Childhood Crush (Part One)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
A few seconds of quiet passed, and then Sophie began tapping her chin, and exaggeratedly cute frown on her face. “So, like…you haven’t ever really been around girls? Like, outside of your mom and that meanie aunt? And Cassie, of course.”
Maddie shared a similar sentiment. “Yeah, that’s a good point. How sheltered were you, dude?”
This gave you pause. “Huh. Well, you’re pretty much right. My mom was the only woman I encountered on a daily basis. Tara was around a lot, and I had a few cousins I could talk about later if you wanted me to. My mom’s neighbors were good friends, so they’d be around from time to time. But yeah, any other experience was purely accidental.”
“Accidental?” Maddie inquired.
You ran your hands through your air. “Yeah…accidental. Like my mom stepping on me and taking me with her to work, where I end up under her boss’s butt. Or when her neighbor doesn’t notice me when she sits, I end up stuck to her as she walks back to her house. Twice I’ve been stomped on by a girl jogging by while helping my mom with her garden outside, carried for a few miles in her treads before peeling off onto the sidewalk.”
Kimberly leaned back in her chair. “Tough situations, but hard work pays off. I can see how resilient you are today.” She paused. “Strange how small your circle of true relationships is. Your mom coddled you quite a bit, it seems.”
You shook your head. “Well, only when I was very little. By the time I was around ten, she actually…” You trailed off, and long vanished memories bubbled back up the surface of your mind. Bright blue eyes, brilliant golden hair, milky white and creamy smooth skin, a heartwarming smile. June. You hadn’t thought about her in nearly ten years.
Returning to the present, you cleared your throat. “Uh, actually, there was one girl who I interacted with pretty frequently. From when I was around ten until fourteen, my mom started going out with friends and Tara more often. However, she’d leave a babysitter with me. One of her good friends had a teenaged daughter who’d taken and passed an official childcare certification program, so she brought her over to watch me.”
Cassie looked at you in surprise. “Really? You’ve never mentioned her before.”
“I just remembered her.” You admitted. “Her name was June, and she was actually…my first crush.”
(FLASHBACK BEGIN)
You barely knew where to look or where to think when you first laid eyes on June. After being let in the front door by your mother, she had strolled over to the table you were standing on to introduce herself to you. Leaning forward slightly, she smiled brightly and extended the index finger of her left hand for a handshake. At 5’10”, she towered over you. At this point in time, you were only around six or seven inches tall.
Her voice was that of an angel’s, and her shining, beautiful face absolutely entranced you. The way her plush lips curved as she smiled, the faint blush in her cheeks, and the glow of her blue eyes. You were just stepping one foot into the turbulent whirlwind of puberty, and had begun to take a closer interest in girls. Being ten years old though, you were quiet, introverted, and painfully shy, and June’s presence only overwhelmed you further.
Equally overwhelming was June’s more feminine aspects. As mentioned, you were only just beginning to notice girls in a romantic manner, and June was stunning from your perspective. At sixteen, June herself was still a growing girl, but that hardly diminished her appeal. Her modest breasts, lean frame, long legs, and cute butt were amazing, and she showed all the signs of only growing more attractive each day.
“Hi there! You must be Jake.” June practically cooed. “You’re just the handsomest boy, aren’t you? My name is June, and I’ll take great care of you tonight, we’ll have so much fun!”
Your body tingled with an incredible feeling of warmth as she spoke, the faintest hint of strawberry mouthwash flowing down from her face as she talked, washing over you. Your eyes flicked wildly from her face to her body, trying to wrestle with your thoughts. June was wearing a frilly pink blouse that showed just a bit of cleavage and an inch or two of her midriff, and black short shorts. She seemed to take no notice of the effect she was having on you.
Your mom was oblivious too, and she merely called from the door. “Take care, Jake! You’ll be asleep when I get home, so I’ll see you in the morning!” She blew you a kiss over June’s shoulder, then left, closing the door behind her.
