Sally and me

[Mastron]

Oh my god. I still remember this story. The style it's written reminded me a lot of a story I'll post below. I used to send Nelek lot of fan mail, because love the hugeness of Sally and his descriptions of environments, phisuqes and stuff. Even though sometimes I'd feel he'd derail the narrative with excess exposition (just like the story I'll be sharing from an author I think went by the penname of wabitgirl-- where huge paragraphs were devoted simply to describe a piece of artwork that the muscle girl or male prog had drawn). One of my favorite parts was when the brother was spying Sally from the closet and Sally was like pumping and admiring herself.
Stories like this really make me think about the fantasy/desire to sometimes just walk over to a hot muscular girl and steal a kiss... Of course, things have run it's course so it would it's beyond the stage of considered cute to down-right creepy. Still makes me wonder what would happen if this actually happened, like steal a kiss of someone like Brooke Ence (or someone much, much, much more powerful and muscular).

Anyway, here's the story I wanted to share. For a while I even thought they were the same author, because of how similar the stories are IMO:


Melanie

Chapter 1: Sighting


Six months ago today, though it still seems like yesterday, I was out walking
in the forest, one of my more enjoyable pastimes. It was a cold, clear autumn
day. The sun was shining with a warm golden light, that illuminated the trees.
The trees in turn glowed with a beautiful golden green light that seemed to
radiate through the entire forest. There was a slight haze of mist that
created shafts of sunlight that pierced the canopy of the trees that towered
so majestically overhead. As I walked, I could see my breath come out in puffs
when ever I exhaled. I was wearing my favorite green jacket and a pair of old
jeans. The ground was slightly damp, I'm pretty sure it was from the frost,
and so there was a good bit of mud on the path. I had left the road 10 or so
minutes previously, and I had come to a clearing. In the clearing, there was a
very large swing that was attached by a long rope, high up in the tree. I
always wondered how a person had managed to get the rope all the way up in the
tree. I frequented this clearing often, for I loved the feeling of
exhilaration that I got from swooping across the grove, perched on the swing.
Today though, I didn't feel like swinging. Instead, I went and sat down at the
base of the trees trunk. I laid back there, closing my eyes and sighing
contentedly. This was my favorite type of day, when it was clear and cold and
everything was beautiful.

After my brief rest on the swing, I continued onward, moving up the small,
winding path the traversed the side of the butte. The path got fairly steep at
a couple points and I had to use the small trees and tufts of grass that the
path curved around to keep myself from pitching over backwards. I crested that
small portion of the hill, then followed the path, now walled with high grass
and blackberry brambles. I came to the small wooden gate, aged and falling
apart, and stepped though it back onto a more mainstream path. The path now
led into a small meadow, but I didn't linger there. Instead, I simply crossed
the meadow, and went back into the forest, on the trail that lead up the
mountain. After a good bit more hiking, I finally reached the top and looked
around. It was the same as it always was. To my left, there were trees, and
through some of the gaps, you could see the city sprawled out below. To the
other side, there were farms and fields, patches of green, varying in shades.
I walked over to a special look out place where the wind always seemed to
blow. Almost in the gap in the trees, there was a tree, or possibly two trees
that had grown together. I didn't have to be home any time soon and the tree
was always a fun challenge to climb. I jumped up and grabbed the lowest
branch, hoisting myself up. From there, it was easier, but still fun and soon
I had climbed a good distance from the ground. I found a comfortable branch
and sat back, my back resting against the trunk of the tree.

Thanks to the sun and beautiful weather, I had started to drift off when I
heard footsteps. Curious, I cracked open one eye and looked down from my
perch. I was well hidden by the cover of the branches, and my jacket blended
in fairly well with the green boughs of the tree. The sound of the footsteps
grew closer until, finally the person to whom they belonged came into view. I
was so surprised, I almost fell out of the tree. Standing below me was a girl,
but one hell of a girl. From where I was, I couldn't really get a good
estimate on her height, but I knew that she had to be at least seven feet
tall. That wasn't the only thing though, not by a long shot. She was enormous,
and not in a fat way at all. She was wearing a moderately tight, blue sports
top and short running shorts. Both garments were stretched to what looked like
the breaking point by muscles. From my vantage point, looking down, I had a
clear view of her ample bosom as well. I could feel myself blushing just
looking at her. She stood there for a second longer and then, after glancing
around the top of the mountain, she took off, running towards the path that
led down the other side. I almost called out something, but checked myself at
the last second, knowing it would just be awkward and stupid.

I sat in the tree for another good hour, simply trying to get a grip on what I
had seen. For me, it was like some kind of dream come true. I had always had a
thing for strong women, and I had often had fantasies about them. But those
were just fantasies, and I knew they could never be realities. Yet, there she
had been. A girl who looked like she had been plucked from my mind, from my
most perfect imaginings. I wasn't sure how to deal with it though. I was sure
that I didn't want to tell anyone, mainly because I was too embarrassed to
admit my secret desires. I slowly climbed down from the tree and walked home,
thinking about that mysterious girl the entire way.

Chapter 2: Spying

I was walking through the forest, coming up the path to the swinging tree.
There, in the clearing stood the girl. Huge, perfect, more beautiful and sexy
then any human had the right to be, and she was staring straight at me. I was
frozen in place, unable to move. Slowly, she started to walk towards me, her
footfalls silent. She walked straight up to me, and I found I was tilting my
head back to try and see her face over the immense bosom that seemed to be
right at my eye level. Her face was hidden by shadows, but slowly, she began
to bend down. I could see her lips, full and luscious, poised for a kiss. My
heartbeat quickened but I could do nothing. Her lips were mere inches from
mine, when she stopped. I wanted to step forward, and kiss her, but my feet
refused to obey. Then, as though she were responding to my mental pleading,
she began to move forward again. Our lips met ... and I woke up, the buzzing
of my alarm shattering my perfect dream. I smacked the power button on the
alarm with a good bit more force then necessary and groaned.

That dream was just the first of many that would come in the following week.
Try as I might, I could not get the thoughts of that girl out of my head. I
did my homework like normal, I was still playing soccer, and I still
interacted with people as little as possible, but I was distracted. People
started calling me space cadet, but I didn't really care. It was as though
someone had taken my mind and strapped it into a chair, with a giant video of
the girl jogging up to the top of the mountain set on repeat. I was totally
obsessed, and I knew I had to do something about it. After what seemed like
five long years, instead of five days, the weekend came around again. Not
really sure how I was going to find the girl again, I decided to simply go
back to the top of the mountain like last time and wait in the tree.

I climbed the familiar path, but I did not stop to play on the swing, or to
admire any of the foliage. I simply raced to the top as quickly as I could,
and then rushed up to my perch in the tree. I checked my watch. If she came at
the same time as last time, she would be coming soon. Sure enough, after a
short wait, I heard the sound of footsteps and there she was, huge and
beautiful, her strong legs rippling with muscle as the pushed her massive
frame up the side of the mountain. As before, I was struck dumb by her
physique. The sheer size and sight of her body made me feel giddy and slightly
lightheaded. I found myself errantly imagining what it would feel like to be
squeezed by those arms. To be embraced against that massive bosom and to be
cradled by this giant of a woman. All too soon, she had come and gone again,
and I knew that I only had tomorrow to see her, and then it would be five more
days of torture.

Chapter 3: Meeting

Quickly, I settled into a routine. I would go through the week, trying to
focus on every day life while my thoughts were on the tree, which I now called
my spying tree, and my fantasy girl come to life. Then, on the weekends, every
Saturday and Sunday at the same time, I'd race up to the top of the mountain
so as to get a glimpse of her. Days went by and soon autumn turned into
winter. Though I had been watching this girl for so long, I had never figured
out a way to approach her. As it turned out though, I wouldn't have to do any
planning at all.

Winter break had started and now with all of my free time, and nothing to
distract me, I found myself thinking about the girl far more then usual. I
knew that this obsession was not good for me, but I couldn't do anything about
it. I was hopelessly hooked on spying on her. With all of the thoughts, I
couldn't help but wonder if she might hike up the mountain other days besides
the weekends. It was another clear day and to me, it seemed like nature was
willing me to go for a walk. I smiled, put on my coat and left a note of my
parents, telling them that I was out walking and that I would be back before
dark. I took off into the woods and soon I was jogging along the path to the
top of the hill. I checked my watch. I was at least an hour too early to see
her, but I could wait. It was a good day to just sit in the sun and do
nothing.

As I neared the top of the mountain, I found the path to be covered in
blackberry vines. Some people must have come up and cut them all, but not
bothered to clear them away. I was so intent on trying not to get my legs
stabbed, that I didn't notice the person sitting against my spying tree until
I was but a few steps away. I started for the tree and then froze as I noticed
the fact that there was someone there. My gaze snapped up, and alighted upon
her face. It was the girl who I had been watching for all this time, just
sitting there, staring at me. Before I registered it, I found my eyes sweeping
over her massive body. She was wearing a sweat shirt that, at least on her,
was tight fitting, and a pair of jeans. The look on her face was one of
amusement but one that held a bit of nervousness as well. I swallowed, trying
to clear my throat enough to even say hello, but I was so nervous that I
couldn't get a sound out.

I'm not really sure how long we were there, just staring at each other,
neither of us making a move. At the time, I had no idea why she just sat
there, looking more nervous then anything else. I knew exactly why I couldn't
move. For some reason, I thought that she must know I had been spying on her.
Even if I could have spoken, I had no idea what to say. Finally, she broke the
awkward silence with a tentative, "Hello." I swallowed a couple more times
before replying with a stuttering, "H-hi ... "

I was torn between the desire to run to her and do god knows what and the
desire to run and hide under a rock. The sound of her voice, a more or less
normal voice, but a nice one all the same, echoed in my head. After another
long, awkward silence, I pulled myself together enough to say, "Nice weather,
eh?" I could have kicked myself for such a stupid opening line, but it had
already been said.

"Yeah ... I just love it when it's clear and sunny, but still cool," she said,
watching me like someone trying to get a good look at some rare bird that
might bolt at any second. I couldn't fathom the reason for this look, but it
didn't seem important at the time.

"So ... do you come here often?" I asked, hoping that her reply would dispel
any notion of her knowing I was spying on her.

"Yeah, I run up here most of the time, but I thought I'd just come up and
watch the clouds today," she replied, her gaze shifting from me to the soft,
white, fluffy clouds that hung in the sky. As she looked away, I used the
moment to take in her looks a bit more. As in my dreams, she had full, soft
looking lips. Her nose was just medium sized, nothing special or exotic. Her
eyes though, they were really nice. Even from where I was standing, I could
see that they were pure, dark green, the color of fresh pine boughs. Her hair
was brown with streaks of darker red mixed in. It was long and straight,
reaching down to the small of her back. I looked back up, just before she
seemed to remember I was still standing there. "What about you?" she asked,
smiling.

I began to relax a bit, and the funny thing was, as I relaxed, so did she. "I
just felt like going for a walk. I like stopping up here. The view is always
good, especially on days like this," I said, looking past her at the city. The
sunlight glinted off of the windows of the far away buildings, making me
squint slightly.

We both lapsed into a somewhat pensive silence then. I didn't really know how
to go on with the conversation, and it seemed that she was equally stuck. I
realized I was still standing in the middle of the path, which seemed a bit
awkward, so I walked over to a patch of bare earth that faced the windy
outlook. "There always seems to be wind blowing up this little part of the
mountain," I murmured, more to myself then to her.

"Yeah ... it's a bit weird, but kind of cool," she said, glancing around the
top of the mountain, as though she were expecting there to be someone else up
there, watching us. I was spacing out, just staring up at the clouds as they
drifted across the sky. It was funny. I had been obsessing over this girl for
more then a month and now that I was finally here, talking to her by some
strange turn of events, I was spacing out and watching the clouds.

Turning to her I said, "My name's Jake," hoping I wasn't making some grave
mistake. It seemed like the right thing to do, telling someone who you were
talking to your name, but I was completely inexperienced in talking to girls,
so I really had no idea.

"I'm Melanie," she said quietly. I glanced at her and found that she was
staring at me as though I were some complex math problem that she just
couldn't figure out. I waited for a little bit, and when she didn't stop, I
asked, "Um ... do I have something on my shirt?" looking down as I spoke.

She started, and then looked away blushing slightly. "N-no, sorry ... " she
stammered, seeming embarrassed. This confused me. Why would she be staring at
me? I wasn't anything special. I was wearing jeans and my green jacket like
always, and my hair was a bit messy, but nothing too extreme.

Again, the silence stretched out and I found myself staring off into space. I
looked back at her and found her watching me again, as though there were
something incredibly odd about me. I sighed and then stood up slowly. Looking
down, so I didn't lose my nerve, I walked over and stopped just a couple of
yards way from her. I looked up and met her green eyes, with my own. "What is
it? Why do you keep staring at me?" I asked, trying to sound slightly annoyed.
It was pretty hard though. Just being close to her was making me a bit dizzy,
and now I could smell some pleasant fragrance coming from her. I knew that I
was totally falling for her, but I was pretty sure she was a good bit out of
my league.

"Well ... um ... it's just that ... you don't seem scared of me or anything
... " She said hesitantly, as though that were some totally foreign concept to
her. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Scared? I started laughing, and it
took me a good while to get back under control.

"Scared? Why would I be scared? Should I be scared of you?" I asked, still
giggling. I don't know why I found it so funny, but I just didn't really get
how someone could think someone as beautiful and sexy as her could be scary.

"Well, most guys that I've met won't do more than say hello ... they just try
to get away as quickly as possible. They're scared of me ... because of my
size," she said, a bit sadly.

"Oh ... I see. Well, I try not to judge people on how they look. It's like
judging a book by its cover," I said, quoting my dad. He was always talking to
bums on the street and other down and out people, just to prove that they were
people too.

Satisfied by her answer, I walked back over to where I had been sitting before
and sat down, looking up at the clouds again. I looked over at her and saw she
was smiling. Then she stood up. Before this, I had always seen her from above
and because of that, I had never really been able to see just how big she
truly was. It was really apparent now. She towered over me, and even though I
was sitting, I was pretty sure standing up wouldn't have made much of a
difference. She moved closer to me, and then sat down, facing towards the
valley as well. She was close enough now that I had to tilt my head a good way
back to see her face.

The wind blew her hair slightly, giving it the appearance of a shining river.
She was sitting with her legs straight out in front of her and her hands
behind her, keeping her from falling over backwards. Of course, that meant
that her shoulders were pulled back as well and that her chest was pushed out.
I could feel my face growing hot as I looked over her body. She looked over at
me and said," Okay, now you're the one staring at me."

Cursing my lack of self control, I looked up and met here eyes, which
contained none of the annoyance that I was expecting. Instead, they seemed to
be laughing, and sure enough, she was soon shaking with suppressed laughter. I
must have had a really dumb look on my face for her to be laughing as hard as
she was. I looked down at my lap, embarrassed and annoyed with my self.

"Hey, don't sweat it, you're not the first person who's stared at me. Plus,
the look you were giving me is better than the normal ones I get," she
laughed, looking down at me. I glanced back at her and her expression was
consoling and happy. "Pardon me if this seems a bit forward, but how old are
you?" she asked.

I hesitated a second before answering. I was really contemplating weather or
not to tell her how old I really was. 'Better to just tell the truth,' I
thought. "I'm fifteen," I said, hoping there wouldn't be anything wrong with
that.

"Really? I'm 17!" she said. She looked at me, and started laughing again. I
realized that I had a really incredulous look on my face and I quickly wiped
it off. I was dying to ask how the hell she had gotten so big, but I knew that
it would be really a really insensitive question so I bit my tongue. She laid
down, putting her hands behind her head and closing her eyes. I found my eyes
drawn to her yet again, sweeping up and down her body while my imagination
worked overtime. She opened one eye and glanced over at me.

"Hey, are you sure you're ok? You look kind of red," she said, some concern in
her voice.

"Yeah ... I'm fine," I lied, looking away from her. Just to have something to
do, I laid down too, looking up at the clouds, and trying not to have
perverted thoughts. I could still smell the sweet scent that emanated from
her, and I soon found myself growing drowsy. I opened my eyes and looked at
her again. She looked like she was asleep. Her chest rose and fell gently, and
she looked totally relaxed. Smiling, I laid back and closed my eyes again,
wondering how the hell I had just gotten so lucky.

I woke with a start as a cold draft blew up my pants leg. I sat up and looked
around. The sun was setting, and Melanie was gone. Where she had been lying,
there was a note pinned to the ground by a rock. I took the note and read it.
It said, "If you want to hang out again sometime, I'll be up here at about 1
o'clock every day till school starts again. -Melanie" I smiled and pocketed
the note before heading back down the mountain to my house.

Chapter 4: Friends

The following day, the first thing that I thought about when I woke up was
Melanie. If she had really meant what she said in her note, I would get to see
her again today at one. I glanced at the clock. 11:30, an hour and a half to
wait. For lack of something more productive to do, I checked my e-mail. As per
usual, most of it was just junk, but there were a couple of messages from
friends. I typed back some responses and then checked the clock again. 11:54,
still more then an hour. I was about to start playing some stupid internet
game, just to pass the time, and I paused, taking time to think about just
what I was doing. It was laughable. Was I really so obsessed with Melanie that
it was like being on drugs? I had only know her for a single day. I went back
upstairs to my room and got out the book I had been reading the night before.
It was a good book and I was soon lost in the twisted story line. By the time
I checked the clock again, it read 12:53. I smiled, dropped the book, grabbed
my jacket and headed for the door, only pausing to leave another note for my
parents. My dad was on a business trip on the other side of the country and my
mom worked all day at her office.

The air outside was cold and a bit damp. There was a light pall of mist
hanging over the ground and everything looked muted and gray. Ironically, I
loved this kind of weather just as much as I loved the sunny, bright,
cloudless type. I set off up the trail, smiling still and wondering what
surprises I would get today. Due to the damp air, I found it much easier to
climb up the trail and I made good time. At just a few minutes past noon, I
reached the summit, and there, just as yesterday, sat Melanie, leaning against
the trunk of the tree. She looked up and waved to me as I came over the final
hill. I flashed a smile back and walked over to the tree, sitting down
opposite her.

Unlike yesterday, today I didn't feel any of the nervousness that I had felt
previously. Sure, I still couldn't really believe that she actually existed,
as though someone with crazy magic powers had brought my secret fantasies to
life, but that was just amazement. Mostly what I felt was relaxed.

Melanie regarded me for a second before speaking. "You know, I didn't really
think you'd actually come," she said quietly, sounding pleased.

"Well, seeing as you went to all the trouble of leaving me a note and
everything, I thought it would be rude not to," I replied, using a tone of
voice the suggested a tuxedo and fancy shoes. She laughed quietly and then
stared off into the mist, fiddling with a piece of her hair absentmindedly.
She was wearing a different sweatshirt today, but it was no less tight. One
had to figure that with a body like hers, it would be hard to find anything
that wasn't pretty tight. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and running
shoes as well. That was one little thing that made me like her better. As far
as I had seen, she always dressed for practicality, not looks.

After a time, I said, "Bit different weather today," more to just try and get
a conversation going then anything else.

"Yeah ... It is different, but I still like it. Everything just seems so calm
and peaceful when it's like this."

I nodded in agreement, staring into the ever swirling, changing mists. A cold
breeze swept up the side of the hill, curling itself under the bottom and into
the arms of my jacket. I shivered slightly and stood up, casting my gaze about
for a spot that would get me out of the ever present wind a bit more. Of
course, the only spot just happened to be right by the tree, right next to
Melanie, and I wasn't sure if she would be ok with me sitting so close. I was
about to sit back down, and just tough the cold out when Melanie got up too.
Again, I found my eyes dinking in the sight of her as she rose, impossibly
huge and well sculpted.

"It's too cold to just be sitting around today," she said, stretching slightly
and then stepping towards the path. "Want to go into the forest?" she asked,
glancing down at me from her great height. I did a double take, quickly
thinking about the question I had just been asked. An at least seven foot
tall, muscular goddess had just asked me to go on a walk with her, which is
not something that happens ever day.

"Sure ... the forest it always really nice when it's foggy," I said, trying
not to stare or say anything really stupid. I don't know exactly what my
expression was, but it must have been a bit off, because she smiled a smile
that suggested laughter on the inside.

We set off down one of the paths that lead to the opposite side of the
mountain. It was a wide, well used path and we walked side by side, not
speaking, just walking. Eventually though, the path split, the main path
continuing and another, smaller path leading off into a deeper part of the
woods. As we arrived at the intersection, I glanced up at her and nodded. She
seemed to be thinking along the same lines, because we both started for the
smaller path. She reached it just a bit before me, her long strides smooth and
graceful, and started down it. I followed, keeping a couple yards back. As
much as I wanted to be close to her, I didn't want to do anything weird, so I
thought it best to just keep my distance.

The path got less and less clear and we ended up simply shuffling through the
woodland undergrowth. It was pretty clear that we weren't going anywhere
special. We were just walking for the joy of walking. The enduring silence was
not unpleasant, merely a reflection of the silence of the surrounding forest.

The peace didn't last though. Being a misty day, there were many fallen trees
that were covered in moss and when the moss got wet, it was slippery as hell.
Worse, with all of the ferns and small bushes, the logs were practically
impossible to see. We had just started to go up a small rise when I felt my
foot land on something raised. The next thing I knew, I was lying on the
ground and it felt like someone had tried to tear my ankle off. I had stepped
on one of those damn logs and my foot had slipped off it just wrong, sending
me tumbling down the hill into a fallen tree stump. I let out a cry of pain
and swore several times, quite violently under my breath. Getting my legs hurt
was nothing new to me. I had been kicked more times then I cared to count and
I had taken plenty of falls. I knew what a sprained ankle felt like and this
was definitely one.

Melanie turned as I fell and quickly came closer to where I was lying, my back
pressed up against the tree. "Jake! Are you ok?" she called, her voice
sounding slightly panicked.

"Well, I sprained my ankle and my head hurts like a bitch, but other then
that, and a lot of little scratches, I'm fine," I said, trying to smile, but
just grimacing in pain instead. Melanie stood there, a nervous look on her
face as she tried to decide how to handle this. "Can you walk?" she asked
quietly, taking a step forward.

