This story can only be found bundled with the Erotic Novella “Locker Room Fantasy”
Norman was well liked in college, he had many talents that people appreciated, but of all the things that made him stand out from the crowd, the one that stood out the most was his height. Norman stood at seven foot and ten inches, and held the country’s record for the tallest man. Being just eighteen, it hadn’t always been a blessing, for he could remember the times when he’d bashed his head against doorframes vividly.
He excelled at some sports such as basketball, and academically he was no slouch, the only area that let him down however was with the opposite sex, he was quite frankly hopeless. He just didn’t know how to communicate, and on the rare occasions that he built up enough courage to talk to a female, he generally fluffed his lines.
What Norman didn’t know, was that a certain female whose name was Anna had admired him for some time now, she knew how the opposite sex affected him. She so wanted to get him alone for just a short while, and tried everything she could think of to bring him out of his shell. Then she had an idea; she reasoned that if a frontal attack wouldn’t work then how about a friendly approach.
She would become his friend, in the hopes that he would feel a little more comfortable around girls, but especially with her. Over the coming weeks, whenever she bumped into him by accident or design, she would talk to him as a friend. This seemed to work, for the more they met and chatted the more he felt comfortable, but he still wasn’t showing much interest in her feminine side.
Then one day they were together at one of the many parties that were held on campus, this was the perfect opportunity for Anna to dress up a little, just to show him what he was missing. She wore a low cut tight fitting dress, that showed her curves in all the right places, wore a perfume that always turned heads and ruby red lipstick just for the finishing touch.
She felt dressed and ready to kill, as the saying goes. She knew she’d got it right when she entered the room, for suddenly all heads were turned towards her. She made a beeline for Norman, who at this moment had his back to her. Reaching up and tapping him on the shoulder, then asking if he was going to get her a drink, she waited for him to notice her.
When he did his mouth stayed slightly open, looking her up and down then blushing out the words, what would you like? She told him she’d have whatever brews that were floating around, knowing that someone would have several cases stashed somewhere in the house. They chatted for quite sometime that night, with Anna making sure she didn’t have too much drink, and then when others seemed to be pairing up and going off to do their thing, she asked him a question.
“Norman, why have you never hit on me?”
“I would never hit a lady,” he replied, in all innocence.
“No silly, I mean why have you never come on to me, you know, try to kiss me?”
Whether it was the drink he’d consumed, or the closeness he now felt for Anna he uncharacteristically opened up.
“I have wanted to for a long time, but as you know I’m not that good around women, I’ve tried to work on my communication skills or lack there of, but it has been my hardest lesson.”
“Kiss me Norman,” she suddenly said, taking him by surprise.
He leaned forward and down being a good two-foot above her, then touched her lips with his own. She flung her hands around his neck, giving him a good hard kiss that seemed to make him melt, for suddenly his hands were around her waist and squeezing in an affectionate way. Their kiss became softer, with their lips barely touching, and time seemed to freeze for those few seconds.
She pulled her head away, looking up into his eyes she then whispered something, to which he just nodded. Anna took his hand leading him up the stairs, then looked for an empty room. Once they’d found one she locked the door, and turned to her captive audience.
“I’m feeling very nervous at this moment Anna, I’ve never done this before,” he admitted.
“I know, just relax Norman, I promise you won’t regret it,” she replied, starting to undress in front of him.
He watched as she expertly slipped out of her dress, stepping out of it and leaving it on the floor, her body a beautiful tanned and voluptuous sculpture that even God would be proud to see. The bulge appearing in Norman’s pants was becoming more than evident, as she removed her bra, allowing her ample breasts to bob up and down slightly as they were freed.