"Wow, a real gentleman." Her voice is breathy, as I help her back to her feet, and I notice that she's somehow managed not to spill her drink.
To my surprise, she quickly downs her drink, and pulls me out to the dance floor. At first I hedge a little, as I've never been much of a dancer, but I feel the music in my bones, and soon a large group of women surrounds me. They push Becky away from me, and I can see that she looks downtrodden as two other women replace her. For some reason, I can feel my energy draining out of me.
At this point, I know that I can have any woman here, but Becky had been the first one to talk to me, so I push the two women away, until I'm back in front of the brunette. She gives me an odd look, and then drags me out to the smoking section. I don't smoke, never having been able to afford the habit, but I don't begrudge those that do.
As soon as we're outside, she turns, grabs the front of my shirt, and pulls my face down to hers. As her lips touch mine, I feel some of my energy return, and smile, while I place my hands under her thighs, and lift her up. She's so light, that I hardly even notice her weight, as our tongues dart in and out of each other's mouths, and her legs grip my hips. I can taste her drink still on her tongue, as well as mint. I find the source of the mint a second later, as I steal the gum I didn't know she had, right out of her mouth.
"Hey! Give that back!" she commands me, smiling, her arms around my neck.
"You'll have to take it back," I inform her, and you'd think I just gave her the world, by the grin that blossoms across her face. Had I really thought she wasn't that cute a little while ago? She mashes her lips to mine, and we fence with our tongues for a bit, before I let her take the gum back. My cock is rock hard, and I know she can't miss it poking into her.
"Get a room!" a male voice shouts, and Becky pulls back, her cheeks red.
"That guy's completely out of her league," I hear another, feminine, voice say not so quietly. I grind my teeth, as Becky tries to wriggle out of my arms, but I won't let go.
"Yeah, there's probably something wrong with him," a different voice says.
"Wanna have some fun?" I ask the attractive woman in my arms, and she nods uncertainly. "Play along." I wink at her, then turn, force her up into the air, and set her softly on my shoulders. It's been years since I've given anyone a shoulder ride, but she's small enough, that she feels quite comfortable sitting up there.
"There is something wrong with me," I tell the two couples. Glancing at the two girls that'd spoken, I feel another drain of energy as I focus on them. I can sense their knees trembling under my intense scrutiny. "This woman is the only one I've found that knows how to properly take care of me. Skanks of your caliber just don't know how to handle a tool my size."
"Come on, dear," Becky says right on cue, "Why don't we go back to my place, and I'll remind you of just what I'm capable of. Let's stop wasting our time with these floozies."
It takes all my effort not to laugh at the insulted faces of the four people in front of us. I turn and walk back inside, hearing the women demand that their men stand up for them, and the men saying they will as soon as they're done with their smoke.
I have to duck to walk back in, even as short as Becky is, but I keep her on my shoulders, as I head back to the dance floor.
"I really meant that I want to take you home," she yells into my ear, and I do an about-face, and head for the exit.
Word about what happened outside has already made it in to the entrance, and I notice no shortage of women giving Becky an envious glance, and even a few men giving her a calculating one. Something tells me she's not going to have a problem picking up men here anymore.
She points the way to her car, and I set her on the ground just outside. For some reason she seems to get heavier with each step, but I'm still able to set her down lightly.
I wonder about how weak I'm suddenly feeling, but get distracted when she tosses me her keys. "I've been drinking too much to drive."
"Becky!" someone yells, and we turn to see a dirty blonde-haired woman coming over to us. "Were you just going to leave me here?"
"Lisa, oh my god," Becky spouts, covering her mouth, and looking embarrassed. "I was so distracted by everything. . . I'm so sorry."
Lisa pretty much ignores her, as she turns to look at me. "So, is it true what you said back there?" She arches one slender eyebrow at me, daring me to answer.
"Lisa!" Becky reprimands her friend.
"I guess you'll have to ask Becky in the morning," I tell her, and before either one can say a thing, I duck into the driver's seat. Both women get into the passenger side and start arguing about who gets to sit shotgun. I don't even wait for an outcome, before starting the car, and throwing it into first gear.
They quickly decide to share the passenger seat, pulling the seatbelt across both of them. Luckily Lisa is fairly skinny and Becky is definitely small enough, that they both fit.
The drive is punctuated by both women trying to be as helpful as possible in giving me directions. I actually find it rather annoying, but drive on, nevertheless.
Parking the car outside a small home, I get out, and then rush around to open their door. Both women look up to me stunned, and I realize that I'd super-speeded again. I'm really going to need to watch that! This time, however, I'm able to associate the energy drain with the action.
Becky stops just outside the door, and seems to hesitate. "I've never brought anybody home like this," she murmurs to me.
"Well, if you're not going to go in and fuck him, I will!" Lisa states and pinches my rear to emphasize her words. This seems to galvanize Becky into action, and she unlocks the door, and pulls me in afterwards.
She pulls me down into a kiss again, but I'm feeling too weak to lift her up this time.
"Damn," Lisa says as she enters the home. "I guess I'll go downstairs, all alone, and entertain myself."
She's ignored by both of us, as we continue to make out, and Becky leads me over to the couch. Somehow Becky's kisses lend me a bit of strength, but it's almost as if I'm a man dying of thirst, and only offered a couple drops of water. My legs strike the couch, and I collapse backwards. The couch is extremely comfortable, and Becky jumps into my lap, not wasting any time with anything frivolous like words.
Her hands are on my cheeks, as she sucks my tongue into her mouth. I dig my hands under the back of her shirt, and enjoy how smooth her small back feels. Finding the back of her bra, I unsnap it on my fourth attempt. I'm really not that experienced at this.
She pulls away long enough to pull her shirt and bra off, and I get my first look at her bare chest. Her areolas are large, actually covering most of her handful-sized tits. They're dark, and stand out starkly against her pale skin.
My mouth goes dry at the sight, and I pull her torso back to me, latching onto one of her oversized nipples. Her fingers dig into the back of my head, as she moans, and grinds her pelvis against mine.
"I don't know what it is about you, but you have me hornier than I've ever been," she breathlessly moans as she pulls at my shirt. There is a light 'popping' noise as her chest pulls away from my sucking maw. I try to latch onto her other nipple as soon as my shirt is off, but she stands up, and begins working at my pants. She isn't as skilled as Angela was at getting them off, but she hasn't had 400 years of experience, either.
As soon as my pants are off (I still haven't put any underwear on), she gasps audibly, and I hear a gasp from the stairway as well. Apparently Lisa's watching us. So much for her entertaining herself. I see the edge of fear creep into Becky's eyes, quickly squashed by determination.
Glancing at my crotch to see what's causing all the fuss, I gasp as well. I'd seen it limp while in the Shadow World, and been surprised at its length. Now that I'm hard as a rock, it's not much longer, but it is fairly thicker. I'm worried this petite little woman won't be able to handle me.
Her little hand wraps around the base of my rod, and she gives it a firm squeeze, before leaning forward, and licking the tip. I can already see that the head is too bulbous to fit inside her tiny mouth, but I still watch in fascination as she tries.