I was in enough pain that I didn't notice her coming closer, so when I looked
up to respond, I found her just a couple feet from me. "I ... I don't know ...
I don't think so," I said, quickly focusing my attention of my injured ankle,
instead of on her immense form that was close enough for me to touch. I tried
to get up slowly, but as I did my head swam and I started to lose my balance.
Without thinking, I put my foot down to steady myself, and then collapsed with
another cry, my injured ankle buckling under my weight. "No ... definitely
can't walk," I said, trying to blink back tears of pain that had sprung into
my eyes.

I glanced at Melanie again, and saw a look of apprehension on her face. From
my low vantage point, I could barely see her face over her immense chest, and
I was pretty sure that she was leaning down a bit. The awkward moment of
staring was broken though as I inadvertently shifted my leg, causing the pain
in my ankle to flare up. I grimaced and closed my eyes, swearing softly under
my breath. "We need to get back somehow ... " I said, looking around for
something to use as a crutch.

There was a long silence, and then, very quietly, Melanie said, "I ... I could
carry you if you want." My eyes snapped up to her face as she said that, and I
could see her blushing deeply. Of course, my first urge was to simply accept,
but I quickly suppressed that urge. Seeming over eager would be really stupid.
I thought for a while before saying, "Are you sure? If I can just find a long
stick, I can walk back."

"It's fine ... but only if you want to ... I can find you something to use if
you'd prefer that ... " she said, still embarrassed by her own proposition,
but now there was a small look of what could possibly be hope in her eyes.

"Um ... I guess it's fine," I mumbled, looking down. I was embarrassed that I
was going to be carried back by a girl, but at the same time, I was really
excited. This would be a chance for me to get really close to her, without
seeming weird or perverted. Still, my excitement was tampered by pain and that
was probably a good thing. The fact that she had suggested it though was the
most surprising part. This was her idea, not mine, so I had no reason to be
embarrassed.

Using the stump as a support, I slowly stood up, trying hard not to put any
weight on my injured ankle. I turned and faced Melanie, tilting my head back
to look into her face. "So, how are we going to do this? Piggy- back style?" I
asked, forcing myself to focus on her face. I hoped I would get used to seeing
it eventually, but for now, it was a struggle to keep my eyes off her body.

"Yeah, if you think that will work," she said, stepping close to me and
crouching down so I could get onto her back. I could feel my face flushing
bright red from being in such close proximity to her. I half hopped, half
walked the remaining feet before practically collapsing onto her back. I felt
her hands gently lift my legs a bit higher and then settle them onto her wide
hips. I had wrapped my arms around her neck, and was thinking about moving
them, but she didn't say anything about it so I just left them there. She
stood up, and I could tell that lifting me was no effort for her at all. I was
glad she couldn't see my face right now, because it was probably redder then a
tomato. As she started walking, I could feel the powerful muscles in her back
working. I sighed quietly and rested my head against her neck, closing my eyes
and breathing evenly. The pain in my ankle wasn't so bad now, and I had almost
forgotten about it.

A good while later, though far too short a time in my opinion, we arrived back
at the main road. I opened my eyes when I heard Melanie's feet hit pavement.
"Hey, Jake, how close to your house are we?" she asked, pausing on the edge of
the road.

"I live up that street to the right," I said, looking up from where I had been
resting my head. "I think I can manage it from here," I added, sort of hoping
she'd insist on carrying me the rest of the way anyway.

"Are you sure?" she asked, before gently releasing my legs and then crouching
down again so I could stand. I put my good foot on the ground and grabbed a
good, long stick before straightening up.

"Yeah, I'll just use this as a crutch," I said, indicating to the stick.
"Thanks for carrying me all the way back ... " I mumbled, my cheeks tinged
with cold and blush.

"No problem. I hope your ankle gets better soon," she said, smiling slightly,
in a sympathetic manner. I smiled back weakly, and then started hobbling
towards my house. As I neared my street, I glanced back to the point at which
she had dropped me off. I thought could someone standing in the shadows of the
trees, so I waved, but nothing moved. Shrugging, I turned back and limped the
rest of the way home, still feeling euphoric from the trip. As I went in, I
thought about what I had just gone through and smiled. I was pretty sure that
Melanie and I were friends.

Chapter 5: Closer

I went to the doctor and got some x-rays, and I had indeed sprained my ankle.
It was a bad enough sprain that they went ahead and put a cast on it so I was
stuck walking on crutches. Even though I was crippled, I refused to stop going
out for walks. The day after I got my cast on, I got my crutches and headed
out, determined to make it to the summit of the mountain, despite my handicap.
It was a good bit harder to hike using crutches, and it took me twice as long
to get up as it normally would. When I reached the summit, I was breathing
hard and I almost fell as my cast hit a rock in the path. I stumbled forward,
nearly colliding with the tree, before collapsing on the ground, trying to get
my heart rate to settle.

After my breathing had gone back to normal, I leaned back, looking up into the
tree. And there was Melanie, sitting on a branch, watching me. I let out a
little yelp of surprise and then tried to stand up, forgetting about my cast.
I ended up just sort of falling sideways, which made me feel even stupider. I
could hear Melanie laughing in the tree, and then the sound of something heavy
hitting the ground. "Hey Jake, I wondered how long it was going to take you to
notice me," she said, still giggling.

I got to my feet slowly, using my crutches to help push myself up. "Hello to
you too," I said, slightly annoyed at my clumsiness. I wasn't used to having
casts and other things that restricted my movement, so I was still a bit
unstable on my feet.

Melanie regarded my cast for a second before asking, "How long do you have to
have that on for?" I glanced down at my cast and sighed.

"I don't know ... they say a week, but I've heard that it's always a couple
weeks longer then the estimate."

"Oh ... that sucks. I guess we can't really go hiking then can we," she said,
frowning.

"Yeah ... sorry ... " I said, feeling frustrated. I had planned on going
hiking every single day of winter vacation, and now I was stuck wearing a
stupid boot because I didn't think to look at my feet when I was walking in
the woods.

"Don't be. It's not your fault that it happened. Anyway, I'm sure we can think
of something to do," she said. She sat back down and leaned up against the
tree, before patting the ground beside her. "Hey, come sit with me. We can
just talk and enjoy the sunshine.

I hesitated. It was the same thing that I had felt every time Melanie had
suggested we do something that put us closer then 5 feet. The sense of awe,
mixed with fear and lust. I shoved the feeling away, thinking quite firmly,
'Friends. We're just friends.' I hobbled over to where she was sitting and
managed to sit down without looking like an idiot. I leaned back, resting my
back against the tree before looking over at Melanie. Same as when we were
standing, when we sat, my eyes were perfectly level with her chest, and I had
to work hard to keep myself from staring. Where I rested, my back was no more
then a foot from hers, and the only reason my leg didn't bump hers was because
I had crossed it over the other one.

Suddenly, I shivered. I realized then that in my haste to get out of the
house, I had forgotten to bring my jacket, and even with the sun shining, it
was still pretty cold. I crossed my arms, sticking my hands in my armpits and
hunched over slightly. I was glad that I was sitting by the tree now, because
Melanie and the tree blocked the wind quite nicely. Even without the wind
though, I could feel goose bumps raising on my skin and I rubbed my arms
trying to get them to go away. I was so intent on getting as warm as possible
that I didn't notice Melanie's hand till it actually touched my shoulder. I
jumped and she withdrew it quickly, looking embarrassed. "Sorry, you just
looked cold ... um ... " she trailed off, and looked away quickly, but not
before I saw the blush on her face.

"I'm a bit chilly, yes ... but what were you going say?" I asked, my curiosity
aroused. It occurred to me that she might be a more physical person, not
necessarily in a violent way, but just over all. I was right.

"Well ... I um ... was just wondering if you wanted me to warm you up a bit?"
she said quickly, still not looking at me. I too felt my face flushing
slightly, but not from embarrassment. I stared at the ground, working up the
courage to answer.

"S-sure ... " I stammered, wondering just what she meant by that. I had ruled
out rape and things like that. She wouldn't have bothered with an of this
farce if that was her goal. Still, I was slightly nervous as to what would
come now. I jerked again, as the hand touched my shoulder for a second time.

"You sure you're ok with this? You keep twitching," she said, her hand
hovering over my right shoulder. She was sitting to my left, so that must mean
that her entire arm was behind me.

"Y-yeah ... I'm s-sure," I chattered, my teeth clicking together from the
sudden cold. I had gotten my blood pumping when I hiked up and now that blood
had slowed down leaving me colder than I would have been otherwise. My entire
body was shivering, and I felt as though my blood had turned to ice.

Melanie's hand came down on my shoulder for a third time, and this time she
didn't pull away. She was wearing a longs sleeved sweatshirt, but I could
easily see her muscles underneath. The hand moved gently down my arm and then
she slid my against her side, leaving her arm draped over my shoulder. I
huddled up to her warm side, resting my head on her side. "T- thanks," I
mumbled, as my shivering slowly abated. I felt a bit stupid, huddling like a
child against her, but it was too cold for me to really care. While we were
more or less snuggling, there was nothing suggestive or sexual about it. More
then anything, it felt like sitting with someone who was just a friend. Sure,
maybe a friend who I would gladly go out with, but a friend none the less. As
I warmed up, I uncurled a bit and ended up almost sitting normally beside her.

"Feeling better?" she asked, smiling down at me. Her arm was still draped over
my shoulder and she gave me a little, friendly squeeze.

"Yes, thanks. I feel pretty stupid, forgetting my coat like that," I said,
tilting my head back and looking up at the green pine boughs that hung above
us. I did feel stupid for leaving my coat, but I was kind of glad that I had.
If I had brought it, I wouldn't have been sitting there with Melanie. Melanie
didn't say anything. She just sat there, looking at me. I couldn't fathom her
expression, but I didn't get the feeling it was a bad one.

"Hey Jake, where do you go to school?" she asked, looking away from me. I had
noticed that she seemed to look at me more when she wasn't talking to me then
when she was.

"I go to the Spanish immersion school, on the other side of town. What about
you?"

"Me? I'm home schooled. My parents decided I would probably be too distracting
to the students and the teachers, and they thought I would do better without
all the teasing and stuff," she sighed. Her gaze wandered around before coming
back to rest on me again. Finally, I had to ask a question that had been
burning in my mind since the first day I saw her.

"Hey, Melanie, can I ask you something a bit private?" I asked nervously,
hoping I wasn't crossing a serious social boundary. I didn't want to lose her
friendship, but I really had to know the answer to this question. It had been
driving me insane for over a month.

"Um ... sure, I guess. As long as it's not to private," she replied, her face
changing from slightly sad to more of a worried look. I took a moment to
collect my self before blurting out, "How big are you?"

At first she just stared at me. I though I had done something horrible, and
she was either going to run away now or kill me. I quickly tried to backpedal.
"Wait, forget it! You don't have to answer. It's a stupid question."

She blinked a couple times and then started laughing. "That's your private
question? I thought is was going to be something really embarrassing," she
giggled, her laughter shaking me as well. "If you really must know, I stand
7'8" and I weigh about 500 or so pounds. What about you?"

I blushed and looked down, feeling rather dumb for having asked the question.
"I'm 5'4" and I weigh about 108," I mumbled.

She kept laughing, her laughter making my whole body shake. I was a bit
annoyed by her laughter, because it seemed like she was mocking me. I almost
felt like getting up and walking somewhere, but I didn't feel like getting
cold again.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I thought we were going to be having some really
weird discussion about some taboo," she chuckled, her laughter dying away. "I
wasn't laughing at you. I'm pretty sure you're normal for someone of your
age."

"I'm a bit short for a guy. Most of the guys in my class are taller then me,
but I don't really care. I prefer being a bit shorter," I grumbled, my bad
mood still persisting. Even tough I couldn't get up, I sat up a bit
straighter, so I wasn't leaning against Melanie so much. I immediately felt
the cold more sharply, but I fought against the urge to shiver.

She sighed and then said in an apologetic tone of voice, "Look, I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to laugh at you, I was just surprised."

I looked up at her, glaring for a second before a wide smile split my face.
"It's ok, I'm just being grumpy," I replied, scooting closer to her again. She
returned the smile and pulled me a bit more tightly against her side. We sat
like that for until the sun started to go down, at which point, we got up and
started home. She walked with me, all the way to the edge of the forest again,
and then said bye. I limped back towards my house, carefully storing away the
feeling of sitting with her. Still, she was just a friend. Nothing less,
nothing more.

Chapter 6: More?

From that day, till almost the end of winter break, I spent every single day
with Melanie. I didn't have any friends at school, because I had always been
an outcast and a loner. We didn't really go much of anywhere. Occasionally,
we'd go for a short walk, but I just couldn't go any great distance while on
crutches. Due to that fact, we spent most of the time sitting together under
the spying tree, just talking about whatever the hell we felt like talking
about. She was my closest friend and my only confidant who I trusted
completely. Both my parents were never home during the day, so they didn't
know I was gone every day, all day long.

Finally, just two days before winter break ended, there was a full moon.
Melanie and I spent the day talking about some crazy theories that I had been
developing. As the sun started to go down, and we got up to leave, a thought
hit me. "Hey, do you want to come and meet up here at say ... one in the
morning to look at the moon and stuff?" I asked.

Melanie's face lit up at my suggestion. "It's cold enough already, and its
going to be even colder later tonight, so I'll bet it's going to be really
clear tonight," she murmured. "Sounds awesome! So I'll see you up here at one
then?" she said, a flame of excitement glowing in her eyes. I smiled broadly
and nodded. As always, she walked to the edge of the forest with me, but this
time, when I started to leave, she put one huge hand on my shoulder. I stop
and turned, and found her standing less then a foot from me. The hand on my
shoulder moved down to my back and was joined by her other hand as she pulled
me into a hug. I was pressed against her chest, my cry of surprise muffled by
the fabric of her shirt, and her large chest. She held me for just a few
seconds before letting me go and stepping back. I was breathing a bit
unevenly, having been taken completely by surprise.

"Sorry, I felt that was necessary. Sometimes, you just need to give someone a
hug, you know?," she giggled. I had grown used to the fact that she didn't
mind physical contact with other people, and in my opinion, that was one of
the really nice things about her.

"N-no problem," I stammered, still reeling with shock. She smiled and then
turned around and started walking back up the path.

"See you tonight then," she called, waving. I waved back, and then just stood
there. That hug had been the most amazing hug I had ever felt. Sure, I had
held her hand a couple of times and I had snuggled against her on more then
one occasion, but this had been different. The hug had been something more. I
had long since stopped thinking about any sort of romantic relationship and
yet suddenly I couldn't help thinking, 'Just friends? Or something more?' This
little realization made my moonlight meeting with her seem like some kind of
turning point. I wondered if this might be it. The point at which we became
more then friends. Shaking my head, I tossed those thoughts aside and headed
home. I still had several hours till I could go out and meet her, so I decided
to get something done. I got out a sketch pad and started to draw. Without
really thinking about it, I ended up drawing her, sitting under a tree, with
one leg drawn up, sleeping.

My parents went to bed fairly early, turning out their lights around ten. I
sat at the computer reading online fanfics to eat up the remaining hours. At
12:30, I grabbed my crutches and after a moments consideration, I slipped my
sketch pad into my jacket. I was still wearing jeans and a tee- shirt, and the
night felt downright frigid, but I didn't want to waste the time of going back
inside and changing.

The moon was a luminous silvery orb hanging in the sky, lighting up everything
outside. The light that it provided was nearly bright enough for me to see
colors. I crutched my way up the mountain, feeling the cold of the night
numbing my face and hands. It was a good bit below freezing, and the sky was
totally clear. You could see all of the stars quite clearly, and it was
absolutely beautiful. I arrived at the top a bit after one, breathing hard. I
took a moment to regain some breath and then took a look around. The pale
light of the moon illuminated the surrounding grasses, and the trees threw
long shadows, almost pitch black at their bases. A silhouette detached its
self from the base of the tree and stepped into the moon light.

As I have said many times, Melanie looked amazing in any light, but in the
moonlight, she was beyond that. The moon wasn't quite directly behind her, so
I could see a slight profile of her face. She was smiling, and it only made
her already lovely face even better looking, as the moon glinted off of her
lips and eyes. I gulped slightly, glad that I had crutches to help me keep my
balance. Her perfect, muscular body, covered by a sweatshirt and some pants,
was outlined in a soft, shining glow. I could feel myself blushing as I stared
and hoped she couldn't see it in the moonlight.

She crossed the short distance between us to stand in front of me, now with
her back to the moon. It made it a good bit harder to see her face, but I
still looked up, trying to make out her features in the shadows. We stood
there for a minute before I shivered slightly. It was cold enough that even
with my jacket, I was cold if I wasn't moving. Without saying a word, Melanie
stepped closer and pulled me into another hug. The hug was perfectly timed,
the warmth and tightness of the embrace enhancing the mood better than any
words could. I sighed softly and relaxed, letting myself lean into her a bit.
We stayed in the silent embrace for a long time, just sharing the peaceful
moment, and the sense that, perhaps, we were becoming something more then
friends. Eventually though, we broke apart, but not completely. One of her
hands gently slipped around mine, and I wove my smaller fingers into hers. We
slowly walked over to the tree and sat down, still holding hands.

"Beautiful night," I whispered, marveling at the way the moonlight glinted off
of the tiny ice crystals that had formed on the ground.

"Yeah ... the moon is so bright," Melanie whispered back. We spoke as though
afraid of shattering the crystalline silence of the night, but in reality we
were afraid of shattering the moment. Instead of saying anything in response,
I just scooted myself a bit closer to her, snuggling up like a child. Still
holding onto my hand, she brought it up over my head so her arm was now around
me. She pulled me even closer to her, squeezing me gently against her side. I
leaned over slightly and found my head resting halfway between her side and
her chest. I quickly started to slide back a bit, pretty sure that I shouldn't
leave my head there, but she gave my hand a squeeze. It was a gesture of
reassurance, letting me know that I was doing nothing wrong. Slowly, I went
back to the position I had been in before I had moved and I felt her let out a
sigh.

For someone so strong, she was surprisingly soft and I soon found myself
drifting, warm and comfortable. I must have been dozing off, because I jerked
slightly as she spoke. "Jake ... do you like me?" she asked quietly. I could
feel the slight vibrations of her voice as she spoke.

"Melanie, you're one of the very few people who I'd call a friend," I said,
giving her hand a little squeeze to emphasize the point.

"Same here, but that's not what I meant," she murmured, her voice dropping to
a whisper, as though she were embarrassed in asking the question. Something
akin to an electric charge shot through my body and the feeling of sleepiness
was erased completely. I didn't answer right away, but my hesitation wasn't
from indecision. I was just scared to say the words that would confirm the
question that had been going through my mind since we parted ways that
afternoon.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely more then a puff of air. For a moment she
did nothing, but then, she gently pressed me into her side. I could feel her
chest giving slightly as I was pressed against it, and the feeling made me
blush.

"I ... I like you too. You're the first person I've met who hasn't just judged
me on how I look. People always think I'm some sort of freak, but you didn't.
When I'm talking with you, sometimes I forget that I'm like this. I can
imagine I'm just like anyone else," she mumbled, hugging me tighter still.

I felt a giddy sensation of joy sweep over me. So it was true. I loved her and
she loved me. It wasn't just me being some weird kid, it was mutual. I thought
back to the first day that I had seen her, jogging up the mountain while I was
sitting in my spying tree. I thought about that day of spring break where she
had been here earlier then I had expected and we had had an inadvertent
meeting. I thought about all the stuff we had done over the past two weeks,
like her carrying me when I sprained my ankle, and keeping me warm when forgot
my coat. And then I thought about what had happened tonight, and how it had
all seemed to fit. It was like a fairy tale, except it was actually happening.

I closed my eyes again and relaxed, letting my small frame mould to Melanie's
larger one. I was pressed tightly to her side, but not so tight that it was
painful. The pressure on my body felt good, kind of like a massage without all
of the rubbing and patting. We sat for a good long time, arm in arm, silently
contemplating the moon-lit confessions that we had just made.

Chapter 7: Boring

When I woke up the Monday before winter break ended, it was raining. I laid in
my warm, comfortable bed for a while, listening to the rain beat a gentle
pattern on the roof. After a while, I got up and stepped out of my room into
the silent, empty house. I had gotten my cast off and only had to wear a brace
for my ankle now, so I didn't need my crutches any more. I slowly descended
the staircase, unthinkingly counting the stairs as I did. I knew it was going
to be a slow day. My mind felt slightly fuzzy and sluggish, as though it had
been to a party without my body. A few more minutes passed before I realized
that I was still wearing my cloths from the night before. I must have come
home and passed out right away. There was a weird taste in my mouth, so I went
and brushed my teeth. Then I ate breakfast.

As I was washing out my cereal bowl, I felt something poking my leg in my
pants pocket. I slipped my hand into it and drew out a small piece of paper
and a pencil. I unfolded the paper and there was a number written on it. Under
the number, Melanie's name was scrawled. For some reason, everything that had
happened after I had found out about what Melanie and I were had become a
blur. I vaguely remembered exchanging numbers with her, but that was it.

I toyed idly with the piece of paper for a while, playing with the idea of
calling Melanie. The rain still tapped gently on the roof, and a dense fog
covered the outside world. I felt as though the fog had entered my head as
well, making any sort of linear, coherent thinking more or less impossible. I
was so lost in thought, I almost screamed when the phone rang. I got up
quickly and hurried over to it, lifting the receiver off the base. I put the
phone to my ear and said, "Hello?"

"Hey Jake!" came Melanie's voice from the other end of the line. "I was
wondering if you wanted to hang out today, seeing as it's our last day before
you go back to school."

"Um ... sure, but I don't really feel up to walking today. Not in this
weather," I said, staring out at the bleak fog. Some days, I wouldn't have
minded a hike in the cool winter rain, but today was not one of those days.
Today, I wanted to stay inside. "Do you want to come over here instead?" I
asked, without thinking.

"Ok ... how soon should I come?" Melanie asked, sounding slightly
disappointed. I guess she was hoping to go into the forest. Maybe once she got
here I would feel more like going.

"Whenever. I've got the whole day free, and my dad doesn't get back from work
till late tonight," I said, leaning against the wall and cradling the phone
between my head and neck.

"Jake, are you ok? You sound depressed," Melanie said, a note of concern
creeping into her voice. In the back of my mind, the errant thought of, 'she
worries about me too much' wandered past, but I ignored it.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I'm just tired. I don't really know. I think that
this weather is having some kind of hypnotic effect on me. I'll be fine
though, really," I replied, stifling a yawn.

