I like short, petite women.
That's a simple enough thing, right?
Nope.
You see, I'm a tall, brawny guy: seven foot one and 300 lbs. And the women I like are normally in the 4'8" to 5'2" range, and around 100 lbs. Now, don't misunderstand me, I don't date the shorties exclusively, I just find them very attractive.
Why I like 'em short is rather complicated. You see, most girls are too short for me to be face to face with during sex. I can't kiss a girl and be inside her at the same time, and can't 69 with most women. (Although there were these two Scandanavian sisters one time, but I'll save that one for later.) Now, if I can't be on even physical footing with a girl, I like for the size difference to be a bit exaggerated. It allows me to play around in certain ways that I find satisfying.
Yesterday is a perfect example of my "fetish" in action.
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I'm a grad student in Literature at a second-rate American University (is there any other sort?), and in my experience most American schools are so much alike as to be interchangeable. So, let's just say that I attend Yoknapatawpha U.
YU is a fairly conservative campus, officially. Nonetheless, we have a noticeable, if small, populace of free-thinkers, hippies, and other sorts of liberals. For the most part, the liberal populace doesn't have to hide itself from public view. They do, however, tend to restrain themselves somewhat while in public. Frankly, that doesn't bother me. I wish everyone, conservative or liberal, would act with a least a modicum of self-respect while around others.
Once in a rare while, you'll see two girls holding hands as they cross campus, or maybe engaging in a little touching or kissing. You'll also see the occasional student in full "punk" garb. While these people tend to draw some odd looks, they aren't persecuted in any overt way.
Enter Camille.
Cami is exactly the type of girl I go for, physically and otherwise. Five foot one, about 90- 95 lbs. Best of all, she is curvy for her size, yet still very firm-bodied. She has a perfect "hourglass" figure, without being too meaty for her height. Her breasts are somewhat large for her size, and are perfectly round and firm. She has shoulder-length blonde hair that she occasionally dyes to some outrageous color, because she is a bit of a showman, always wanting to do something to get attention. Today, her hair is a sort of Kool-Aid red.
Besides being somewhat of a "punk" chick, Cami also does not hide her attraction to women, nor does she shy away from talking about sex in public. What I like is that she does not flaunt anything, does not try to force her personality on anyone, she simply does not censor herself for having different desires and beliefs than others. To wit, she will flirt openly, will sometimes make lewd comments about passing girls, sometimes complain about a bad lover in public all things that men and straights feel comfortable doing.
There had always been a fairly affectionate tone to our relationship, we always flirted and occasionally groped one another. But, the timing was never quite right for anything to get started between us. I was seeing someone when I met Cami, and she was seeing someone when I became single, and so forth.
That ended yesterday.
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I was sitting on the steps of the Student Union yesterday, Friday, taking a smoke-break during the two-hour interval between my last class and the start of work. A few others were sitting nearby, but I didn't know any of them and so we weren't conversing. I saw Cami approach, and she caught my eye. We kept eye contact while she approached, and I do believe that she saw the desire I felt. She said hello and patted me on the head.
Then, with just a second's hesitation, she sat down sideways on my lap to my surprise. But, being quick on my feet, I wrapped my arms around her and leaned in halfway to her, looking for a kiss. She took the bait and leaned the rest of the way in and kissed me. We held each other in the kiss for a long moment, then broke away.
I like it when women know what they want and will fucking go after it.
