Little Man Pretty Girl Ch. 01
Keywords: Ch., Little, Pretty, 01, Girl, Man,
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Why I went to the club I didn't know. I guess it was for something to do. I had been alone for so long that I needed the company of others. Even if they did treat me with disdain I still needed to socialize with other humans.
You see I live alone and I work from home. I do security consultant work for companies that are having trouble with hackers. Recently my work revolted around Identify theft.
I used to work in an office but that was even worse than working alone. Each day I would watch as the women in the office coyly flirted with any man that was around, any man but me. It wasn't because I was homely or because I had a disfigurement.
It didn't have anything to do with my physical looks as much as my size. You see my growth had came to a sudden stop when I was thirteen years old. At the time I stood five foot two inches tall and thirteen years later my height had not changed. What was even worse I couldn't put on anymore weight than the eighty-nine pounds I weighed then.
I always wished I had looked more like my father. He stood well over six feet tall and weighed an impressive two hundred and fifty pounds of rock hard solid muscle. Well at lease that was what my mother told me. I never knew my father he was killed by a drunk driver when I was only two years old. I know my mother loved him very much and she stayed faithful to him for five years after his death. That was when my Aunt Betty came into the picture.
As far back as I could remember my mother was a fitness fanatic. I later learned that she would constantly exercise so when she went to bed at night she was exhausted. This caused her to sleep through the night and not wake up crying at the loss of her beloved husband.
When I was able to go to school my mother thought it was time that she did something with her life as well. Not that she needed to work as my father had been very responsible before he died and took out several life insurance polices. When all the insurance polices were paid off my mother received well over three million dollars. My mother had a degree in business management and took an offer as manager of a local health club.
Six months after my mother took the job at the heath club Aunt Betty moved into our guestroom. I'm sure that in the beginning they're relationship was purely platonic but with in a few months they were sleeping in the same bed.
At the age of seven years old this did not effect me. My beautiful mother doted on me, as did my equally beautiful Aunt. What more could a boy want. My mother of cause treated me like her son but so did Aunt Betty and I treated them both like they gave birth to me.
But here in lies one of my problems. You see most boys, whether they like to admit it or not are physically attracted to women that resemble their own mother. I unfortunately am attracted to women that look like my Aunt Betty. My life might be better if I was attracted to women that resemble my real mother.
You see my real mother and I look very similar to each other in fact once we were asked if we were sisters. I have the same fair skin as my mother. We are also the same height. We weight nearly the same the last time we checked and our hair and eye color is the same. I've been told by some that I am the spiting image of my mother.
Aunt Betty on the other hand is very different. She is almost six feet tall and very slim. She has large breasts that overflow her D cup bras. Her legs are very long and well muscled. She is what men think of when they refer to women as amazons. I know in my heart that women that look like my Aunt are unattainable to men like me but I still crave them.
I have tried dating women that were smaller then me, but those women are hard to find and they seek men that are taller and look manlier than I do. Even when I have found a shorter woman that would go out with me my other problem rears its ugly head.
You see being a small man has also had an affect on my manhood. My penis when hard is only three inches long and as thick as a quarter. When the few dates I have been able to get in my bed saw it several of them laughed outright while others told me that they needed a bigger penis to satisfy them. Only one or two were kind enough to not mention my size as a reason to break up with me. But I knew why they broke up with me.
As you could imagine this left me quite jaded when it came to women though I could never turn to men for sex. Not that I had anything against gay men, As my mother was quite active in the lesbian community and I would be brought to many of the gay pride events as a youngster. I found most gay men fun to be around but I never found them to be sexually attractive at all.
Seeing any possibility of having an active sex life as more or less a joke I retreated into my computer at a very young age. I found computers to be my forte. I was enthralled with their workings and spent hour after hour in front of one. When the Internet came along I was instantly hooked on it, as it didn't matter how big you were as long as you could punch keys on the keyboard you could get around quite nicely.
