Jackie's Tale Part III
My name is Jill Tiny
chapter 30
by
copier
· original author:
rainman1131
Her story told, Jackie looked up at Cindy. "That's it. Happy now?"
The tiny girl regretted her harsh tone almost immediately.
Cindy sat rigidly on the bench, staring down at the little brunette sitting on her pack. The larger girl stared fixedly down at Jackie, her face pale and drawn. Jackie watched as a tear appeared at the corner of Cindy's eye, then traced a track down her pretty face.
"Oh, Jackie," the blond girl whispered. "I am so sorry. I...I didn't know. That's so awful, what that woman did to you. How could anybody be so horrible? I...I..." Cindy, beginning to weep in earnest now, was unable to continue. The big girl's chest hitched shakily, and she put her hands to her face.
"Oh, hey," said Jackie softly, standing up on her perch on the pack. "Don't do that, Cindy. Come on, it's okay." The tiny brunette jumped down onto Cindy's thigh, and walked quickly up her leg to her stomach. Jackie grabbed handfuls of Cindy's sweatshirt, and began to climb her way up the giant girl. When she reached her chest, she knelt between Cindy's breasts, still holding the sweatshirt with both hands, and felt for Cindy's bra with her knees, now finding it and bracing her knees against it's edge. Jackie reached a hand up to one giant cheek, neatly catching a rolling tear; she brought the puddle of salty water to herself, and wiped it on her shirt.
"Please don't cry, Cindy," Jackie whispered, patting the big girl's cheek. "I'm okay now. That happened last year, and nothing like it happened again. Don't feel so bad, okay?"
Cindy blinked away some of her tears. "How can I not feel bad about that, Jackie? That horrible woman raped you! We need to go to the police. We-"
"No police."
Cindy stared down her nose at Jackie. "Why not?"
Jackie sighed, closing her eyes. Then she opened them. "You don't understand how it is, Cindy. I'm a little person. Accidents happen to little people all the time. If I told, she'd deny it, like she said. Then she'd find a way to make sure I had an accident."
"But, Jackie-"
Jackie shook her head, smiling sadly. She intercepted another tear that slid down Cindy's cheek. "No, Cindy. Just leave it alone, okay?"
Cindy wiped the last of her own tears away, careful not to knock Jackie from her perch on her chest. "Well, okay, Jackie. If you say so. But I really think-" Then the larger girl looked down at Jackie clinging to the front of her shirt, legs and arms spread in a spider-like crouch. She gaped down in wonder. "What are you, some kind of human fly? How did you get up here so fast, and how are you staying there?"
Jackie grinned, grabbing Cindy's sweatshirt tightly in both hands, then bouncing carelessly up and down, her knees bracing into Cindy's bra. "Oh, I didn't tell you. I'm something of a climber. Me and my family do it sometimes, though I guess the stuff I usually climb would not really be considered mountains, by big people standards."
"Stop that, Jackie!" said Cindy, alarmed. "You'll fall and hurt yourself!"
Laughing, Jackie maintained both handholds, then jumped out with her feet, landing each one neatly on one of Cindy's breasts. "I christen these mountains 'Twin Peaks', and I claim them in the name of Lilliput!"
Startled, Cindy giggled, "Hey stop it! Get off my tits, you little perv!"
Jackie, still laughing, continued bouncing up and down on Cindy's breasts, her little feet pushing down into the soft, yielding flesh. "Yeeehah!" was Jackie's delighted cry, as she ignored the protests of her giant friend.
"Okay," said Cindy, still giggling a little. "That's enough, tiny." The big girl reached a hand out, curling it around Jackie's waist and lifting her away from her face. Jackie continued to laugh and kick her legs playfully for a full minute, then she lay passively in Cindy's grasp, catching her breath.
Finally, as she got her voice back, Jackie said, grinning into her friend's face, "That was fun. You make a nice mountain, Cindy. I want to do the whole climb some time."
Cindy snorted. "In your dreams, Tink."
Jackie laughed quietly, and Cindy joined her.