"I'll see you soon, then," Melanie said, and then hung up. I stood there,
holding the receiver for a couple of minutes till it started to make that
annoying beeping sound it makes when you leave it off the hook for too long. I
put it back on its base and shuffled over to the couch. Right before I sat
down though, a shiver ran though my body. I suddenly felt cold, so I ran
upstairs and grabbed my bathrobe. It was big and fuzzy and I felt a lot better
once I put it on. 'Maybe I'm getting sick,' I thought, sitting down at the
kitchen table. I sat there, staring at a wall till the doorbell rang. Again, I
jumped, having been suddenly snapped out of my lethargy. I got up and walked
over to the door. When I opened it, Melanie was standing there, holding a
dripping umbrella.

"Hey Melanie, come on in," I said, trying to give her a small smile. She
stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind her. She took off her
shoes and leaned the umbrella against the wall before turning to me. I
motioned with my head towards the interior of the shuffling my way back to the
kitchen. She followed me, looking around at the inside of my house.

After doing a quick inspection, she turned her attention to me. "Hey, are you
alright? You seem kind of off today," she said, looking me over. I glanced at
my reflection in one of the windows. My hair was a tangled mass, looking more
like a lions mane then a head of human hair. Even in the faint reflection, I
could see dark shadows under my eyes and I could tell that I looked really
bad.

"I don't know. I feel drained. Unenergetic if you will," I mumbled, turning
around and shuffling over to the couch. I slumped down and curled up, drawing
my legs up into my bathrobe. Melanie soon followed me, coming over to the
couch and sitting beside me. Again, this time despite the warm bathrobe, I
shivered. I felt as though someone were dropping little bits of ice into my
blood and slowly freezing me to death from the inside out. Melanie noticed the
shiver and put her arm around me, pulling me close as she had done so many
times under the tree on top of the mountain.

"Do you think that you're maybe sick?" she asked after a while.

"No. I don't feel sick or anything, just tired, and a bit cold. My throat is
fine, my head is fine, I don't have a stuffed up nose, nothing is wrong," I
sighed, closing my eyes. Melanie's warmth, which seemed to be endless, helped
to ward off a bit of the cold, but I still felt it, seeping through my veins
like a poison.

"Maybe you should go back to sleep then ... " Melanie suggested, pulling me a
bit closer. She seemed to be saying that I should just fall asleep there, not
go back to my bed. I smiled slightly and then nodded. Soon, I felt myself
drifting off, and then I was fast asleep.

I awoke a couple of hours later, to the sound of voices. Melanie was watching
something on the television, but I was too tired to care what it was. I felt
slightly warmer, probably thanks to the girl sitting next to me, but I was
still cold. My head was still filled with the same, white fog that made it
impossible to think clearly. I felt like I was drugged, and I didn't like that
feeling much at all. I grumbled something, just some gibberish that came to
mind and felt Melanie's arms tighten around me. It took me a minute to realize
that the softness I was now feeling behind my head was not a pillow, but
Melanie's chest. She was sitting with her back against the arm of the sofa,
with her legs out in front of her. I was pulled up against her, sitting on her
lap and she had both arms around me. Another moments observation led me to
realize that there was a blanket over us as well. The blanket was the last
thing I noticed before the haze of fog covered my mind completely again, and I
slipped back into slumber.

When I awoke for the third time that day, it was growing dark outside. Melanie
was still sitting there with her arms around me, but this time, it seemed like
she was asleep. Her breathing was deep and even, and I could feel my head rise
and fall as she breathed. My head felt a bit clearer, and I didn't feel quiet
as tired anymore. These changes were welcome, for the feeling of perpetual
confusion had been quite annoying. I saw no reason to wake Melanie. I was
comfortable sitting there in her arms, just thinking.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something white outside. I looked
out of the window, and large flakes of snow were falling. I smiled, thinking,
'If this keeps up, there isn't going to be school tomorrow.' I felt Melanie
start and her arms closed a bit more tightly around me.

"Hey Melanie, you awake?" I asked quietly, not wanting to move too much,
incase she were still sleeping.

"Oh, you're finally awake are you?" she said, her hold relaxing again.

"Yeah, I just woke up a bit ago," I replied, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Sorry
for being so boring today."

"It's fine. I can understand that you might need a bit more sleep sometimes or
whatever was wrong," she giggle, giving me another squeeze. In response, I
snuggled up to her a bit more, loving her warmth.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" I asked, trying to think of something to do. I
didn't feel like just sitting anymore. Not that I felt like going anywhere
either, I just didn't want to sit there doing nothing.

"Sure. What do you have?" Melanie asked, letting go of me so I could get up to
get the movie started.

"We've got a lot of stuff. What's your favorite type of movie?" I said,
pulling open the large drawer that my dad kept all of the movies in. We had
more or less some of everything. Horror, comedy, action, kids movies, romance,
everything. I began scanning the familiar titles, refreshing my memory of what
we had.

"I don't know ... maybe a horror movie ... " Melanie said. I quickly picked
out some of the movies in the drawer.

"So, what'll it be? The Shining, The Blair With Project, Scream, It, or Texas
Chainsaw?" I said, listing off the horror movies that we had that were
actually worth watching. My personal favorite was The Shining, because it was
probably the scariest movie ever made.

"The Shining, definitely. That's got to be one of the best movies ever,"
Melanie said, as though she were reading my thoughts. I smiled and slipped the
tape into the VCR. I walked back to the couch, pausing to grab a remote on my
way. After clicking on the TV, I pressed the play button on the VCR remote,
and soon the movie was underway. When I had sat back down on the couch, I had
slipped back under the blanket, and Melanie had again put her arms around me.
The movie played on, through the part where the dad stays up all night typing
the same thing, and they boy meets the ghosts, and on to the chase scene at
the end where the dad has the axe and he's going after the boy. I had seen the
movie enough times that I wasn't that scared, but there were a couple parts
that still got my pulse racing.

After the movie finished, I glanced out of the window again. The snow was
still falling and now there was a good 6 inches of it on the ground.

"At this rate, there isn't going to be any school tomorrow," I murmured
quietly, more to myself then anyone else.

"We can only hope. Um ... I should probably get headed home. I don't really
want to get snowed in, and it's only going to get harder to walk through the
snow ... ," Melanie said, sounding a bit unhappy. My guess was that she didn't
want to go. I was really tempted to extend an offer for her to spend the
night, but I checked myself. My dad would be coming home, and I didn't want
him to be asking any awkward questions. I walked her to the door, we hugged
briefly and then she walked out into the swirling snow, soon disappearing into
the dark, flake-filled night.

Chapter 8: Sleepover

The following day, I awoke to a dim light coming through my window. Groggily,
I got up and peered out at the world beyond. Everything was covered in white.
With a tired grin, I staggered back to bed and collapsed again, intent on
getting another hours sleep. I woke up again later to the sound of a telephone
ringing. My parents had gone off to do their own business so I was the only
one around to answer the phone. I got up quickly and dashed into my parents
room, snatching the receiver off of the base and holding it up to my ear.

"Hello?" I said, hoping to hear a certain voice on the other end of the line.

"Hey Jake, feeling better?" came the reply in Melanie's voice. I smiled and
told her I was fine. As it turned out, her parents had decided to cancel her
school as long as the public schools were canceled as well, so she had the
whole day free. We made plans to meet at the top of the mountain in about an
hour. Once I had set down the receiver, I headed downstairs to get some
breakfast. On the table was a note from my dad saying that he was out skiing
with one of his friends. My mom was still on a business trip, which had been
extended for an extra week. That meant that no one would be home for a couple
of days. Once I had finished eating my breakfast, I cleaned out my bowl and
then went around, hunting out my snow gear. I managed to assemble a good set
of items that would keep the bitter cold out, along with the wetness. After
donning all of my items, which included, of course, my signature green jacket,
I headed out.

By the time I made it to the top of the mountain, even with the cold weather,
I was breathing hard and sweating just slightly. Like most times, I had left a
bit too early and was there before Melanie. Or so I thought. I had been there
a minute or so before I noticed a mound of snow off to the side of the path.
There seemed to be a black dot in the middle of it. Curious, I started to move
towards it. When I was about 15 feet away, Melanie popped out from behind her
camouflaged fort and pegged me with a snow ball. I let out a cry of surprise
and fell backwards as the tightly backed globe of snow slammed into my
stomach, knocking the wind out of me. I laid there for a second, getting my
breath and slowly packing snow under my hand.

As I expected her to do, in just a couple of seconds, Melanie was by my side.
She knelt down, a look of worry on her face. When she opened her mouth to talk
though, I grinned hugely and tossed a ball of snow right in. It was a perfect
shot and she jumped up, letting out a very high pitched squeak. I got up as
quickly as I could and started to run but soon fell over because I was
laughing so hard. I looked up from where I had fallen to see where Melanie had
gotten to was met by a vision of white. Before I could react, a very large
mass of snow landed on me, completely covering my upper body. Slowly, I put up
one hand in a gesture of surrender and was rewarded by the sound of Melanie
laughing.

Sitting up, I shook the freezing cold bits of ice from my head, brushing as
much of the snow as I could out of my collar and face. Then I busied myself
with trying to get some of the snow out of my jacket pockets. After a moment,
I noticed something in front of me. Looking up, I saw Melanie's face, not an
inch from my own.

"Good morning, Jake," she grinned and then leaned forward and kissed me once,
just briefly on the lips. It took it a second to hit, but when I realized what
had just happened, I was struck speechless. I sat there for several long
moments, trying to get some thoughts together and make a half coherent
response.

"Good ... well ... uh ... I ... hi," I stammered, my mind still in shambles
despite my best efforts to get it back on track. I realized my mouth as
hanging open and I snapped it shut, blushing madly. Melanie stayed on her
knees watching me until I tried to speak and then sat down on the ground,
waiting for me to have some kind of response. She was grinning, obviously
pleased at the reaction she was getting from me. Noting this made me just
annoyed enough to regain cognizance.

"What the heck was that?" I managed to sputter finally, wondering whether my
face looked more angry or embarrassed. Judging by the smirk that Melanie still
wore, I would have guessed embarrassed.

"That, my little friend, was a kiss. It's something that people who are dating
do sometimes. Since I think we agreed that we're dating, I'd say it wasn't out
of line," she said, sounding like a teacher who didn't really care all that
much about a subject lecturing a student on it. She emphasized her boredom by
examining the back side of her gloves. As she spoke, my anger quickly turned
into straight up embarrassment and I felt my face flushing.

"Sorry ... guess I just sort of over reacted. That was my first kiss after
all," I said, offering an apologetic smile. It occurred to me that her whole
boredom thing could just be a faade, but I didn't want to take the chance. As
it turned out though, she was just messing with me again. Another grin spread
across her face and she let out a laugh, reaching out and patting me on the
head before brushing some snow out of my hair. Then she stood up and offered
me her hand. The irony of the girl helping the boy up did not escape me, but I
didn't really care. I reached up and took her hand, and she pulled me up with
ease.

"So ... how long were you up here, setting up before I got here?" I asked,
wondering how long it had taken her to create a snow fort that was a good four
feet high.

"I don't know. I was kind of excited to see you so I got here pretty early. I
probably took about half an hour to make the fort. It's a good two fee thick
too and well packed, mind you," she said as we reached it. It was indeed about
two feet thick, and very tightly packed. I kicked it and it barely left a
mark. I let out a low whistle. To build something like this would have taken
me several hours and she had managed it in half of one. Again, something that
quite clearly showed just how different she was from normal people. The other
part of what she had said made me quite happy though. She had gotten here so
early because she was excited to see me ... too excited to wait. Apparently, I
wasn't the only one here who was a little bit love struck. We stood there,
staring at the snow fort for a while, collectively spacing out. Our reverie
was broken when a loaded branch above us dropped a large lump of snow right on
my head. I let out a yelp and jumped back, as Melanie burst into laughter when
she saw what had happened.

I shook my head vigorously, trying to get the snow off of my head and then
began clawing at the collar of my coat in a vain attempt to get the snow out
before it slid down into my undergarments. Melanie stood waiting and watching,
her eyes sparkling with silent laughter. After a little bit, I just gave up
and let the snow melt slowly, figuring that a little cold wouldn't kill me. My
cheeks were still slightly flushed from the kiss, but the cold of the snow
seemed to be a nice counter to that and I felt an equilibrium approaching.
Turning to Melanie, I started to speak but was interrupted as a lump of snow
finally slipped down my collar and into my shirt, making me yelp again. The
laughter that had been building in her eyes finally erupted again. I scrambled
frantically to get the snow out and then threw it at her. She managed to block
it, but it got her to stop laughing, though she still smiled as though she
were on the verge of it.

"Ok, now that the snow is done tormenting me and entertaining you, what shall
we do?" I asked, scowling slightly. Before she replied, Melanie reached over
and knocked a lump of snow out of my hair.

"Hmm ... we could do the normal, go for a walk, or we could make something out
of snow, or we could just call it a day before the snow decides you're having
too much fun and crushes you with an avalanche," she said with a pensive look
on her face that transformed into a grin at the last part. I stuck my tongue
out at her but had to laugh in spite of myself.

"While I may admit to weakness, love and things such as that, I will never
admit defeat, no matter who my enemy is!" I proclaimed, sounding like a hero
from some B rated action movie. I went so far as to strike the triumphant
pose, but that was somewhat ruined by another piece of snow sliding off my
head, pulling my wet hair into my eyes. Flicking it out of the way, I sighed.
"Nah, I'm good. I want to stay out for a while still. Walking in the snow is
always nice and pretty, but we should build something at some point," I said,
pulling my hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ears.

"We could have another snowball fight you know," Melanie said, grinning
evilly. As she said that, she bent down, gathering up some snow into a
snowball that could probably have knocked me unconscious. Thinking quickly, I
stepped very close to her so that my face was just an inch from her chest.

"No ... all I'd do is stay close to you so that you couldn't get a throw off
at me, because I know that if you did, I'd be screwed. One hit from one of
your snowballs and I'd probably get pulverized," I laughed, looking up into
her face. She smiled down from her great height for a moment and then tossed
the snowball away, pulling me into a hug.

"Ok then, snowball fight is out because my boyfriend is going to be a wimp
about it," she laughed. I blushed a bit because it was true. I was too much of
a wimp to even want to try taking her on. We stood there for a moment longer,
thinking. Then Melanie said, "Lets just walk and we'll see what happens." I
nodded and we set off into the woods where we so frequently walked. Though we
had both walked the path many times, it was a completely different world in
the snow. All of the normal sounds that the trees and the birds and the forest
itself made were silenced by the thick, white blanket that the sky had cast.
The air smelt of freshness and serenity, creating a mood of silent comfort
between us. The only sound we made was that that our feet created as they
broke the flawless landscape of glittering ice. Unconsciously, we moved closer
together, our hands finding each other and intertwining a bit clumsily.

I lost track of the time which we spent walking together through those silent,
mystical woods, but the trip came to an end in the meadow at the base of the
mountain. As we stepped out of the shadowy cover of the trees and into the
slightly brighter overcast day, my foot caught something. I remember
distinctly as I felt it snag thinking, God damn it, not again. The next
instant, I found myself face down in the snow for the third time that day and
the seemingly endless silence that had stretched between Melanie was broken by
her burst of laughter. Sighing, I picked myself up out of the snow and brushed
my face and jacket off.

"I think the mountain has made it clear that quite time is over, so may I
suggest that we do something else?" I said, glaring at the blackberry vine
that had tripped me. The only good thing about this was that Melanie seemed to
think it was funny and didn't seem to think I was stupid, despite my many
errors that day. That was definitely something that made me feel a little bit
warmer in spite of the snow dripping down my collar again.

Melanie took a while in responding, mostly because she had to stop laughing.
After she stopped, she stood for a moment, thinking and then, with an odd look
in her eye that suggested something that was possibly devious, she said,
"Jake, are you opposed to camping?"

I looked at her in surprise, trying to figure out what she was getting at. "Um
... yeah, I like to camp. I go with my parents during the summer sometimes," I
said, in a tentative voice. "How does that relate to now though? It's winter
and we have nowhere to camp," I added. As I said that though, I looked around
and started to realize what she meant. "Unless ... are you suggesting that we
sleep out here in the meadow?" I asked, staring at her in disbelief.

She nodded happily. "Yeah, I was thinking we could go to our houses and get
some camping gear, bring it up here, cover the tent in snow to make sort of an
igloo and then camp out up here for the night. I can bring a tent that's big
enough for both of us, so all you'll need to bring is a sleeping bag. We
should probably eat before we come up so we'll have to make a meeting time. If
you're up for it that is."

"I've never gone snow camping before, but I don't see why not," I smiled. "Oh,
and I could bring up a cook stove and some ingredients to make hot chocolate."

"Sounds good. What say we meet back here in an hour?" Melanie said, glancing
down at her watch. "That means we'll be up here at five and that gives us
about a half an hour till dark to get the tent set up and covered."

We discussed a couple other minor details and then headed off to our
respective homes after a quick hug that nearly broke my ribs. I took my time
heading home so as not to fall again. I was already sufficiently wet and cold
and I was going to have to change, but I saw no reason to be more miserable
then I had to be. I got home and stepped inside after stripping off my boots
and jacket. Running up stairs, I quickly changed clothes, grabbed a flash
light and then headed back down. Going to the fridge, I grabbed some leftovers
and popped them into the microwave oven. While they were heating, I walked to
the closet where we kept all of the camping stuff. I pulled out one of the
large duffel bags that we used to keep things organized when we were car
camping and proceeded to put into it a seeping bag, a camping stove, the extra
bottle of fuel, some matches, and a camping pillow with a water proof case.
Zipping the bag closed, I went back to the kitchen and slowly ate the reheated
Chinese food my dad had gotten the other night. I finished the food and put
away my dishes, being immaculately clean like I always was when my parents
were away. Remembering the mention of hot chocolate, I grabbed a measuring
cup, some measuring spoons and then went into the pantry to get the dry
ingredients. I took the cocoa powder and sugar off of the shelf, along with
some cinnamon. Then, from the fridge, I grabbed a jug of milk, slipping it
into the duffel bag along with the other stuff. Glancing at the clock, I noted
that it was half an hour till we were supposed to meet again. Figuring it
would take me longer to get up the mountain with a giant duffel bag on my
back, I quickly donned my snow gear and headed off into the slowly setting
sun.

I reached the meadow a bit late and saw that Melanie already had some ground
tarps set out. She was working on getting the tent poles slotted correctly as
I came over, setting the duffel bag down and helping the pole through the
correct slot. She looked up and smiled, but didn't say anything. We worked
quickly and efficiently, getting the tent up and the rain fly on top so we
could start packing on the snow. Starting from the bottom up, we covered most
of it, except for the door and a small window in the side. As we were putting
on the last bits, the sun sank below the hills in the distance and the very
short period of winter twilight set in. Zipping open the tent, Melanie tossed
in a sleeping bag and pillow. Both of them were exceedingly large, as was the
tent, but I suppose that made sense, considering the size of the person who
would be occupying them. Opening up my bag, I got out my own sleeping bag and
pillow, tossing them inside the tent beside Melanie's. Then I pulled out the
cook stove and small pot that I had brought along with it. I poured a measure
of milk into the pot and then lit the stove, setting the whole apparatus up on
a rock to keep it from getting snow in it.

Finally, everything was set up and ready to go. I realized that I had not said
a word to Melanie the entire time we were setting up. "Good evening," I said
in a deep, rich voice.

"Good evening to you too. I was wondering if you'd forgotten how to speak,"
Melanie laughed, stepping over and giving me a hug. Instead of breaking the
embrace quickly as we normally did, we stood there for a while, just enjoying
the peace and stillness of the quite night. The sky had cleared up during the
day and now the stars were out and shining brightly like so many pinpricks on
the vast black backdrop that was the sky. Then, hearing the milk on the stove
bubbling quietly, I gently let go and walked over to it, pulling it off of the
burner.

"Time for hot chocolate," I said happily as I went over to my bag and got out
the ingredients. I quickly added the chocolate powder and sugar, then divided
the drink up into two different mugs. I then added a little bit of cinnamon to
each cup and stirred them both up. I handed one to Melanie before blowing
gently on mine to help it cool. We sat down on two rocks, facing each other.

"You know, I find it kind of amazing that we're camping out together when
we've only been going out for two weeks or so," I said, staring up at the sky.
It was so strange to think that only two weeks or so had passed since that one
day when she had decided to simply cloud watch instead of going running. It
seemed like so much longer when I looked back on it.

"Yeah ... it does seem like it's been a lot longer then two weeks," she
murmured. "You know, there's something I've been meaning to ask you for a
while." I took my eyes off of the stars and looked at her, wondering what she
was thinking. "How long did you spend spying on me from the tree at the top of
the hill?" she asked. Right as she said that, I was taking a sip of cocoa and
I nearly choked on it.

"Spying? Melanie, what are you talking about?" I asked, trying to play dumb.
It was unfortunate that I always failed when I tried to lie to Melanie and it
was clear she didn't buy it.

"Nice try Jake. I noticed you up in the tree, but the first time, I figured it
was just a coincidence. When you kept being there though, I realized you were
probably watching me. That's why I got up there early the first day of winter
break. Since you kept being there when I ran by, it made sense that you
weren't scared of me, and I wanted to see if that was really true," she said.
As she spoke, I felt the bottom of my stomach drop out. This entire time, she
had known that I was spying on her from the tree. Our 'chance' meeting was no
coincidence at all.

"I don't know when exactly ... but it was some time in the middle of autumn,"
I mumbled, looking down now. I could feel my face flushing from shame this
time, something I wasn't used to feeling around Melanie. Sure I had been
embarrassed plenty of times by her various teasing antics, but I had never
felt shameful embarrassment. I couldn't even bring myself to look up at her.
To my surprise, her large hand suddenly appeared under my chin, lifting my
face so it was looking directly into hers.

"Don't worry about it. I've been spying on you too," she giggled, leaning a
bit closer. Her face was mere inches from mine for the second time that day,
but this time, I opened my mouth to say something. As soon as the first sound
came out of my mouth, Melanie closed the remaining few inches between us and
kissed me again. Unlike last time, our lips didn't simply brush. Instead, her
lips locked solidly into mine, her soft velvet mouth enveloping mine with an
ease that left me gasping. As my breath quickened though, I found myself
breathing her air, which was sweet with the scent of the hot chocolate and her
natural scent. In combination, the two smells were like a drug and I found my
mind dizzy and spinning within half a second. After a few eternal moments of
complete confusion and bliss, Melanie pulled back, a blush just visible on her
face in the quickly fading light.

