Rebecca and Mike were planning a games night. It seemed like a healthy, couple thing to do, and they were a healthy couple. It’s just that Mike was a shade under three inches tall.

It had been over a year since he shrank, and the two of them had made a lot of changes, but they’d managed to stay together. The sex part had been particularly difficult – Mike wasn’t exactly endowed with anything that could give his girlfriend pleasure, although she had become quite adept at using his whole body as a dildo, and liked to tease him by saying he was her favorite one, especially since his batteries never died.

Mike had sometimes tried to start more serious conversations on the topic – like, was she tempted by other, regular-sized men? But she always batted such ideas away. Ironic, he thought, because before he shrank she would sometimes openly worry that his gaze would be turned by some beauty at a party or at work. He’d assured it had never happened and never would, but now his promise was irrelevant. Mike could no more have an affair on the side than a pet hamster could sneak off for time with a new owner.

But he wondered about Rebecca. She was a beauty, no doubt about it. Dark brown eyes, jet-black hair. She wasn’t exactly what you’d call athletic, but she kept in shape and enjoyed working out. And she had nice curves where it mattered, he liked to think. But what did other men think? And did she think about their much larger bodies?

She stood about 5-foot-7. Mike had figured out the math and, given that he’d once been about an inch taller than her, his new height made it feel like she was somewhere north of 120 feet tall. Her lips were now as wide as his body, a fact he’d had much time to learn firsthand, because Rebecca loved kissing him. And her breasts – well, she had once accidentally dropped her bra on his tiny body while changing, and the C cup had covered him like a tent.

Rebecca drew up a short list of people to invite to the games night, and sent out some texts to see who was free. “What shall we play?” she asked her boyfriend. Then with a wicked grin: “Twister?”

“Very funny,” Mike replied. He tried to imagine how he would even begin to play “the game that ties you up in knots.” Maybe he would work the spinner? Maybe he’d BE the spinner? Better that that participating: there were too many ways he could end up crushed on the floor in a game of Twister. Although ... he imagined playing with their friend Sharon, who always seemed to show up to events in a short skirt and these little black boots ...

“I said, what about Monopoly?”

“Huh?” Mike’s mind had wandered. He refocused on Rebecca. “Sure, that sounds good. I can be my own piece! Although I’ll need you to handle my banking.”

“Just like in real life,” she said with a sigh and a smile, looking down at him.

Game night was a go. But it was going to be a quiet affair. Amanda and Steve were coming, and Marcia, and also Nate, but no one else had been able to make it. Rebecca decided they should go ahead with the evening anyway.

They hadn’t had much in the way of company since Mike had shrunk. Friends with kids were out. Ditto anyone who brought a dog. And her parents had been — a little weirded out by the whole change in circumstances.

Mike was on the table, setting up the board as best he could, dragging play money bigger than he was into piles, while Rebecca got snacks ready in the kitchen. He heard her groan.

“What’s wrong?” he called.

“It’s Amanda and Steve – they got roped into something with his parents, and they’re backing out. And they were going to give Marcia a lift! She’s saying she can’t come either now.”

Mike took a moment to breathe before tackling Community Chest. “Should we cancel?” he asked.

“Well, Nate is probably on his way, and I’d feel bad pulling the rug out on him. I guess it’ll just be a very intimate game of Monopoly. With lots of leftover snacks and wine for me!” She giggled, well aware that Mike’s ability to put away food had shrunk with him.

So they waited for Nate to show, which he did; spot on time the doorbell rang and Rebecca went to answer the door, with Mike trailing behind her.

Nate stood outside, wearing crisp khakis and a blue buttoned shirt. He was holding a bottle of moderately expensive red wine.

“Welcome,” said Rebecca warmly. Nate stepped in to give her a hug, and Mike watched from the floor behind her as the two giants embraced. That always felt weird. No one could hug him anymore. The most he would get would be the offer to shake someone’s pinky, and they were usually smirking when they did it.

“Bad news,” Rebecca said, pulling back from Nate. Her left foot, sheathed in white tights, almost landed on Mike, who jumped back quickly, looking up ruefully at the hem of her skirt dancing far above him. She hadn’t even noticed! “Everyone else has cancelled.”

“So it’s just you and me, and Mike,” said Nate. Mike’s ears perked up. That sounded like an odd, extra long pause before “and Mike.”

“Well, more wine for us,” Nate continued. “Where is the little man anyway?” Rebecca looked around, and then down at her feet. “Oh! Here he is! Mike, I almost stepped on you!” She laughed uneasily.

“Better watch that,” Nate said with a grin. “Wouldn’t want your girlfriend to stomp on you!” He stepped forward, making a show of moving Rebecca away from the tiny man on the floor. His hands lingered for a moment on her hips.

