The World was Her Stage Ch. 01-03

Hello! This is my new femdom romance series! There may be some scenes that are a bit uncomfortable. However, much like my femdom series, Nice Guys Finish Last, this story will have on overarching romantic theme to it.

If you were a fan of that series, I urge you to give this series a try! I will post chapters as the final drafts become ready! I hope you enjoy the ride!

All characters are eighteen and older.

Prologue

Have we met before?

*A soft feminine voice...*

My memory wasn't the best, but I'll always remember that Saturday afternoon. Though the shop was surprisingly empty, the pleasant coffee aroma filled the room as I prepared the incoming online orders.

I worked all the espresso machines vigorously, like any other day. However, a little sigh escaped me as I looked toward the future, feeling as if I were missing something...

"So, are you excited?"

Glancing to my left, I noticed a big cheesy grin on my manager's face. "Excited?" I asked. "Excited about what, exactly?"

"About getting married, silly!"

"Oh, right... That..."

"You haven't really talked about it since getting engaged. I thought this would be a bigger deal for you."

I looked on and tried to fake a smile, but I was sure my body language expressed my true feelings. It wasn't that I didn't want to get married; everything just happened so fast, and I simply said yes because I felt like it was what I was supposed to do.

Though something felt off, I couldn't really figure out why I was incapable of being excited. It was like something was holding me back from truly experiencing happiness. For as long as I could remember, it felt like I was just going through the motions... hoping to finally discover a breakthrough...

Somehow... some way... I felt something was missing from my life... But as I stood there behind the counter, working at the coffee shop like I always did, I just kept my body moving while my brain somehow felt trapped in the same position.

That's when I heard a voice... a voice that called out my name...

It was a soft and tender voice, almost like it was trembling... And what caught me most off guard was that it called me by my real first name, not my nickname...

I kind of liked it...

As I turned my body, my eyes immediately met his... I couldn't describe it, but there was something so familiar about those eyes... something comforting almost...

Standing there was a young man, maybe about my age. He was pretty short and small in stature.

I hadn't seen him at the store before, but he was practically shaking as he stared at me. His lips moved as if he had something to say... but he just couldn't get the words out...

"May I help you?" I asked, hoping not only to break the silence, but to learn why I felt such comfort gazing into his eyes. "Do you have an order...?"

He stared at me for what felt like an eternity, eventually shaking his head. There was something about the look on his face; I couldn't tell if he was sad... or possibly even happy... It somehow felt as if we knew each other in a past life...

In a way, I was just as nervous to talk to him as he apparently was to talk to me. However, I was eager to discover more of this feeling that was in my heart... whether it be good or bad... so I built up the courage and asked, "I'm sorry but...

"... have we met before?"

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Chapter 1

Kevin Baker

As I was passing by all the construction along the way to my school, I couldn't help but think about how drastically the city was changing. Not so long before, it was nothing but a small town with just a couple thousand residents. But now, as bigger companies began to buy up land, more and more families were moving in for work.

It started with one construction site, but then there was another, and another, and another. Now, even after a few businesses had already moved in, there were still areas being built up with no end in sight. I started to wonder if one day the city would be completely unrecognizable to the original residents who lived there.

Even my school was beginning to change. It used to be that when people moved in from bigger cities, their kids would try to remain at their old schools for as long as possible since we didn't have the resources they did. Nowadays, with so many jobs opening out here, we were starting to see some new students at my high school because their parents had moved in from so far away.

Word had it that there would be a new girl starting in my class that day. It was an odd event, considering she would be a senior. The idea of uprooting her entire life less than a year before graduating didn't seem ideal. I didn't know anything about her yet, but still, I already felt pretty bad for her.

Another reason not to envy her situation was the environment she'd be walking into. With my school being so small, my classmates could be a pretty tight-knit bunch. They tended not to be so friendly to outsiders.

I didn't really understand why, but I was almost excited when I learned that the new student was a girl. I suppose I secretly hoped she would be someone I'd be interested in. Going out with someone that grew up in my town just felt odd. It would have felt like dating my sister or something.

Speaking of sisters, my older sister, Claire, graduated the previous year. She often made me go with her to social events, such as her softball games. Once she graduated, I became even less outgoing with my peers, until they all started seeing me as a loner.

As I reached the steps of my school, I took a moment to glance back at all the construction I could see off into the distance. Although the times were changing, I was still the same old boring Kevin who wasn't passionate about anything.

It was ridiculous to think some girl was going to move to my school and become my soulmate. Hell, the concept of soulmates in general made me roll my eyes.

I always viewed myself as a guy who would eventually find the woman he'd marry in college. However, I envied those who could have a frivolous time experimenting with random girls. Also, the concept of a fuck-buddy, for lack of a better word, was silly to me, but I always thought it would be good practice before eventually meeting the woman you're supposed to please for the rest of your life.

With a deep breath, I whispered to myself, "The times are changing indeed."

I then took my gaze away from the horizon and entered the school. I even smacked myself on the forehead for having such silly thoughts that I might be attracted to this new girl. And also, the idea that she would ever want to become intimate with me was completely far-fetched.

Oddly enough, I wasn't able to take my mind off of this mystery girl as I made my way towards my classroom. As I began to wonder about her personality and appearance, I asked myself, What does my ideal woman even look like anyway?

There were plenty of women I was attracted to. However, the concept of finding "the one" was just so far away from me that I couldn't put my finger on what I even liked most. Instead, I decided to focus on the qualities that were most common in all the women I had fantasized about... on the internet...

If I could have built the perfect woman, she would have been beautiful, of course. I would have wanted her to have long and luscious blonde hair. And as far as her eyes, I wouldn't care what color they were as long as they were captivating...

As misogynistic is this may sound, I would have also have liked her to be pretty weak and submissive. The idea of a woman relying on me was something that turned me on. It wasn't that I was going to take advantage of her or anything. I just wanted to be the one to protect her, and make sure she was always okay...

But speaking of protecting her... she would have to be pretty short, because I myself only stood five foot seven. And though I didn't consider myself a weakling or anything, I wouldn't feel like much of a protector for her if she were bigger than me, so I preferred her to be pretty scrawny.

These were all such silly thoughts circulating in my mind as I made my way towards my classroom. I quickly had a laugh before entering, and attempted to shake off whatever preconceived notions I had about this new student.

We'll just see what happens, I said to myself as I approached the door. Then, once again thinking about the daunting task of moving to a new school so late in her high school career, I genuinely thought to myself, I just hope she enjoys being here...

To my surprise, as I cleared the door and entered the room, my eyes immediately noticed the new student, who had already taken a seat in the front corner of our class. I paused when I caught a glimpse of her, and I probably stared at her for longer than I should have. However, it took me a moment to break away... because she was kind of pretty...

Something about her uniform seemed a bit off, but I could tell she wasn't fat. I was also standing pretty far from her, so I couldn't get a good glimpse of her eyes, even though she was wearing glasses. She at least had pretty blonde hair, though it was tied up so tightly that I couldn't tell how long it was.

Unfortunately, I ended up staring at her for too long, because she eventually noticed. Now looking up at me, I could see her blue eyes behind her glasses... They were pretty... but it was her smile that now had me captivated.

"Hi," she said with a soft voice, showing just a bit of timidity.

Hearing her nervous voice gave me confidence to speak to her for some reason. She was probably eager to make friends, so I quickly snapped myself out of my frozen state and introduced myself.

"Oh... hello! You must be the new student... My name is Kevin Baker... What's your name?"

The smile on her face grew just a bit larger as a look of relief came over her. She then started to introduce herself. "My name is..."

Unfortunately, before I could get her name, our teacher came in and ordered everyone to take their seats. I gave the new girl a worried look, almost as if I would never get to talk to her again. It was so silly in the moment, but I guess I just really enjoyed talking to her, even though I knew nothing about her personality.

As I took my seat, I could hear some snickering going on behind me from my classmates. I wasn't sure exactly what they were saying, but they seemed to be making fun of someone, and if I had to guess, it must have been the new girl.

What could they possibly not like about her already? I wondered as I looked at the new girl from behind. They aren't the most welcoming to begin with, but she hasn't even had a chance to make an impression yet.

The longer I stared at the blonde girl, the more I pondered if she could be a good fit for me. I didn't consider her drop-dead gorgeous or anything, but she had the color eyes and hair that I liked... And her quiet and timid composure gave me an inkling that she needed someone to protect her...

That idea would soon be flipped on its head when the teacher asked her to introduce herself.

As she stood up and walked to the front, it became apparent why my classmates had already formed an opinion about her. She was tall... like freakishly tall... and her body looked even weirder now that I could see her from head to toe...

Unable to make eye-contact, she kept her head down as she introduced herself.

"My name is Nicole Astley," she said with that same unconfident voice she greeted me with. "My dad got a job here recently... and I chose to move with him instead of finishing high school back home..."

My teacher hadn't allowed any questions yet, but still they came in as soon as she had finished introducing herself.

"Why didn't you want to finish at your last school?"

"How tall are you, exactly?"

"Why does your uniform look so weird?"

Those were the questions that came in from my rude classmates. Surprisingly, though I didn't think she had the courage to  face such confrontational behavior, she finally looked up and made eye-contact... with me only... before addressing the questions one by one...

"I'm... six-one... maybe six-two... I'm not sure... It's been a while since I measured myself..."