"I've been watching you for a good while and I was always too shy to make a
move ... " she whispered, smiling at me softly. "I made it look like an
accident because I was too afraid of messing it up to just come head on." I
simply gaped at her. Just a second ago she had been talking about how she had
set it up with all that confidence and almost dismissive ease. Now, she seemed
almost vulnerable, despite the fact that she could undoubtedly outmuscle any
normal human being on earth without a problem.

Shaking my head a couple of times, I whispered back, "You did just fine ...
and I'm glad you did. Otherwise, I'd still be in the tree and we'd just be two
strangers, watching each other from afar." We sat there in the growing
darkness for a long while, wrapped up in our own private thoughts about this
newest relationship development. Then, perhaps as a sign to get moving again,
I felt my body shake slightly and realized I had started shivering. Standing
up, I said, "Perhaps we should go in?" motioning towards the tent.

Standing up as well, Melanie nodded. "You go ahead and get in. I'll put away
the stove and stuff," she said, turning away and starting to take the stove
apart. Trusting that she knew that she was doing, I went to the tent, unzipped
the entrance and sat down in it, taking a moment to pull off my boots. I
knocked the snow off of them and then slipped them into the duffel bag to keep
them dry though the night. Once my shoes were stored, I slid into the tent and
started straightening out all of the stuff that we had in there. I laid out
both of the ground pads and on top of them, the sleeping bags. Shivering
still, I slipped into mine, only taking off my outer coat and snow pants.
Perhaps the sitting still on the rock for a long period of time with no
external source of heat such as the sun had pushed me past my limit, perhaps I
just hadn't noticed the cold. Whatever had happened, I was suddenly a lot
colder then I should have been and pretty sure hypothermia was setting in. I
curled up in my sleeping bag, praying that the cold would go away. A couple
minutes later, Melanie came into the tent. In the darkness, I could make out
her outline and enough detail to see that she was taking off several layers on
both her top and bottom.

Before she slid into her sleeping bag, she flicked on a small lamp and set it
at our feet. I watched her the whole time, still curled up into the fetal
position in a vain attempt to regain my internal warmth. After shifting a
couple of times and getting comfortable, Melanie looked up at me. Her
expression immediately changed from whatever it had been to slightly worried.
"Jake, are you ok?" she asked quietly, raising an eyebrow at my balled up
appearance.

Not trusting myself to speak without my teeth chattering, I just nodded. I
wasn't going to let her start worrying about me so soon after we had just had
our first real kiss. Having her worried would totally kill the whole mood of
romance that had been woven. As per usual though, I could tell from her
expression that she was very far from convinced. Cursing silently, I said,
"I'm fine, really. I j-just f-f-feel ... " As my teeth started chattering,
making me stutter, I simply stopped talking, knowing that the lie was
pointless with physical evidence like that. "Alright, I'm r-really c-c-cold,"
I muttered, cursing again inside. There went the romance.

"Why didn't you say something earlier? For all we know, you have hypothermia
now," Melanie said, small lines of worry creasing her forehead. "You need to
get warm," she muttered, seemingly talking to herself now. "Well, I don't know
how comfortable you are with this, but it seems like the best option. I'm
thinking that you should share a sleeping bag with me. Yes, I know it's close
and all that, but for one I'm really warm and two, we're dating anyway so
yeah," she said, grinning in a manner that was at the same time slightly
embarrassed as well a devilish.

For a long time, I just gaped at her, trying to find words to respond to her
suggestion. The thoughts in my mind were scattering like fish in a pond. Some
of them were shouting how outrageous her suggestion was. Others were saying,
'Hell yes!' while others were simply saying, 'You're cold as hell and she's
warm. Man up and get in the bag.' Finally, I just nodded again, not able to
get one thought stream strong enough to formulate words.

I unzipped my bag and as I did so, Melanie started shaking her head. "Again, I
hate to say it, but how do you expect to get warm if you're wearing all of
that clothing. You're going to need to let the warmth in and if you do indeed
have hypothermia, all that clothing is going to do is keep the heat out.
You're going to need to strip down to a shirt and pants at the most," she
said, now smiling helplessly. She seemed to be genuinely sorry about me being
so embarrassed. I laid there, eyes closed for a bit longer until a powerful
shudder wracked my body. Letting out a sigh, I quickly stripped off my sweater
and over shirt, leaving just my thin short sleeved shirt. For my pants, all I
had left on was my boxers. Quickly, Melanie unzipped her sleeping bag and
opened it up. Before I laid down, I glanced at her nighttime apparel. She was
dressed in a low cut, tight shirt and a pair of small pants that looked far
too cold for weather like this.

"Stop staring at get in already. All of the warmth is going out," Melanie
giggled, patting the small bit of empty sleeping bag in front of her massive
frame. Moving quickly, I laid down with my back to her, still keeping a bit of
distance. Immediately, she pulled me closer so my back sunk into her chest a
bit and my body was just about as close to hers as it could get. She reached
over and zipped the zipper closed. Only my head stuck out of the bag, the rest
of my body now pressed into hers by the sheath of fabric that surrounded us
both. "There. Nice and cozy aren't we?" she giggled, her arms going around me
and pulling me a bit deeper into her cleavage.

"Y-yeah ... much b-better ... " I stammered, feeling a bit of warmth burning
into my face now. I was so close to her now that I could feel her heart
beating and my body was shifted back and forth as she breathed. Her warmth was
quickly erasing all the feelings of cold that had permeated my body. The
shivering subsided and my body relaxed, soothed by her warm, all encompassing
embrace. Still embarrassed, I tried wriggling a little bit to see if I could
get just a couple inches further away but all that happened was Melanie's grip
tightened a little bit and my torso slid a tiny bit deeper into her chest. I
was absolutely astounded at just how large, deep and soft her chest was. Of
course I had been able to see it and I had been hugged to it on a couple of
occasions, but this was different. Now I was simply being crushed into it and
it was a whole lot deeper and softer then I could have imagined. I had no
doubt that Melanie knew what she was doing and I was absolutely positive that
she knew I was liking it, no matter what I might say.

"Mmmmh ... you're even smaller then I thought ... " Melanie whispered in my
ear, giving me a slight squeeze. "I always knew you were pretty thin, but
you're nothing but a bit of muscle and skin over some bones. In a way ... that
makes you just that much cuter."

"Hey now, just because I'm not seven and a half feet tall and I don't weigh
five hundred pounds doesn't mean that you can make fun of my weight," I
protested, wriggling in her tight embrace. She just laughed and hugged me
closer, her actions easily defeating my argument. I shook my head in slight
annoyance but mostly in resignation. She could make fun of me as much as she
wanted in this position and there was no chance of being able to come up with
a decent counter argument or of me getting mad at her. My head was too clouded
by her scent and feeling to be any good at arguing.

"We should try to sleep some time tonight ... " Melanie murmured after a
couple of minutes. Now that I was warm and comfortable, a bit of sleep didn't
seem like a horrible idea. I nodded slowly, my mind fogging over with the
sleepy curtain that lets you know when it's time for lights out. "S-sounds ...
like a p-plan," I yawned, snuggling closer to Melanie and sighing softly. She
chuckled again and slipped one hand out of the sleeping bag, cupping it around
my face. Turning my face towards hers, she bent down just a little bit and
kissed me on the lips again before releasing me and sliding her arm back
around my body.

"Good night, little love," she whispered, giving me one last little squeeze
before letting out a long sigh and relaxing completely. Soon, her breathing
became slow and rhythmic, creating a steady back and forth motion that gently
shifted my whole body. The movement of her chest ever so slowly rocked me to
sleep, cuddled up to her, embraced in her body and in her warmth, more
comfortable then I had ever been in my life.

Chapter 9: Lewd Awakenings

The following morning, I woke up encased in a warm, soft wrap. It was still
dark, and very quiet, but there was a bit of light filtering through the
window of the tent, illuminating the inside in a very pale gray. Shifting and
rolling over, I immediately found my face just above Melanie's prodigious
cleavage line. My body was tightly embraced by her arms and chest and there
was no chance of me getting up without waking her up. Waking her up was the
last thing I wanted to do though. She was breathing softly, a couple locks of
her long hair hanging over her face, moving with her sleeping sighs. I smiled
at the sight, then slid one arm lose and gently lifted the stray strands away
from her cheeks, slipping them behind her ear. Then, sliding the arm over her,
I closed my eyes again and let my head settle into her breasts, slowly
slipping back into a light slumber, waiting for her to awaken.

Just a couple of seconds later though, my eyes snapped open again. I
distinctly remembered being pressed into the fabric of Melanie's shirt the
night before ... and I had been wearing a shirt as well. Now, by the feel of
it, my shirt was gone, and so was hers. My pants were still on, but that was
it. Carefully lifting up the edge of the sleeping bag, I peered into it,
trying to see Melanie's clothing status. My face burning like a furnace, I
lowered the edge of the bag back down. During the night, she had stripped both
of us down, me to just my pants, her to just some panties and a bra. Just to
add insult to injury it seemed, she had some how actually slipped me between
her bra and chest, imprisoning me in a cage of cloth and flesh. Either that,
or I had, some how, in the middle of the night managed to get inside of her
bra, but that didn't really seem possible. I turned over again and reached
down, testing to see if the clasp was on the front or the back of the bra.
Before I could figure it out, Melanie decided I had moved enough. Mumbling
something in her sleep, she quickly grabbed me and crushed me into her body,
pinning my arms to my sides and forcing my face and chest against her. I could
barely breath, but I was able to get enough air to keep from seeing the little
motes of colored light that one normally sees when they are lacking sufficient
oxygen. After a couple of seconds, she stopped constricting and simply held
steady. Experimentally, I tried shifting but found myself unable to move.
Sighing softly, I settled in for the wait till she woke up.

Soon though, Melanie started to make sounds. The sounds evolved and quickly
became words. As she spoke, some things started to come through clearly. The
first clear word I heard was Jake, followed by kiss. Blushing, I realized she
was probably dreaming about us kissing again. I smiled, glad that I wasn't the
only one who had the kisses from the previous day on my mind. Melanie being
Melanie though wasn't just going to dream. As she kept talking, one of her
arms slid itself off of my body and traced up my back, coming to my head. One
of her massive hands went under my chin, pushing my face up to look into hers.
Her eyes were closed and I could see her eyelids flickering back and forth,
clearly showing that she was dreaming. Then, with startling clarity, she spoke
a very coherent phrase. "Jake ... kiss me. Please, just one good kiss on the
lips ... " she said, smiling.

"Melanie, don't play games ... you're awake aren't you," I chuckled, blushing
again. She was just messing with me as usual. But her eyes were still closed
and she wasn't blushing at all, both of which would indicate that she was
still asleep. To confirm this, she shook her head, frowning a bit.

"What do you mean, don't play games. I'm not playing a game Jake ... It's just
a kiss ... " she mumbled, her face coming closer to me. 'Dear god ... she must
be having some kind of semi-waking, really realistic dream ... ' I thought,
leaning my face back slightly. I didn't feel right kissing her when she was in
a state like this. It would be like making out with someone when they were
drunk. At this point, the slight frown became a full frown and her other arm
came up, gently pushing my head closer to her. My body was still pressed into
her cleavage and I couldn't move my head away from hers.

"It's just a kiss, Jake. Why are you acting so scared?" She teased, her eyes
never opening, a lock of hair drifting in front of her face. I tried to say
something, but my voice was stuck in my throat. Slowly, at what seemed to be
an almost glacial speed, she brought our faces closer. My mouth was slightly
open when our lips met, and to my surprise, hers was too. I let out a yelp,
but it was swallowed up by the cavern of her mouth. Quickly then, her tongue
darted out and tickled mine, teasing it with little strokes and pokes. I
squirmed and tried to thrash to wake her up and stop this madness, but one of
her legs wrapped around mine, immobilizing me completely. I was at the same
time, terrified and in bliss.

Without warning, a shudder passed through Melanie and her breathing stopped. I
saw her eyes snap open, looking directly into mine. She was frozen for a
second and then, all at once, she pulled her tongue out of my mouth, jerked
her head away from me, pushed me out of her chest and unwrapped her leg. Her
face was bright red and wore a look of surprise, embarrassment and shame. We
laid there for a long time, just staring at each other. Then, the most
surprising thing of all happened. A single, small tear dripped down her face
and she whispered, "Jake ... I'm so sorry ... " before turning her face away.
"I was dreaming ... I didn't have control ... I didn't mean to ... You must
hate me ... I'm ... sorry ... " she mumbled, her body starting to shake a bit
with suppressed sobs.

"Melanie ... I don't blame you. You were asleep ... I didn't stop you. Don't
blame yourself. And if it's any consolation ... I, um ... I liked it," I
mumbled, reaching a hand out and wiping away her tear.

"You ... liked it?" she gulped, her sobs receding a bit. I nodded sheepishly,
blushing a lot. Of course I had liked it. I had just been frenched by the girl
of my dreams, even if she had been sleeping. Tentatively, Melanie reached out
and embraced me again, pulling me close to her. As I was pressed up to her
chest again, something occurred to me.

"Uh ... Melanie? I think you broke your bra ... " I said, noting the lack of
fabric touching my back as she hugged me. Slowly, a look of horror spread over
her face. Then she scowled. "I'm going to check, and I swear, if I see you
peaking, you'll never get to touch me again," she grumbled, reaching one hand
down and lifting up the edge of the sleeping bag. I chuckled and kept my view
resolutely past her shoulder. I heard her swear softly under her breath,
confirming my suspicions.

"Yeah ... I managed to break it. Fuck. I have to special order those things
from a manufacturing company in New York at fifty bucks a pop," she moaned,
shaking her head. "Why don't you go ahead and get dressed and then wait
outside while I figure out how I'm to deal with this," she said, unzipping the
sleeping bag and pushing me out. I yelped as I rolled onto the cold ground. I
jumped up, facing away from her and quickly slipped on my pants. She may have
broken her bra, but I had my own problems, and I wasn't about to let her see
them. I then grabbed my shirt and sweater, followed by my jacket. Lastly, I
slipped on my socks and then boots. Before going outside, I looked back at
Melanie. She was watching me with a slight smile, as though she were laughing
to herself for some reason. This struck me as odd, seeing as she had just
snapped a fifty dollar clothing item, but I figured it better not to ask,
because I knew I would get a decent answer if she wanted to tell me and if she
didn't, then I'd get no answer at all.

Unzipping the tent, I stepped outside into the cold of the winter morning. It
was an overcast day and the clouds were a deep gray, oppressive and glowering.
The air was still and ice cold, stinging my lungs and nose as I breathed, my
breath coming out in puffs of smoke. I wrapped my arms around myself, walking
around to keep warm. More snow had fallen since last night, so the clouds must
have come in shortly after we went in. The top layer was frozen and crunched
underfoot, leaving deep prints where I stepped. The snow was a good two feet
deep now, deeper then I could ever remember it being before. I stared in
wonder at the snow blanketed hill, all of the evergreen trees wearing a layer
of white on top of their ever present green. The whole world seemed quiet, as
though no one else in it had woken up yet. I could hear the occasional sound
of Melanie doing whatever she was doing in the tent, but for the most part, my
only company was silence.

After a couple of minutes, the sound of a zipper announced Melanie's departure
from the tent. I turned towards her, wondering what surprises were in store
for me. She looked exactly the same though. Cocking an eyebrow, I said, "I
though were going to do something special." Laughing, Melanie shot back,
"Yeah, but not where you can see them. I just needed to figure out something
that I could use for a temporary bra till I can get home." I rolled my eyes
and walked back to the tent, reaching inside and pulling out my bag.

"I guess we'd better pack up and get going then," I said, starting to stuff my
sleeping bag, which was cold as the snow into its stuff sack. Melanie didn't
reply. I finished stuffing my sack before turning around to see why she hadn't
replied. She was just standing there, staring at me, contemplating something.
I waved my hand at her, trying to get her attention. "Hey, Melanie, wake up.
You're not dreaming any more," I said.

She looked at me and then shook her head, smiling. "Sorry, I was just thinking
about my dream. You're right. We should get packed up," she replied, reaching
past me and getting her own bag. We quickly broke up the camp, doing our best
to get all of the snow off of the stuff before we folded it up. In not too
many minutes, we had managed to get everything stored away and were ready for
the return journey. We walked till we came to the point at which we would
normally diverge to go to our separate homes. To my surprise, Melanie just
kept walking towards her house. After going twenty or so steps, she turned
back and looked at me as if to say, 'Well, are you going to come or not?'
Confused, I started after her. As I reached her, she started walking again.

"Are you taking me to your house?" I asked after we had walked for a bit. It
occurred to me that I had never been to her house before. She nodded without
speaking, putting one arm around my shoulder and giving me a quick squeeze. I
put my arm around her waist and we walked like that till we came to the
street. Sliding apart, we simply joined hands, taking the generally more
acceptable show of public affection just in case anyone else happened to be
around.

Chapter 10: To Hot to Handle

We walked for a little ways before turning into a cul-de-sac. Melanie lead me
to a house, one that looked not particularly different from the other ones
around it, save the front door. Instead of the average sized front door that
most houses had the front door of Melanie's house was about ten feet tall and
twice as wide. Opening it, Melanie went inside as I brought up the rear. The
interior was spacious, with no real entry hall. There was a door off to the
left and two open ways, one which lead to a dining room and the other which
looked like it lead to a sort of rec- room/living room area. Melanie and I
took off our coats, boots and snow pants before she led me further into the
house, into the living room. It turned out that the living room was directly
connected to the kitchen and when you coupled that with the very high
ceilings, it gave a very pleasant sense of openness.

Smiling, Melanie turned around and asked, "Do you want anything to drink or
eat?" I shook my head, too nervous to stomach anything at the moment. I had
spent lots of time with Melanie but being in her house, in her home territory
felt a little different. In an odd way, I felt kind of helpless, not knowing
where anything was or even how to get to the bathroom. With a shrug, she
turned and walked over the fridge, pulled out some milk, grabbed a glass from
a cupboard and poured herself some. I watched intently as she drank the milk,
watching the way in which she slowly tilted the glass further back, pushing
out her chest slightly. I felt myself blushing and had the sudden urge to hit
myself in the face. She was drinking a glass for milk and I was sitting here
gawking at her like I'd never seen her before. Shaking my head, I closed my
eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. When I looked at her
again, she was looking right back at me, a concerned look on her face.

"Jake, are you okay? You look a bit ... off set?" she asked, setting the glass
down and walking over to me. Looking to save a bit of face, I smiled and said,
"Nah, I'm fine. I just had a spot of vertigo, that's all."

She looked skeptical but seemed to believe the story enough to let it drop. We
stood there for a moment in awkward silence before she broke it by reaching
out and ruffling my hair. I laughed and batted at her hand, mock rejecting her
seemingly condescending gesture. In response, she grabbed me and pulled me
into a hug with one arm, giving me a light noogie with the other. My automatic
response was to try and tickle her till she let me go, but as I poked her in
the stomach, I remembered just who I was poking. My fingers hit a wall of
solid muscle that gave as much as a brick wall. I went for the full five
fingered tickling grasp but all I got was a chuckle. Letting me go, Melanie
stepped back, grinning.

"Jake, you're not going to be able to tickle me like that. Not when I'm ready
at least, and unless you're not ticklish at all ... I'd suggest you don't try
to engage me in a tickle war," she laughed, stepping away from me and grabbing
her glass. She washed it out and slipped it into the dishwasher before turning
back to me.

"So ... what do you want to do now?" she asked, leaning back against the
kitchen counter. Everything in her house was more or less normal sized so she
looked obscenely large in comparison. "Um ... I don't know ... it's your house
... " I mumbled, still slightly dazed from her sudden hugging noogie attack.
She laughed again and shook her head, pushing away from the counter and
walking towards me again.

"Are you still cold from being outside?" she asked stopping a couple feet away
from me. She was far enough away that I couldn't quite reach out and touch her
but she was easily close enough for me to have to tilt my head back to be able
to look into her face. I took a moment to consider the question, asking my
body with a mental check and came up with a definite, "Yes."

"Well then, what would you say to spending a little bit of time in a hot tub?"
Melanie asked, grinning widely. I shrugged and said, "Yeah, that sounds ... "
trailing off when I realized the implication behind what she had just said. I
was going to be seeing her in a bathing suit, the smallest amount of clothing
she would have worn in front of me to date, save the awkward sleeping bag
incident. I felt myself growing warm in the face as I flushed with
embarrassment.

"That sounds what?" she prodded, very slowly closing the couple feet between
us. Slowly, I tipped my head back, trying to keep her face in view above her
chest, which was easier said then done. My thoughts were scattering again,
blown away by the question in combination with her presence. "G-great ... " I
stammered, my eyes growing a bit wider. She was a mere foot or so from me when
I said that, but she stopped and spun on her heel as soon as my answer was
given, heading for the stairs.

"Okay ... Just let me grab my suit and ... oh, I guess you'll need one too. Do
you mind wearing my dads?" she called back to me a she walked away. "Sure," I
said, waiting till she had gone up the stairs and was safely out of view. As
soon as I was sure she was occupied doing something else, I slumped down on
the couch, quickly getting my mind back in order. It was amazing to me that
just one person could have such a damn strong effect on me. I had just managed
to get myself pretty much under control when I heard her coming back down the
stairs. I stood up and did my best to act nonchalant but my attempt was blown
away completely as she came into the room. She was wearing a towel that was
wrapped around her from her chest to perhaps half way down her thighs and the
rest of her was bare, smooth muscled skin. My mouth fell open in surprise and
the mere sight of her body threatened to put me over the edge of
consciousness.

"Jake, breath," she laughed, walking over to me and putting a pair of swimming
trunks over my head. Her teasing little move broke the paralysis that had
gripped me and I pulled the trunks off of my head, blushing like mad.

"Um ... I-is there a bathroom ... where I could ... change?" I asked quietly,
doing my best to get my words out clearly. Melanie pointed to a door down one
of the halls that lead away from the kitchen. I quickly went into the
bathroom, taking one of the towels with me. I changed quickly, hoping I could
hide something rather embarrassing with the towel. It worked pretty well and I
though it was more or less unnoticeable, and even if it were more obvious,
Melanie was too polite to comment on it when I came back.

