name of Sue Ellen, was reviewing her life. It had always been shitty but lately had it been improving. She had a new good job, her money problems seemed to be lessening, and wonder of wonders there was this guy who was bidding to be more than a friend. Romance had never been a part of her life before. Sex, that was easy but she had soon tired of the kind of sex she was offered. You see, her nickname was fitting. She was only a bit over three feet tall, a third grader with tits and a woman’s ass. In truth she looked more like a very short twelve year old, small tits, thin build, rounded ass, and very short legs all of which lived under a face framed by long hair. She was pretty even thought she looked like she had been assembled from spare parts. Nothing quite fit right and for most of her life most people’s reaction to her was to look away, giggle, or pity her. Most guys were more than willing to sleep with her just for the novelty factor, how many guys ever get to screw a midget. It only took a few before she figured it out and stopped responding to the offers. So for way to long she had been beating her own bush and dreaming about her prince charming. 
    Brad was somehow different. He had been introduced to her by a friend and he seemed to overlook her size right from the start. Even better he called her Sue Ellen and took pains to avoid having to look down at her and usually found some way to even their heights. She never felt like a child talking to a grown-up with him and he never acted like he was just after a new experience with her.  Yes , all in all things were looking up. They had spent some time together and she considered him a friend and she was sure that he felt the same. He had dropped some hints that he was interested in becoming more than a friend but he had not pushed it and she was willing to go slow. She was still not sure that he was just not stalking her with more care than the rest of the jerks she had dealt with. They were going out tonight, not a date but just two friends going to do something they both enjoyed together. Maybe they would talk later.
    The show was only OK but after it he offered to take her to a small restaurant he knew and she was willing. She marveled at the way he treated her as an equal adult. In her experience few could manage to make her forget her size and even fewer could forget it themselves. He made her feel like a queen as he helped up onto the booster seat and she felt that everyone watching was jealous of her. The food more than made up for the poor show and they stayed quite late. She had too much to drink and tipsy when they left. She was somewhat disappointed when he saw her home and left her at her door without trying a move on her but she was thrilled when he offered that he had really enjoyed himself and wanted to do it again and soon. She staggered off to bed and needed to take matters in hand to calm herself before she could sleep. She dozed off with her hand cupping her pussy and dreaming it was his. 
    In the morning she realized that she had unwittingly given him the best chance he could have gotten if all he was interested in was screwing a little person and he had passed it by. She could relax, he was for real. They started spending more time together but the relationship was still chaste except for goodnight kisses. Then one evening he mentioned a small cabin a friend owned that had just been cleaned and stocked for a party that was canceled at the last minute because of sickness. He had been offered it for the weekend if he was interested, eat the food and drink the beer rather have it go to waste. Would she like to go there? It was very private and quite beautiful. They could drive up there tonight if she wished. She thought fast, this was a golden opportunity and she asked only to stop at home to grab a few things. It only took  a short time before they were on their way.  She spent the trip riding in the center seat  next to him like a teenager. His arm around her gave her a squeeze from time to time and she rested her hand on his thigh and made small rubbing motions there. A most enjoyable ride for both. The cabin was both private and very nice, no electricity or phone, gas for cooking, lighting, heat, and even the fridge. A log cabin set deep in the woods by a small lake at the end of a very long dirt road. She was thrilled when he led her in and showed her around. His offhand comment that there was nothing that they would need in the car until morning sent chills running up her back, he had the same ideas she did. Tonight would be the first time in her life making love instead of just having sex. Dare she dream that he would be the first to bring her to orgasm. None of the others had cared enough to even try. She had often done it to herself so she knew it was possible and she hoped that he would take the time to do her right. They puttered about the place for a while and he made drinks that they shared on the big couch. It was so right to be there leaning back against his strong chest that when his hand drifted down to cup her breast it felt like a small friendly animal returning to its nest.  She returned to his leg and for a while they sat quietly just touching and enjoying. He twisted and moved until he could kiss her and she was shocked by the reaction her body had from that simple act. The warm feeling she had from his hand holding her breast was mixed with the electric tingles from his kiss and she suddenly was afire. For the first time in her life her pussy was wetting itself. She wanted him and she was ready for him to take her. However he wasn’t like the others. They had quickly moved from kissing to grabbing her tits to fingering her pussy and then on to entering her where they just pounded away until they quickly spent. And all of it without a care for her feelings or pleasure.  He seemed to be willing to kiss and cuddle all night. He did move his hands under her blouse to find her braless breasts. The pleasure she received from that simple act was a revelation to her, this was unknown territory but she liked it, oh yes she liked it. Sometime or other her blouse disappeared , its whereabouts unknown. The kisses he bestowed now traced the swell  of her breasts instead of the curve of her lips. She was getting short of breath as her body responded to his expert teasing and before long she exploded in the first orgasm given to her by somebody else. She had not even known it was possible to climax just from having her tits kissed. Nor did she expect  him to continue lifting her to even higher levels of passion. While she rode the wave he gently removed her slacks and panties. She willing lifted her ass to allow them to slide down and as they left her body she spread her legs to take him into her. She was so wrapped up in her own pleasure that she failed to notice what he was doing. The trail of kisses and love bites started at her knee and led up. She noticed what he was up to just before his tongue parted her swollen cunt lips. She thought >My God, he’s going to eat me. I’ve heard about it  but never-- OH MY GOD  OH GOD HO GOD.