There goes any chance I ever had of protecting her, I thought to myself, picturing how colossally huge she would look if I stood right next to her. Then, staring at her body, I continued disqualifying her as a match for me. I guess she's not my type anyway...

"It's kind of hard to find clothes that fit right on me because of my height, especially uniforms..." she further explained, still looking at me only. "Oh, and about leaving my old school... I'd rather keep that private for now..."

Of course, answering a bunch of rude teenagers that she didn't want to talk about something only made them want to know more. They so inconsiderately pestered her for more information, pushing her further back into her shell. However, she once again looked at me, almost as if I were providing her some sort of comfort.

Eventually, the teacher stepped in and prevented things from going any further. Nicole was then able to take her seat, and the rest of the students would have to hold their questions at least until lecture was over.

Class went on smoothly, and things started to feel back to normal again. However, for some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about the look in her eyes as she gazed upon me amongst all the heartache.

Perhaps I did offer her some sort of comfort. Something about it made me feel good about myself... It was like I somehow managed to protect her in a way... even though she was still a good five inches taller than me, at least.

Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to speak to Nicole after the lecture, since she simply got up and walked out pretty quickly. It would have been nice to ask her why she kept looking at me, but I may not have been brave enough to ask her something so direct anyway. And also, it was probably best for her to leave immediately, since she didn't have to deal with my classmates either.

I noticed her at lunch, but she didn't seem to be sitting with anyone. Unfortunately, I wasn't brave enough to ask her if she wanted my company. Instead, I just ate with the normal group that I always sat with during lunch, even though I never really talked to them unless they talked first.

Honestly, I don't even know how I became acquainted with this group in the first place. I suppose they originally invited me to sit with them because they had crushes on my sister. But now that she was gone, they didn't have much to say to me anymore.

That's just kind of how things were for me. It wasn't that I was afraid of talking to people; I just really didn't feel a need to.

I suppose I felt like an outcast now that Claire was gone. I was just excited that I wouldn't have to go to her softball games either.

Suddenly, an idea popped into my mind. There was another girl at my school who I also considered an outcast, kind of like me. Her name was Sophia, and she had transferred in a few years ago.

Though she was on the softball team with my sister, she didn't really talk to the rest of the group. She didn't talk to me either, but I started to wonder if maybe Nicole would like to hang out with her since they both seemed lonely.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to make that suggestion to the new student because she had disappeared. I began looking around, but she was no longer sitting where she was when I had my eye on her.

My schoolmates asked me what I was looking for, but I didn't really have the courage to tell them. Hell, if I wasn't such a coward, perhaps I would have tried sitting with her myself instead of suggesting another girl to her.

Eventually, after my awkward lunch was over, I went to my next class and took a seat. As I began pulling my books out, I noticed some chattering behind me... and it was about Nicole...

"Did you see that girl?!"

"Oh, the freakishly tall one?"

That statement sort of irked me for some reason, even though Nicole was indeed tall. However, I didn't appreciate them referring to her as a freak.

"I heard that she didn't want to tell anyone why she left her last school," they continued, gossiping like middle school girls even though there were boys mixed in with the group. "I wonder what she's hiding..."

"Maybe it's because she's a giant freak, and none of the guys liked her," another student answered, causing them to all burst with laughter.

Unfortunately, this opened up the floodgates for more insulting language.

"Those clothes look so ugly on her! I bet all the guys hate her."

"Yeah, she sticks out like a sore thumb."

"And her glasses... How could someone that tall look like such a geek?!"

As they continued to laugh at her expense, I started to grit my teeth in anger. I wanted so badly to tell them to mind their own business. Unfortunately though, I was much too spineless to stand up for her.

I could only imagine how they would have reacted if I finally spoke up. It wasn't like me to talk much or have strong opinions in general. If I would have suddenly showed some passion when it came to Nicole, they would have accused me of being in love with her...

Unfortunately, it was my ruthless classmates that didn't allow me to stay uninvolved. "Hey, you were in the class where she introduced herself, right, Kevin?" one of them said, poking me on the shoulder. "Was it as awkward as I heard it was?!"

Turning my head, I noticed the excitement in all their eyes. The senior guys and girls were just jumping at the chance to talk even more shit about this poor girl.

"I guess it was a bit awkward..." I admitted, noticing the smiles on their faces growing larger. But knowing that they just wanted more ammunition, I simply turned my head back and faced my own desk, pretending to ignore them.

That's when they began prodding me to join in on the trash talking session. "Isn't she a gargantuan freak?" one of the girls joked, causing me to clutch my fist. "Could you imagine dating someone that ugly?!"

While they began laughing again, I contemplated just agreeing with them so I could avoid speaking about it any longer. It wasn't like I was going to change their minds anyway. Simply giving in and nodding my head would have been the best way to end the conversation quickly.

For some reason, an image suddenly popped into my head from when she was staring at me earlier. The idea of protecting her in any way was silly, but as they continued to laugh at her expense, I realized that I just couldn't take it any longer.

"I don't think she's ugly at all," I said out of nowhere, causing them all to come to a sudden stop. Then, as they stared on, hoping they misunderstood me, I further clarified myself, admitting, "I think she's kind of... pretty..."

The entire class was in shock, and it felt as if the Earth had stopped on its axis as they were all left with their jaws hanging towards the floor. Finally, one of them was able to get himself back together, before reacting, "You think she's pretty?!"

My face was red, and I could hardly make eye-contact with any of them. "Kind of..." I said, quietly, hoping they would leave me alone.

Instead, however, a few of them began bashing me, saying things like, "How could you possibly think she's pretty?" and, "Did you not see how freakishly tall she is?!"

I knew this confrontation wouldn't end unless I faced them. Either I could just give in, or I could stand my ground. It wasn't like me to be brave, but for some reason, I was compelled to continue protecting her...

"Yeah, she's tall... but models are tall too, aren't they?" I expressed, battling the urge to wither away from embarrassment. Then when they brought up her glasses, I argued, "Maybe she just doesn't like contacts... It doesn't make her eyes any less pretty..."

Just as I was about to give in after cringing from my pathetic white-knighting, I realized the others were no longer looking at me. Instead, they were now facing the door of the classroom, which happened to be right behind me. But as I turned around, I quickly realized what had caught their intention, leaving them completely silent.

Standing directly behind me in the frame of the entrance was Nicole. I thought I could feel eyes on me, but I assumed I was just paranoid from my insecurities of standing up to the rest of the group.

With her eyes wide, and her mouth still open, she stared at me as if she had seen a ghost. But while her face was pale white, mine was completely red, knowing that she had just heard every cringey word that came out of my mouth.

Just as I was about to say something to her, she stormed off, leaving me squirming in my seat from the embarrassment. Fortunately, the others didn't even laugh at me. They were still too stunned to tease me over my humiliating admissions that just so happened to take place right in front of the girl I was talking about.

I didn't even know what I would have said if Nicole hadn't run off so quickly. Apologizing for complimenting her sounded silly. However, it was potentially worse for her to think I was some creepy little guy talking about how attractive I found her to all my classmates.

All I could do was rest my head against my desk and cover my face to hide my embarrassment. That's when it finally dawned on everyone to tease me about what just happened.

Trust me, I was the last person that would ever want to share my feelings with a woman. I was pretty shy in general, and I definitely wasn't in tune with my emotions. Making a confession to a woman was something I never imagined. I always hoped that the girl I ended up marrying would just confess to me first.

This was all so much worse, however. Sure, it wasn't a confession, but it might as well have been. It probably appeared terrible, coming from a small guy like me who looked like a child compared to the woman he supposedly had a crush on.

The rest of my classes went by just as they always did, uneventfully. In my head, however, it felt like I was living through hell as I constantly replayed the creepy event that happened earlier.

What the hell was I thinking?! I kept asking myself, picturing the look on her face after discovering what a creep I was. Me, protect her? What an absurd fantasy I was living in!

Even as I received the results of my most recent tests, I couldn't stop thinking about the way I had acted. My scores were a reflection of me, averaging C's and sometimes B's. I didn't understand why I had the nerve to suddenly act so extraordinary earlier.

Fortunately, when school ended, I was able to escape without enduring any further teasing from my classmates. I sort of rushed out of there while they got into their groups and began talking. I was sure they were gossipping about me behind my back, which wasn't saying much considering they'd do it in front of my face just as easily.

After daring to step out of my comfort zone, I now regretted my attempt at playing the hero. I began walking home with my head down, not even looking at the construction going on in the city. I no longer wanted to think about anything that had to do with change, after I tried to alter my personality out of nowhere.

Then suddenly, I heard a voice behind me calling out my name.

"Kevin! Kevin Baker!"

At first, I assumed it was one of my classmates wanting to tease me. But as I came to a stop, I realized that I didn't recognize the voice.

Turning my head, my eyes became big as I noticed the tall blonde rushing towards me. Frozen in place, I had no idea what to expect once she came to a complete stop in front of me. I almost wanted to apologize to her for my actions earlier, but I was a bit nervous to talk for some reason.

As my eyes roamed up and down the tall woman, I noticed that this was the first time we were standing up next to each other. Seeing her up close made me realize how much taller she was than me.

I still couldn't get a good picture of her body though, because her clothes appeared even more unfitting than before. Her hair was also a bit disheveled, and she looked exhausted beyond simply just chasing me down.

For some reason, I immediately worried that she had been beaten up or bullied. It was silly to think anyone would dare challenge such a titan of a woman, but I suppose if a group of girls ganged up on her, they'd have a chance.