"The tub is down here in the basement," she said, opening a door that lead
down a flight of steps and starting down it. I was mesmerized by the rippling
muscles in her legs and by the tight bounce of her butt as she walked down the
stairs. Before she could turn and ask why I wasn't following her though I
managed to get my mind together enough to remember how to walk. I went down
the stairs carefully, doing my best to not stare at her for I was sure I would
miss a step if I let my attention stray. I definitely did not need a broken
neck at the moment. We reached the bottom of the stairs and Melanie lead me
down another short hall to a door. She pushed the door open and we stepped
into what looked almost like a hotel pool room, but without the pool and
without the reeking stench of chlorine. The hot tub was open and not wanting
Melanie to see me without my towel on at the moment, I quickly pulled it off
and slipped into the warm water before she did.

"Feeling a little bit cold?" she chuckled, slowly pulling off her towel as
well. As the towel fell away I felt my mind go into warp drive and my face
turn as red as a traffic light. She was wearing a small two piece silver
bikini that looked like it would snap at any second. Her entire chiseled
physique was easily visible. I had never seen her this close without at least
a large sweater on and the new view was more then magnificent. Her chest
looked as large as ever, possibly larger in comparison to the pathetic top she
was wearing. Her stomach looked like something off of a weigh machine add,
only a hell of a lot stronger. Her long legs rippled and jumped with every
step she took, creating a mesmerizing dance of steel corded muscles.

She slipped into the water without a splash, graceful as a cat in spite of her
immense size. I was sitting on the highest step of the hot tub and my face was
barely above the water but on her it came merely half way up her chest.

"Jake ... earth to space cadet Jake," she said. I had been so captivated by
her body that I hadn't noticed her speaking to me. I looked up, more
embarrassed that I had been before. I let my face sink down into the water
till it almost reached my nose and looked up at Melanie from there.

"Oh, come on Jake, don't look so embarrassed. I'm not naked and I don't mind
you gawking. I've had people gawk at me in a bad way for so long it's ... well
kind of nice to have someone staring in a good way," she said, smiling and
blushing a bit herself. I slowly sat up again, putting my whole head above
water. Melanie was sitting across the tub from me but it was small enough
around that her long, statuesque legs would occasionally touch mine. I was
still at a loss for words, my mind trying to get itself to come to terms with
my position. I was sitting in a hot tub, alone with a muscular goddess who was
my girlfriend. What was a man to do?

I must have been spacing out again because the only thing I heard Melanie say
was, "Okay ... since you seem to be having a bit of trouble moving, I'll
help." I looked up quickly but she wasn't moving towards me. Not above the
water. I felt her legs hook around my back and then gently, she pulled me
towards her till I was within arms reach. Confused and embarrassed at being
manhandled in such a way, I pushed at her legs but found no give at first.
When she realized I was pushing though, she let me go, looking puzzled.

"Um ... Jake? I'm sorry ... I didn't mean to push you ... I though you ... oh
no," she said, looking crestfallen and like she was about to cry. That's when
it dawned on me that she had been asking me if I would come over and sit by
her while I was spacing out. I quickly pushed off the wall and slid over to
her side of the tub, accidentally bumping into her chest with my shoulder.

"No, no ... .it's my fault. I'm sorry Melanie, I was spacing out. You just
caught me off guard with the whole legs pulling me in thing," I said, reaching
up a hand and stroking a lock of hair behind her ear with a slight smile. She
looked down at me, surprised at first but then just happy. Gently, she put her
arm around my waist and pulled me up onto her lap, pulling me back enough that
I rested against her chest.

"I'm still the one who should be sorry ... I should have just gotten your
attention first and then asked you," she countered, giving me a little
squeeze. I snuggled up to her a bit more, not for the warmth but just for the
feeling. The hot tub was quite warm, as they tend to be and of course it was
wet and all of that together made the whole thing seem slightly more sexual,
but the vibe was all wrong for anything like that. My head slid slightly into
her cleavage as I let myself relax, but I was pretty sure she didn't mind.

"You really like it there, don't you," she commented after a minute, making me
start. I felt my face burn red again and was too embarrassed to even try to
move away. Her observation was dead on and that, of course, made it just that
much worse. "Oh relax! If I minded, you know I wouldn't let you do it," she
added after a second, only making me blush more. I started to pull away from
her slightly, intending to just move my head till it wasn't quite touching
her, but she was having none of that foolishness. Putting both arms around my
chest, she pulled me much closer, making my head slip into her cleavage. I
could feel her bikini top pressing into the back of my head and I could now
feel her cleavage pressing my ears and my cheeks. I started to struggle a bit,
but she countered me easily and said, "Jake, relax. You know you like it and
it's only going to be awkward if you make it awkward."

I stopped trying to get away and just relaxed, letting my body start to settle
against hers. My face was hardly above the water still but I wasn't in danger
of drowning. Letting go of me with one of her hands, Melanie reached behind my
head and pulled her bikini strap up and over, slipping it down in front of me.

"Sorry, just don't want to break another article of specially fitted
clothing," she said, her voice both muffled and amplified as though my ears
were full of wax ... or perhaps encased in something else. She brought her arm
back down and hugged me again, pulling me all the way back till my small body
rested against her steel abs, my legs resting on her pillars of muscle. I was
encased in a steaming hot, loving, caring prison of dead sexy female muscle
and soft, giving, smothering breast flesh. Her boobs were indeed a good bit
larger then my head and they were almost closed in front of me. They held my
head and face on all sides, save a small area of the front, permitting breath
but not much else. I tried to turn my head and quickly realized it was a bad
idea as the yielding pillow proceeded to engulf my face and cut off my air. I
quickly turned back to dead center and felt Melanie giggle, her laughter
making her chest tense and release which immediately played hell on my trapped
head. I felt like my head might be crushed like a grape and little motes of
light swam in front of my eyes. Thankfully, her fit of laughter didn't last
long and it soon subsided to light pulsations which felt almost like a
massage.

"Don't do that ... it tickles," she murmured, stroking the top of my head
which must have been barely sticking above her prodigious bosom. What she said
gave me an idea. Not sure if she could hear me, I said, "Hey Melanie, remember
when you said not to engage you in a tickle war because I wouldn't win? Well,
I think the game might be on!" With that, I took as deep a breath as I could
manage and turned, blowing a great big raspberry right into her chest. I felt
her start laughing and felt the constrictions of her chest start to come
again, but I kept on going. I could feel her stomach and chest tensing up as
she tried to keep the laughter to giggles, but right as I finished and turned
back to the center for more air, she exploded into full blown laughter. It
sounded like a thunder clap and was followed by a crushing spasm which didn't
release like the others had. Suddenly, what had seemed like a great joke had
become incredibly stupid idea. I could feel my consciousness slipping away
from me as my head was crushed and whether she meant to or not, Melanie did
something that made her chest not only constrict but also pressed her breasts
together, pushing them into my face. Deprived of oxygen, my nose and mouth
being smothered by the softness and at the same time deprived of blood flow by
the powerful vice of her pecs, I started to struggle, doing my best to break
free. It was for naught though and a wave of blackness swept over me, snuffing
out my struggles like a hurricane would snuff out a candle.

* * *

Swimming up through a sea of blackness, I could hear something beating slowly
and rhythmically. It took me a minute to realized that was the sound of my
heart. I was floating in sort of a pleasant limbo, warm and comfortable. Then,
something started pulling at me and I was yanked away from my current place
very quickly. I felt myself speeding up and was then slammed ... back into my
body. I opened my eyes and saw Melanie's face, streaked with water. Her lips
were pressed to mine and she was breathing a deep breath into my body. I
slowly reached up a hand that felt like it was made of lead and touched her on
the face. At the touch, she stopped pushing air into me and pulled her head
back, staring into my open eyes.

"H-hello sexy ... " I mumbled, smiling slightly. She looked at me for a second
longer and then, grabbing the back of my head and slipper her other hand under
my back, pulled me up and kissed me hard on the lips. Her mouth was open, but
her tongue stayed where it was. Even still, the kiss was intense enough to
almost put me under again. When she broke the kiss, Melanie was crying, tears
flowing out of her eyes like crazy.

"I though you were dead ... I thought I killed you. Oh god ... I was so scared
... you weren't moving or breathing or doing anything ... " she sobbed,
crushing me against her. I waited a couple of minutes till she had calmed down
just slightly before pulling back and putting a hand to her lips. She went
silent immediately. I reached up and wiped her tears off of her face, gently
stroking her cheek once, all the while staring into her eyes.

"Melanie, it's okay ... I'm okay. I'm alive, despite my stupid idea, so no
more tears. You just saved my life," I said quietly, pushing back errant locks
of her hair that had fallen in front of her face. She looked at me for a long
while before slowly pulling me closer to her, pushing my chest into hers and
gently kissed me. I put my arms around her neck and kissed her back, hugging
her with all the feeble strength I could muster at that moment. When we broke
the kiss, Melanie didn't set me down but kept holding me, walking over to the
nearest wall. She was still wearing her bikini and I was pressed against her
soft skin tightly enough to feel my ribs creak, but I didn't care. I knew she
needed this to assure herself that I was okay. I let my head rest against her
shoulder, gently nuzzling her neck. She giggled quietly and leaned down,
kissing me on the cheek. Sitting down, she put me on her lap facing her, which
as it always did, put my face on an even plane with her tremendous cleavage.

With a slight smile, I said, "I think I'll hold off on the raspberries from
now on." And that, for some reason, so simply and calmly stated made Melanie
start laughing. I too found myself laughing, laughing to alleviate the tension
of the scare we had just had. After several minutes, we both got ourselves
under control and sat there, looking at each other, me looking up, barely able
to see over her chest, her looking down. I was sitting on top of her legs
which she had extended straight out, my feet resting between her arms and
hips. Slowly, she moved her legs apart and then started to pull them in,
bringing me with them. She moved into a cross legged position and in doing so
pulled me right up to her. Reaching down, she took me by the sides of my chest
and lifted me till my head was above her chest. Then she pulled me into
another hug. Without thinking, I wrapped my legs around her back, pulling
myself towards her. My arms went up around her neck and I found my head
resting on her collarbone. Standing up, Melanie walked towards the door out of
the room. I was pressed deeply and tightly into her chest yet again and her
gait lightly bounced her chest, which in turn bounced me up and down softly,
the downwards part cushioned perfectly by her soft bosom. That, combined with
the warmth of her body and the warmth of the house and the lovely scent that
she gave off, even after being in the pool made me drowsy. Before we made it
back up to the ground floor, I was fast asleep, wrapped around her like a
small child.

Chapter 11: Large and Normal

I awoke some time later, still held tightly in Melanie's arms. She was lying
on the couch, fast asleep, holding me on top of her. I had slipped down
slightly and my head was resting against one side of her chest. We were both
still in out swim wear and the couch was covered with a couple of towels so we
wouldn't get it wet. As I lifted my head, it felt like I was peeling my skin
away from some adhesive surface. Unsure as to how long I had been asleep and
unable to see a clock, I looked out the nearest window. There was a gray sort
of twilight which meant that it wasn't too late yet, probably around three
thirty. Sighing, I let my head go back down onto her chest, snuggling closer
and momentarily burying my face into the soft tit. I couldn't deny that I like
the feeling a lot and that it turned me on, but I didn't want to make Melanie
feel uncomfortable so I would keep that little bit of information to myself. I
turned my head sideways again so I wouldn't suffocate and laid there,
comfortably resting while I awaited Melanie's awakening.

I must have drifted off again because the next thing I remember was Melanie
sitting up and waking me up in doing so. She didn't sit up all the way, but
just enough so that she could rest her back against the arm of the couch. I
shifted over to the side, resting my back against the cushions of the couch,
putting one arm up on the back.

"Sleep well?" Melanie asked me. I nodded and stretched my arms up over my
head, making a small sound as I did. Melanie chuckled and proceeded to do a
stretch of her own, reaching her arms up and being backwards, thrusting her
chest up and out. I was sitting close enough that it caught me in the face and
bumped me sideways. I slumped over like I'd been punched in the face, drawing
a laugh from Melanie.

"We need to get changed still, rag doll," she said, lifting her right leg
which made me start to slide off of her. I quickly regained my balance and
landed on my feet, standing up and stretching again. I shook my head,
dislodging some water from my ears. The shaking made my slightly dizzy and
that in combination with the confusion of having just awakened made me lose my
balance. I started to fall sideways but was caught by Melanie's large arm. She
set me back on my feet, laughing again. Chuckling myself, I reached down and
took hold of her hand, allowing her to lead me out of the room we were in. The
room opened into a hallway, again obscenely large compared to the dimensions
of a normal house. The hallway went for a ways, a couple of doors coming off
of it before it opened into a larger sort of landing space. There was a
staircase to the right which lead down and one to the left which lead up
higher into the house. Looking around, it occurred to me that we might not be
on the first level of the house anymore.

"Hey Melanie, that room we were just in ... which room was that?" I asked,
glancing behind me at the still open door. It looked odd, out of place really.
All of the other doors in the hallway were closed and everything else in the
house was dark. The door was at the end of the hallway and it seemed an
awfully long way back to it, probably because of the scale of the house. I
felt small and awkward and the feeling was only fortified when I looked at one
of the doors and realized that the door handle was at the level of my
shoulder.

Without looking back or down, Melanie replied, "That was the sort of living
room for me and my sister to use. It's got oversized stuff because the normal
things that most people have are either too small or break when we use them,
hence the need for separate sections of the house. All of the stuff downstairs
is normal sized, along with all the stuff in the second story but all of the
stuff in the basement and the third story is designed to be easily usable by
someone who is at least seven feet tall. Originally, the house was built as a
two story house but my parents added on the third story when I hit the six
foot mark at age 12 and was still growing strong. Above us right now is just
the attic which is where my sister keeps her weights and other stuff. I don't
really see why she uses them, seeing as she hasn't been able to add any muscle
mass to her body in over a year but she just keeps on going. I guess she
enjoys it still."

In the time it had taken Melanie to say all of this, we had gone down two
flights of stairs and were back in the living room. "I think my clothes are
still in the bathroom where I changed," I said, extracting my had from
Melanie's so I could go and get them. Melanie nodded and then turned and
started walking back upstairs.

"I'm going to go ahead and get a change of clothes as well ... and I guess you
can just come up to my room after you're finished dressing. It's the second
door on the right when you come up the stairs. Just make sure you knock before
you come in incase I'm still getting dressed," she said, smiling at me. I
nodded, trying my hardest not to imagine Melanie naked. It was hard, watching
her perfect body walk away from me wearing nothing more than a swimming suit
which hardly covered her at all. There wasn't really any way I could see her
more naked unless I walked in on her right as she took off her underwear.

Shaking my head and grinning, I headed for the bathroom. There, lying in a
heap on the floor were my clothes, exactly where I had left them. I took off
the bathing suit and took a minute to wash it and wring it out. Then I slipped
back into my dry clothing, glad to have the warmth from them again. Without
Melanie's body to keep me warm, I had quickly grown cold in just the swimwear
so being fully dressed was somewhat of a relief.

I headed out of the bathroom and back into the living room where I paused for
a minute before going over to the duffel bag which was lying on the floor by
the door through which we came into the house. I zipped it open and dug
through it for a second before I found what I was looking for. I grabbed my
sketchbook, flipping it open to the piece I had finished a couple of days ago.
The scene was of two people sitting under a pine tree, one big and one small.
There was a moon high in the sky and the people were in shadow. Everything had
a crystalline, frosty appearance to it and even though it was all in pencil,
the moon seemed to shine and the whole thing seemed to glimmer just slightly.
At least in my mind it did.

Tucking the sketchbook under my arm, I headed up the stairs, bypassing the
second level and going up to the third, turning left and then heading down to
the second door on the right, just as Melanie had told me to do. I knocked and
there was a momentary sound of something being pushed away followed by some
heavy footsteps. The door opened and there stood Melanie, dressed in a low cut
v-neck shirt and a pair of jeans.

"Took you long enough to get here. I though I was going to have to come down
and get you," she laughed, standing back so I could go into her room. It was a
big room, for obvious reasons. Everything in the room was almost twice the
size it would normally be. There was a very large desk in the near left
corner, what looked like a double sized king bed in the back left corner, a
closet on the back wall, a very large dresser with a full length mirror beside
it in the right back corner and from the edge of the mirror to the close right
corner, there was just one massive bookshelf. It stretched all the way from
the floor to the ceiling which was at least ten feet high. To reach the books
on the top shelves, I would have had to climb up a ladder or something to that
effect. Besides the bookshelf, on her desk, Melanie had a computer. The
monitor was large but not huge in comparison to most other monitors. The
keyboard however had to be a custom made one. To accommodate her huge hands,
it was a good bit larger than any keyboard I had ever seen. There was also a
printer and a drawing tablet. When I saw the tablet, my heart did a little joy
jump. She had to be some kind of artist to have one of those. They weren't
cheap by any means and they were really difficult for a non-artist to use
effectively.

After I was in the room, she closed the door and then slipped past me,
flopping down on her bed with a sigh. She laid on her stomach for a moment
before rolling onto her side and smiling at me.

"So, what do you think of my lair?" she asked, gesturing vaguely at the room
and its contents in general. "It's not the greatest set up ever but it's good
enough for me ... " she added. Before I answered, I had to pause for a second
and puzzle over what she though I would have or like in terms of a living
space.

"Well ... you've got a bed, you've got a computer and you've got more than
enough books to last you a year. All you need is a bathroom and a little
dumbwaiter and you'd never have to leave your room," I laughed, walking over
to the bed and sitting down on the edge of it. Well, getting up on the edge
really. The bed was a good ways off the floor and my feet dangled at least a
foot from the ground when I sat on it.

"You really think it's that great? I mean ... it's kind of small, but then
again, I guess size is relative, isn't it," she chuckled as I shot her a quick
little look of disbelief. To me the room was, as I said before, huge. It was
easily big enough for two or three normal people to live in comfortably.

"If you call this small then I wonder what you'd call my room. It's about the
same size as two of your desks ... tops," I said, leaning back into the soft
mattress till my head was against Melanie's stomach. Because she was turned on
her side, my neck was bent at a very sharp angle. Melanie took care of this
though by turning again so she was lying flat and my head was sitting square
on her stomach, my body perpendicular to hers. Her ceiling was a light shade
of orange with streaks of blue and yellow mixed in. It looked like either a
sunrise or a sunset colored sky. "Did you paint your own ceiling?" I asked
after a bit, pretty sure that construction people didn't do coloring like
that.

"Yeah, I did that about a year ago. I got bored of it being just white so I
got some paints and went at it. I think it came out pretty well," she
murmured. As she breathed my head moved with her stomach which was
surprisingly soft when relaxed in spite of the awesome definition that lurked
beneath her shirt. I felt myself starting to drift slightly and not wanting to
fall asleep again, I sat up, pulling myself fully on to the bed and sitting
cross legged facing her. Melanie propped herself up against the wall, sliding
over to it and then patting the bed beside her. I took the invitation
willingly, scooting over next to her.

"So ... are you going to show me what's in that little sketch book of yours or
did you just bring that along to tease me with?" she asked, looking down at
the black covered book I held in my hands.

"I don't know ... what's in it for me?" I asked, looking up with mock
skepticism. I held the sketchbook close to my chest, acting like that would
stop her from taking it if she really wanted to look at it.

"Lets see ... I won't kick you off of my bed and make you look up at me from
the floor when we're talking?" she said, smiling. I shrugged and then opened
the book up to an early sketch I had made of her. I had drawn it during the
time in which I had been spying on her and it was a bit rough and some of the
details of her face weren't right but it had been hard to see her from up in
the tree. After a moment, I looked up at Melanie to see what her reaction was.
She was just staring at it blankly and the slight bit of emotion on her face
could have either been disgust or surprise.

"Well? Um ... what do you think?" I asked after quite a long, awkward silence.
Shaking her head, Melanie looked down at me and asked, "Why did you tell me
you were an artist? It's ... well, amazing, considering you drew this while
only having seen me from a tree. I wish I could draw myself this well!"

I blushed and mumbled something about it not being that good but a good
squeeze from Melanie but that thought off. Now, it is worth mentioning that
I'm really critical of my own work. As far as I'm concerned, nothing is ever
really good enough because it's never as good as it looks in my mind. This
leads to me saying that everything I draw and all of the photos I take are
crap, no matter how good other people think they are. None the less, Melanie's
words gave me enough heart to show her the piece I had actually drawn for her.
Flipping quickly through various random sketches, a lot of them of Melanie, I
finally came to the moonlight scene. I had turned the sketchbook away from
Melanie as I had gone through it but now I handed it to her completely. She
took it in her free hand and smiled at me reassuringly before looking down at
the picture. Before she had a change to get a good look at it though, I
grabbed it back. Before she could protest I silenced her with a finger and
said, "I forgot one thing." Pulling a pencil out of my pocket, I quickly
signed it in the bottom left corner like I sign all my work I give to other
people and then I wrote "For Melanie" on the top before handing it back to
her. She looked at me, surprised and then spent the next five minutes staring
at it. I could see her eyes moving back and forth, taking in all of the little
details I had put in there, hoping she'd notice them. Finally, she sighed and
set it down on her lap.

"Jake ... I don't know what to say ... I mean ... It's beautiful. The moment
it captures, the lighting, it's all just perfect," she said, staring down at
the picture still. Her eyes had a sort of glazed, misty look to them as though
she were remembering something that had happened in the past.

"So you like it then?" I asked, trying not to look too hopeful. She slowly
looked at me like I was utterly insane.

"Like it? Are you kidding me? I love it! I had no idea you were such a good
artist," she beamed, her praise washing over me like a wave of warm see water.
"I'm just not sure how I'm supposed to even this out again. But I don't have
anything to give you in return. Would ... well, I don't know, what do you
want?" she asked, looking slightly distressed.

"Melanie, you don't have to get me anything. It's a gift ... you know, given
for free at the free will of the owner? I just made it for you because I was
bored and I though you might like it," I said, puzzled as to why she though
there was some need to balance us out. As far as I was concerned, I had
already gotten so much more just in having her as a girlfriend than she had
gotten in having me for her boyfriend. If anything, my tiny, insignificant
gift brought us the slightest bit back towards an equilibrium point. She was
having none of it though.