June had glanced to your mom as she left, and when the door closed, her alluring stare was right back at you, perfect face still smiling. Almost in a trance, you grabbed June’s hand and shook it, eliciting a small squeal from the teenaged giantess.
“Okay, Jake! What would you like to do tonight? It’s only about three o’clock, so we have time until dinner.” June inquired, now looking at you pensively. She lightly bit her lower lip, and the sight drove another wave of confused emotions through your body.
Barely managing to string together a sentence in your head, you responded quietly. “I like…video games.”
June brightened. “Oh, sweet! Let’s play some then!” With delicate precision, June scooped you up into her outstretched palms, then carefully carried you across the room to the couch. Sitting down on one half of the couch, she let you rest beside her on the other half. She rested her hand beside you and looked down at you. “Anything in particular you want to play? This night is all about you, buddy! Let’s have fun with it!”
You wanted to answer, but then June began absentmindedly tapping her finger, perfectly manicured digit rapping against the couch cushion right in front of you. You watched in rise and fall, rise and fall, lost in the rhythm. The red painted fingernail was expertly polished, almost gleaming in the light. Your heart ached. Why was this girl so perfect? Had girls always been so beautiful and attractive?
Interpreting your silence as either indecision or anxiety, June smiled softly. “Hey, no worries. I know hanging out with strangers can be tough, but I swear on my life I’ll look out for you, okay? I won’t hurt you. I can also pick the first game, if you want.”
June leaned forward, standing up a bit to grab a game off the shelf your TV rested on. As she rose, your gaze, quite shamefully, zoned right in on her cute, modestly sized rear end. Her short shorts hugged her flesh tightly, enhancing her shapely rear wonderfully. You could just see the bottom of her cheeks poking out from beneath her short shorts cutoff. For the first time in your life, an ass wasn’t a sight to scream and run at, and this really made you conflicted.
Of course, you were reminded of your life a second later, as June slid a copy of “Extreme Karting” into your game console and sat back down. She wasn’t anywhere near sitting on you, but the sight of her booty slamming back onto the couch, the reverberation actually knocking you on your back reminding you just how small you were to someone like her. She was a goddess to you, both in terms of her beauty and her power over you.
Oblivious to everything happening in your head, June picked up the nearest controller and then looked at you. “So, Jake, how do you play? Do you need a controller like this, or something special? I imagine hitting all the buttons might be hard for you on a control like mine.” Tactfully, June refrained from calling her controller ‘normal’, or referring to you as ‘little guy’ or ‘short stuff’, as Aunt Tara did at every opportunity.
You shook your head at June’s question. Voice barely a whisper, you replied. “No, I have a cool controller, so small it fits in my hands. Well, I USED to…but my mom snapped it in two when she laid down for a nap last week.” You sighed. “The new one is still coming.”
June gasped. “Aw. Sorry to hear that, Jake.” The titaness frowned. “That’s a bummer.”
“You can just play. I’ll watch.” You sat down and folded your arms across your chest.
The golden-haired giantess clicked her tongue. “That won’t do, Jake. I can’t sit here and have playing this game without you beside me!” She fiddled with a strand of her long hair. “How about this? Give me a round or two around the track to figure out the controls, and then we can play together on the same controller. I’ll use one half, and you can use the other half!”
Her plan was genius, and you were taken aback by her sincerity and genuine care towards you. Face burning bright red, you averted your gaze as you nodded. “O-okay…sounds fun. Can you also turn off the lights” You asked, trying to sound inconspicuous. You didn’t want the teenaged girl to spot your furiously blushing face.
“Sure thing!” June grinned, leaning off the side of the couch to just barely flick off the rooms light switch. The room plunged into darkness, quickly remedied by June turning the TV on. The title screen for “Extreme Karting” flashed onto the screen, and June looked at you once more. “Now, don’t laugh, but I can get a bit into video games. I really get invested in everything on screen, so don’t make fun of me if I do anything silly, okay?” She stuck out her tongue and made a funny face, prompting a small laugh from you.