Needless to say she highly approved of the practice. A wave of wonderful orgasms washed over her. She had no idea of what he was doing but she wanted it never to end. The climaxes she had given herself were reveled for the pale imitations that they were. She screamed and thrashed and pulled his hair as he used his tongue, lips, teeth. and fingers to  pleasure her. She crotch was filled with things doing wonderful stuff to her but it could not last. She finally reached the point where her body just could not go on and she collapsed in a sodden limp mass. Even then he continued to touch her, every inch of her body felt his soft caresses, not only the outside but as much of the inside as he could reach. He french kissed her, long deep slow kisses. She could taste her juices on his lips and she realized the pleasure he had gotten from the taste of her clean outpourings. His hands continued to massage her now tender breasts and to probe her lowed openings. His fingers in her up to now unused little butt hole should have bothered her but the feeling somehow blended with all the others and it just felt so right. She rode the waves until she at last became aware of the world once again just as he stood up to remove his clothes. Somehow she found the strength and the will to sit and than stand to help him. She had the pleasure of pulling his pants down and having his rigid manhood pop out in front of her eyes. He was magnificent  and as she reached for it she realized two things, a woman could do for a man what he had done for her and that as she stood there in front of him his dick was at the same level as her mouth. She really had no idea of what she was going to do but with a deep breath she opened her mouth and took him in. Of course  she fumbled at first but with some trail and error and with his gentle help she soon had the basics of it figured out. His reactions were all she could have hoped for and she was quite surprised when she began to react to his pleasure. As  he got hotter so did she. Another lesson learned, one could enjoy one’s lover’s feelings and receive much pleasure from the giving. Although the act was new to her she recognized the signs as he closed in on his climax. She had heard that most men loved it when a woman was able to swallow their load and she was going to try. Still the size and fierceness of his jet surprised her and she almost choked as her mouth and throat were flooded. Somehow she managed to breathe, swallow, and suck all at the same time. She could feel dribbles running down her chin but she felt that she had gotten most of it. When the spurting had died he dropped to his knees and thanked her with a long needful kiss. They ended up snuggled on the floor, well actually on the bear skin rug but still they were about as low as they could get. The couch was just too far away and too high.
    Some time later she felt herself being lifted. She opened her eyes enough to realize that he was carrying her into the bedroom. The king sized bed looked and felt wonderful and she prepared to just lose herself in the best sleep she had ever had. However there was the small matter of what he was doing. His hands were taking liberties with her. At first it was just a nice background to her attempts at sleep. Before long her body was getting more interested in what he was doing than it was in slumber.  The renewed kisses on her pussy jolted her totally awake and she responded as if a switch had been flipped. It was clear that 69 was out of the question damn it but he seemed to be much more interested in her pleasure than his own at the moment. She was vaguely aware that he was searching for something in the drawer next to the bed as she sat on his face. She was so busy riding her passion that she might have missed a brass marching band ha one tromped through the bed room. A buzzing sound got her to wondering. The first touch of the vibrator blew her away. Coupled with his busy tongue she soon was experiencing more multiple orgasms. They came at her like large surf, one after the other until they threatened to drown her. He picked her up and turned her around so her back was to him as he sat up under her. With his back leaning against the headboard of the bed he lowered her down onto his erect organ. She almost fainted as he slid deeply into her. She had never felt so full or so complete. He allowed her to sit there, leaning back against his broad chest with her sex filled with his. There can be no finer feeling she thought, this has got to be heaven. It was her need that broke the spell. She just had to feel him moving in her, it was a matter of life and death to move against his hardness. As she did so his hands began to wander once more. He touched her every  place her could reach. Flames roared over her, she would die here but there could be no finer death. Once more the buzzing sound reached her ears. This time she was ready and had spread her legs enough to allow the magic machine access to her tiny button. Once it was there she slammed her legs together to trap it and to squeeze him tighter. The world disappeared under the assault. She nether knew or cared what happened as the feelings grew and washed everything away. She climbed ever higher, way past even the levels she had thought to be the top before. She could not get enough air but she didn’t care, just keep climbing. The jerking and frantic movements of his dick in her only boosted her flight. When he spent into her the warm jets blew her over the cliff and she screamed and collapsed with the force of her orgasm. It just went on and on and on. She had no idea of how long their mutual climaxes lasted. They woke the next morning in the same position. His dick was still in contact with her pussy and it too very little movement to get it inserted once more. This time it was not passion that drove them. It was just the need to be as close as they could get to each other. A long slow quiet session, gentle caresses and small, soft movements. Not a long lovemaking but rather a deep bonding of two souls. When he came she felt not a hard climax but a release from all the doubts and fears in her life. She sank back into his arms knowing the peace that finding love brings. She never wanted to be anyplace else as long as she lived.