Rebecca blushed deeply. “Shall we go in?” she said. Rebecca and Nate moved forward, their giant (to Mike) strides matching perfectly. Mike followed their giant bodies into the living room. He had to jog to keep up.

The game was underway. Rebecca had her hands full, managing Mike’s money and deed cards in one pile and her own in another. Nate, who was banker, sat across the table from her. As planned, Mike was his own playing piece, moving around the board every time Rebecca rolled the dice for him.

“Good thing we’re not playing Risk,” said Nate, already into his second glass of wine. “Your girlfriend and I might form an alliance and push you right off the board!”

Mike made a show of laughing, but he didn’t find the idea at all funny. He was already feeling quite ignored, which was often the case when he and Rebecca were with other people. It was just easier for her to relate to someone at her actual physical level than to be bending down to talk to him. Conversation would often just flow over him, and he had to yell to make himself heard.

Rebecca, meanwhile, was rather enjoying herself. Nate was responsive, leaping up to refill her wine glass, and she was enjoying the feeling of a full-sized man paying attention to her. Sometimes with Mike it could be hard to tell what he was up to, or even where he was. Earlier in the day she’d had him on her lap while they chatted, but whenever she looked down at him he was out of sight beneath the swell of her breasts.

Breasts! What a blessing, what a curse. She’d heard (and made) the argument that began: “At the end of the day they’re just...” But at the actual end of any real day, most men were just in awe of them. Hers weren’t even that spectacular, she thought, although she did like their precise degree of firmness. She’d seen others at the gym, tighter and saggier, smaller and much bigger, and she had to admit she wouldn’t really change hers even if she could. They weren’t perfect, but they were perfect for her.

Besides, Mike had always liked them, before he shrank and, especially, after. And there was something so warm and wonderful about laying his itty-bitty body between them and giving them a little squeeze. It wasn’t quite a sexual feeling, but it could turn into one awfully fast. She remembered once taking him to work in her bra, but deciding by the end of the day that she could never repeat the experiment. Between worrying that he might bounce out and get stepped on, and getting excited at the secret thrill of having him on her body with no one else even aware he was there, she didn’t get any work done that day.

Thinking about it now, she stretched out a little, and her foot bumped something under the table. Nate’s leg, she guessed. “Sorry,” she murmured, and drew her foot back. But a moment later she felt a light pressure on the top of it. Nate was resting his foot atop hers. Did he know it was her, or did he think it was part of the table?

She tried to stay still, and looked up to see if his face revealed anything. It was unreadable, although she HAD noticed that whenever she leaned forward to move her playing piece or pick up the dice, there was a flicker of motion as his eyes sought out the neck of her blouse. It wasn’t open much at all, but it was clear he was keeping an eye on the possibility of a look down her top. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

“Becs, can you roll? It’s my turn.” Mike was waiting patiently on Connecticut Avenue. He owned all the blue properties and had one house on each, which he towered over. “I feel like a giant!” he’d said when Nate had placed them down for him. Nate had snickered: “Yeah, me too!”

“Becs? My turn?”

Rebecca started, and the motion was enough to dislodge Nate, whose foot slid off hers. She moved her own feet a little apart to prevent an accidental repeat of the contact, and tossed the dice across the board. One of them bounced off the table.

“I’ve got it!” said Nate, sliding off his chair and getting down to grab the errant die. Though he was only on the floor a moment he had time to glance under the table, where Rebecca’s legs were parted. Her short skirt offered a view of her thighs, clad in white tights, disappearing into the shadow of her crotch.

Nate fumbled for as long as he could with the die before popping back up. And then, as Rebecca tossed the dice again and Mike started his journey along the board, he stretched one leg up and quietly dropped his heel on her chair, between her outstretched legs.

Rebecca felt the motion, and kept her face carefully composed and unresponsive. OK, she thought. My foot touching his? Totally accidental. His response? 50/50 it was a mistake. But this?

On the tabletop, Mike was of course completely unaware that anything was going on down there. And then Rebecca did something that surprised even herself. She drew her legs together, and held Nate’s foot tightly between her thighs. She didn’t dare look at him. She picked up her wine glass and took a deep swallow, feeling the blood rush to her face. And she asked herself: Rebecca, what the hell are you doing?

The game was rolling along. Mike hadn’t managed to get much more than his blue properties and a couple of railroads. Rebecca had the orange set and Nate the red one, which meant they were pretty evenly matched, and money kept getting passed back and forth between them. Of course, the wine kept flowing as well.

“Your turn, Becs,” Nate said at one point, slyly using Mike’s preferred nickname for her. Rebecca, lost in thought, reached down for the dice and accidentally scooped Mike up in her hand with them. He yelped to get her attention, but she didn’t notice – just shook him in her fist and then threw him down on the table with the dice. He rolled to a painful stop.