Still, it didn't make sense. My school didn't really have anyone that would participate in that type of bullying. Talking shit, sure. But as far as physical violence, we were more of a gossiping mean girls community, which included the guys.

After quickly catching her breath, she showed that smile of hers again... the one I saw in class before realizing how tall she was. Even now, I was so captivated by it that I stopped paying attention to her height. But unfortunately, I still wasn't brave enough to talk first.

Being the courageous one, she cleared her throat before speaking to me. "I overheard you talking about me to your classmates," she said, causing me to cringe from embarrassment. To my shock, however, she continued, "I wanted to thank you... That was really nice of you to stand up for me like that..."

Immediately, I began scratching my head as I tried to come up with the words to say. "Oh, um... it was no problem..." I responded, pretending to be a hero who didn't want credit for his actions. "Yeah... I just didn't appreciate... what they were saying about you..."

She suddenly began laughing, causing me to go red. "You don't need to feel obligated to defend me... I know I'm tall, and that my uniform fits weird..."

I then watched her fix her white button-up shirt, which was still noticeably messed up compared to earlier. "Speaking of your uniform; are you okay? How did it get so dirty?"

"Oh, you noticed? I actually had a little softball tryout... It was kind of unexpected..."

"A softball tryout? Are you thinking about joining the team?"

"Not really, but the coach is trying to convince me," she explained, looking a bit uncomfortable. "I purposely didn't bring any athletic clothes, but she still convinced me to toss the ball around with her."

It was becoming more and more obvious that Nicole was uncomfortable with people pushing her to do things she didn't want to do. However, I could understand the coaches wanting her to play sports. I had no clue about her athletic prowess, but she at least had the height to be an athlete.

"Why don't you want to play softball?" I asked, hoping this would be her opportunity to make friends. "My sister was actually on the softball team last year, so I used to go to all their games."

"Your sister? Did she graduate?"

"Yeah, she did, but she still calls me all the time. Since she left, I haven't really been as social, so I guess she's just worried about me."

"That's really sweet," Nicole reacted with a genuine smile. "I'm actually an only child, but I always thought it would have been nice to grow up with a sibling."

"Yeah, my sister isn't bad," I admitted begrudgingly. "She's much more outgoing than I am though."

"Was she good at softball?"

"Not really," I answered honestly, before delving into the rest of the team. "Our school is actually pretty bad at most sports... As a matter of fact, I can't remember the last time we won a softball game..."

For some reason, I thought that last statement might make her more comfortable joining the team. However, a grimace came over her face, which I'd soon learn was due to a different reason.

"I'd rather not talk about softball right now," Nicole expressed, before shaking her head and putting a smile back on her face. "I just really wanted to thank you for what you said earlier... especially the compliments you gave me..."

My face immediately grew red once again. "Oh, the compliments... No problem..."

"I know I'm not the most attractive girl, with me being a giant and all, but it was nice to hear those compliments, even if you were just trying to be nice."

Unfortunately, I wasn't brave enough to tell her that I actually thought she was pretty. I felt I had already embarrassed myself enough for one day. Besides, she was too tall for me, and she probably didn't like how short I was either.

"Hey, you don't have to defend me anymore if you don't want to," she continued, causing my eyes to pop wide open. "I bet the others gave you a hard time after you complimented me. And I'd understand if you didn't want to be seen with me at school."

Even though she said it in a way that didn't seem self-deprecating, I didn't want her thinking that I had done her a great act of kindness just by not making fun of her. "That's okay," I argued, hoping not to validate whatever insecurities she was suffering from. "I don't regret defending you..."

The smile on her face was suddenly ear to ear, and there was a sense of peace to her that I hadn't noticed before. With a simple nod of appreciation, we began walking home together. It was still a bit awkward, however, but as it turned out, her house wasn't too far from mine.

When we reached our split off point, I was worried about finding a way to say goodbye without sounding too awkward. She, instead, initiated, holding her hand out and offering me a shake.

I took her hand in mine, but immediately became frozen by her touch. For such a tall and dominating presence, she had such a delicate touch. And then, as I looked up and noticed her pretty face smiling at me, she began glowing, almost as if she had an angelic aura surrounding her.

It was an experience unlike anything I had ever felt before. I knew we weren't a match for each other, but perhaps I fantasized that she could have just been a bit shorter. There was no way a girl as tall as her could have a crush on me, but still, she made my heart race like no other had done before.

After finally letting go of my hand, she wished me farewell. "Well, I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow," she said, seeming genuinely happy for the first time.

I smiled back at her, showing more emotion, myself, than any of my classmates had seen from me in a long time. "Yeah... I'll see you tomorrow..."

For some reason, the smile on my face wouldn't disappear even after going our separate ways. I didn't know what it was about looking into her eyes that brought such a warm feeling to my soul.

That was the day it all started... The day that I met Nicole Astley... The day my life changed forever...

It was the beginning of a journey... One I could have never been prepared for... Not in a million years...

To be continued...

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Chapter 2

Kevin Baker

Nothing about my life had dramatically changed. I was still the same old boring Kevin, sitting in class, not associating with anyone. However, everything around suddenly felt so different, now that I had met Nicole.

This was only her second day and we had talked for less than a total of five minutes, and yet, I still found myself wondering where she was. I didn't want to admit to myself that I was excited to see her, but as I stared at her empty seat, I noticed my leg shaking in anticipation of her arrival.

I even started to grow worried that she wouldn't come back after overhearing my classmates gossiping about her. However, I was suddenly overwhelmed after remembering the smile on her face when she thanked me for standing up for her.

Suddenly, I felt warm, probably because I was blushing. I knew nothing about her, but I couldn't deny she had a nice smile. And her eyes... though they were subtly covered by her dorky classes, they still made my heart race.

While I replayed the conversation I had with her in my head, I began squirming in my seat as I thought to myself, She's really nice...

I then began delving into my fantasies, which I knew was a waste of time. If only she were like a foot shorter, I told myself, pretending as if I'd ever have a chance with her anyway. And maybe I wish she were skinnier...

While my mind continued to ponder such unimportant details, I accidentally knocked my pencil off my desk, causing it to fall to the floor. Before I could reach down for it, I was caught by surprise as Nicole appeared from behind and kneeled down before grabbing the pencil for me.

I was left staring at her as she stood back up and placed the pencil on my desk. "Thank you," I said, almost blushing because I felt guilty for having such inappropriate thoughts about her.

She looked at me and gave a smile... the same pleasant smile she shared with me the previous day. "You're welcome, Kevin."

The redness on my face only intensified as she walked back to her desk and I examined her from behind. I had an even worse picture of her upper body this time around because she was wearing a large sweater. However, I noticed her legs for the first time, from the knees down, and she actually had pretty decent looking calves... if that's even a thing.

Though I should have been focusing on getting myself back together once class started, I continued to stare at her legs, which were somewhat covered by an odd length skirt. Judging by the lower half of her legs, I could imagine her thighs might have been attractive as well. However, I also knew this was a stretch, considering I hadn't seen much of her body.

Shamefully, I began to play out a fantasy in my head, where she had really nice thighs, which were only by a much shorter skirt. I replayed the same scenario in my mind where I dropped the pencil, only this time, I could see further up her legs, up to her hamstrings, maybe even reaching her butt.

Unfortunately, in my most perverted act yet, I began to imagine if her skirt had lifted up just a bit higher, and her legs were just as nice as I had secretly fantasized they were, that maybe I could get a peak of her underwear. However, just as I began pondering what kind she would even wear, I quickly snapped out of it, and even shamed myself for acting so pathetic.

Once again, I was faced with the reality that Nicole was too tall for me and that I was probably too short for her. I didn't even know anything about her, so it was pointless for me to pretend we could have that type of relationship. It was even worse that I was imagining her in sexy panties.

It was immoral of me because I was not only thinking of her in a perverted way, but I was also doing it while wishing she were shorter. Regardless though, pointless or not, I knew I needed to focus on reality, because the more I thought about her and her underwear, the more I risked getting a boner in class. And after my embarrassing display the previous day, I could only imagine the rumors that would swirl if anyone spotted me in such a vulnerable act.

When class ended, Nicole and I went our separate ways, just as we had done the previous day. Although I would have liked to talk to her again, I could only assume she didn't want to be seen with me because she didn't want to give the others a chance to dive into her past again.

Also, according to our previous conversation during our walk, she seemed to think it would be embarrassing for me to be seen with her. This wasn't true, but I suppose it was nice to not deal with the rumors it could have created.

Despite how much sense it made for me to avoid her, I ended up staring at her again when we finally made it to lunch. The previous day, she had disappeared on me when I took my eye off her. Perhaps after having such inappropriate thoughts about her, I was now even more worried about her spending lunch alone.

Eventually, I noticed Sophia, the girl who also transferred to our school a few years ago, walking by herself. I decided to try out my plan from the previous day to set up a connection between those two. I'll admit though, I probably wouldn't have been brave enough to talk to her had she been sitting with the other softball girls.

Approaching her, she appeared a bit startled, but that was probably because I had never talked to her directly before. She, of course, knew my sister, but still, she felt like an outsider compared to the rest of the softball team.

"Uh... Kevin? What do you want?" she asked, giving me a weird stare.

Although she was much shorter than Nicole, she was still a bit intimidating. We were almost the same height, and her shoulders were about as broad as mine. But also, unlike Nicole, her hair was black, and she normally wore an annoyed look on her face instead of a comforting smile.

