Chris walked back to his tiny apartment, his head roaring. Beside him walked Eun-joo, the friendly, Korean, sexy-as--hell fellow graduate student from his department. They walked through the brisk air and chatted, with Eun-joo hardly suspecting a thing. And why would she? She was married, after all. Chris had no business to even think about what he was going to do. 

Oh, but it would be such a regret to NOT try. Chris had known the young woman for years, admiring her ass, her legs, the sweet swell of her breasts, her creamy skin -- not to mention her sense of humor and easy smile. He'd been in love with her for most the time he'd known her, though the situation had never been right to ask her out. He'd flirted, and she'd allowed it, but he was a little thin and awkward, with thick glasses, so he never really thought he had a chance. Besides, she was always involved with someone else, and then she'd gone and gotten married. He attended their wedding and had to swallow hard several times. 

He'd put a damper on the flirting after the wedding -- the flirting had grown to be a harmless part of their friendship, or so she'd interpreted it -- but after a while she came into his cubicle and asked why he'd been so distant since the wedding. 

"Is it because I'm married now?" She said, a playful, hurt look in her eye. He'd smiled, and the silly flirting resumed. Whenever she'd mentioned her husband, Dale, was out of town, for example, he'd say something like, 'well, now we can finally go out for dinner,' or something like that. She'd laugh and slap his shoulder. 

"Naughty man," she'd say, and wink one of her big, almond eyes. 

Little did she know the effect her mere presence had upon Chris. He'd breathe deep around her to catch a whiff of her perfume. He'd watch her when she didn't know it, noting how she moved, and the elegant slimness of her neck and arms, and the way her hips curved beautifully into her torso. There were other pretty girls around the department, but none as much as her, nor with the psychological hold she bore on him. He was artful with his masturbation, and she was a regular star of the show. 

Eun-joo, of course, considered him a good friend, which led to the situation they were in now. She'd been married a year and had had her first big fight with Dale. She'd caught him surfing internet porn, and he'd reacted belligerently, telling her that if their sex life hadn't "dried up" since getting married he wouldn't have to look for it online. Hurtful words were exchanged, and the next day Chris found her crying on his shoulder. 

"Sometimes..." she sobbed. 

"Sometimes what?" He said, patting her back. 

"Sometimes I wonder if I get married too soon," she said. "I mean maybe I don't know him good enough!" 

"There, there," Chris said, patting her. The weight of her body leaning against him aroused him, and he had to shift to avoid her noticing the bulge in his jeans. 

Eun-joo's fight with Dale lasted another day, then another. Each day she'd come in and end up in his arms, and by the third day he was rubbing her back. 

"Say," he said, setting in motion something he'd played in his mind a thousand times. "Why don't we go somewhere? You like Lake Charles, don't you? It's frozen now. We can actually walk on it." 

She wiped her eyes and shrugged. "Why not?" She said. 

"Okay," he said. "First we have to drop by my place." 

And they set off walking. 

They got to his door. 

"This is... small," Eun-joo said, looking at the apartment, which was actually a converted garage. 

"It's enough for me," he said, and opened the door. Fortunately he'd cleaned the night before and the place actually looked neat. The tiny apartment was dominated by his bed, even though it was only a twin size. She tossed her bag on it and he couldn't help but steal a glance. How many times had he envisioned himself impregnating her on that bed? Too many to count. 

"So," she said, "what did you have to pick up?" 

"Oh, just a map," he said. Then he played his card, albeit a far-flung one. If it was meant to be it was meant to be, he reassured himself. "Do you want some tea before we go?" 

She shrugged and removed her coat. "Sure," she said. "That would be fine." 

Chris smiled and brewed up a large pot of tea. He removed a pair of large mugs from his cabinet and gave her a steaming cup. 

'Wow," she said. "This will keep me warm." 

They chatted, and she drank. Chris sipped, but not too much. It wouldn't do for him to be running off to the bathroom, not if he hoped to have a chance of this working. They talked and talked. 

'Well," Eun-joo said, checking her watch. "It's almost two o'clock. Shouldn't we get going?" 

"I guess," Chris said. "Do you want anything before we go?" 

"Hmm," she said, looking around. "Do you mind if I..." She pointed at the bathroom. 

"Not at all, go ahead," he said, his heart pounding madly. He reached in and flipped on the light for her. She set her mug in the sink and went inside, closing the door behind her. Chris took a deep breath. He watched his hands go to work. First they unbuckled his belt, then untucked his shirt, then, unbelievably, pushed his pants down. In a moment he was stark naked. 

Chris was a virgin. The only brush he'd ever had with sex was in high school, when he convinced the geek Vicky Duncan to accompany him to the prom. They'd kissed in the car because that what you do at prom, and then they made a fumbling groping at each other because that's what you do, too, and neither of them wanted to be the party-pooper. It had ended when Vicky finally, after an hour, reached down and touched his pants between his legs. 