Maddie shared a similar sentiment. “Yeah, that’s a good point. How sheltered were you, dude?”
This gave you pause. “Huh. Well, you’re pretty much right. My mom was the only woman I encountered on a daily basis. Tara was around a lot, and I had a few cousins I could talk about later if you wanted me to. My mom’s neighbors were good friends, so they’d be around from time to time. But yeah, any other experience was purely accidental.”
“Accidental?” Maddie inquired.
You ran your hands through your air. “Yeah…accidental. Like my mom stepping on me and taking me with her to work, where I end up under her boss’s butt. Or when her neighbor doesn’t notice me when she sits, I end up stuck to her as she walks back to her house. Twice I’ve been stomped on by a girl jogging by while helping my mom with her garden outside, carried for a few miles in her treads before peeling off onto the sidewalk.”
Kimberly leaned back in her chair. “Tough situations, but hard work pays off. I can see how resilient you are today.” She paused. “Strange how small your circle of true relationships is. Your mom coddled you quite a bit, it seems.”
You shook your head. “Well, only when I was very little. By the time I was around ten, she actually…” You trailed off, and long vanished memories bubbled back up the surface of your mind. Bright blue eyes, brilliant golden hair, milky white and creamy smooth skin, a heartwarming smile. June. You hadn’t thought about her in nearly ten years.
Returning to the present, you cleared your throat. “Uh, actually, there was one girl who I interacted with pretty frequently. From when I was around ten until fourteen, my mom started going out with friends and Tara more often. However, she’d leave a babysitter with me. One of her good friends had a teenaged daughter who’d taken and passed an official childcare certification program, so she brought her over to watch me.”
Cassie looked at you in surprise. “Really? You’ve never mentioned her before.”
“I just remembered her.” You admitted. “Her name was June, and she was actually…my first crush.”
(FLASHBACK BEGIN)
You barely knew where to look or where to think when you first laid eyes on June. After being let in the front door by your mother, she had strolled over to the table you were standing on to introduce herself to you. Leaning forward slightly, she smiled brightly and extended the index finger of her left hand for a handshake. At 5’10”, she towered over you. At this point in time, you were only around six or seven inches tall.
Her voice was that of an angel’s, and her shining, beautiful face absolutely entranced you. The way her plush lips curved as she smiled, the faint blush in her cheeks, and the glow of her blue eyes. You were just stepping one foot into the turbulent whirlwind of puberty, and had begun to take a closer interest in girls. Being ten years old though, you were quiet, introverted, and painfully shy, and June’s presence only overwhelmed you further.
Equally overwhelming was June’s more feminine aspects. As mentioned, you were only just beginning to notice girls in a romantic manner, and June was stunning from your perspective. At sixteen, June herself was still a growing girl, but that hardly diminished her appeal. Her modest breasts, lean frame, long legs, and cute butt were amazing, and she showed all the signs of only growing more attractive each day.
“Hi there! You must be Jake.” June practically cooed. “You’re just the handsomest boy, aren’t you? My name is June, and I’ll take great care of you tonight, we’ll have so much fun!”
Your body tingled with an incredible feeling of warmth as she spoke, the faintest hint of strawberry mouthwash flowing down from her face as she talked, washing over you. Your eyes flicked wildly from her face to her body, trying to wrestle with your thoughts. June was wearing a frilly pink blouse that showed just a bit of cleavage and an inch or two of her midriff, and black short shorts. She seemed to take no notice of the effect she was having on you.
Your mom was oblivious too, and she merely called from the door. “Take care, Jake! You’ll be asleep when I get home, so I’ll see you in the morning!” She blew you a kiss over June’s shoulder, then left, closing the door behind her.