At first I tried out the chat rooms like everyone else but they left me feeling empty. It was in one of these chat rooms that I got my first taste at hacking. I found that I was quite good at it and I could get into any system I chose to. I didn't do any damage or steal any thing of value. I just loved the challenge of getting in. I was careful not to leave any thing that could lead the authorities to me so I never got caught. That's how I got my first job but instead of hacking into a company I developed safeguards so others couldn't hack into them.
This was why I came to this club. It had been several months since I was out amongst other people in a social setting and once again I craved other people around me. I needed their closeness and their smells as if to say to me that there were other people out there looking for the same thing I was.
The club was in an old warehouse district that at one time, a long time ago was filled with crates filled with everything a big city needed to survive. Once the transportation system grew and the city could be supplied from the outside. Areas like these highly expensive and highly taxed warehouses were no longer needed. They were bought up by enterprising entrepreneurs and turned into night clubs and loft apartments for the young and wealthy.
It was my first time to this club, as I very rarely went to the same one twice. As usual I had to show my ID as I entered seeing I never looked my age. Once inside I looked around and saw that for it's size there were very few people in the club. There were only twenty or so people of which most of them were women. Seeing this was a Thursday night I thought it was unusual. You would think there would be more men around with this many free women.
As my eyes surveyed the room I saw standing just inside the door what could only be my image of my perfect woman. She was tall almost six foot in height. She had long shapely athletic legs encased in shear hose atop four-inch high-heeled shoes. Her upper legs were wrapped in her electric blue Lycra mini-skirt that left half her thighs exposed. Her flat hard tummy was bared so one could see the diamond pendant that was pierced though her navel. Her matching top was tight around her large breasts and her nipples were poking though the material. Her face was beautiful and her makeup accented her features perfectly. On top of her head was a mane of golden blond hair that cascaded down to mid back.
She was everything I wanted in a woman and everything I knew I could never have. Even as she stared back at me I turned and walked away toward the bar. I wanted one drink before I went back to my apartment in despair.
I climbed up on to a barstool and ordered a double scotch on the rocks. I waited for the bar tender to ask for my ID but she didn't ask. I'm sure she knew I was carded when I came into the club. As my drink was poured I placed a twenty on the bar to cover the cost.
From behind me I heard a sweet sultry voice say, "Nancy that one's on me and I'll take my usual." When I turned to see who just bought me a drink I saw my Amazon beauty smiling down at me as she asked, "You don't mind if I pay for that do you?"
What could I say, well really I couldn't say anything as my tongue was tied in knots. I barely shook my head no as I watched her slip onto the barstool next to mine. Her smile never left her face as she held out her hand and said, "My names Janie Michaels."
I took her hand gently and said in a horse whisper, "Jerry Adams."
Janie smiled and asked, "Is this your first time here? I don't think I ever seen you here before. I'm sure I would remember someone as cute as you."
Cute! I hated the word cute when some one was using it to describe me. But for some reason I didn't mind that Janie was using it. But then again I could care less if she called me a pig as long as she kept smiling at me.
Janie and I talked for a few minutes at the bar before moving to a secluded booth. We continued to talk for the next three hours on every subject you could think of. She was very intelligent and we had a lot in common, from losing our fathers at an early age to working in the computer industry.
Janie was a system analyst but instead of working for a company she was a freelancer who did work for several smaller companies when they needed her. Apparently she did quite well as she had several other analysts working for her and they all did pretty well monetarily.
At two in the morning Janie leaned over and kissed me on the lips before asking, "Would you like to come and see my apartment? It's just a few blocks away."
Her kiss was so sweet it made my head spin and my toes curl. There was no way I was going to say no. The fact that I was ill equipped to satisfied this lovely creature wouldn't have stopped me, though at the time my short comings was the furthest thing from my mind.
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Keywords: Ch., Little, Pretty, 01, Girl, Man,