You jump on top of the tip of her shoe, elevated by a light platform coming from the bottom. Before you lied Christina's foot, smooth and white, leading up to her silky legs. A dark line breaking the white skin drew you attention to the side of her foot. Thin, running just above her shoe line, was a tattoo; "In heaven, all the interesting people are missing."
'Edgy' you thought as you began to climb the smooth skin.
Christina had been reading something as you ran to her and it evidently did well to hold her attention. She had yet to feel your small body on her. Shimmying up her thin ankles, you slowed as the difficulty increased along her recently shaven shins. The surface proved impossible to scale with speed. After a few minuets you'd reached just below he kneecap. Apparently this spot was especially sensitive, earning a giggle born of an unexpected and unintentional tickling.
A large shift nearly threw you from Christina. Looking up, you see several cherry painted fingers descending upon you. Secured between her thumb and forefinger, you were lifted up to Christina's face, the book no longer holding her attention. She stared at you for a moment, surprise and humor mingling within her eyes.
"What were you doing on my leg?" She playfully inquired.
You were unsure how to respond. Before you was the girl you'd held a torch for for three years, titanic, gorgeous, and undeniably attractive. Her warm breath enveloped you with every exhale, sweet and intoxicating. You pulled yourself together just enough to respond; "Hey, Christina. I was trying to get your attention."
She giggled again, a charming, light, yet mature ring that echoed in your ears. Her plush glossed lips opened as she spoke, "I figured that much, but how did you get so...small?"
"I really don't know." You reply in earnest.
"Well, me neither." She dismissed. "Has anyone seen you yet?
"No. Just you."
"Ah well, that's sweet. But, I wonder what you're going to do all small in a big world."
In all honesty you wanted to remain with her. Perhaps you have a chance to?
"Would mind if...I stayed with you? I don't really trust anyone else." You ask hesitantly.
"And you trust me?" She covered her genuine curiosity with continued humor. It appeared to be her defense mechanism.
"After all of our talks...yeah I do."
A subtle red flush grew across her cheeks, responding to you sudden candor.
"Um, yeah...I've started to trust you too. So I guess I can look out for you."
"Thank you, Christina! I really appreciate it." It was difficult to hide your elation.
"You're welcome. I guess we should get out of here. It could be dangerous with so many people. ...Where should I keep you?"
Despite yourself, your eyes immediately travel to the wide expanse of white skin within the collar of her sweater. It was technically a dress although it held the appearance of an elongated sweater with an unusual and typically inappropriately deep neckline.
It seemed she didn't notice although the same though happened to occur to her as well.
"Hey, um..."
"Yeah?" You once again find yourself basking in her sweet breath, the moist warmness extremely comforting.
"How comfortable are you with my body?"Her face faintly flushed once again.
"Why?"
"Because I think the safest place for you is, um, here." She gently pulled out her neckline.
"I'm comfortable if you are." You say confidently, subduing your hopes for that outcome.
"I'm glad." A sweet smile revealed her beautifully white teeth. Her features had gained a level of confirmation. "Alright, let's get out of here quick."
With that, she used her free hand to spread her massive breasts apart and lowered you between. Embraced by Christina's soft, plush breasts, you noticed her skin was as hot as it was tender. Her perfume floated strongly about, gliding into your nostrils and feeding your lust for her. The steady rhythm, of her heartbeat reverberated around you, through her perfectly round breasts. The hot cradling of her body lulled you into an orgasmic comfort, a complete sense of safety.
Christina rose from the loose armchair and exited the room. Avoiding the other party goers, she stealthy left through the front door and out to her car at the end of the drive. Entering the vehicle, she closed the door and took a breath of relief.
Looking down at her chest she says, "Alright, we've made it! Do you want to come out or wait until I get home?"
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