"Well ... I can go ahead and give you this now but I'll have to figure out
something better for you later," she said, smiling again. Confused, I started
to protest but I was cut short as she lifted my chin and leaned down, giving
me a kiss. All of my protests, my worries about her being worried about us not
being balance, everything was shot from my mind. Her soft, luscious lips
engulfed mine, her mouth open just a little bit. Her sweet, heady breath
filled my mouth and I inhaled it, shivering like it was a drug. I closed my
eyes, letting my whole consciousness sink into my mouth and into the kiss. I
was so out of it that I didn't notice her reaching down till she actually
picked me up and set me on her lap, still not breaking the kiss. She pulled me
close to her, her hand going to the back of my head. Her other arm went around
me, her muscles tightening and hardening a bit, holding me with a gentle
firmness. Due to our height difference, I had been pulled up to my knees and
was kneeling on her thighs. The sheer size of her massive boobs kept my body
from touching hers as they pressed into and around my whole chest. In
conjunction with her arm, it was like being held in the most comfortable steel
cage ever made. My hands tangled into her long, silky hair, keeping me as
close as possible to her unbelievably sexy body. Her tongue gently teased
around on my lips, then slipped them apart with an ease that left me
breathless. Her tongue invaded my mouth, filling it almost completely. My own
tongue touched and caressed hers, but as it was with everything else, it was
so much smaller that was about all it could do. We held out our first real,
intimate, fully conscious, consensual, non-panicked kiss for over a minute,
neither of us wanting to pull away. Finally though, her tongue slipped out of
my mouth and she pulled her head back, pulling me closer and shifting me to
the side as she did. My head now rested on her shoulder as I was seated
sideways on her lap. I leaned into her, slipping one arm behind her while the
other one caught hold of her opposite hand. Her free hand was cradling me to
her, pushing me into her chest to keep me from falling over backwards.

Smiling at me, her cheeks flushed a rosy pink she said, "That was definitely a
temporary present. I'll be sure to get you something better soon."

"Melanie, as far as I'm concerned, one of those kisses is worth more than a
million pictures each worth a thousand words. You don't owe me a damned
thing," I mumbled, grinning like a drunken sailor and probably about as
flushed as well.

We were sitting in silence and probably would have sat there for a good while
longer but our special moment was interrupted by the sound of a car driving up
to the house. The sound of the engine broke the mood like a hammer and Melanie
and I let out a unified sigh. I found myself shaking my head slightly, miffed
at whoever was coming up the drive.

"That's probably my sister," Melanie grumbled, shifting slightly so I could
get up without having to put my hands anywhere awkward. I slid away from her
body and slipped off her back and off the bed, landing on my feet.
Momentarily, the feeling of vertigo you get from sitting for too long hit me,
making me sway but it passed before Melanie could ask if anything was wrong.
She got up from the bed as well, stretching and giving me a more than amazing
view of her whole body. I noted yet again by how much she dwarfed me. Standing
as we were, facing each other, my head was right level with her mammoth
breasts, each of which was easily half again as big as my head. She shirt she
wore was stretched tight against her stomach and lifted up to show her
perfectly rigged stomach that looked like it could take a sledge hammer
without a problem. She brought her arms together and clasping her hands,
pulled them down behind her head, making her biceps bulge alarmingly. If I had
to guess, I would say that they were, at a minimum, twenty six inches around.
They were bigger than my thighs and those were around twenty two inches, hence
the estimate. Her legs, I couldn't even begin to guess at and I didn't bother
trying but I was pretty sure they were bigger around than my waist. Letting go
of her hands, Melanie let her arms fall back to her side, her chest bouncing a
bit as they did.

We stood there for a couple more moments before Melanie said, "Um ... we don't
have to actually go anywhere or anything." It occurred to me that her sister
probably wouldn't care if she had a friend over, but I could understand her
being worried about the possibility of her sister being angry at her having a
boyfriend over without their parents permission. In the slightly awkward
silence that followed, the sound of a door opening could be heard coming form
way downstairs. "Oh, and I don't know it I mentioned it before but my sister
is more or less the same size as me. Just so you're not surprised," Melanie
added, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

"Okay ... so it's a genetic thing then," I said, smiling. Looking back over at
the bed, I realized that I had left my sketchbook lying on it with the picture
of Melanie and me under the tree on top. "Is there anything else surprising
about her I should know?" I asked, stepping around Melanie and hopping onto
the bed to grab the book. I rolled over and sat up, dangling m legs over the
edge of the bed again, looking up at Melanie. She was staring into space,
chewing her lip and looking worried. Reaching out, I touched her hand, trying
to get her attention. "Hey, you're looking a bit worried. What's eating you?"
I said, taking a hold of her hand. She wrapped her larger one around mine
completely before smiling.

"Sorry, I'm just wondering how my sister is going to react to seeing you.
She's always taunting me about how I'll never find a guy who won't run away
from me screaming," she laughed, shaking her head. "You're a big guy though so
I'm pretty sure you'll be able to handle her reaction, whatever it is." I
rolled my eyes at her obvious crack at my size. She let go of my hand and went
over to her computer, turning on the screen. From my vantage point on the bed,
I couldn't see exactly what she was doing but I could see that it was
something artistic looking. She proceeded to pick up the pen for her drawing
tablet and started working. Curious, slipped off the bed and walked over to
the desk, standing beside her, leaning against the desk which came up to my
waist.

She was working on a picture of a sword, but to call it just a sword and have
done with it would be like calling the Mona Lisa "just a face". The style of
the sword appeared to be oriental, but it was hilted, so it wasn't a katana.
It was a single edged sword and she had added immaculately written characters
onto the side of it. Although it was a drawing, just a sword suspended in
empty space, it looked so real that it seemed like I could reach through the
computer screen and grab it. She had shaded it slightly from the front and a
part of the blade reflected the light which was shining onto it. Mumbling
something to herself, she quickly zoomed in on a spot which looked a bit
duller than most of the painting. Even down at the tiny level, there was an
incredible amount of detail. Every couple of millimeters, the shades and
texture of the sword changed, giving it the appearance of rippling water.
Selecting a couple of tools, Melanie quickly started to add in bits of light
and touches of shadow. I watched, mesmerized by the speed and the delicacy of
her work until she stopped and sat back, zooming back out to the full sized
image.

"Sorry ... I've just been meaning to fix that for a while. I going to do it
while I was waiting for you to get ready but I didn't get a chance to start.
What do you think?" she asked, looking over at me. I took a while to respond,
taking in all of the details and nuances she had put into it. Finally, I let
out a low whistle. Even sitting, she was still taller than me and I found
myself looking up a bit.

"And you accused me of not telling you that I was an artist. If I hadn't seen
you touching up that little part down there on the bottom, I'd have said that
this was a photo," I commented, going back to look at it again. As an artist
myself, I could see a couple of things that weren't quite right about it, but
only if I looked really closely and only because I really knew what to look
for. A normal, non-artist wouldn't have noticed a single flaw in it

"Hey now, you know flattery will get you everywhere ... be careful what you
say or I might have to kick you out of my room before I do something
inappropriate," she admonished, covering her embarrassment at my comment with
mock anger. I could see the tinge of blush on her face though, which gave her
away. I was about to say something else but the sound of heavy footsteps made
the words catch in my throat. In my amazement and rapture of watching Melanie
work, I had completely forgotten about Melanie's sister.

Chapter 12: Natasha

Melanie's door opened slowly and standing there was another girl, easily as
tall as Melanie was but she was built completely differently. Instead of
having the larger, somewhat bulkier frame that Melanie had, she was much more
sleek and athletic, though in comparison to any normal person, she was still
unbelievably strong. She wore a top that was cut off at the bottom, leaving
her strong stomach in plain view. Very low cut top had short sleeves which
revealed long arms that were probably as big around as my legs. Her muscles
were amazingly well defined, even though they didn't stand out the way her
sister's did. She had jet black hair which fell down past her waist. It wasn't
tied back and it draped over her shoulders and chest which was actually larger
than Melanie's and displayed quite well by her choice of attire. Her face was
similar to Melanie's but her eyes were dark brown and her skin was paler. She
was breathtakingly beautiful instead of being unbelievably cute, which I'm
pretty sure was due to the slightly more mature look her face had to it. She
was dressed in a pair of shorts which were hardly large enough around for her
legs. Even though I could have probably slipped through one of the legs, her
smooth, shapely thighs which came from a perfectly formed waist filled them
nearly completely. Her legs were long and obviously muscled, but again in a
much less pronounced way than Melanie's. Even though my heart was completely
and totally Melanie's, I couldn't help but fall a bit in love with her when
she stepped into the room.

"Hey Melanie, how's it ... going ... " she started, trailing off as she
noticed me standing next to her sister. Her voice was a touch higher than
Melanie's and had a lyrical quality to it that made even the few halting words
she had said seem almost like poetry. Her eyes seemed to be drilling into me,
assessing me and practically prying apart my soul. It felt like she already
knew everything about me, just by looking at me for two seconds. There was an
awkward silence that stretched out until Melanie cleared her throat.

"Natasha, this is my boyfriend Jake. Jake, meet my older sister Natasha. Oh,
and guess what Natasha ... I wasn't lying and I wasn't imagining thing," she
said, smiling at her sister. Natasha laughed and took two steps towards me. I
involuntarily tried to back up, running into the desk as I did so. Blushing at
my unconscious reaction, I quickly extended my hand, offering it to her and
hoping I didn't look like a total idiot. Smiling, she took it, her had more
than big enough to encompass mine. Her fingers were long and slender but the
skin on them was tough from some variety of manual exercise. Even though she
looked like some kind of over grown run away princess, she was obviously not.

"Pleased to finally meet the illustrious Jake, the boy which my sister has
been raving about for the last month. I must admit, you're a bit more real
than I though. I guess Melanie's not going to have to get psychotherapy after
all," she laughed, still shaking my hand. She was definitely taller than
Melanie by a good bit and her bust was enough larger that I could barely see
her face at two arms lengths and her chest was only a foot away from me. I had
cranked my neck all the way back in an attempt to keep her face in view, so it
was almost a relief when she let go of my hand and stepped back.

"It's nice to meet you too Natasha," I mumbled, smiling and blushing shyly. I
had almost gotten used to seeing Melanie and now there was another girl, just
as amazing and huge and gorgeous. I made two silent prayers at the same time,
one of them praying that their mother wasn't as large and beautiful, one that
their mother was. On the one hand, if she was like her daughters, I'd probably
end up dying from an overdose of sexy. On the other hand, just having the two
of them around was probably the most amazing feeling I'd ever had in my life,
similar to the feeling one gets after running a long way but without the
exhaustion that goes along with it. I couldn't imagine what that feeling would
be like if there were three of them.

During my silent musings, my gaze had shifted from Natasha's face to nowhere,
and my head had adopted a more comfortable angle which left me staring right
through her chest. It didn't register till I heard Melanie giggle and I looked
up at her. She was looking down at me with one eyebrow raised, looking highly
amused. I burned scarlet, my eyes dropping to my feet as I mumbled out some
stammering apology. Melanie's giggling turned into full blown laughter which
was soon echoed a perfect third up by her sister. Stepping forward again,
Natasha reached out and put her long arms around me, pulling me in and up
slightly, right into one of her massive breasts. My hands immediately went up,
but they were to slow to keep my face from going into her tit. My right hand
got caught by her hand and pressed into the boob while my left hand slid off
of the smooth flesh and right into the center of her cleavage. My arm went in
slightly past the elbow and her arm that was holding my head pressed one tit
while her other hand used mine to press the other one, trapping my arm in a
fleshy prison. She held me there for a full five seconds while Melanie went on
laughing. Natasha's own laughter bounced and pressed my head deep into the
yielding flesh, completely covering my face with ease. She released my face,
letting me gasp for breath but she kept my hands tightly clamped in place with
what I'm sure was no effort at all. My face was just inches from her chest and
I could hardly see her face from such a close vantage point. The look on her
face very briefly turned to skeptical and then with a huge grin, she reached
into her cleavage, grabbed my other hand and pulled it to the other side of
her boobs. This centered me so I was staring straight into her massive
cleavage. I hardly had time to gulp and take a deep breath before she pushed
my arms down a bit and pulled me right into her chest.

I can imagine what it looked form an outsiders perspective. I turned my face
up at the last second and managed to barely get my eyes above her tits so I
was looking right up into her face. From the outside, all there probably was
to see was the tiny bit of my hair and my eyes poking out from the depths of
her unbelievable chest. She had pulled me up again when she pulled me in and
if she hadn't, my head would have been completely engulfed by her tits. Still
holding my hands, she pushed them into the huge mass of her tits. My hands
sunk easily into cushions and I squeezed as hard as I could without thinking
but if she felt it at all, she showed no sign of it. She let go of my hands
and I just held on for dear life, praying I wouldn't get suffocated. The
though that Melanie might just let her sister smother the life out of me with
her massive tits crossed my mind but it was quickly evicted. If she had wanted
to kill me, she would have done it herself a long time ago.

Natasha wrapped her arms around my body, pulling me closer to her yet again.
My feet were no longer touching the ground and my legs were just dangling
there, doing nothing. Natasha fixed this problem by releasing one of her arms
and hiking my legs up around her so they could sit on her wide waist.
Apparently content that I wasn't going to fall now, she let go of my back and
proceeded to use her hands to massage, compress and bounce her tits, making
them rise and fall and smothering the living daylights out of me.

Of course, I was panicking and embarrassed as hell but every time I glance at
Melanie, I saw her laughing as hard as I had ever seen which was reassuring to
an extent. If she was laughing, I couldn't be in any great danger. On top of
the panic and humiliation I felt though, there was also a great deal of
pleasure. My hands were kneading her breasts right along with her hands and I
actually ended up looking down, immersing more of my face in the sea of flesh
that held me. My legs were wrapped around her in a death grip but it phased
her as much as a belt would.

After god knows how long, Natasha let go of her tits, wrapped her arms around
herself and her chest and gave one last almighty squeeze, pushing her boobs
together with enough force that they finally did cover my head completely. The
enormous pressure hurt some but it was so perfectly gauged that the paint was
lost in the utter pleasure of the sensation. Then the pressure was released
and air and light came back into my world. Natasha reached down and easily
unwrapped my legs even though I was squeezing with everything I had. She
gently took me under the arms and pulled me out of her cleavage, setting me
down on the edge of the bed. I was gasping for air and it was all I could do
to keep from falling over backwards onto the bed. Natasha leaned over, putting
both of her arms under her boobs and pressing them together, smiling at me as
she did. She gave me a kiss on the forehead and then stood up, soaring back up
to her full height.

"Don't worry about it. Every guy who I meet stares at me but you're probably
the first who's stared at me with that mesmerized of a look. Normally it's a
cross between horror and lust but that was just pure hypnosis right there.
Plus, you're my sisters boyfriend and we share just about everything so I'm
pretty sure she'll be willing to share. You're as cute as she said and if
you're anything near as nice and cool as she's made you sound, I'm sure we'll
get along great," she said, grinning a perfectly white movie star grin at me.
I sat there, staring open mouthed after her as she turned and glided out of
the room, moving gracefully as a dancer. Melanie was anything but clumsy but
her sister made her look down right coarse. As she turned to close the door,
she shot me a wink, then shut it as gently as she had opened it.

It took Melanie a bit to stop laughing and I was in no state to be saying much
of anything either. I sat there, staring blankly at the floor, my whole mind
feeling like a punching bag after three hours of boxing practice. When Melanie
finally did stop laughing, she wiped the tears out of her eyes before asking,
"So, what do you think of Natasha? Nice enough for you?"

I looked up at her slowly, aware that my face was still a deep shade of red.
Blood was pounding in my head and cheeks, making a thudding that made it
almost impossible to think clearly. I shook my head several times before
flopping back onto the bed, covering my eyes with one hand. Melanie waited
patiently, still giggling occasionally. After a bit, I sat back up, rubbing my
hand over my face a couple of times.

"What ... in the fuck ... just happened," I exclaimed, still shaking my head
at the impossibility of what had just happened. "I just practically got raped
by your sister ... who I've never even met ... and she did it like she knew
what I like and gave me no choice but to enjoy it. You said there was nothing
else to tell me ... but you could have told me she was going to do that! I'm
sure you knew ... that's why you were laughing. It was one of the hottest,
most erotic things that's ever happened to me but still ... what ... the ...
fuck."

I could see another fit of laughter growing on Melanie as I mentioned her
being more than friendly. She held it back until I finished talking and then
burst out again is a full blown gale of laughter that left her with tears
streaming down her face.

"I'm s-sorry ... " she gasped, wiping the tears away again, "That's why I was
a bit hesitant about her reaction ... I was just considering whether to tell
you or not. I guess I do owe you a bit of an explanation though. After about
the second week of us going out, she told me that I had gone on so much about
you that she was going to have to give you some kind of special greeting. I
don't think she knew exactly what she was going to do but I've noticed that
you seem to like my chest a lot and I kind of said as much one time ... and
she told me that when you came over, the first time she met you she would give
you the best smother hug you've ever had. I was a bit worried about it at the
time but after the way you handled the whole sleeping bag and the hot tub
incidents, I figured you could handle whatever she was going to dish out. I am
sorry that she went that far. I wasn't quite expecting that. Really though,
you should have seen the look on your face when she was pulling you into the
hug. You looked like a fifth grader who is just starting to think girls are
hot who had stumbled into a girls locker room while three different teams were
in there changing ... and found out they all liked them young."

As my blood started to settle and my heart stopped doing its calisthenics, I
began imagining what I would have looked like to Melanie or to anyone who was
watching. Melanie had been overcome by another fit of giggling and I found
myself laughing right along with her. The whole thing had been so ridiculous
and set up that it was impossible not to laugh. However, even though this had
been a setup, I wasn't convinced that was all there was too it. Natasha's
little speech about how she and Melanie were really close and how whatever was
hers was basically Natasha's as well was sticking in my mind. Melanie had been
laughing too hard to see the look on Natasha's face but I had seen it and it
wasn't all fun and games. There had been some real want in those eyes and I
found myself wondering if Melanie would really be willing so share. After
that, I certainly hoped so.

* * *

Melanie and I spent the rest of the afternoon sharing out artwork, talking
about books and sitting on her bed snuggling together while watching anime on
her computer. It turned out she was quite the anime watcher and we had a lot
of the same favorites. Around seven, I realized it was really dark and that my
parents didn't really know where I was.

"I think I need to be getting home Melanie ... my parents will be starting to
worry soon," I said, stretching and leaning against her side after we finished
a episode of Gurren Lagan.

"You don't look very ready to go," she said, looking down and giving me a
squeeze. I smiled and very slowly slipped out from under her arm. I stretched
again, and then picked up my sketchbook and pencil from the desk where I had
set them. Melanie got up too and opened the door, waiting for me to make sure
I had everything. We had just started for the stairs when Natasha came down
the other flight that lead up to the attic.

"Hey Mel, mom is on the phone in the attic. She wants to talk to you," she
said, pointing up the stairs down which she had just come with her thumb.

"Okay ... um, why don't you just hang here with Natasha till I get back. This
should only take me a minute," Melanie said, walking past her sister and
heading up the stairs. I watched her as she walked away and then turned to
Natasha. While I had been watching Melanie, she had stepped closer to me and
was standing with her chest inches from my face again. She had been doing
something athletic because her long hair was tied back now and she was wearing
an oversized sports bra and a pair of small spandex pants. I gulped.

"Relaaax, I'm not going to eat you. As Melanie probably told you, that stuff
in her room earlier, that was just me messing around," she smiled. Then, her
face turned a bit more intense and she leaned closer to me, her boobs swinging
into my shoulder. "I was serious about Melanie sharing you though. We've made
an agreement that if you agree to it, we'll both have permission to do what
boys and girls do, whether it be with me, Melanie or both of us at once," she
whispered. I felt a shock run through me and I stood up ramrod straight.
Natasha stood up and as I started to turn towards her to say something, she
grabbed me again and pulled me to her breast, silencing me.

"Don't answer now ... take your time and think it over carefully. I'm willing
to let you decide if you want Melanie to share you ... but if not, I might
just have to try and take you for myself," she said, pressing me into her tit
with more force, cutting off my air and vision. She was covered in a light
sheen of something that smelled sweet, possibly oil and her bra was paper thin
and wet to boot. She rubbed my face against her tit gently, slowly pushing me
deeper and deeper into it, filling me completely with her heady scent and the
tantalizing feel of her body. "Oh, and lets keep this little incident that we
have going on right here our secret, okay?" she giggled, wrapping both her
arms around my head and crushing it into her with frightening force. I managed
a weak nod, my head swimming from sensory overload and the immense pressure
she was smothering me with. Once she was sure she had my agreement, Natasha
let me go, my face sticking to the wet surface of her chest. I peeled it away,
taking a gasp of air but I only got half a lungful. Before I could finish
inhaling, she grabbed me again and pushed me into the other tit. This time I
pushed weakly at her, first trying to move her hands and then trying to move
her tit enough to breath but every time I came close, she would just pull me
further in. The slick surface of her already soft boobs was so slippery that
one ended up in her cleavage again and the other one was on the far side of
her boob. Using her left hand, she held my head firmly into her right tit
while compressing my hand and holding it in her crack. She grabbed my other
hand and pulled it up, pulling me into her tit from a different angle so that
I was pushing straight through the center of it. Then, with speed that I don't
understand still, she let go of my head, grabbed my other hand and pulled it
up as well, pulling me straight up into her tit. She took both of my hands in
one of hers, managing them easily and said, "Now, unless you feel like
spending the next hour as my man bra, I'd suggest that you go ahead and wrap
your arms around my neck nice and tight."

Fearing for my life now and no longer really enjoying this game at all, I
clasped my hands behind her neck which kept my face firmly planted into her
chest, just the way she wanted it. I stupidly tried to say something but as
soon as I opened my mouth, the exceedingly large amount of flesh that was
pressed into my face actually started to go into it and I found myself with a
mouthful of boob. I couldn't get the soft, bra covered, oil scented flesh out
of my mouth so I was now stuck basically sucking her tit, trying as hard as I
could to get air. One of her hands was at the base of my skull, pulling me
against her while the other one gently rubbed my back. She made ironic little
cooing noises, as though she were trying to calm me down when the only thing
that had me agitated at the moment was her. Releasing my head, she reached up
and unhooked my hands from behind her neck. If I didn't know better, I would
have though she was going to let me go now but I already got the impression
she knew just exactly how long Melanie would to get off the phone and she
intended to do whatever the hell she wanted to with me until then.

