helium

The day was like any other day, warm, sunny and blue.  Bob was returning home from work at his usual 6pm.  He worked like most others, nine-to-five and had a commute.  Bob was an average guy with a wife and two kids; the quintessential husband, father.  Normally he comes home, goes to the bedroom

Wendy and I sat on the floor of my apartment opening bags and packages that we had just acquired from our recent trip to the mall. Wendy bought some nice little outfits that fit her slender little frame. “I really like that,” I said pointing to the knit mock-turtleneck top (in her favorite color red) she held up to herself. “Want to try it on?” she said jokingly knowing I was far from any size relatively close to Petite. “Riiight.

"You know, I've never done it with someone else before." Says Amelia. She nuzzles forward, the abyssal moon is filigree to crown her blushes.

"That's…ballooning, I mean, not…you know"

Your hands intertwine gently as she plays with your fingers. Your elbows rest on the smooth goosebump-puce of her breasts, barely indenting them. Those are a girl's breasts, you keep reminding yourself, Just 5 foot wide and filled with helium.