June had glanced to your mom as she left, and when the door closed, her alluring stare was right back at you, perfect face still smiling. Almost in a trance, you grabbed June’s hand and shook it, eliciting a small squeal from the teenaged giantess.
“Okay, Jake! What would you like to do tonight? It’s only about three o’clock, so we have time until dinner.” June inquired, now looking at you pensively. She lightly bit her lower lip, and the sight drove another wave of confused emotions through your body.
Barely managing to string together a sentence in your head, you responded quietly. “I like…video games.”
June brightened. “Oh, sweet! Let’s play some then!” With delicate precision, June scooped you up into her outstretched palms, then carefully carried you across the room to the couch. Sitting down on one half of the couch, she let you rest beside her on the other half. She rested her hand beside you and looked down at you. “Anything in particular you want to play? This night is all about you, buddy! Let’s have fun with it!”
You wanted to answer, but then June began absentmindedly tapping her finger, perfectly manicured digit rapping against the couch cushion right in front of you. You watched in rise and fall, rise and fall, lost in the rhythm. The red painted fingernail was expertly polished, almost gleaming in the light. Your heart ached. Why was this girl so perfect? Had girls always been so beautiful and attractive?
Interpreting your silence as either indecision or anxiety, June smiled softly. “Hey, no worries. I know hanging out with strangers can be tough, but I swear on my life I’ll look out for you, okay? I won’t hurt you. I can also pick the first game, if you want.”
June leaned forward, standing up a bit to grab a game off the shelf your TV rested on. As she rose, your gaze, quite shamefully, zoned right in on her cute, modestly sized rear end. Her short shorts hugged her flesh tightly, enhancing her shapely rear wonderfully. You could just see the bottom of her cheeks poking out from beneath her short shorts cutoff. For the first time in your life, an ass wasn’t a sight to scream and run at, and this really made you conflicted.
Of course, you were reminded of your life a second later, as June slid a copy of “Extreme Karting” into your game console and sat back down. She wasn’t anywhere near sitting on you, but the sight of her booty slamming back onto the couch, the reverberation actually knocking you on your back reminding you just how small you were to someone like her. She was a goddess to you, both in terms of her beauty and her power over you.
Oblivious to everything happening in your head, June picked up the nearest controller and then looked at you. “So, Jake, how do you play? Do you need a controller like this, or something special? I imagine hitting all the buttons might be hard for you on a control like mine.” Tactfully, June refrained from calling her controller ‘normal’, or referring to you as ‘little guy’ or ‘short stuff’, as Aunt Tara did at every opportunity.
You shook your head at June’s question. Voice barely a whisper, you replied. “No, I have a cool controller, so small it fits in my hands. Well, I USED to…but my mom snapped it in two when she laid down for a nap last week.” You sighed. “The new one is still coming.”
June gasped. “Aw. Sorry to hear that, Jake.” The titaness frowned. “That’s a bummer.”
“You can just play. I’ll watch.” You sat down and folded your arms across your chest.
The golden-haired giantess clicked her tongue. “That won’t do, Jake. I can’t sit here and have playing this game without you beside me!” She fiddled with a strand of her long hair. “How about this? Give me a round or two around the track to figure out the controls, and then we can play together on the same controller. I’ll use one half, and you can use the other half!”
Her plan was genius, and you were taken aback by her sincerity and genuine care towards you. Face burning bright red, you averted your gaze as you nodded. “O-okay…sounds fun. Can you also turn off the lights” You asked, trying to sound inconspicuous. You didn’t want the teenaged girl to spot your furiously blushing face.
“Sure thing!” June grinned, leaning off the side of the couch to just barely flick off the rooms light switch. The room plunged into darkness, quickly remedied by June turning the TV on. The title screen for “Extreme Karting” flashed onto the screen, and June looked at you once more. “Now, don’t laugh, but I can get a bit into video games. I really get invested in everything on screen, so don’t make fun of me if I do anything silly, okay?” She stuck out her tongue and made a funny face, prompting a small laugh from you.
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