Pushing me away from her but still holding onto my wrists, she separated my
face from her boob again, smiling hugely. My face was covered in oil, my
breathing ragged and distressed. I took huge gulps of air, trying to get my
heart to stop pounding like a jackhammer. I was pretty sure it was hopeless
but I had to try and stop this before Natasha ended up killing me, by accident
or on purpose. My hands and arms were slick with oil as hers were meaning that
if I were to pull away sharply enough, it might be possible for me to get away
from her, but there was only one safe place and that would be with Melanie.
Melanie didn't know that her sister was like this. She had only seen the nice,
laughing, joking Natasha who was just her older sister, not this Amazonian
mistress who took pleasure in doing whatever she wanted with poor guys.
Considering her size advantage and her far superior strength, there was little
chance of me making it up the stairs before her, even though I was very quick
on my feet. Since physical resistance probably wouldn't get me anywhere, I
decided to try a more tactful approach. I figured it couldn't really make
things any worse than they already were.

"N-Natasha ... please stop this," I stuttered, looking up over her chest at
her face. "I don't know if this is what you think I'll enjoy but I'm not
enjoying it. I don't mind hugs and stuff but this is WOAH!" My words were cut
of as she rolled her eyes and jerked me towards her again, pulling me straight
into her cleavage. As I moved towards her, after she had jerked on my arms,
she let them go, relying on momentum to carry me the rest of the way in. She
had pulled up so my feet weren't quite touching the ground, depriving me of
any traction I could use to reverse my flight path. As I came on she pulled
her massive canyon of a chest open, allowing me to slip right into those well
oiled walls. As soon as my face was almost touching her actual chest, she let
the huge globes go. At this points I noticed something I hadn't noticed before
about the bra she was wearing. It was open at the front and the whole thing
was actually big enough that the connector straps were all the way against her
chest leaving nothing to keep me from going, save her boobs themselves
crashing in on me. They slammed together with the force of two wrecking balls,
battering my poor head silly. My body kept going forward, my arms flying
around her. Again, with unbelievable quickness, she simultaneously grabbed my
hands behind her back and laced them together and somehow, gently cushioned
and then lifted me off the ground with her thigh which she shoved between my
legs. Now I had my head shoved all the way into her cleavage, my arms were
tightly wrapped around her and I didn't dare let go for fear of her just
smothering me to death for non-compliance and I was involuntarily straddling
her thigh, leaving me with no purchase to gain leverage from. I felt her
laughing silently as she let go of my hands and wrapped her arms around her
boobs, squeezing the two sisters around my head. With her thigh she pushed me
upwards, using my body to lift her breasts just slightly away from her chest.
The sheer weight of them made my shoulders and back scream but I was trapped
as tightly as a mouse in a mousetrap. Finally, she let go of her boobs and the
immense pressure relaxed, allowing me to swim up from the brink of
unconsciousness.

Without warning or provocation, she then rammed her thigh upwards, crushing my
crotch and my back between the force of her thigh and the weight of her boobs.
I tried to scream out in agony but all I got out was a raspberry on her boobs.
Her hand grabbed my arms again, pulling me off of her and then, transferring
both of my hands to one of hers, she pulled me away from her body completely,
holding me at an arms length. I did my best to stay silent as last time
talking had only gotten me a lot of pain. I felt battered and broken, rather
like I had been in a fight except for the fact that everything had been done
almost exclusively by the ungodly bosom of the woman who was holding me.

"Okay, I think I want to hear your answer to the question I asked earlier now.
Do I have your consent that Melanie and I will share you?" she asked sweetly,
not in the slightest bit tired by all of the things she had just done to me.
"Before you answer, just remember this," she giggled, setting me down and
shoving my face into her giant tit again, rubbing it around, smothering my
face in flesh and scented oil. She continued rubbing for several seconds
before she clasped my head with both hands and pulled, pushing me further in
than ever before and threatening to cave in my skull. Then the released me,
allowing me to be actually forced backwards by the sheer mass of her flesh
restoring itself to its usual form.

I laid on the ground, gasping for breath and trying to keep her from noticing
that I was silently crying from fright. After ten seconds, she took a step
forwards and knelt down, straddling me. "You've got five seconds to give me
your answer or I'll go ahead and give you some more samples," she said, and
then started to count and lower her body down at me.

"Yes! Yes, I'll do it! I agree. I swear, I agree ... oh fucking god help me
... " I cried, and Natasha stopped mere inches away from dropping her whole
mass on top of me. I was lying flat out on the floor, staring up at her tits
which would have dropped right on my face. It's odd to think that those
immense breasts which had so excited me at first now terrified me beyond all
else. They swung back and forth menacingly as Natasha hovered over me,
purposely swaying back and forth.

"Glad to hear it. Now then, you said something about a fucking god. Around
here, it's the fucking goddess and here's a little sample of what she can do,"
Natasha laughed, and then dropped. Her massive tits fell right onto my face,
crushing it into the carpet that covered the floor. The rest of her body
pinned mine, but instead of holding my arms, she simply let her massive tits
to that, which they actually did, all the way past the elbow. This left her
arms free and she slid them under her boobs, pressing my head all the way in
again. Her legs wrapped around mine, pulling me up to her body and she then
rolled over, having wrapped herself around me the way Melanie had in the
sleeping bag, save for the fact that my head was in her cleavage. I tried to
struggle but all my arms could push on were her boobs and all that did was
make them bounce. Flexing her arms, she crushed her boobs and my head between
then and ever so slowly, everything faded to black.

Chapter 13: The Conditions of a Predicament

When I woke up, I was lying on a bed, staring up at a sunset ceiling.
Realizing I was in Melanie's room, I sat up, blinking painfully in the bright
light. Everything was blurry and it took quite a bit of rubbing at my eyes to
get a somewhat clear view of the room. Melanie was sitting at her computer but
her eyes were closed and she appeared to be dozing lightly. Confused, I
checked the clock that sat on the desk facing the bed. The readout clearly
displayed the time as 2:36 am. I was about to panic when I noticed a note on
my chest. Picking it up, I read it. The note said, "Jake, I called your
parents and they said we were fine to have a sleep over tonight because the
schools have canceled class for tomorrow already due to the large amounts of
snow. Yaa snow!"

Shaking my head in disbelief, I flopped back on to the bed, rubbing my face
again. I could still smell the sweet scent of the oil Natasha had been wearing
on my hands and face and the smell almost made me puke. I had always liked
strong girls and the like, but I liked them like Melanie: kind, smart,
compassionate and respectful. Only one of those applied to Natasha and it
started with an s. Smart however wasn't the only s word I'd apply to. By this
point I'd have said sadistic, sick, sociopathic and subversive. The truth was
I was now terrified of her and of the house she lived in. There was no way I
would be able to fall back asleep knowing the girl, or woman, or whatever she
was who had nearly smothered me to death with full knowledge of what she was
doing, was in the house.

I got up as quietly as I could and padded over to the door. The whole house
had been very solidly built and there wasn't a sound from the floor. I thanked
god for that and ever so slowly turned the knob of Melanie's door. It opened
without a sound revealing the long dark hallway. Directly across from me,
there was a room with a small night light in it. By the light of that, I could
see a toilet and a sink, indicating a bathroom. Smiling to myself, I crossed
the hall and slipped inside, closing the door as quietly as I had opened
Melanie's. As with everything else on the third floor, the bathroom had been
designed for two girls who were over seven and a half feet tall so everything
was bigger than normal. If I had wanted to go to the bathroom, I would have
almost had to pee up and over the edge of the bowl. I walked over to the sink
which was as large as a kitchen sink and turned on the water. I had a slightly
hard time reaching the handles but I got the water on. I spent the next five
minutes washing my face, hands, and after finding a washcloth, my whole torso
as well. I wanted to purge the smell of Natasha from me as much as possible.

As I was doing this, my mind which had been kick started into wakefulness by
fear just a few minutes ago was going back over what had happened. There were
a few things that were brutally obvious. One, Natasha wanted me, possibly all
to herself, as some kind of boy toy to be played with at her will. Two,
Melanie had no idea that her sister was a cruel, sadistic bitch. Three, I
couldn't just let this go or I would probably end up dead in the smothering
clutches of Natasha's boobs. It was clear that Natasha was very careful. She
had completely distracted Melanie and probably told her that I had fallen
asleep when she came down from the attic. She knew how her sister worked and
was most likely a master at manipulating her which would make exposing her a
lot harder. I would need to find some way to get obvious evidence of what
Natasha had done and would probably do again to me. She wasn't so careless as
to do any kind of visible damage. The only lasting damage to me so far was
psychological damage, an overwhelming sense of fear and humiliation.

Shutting off the water and hanging the washcloth back up, I let my skin air
dry for another five minutes and then, without bothering to put my shirt back
on, I slipped out of the bathroom and back into Melanie's room. I was still
thinking over how I was going to deal with this. For the time being, I could
just do my best to stay away from Melanie's house but that would only be a
temporary solution. I wasn't willing to give up Melanie but I couldn't just
tell her. She'd probably think I was pulling a prank on her or that I was
trying to get her to hate her sister for some stupid reason of my own. I would
have to lie to her about why I didn't want to go to her house, find other
things for us to do together outside of these now dreaded walls until I could
find some way to bring Natasha's crimes to light.

As I closed the door to Melanie's room I shivered. The house was significantly
colder than it had been earlier in the day which meant that they probably
turned off the heat sometime during the night and then turned it back on in
the morning. I walked over to Melanie and touched her on the shoulder gently.
She mumbled something, turned head towards me and then opened her green eyes.
For a second, she looked really confused and her eyes were hard but then they
softened and she smiled. Without a word, she stood up, pushing the chair back
as she did. It was when she stood that I noted her changed attire. She had
changed into sleeping clothes consisting of a practically petit nightshirt
that didn't even cover her stomach and a pair of super tight flannel pants
that hugged her legs like they were hanging on for dear life. Seeing me
shivering slightly, she took me by the armpits and lifted me into a hug. I put
my arms around her neck and rested my head on her chest, closing my eyes and
feeling very secure.

"Sorry to leave you sleeping alone like that, cutie. I just figured it'd be
better not to surprise you too much. Natasha told me that you and her talked
for a bit but then you just sort of dozed off against the wall. I didn't want
to wake you so I thought I'd see if you could spend the night. I really did
call your parents and they said it was fine as long as there was someone over
the age of eighteen in the house. Since Natasha's nineteen, we're in the
clear. What I didn't tell them was that my parents are on a sabbatical for a
year in Africa ... but they don't need to know that. Anyway ... do you want to
do anything or do you just want to go back to bed?" she whispered into my ear,
holding me tightly to her, just standing in the middle of her room.

"I'm going to assume you also neglected to tell them that the only other
person in the house was also a girl and that you were my girlfriend?" I
replied, snuggling my face into her soft chest. Giggling, she nodded and
walked me over to the bed, lying down on her side. I was drifting off again
when she let me go and started to sit up. Puzzled, I looked up at her, asking
with my eyes what she was doing.

"I forgot to turn off the light," she said, slipping over me while facing me,
giving me a great view of her cleavage. I was starting to think that for her,
anything short of snow gear didn't cover more than seventy percent of her
chest area. Even her night gown was a low cut v-neck. As she walked to the
light switch which was right by the door, I slid closer to the wall so she
wouldn't have to climb over me again. When she flipped the switch, the room
was plunged into pitch blackness. I heard her walk back over to the bed and
felt her lie down. Putting out a hand, I tried to find her and succeeded but
only in finding something large and soft.

"That would be my right boob," she informed me softly, making me snatch my
hand back instantly.

"S-sorry ... " I mumbled, starting to curl up into the fetal position. Instead
of responding, Melanie's hand found me and she pulled me back to her, pressing
my chest into hers and wrapping her arm around me. She fumbled with something
for a second and then pulled a blanket over both of us, right up to my neck.
There was a very small amount of light which filtered in through the window
and in it, I could just make out the outline of her face as she moved it
towards me. Bringing my arms up, I put them around her neck and we kissed
again, missing each other the first time, my kiss ending up on her nose.
Suppressing laughter, we tried again and managed to make out lips meet. We
spent a while making out and then just laid there, holding each other. Well,
her holding me and me clinging to her. Very cautiously, she put one leg up and
over my waist and legs, starting to pull me in but obviously waiting for my
consent. I nodded and she pulled me up to her tightly, pressing me to her
warm, muscular, sexy body. Wrapped under a blanket and in the arms of the most
beautiful girl on earth, safe from her demonic sisters clutches for time
being, I hardly managed to get out an "I love you" before passing out
completely.

* * *

I awoke the following morning fairly late in the day. It was a clear day and
the sun had already risen quite a bit by the time I opened my eyes. It slanted
through the eastern window of Melanie's room, shining directly into my face. I
blinked a couple of times, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the suddenly
glaring light. Melanie was still lying in the bed with me, her arms wrapped
around me, holding me close to her body. I was facing away from her now but I
was snuggled up nice and close. I waited, dozing lightly as I enjoyed doing
when I didn't have to get up and sure enough, Melanie woke up shortly. Her
waking was signaled by a sudden tensing of most of her muscles, squeezing me
tightly against her and making me squeak. Whether she was already waking up or
the sound I made woke her, she opened her eyes and let me go.

"Good morning Melanie. Did you sleep well?" I asked, turning over and facing
her. I had already done a quick mental check to make sure we were both still
fully dressed. Apparently Melanie hadn't gone on another sleep stripping binge
because we were both wearing the same stuff we had gone to bed in.

"Very well. It's been a long time since I've had a teddy bear that was big
enough for me to actually be able to hold without losing track of and I've
never had one that gives off its own heat," she laughed, reaching out and
pulling me back to her. She leaned her head forward and gave me a quick good
morning kiss before pulling me on top of her and then sitting up. I laughed
and gave her a little push for handling me like a stuffed animal. Smiling, she
let me go, allowing me to get out of the bed.

After taking a moment to stretch and rub the sleep out of my eyes, I grabbed
my shirt from the floor and slipped it on, grimacing as I smelt it.

"Damn, I really need to take a shower when I get home," I said to myself,
thinking out loud is a did occasionally. I did it when I was alone most of the
time so I was surprised when Melanie answered, "You can take one here if you
want to." I did a double take, turning around slowly with a skeptical look on
my face.

"Jake, don't you even think of suggesting that I was thinking we could take
one together. You know me better than that," she chided giving me a little
push. I grinned and said I'd be more than happy to use their shower. The issue
of whether I should use the shower on the second or third floor came up but we
eventually decided it would be fine if I just did it where we were. As I
walked out of Melanie's room to go to the bathroom, closing the door behind
me, the door to the bathroom opened. Standing right in front of me, wearing
nothing but a bra and panties was Natasha. I was paralyzed with indecision and
fright not sure whether to try going back into Melanie's room or to start
crying for help.

"What, no good morning for poor little me?" Natasha pouted, a slight smile
touching her full, red lips in spite of her tone. "I guess since you're not
going to give me one, I'll give you one of my own." She kept her voice very
low as she said this, hardly loud enough for me to be able to hear her. There
was no way Melanie could have heard what she was saying through the thick,
solid door to her room. Leaning down, Natasha put one hand under my chin and
the other on the back of my head, pulling me into my second kiss that morning.
Once the kiss had been initiated, she took the hand away from my chin and used
it to press me into her body, straightening up and lifting me off the ground.
My hands were trapped between her arm and chest, making it impossible for me
to resist the kiss. I tried to keep my jaw firmly shut to keep her from making
the kiss anymore intimate but she somehow got it open using her tongue and
squeezing a certain place on my jawbone. Her tongue entered my mouth, writhing
erotically and denying me any sort of physical resistance. It was large enough
that she almost gagged me with it twice and I considered throwing up just to
get her to stop. I guess I was just too nice of a guy though and I just sat
there getting frenched half to death by my girlfriend's sister for a solid
minute. Finally, after what was far too long for it to be by any means
comfortable, Natasha let go of my head and then set me down on my feet again.
Before walking away and before I could move backwards or forwards again, she
quickly grabbed me, pulling me into a quick, tight hug, mashing my face into
her boobs like she had done yesterday. Letting me go, she winked at me and
turned, gliding back down the hall to one of the doors I hadn't gone through
yet. She opened it and went inside, shutting it again without looking back at
me.

I walked into the bathroom and after closing the door took a huge breath,
doing my best not to puke. I hopped up on the counter, turned on the faucet
and spent the next couple of minutes thoroughly washing my mouth out. Once
there was no taste of Natasha left in it, I spit several times and turned on
the shower, doing my best not to throw up. As hot as she was, now the very
taste, feel and memory of the intimate kiss Natasha had just bestowed on me
made me want to throw up.

"I hate her. I hate her, I hate her, I hate her," I mumbled to myself,
stepping into the giant shower. The water control lever was at my head level
and the shower head was a good ways above my up-stretched hands but the water
was hot and it felt good. Even though I have given myself a cloth bath last
night, I scrubbed my whole body with soap, removing any traces of oil or scent
from Natasha that might have been lingering. I kept the shower short, only
borrowing a bit of soap, shampoo and conditioner. I also borrowed the brush
that had some red hair in it, assuming that it was Melanie's and that she
wouldn't mind if I used it this once. Turning off the water, I got out of the
shower and opened the cabinet beside the sink. Inside there were several
towels stacked. I pulled one out and unfolded it. It was the size of a table
cloth and could wrap around me multiple times. Laughing to myself, I got dried
off and slid my clothes back on. Feeling clean and refreshed, I opened the
door a crack and peeked outside, making sure Natasha was no where to be seen.
Satisfied that she was either safely in her room or had gone on to do other
things, I opened the door all the way and stepped across the hall to Melanie's
room. Right as I was stepping inside, I heard a door towards the end of the
hall open and silently said a tiny prayer that I hadn't left the bathroom a
couple seconds later. As I closed Melanie's door, I heard heavy footsteps go
past it. If I had left the bathroom but three seconds later, Natasha would
have caught me again and probably gone ahead and raped me right then and
there.

"Good shower?" Melanie asked, looking up from her computer. She was working on
her sword again, doing minute detailing on the hilt now. I nodded and walked
over to the end of the bed, hopping up on the edge and flopping backwards.
"I'm going to go ahead and take a shower too. I'll be done in a bit," Melanie
said standing up and heading for the door. I almost said no, asked her to wait
and not leave me alone to contend with her sister but I managed to bit my
tongue. I had already reached the logical conclusion that she was totally
unaware of her sisters horridness and saying anything to that effect would
only lead to tension and disbelief making any further evidence provided less
credible. I listened as Melanie closed the door to her room and then went into
the bathroom. The water started running and it almost masked another noise
that passed very faintly on the edge of my hearing. I stepped to the window
and saw a large car with tinted windows pulling out of the dive way. I thought
I could just make out the giant frame of Natasha in the car.

Hardly believing my luck, I practically sprinted to the door, tore out into
the hall and went straight to her room. I took a couple of seconds to listen
and make sure that there wasn't any sound coming from inside. Reassured that
the room was empty, I opened the door. The room was about the same size as
Melanie's and very neat but the bookshelf wasn't there. Instead, there was a
much smaller book case and a large dresser against one wall. On the far wall
there was a bed that was as huge as Melanie's but it had darker sheets and
more pillows on it. There was a door that probably led to a closet on the left
wall along with a large trunk with a padlock on it. There was also a desk in
one corner that had various things on it, including a computer which was off.

Rubbing my hands together, I checked the padlock first. The whole thing must
have been a some kind of prop because it popped right open and all there was
inside was some dust and cobwebs. Shutting and relocking the chest, I moved
across the room to the dresser. I reached out and put my had on one of the
drawers, pausing for a second and then opening it. Inside was the largest
collection of the largest bras I had ever seen. They ranged from pink and
frilly to black and lacy to sports styled and back to light blue and lacy.
Unable to help myself, I pulled out the fanciest black one I could find and
turned around to hold it up to the light ... and heard something that sounded
like a camera clicking.

I dropped the bra like a hot rock and looked to the door. Standing there was
Natasha holding a tiny digital camera in her hands. She was smiling hugely and
shaking her head, looking down at the picture she had just taken. All I could
think was 'Oh fuck, run' and my body started to obey when I realized that the
only obvious entrance to the room was blocked by some eight feet of sadistic,
man abusing woman. I changed directions in a heart beat and opened the door
that I though was most likely a closet though now I found myself praying that
it wasn't. I was right though and all I could see was some clothes on hangers,
hanging from the walls on either side of the door. I was a couple steps in and
as I turned to see if I could somehow magically get past Natasha and out the
door a shadow blocked the light that was coming in from outside the room.
Natasha was standing in the doorway still wearing a bra but she had put on
some marginally larger pants. In her hands she was holding the black lacy bra
I had been looking at.

"Oh Jake ... you disappoint me. Going into a lady's room and looking at her
underwear. How perverted of you," she sighed, tossing the bra behind her. I
swallowed and took a step back, praying for the ground to open up and take me
down to hell right now. At least in hell they were straight forward about
their tortures. None of this sexual, immensely sexy and yet still repulsive
and sickening stuff.

"Look, I didn't mean any harm ... I was just," I started but Natasha silenced
me by throwing up a hand.

"I don't care what the fuck you were doing, you're in my room. Now I'm not a
mean person. I do have evidence of you playing with my underwear but I'm
willing to keep that picture to myself. Now normally I'd ask for perhaps a
month of service but since you're already keeping two little secrets for me,
I'll say that you have to serve me for as long as my dear little sister is in
the shower. However, if I catch you in here again, I will simply beat you
senseless, fuck you more senseless and then take lots of nice incriminating
pictures of you playing with my stuff. Got it?" she said, stepping into the
closet and reaching back to close the door. Scared witless I stupidly make a
break for it and was met by a solid mound of tit flesh being swung at me. The
impact actually lifted me off of my feet and dropped me to the floor. "Oh, and
try that again and I'll just smother you to death and make it look like an
accident," Natasha added, laughing.