"Sorry to bother you," I said, suddenly feeling nervous now that I realized how off-putting it was for me to approach a girl. "I was just wondering... were you looking for someone to sit with during lunch?"

"I was planning on sitting with the softball girls. Why do you ask?"

"Well, there's a new girl at school..."

"Yeah, I've seen her... What about her?"

"I think she's interested in joining the softball team..."

"Why would she?" Sophia asked, giving off a smirk. "We sucked last year, and we're going to be even worse this year."

I suppose she was right. Our school hardly ever won games, and with my sister and her classmates now gone, I couldn't imagine the team being any better without their best players. Still, I wanted to support Nicole in whatever she decided to do, regardless of the results, and I thought introducing her to Sophia would be a good place to start.

Unfortunately, Sophia didn't seem to think so. "I'm not encouraging anyone to join our team," she said, showing her lack of passion after experiencing a depressing amount of losses. "And as far as eating with her, which I'm assuming you wanted me to do... why don't you just go and have lunch with her if you're so concerned?"

I wouldn't call it a friendly exchange, but I suppose it was good that Sophia called me out for acting cowardly. Instead of trying to enlist her to solve the issue, I should have been the one offering to have lunch with Nicole since I was the one that was concerned.

Surprisingly enough, I suddenly had the courage to approach Nicole on my own. She had actually stepped out of the cafeteria, but I noticed which direction she took this time. And best of all, I now had the chance to talk to her without everyone seeing us.

Looking back at my table, I noticed that the guys had just moved along like nothing even happened. I thought I might feel guilty for abandoning them, even though we really didn't talk much anyway, but after seeing that they didn't even notice I had left, I decided not to even say anything to them before attempting to approach Nicole.

Despite the pounding of my heart, I managed to bring myself to Nicole so I could approach her directly. She had walked outside and found a bench so she could eat by herself, possibly because she wanted privacy. However, judging by our pleasant interactions in the past, I decided to see if she wanted me to sit with her anyway.

She looked up at me with her curious blue eyes as I approached her. "Kevin? What are you doing out here?"

"I was wondering the same thing about you. Don't you want to come inside and eat? I think there's room at my table."

Her cheeks became a little red. "Oh, that's very nice of you... but I think I'm okay out here. Besides, I'd probably draw a lot of attention if I suddenly started sitting with you."

Shrugging my shoulders, I made her an offer that seemed to fit her much better. "Well, if you don't mind, I can sit out here so you won't be eating alone."

She graced me with a smile before accepting my offer. "That would be nice... but don't feel the need to help me just because I'm eating alone. I don't really like attention anyway. I feel a bit awkward when too many eyes are on me."

This would eventually become a common occurrence for us. I started eating lunch with her everyday outside on that bench. I'm sure a few people noticed us, but for the most part, this was the venue of many private conversations.

It would be that first time we shared lunch together, however, that always stayed on my mind. She appeared nervous with everyone else, but I was intrigued by the way she seemed so comfortable with me.

While we started off with just some small talk, mostly about her thoughts on the school so far, I noticed that she was eating a lot, much more than any other girl I knew. It made me wonder if she was pretty chubby underneath that large sweater. However, while I continued to have trouble keeping myself from gazing at her inappropriately, my eyes started to focus on her legs, and I began imagining her thighs once again.

"Oh, are you looking at my skirt?" she asked, catching me off guard. But before I could act defensive, she began explaining her issues with clothing. "Being so tall, I had to pick out a long skirt, but for a smaller person, so it would fit. If I had picked out a short skirt for a regular girl's height, it would have been way too revealing on me."

Immediately, I looked away from her, because I didn't want her to see how red my face had become as I imagined her in a tiny skirt. "That sucks," I said, pretending I could empathize with her situation. "A girl your height must have a lot of issues finding clothes."

"I really do, especially when it comes to uniforms. That is, of course, unless I choose to get them altered. I just didn't see a reason to do that with my school uniform."

While I began fighting off a boner again, picturing her in a skirt so short I could see her underwear, she immediately caught me off guard with a question about me. "You seem really nice... Do you not have a girlfriend or someone you'd rather be spending lunch with?"

"I don't have a girlfriend... I never have actually..."

"Oh? Why not?"

"I guess I'm just waiting for college... I've never imagined myself dating anyone here..."

She let out a light chuckle, seeming to understand me even though she had just moved here. "I've always had issues dating as well... With me being so tall, my options are a bit limited. Not too many guys want to date a girl that's over six feet."

"Yeah, I could imagine," I responded, putting my head down. I then began swinging my legs, which must have made me look like a little kid right next to her. "I wouldn't know what that's like though... I'm pretty short, aren't I?"

"Short is cute," she said, giving me a smile. But when she noticed how red she had made me, she started to think that I may have taken that as an insult. "I mean... I'm just saying it doesn't make you unattractive to be a shorter guy..."

Honestly, I had trouble refraining from drawing conclusions from that statement, but after she heard me make such creepy comments about her, I decided to just accept the compliment for what it was. It was actually one of the first positive things I had ever heard a girl say about me, so I viewed it as a win.

Surprisingly, she asked me a question that would make me feel even more awkward. "So you said you've never dated anyone here, but have you ever had a hookup?"

"A hookup? With any of them? No, I've never done anything like that... I think it would be too weird, since I practically grew up with everyone here."

"Well, are you against the idea in general, or just with the girls at this school?"

"I suppose I'm not against it in general," I admitted, not understanding why I was about to reveal such an embarrassing admission. "I've never even kissed a girl, so the concept is a bit far from my mind right now."

Nicole began laughing, and I had to hide my face because of the embarrassment. However, we would leave the conversation there before going back to more general topics, like school and the weather.

As the weeks went by, Nicole started to seem happier to spend her lunches with me, giving me big smiles and giggling a lot whenever we were together. She still didn't seem too comfortable speaking about her past, commonly telling me that she didn't want to think about her last school.

The subject would come up when we discussed softball, but I still wasn't able to get that much information out of her. With the season already underway, I was curious to see if she would join the team. However, something had seemingly happened at her past school that was making her hesitate to play softball here.

"I'm still thinking about it..." she admitted one day to me, allowing herself to be vulnerable for once. "I have an open offer from the coach... but I'm just afraid of disappointing everyone."

Hoping to comfort her, I decided to tell her what Sophia had mentioned. "I heard our team is actually pretty bad this year," I explained, trying not to sound like a jerk. "I used to go to my sister's games... and we haven't won in a long time... I doubt anyone would be disappointed in you, as long as you do your best.'

She paused for a moment, but eventually, a cute smile came over her face. "That's really nice of you," she said before taking a deep breath. "But can you make me a promise?"

"Yeah, sure..."

"If I do decide to join the softball team... will you come to one of my games?"

I suddenly gasped because it almost felt like she was asking me on a date. I had no plans of going to softball games any longer, since my sister wasn't on the team anymore. However, now that I had been directly asked, I felt obligated to do so, especially since I thought this would be the push needed to get Nicole to join the team.

"Of course I'll come watch you..."

***

Like I said, we continued meeting like this, and even though others had seen us and didn't really say anything, we kept our friendship relatively private. I think we both saw it as a way of protecting the other from too much attention.

Eventually, though I didn't take any romantic meaning from this, Nicole informed me that she had decided to join the softball team. She then asked me if I'd still hold my end of the bargain in going to her games. As a matter of fact, she even had a special request.

"I actually really want you to go to the game tomorrow," she explained, avoiding eye-contact by staring down at her own skirt. "I know it's late notice, but I hope you can make it if you're not busy."

"Tomorrow? Will that be your first game?"

"Not only is it my first game, but the coach actually made me the starting pitcher," she explained, causing my eyes to light up in fear. "Some of the other girls heard about this and are unhappy about it... I'd really appreciate it if you showed up, so at least one person would be supporting me besides my dad."

Immediately, I began to feel sorry for her situation, but I was a bit intrigued that she had been named to starting pitcher without even much of a tryout. I figured the coach must have been desperate, and was now just gambling on Nicole, based on her size.

"I hope I'm not being too forward, but there's something about you that gives me confidence," the tall blonde continued, causing me to pause. "Sometimes when I'm not confident, things can really spiral for me, so it would be a really big help to have you there."

Unfortunately, I quickly remembered overhearing that our school would be playing against their rivals on Friday, Westfield High School. Unlike us, they were a much wealthier school, and were one of the top contenders in all sports.

I shuttered to think what could happen if Nicole had her first game pitching against a juggernaut like Westfield. Whenever I watched my sister play against them, we'd always lose by around fifteen runs.

The damage that could do to Nicole's confidence was scary. Unfortunately, I didn't have the heart to tell her what she would be up against.

Doing my best to support her, I decided to just give in to whatever she wanted. "Yeah, I'll definitely make it on Friday, as long as you want me there," I expressed. Then, noticing how happy I made her, I decided to take things a step further by asking, "Is there anything else I can do to help you with your confidence?"

To my surprise, Nicole became quiet, and a long spout of silence took place between us. Her face started to grow red, so I apologized if my offer came off as creepy.

Eventually, I would learn that she was the one who had reason to worry about what the other one was thinking. Building up her courage, she looked into my eyes and made a confession.

"There actually is something you can do to help me with my confidence," she started, causing my heart to pound faster. "I've noticed you staring at my body... especially my legs..."

I became frozen, like I had seen a ghost. "Oh, you have...?"

