[pseudoclever]

Chapter Seven


Kristen's lips were velvety soft, warm and just a little wet. She opened her mouth slightly, adding just the right amount of tongue. In the midst of our kiss she took a step forward. She was too big, too strong ? I had no choice but to move with her. Kristen continued to walk, forcing me to retreat in the face of her advance, and soon I felt my back hit the door. She smiled wickedly, looking down into my eyes with an ultra-confident expression that I had never seen her wear before. ?Now then, I remember you saying that what you really wanted was a girl who was taller than you. A girl who could push you up against the wall....? She moved forward again, and pressing her body hard against mine, pinning me. ?And really take control.?

There was a moment of involuntary panic as my brain cried out against the eons-old threat of being trapped by a larger predator. I fought to remind myself that this was all in fun, and that the last thing Kristen would ever do was hurt me. Within the space of a heartbeat my rational mind was back in control, and I could fully enjoy the experience of my greatest fantasy becoming reality.

Kristen took hold of my wrists, and with a gentle but inexorable force she pulled my hands above my head, and held them there. Again she gave me that sexy, condescending smirk, the one that said, ?I'm in complete control of you right now, there's nothing you can do about it, and I know you love it.? She began to alternately bend and straighten her knees while softly pressing her body against me. I could feel her pillowy breasts tracing a path from my stomach, over my chest and shoulders and coming as high as the base of my jaw as she stood up to her full height. With every pass her stomach and the creamy flesh of her inner thigh were brushing up against my manhood, her touch as light as a feather. Every inch of her was silky smooth and still warm from the shower. The scent of her damp hair and the flowery aroma of her Irish Spring soap were making my head swim. I let out a soft moan ? this was heaven!

After a few minutes of this she had me really worked up. It felt amazing, but her light, ethereal touch was getting me so flustered that I felt like I might cry. I needed some real stimulation, and soon! Kristen watched the emotions play across my face, still wearing that smirk of hers, and it became clear to me that she knew exactly what she was doing. Sure enough, just before her teasing became unbearable I felt one of her hands release my wrists and begin to snake its way down my side. She reached down and took hold of my aching cock, gripping me between her thumb and forefinger. Kristen stroked me around my tip, as gently as she could, and I groaned in frustration.

?Are you ready, baby?? she whispered, her voice sending shivers down my spine.

?Yes!?

?Tell me.?

?I'm ready Kristen, don't tease me any more.?

She gave me a quick little squeeze, making my knees buckle. ?Can you ask nicely??

?Please, oh god please honey....?

I saw a twinkle of glee in her eye, and at last her long fingers wrapped around me. I sighed in contentment, resting my hands on her hips to steady myself as she started to pump my length in her hand. Kristen pressed my cock against my stomach with the flat of her palm, and brought her fingertips down to fondle my balls. My cry was ear-splittingly loud, and I couldn't have prevented it no matter how hard I had tried.

?What do you think? Now that you finally get to be with a girl who's taller than you? Is it everything you thought it would be?? My voice didn't seem to be working, and I could only nod in agreement. She kissed me and then, giving me one last stroke from top to bottom, released me. Kristen took a step away, placing her hands behind her back and grinning at me impishly.

?Aww, really? You're STILL playing this game?? I asked, trying not to pout. Looking at her, I was also disappointed to notice that she hadn't grown any bigger since out encounter had began. That last thought brought me up short ? she was already six foot eight, taller than the vast majority of women on the planet, and far stronger than me. And still, some irrational part of me wanted more.

?Are you questioning me?? she replied, putting her hands on her hips and doing her best to look stern and intimidating. Unfortunately, I knew her too well. Kristen is one of the most gentle girls I've ever met. She's the type of person who will talk to you all night on the phone if you're going through a tough time, or come pick you up if you need a ride at four in the morning, no questions asked. That being said, I decided not to ruin her fun.

?Um...no. Of course not. But ah...it's a little...exasperating,? I mumbled, cowering a little and doing my best not to smile.

It was hard to tell whether she actually thought I was afraid or was just playing my part. In either case, her expression softened, and she looked down at me kindly. ?Don't worry honey, you don't have to be scared of me. In fact, if you play your cards right, I might make you feel very, very good. But right now, I need you to do something for me. Go into the bedroom, lie down on the bed, and wait for me. Face down. On top of the covers. Oh, and Justin....? She looked me dead in the eye, and I felt a little surge of dread. ?Don't even think about putting on any clothes.?