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They met at the Faculty Mixer. Henrietta an Adjunct Professor of English, Lance the Wide Receivers Coach. Ordinarily neither would have attended but the team had a bye week and her fiancé was out of town on a business trip.
She noticed that while he was of no more than average looks he had a quiet self-confidence that was appealing. He noticed that despite a retro Annie Hall look she had very large breasts. Such are the differences between men and women.
As the afternoon waned they found themselves in discussion. A few glasses of wine had them both feeling warm and comfortable. Somehow the talk became a little risqué. In fact it was she that brought up the topic. Afterward she would never be able to recall how it started.
"Well, Ralph, my fiancé, and I agree that size plays no part in it. The motion of the ocean, you know" she declared.
"Well, that may be true," he said. "I have no idea how it is for others. For myself, I find size to be appealing. I admit that I'm a breast man. And I prefer larger to smaller." His gaze darted to her chest before returning to her face.
"You know," she giggled, the wine taking it's toll, "it's is a little unfair. I mean, you can only do so much to avoid unwanted attention if you are chesty. But with guys, well, you never know what you're going to find until you are on the verge of doing 'the deed'!
"Chesty? Is that what you call it? I call it being stacked. And confidentially," he leaned closer, enjoying her perfume, "there really isn't any way you could hide that you are REALLY stacked!"
"Well, it makes no difference," she responded. "Large or small makes no difference in the level of enjoyment for either partner!"
"Oh, I disagree." He looked her in the eyes. "A large endowment can provide stimulus and pleasure that a smaller person could never hope to match!" He sounded so sure of himself.
"Nonsense!" Her fiancé was not well equipped, barely exceeding four inches. And their sex life was just fine!
"And as for 'chesty women', as you put it," he continued as if she had not spoken, "there are more nerves, more areas of sensation to be stimulated which allows for more arousal."
"Again, nonsense, I say." She repeated. "There have been studies that have shown that 'Bigger is Better' is just a myth!" The wine may have helped to embolden her but she did believe what she was saying.
"I beg to differ. In my experience bigger is, in fact, better. Assuming that the people in question are equally adept, the man with the larger member will be able to better satisfy his mate."
"I see, so you claim to have a large member? Is that what you're saying? Braggart. No, better than that; Liar! It's just a line you try to use to pick up gullible women." Her disdain was writ large on her face.
"Things are breaking up here. Why don't you let me drive you home, Henrietta?"
Twenty minutes later they were parked outside her modest rancher.
"Would you like a night cap?" Somewhat to her surprise she was inviting him in.
"Sure, that's great!"
The discussion continued on the sofa as they sipped their drinks.
"Do you really expect me to agree with your male fantasy that bigger is better?" she challenged.
"No, maybe not, but I would expect you to have an open mind. See if you agree or disagree after you have had some experience."
"Hah! I knew it! Just a cheap come on! Well, I'll call your bluff!"
Her hand landed on his thigh without warning. Glancing into his eyes she slowly stroked up toward his crotch.
"Huh, nothing so special," she announced, feeling a little relived as she kept her hand moving northward. Her fiancé's four and a half incher was perfectly adequate she knew.
"Oh, honey," he chuckled. "I dress left, not right."
For a moment she didn't understand what he meant, but then her hand reached his crotch. Under her hand she now felt a tubular shape that led her hand to his left pant leg. Although obviously not erect it did feel thick. Perhaps thicker than her fiancé. No,she had to admit, definitely thicker. And already longer, she found. She felt herself gulp as she explored.
Smiling at her he said nothing as she kept manipulating him through his pants.
"I think you should get a better look," he declared moments later. Standing up he quickly kicked off his shoes and standing in front of her, he pushed his pants and boxers to the floor.
Not so impressive she thought to herself. Although she had to admit that it looked a little bigger than her fiancé's penis. A little longer, a little thicker.
"Well, you're not so big..." she began.
"And I'm not even starting," he responded. Taking her hand he returned it to his member. "Go ahead, Henrietta see if you can make it grow," he challenged. There was a glint in his eyes as he looked down at her as she slowly felt his penis, gently squeezing and moving her hand up and down.