"Yes, I have..." she admitted, still sounding nervous about telling me her request. "I know you would never want to be with me, considering my height and all... but it still makes me feel... pretty attractive..."

Although I was practically shaking from her confession, I appreciated that she didn't find my behavior creepy, even after catching me during some of my most embarrassing acts. Hoping to comfort her through this hard time of her own, I actually agreed with her assumptions.

"Well, I hope I don't come off creepy or anything... but it's no secret that I still think you're pretty, despite your height... I mean... you did hear me defending you in class a couple of weeks ago..."

"Yeah, I definitely remember that... and I really appreciate it... I also appreciate you coming out here to eat with me every day... So, let me just cut to the chase..."

"Okay..."

"The other day, I asked if you'd be willing to hook up with someone, even if you weren't really interested in dating them."

My head shot back as I realized how much meaning that conversation had now. "Yeah...?"

"Would you be willing to hook up with me?" she asked, turning her head away from me due to her embarrassment. "It would make me feel attractive... and confident... I'm not asking you to have sex with me or anything... We could just kiss and stuff..."

Immediately, my heart pounded so fast that I thought it was going to pop through my chest. Though I couldn't see myself dating her, I didn't expect someone, especially her, to offer me a hookup session. I know I always said I wanted the female counterpart to be the one to make the confession, but I never expected that to be my reality, no matter the circumstance.

"Just make out and stuff?" I asked nervously, trying to keep my cool. "That would really help you with your confidence?"

"Uh... yeah, it would... I wouldn't even mind if you pretended I was shorter, or just a whole different girl in general... As long as we hooked up and stuff... I think I'd feel pretty good about myself..."

Somehow, I now felt even tinier compared to her, but I couldn't deny the fact that I was interested. I was suddenly fighting off a boner, realizing that a girl was actually willing to let me kiss her. And as I sat there and stared at her, while she still looked like a giant compared to me, I couldn't help but think she was even prettier than I first realized.

"I've never kissed a girl before..."

Immediately, she turned her head towards me, and her blue eyes never looked more adorable behind her small framed glasses. "I promise I won't judge you... As a matter of fact, this can be practice for you too... in case you ever find a girl that you actually like..."

Her last words actually cut deep, because they made me realize just how unwanted she felt. I was now even more obligated to grant her request, but if I were telling the truth, I was already going to accept her proposal because I didn't know if I'd ever get a chance to kiss a girl again.

"Okay, I'll do it..." I answered, causing her to light up like I had never witnessed from a woman, especially by my doing. Then, seeing her excitement, I offered, "If you ever need anything to help you with your confidence, just let me know, and I'll always be willing to do it..."

"Okay!" she reacted, almost cheering.

I swear, it was the most joy I had ever provided to a girl. I now felt like I was the one who had received a boost in confidence.

After working out the details, I agreed to go to her house after school on Friday. She'd have a few hours of free time before needing to come back to school to get ready for the game. Also, she said her father would be gone for work, and that her mother wasn't living with her.

It was all set now... I was going to have my first kiss... and of all people... it was going to be with Nicole Astley.

***

Thursday night, I could hardly get any rest, knowing that I was less than twenty-four hours away from my first hookup. I still felt insecure about it and was afraid that Nicole would call the whole thing off once she realized how inexperienced I was.

Hoping to gain some confidence of my own, I began watching videos on YouTube about how to kiss. It felt sort of stupid listening to these love gurus explain it like it was some sort of infomercial, so embarrassingly enough, I decided to watch porn instead.

I'm not against porn, but I felt like such a nerd for using it as a tutorial. While the cameras kept focusing on the meatier portions of their interactions, I tried to focus on the passion the two participants showed while locking lips.

Eventually, the videos would either get me too worked up, where I started thinking inappropriately about the body I was hoping Nicole had, or the actors would start doing something like doggy-style, which obviously had no kissing in it. I decided to stop, because I was afraid these videos would actually do more damage than good when it was finally time for me to hook up with the new softball player.

Thankfully, I received the buzzkill I needed to prevent myself from doing something unforgivable while thinking about Nicole. My sister called me, saving me from the erection I was having such a difficult time with. I was actually happy to talk to her for once, because she served as a great distraction from my impure thoughts.

"Hey, Kevin!" she said, surprising me with how cheerful she sounded. She was pretty upbeat in general, but I could tell she was happy to speak to me.

"What is it?"

"I know it's late, but I just had to talk to you. I heard that you're going to the softball game tomorrow. That makes me really happy, because I was afraid you were just going to hide in your shell now that I'm not on the team."

"Uh... yeah, I'm going... but I don't know how many games I'll go to this year... I kind of became friends with this new girl on the team... and I told her I'd watch her first game..."

"A new girl, huh? And she's on the softball team?"

"Yeah, her name is Nicole Astley."

"Nicole Astley... Why does that name sound so familiar?"

"Do you know her?" I asked, scratching my head. "She just moved here, so I'm pretty sure you've never met her."

"I don't think I've met her either, but that name sounds so familiar for some reason..."

"I don't know... It didn't sound familiar to me."

"Yeah, I'm sure it's nothing... but I'm glad that she was at least able to get you to go to a game. I'll have to thank her if I ever meet her!"

"That sounds nice," I said, now wishing Claire was still in school so she could be friends with Nicole. I didn't want to get into the fact that some of the other players weren't happy about Nicole being the starting pitcher, so I ended the call by saying, "I need to get some rest since I'm going to the game tomorrow."

After hanging up, I hopped into bed, naturally distracted from my impure thoughts from earlier. But now, however, I couldn't help but wonder if there was any truth to my sister being familiar with Nicole.

Regardless, with so much on my mind, I wasn't able to fall asleep easily that night. And the later it got, the more nervous I became about the next day.

It wasn't like I was going to be having sex with her or anything, but still, I was becoming worried that my lack of sleep would affect my "performance." Unfortunately, things only got worse, and after an excruciating night of no sleep... it was suddenly the day of my first hookup.

***

The next day was much more agonizing than I could have ever imagined. It was difficult to function normally, not only knowing that I'd be heading to Nicole's house after school, but also dealing with the fact that I had watched porn so late the previous night.

There were a magnitude of improper thoughts rushing through my mind, leading me to be even quieter than I normally was. It would have helped if I was able to have lunch with Nicole again, but she had a meeting with her coach that day, so I was just left with my own thoughts.

I would have liked for her to have calmed me down, and to explain how seamless this process would be. Instead, I just pictured of myself either disappointing her with my bad kissing, or freaking her out with an awkward boner.

I eventually met up with her after school, but there wasn't much talking going on between us as we walked to her house. I didn't have the courage to bring up how nervous I was. But I suppose things weren't much easier for her, considering she had a game later that evening.

When we got inside, the moment felt all too real as I realized I was now completely alone with her. Just as she had said, her dad wasn't home, so now we had complete privacy.

Things only felt more awkward as she took me by the wrist and led me to her bedroom. It was the first time I had been in a girl's room, besides my sister's, and though I was excited for my first kiss, I was still shaking because I knew we had reached the point of no return.

"Before we get started, I want you to close your eyes, because I have something to show you," she started, making me even more nervous. Then, after keeping my hands over my eyes while she seemingly russled around for a bit, she told me, "You can look now."

To my shock, she was now wearing a skirt that was incredibly short on her, revealing her surprisingly athletic looking thighs. I embarrassingly let out a little gulp, because I now realized that her legs were somehow even nicer than I had imagined.

"See how short this is on me?" she said, giggling as she flaunted the tiny skirt to me. "This is how small the short skirt is on me, so that's why I wear that awkwardly long one."

"Um... it looks pretty small.." I reacted, trying to look away to keep myself from staring at her thighs for too long.

She giggled before taking a few steps back. "Now, when I stand this far away... does it look like I'm just a regular sized girl wearing a tiny miniskirt?"

Once again, I gulped as impure thoughts rushed through my mind. I knew I'd be trying to make-out with her in only a matter of moments, and my eyes would probably be closed the whole time, but I couldn't help but hope I get a glimpse of her underwear during the process.

"Why don't you close your eyes, and we'll both meet each other in the middle?" she suggested, causing me to squirm a bit. "That way, you'll never have to see anything besides my face, and you can pretend I'm whatever height you find most attractive."

I nodded my head in agreement, but before engaging with her, I had a question of my own. "Are you going to pretend I'm a big tall guy as well?"

She took her glasses off and gently placed them on her dresser, showing me her unprotected eyes for the first time. "No need... Without these, I can't see anything anyway. It'll all be a blur, and that's good enough for me actually..."

"Okay," I said, trying not to become too mesmerized by her blue eyes. "But just promise you won't judge me if I'm a bad kisser..."

"I promise I won't judge you no matter what... You're the one doing me the favor here. I'm just thankful you agreed to help me..."

Shaking the entire way, I kept my eyes closed as I approached and met Nicole in the middle. With her not being able to see me very well, I felt a bit more comfortable, because we could both imagine each other with our ideal body types.

Just pretend she's smaller than you and kiss the way they did in the videos, I kept telling myself until I gently placed my hands on her sides. I then realized how difficult this was going to be with her hips so much higher than mine.

Unfortunately, things became even worse for me when it was time for our lips to come together. I sort of expected her to lean down, so it would feel like I was kissing someone shorter, or at least the same height as me. Instead, she just stood there, straight up, while pulling me towards her.