Both girls smiled, then were silent. As they looked at each other, it occurred to Cindy that, for the first time, Jackie actually appeared to be comfortable in her grasp. The tiny girl lay unconcerned in the prison of flesh, arms propped casually on top of Cindy's finger, legs kicking aimlessly below her fist. Cindy didn't want to break the mood, but felt she had to say something.
"Um...Jackie? What did Jill say when you told her about Mrs. Santori?"
Jackie looked at Cindy as though she were crazy. "Are you kidding? I never told Jill about that. If she knew about that, God, I don't know what she'd do. Jill's a sweet girl, Cindy, but you don't know her like I do. Let's just say, in a case like this, she'd be some kind of avenging angel. She's little, but she'd find a way."
"Really?" asked Cindy doubtfully.
"Really." said Jackie, nodding.
"Hmmm," replied Cindy. She tilted her head. "So why tell me?"
Jackie held up two fingers. "Two reasons. One, you're a marshmallow. You wouldn't hurt a fly, so you wouldn't go after Mrs. Santori." She curled down one of the fingers. "Two," Jackie paused, dropping her eyes to her own chest. "I guess I owe you for the way I've been talking to you, Cindy. You know, calling you names and stuff. I was never mad at you. I just have a kind of knee-jerk reaction to big people in general, and I guess I just wanted you to understand why."
Cindy nodded. "Okay, Jackie, I think I understand now. Thanks for telling me."
"Sure," Jackie replied. "It's going to be dark soon. Best take me home, Kong."
Cindy frowned at Jackie.
"Hey," Jackie said, holding her palms up. "I got to keep at you a little, for appearance sake."
Cindy smirked. "Okay. I'll put you in the pack."
"That's okay. I'll ride the rest of the way in your hands...Cindy."
The larger girl grinned as she stood, slinging the pack onto her shoulder, and clutching Jackie gently against her chest.
On the walk to Jackie's house, the girls talked idly, not discussing anything of particular importance. All the while, Cindy was thinking of something Jackie had said, something about her being a marshmallow. Then her thoughts turned back to Mrs. Santori.
Cindy wondered then, if Jackie could see the thoughts that were swirling through her head right now, would she still think she was a marshmallow?
The tiny girl regretted her harsh tone almost immediately.
Cindy sat rigidly on the bench, staring down at the little brunette sitting on her pack. The larger girl stared fixedly down at Jackie, her face pale and drawn. Jackie watched as a tear appeared at the corner of Cindy's eye, then traced a track down her pretty face.
"Oh, Jackie," the blond girl whispered. "I am so sorry. I...I didn't know. That's so awful, what that woman did to you. How could anybody be so horrible? I...I..." Cindy, beginning to weep in earnest now, was unable to continue. The big girl's chest hitched shakily, and she put her hands to her face.
"Oh, hey," said Jackie softly, standing up on her perch on the pack. "Don't do that, Cindy. Come on, it's okay." The tiny brunette jumped down onto Cindy's thigh, and walked quickly up her leg to her stomach. Jackie grabbed handfuls of Cindy's sweatshirt, and began to climb her way up the giant girl. When she reached her chest, she knelt between Cindy's breasts, still holding the sweatshirt with both hands, and felt for Cindy's bra with her knees, now finding it and bracing her knees against it's edge. Jackie reached a hand up to one giant cheek, neatly catching a rolling tear; she brought the puddle of salty water to herself, and wiped it on her shirt.
"Please don't cry, Cindy," Jackie whispered, patting the big girl's cheek. "I'm okay now. That happened last year, and nothing like it happened again. Don't feel so bad, okay?"
Cindy blinked away some of her tears. "How can I not feel bad about that, Jackie? That horrible woman raped you! We need to go to the police. We-"
"No police."
Cindy stared down her nose at Jackie. "Why not?"
Jackie sighed, closing her eyes. Then she opened them. "You don't understand how it is, Cindy. I'm a little person. Accidents happen to little people all the time. If I told, she'd deny it, like she said. Then she'd find a way to make sure I had an accident."
"But, Jackie-"
Jackie shook her head, smiling sadly. She intercepted another tear that slid down Cindy's cheek. "No, Cindy. Just leave it alone, okay?"
