Male Inflation

Lori winked to the other two young women. "Watch this." Stepping onto the path she walked through the park, stopping in front of a sandy-haired blond in a button-up shirt and cargo pants. "Hey Scott.  You ready?"

"Sure," Scott replied, standing. "But what took you so long?"

"Oh, you know," she said, trying to sound casual. "I was distracted."

"By what?"

"Well..." She suppressed a smile. "There was this really big blimp flying overhead."

"It couldn't have been -that- big."

"No, it was pretty big."

The young woman was confident, the young man nervous.  She, tall, red-haired and freckled in a crop top, jeans, and sandals with a duffel bag over her shoulder; he, a tanned brunet, in deep blue swim pants, being lead along by her by a long leash connected to a collar.  They did, naturally, draw attention from others in the park, if not when they appeared than when they stopped, in the middle of the widest expanse of grass.

Nic was all alone. All alone in a big house. The only entertainment in this big house was the TV and the computer. He was house-sitting for a family that was away for the week, and that family was due back the next day. The job was easy, just be at the house and take care of the place, so needless to say, he was kind of bored. What he wanted to be doing was his girlfriend, but she lived in the next city over, and couldn't dive yet. Any time that worked for them would be taken up by driving to see each other. He just wanted to see his girlfriend like most other 18 year olds.