Before I knew it, I was practically on my tippy toes, trying to reach her lips. When we finally connected, she put her hands on my lower back, and pulled me in even further, practically dominating me with her physical presence.

I could hardly focus on what my lips were doing with hers, because my insecurities were starting to make me feel like the girl in this sequence. But then, as she started to take full control, she slid her tongue into my mouth, turning this into a full-on make-out session.

Immediately, I could feel my erection pressing through my pants, so I tried to pull back, hoping not to prod her with it. Surprisingly, she then put one of her hands on my ass, and pulled me back into her while driving her tongue even deeper into my mouth.

What is she doing?! I frantically thought as she continued to rest her hand on my ass and even squeeze it a bit. I was having a difficult time feeling like a man around her, but now, with her manhandling me, I definitely felt as if I were in the feminine role.

Honestly, at that point, I had no idea what was even going on in my mouth. I remember feeling her tongue twirling against mine. However, I mostly remained paralyzed because my mind was too occupied with what she was doing to my butt.

Suddenly, I felt her finger creeping towards the center, almost tickling my crack. I wanted so badly to jump away and ask her what the hell she was doing, but before I could talk, she smiled at me and whispered, "You're such a good kisser..."

"Wait... Really...?" I asked, fighting off a raging boner now that I felt competent at one thing at least.

"Yeah, you are," she whispered in a sexy voice before grabbing both of my ass cheeks and pulling me in even harder.

The next thing I knew, my smaller body was pressed up against her, and I could feel her surprisingly large chest through that big sweater she always wore. Her tongue was now back in my throat, and was playing with mine as she continued to grope both of my cheeks.

The fact that she called me a good kisser encouraged me to continue making out with her just like I was, because I was actually providing her something she enjoyed. However, the way she would grope my ass, and even place one of her hands on the back of my head, sure made me feel like a little bitch.

Unfortunately, though I wanted to stop her so I could tell her I was uncomfortable, her grip was too strong on me, and I had become a bit mesmerized by the kiss. My brain was telling me that this was all wrong, and that I should let her know that this wasn't working for me. However, with my body now pressed up against an actual woman's, and with my lips sucking on hers while our tongues continued to greet each other, I just didn't have the strength to pull myself away.

Though this wasn't what I imagined, nor something I ever wanted, I became wrapped up in the emotions of the kiss, and I couldn't stop myself from enjoying it just a little... Unfortunately, I was starting to make a few sounds, and my penis was getting harder and harder.

Much to my embarrassment, Nicole would point out how much it seemed like I was enjoying all of it. "You sure are moaning a lot," she whispered into my ear after pulling her lips away from mine.

At least she didn't point out my erection, I thought to myself before opening my eyes. Then suddenly, captivated by her pretty face, which now looked so confident, and I thought to myself, Wow... she really is cute...

"Are you enjoying this?" she asked, getting a little red as she started to rub my ass. "I sure hope you are, because I'm having so much fun..."

This was my opportunity to tell her I was uncomfortable with how handsy she was getting, but seeing that confident smile on her face made me question if I should speak up. I then quickly tried to convince myself that I was just being insecure, and that plenty of girls liked touching guys' butts, so this didn't make me feminine in any way.

"I'm enjoying this..." I whispered in a hesitant tone. I then stared into her beautiful eyes and continued, "I'm glad you're enjoying it too..."

Just as I was starting to get over my insecurities, she took her hands from my ass and placed them on my chest. Unfortunately, just as I was about to sigh in relief, she sent shockwaves through my entire body by pinching my nipples through my shirt.

What the fuck?! I screamed in my own head while looking up at her in fear.

Nicole suddenly looked so confident, and it was as if she were toying with me, like this was her plan all along.

"Do you like that, Kevin?" she asked, stimulating my nipples as I struggled in front of her. "I noticed how much you liked it when I grabbed your ass. I figured you'd love this even more."

"It feels kind of weird," I whimpered, hoping not to say anything that would make her lose her confidence.

"Weird must be good, because I can tell you like it," she responded before bringing her lips close to mine. Then, just before engaging me with another kiss, she whispered, "Just focus on my lips, and I'm sure it'll start to feel really good."

Unfortunately, Nicole was right. The more we made out, the more I squirmed from the pleasure of having my nipples pinched. I started to moan into her mouth pretty loudly. It was so encouraging to her that she went underneath my shirt so she could directly stimulate my hard nips.

While I struggled to maintain any manly dignity that I had left, I suddenly noticed a warm sensation against my crotch. Opening my eyes, I spotted her open palm rubbing me through my pants. My dick was now flinching in her hand, because it was only covered by a few small layers of clothing.

Although her hand made me quiver, this all felt so wrong because it was happening so fast. I was also still insecure from the way she was dominating me so easily. However, as I tried to pull away, her hand followed my dick like a magnet, and I couldn't deny how arousing it was for her to be so eager to touch me...

"You're so hard for me," she whispered as she continued to rub my crotch while looking down into my eyes. She held me in place with her other hand as she continued to press her palm against my cock. "I like the way it twitches in my hand..."

Staring up at her, I showed fear in my eyes while she showed confidence in hers. I then let my insecurities get the best of me, since this was the first time a girl had ever touched me.

Still struggling with the fact that she was so much bigger than me, I whimpered, "Do you think I'm small?"

She giggled right in my face, causing me to squirm even harder from my own embarrassment. "Do you want me to call your penis small?" she asked, causing my cock to twitch in her hand, unfortunately. She then looked down and let out a harder laugh. "Oh, you must really like it!"

"I must really like what?!"

"You must be one of those guys who likes it when girls say they have a small penis. I felt the way you reacted when I called you small. I can do that for you, but I just never assumed you were one of those guys."

While I struggled to come up with a response, she caught me off guard again by sliding her hand into my waistband. The next thing I knew, she was in my underwear, fondling my "little" dick as she continued to laugh at me.

Finally, I came to my senses, and I tried to stop her, but she was too strong and persistent. She now had a firm hold of my hard cock, and judging by the look in her eyes, there was nowhere for me to escape.

This was not the Nicole I knew from school. I didn't believe she had been tricking me, because I could tell her insecurities ran deep. She was just a different person, almost an animal, now that she was confident in what she was doing.

She started to stroke my cock, giving it a little tug as she whispered into my ear again. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?" I asked, suddenly frozen by the stimulation of her jerking me off.

"Why didn't you tell me you were so submissive?"

"Submissive?! I'm not submissive!"

"Of course you are," she said before unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down to the floor. She then began rubbing me through my underwear, continuing, "You even more cute little briefs for me. This was probably what you wanted all along..."

"No, these were just what I put on today... I had no idea you would see them... I'm not submissive!"

"Oh, I get what we're doing," she expressed before pulling my underwear down, bringing them to the floor with my pants. She then ran her finger up and down the bottom of my cock while she continued to torment me. "You're putting on an act, because you like it when I take advantage of you like this."

My eyes were wide, and I was struggling to resist her, even though I didn't like how she made me feel like a bitch. I tried to pull away, but she was simply too strong for me. And then, once she wrapped her soft hand around my hard cock again, I was completely helpless, unable to do anything to stop her.

"Hey, you should probably stop..." I whimpered, struggling with the fact that I was now on the verge of doing something totally embarrassing.

She then reached around and smacked me on the ass before groping it even harder than before. "Aw, does my little subby really want me to stop?" she asked, now tugging me at a faster pace. "Or are you just pretending you don't like it again? Because I can tell by how hard your little cock is that you're really enjoying this..."

"Please stop..." I moaned, as a strong sensation went rushing through me. "I might..."

"Don't worry, baby," she's seductively whispered before bringing her lips right next to mine. "Just enjoy yourself, and focus on kissing me..."

Unfortunately, I couldn't deny her lips as she forced me into another deep make-out session. All the while, she had me by the ass, and she began jerking me off even faster.

Before I knew it, I was making out with her as hard as I could as she stroked my dick over and over. Then, in that moment, when I finally accepted her demands, and allowed myself to submit to her overpowering aura... I was taken over by an overwhelming sensation...

I suddenly shot out a massive load... making a mess all over her floor... I was overcome with humiliation, but even when I tried to pull away, she continued to make out with me while tugging on my penis.

Over and over, I continued to squirt more cum until she emptied me completely out. Only then did she eventually stop kissing me, leaving my now flaccid penis in her hand as she smiled at me confidently.

Meanwhile, I cringed with embarrassment at what I had just done to her floor. Even worse, now that I had unloaded such a massive amount of cum, my dick felt even tinier in her hand as I tried to come up with the words to save myself.

"I'm sorry!" I said through my heavy breathing. "I didn't expect to cum that much... I didn't expect to cum at all!"

"It's okay," she assured before slowly letting me go and giving me a peck on the lips. "I know you weren't expecting all of that, but once we started kissing, I saw how much you liked it, and I just couldn't stop myself from jumping all over you!"

My mind was in such a frenzy that I didn't even know how to respond to that statement. Obviously, I never wanted to come off so submissive to her, but she had truly turned into an animal once our lips were locked.

After placing her glasses back on her face, she finally realized just how big of a mess I had made. "Oh, my God! That really was a lot, Kevin!"

"Sorry..." I said, cringing in embarrassment.

Before I could offer to clean it, she was already on her knees, wiping my cum off the floor with a towel. "I can't leave any evidence that there was a boy in my room," she said with a cute little chuckle.