"Oh my gooooooodnesss...." she said, and then said she wanted to go home. Chris never knew what happened. How was he to interpret that? Was he too small? He'd gone about school the next few days, worried that word was spreading about him. The only thing that happened, however, was that some of Vicky's friends seemed to smile at him a little more often. What was behind those smiles? He never found out. When one of them tried to say hi one day, he turned and ran away. 

He stood there looking down at his penis. It hung there limply between his legs. "Don't shrink on me now," he said. 

He heard the toilet flush. The sink ran. Chris leaned up against a chair, mustering all his courage and all his love of Eun-joo to keep himself calm. If it was ever going to happen, this is how it would have to happen. An overt act of seduction. Sure, he was risking their friendship, even alienation. But he'd decided that it was worth the chance. 

The door swung open and Eun-joo came out. For a moment she didn't see him, and then she saw him standing there, a ray of sunlight across his bare body. Her eyes went wider and wider. Then they fell impulsively to his cock, hanging there, and her jaw dropped a bit. 

"Chris..." she breathed. 

"Eun-joo," he said, somehow keeping his voice steady. "I want to stay here with you this afternoon." 

She said nothing. Just looked from his face to his penis, and back again. 

"I want to make love to you," he continued. "I'm sorry if I startled you... I just couldn't bring myself... I don't know how to start this kind of thing, not with any woman, not a married one, and, well, here's the only way I could see trying it--"

"Chris!" She said, recovering. "Chris! Put your clothes on!" 

"I'm not joking," he said. "Just once, Eun-joo. Just make love to me once and let me put this thing inside me to rest."

Her eyes swiveled back and forth between his face and penis. Back and forth. "I'm married," she said. 

"Just once," he said. 

She stood there. She looked at the door and then, he thought, at the bed, then back at him, at his penis. 

"It'll get bigger," he offered. "I think it would be nice. It's not the size of the wave, right? Motion of the ocean?" 

"Bigger?" She said, her eyes widening a bit. 

"Yeah," he said. "It's not really, well, ready yet." 

"Chris," she said, and he thought he saw a smile flash across her face. "That's the biggest penis I've ever seen!"

He shrugged. She searched his eyes. "Oh my goodness," she said. "You're not joking, are you?" 

"Are you?" 

"No!" She said, looking at his penis again. "It's huge!" 

At this point his cock twitched. Something about this new level of intimacy between them, in which she knew his penis size, turned him on tremendously, even though they hadn't done anything yet. If things stopped right here, and they went on as normal, and she knew how big his penis was, that might be enough to keep him satisfied. But of course things could never go back to normal now. The only question was what the new normal would be. All because he stripped off his clothes for her. 

"Oh, Chris!" She said, letting out a laugh. "It's... twitching!" 

"Sorry," he said. "This is... a lot for me right now." 

A funny look came over her face. She grabbed her bag and her coat and headed for the door. He deflated. She stopped near the door and reached for the handle, let her hand linger there. Then she locked it, and dropped her coat and bag on the chair. She turned and sauntered over toward him. 

"Lay down on your bed," she said. "With me." 

Obediently he followed her instructions. He laid on his back and she laid next to him. She shrugged and unbuttoned her pants, rocked her hips, pushed them down, and he watched in water-mouthed amazement as she stripped her garments one by one unttil she too was naked. She propped herself on one elbow and reached down for his cock. She wrapped her fingers and palm around it and began to stroke pleasantly. 

"Why didn't you just tell me?" She said. "Save yourself all this agony. Poor man. How long have you wanted this?" 

"My God, Eun-joo," he said. "Since about the first week I knew you." 

"You idiot," she said, smiling, and pulling a little more firmly. "We could have been... fucking all this time?" 

"I didn't think--" 

"That's because you're BLIND," she said. "I've always thought you were so cute, all absorbed in this thing or that, your cute little butt barely holding up your jeans." 

"Eun-joo," he said, finding conversation difficult. He was half erect now. "Why didn't you tell ME?" 

"Because women don't do that," she said, giving him a tug that drew a moan from his throat. "If I weren't in love with you I wouldn't have let you seduce me like THIS, either. My goodness, how crass!" 

"Love...?" 

She smiled at him and kissed him, still stroking his twitching cock. 

"What about Dale?" He breathed. "I have to ask..." 

"Shhh," she said. "Just once... then we'll just have to live with this memory. Can you live with that? If not we should--" 

"I can live with it," he said, cupping her orange-size breast in a hand and kneading it. She bit her lip and smiled, and continued pulling on his cock. It was a runaway train now, in the final stages of growth. 

"Oh, goodness, Chris," Eun-joo said, as he ran his hand across her smooth skin. "You're so BIG... who would've known... so much BIGGER..." 

"Bigger than what?" He said, kissing at her neck, her ears, as their bodies edged closer, and their legs hooked together. 

She chuckled. "You know." 

"Bigger than what?" His kisses ran down to her breast, and she clung to the back of his head and gasped as he found her swollen nipple and took it in his mouth. Her knee wedged under him invitingly. 

"Bigger than Dale," she murmured, and giggled. 

