Being Petite Doesn't Make You Any Less Of A Woman

We were at a movie night with a few friends, having a good time. It was winter, so we'd regularly meet up for movies or board games. The popcorn was popping, and the beers were ice cold.

We all settled in and started the movie, which was about some lifeguards. It wasn't a very good movie, so we were all cracking jokes and enjoying how bad it was. That is, until the jokes turned on a particularly flat-chested lifeguard.

"She's so flat she hardly even looks like a woman; this chick looks like a 12-year-old boy!" My friend John laughed.

"Bro, if she had any smaller tits, her chest would actually cave inwards." Added Steve, and all the guys roared with laughter.

They kept making jokes like that, and it was making me feel smaller and smaller. I also had small tits, which I'd never been embarrassed about until now. They weren't mocking me directly, but they may as well have been. When the movie was over, I nudged my boyfriend Alan to let him know I was ready to head home.

In the car, Alan asked me: "Are you okay? It seems like something's bothering you."

"I just felt really small, the way they were mocking that lifeguard… I'm also kinda flat, but now I feel like a joke. I feel so unattractive." I explained, tears filling my eyes.

He squeezed my hand. "They're assholes, Mel. They don't know what they're talking about. You're the most beautiful woman I know. Being petite doesn't make you any less of a woman. And you're sexy, too. You literally turn me on just by looking at me. I'm getting hard now." He said and looked down at his growing hard-on.

"You think I'm beautiful?" I asked.

"Well, he certainly does." Alan said while gesturing at his hard cock.

"Thank you." I whispered to Alan and continued: "Maybe when we get home, I'll thank him too." Alan got us home in record time after that.

I sat on the kitchen counter, and Alan was standing by me, holding my hand and playing with my fingers as he spoke.

"Okay, so you're not everyone's cup of tea, but would you even want to be? I don't think I am either. That doesn't mean we're not hot. Put me in a room full of naked petite women, and I'd be in heaven. Or just give me one gorgeous petite woman, preferably perched on my kitchen counter, and I'm the happiest man on the planet." He kissed me.

His kiss moved to my neck, his hand sliding up my nylon tights over my thigh and under my skirt. I felt myself getting wet. Neck kisses are my weakness. He gently pressed my clit, rubbing small circles through layers of tights and underwear, and then brought his hands up to pinch my erect nipples. They were straining against my sweater, and I let out a small moan.

I pulled off my sweater as he pulled down my tights and skirt before attacking my hot pussy with his tongue. He licked my lips and sucked on my clit, wet sounds filling the room. I played with my tits, feeling my hard nipples and twisting them as he worked on my wet hole.

When he came up and gave me a kiss, I felt his erection pressing against me. That reminded me. 

"I still need to thank your friend here." I whispered, hopping off the counter and pulling down his pants, freeing his huge cock. I gave him a sensual blowjob, sucking the head and massaging his balls, then taking him into my throat as deep as he could go.

"Jerk me off, baby." He asked, and I obliged, switching to pleasuring him with my hands. My hands could just barely fit around his cock, as I stroked him. His groans filled the air as my hands worked on him, stroking faster and faster.

"I'm gonna cum!" He gasped, and I aimed his cock at my chest area. He exploded, shooting ropes of sticky cum on my tits. I sucked the last bit of cum out of him and felt him start getting hard again.

Once he was hard, I stood up and leaned over the dining room table. He came behind me and spanked my tight ass, then kissed my neck while guiding his cock to my pussy. He gently inserted it, making me moan. I rubbed my clit as he pushed it deeper into me. His hand came to my tits and started squeezing and twisting my nipples, and he started thrusting.

The sex sounds filled the room again, louder this time: the wetness of him inside me, me moaning, his balls slapping against me as he fucked me faster and faster, occasional slaps of his hand spanking me. My moans turned to screams as I felt myself go over the edge, and I could do nothing but hold onto the table to support my weight, my legs turning to jelly. He kept thrusting as he reached climax, too, squirting his seed inside me and grunting, panting as he slowed down and stopped.

He lifted me in his arms and carried me to the bed, settling me and then joining me for some cuddles. He kissed my forehead and nuzzled into my hair, stroking my arm gently.

"Next time they start making jokes like that, I'll kick their asses." He whispered.

"As long as you make me cum like that again, I wouldn't even mind if they started making the jokes directly about me." I said, still basking in the post-orgasm glow.

"That's a given; I'll always make you cum like that, babe. But I'm still going to make them stop. You're beautiful, and being smaller doesn't detract from that. You're perfect." He said and rolled over to start kissing me again.