"Oh, sorry..." I responded, squirming pathetically as I watched her clean up the big mess I made.

Once again, I struggled to find a way to tell her I didn't actually enjoy taking on such a feminine role. However, just as I was about to speak, she cut me off with her own concern.

"You should probably get going because I really need to get ready for the game now. But you're still going to come watch me, right?"

"Oh... Right..."

Oddly enough, I didn't even know if I wanted to go to the game anymore. I really didn't know what to think about anything in life anymore after such a dramatic experience.

Noticing that I was still struggling with something, she tried to calm me. "You don't have to worry about paying me back or anything," she said with a cute little wink. "I'm sure we'll work something out next time."

Next time?! I frantically thought to myself, now wondering if she was expecting this before every softball game.

I then started to tell myself that I wasn't going to go to the game anymore. However, before I could even finish gathering my thoughts, she gave me another kiss on the lips, and expressed, "I can't wait to see you at the game!"

There were so many confusing thoughts going through my mind as I suddenly found myself outside of her house. I planned on walking home real quick so I could get changed before going to the softball game, but I couldn't even move with the visions of what had just happened replaying through my mind.

I couldn't believe it... I couldn't believe any of what just happened... I didn't even know what I was going to do now that I had just gotten dominated by Nicole...

The fact was, nothing could have prepared me for this moment. She was much too strong, and once she had gotten in the zone, nothing was going to stop her from doing whatever she wanted to me...

The shocking reality was... that despite everything I did in preparation the previous night for my first kiss...

... not even the porn I watched could have prepared me for what Nicole Astley did to me...

To be continued...

Chapter 3

Kevin Baker

Seriously, what the fuck just happened?!

I kept screaming it in my own head as I walked back home from Nicole's house. What was supposed to be a simple make-out session somehow turned into me getting defiled and jerked off by a tall blonde who apparently had incredible strength!

It wasn't that I was opposed to fooling around; It was the way it all happened.

Despite her size, Nicole had never been anything but a sweet and gentle giant around me. How could she have turned into such an animal with me once we were alone in her room? And why couldn't I say, "No," to her when she kept doing things that made me uncomfortable?

As I took the short walk back to my house, I was left with my head down in shame as I replayed every little thing that happened. I was already insecure when she had me on my tippy toes, making out with her like I was the girl in the situation. I never could have guessed that would end up being the least of my worries, after she groped my ass, played with my nipples, and jerked me off against my will.

Now, taking the walk of shame, while my heart was still racing and my underwear was still wet, I suddenly didn't know what to think anymore. Though I didn't suspect that Nicole had just been tricking me, I could never see her in the same light again.

At the same time, I didn't know what to think about sex either. It was now kind of a touchy subject for me. Who knew if I'd ever be able to think about it without remembering the first time a woman was able to get her hands on me?

I felt ashamed... and violated... The only thing I knew for sure was that I was NOT going to that game...

Unfortunately, despite promising her I would go, I just couldn't hold up my end of the bargain any longer. I wasn't ready to see her, not after what she had done to me. I needed to get back to my room and think about my life after what had just happened.

Suddenly, my phone started to vibrate, almost startling me out of my shoes. I suppose I was a bit jumpy after getting taken advantage of by Nicole. However, once I realized it was my sister, I tried to calm down so I could sound normal while talking to her.

"Hello?"

Surprisingly, she sounded even more urgent than when I spoke to her the previous night. "Hey, Kevin! You're still going to the game, right?"

An image of Nicole's eyes glaring at me popped into my head, causing me to shudder. "Actually... I'm not feeling too well... so I might just skip it..."

"You have to go!" she shouted, sounding desperate for some reason.

I came to a complete stop, confused by her eagerness. "Why do I have to go, Claire?"

"That new girl you were telling me about," she started, causing me to cringe as I thought about Nicole once again. "You said her name is Nicole Astley, right? Does she possibly go by Nikki?"

I scratched my head for a second, wondering if I had ever heard anyone call her that. "I don't think so... At least, not that I know of... Why do you ask?"

My sister started to sound more excited as she revealed the reason she called me. "I remember why that name sounded so familiar to me now. Nikki Astley was the name of one of the top ranked softball players in the nation! She sort of disappeared, and from all my research, she isn't at her previous high school anymore. This has to be her!"

As I pictured Nicole in my head, I suddenly went from being frightened to completely confused by the prospect of her being this star softball player. "I doubt it," I answered honestly, remembering how nervous she normally was outside of her bedroom. "She never once mentioned that she was some top ranked softball player."

"It might be a shot in the dark, but there's a good chance it's her! I've asked some of the softball girls, but they don't know either. Is she really tall with long blonde hair?"

"Yeah... she's about six-one... and she's blonde... but I'm not sure if her hair is long... She always has it tied up pretty tight."

"Does she have a really athletic body?"

"Um... I'm not sure exactly..." I answered, even though I knew she had nice legs since she showed me a short skirt. "She normally wears a large sweater..."

"Okay, well, here's the kicker. Nikki Astley has one blue eye and one brown eye. Does that sound familiar to you?"

Immediately, I shook my head as I realized how ridiculous that last statement was. "No, both of Nicole's eyes are blue. She wears glasses too."

"Oh... I don't think this girl wears glasses, so it might not be her," Claire explained, sounding disappointed.

The more we discussed it, the easier it was to conclude we were talking about two different people. Apparently, there was a phenom pitcher from a few years back who was about the same height as Nicole. However, this girl sounded incredibly confident in her softball skills, so much so that she would even dance on the mound.

I couldn't imagine Nicole being confident in her abilities, nor could I ever see her dancing in front of others. She hardly had the courage to even play softball for our losing team. The idea of her being a phenom was almost silly in my mind.

Regardless, my sister still needed me to go to the game. "Please go so we can confirm that it isn't her. I'd hate to know our high school has one of the most recruited softball players in the nation, and I completely missed it."

"Okay, I guess I'll go," I answered, still nervous about seeing Nicole again after she violated me in such a humiliating manner. "But if it's not her, I'm leaving after the first inning."

"Thank you, Kevin! Let me know as soon as you find out."

By the time I got back to campus a few hours later, my mind was a little clearer, and I was ready to face Nicole again, if need be. I still wasn't over what happened, but I had made her a promise to be there, and I was a man of my word.

There was also the fact that I had promised Claire I would investigate if Nicole was somehow this prized pitcher. However, now that I had calmed down, it seemed even further from the truth, knowing how timid the tall blonde normally was.

Also, I remembered her saying she didn't like being around crowds. This was the reason she'd eat alone outside. It also explained why she'd get so nervous whenever my classmates questioned her.

Unfortunately, I now started to grow concerned for my supposed friend, regardless of our mishap earlier. Most likely, she wasn't this high school phenom pitcher. And at the end of the day, even if she was good at softball, she was facing one of the best teams in the state.

Once again, I made the journey back to my campus, passing by all the buildings and lots that were under construction. Despite all the changes happening in our city, one thing remained the same.

I was still on my way to a softball game, bringing zero school spirit along because I already knew the outcome. It was going to be another ass whooping at the hands of Westfield High, and I could only pray that this wouldn't hurt whatever confidence our new student had been able to muster up.

Although the setting was the same, I could feel something different in the atmosphere as I approached the softball fields. Without even entering, I could sense an energy unlike in years before.

The closer I got, the stronger the feeling became. Then, as I started to notice more people around the softball stadium, I could almost feel electricity in the air, signaling that something significant was before me.

My eyes grew big as I entered and searched for a seat on the bleachers, just as I had done in years past. This time, however, the stands were completely full for some reason.

I could tell all these fans weren't just parents watching their kids. There were people there who meant business, and they needed to be at this game.

After identifying an open spot behind home plate, I made my way to the crowd until I finally took a seat. Still confused, I listened closely as I was surrounded by murmurs of what was going on.

"I can't believe she's back!"

"I thought she had given up on softball!"

"The rumors sounded too good to be true, but I just had to make sure!"

"I have a contact who talked to her coach. I think it's really her!"

What are they talking about? I wondered as I took my seat and turned my eyes towards the field.

That's when I noticed the team was already out there... and there was a figure unlike anything I had ever seen on the mound before.

Her back was turned to me, so I couldn't get a good look at her, but there was no one else it could have been. My mouth was wide open as my eyes locked onto her.

Her uniform was tight, revealing her athletic body for the first time. However, it wasn't her voluptuous features that left me speechless; It was the electricity I felt radiating from her dominant presence.

Suddenly, there was a scream in front of me, causing me to shake. "Come on, Nikki!" a large man yelled, showing the type of passion only a parent could. "You got this!"

Judging by his height and his features, I could only assume it was Nicole's father. I should have felt nervous to be around him after sneaking into her bedroom. However, as the cool breeze flowed through the air, all I could feel was the electricity in the stadium, like something special was truly upon us.

"This is a freaking crazy matchup!" a man in front of me explained, tapping on Nicole's father. "I can't believe I'm about to witness Carly Smith versus Nicole Astley in this little town, of all places!"

Though I was quickly discovering that the rumors my sister brought upon me were, in fact, true, nothing could have prepared me for the revelation of seeing it with my own two eyes. I was fixed on her body as she stood in the pitching circle with her back turned, almost as if she were saying a silent prayer. I was at her mercy, waiting for her to turn so I could witness all that she was.

Then the PA announcer introduced her, sending a roar throughout the stadium unlike anything I had ever experienced. "And here's our starting pitcher, number fifty-eight, Nikki Astley!"

