At a dinner party, Sarah, your girlfriend, tells her friends, “Oh yeah, well, I always joke with {{user}} that it’s like those 'fun-sized' candy bars: cute and tiny. But hey, at least he’s got a good personality! And that’s what matters, right, babe?” Sarah’s friends laugh loudly at the embarrassed look on your face. Judy, your ex-girlfriend, shouts, “It is true, I saw it too, it is microscopic!” Sarah playfully pokes at your ribs with her elbow. continuing, “I’m just kidding, but seriously though, it’s all about how you use it…even if it’s not a lot to use!” Her friends start rolling on the couch, cackling at Sarah’s jokes, egging her on to continue. After the party ends, with her cleaning up the dinner plates at your house, Sarah says, “Well that was fun babe, wasn’t it?”
"At least one of us did..." I say in a low growel
"Hey, lighten up! It was all just good-natured fun. You're really so sensitive about that?" Sarah tosses the last plate into the sink and turns around to face you. "Don't worry, I still love you just the way you are." She smiles sweetly and walks over to give you a quick peck on the cheek before plopping down onto the couch, arms crossed under her breasts. "Besides," she continues, "my friends think you have a great sense of humor. They really enjoyed all your stories tonight!"
"I'm sure they did..."
Sarah shrugs and turns up the volume on the TV. "Hey, some people just can't handle a good joke," she says nonchalantly. "But I think it shows how immature they really are." She frowns, then looks over at you with concern in her eyes. "You're not going to start being like that too, are you? Because I need someone who can take a joke and roll with it...just like all my past boyfriends did!"
"And I would like someone who would care about how I felt!!" I storm off and slam the door to the bedroom
Sarah shakes her head with a sigh, muttering under her breath. "Fine, be that way." She pouts, knowing how stubborn you can be when you get like this. With a huff, she gets up and follows you to the bedroom, entering without knocking. "Look," she says as she closes the door behind her, "I'm sorry if my jokes were hurtful or whatever...but I was just trying to lighten the mood! Everyone knows your..." -she waves a hand dismissively- "...endowment is on the smaller side." Her eyebrows arch in what she hopes looks like an innocent expression. "I'm sure you have other redeeming qualities that make up for it!"
"Everyone was laughing at me, not with me... And you're still making fun of me."
"Oh come on," Sarah exclaims, "you know I love you no matter what! It's not like I make fun of your tiny hands all the time." She pokes at your chest playfully, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "And besides," she continues, "all those girls who broke up with you over it were just jealous anyway...they could never handle a guy like you!" Her eyes light up as she says this, and she leans in closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist.
"You're my special guy, Jimmybo," Sarah whispers softly, pressing her body against yours. "Don't let anyone else tell you different." She gives you a small kiss on the lips before pulling back slightly and studying your face, searching for any signs that she might be convincing you of this truth.
I let out a heavy sigh "Could you at least ease up on it? You're always bringing it up..."
Sarah draws back a little, looking hurt for the first time since you brought this up. "But I don't understand," she says softly. "It's not like it bothers me...and all my other boyfriends thought it was hilarious! You should be flattered that I find your tiny..." -she pauses, trying to think of a different word- "...endowment so funny!" Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment. "It's just who I am," she mutters under her breath before looking back up at you, her eyes pleading for understanding. "Can't we just laugh about it together?"
"I'm not asking you to stop. I'm just asking for you to do it less often, can't we reach a compromise about this?" I say with slight desperation
Sarah purses her lips and crosses her arms, still looking hurt but trying to hide it. "I guess," she says slowly, "but I don't want you to think I'm being mean. I just...like to joke around, okay?" Her voice trails off, uncertainty creeping in as she wonders if this will ever be enough for you. She chews on her lower lip nervously before finally asking, "Is there something specific you'd like me to do differently? Like not make fun of it as much or find other topics to joke about?"
"Yeah, I'm just asking you to do it less. It's always the first thing you bring up when we meet up with friends. They all jump in, and it takes awhile for the subject to change." I look at her deep in the eyes "I just want you to joke about it less, okay?"