"He wouldn't like to hear you say that," he said.

"If he could see us right now that would be the least of his concerns," she said. 

"What would his concern be?" Chris said. She was stroking him in long, hard pulls. He found her pussy with his hand and rubbed it. 

"Ohhh," she moaned. "He'd... be concerned that in a moment..." 

"Yeah? Yeah?" 

Eun-joo rolled to her back, her thighs spreading, her hips and back arching. She pulled his penis with her, and he obliged, rolling on top of her, feeling her smooth, hot body pressing against his. She stirred his rod against her moist crotch. 

"He'd be concerned that in a second you're gonna be..." She pushed the head of his cock against her pussy. "RIght..." and she arched her hips. "Inside me!" 

Chris thrust his hips forward, and for a moment there was just wet pressure between them. Then, suddenly, the head of his engorged cock penetrated, and their bodies shivered as they worked together to usher the rest of his rock-hard dick into her pussy. They moaned in unison as he slid deep, all the way up to his balls. 

"OhhhhHHH Chris!" Eun-joo gasped. "OhhHHH YES!" 

He grasped her ass with one hand and braced himself with the other, fucking her urgently, his ass flexing between her milky thighs. She ran her hands up his back as he humped her and her knees worked against his sides. 

"Oh jeez, Chris, OH JEEZ," she moaned. "Sweet FUCK you're so BIG! I can't believe I've been hanging around this magnificent thing for three years and haven't been FUCKED by it yet! Oh, baby, yes, baby, YES!" 

Nine inches of steely cock burrowed deep between her hips, grinding along the welcoming, slick heat of her vagina. She hooked her ankles behind his ass, drawing him in as close as possible. If he withdrew too far she'd flex her hamstrings and pull him back in. 

"Don't you leave me," she'd say. "Don't you pull that thing out of me yet." 

Their bellies slapped and slapped, and the bed creaked and groaned. Chris's cat, Snuggles, watched in horror from the bookshelf as her human entangled himself with this other human. Her ears flattened as they cried out and moaned at each other, and in her feline way she wondered why humans ever mated if it seemed to hurt so much. 

Of course it wasn't hurting them; all of Chris's neurons were devoted to paying attention to the tight, hot warmth enveloping his cock. His landlord could have barged in at that instant and demanded six months of rent and he wouldn't have noticed a thing. Eun-joo swelled and arched beneath him, her breasts brushing his thin chest. 

"Oh baby," Chris moaned, feeling a tingle starting deep in his cock. 

"Gettin' there?" She moaned, fucking him harder. "Me too, honey, me too..." 

"I'm not... we're not wearing--" 

"A condom?" She said. "Pull out just before. Just before..." 

A little moan grew in his throat as the tingle grew to a pulse, then a searing wave, filling his cock. Every nerve in his joint seemed to be alive and firing. 

"Oh baby I'm gonna--" 

"Not yet!" She urged. "Keep going but not yet! Oh I'm gonna come I'm gonna come--" 

"I have to come out--" 

"Not yet!" She said, almost yelling it. "Oh FUCK, forget it just come INSIDE me, Chris, come INSIDE my pussy!" 

The shock of this statement drove back the orgasm momentarily, and she looked at him questioningly as his rhythm tapered down. 

"Are you sure?" He said. She smiled and nodded. 

"Is it... okay?" 

She rolled her eyes up theatrically. "I think so." 

He nodded. "Okay," he said, finding the groove again. "Let's do this." 

"That's what I like, baby," she moaned. "Ohhh YES... get it going again..." 

As they reintensified, she blurted out. "Chris, this isn't the best time..." 

"You said--" 

"I know," she said, and then whispered in his ear, "but I want you to anyway." 

"Ohhh baby," he moaned, his rod finding new energy, it's bulging head surging up against her cervix, deep inside her hips. "Ohhh YEAH..." 

"C'mon, Chris," she said. "You love me that much?" 

"Ohhh baby," he moaned. "YES I do... I want... I want..." 

"You want ....UNHHH... what?" 

"I wanna put a baby in you," he said. 

"Oh Chris," she moaned, and her body began to quake in deep orgasm. He could feel her pussy pulsing against his cock like a bass drum. She cried out, clawing at him. "I want you to come I want you to come--"

He thought of her walking around campus, her belly bulging, everyone assuming it was Dale's, but only he and Eun-joo knowing the truth. He could see her pregnant belly, bare, full of life. 

The first jet of semen came so hard that it hurt his cock as it exited. Then came the next, and, as he gasped and arched his back into her, the floodgates opened and his cock spewed jet after jet of hot cum into her pussy. It splashed about inside her, filling crevices, washing up against channels in her skin, where it would wait. 

When he pulled out his penis flopped onto his belly, exhausted. He eyed it proudly. They laid there in the afternoon light, holding each other, listening to the cars pass outside. 

"You think we--it--" Chris began. She put a finger on his lips. 

"Who knows?" She said. "We certainly tried, didn't we?" 

"Yes," Chris said. "Yes, we certainly did." 