Cindy wiped the last of her own tears away, careful not to knock Jackie from her perch on her chest. "Well, okay, Jackie. If you say so. But I really think-" Then the larger girl looked down at Jackie clinging to the front of her shirt, legs and arms spread in a spider-like crouch. She gaped down in wonder. "What are you, some kind of human fly? How did you get up here so fast, and how are you staying there?"
Jackie grinned, grabbing Cindy's sweatshirt tightly in both hands, then bouncing carelessly up and down, her knees bracing into Cindy's bra. "Oh, I didn't tell you. I'm something of a climber. Me and my family do it sometimes, though I guess the stuff I usually climb would not really be considered mountains, by big people standards."
"Stop that, Jackie!" said Cindy, alarmed. "You'll fall and hurt yourself!"
Laughing, Jackie maintained both handholds, then jumped out with her feet, landing each one neatly on one of Cindy's breasts. "I christen these mountains 'Twin Peaks', and I claim them in the name of Lilliput!"
Startled, Cindy giggled, "Hey stop it! Get off my tits, you little perv!"
Jackie, still laughing, continued bouncing up and down on Cindy's breasts, her little feet pushing down into the soft, yielding flesh. "Yeeehah!" was Jackie's delighted cry, as she ignored the protests of her giant friend.
"Okay," said Cindy, still giggling a little. "That's enough, tiny." The big girl reached a hand out, curling it around Jackie's waist and lifting her away from her face. Jackie continued to laugh and kick her legs playfully for a full minute, then she lay passively in Cindy's grasp, catching her breath.
Finally, as she got her voice back, Jackie said, grinning into her friend's face, "That was fun. You make a nice mountain, Cindy. I want to do the whole climb some time."
Cindy snorted. "In your dreams, Tink."
Jackie laughed quietly, and Cindy joined her.
Both girls smiled, then were silent. As they looked at each other, it occurred to Cindy that, for the first time, Jackie actually appeared to be comfortable in her grasp. The tiny girl lay unconcerned in the prison of flesh, arms propped casually on top of Cindy's finger, legs kicking aimlessly below her fist. Cindy didn't want to break the mood, but felt she had to say something.
"Um...Jackie? What did Jill say when you told her about Mrs. Santori?"
Jackie looked at Cindy as though she were crazy. "Are you kidding? I never told Jill about that. If she knew about that, God, I don't know what she'd do. Jill's a sweet girl, Cindy, but you don't know her like I do. Let's just say, in a case like this, she'd be some kind of avenging angel. She's little, but she'd find a way."
"Really?" asked Cindy doubtfully.
"Really." said Jackie, nodding.
"Hmmm," replied Cindy. She tilted her head. "So why tell me?"
Jackie held up two fingers. "Two reasons. One, you're a marshmallow. You wouldn't hurt a fly, so you wouldn't go after Mrs. Santori." She curled down one of the fingers. "Two," Jackie paused, dropping her eyes to her own chest. "I guess I owe you for the way I've been talking to you, Cindy. You know, calling you names and stuff. I was never mad at you. I just have a kind of knee-jerk reaction to big people in general, and I guess I just wanted you to understand why."
Cindy nodded. "Okay, Jackie, I think I understand now. Thanks for telling me."
"Sure," Jackie replied. "It's going to be dark soon. Best take me home, Kong."
Cindy frowned at Jackie.
"Hey," Jackie said, holding her palms up. "I got to keep at you a little, for appearance sake."
Cindy smirked. "Okay. I'll put you in the pack."
"That's okay. I'll ride the rest of the way in your hands...Cindy."
The larger girl grinned as she stood, slinging the pack onto her shoulder, and clutching Jackie gently against her chest.
On the walk to Jackie's house, the girls talked idly, not discussing anything of particular importance. All the while, Cindy was thinking of something Jackie had said, something about her being a marshmallow. Then her thoughts turned back to Mrs. Santori.
Cindy wondered then, if Jackie could see the thoughts that were swirling through her head right now, would she still think she was a marshmallow?
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