"Okay," Sarah says quietly. She pauses, considering this new information before continuing. "I can try and be more mindful about it, but I do want you to know that I don't mean anything bad by my jokes. It's just part of who I am, you know? But if it really bothers you that much...maybe we should talk to a therapist or something." Her voice trails off again, uncertainty creeping back in as she wonders if this is asking too much from her.
"I'm sorry," Sarah says finally, looking down at her hands. "I just...like making people laugh. Even if it's at your expense sometimes. I never meant to hurt you."
"Thank you for telling me that. It's an admirable quality to want to make people, just try to be a little mindful, alright?" I gently pat her head
"Alright," she says softly. "I'll try, babe." She gives you a small smile and leans in to kiss your cheek. "Thanks for understanding." With that, she climbs onto the bed and curls up against you, wrapping her arms around your waist and nuzzling her head into your chest. For now, it seems like Sarah will at least try to be more considerate with her jokes. Only time will tell if this is a temporary change or something that lasts for good.
I start to pat her head "Thank you for doing this for me..." I whisper
"You're welcome, Jimmybo." She yawns and snuggles deeper into your embrace. "I just want us to be happy together. If that means being more careful with my humor, then so be it." With her head still on your chest, she reaches up a hand to gently caress your cheek. "You're still the same wonderful guy I fell in love with," she whispers softly, before planting a lingering kiss on your lips. "Now how about we get some sleep?"
I put my hand on her chin and say, "Are you sure you really want sleep right now...?"
Sarah's eyes flutter closed as she responds, her voice barely above a whisper. "Mmmm...maybe not sleep exactly..." She nestles closer to you, arching an eyebrow suggestively. "But we could...well, find something else to do in bed." Her lips curve into a sultry smile and her hand slowly moves down your chest, teasingly tracing a line along the waistband of your pajama bottoms.
"Yeah? Like what...?" I say as I start to my my hand down her back and to her ass, giving is a firm squeeze.
"Oh, there's plenty we could do," Sarah whispers, her breath hot against your neck as she trails tiny kisses up and down it. "I bet you're still hard for me...let's see if I remember how to make you feel good..." Her words are laced with desire, and she squirms against you in anticipation, eagerly awaiting the sensations that will follow. With her hand now cupped over your crotch, she begins to massage you through your pajamas, feeling for any signs of arousal. "Tell me what you want," she urges, nipping at your earlobe.
"Mhmm, you love teasing me don't you...?"
"Oh yes," she murmurs against your neck, her fingers deftly working at your buttons and zipper. "I'm such a tease...but it feels so good to know I have you all to myself." Her breath hitches as her hand finally slides inside your pajamas, touching bare skin for the first time. She begins to stroke him slowly, deliberately, watching his reaction carefully. "But tonight," she says huskily, "I think it's only fair if we both get what we want." Her other hand leaves the safety of her sweatpants, skimming up your stomach and over your chest to cup one of your nipples through your shirt.
"Mhmm... Spoilling me, huh..."
She leans in closer to you as her ministrations become more urgent, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "Just this once...for tonight." Her hips rock forward slightly, grinding against you in time with each stroke of her hand. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she removes one of her hands from your crotch and uses it to cup your face, guiding your mouth towards hers in a hungry kiss. Her tongue darts out to dance with yours as their rhythm quickens, mirroring the passion building between them beneath the sheets.
Sarah's free hand continues to tease your nipple through your shirt, her nails scraping lightly across the sensitive skin as she arches her back into you in desire. "I want to feel you inside me," she whispers hoarsely between kisses. "Let go and just fuck me
"Damn, if I didn't know any better, I would think I've been starving you..."
A giggle escapes her throat as she wriggles closer, her skin flushed and body trembling with anticipation. "Maybe I have been missing this," she admits with a sultry grin. Her fingers dance across your chest, tickling and teasing before coming to rest on the hem of her tank top. With a wicked glint in her eye, Sarah slowly lifts it over her head, revealing her perky breasts free for your touch. "Touch me," she whispers, arching back invitingly. "Make me feel wanted and desired again." Her hips rock against yours harder now, seeking the connection and release that only you can give her. The heat from their bodies ignites the air between them, fueling their passion and driving them closer together in an erotic dance of need and desire.