Nate burst out laughing. “A three, a two and a Mike!” he guffawed. Rebecca looked at him, puzzled, and then finally glanced down to where her boyfriend was lying next to Park Place. “Oops!” she grinned.

“Go back to where you were,” Nate boomed. “Don’t think you can sneak past Go and collect $200. We can see what you’re up to!” He’d earlier removed his foot from between Rebecca’s thighs, but now he nudged her with his toe and winked at her.

Mike didn’t like the sound of that “we,” but he held his tongue as he stomped back to Marvin Gardens. Rebecca was already moving her piece forward. She landed on Kentucky.

“$700!” Nate crowed. Rebecca looked at her paltry pile of cash. “I don’t have enough,” she moaned.

“Well,” Nate said slyly. “If you take your top off, I’ll take $100 off!”

“Nate!” said Rebecca, sounding shocked. “That’s outrageous!” She let that hang in the air for a few seconds, then continued in a sultry tone: “I want $200!”

It was Mike’s turn to be shocked. “Becs, what are you –”

“Oh, come on,” she said, a little tipsily. “Nate has seen me in my bathing suit before, and this is basically the same thing. Besides, I need a break on the rent!” And without waiting for a reply she undid the top two buttons of her blouse and shimmied it over her head. Underneath she wore a fairly plain white bra with just a little trim, and a tiny bow between the cups.

Nate’s eyes widened. Mike’s too. He’d seen this view before, of course, and much more, but the bathing suit comment sent his memories back to the previous summer...

Mike had only been shrunk a couple of weeks when he and Rebecca went to a weekend at Amanda and Steve’s cottage. They were still figuring out how to deal with his “condition,” and the time there convinced Rebecca that some changes would have to be made. For one thing, Mike couldn’t just continue his life as though nothing had changed – several people almost stepped on him around the campfire on the first night.

And then there had been the “lake incident,” as Mike remembered it. He’d gone down to the dock early in the morning, and climbed down into the water, where he was peacefully paddling around. Then he heard a ruckus from up at the cottage, and looked up to see Rebecca and Sharon racing down to the dock in their bikinis, laughing. He watched in appreciation as his girlfriend’s breasts bounced wildly in her thin bathing suit, but his look turned to fear as they got closer and he realized they were about to jump into the water, unaware he was there.

He tried to make for the dock but managed only a few strokes before Sharon launched herself into a long dive, slicing into the water and creating a wave that tossed Mike directly into the path of his girlfriend’s leaping body. He remembered – not a detail a man is likely to forget – the way she threw herself into the air, and how her crotch impacted him as she hit the water. It pushed him deep under; he thought he might be drowning. When he finally surfaced, spluttering and coughing, Rebecca noticed him but was completely unaware that she had almost crushed him. He’d never told her.

Now he was staring up at her breasts again, and there was Nate across the table, eagerly eyeing them as well. Rebecca, who had lost track of which glass of wine she was on (Nate had been topping her up regularly), raised her eyebrows at her “landlord” and proffered $500 to him. “Worth the discount, I hope,” she grinned. Nate nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

Shirt off, the game continued. On her next turn Rebecca landed on Mike’s Pacific Avenue property. “$26,” he said glumly. Rebecca chuckled: “Small change!” and counted out three tens. Then she paused, pulled the cup away from her left breast and tucked the money next to her boob. “Come and get it!” she grinned.

Mike made a show of jumping up in the air. “I can’t,” he said.

Nate jumped at the chance. “I’ve got it, he said, and reached out for Rebecca’s chest, deftly plucking the money from her bra. Mike was fuming.

Rebecca was loving it. “What about my change?” she laughed. Nate grabbed four ones from Mike’s money pile and came back at her, his hands pausing a little as he put the cash next to her tits.

Mike didn’t think things could get much worse, but on the next turn Nate landed on New York Avenue. Rebecca owned it, and had a hotel. “A thousand dollars!” she grinned. Nate made a show of checking his money. “Not enough?” she said. “Take something off, and I’ll take something off the rent!”

“Becs!” Mike shouted. She ignored him, and stared at Nate. Emboldened by the wine, he stood up and opened the fly of his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. Underneath he wore tight, navy briefs. The bulge running across them was obvious. Now it was Rebecca whose eyes widened. “Basically a bathing suit, right?” said Nate. She nodded eagerly.

Mike figured this was about as raunchy as things were going to get, and reflected ruefully that no one had suggested he remove any of his tiny clothing. But Nate was clearly thinking of new ways to humiliate his tiny rival, sometimes rolling the dice right at him so he’d have to scamper out of the way.