The closet door closed and in the darkness, I felt a foot nudge me and then a
giant pair of slender hands picked me up. As I was being picked up, through
the whirl of panic and terror a though appeared in my head. She said I was
keeping two secrets for her. One of them was the whole incident yesterday at
the bottom of the stairs but what was the other one? I was just starting to
think about it when my face was roughly shoved into her chest. She then
proceeded to start pressing her tits together, crushing them around my head
and making me scream in agony into her chest. The scream was far too muffled
for Melanie to be able to hear it through the thick walls but it made Natasha
laugh.

"Oh, you boys are so cute when you scream and beg in agony like this. It's
funny though. I always got the impression that most guys like tits and would
like little more than to have a nice big pair shoved in their face. Maybe
you're gay ... or maybe you just prefer something besides the chest," she
laughed, pressing even harder. She turned and stepped to the wall, leaning
against it and crushing my head from all four sides. Very quickly, I could
feel myself slipping away from reality and I started flailing and struggling
desperately to get free. Right as I was starting to lose it completely and my
struggles became practically non-existent, I was released. I slid to the
floor, coughing and doing my best not to sob or puke from fright and lack of
oxygen. I could see little motes of color swimming in front of my eyes. I
started to curl into the fetal position when Natasha grabbed me again. I was
about to scream when my face was slammed into her crotch. The scream became a
muffled mumble that excited another laugh from her.

"Now that just tickled. Careful though. If you make me laugh too much I might
accidentally crush your head between my thighs," she laughed, spinning and
throwing me face up on the floor. I landed hard on my back, winded and was
further winded as she dropped her whole body on me ... or so if felt like. It
occurred to me that she probably weighed closed to what Melanie did so she
couldn't have been dropping on me completely or I'd have been dead. She landed
with her legs at my head, my feet barely protruding beyond her massive chest.

"Natasha, please no ... " I started to cry but I was cut short as she grabbed
my feet and yanked me forward, slamming my head right into her crotch. My face
was buried in her ass and her long, muscled legs were firmly wrapped around my
head, my body trapped under hers. Hooking her feet together, she started to
squeeze, exerting excruciating pressure on my head. I screamed at the top of
my lungs as she started to crush the life out of me but all that came out was
a muffled squeal, drawing a laugh and a series of life threatening spasms from
her. Cut off from air and now from blood supply to my head, I started slipping
away again and without thinking, I did the only thing I could do at that
point. I bit her, as hard as I could, right in the ass. Then I learned
something very important about amazons. Biting them does NOT work in the
slightest.

Natasha released me just enough so I could hear her say, "You feral little son
of a bitch! I'm so tempted to just kill you right here!" She opened her legs
and slammed them together, locking them and lifting up her pelvis before
slamming it into my chest. I heard my ribs creak and she probably did too
because she didn't do it again. Once was enough though. Between the smashing,
bashing, smothering and squeezing she had crushed the fight out of me. I lay
completely still for a minute and then squirmed weakly. As I did, she crushed
my head the hardest yet and held me in a vice grip, crushing my face between
her powerful thighs and ass cheeks until I passed out.

The last though that went through my head before I was completely out was, "At
least this time she's not wearing that damn perfume oil." It's funny when you
think when you're pretty sure you're about to die.

Chapter 14: Initiation of Retaliation

A very cold feeling snapped me back into the conscious world. My eyes flew
open and took in blinding white. Summoning all of my willpower, I put my hands
on the freezing ground and pushed myself to my feet, my body screaming in
agony as I did. I felt bruised and broken, much worse than last time Natasha
had had a go at me. I took a couple staggering steps before I came into
contact with something wooden and cold. Looking up at it, I saw that I had run
into the front door. Looking back to where I had just come from, I could see
that I had been thrown out of the house and into the snow where I had clearly
rolled for several feet before coming to a stop. I was freezing cold, quite
hypothermic and I could hardly manage to grip the door handle enough to turn
it and open the door.

I stumbled inside into the blessed warmth of the house. Stopping for a second,
I could still hear the water running far up in the house meaning Melanie was
still in the shower. I had just started to relax and look for a source of heat
when I remembered Natasha's words. I was hers until the shower was turned off.
Suddenly struck with terror, I began looking for a place to hide. If I could
stay out of sight until the shower went off perhaps I could avoid Natasha's
sadistic clutches and tortures that she seemed to enjoy inflicting so.

Stumbling and shaking with cold, I proceeded to look for a nice warm place
where I could curl up out of sight and out of the way. Going to a closet, I
opened it and to my great joy, it was a coat closet with a bunch of stuff on a
high shelf at the top of the closet. Still shivering, I reached up and hoisted
myself into the little space, burying into the jackets and curling up, trying
to conserve the meager amount of warmth that I still had in my body. I could
easily hear the water running through the pipes in the house which meant that
I would know when Melanie's shower was over with. In the warm darkness, I
closed my eyes and shivered, praying for my own safety and for the possibility
that I could expose Melanie or at least get away fro Natasha for good.

It must have been a while since I had been literally thrown out of the house
because within a couple of minutes the sound of running water shut off and
after another couple of minutes there was a slam as Melanie opened the door of
the bathroom and went into her own room. Giving it a tiny bit more time, I
managed to extract myself from the closet without breaking anything and
sprinted up the stairs, heading for Melanie's room with the single mindedness
of a boy whose life is threatened.

Arriving at Melanie's door, I knocked. A couple of seconds later, Melanie
opened the door and let me in. I did my best to look natural but she noted
something was wrong. I couldn't help shivering occasionally and I would
imagine that my face looked somewhat off colored. However, I had to keep what
had happened to myself, least Natasha decide I had violated our forced
agreement and show her sister the incriminating picture of me she had taken. I
still couldn't believe how stupid I had been in not checking that Natasha had
really left the house before going into her room.

"What were you doing while I was in the shower, streaking?" Melanie asked me,
fluffing out her long red hair with her hands. Acting casual and amused, I
quickly fabricated a story of me going outside because it looked like there
was something in the snow. I told her that I had fallen over and ended up
rolling down the sloped hill that fell away behind her house. I hadn't been
wearing any of my snow stuff because I wasn't planning to actually go anywhere
so I had gotten quite cold in the fall. Shaking her head at my clumsiness,
Melanie pulled me into a warm embrace till I stopped shivering and could start
producing my own body heat again.

"I need to eat some breakfast and I'd imagine that you're probably pretty
hungry yourself," Melanie commented after I was warmed up.

"Yeah, I could go for some food at the moment," I said, feeling a gnawing
sense of hunger in the pit of my stomach. Once again safe with Melanie, we
proceeded downstairs to the kitchen. Melanie opened the fridge and rooted
around in it for a bit before pulling out some meat and cheese. She then
opened a drawer beside the refrigerator and pulled out a loaf of bread. With
deft efficiency she cut the loaf in half lengthwise with a knife, sliced
enough cheese to be able to cover the whole loaf, spread the meat out over it
and the heated the whole thing up in the oven, toasting it thoroughly. Slowly,
the mouthwatering aroma of roasting meat and melting cheese filled the
kitchen. Pulling the now cooked sandwich out, Melanie cut off a quarter of the
loaf and handed it to me, keeping the rest of it for herself. We didn't even
bother sitting down to eat and instead just munched away right there in the
kitchen.

As we ate, I tried to figure out a way to get us out of the hose for the rest
of the day and hopefully for long enough that I could actually do some real
planning. I needed some time alone to think about how I was going to bring
Natasha down. As much as I love having Melanie around, she was just too
distracting for me to be able to think clearly and to actually focus on
whatever task was at hand. The planning could wait though. Even though it was
still cold, it was warmer today and the snow had started to melt meaning that
I would probably have school tomorrow. In spite of the sun which had been
shining earlier in the morning, already dark clouds had rolled over the sky.
While Melanie and I finished breakfast, slowly rain started to fall. I looked
out the window sadly, watching the snow begin to disappear under the falling
water.

"Looks like an inside day," I sighed, taking a second to wash my hands. Though
I had only had one fourth of the amount of food that Melanie had she was
taking her last bite as I turned around from the sink. I was about to say
something else when Natasha came gliding into the room, silently as a ghost. I
couldn't believe that someone so big and heavy could be so silent all the
time.

"I'm headed to work, Mel. Make sure you do your assignments before six today,"
she called as she strode out the door, not casting me so much as a glance. She
was ridiculous. Less than half an hour ago, she had been a domineering
mistress brutally crushing and smothering me in highly sexual manners and now
she was once again Melanie's sweet older sister, completely innocent and nice.
I felt my fists clench along with my jaw as rage seethed through my veins. I
would bring her down if it killed me. Although Melanie said I was the only
person who she had ever really liked, meaning I was probably the only person
she had ever brought over to her house, I was sure that Natasha, with her
unbelievably charming personality had detained more than one man over however
long she had had this sick sadist fetish for. She had obviously practiced with
the whole domination thing because everything she had done had been executed
perfectly, never so much that I passed out right away but never so little that
it was in any way pleasant.

"Jake? Hey Jake, are you okay?" Melanie asked me, putting a hand on my
shoulder. Unclenching my hands and jaw with some effort, I nodded and did my
best to smile. Melanie didn't look convinced but decided not to press it
further.

"Um ... since it's raining ... well, do you mind if I go ahead and get my
homework out of the way? It should take me an hour at most," she said, pausing
for a second, probably thinking about what she had to do.

"Go ahead. I've got a bit of stuff I should do as well so we can both do our
work at the same time and get it out of the way," I replied, really smiling
this time. This was exactly the opportunity I needed. Now Natasha was out of
the house for sure and Melanie would be occupied so her attention wouldn't be
on me, meaning that I could have some uninterrupted snooping time. I would
still have to be careful. I couldn't afford to have Melanie suspecting
anything was amiss, least she confront Natasha and have the photo shown to
her. That was the first thing I would need to look for. If I could find the
photo and make sure that Natasha didn't have some kind of back up drive on
which she had put it, I could easily erase that frustrating piece of evidence.

Melanie and I headed upstairs, going back to her room. When we got there she
opened a drawer in her desk and pulled out some paper along with a book of
pre-calculus mathematics.

"I just need to read through one of these sections and then do some of the
problems to demonstrate that I understand the concepts and all that well
enough. I guess you can do whatever you want. If you want to work in here with
me, that's fine just try not to let me distract myself if you do," Melanie
said, opening the book and flipping through till she got to the page she was
looking for.

"I need to get a bit of sketching done and there was a view from the window at
the top of the landing that I really wanted to see if I could draw," I lied,
feeling a twinge of guilt as I did so. I had gotten slightly better at telling
lies to Melanie and for once she was either distracted enough or it was a good
enough lie that she didn't seem to pick up on it. She just nodded and then
beckoned me over to her. Stepping over to her chair, I waited for her to do
whatever she was going to do. Spinning, she reached out and pulled me into her
lap, crushing me to her and tilting my head up so she could give me a kiss. I
put my arms around her neck, savoring the taste. Parting, she smiled. "Okay,
I'm sated for the next hour hopefully. Go get your sketching done," she
sighed, turning back to her math.

Smiling sadly at her from behind her back I turned and left the room,
carefully shutting the door behind me. It seemed so odd now that a girl as big
and strong as her was still so nave sometimes. I couldn't blame her though.
It was her sister who was almost like a parents as well to her, with her
parents being gone in Africa and all that. Shaking my head, I walked first
downstairs and check around the whole house that Natasha really was gone.
Satisfied that she had indeed finally left completely I went back up to the
third level and strode boldly down to her door. It was closed and I paused
briefly outside it, lying down on the floor and trying to see under the crack.
From what I could tell there was nothing inside that wasn't inanimate. I
opened the door quietly and stepped back into the demon's lair.

Her room was the same as it had been an hour ago, not surprisingly. I set
about looking for her camera, searching on top of the dresser and on the desk.
Finally, digging through the drawers of her desk, being very careful and
leaving everything the way it was, I found the camera. When I picked it up I
realized that it wasn't really tiny, it had just looked that way in her
massive hands. I turned it on and turned the small dial on it to the picture
review mode. There were three pictures on the camera according to the little
readout in the top left corner of the display screen. The first one was the
very clear picture of me holding the bra. Taking a deep breath and steadying
myself I deleted the picture. Even though I was pretty sure it was already
backed up onto her computer, just having the picture off of the camera was a
huge relief. I closed my eyes and smiled. Opening them again I looked down at
the display again and nearly screamed.

The picture was one of me on the swing that hung from the huge tree that I
went past on my normal route up to the top of the mountain. I hadn't been to
that swing in a long time and I looked a good bit younger. If I had to guess,
I would have said the picture had been taken over six months ago. My pulse
sped up and I felt bile rise in the back of my throat. Natasha had been
watching me all this time and I had never noticed. I suddenly felt exceedingly
paranoid and couldn't help but look over my shoulder. Shuddering, I pressed
the button that would bring up the next picture and when I looked at that one
I almost swore aloud.

Somehow, when Natasha had tortured me the first time, she had gotten a picture
of me when I had my arms around her neck and my face smashed into her chest.
The way the picture had been taken it looked like I had thrown myself at her
and grabbed onto her. That was why she had wanted me to do that. Clenching and
unclenching my jaw, I quickly deleted that picture as well. I had already
deleted one of the picture so there was no chance of her not noticing that I
had been tampering with her stuff. I left the last picture on there though.
I'm still not sure why I did that but it may have been a taunt, saying that I
knew she was watching me now. I put the camera back in the desk exactly where
I had found it and closed the drawer quietly. Then I turned my attention to
the computer which sat humming away on the desk.

Sitting down in the oversized chair and raising it up, I reached forward and
turned on the screen. On the desktop was the normal windows display, a green
grassy hill with a blue sky behind it. I scanned over the documents on her
desktop and then selected the one titled "My Computer." Scrolling through it,
I chose the pictures file and opened it as well. However, as I looked through
the pictures that she had there, there was nothing out of the ordinary. There
were some pictures of the forest and the like but nothing of me, nothing
incriminating, nothing like that. Frowning, I closed the windows and sat back,
thinking hard. I needed to find the pictures somehow and I didn't have time to
go digging through all of her folders. Judging by all that she had done so
far, Natasha wouldn't have been stupid enough to name the folder Jake or
anything else I would guess and I was pretty sure she probably had it hidden
in a file maze.

After a couple more minutes it came to me. I opened her drawer again and
pulled out her camera. Right underneath it was a cord. I took out the cord and
examined the two plugs it had on either end. One end was a normal USB head and
the other one fit right into the camera. Grinning, I plugged the camera into
the computer and turned it on. The computer read the picture and asked me if I
would like to import it. I was exceedingly glad that something had possessed
me to leave that picture on her camera now. I clicked yes and after a second
of processing, the computer said that the file already existed. It even gave
the exactly location of the existing copy.

Going back to my computer, I opened it up and proceeded to follow the
elaborate maze Natasha had set up. When I got to the subfolder before the one
which the picture was in I paused for a second, bracing myself and preparing
mentally for whatever was to come. Nothing could have prepared me for just
what I was about to see.

* * *

I stared in utter horror at the screen as it loaded the pictures in the
folder. Every single picture in there was of me, starting with the one which
was on the camera. That must have been the first picture she had taken but I
watched as the little scroll bar on the side of the window got longer and
longer as more of the pictures loaded. Before I could lose myself in the
pictures and the terror I managed to remember to unplug the camera and put it
back with the cord under it, just the way I had found it. Once that was done I
went back to the photos. Swallowing dryly I checked how many items there were
in the folder. The computer proudly claimed 17,732 pictures and one word
document. Jumping to the bottom of the page, I found the word document and
opened it. Inside it, written this, word for word. "I will make you my own, my
toy, my slave, my boyfriend, my forced lover, my servant and never my friend.
You will belong to me, body, mind and soul. I will have you Jake, no matter
who or what gets in my way."

My mouth as completely dry with fear, panic rising in my throat. There was no
doubt that Natasha had planned practically all of this. I wouldn't have put it
past her to have planned the whole meeting between me and Melanie under the
tree in the first place. Fumbling inside of my pocket, I pulled out a USB
flash drive and after a few tries managed to get it into one of the USB ports.
Opening it, I copied the pictures and transferred them into it. A little
notice popped up saying it would take about five minutes. As I watched the
pictures appearing rapidly in my little flash drive I felt my fear start
turning to anger. This whole time she had been manipulating me and
manipulating her sister like little pawns in a sick game. Everything that
Melanie and I had had been orchestrated by Natasha to get me into her house
where she could do as she pleased with me. The only thing that didn't click
was why she had bothered to get Melanie involved instead of simply attacking
and abusing me in the forest as she could have done at any given moment.

Feeling a now seething rage building in my veins, I stood up, pacing around
her large room as I waited for the pictures to copy. I walked to the dressed
and opened it again like I had done last time I was in her room. There were
all of her bras, unbelievably huge and sturdy. I lifted out the white one
which she had been wearing when she tortured me the first time and lifted it
to my face, smelling it. It still reeked of the oil and of her, as though she
hadn't washed it before putting it away. Gagging, I carefully put it back and
closed the drawer. I went through the rest of the drawers in the dresser but
found nothing other than exceedingly large clothes. A small ding from the
computer signaled to me that the pictures had finished copying. I walked back
over to the computer and unplugged my USB drive. It was a top of the market,
absolutely huge one and all of the pictures didn't even fill it up half way.
There were some benefits to having a dad who worked in computers. Closing up
all of the files and everything else I had opened, I then preformed a trick
which most people don't know how to do. After checking to make sure I had
backed up the password in a manner which would allow me to log the computer
back in, I restarted it. As the computer shut off and then hummed to life
again, I brought up the boot setup screen and from there switched a couple of
settings that allowed me to slip in a backdoor to the system. That would give
me access to everything on the computer at any time I wanted and there was no
way that Natasha would find in unless she could hack very well. Then I entered
one of the menus and proceeded to reset the system back to the way it had been
fifteen minutes ago, just before I came into the room and started to mess with
Natasha's stuff. After several more minutes of undoing various little things,
the computer booted up the rest of the way and asked me for the password. I
plugged my USB drive in and a little program on it ran, extracted the password
from the computer and put it in for me. The system booted up without a catch
and after turning off the screen, I exited the room, having removed all traces
of me ever having touched the computer. After a moments hesitation, I quickly
went back, plugged in her camera and my flash drive. I transferred the
pictures back onto her camera but I attached a little something to them so
that when she tried to take those two specific files and copy them onto her
hard disk, they would be deleted from the camera and from her computer. I had
a number of different viruses on my flash drive both benign and malignant that
I could use to do almost anything from deleting certain items to crashing an
entire software system. Smiling, I put everything back and after turning off
the screen, walked away, silently thanking whoever had figured out how to
program item specific viruses.

Chapter 15:

Feeling quite a bit better about the little predicament that had developed
over the last day, I went back to the top of the landing and sat down, staring
idly out the window. Pulling out my sketch pad I started to make a rough
sketch of the scene that I could see from the window. It was actually a very
interesting view, the way the odd shape of the semi-circle window cut off the
trees. Forgetting everything else I because absorbed in the process, working
my way up from the very rough sketches through various levels of fineness,
slowly adding in shape, size, shading and details. I had just finished adding
the shading to one half of the whole picture when I heard a door open behind
me.

"Done with your math?" I asked, turning my head away from my work so I could
look at Melanie. She was standing in her doorway, leaning against the frame
and looking at me.

"Yeah. I actually finished a while ago but when I looked out here the first
time you were so absorbed in your work that you didn't notice me," she said,
pushing away from the doorframe and coming over to sit by me on the top of the
steps. "Mind if I take a look at what you've drawn?" I shrugged and handed the
sketch pad over to her. I don't understand people who will never let people
see their work till it's finished. As she looked at it I leaned against her,
resting against her side. She slid an arm around me, holding me lightly to
her. After a bit she set down the drawing but I made no move to take it back
and she made no move to get up. Both of us just sat and stared out at the
rain, listening as it pattered gently against the roof of the house.

"I think this is going to be a thoroughly unproductive day," I commented after
a while. I was finding that I had to fight to keep my eyelids from drooping
and my head kept trying to fall forward making me jerk slightly. I didn't
normally feel this way, only when I hadn't slept for at least thirty six hours
or I had averaged less than four hours of sleep a night for over a week. I was
worn out already, somewhat mentally and physically with aches and pains
showing up all over my body now from Natasha's morning abuse of me. I
shuddered slightly thinking of the things she had done to me and the ease with
which she had done them. Probably mistaking my shiver for cold Melanie pulled
me a bit closer and rubbed my arm gently.

"The rain makes me feel drowsy, kind of hypnotized, you know?" Melanie said,
shaking herself a bit, probably to try and wake up. I got the feeling that
neither of us was going to last until it got dark before falling asleep. As
much fun as the camping had been it had taken a lot out of both of us and we
were paying for that now.

"I think that perhaps a nap is in order seeing as we didn't get a ton of sleep
on the camping trip and considering the fact that last night wasn't exactly
the most restful of nights for you either I'm guessing," I said. Melanie
nodded lazily in agreement and we got up and went back to her room. I glanced
at the clock before following her over to the bed. It was only eleven in the
morning. Not being one for naps, I figured I'd wake up in about two hours at
most which would hopefully be before Natasha got home. I would need to go home
myself sometime today because I was going to be having school the next day
with all of the snow being washed away by the rain.

As we laid down on the bed Melanie pulled me into her arms and without
bothering to pull the blanket over ourselves, we both just closed our eyes and
started to drop off. The quiet tapping of the rain on the window and roof
coupled with our shared warmth and the slow in and out rhythm of our breathing
created a lovely audible and physical lullaby that had us both slipping under
within seconds. As the fog of sleep started to blot out various parts of my
mind I found myself thinking of what I had done on Natasha's computer. Of
course she would suspect me but she had no proof that I had actually done
anything and the virus would remove some other things that were of little
importance but that would most likely be noticed so she couldn't say that it
had targeted only those pictures. Still, I didn't want to be any closer to her
than I had to be because I already knew that she didn't need a reason to hurt
me other than the fact that I was there and I was small and weak and
apparently she had an obsession with me. With all this dancing a merry jig in
my head, I slipped all the way under, relaxing into Melanie's warm arms with a
comfortable sigh.

[kruckan]

Holy damn! This was a super AMAZING story i have never read or heard of befor! i have read about sally previously and though to go through it again. But i found this gem on the other side. I tryed to find the original and se if it had continued, however i found the auther but only the post of the first 3 chapters. someone called "wabitgirl" on minigiantesscenter . activeboard. A great find and super nice to share the story.