While the entire crowd cheered, and her father clapped after saying a prayer of his own, I was on the edge of my seat, waiting to see her face. I didn't even care about what happened earlier that day. I was captivated by the energy she sent flowing through the entire stadium, and I wanted to know if she could feel it too.

As she turned and faced the catcher, who happened to be Sophia, Nicole's long ponytail, along with the strands across her face, began flowing with the wind. Then, as she got into her pitching stance, ready to take on the first batter, she opened her eyes, which weren't covered by her glasses, and revealed exactly what my sister had warned me of...

Her left eye was blue, but her right eye was brown... and yet they sparkled brighter than any star in the sky ever could...

That was the moment I knew it was her... the phenom pitcher... Nikki Astley...

Her body swayed from side to side, but I could tell she wasn't dancing to mock her opponent. She was truly captured by the moment, and with every move she made, she gained the rhythm and confidence she needed to execute what destiny had laid out for her.

With a long and powerful windup, unlike anything I had ever had the pleasure of witnessing, the lefty threw her first pitch, leaving the batter, as well as all the other players on the field, not to mention the audience, completely frozen in shock. The girl from the other team immediately stepped outside the batter's box and faced her teammates, showing them the fear in her eyes. Nicole had only thrown one pitch, but the message had been sent, and their team now understood that they were facing a woman who was on a completely different level.

As the second pitch came flying in, seemingly faster than the first, the batter just had to close her eyes and swing, hoping she'd get lucky. No such luck would happen for her though, and she now only had one more chance to get it right, because Nicole didn't seem to be in the mood to throw balls in this game.

Unfortunately for the batter, just when she thought she could time Nicole's fastball, she went down swinging foolishly as she was caught by surprise with an amazing changeup. Funny enough, when she ran back to her teammates, she didn't even seem upset that she had struck out so badly. She knew, just as well as I did, that she was just witness to a force more powerful than any of us were ready to handle.

The crowd cheered with every strike Nicole threw, but she just maintained her calm demeanor, only doing her little swaying motion between each pitch. The next two batters went down without a challenge, and like the true badass she was, Nicole simply walked towards the dugout like there was never going to be a different outcome.

Unfortunately, Eastside had a highly touted pitcher of their own. Carly Smith easily got all three of our batters out, proving that things hadn't changed, just because a phenom pitcher happened to step on our campus. However, that only meant that it was Nicole's turn to take the stage again, and as she took her place in the circle, the stadium was immediately recharged with the energy that left when we were batting.

Strike one, strike two, strike three.

None of those girls had a chance now that Nicole's presence was dominating the field. And with every time she faced a new batter, I would see those piercing blue and brown eyes staring down her prey. Yes, there was a precious smile on her gorgeous face, but I could see it in those mismatched eyes, that the animal inside of her was out for blood.

Inning after inning, Nicole matched whatever our rivals could do, except she'd do it even better. The crowd was roaring after every out she got. Even her teammates were showing their excitement, cheering at the top of their lungs and pumping their fists after every single challenge that Nicole so easily conquered.

The deeper into the game we got, the brighter the stars shined in the night sky, but it was the star in the circle who shined the brightest. Even Nicole's shadows had come alive, and we were lucky just to bear witness to the amazing feat that was happening in our little town.

I remember so clearly hating low scoring games because I thought they were boring. However, here I was, watching a zero to zero stalemate, and yet, I had never been so moved to jump out of my seat to cheer on the star of our show.

Her performance was infectious, and her teammates had no choice but to respond. When the other team luckily hit the ball back to Nicole, she threw it to the first baseman, who then dropped it, leading to their first player on base.

Instead of getting angry, she simply encouraged her teammates before forcing the next batter to do the same exact thing. She then tossed it a bit softer to the first baseman, giving her the confidence and encouragement to carry on with the game.

Between innings, I could see Sophia, who had never even hinted at a smile when playing softball, taking instruction from the star pitcher. She was having trouble catching the heat that Nicole was throwing. However, with just a little bit of advice, the lefty had adjusted her into a more advantageous position, and she was now ready to be the catcher Nicole needed her to be.

Then, there was the other team, who was in awe, just like we were, watching from the stands. The only one that wasn't star-struck was their ace pitcher, who was still confident enough to compete. Unfortunately for her though, despite holding us scoreless so many times before, she now wore the pressure on her shoulders, knowing she'd have to be perfect to defeat the star of the night.

It was now the final inning... and just like before, I could see Nicole looking up in my direction. I was sure she was just searching for her father, who was exuding pride the entire time. However, whenever I felt our eyes had met, even for the tiniest of moments, it brought me back to the times she found comfort in me during class, and I just hoped I could provide that for her one more time.

Wiping her forehead, she showed those sparkly blue and brown eyes once again as she took her rightful place on the field. Strike one, strike two, strike three, would be the result, over and over, as the cheers from the crowd and the essence of the night sky were captivated by her overwhelming aura.

Nicole had thrown seven innings of shutout softball; something I never could have expected from our school. However, Lord only knew when this game would end, because someone would have to eventually break the deadlock for a winner to be decided.

Surely, this couldn't last forever... Nicole's arm would fatigue sooner or later, and we'd start giving up runs again, while the other team could just throw out another pitcher. To my surprise though, I was about to learn that with one out left, she would pull yet another rabbit out of the hat.

To everyone's surprise, it was Nicole who stepped up for the third at bat of the inning. It was now understood that she was a monster of a pitcher, but nobody had a clue of her abilities as a batter... Not even her father...

"Oh, my God.. She hasn't batted in so long..." I could hear him explaining, most likely talking to scouts. "Nikki never batted at her old school, because they were afraid she'd get injured."

Somehow, I was just as nervous as her father, though I didn't come in with any expectations. But there she stood, lining up on the left-handed side of the plate, staring right at her rival ace.

For once, the crowd was silent, and we were all at the mercy of whatever moment would be presented next. Carly Smith then did her normal windup, but as she tossed her first pitch across the plate, Nicole met it with a monster swing, sending it into the night sky like it was traveling out of orbit.

I swear, in all my years at the softball fields, I had seen so many home runs hit by other teams, but never had I seen one fly like that. And as we all gathered our jaws from the disbelief, and screams of joy overtook the stadium, I could see Nicole running the bases with her fist in the air, while her face displayed pure relief.

As she crossed home plate, signaling the end of the game, as well as the successful conquering of one of the best teams in our state, her teammates and classmates jumped all over her, showering her with the love and praise she deserved from the very beginning. Nicole looked overwhelmed, but still, there was a smile on her face that even the angels in heaven would be jealous of.

I was just happy she was finally able to show them the woman she was capable of being. I was happy they finally witnessed what only I had witnessed... and so much more...

In that moment, she was the star of the show, and we were just lucky to be in her presence. That night, we were her audience...

... but The World was her Stage.

***

Walking out of the stadium, I could still feel tingles going through my body after witnessing the magical event. Nothing had ever brought me such passion before, but now I had been swept off my feet, and I didn't quite know what to do with myself.

I felt invisible, but I was glad it turned out that way. This was her night, after all. Nothing besides Nicole even mattered.

There were murmurs all around, with everyone talking about her performance. I could even hear the star pitcher of the other team talking to her teammates, expressing what an impossible task she had faced that night.

"That girl is just way too good!"

Her teammates then joined in with compliments of their own.

"Yeah, she's so long that by the time she releases the ball, you barely have any time to react."

"Uh huh! And she throws it so fast!"

"You damn near have to guess where it's going to be."

"And her change up and curveballs were ridiculous too!"

All the positive gossip about Nicole brought a smile to my face. It was only a short time ago that she was having lunch by herself, and I was out there trying to convince her to play for the team.

Now, Nicole had proven herself to be the star of the show. I was just lucky that she even allowed me to have lunch with her. The idea of calling her my friend almost made me feel like a celebrity in my own right.

Then I stumbled upon her throughout the crowd. Of course, she was surrounded by teammates and new fans, showering her with all the praise she deserved.

I wanted to say something to her, but I now understood my place. Nicole had blown up into a star, and she no longer needed me as her only friend.

From this point forward, she would have all the friends and fans she could ever hope for. I was just happy to have played my part in helping her spread her wings. And now that she had shown what a beautiful butterfly she truly was, I could no longer even believe that I spent an evening in her bedroom.

The thought of it put a smile on my face, because I knew this was a story I could brag about for the rest of my life. The great Nikki Astley and I made out one day before she pitched a no-hitter.

I was sure no one would believe it, and that she would no longer want anything to do with me, now that she didn't need me. However, I was happy to root for her from afar, because I knew I'd always have this special night.

To my surprise, she then made a beeline towards me, breaking away from the crowd, even if it was only for a moment. As she walked towards me in slow motion, it was like everyone else suddenly disappeared and could see nothing but her. Even the noises from the crowd had vanished. She had captivated me once again, effortlessly taking center stage.

A little smirk came over her face as she bent down to whisper something into my ear. I could only imagine she was going to thank me for showing up, but I wouldn't have been upset if she was just stopping by to say our time was over.

Instead, all I could hear was complete silence until her seductive voice penetrated my eardrums.

"I can't wait to suck your dick..." she whispered, causing my eyes to pop wide open.

Suddenly, as she pulled away, and the noises and sights from around her resurfaced all at once, I was left stunned while she so confidently winked at me while walking off ever so innocently...

To be continued...