It came to a head when Mike’s roll landed him on Go To Jail. “All the way across the board,” he moaned, and Nate replied: “Here, let me help you!” Without a moment’s pause, he leaned over the board and wrapped his lips around Mike’s body, slurping him into his mouth like a human noodle. Rebecca, despite her drunkenness, was appalled. “Nate, what are you doing?!”

“Jus’ shor’ening th’ commute,” Nate replied, talking around the tiny body in his mouth. And then: “Here, you ta’ him.”

Nate stretched across the table. Rebecca, not sure what was expected, did likewise, and as they met in the middle Nate pressed his face into hers, delivering a French kiss that transferred Mike to her mouth. Rebecca was startled, and pressed her lips into Nate’s before receiving Mike’s tiny body, which she then primly deposited on the jail space. Mike, coated in both their saliva and reeling from the tumble he had taken between their tongues, couldn’t speak.

Nate grinned down at him: “And no conjugal visits for you!” he taunted. “None of this!” He leaned across the table again, meeting Rebecca’s eyes. She smiled and pushed herself forward until their lips met. Mike had been watching from below as she closed her eyes and leaned into him, but he missed seeing the kiss itself because her breasts hit him as she leaned over, and he was plastered to the table under their weight. She stayed there for a good long time, lost in the kiss, her boyfriend lost beneath her tits.

Rebecca finally broke contact with Nate and pulled back from the kiss, uncovering Mike, who had been squished under her breasts when she leaned across the table. “Oh! Oh my,” she breathed. Nate was eyeing her hungrily, and also looking mighty pleased with himself. Mike, still on the Monopoly’s jail space, felt like he’d been forgotten about, just a playing piece in the game.

“Maybe we should just end the game,” said Nate. “Mike’s in jail, you’ve got most of the cash, and I’m afraid what would happen if I needed another break on my rent. I’m willing to concede.”

Mike was about to add something to this, but Rebecca wasn’t even looking at him, and had clearly already made up her own mind. “OK!” she said cheerfully. “Now go and refill my drink while I use the restroom.” She got to her feet a little tipsily and swayed away. Both men watched her go.

“Nate,” said Mike when she was gone. “I think maybe it’s time that you–”

But Nate didn’t let him finish. “Look,” he said. “Becs is clearly in something of a mood tonight. I think she needs something – something you can’t give her.” He eyed Mike’s tiny body dismissively. “So what say you just let me take care of things on that front? She’ll be better off for it.”

“Would you please stop calling her ‘Becs’?” Mike fumed.

“Sure,” Nate said. “But when ‘Rebecca’ gets back, I’m going to suggest we take this party to the bedroom. Now, you can either join in or sit it out – in jail!”

He grinned wickedly. Rebecca was just returning. “What are you boys talking about?” she said. “And where’s my wine?”

Nate looked down at Mike. “Would you get that – oh, I forgot, you can’t. Well, Mike and I were just saying we’d like to move things to the bedroom, if you’re into it.”

Rebecca nodded eagerly. “I’ll wait for you there!” She traipsed out of the room again, calling over her shoulder: “Bring more wine!”

Nate quickly went to refill her glass, and came back to the table where Mike was trying to make sense of what was happening. “Are you in?” he asked. Mike nodded glumly: “Do I have a choice?”

“Not really,” said Nate, and grabbed him in one hand, balancing Rebecca’s drink in the other. The motion and the firmness of the grip was uncomfortable – Rebecca’s soft hands had never handled him so roughly. Nate hurried to the bedroom, shaking Mike as he moved. Inside, Rebecca was already out of her skirt and lying back on the bed, back arched and breasts thrust skyward. Nate handed her the drink and let Mike fall to the carpet.

“Where’s Mike?” she asked. Nate replied: “Oh, he’s coming. Said he had to pee. Told me we should start without him.” He quickly shimmied out of his shirt and underwear, his hard cock swinging out, firm and straight, as soon as it was no longer encumbered in his briefs.

Rebecca’s eyes grew wide: “C’mere you!”

From down on the floor, Mike watched as Nate disrobed, and was almost hit by his rival’s underwear as it fell. The other man vaulted on to the bed and out of his sight, leaving Mike to figure out how to get up there. He started climbing the bedspread until he made it to the mattress level, where he found the other two already engaged in passionate kissing, Nate’s hands running up and down his girlfriend’s sides.

Nate saw him and sat back on his heels. “Here he is!” he said, and plucked the tiny man from the bedspread. “Watch this!” He balanced Mike on the top of his rigid cock, which was swaying slightly as though in a stiff breeze. Mike turned red, a mix of anger and embarrassment at his predicament.

Rebecca wasn’t feeling any of that. “Oh my God!” she squealed. “He looks so tiny and cute there! I – I want to try something.” Not waiting for a reply, she shifted around and took Nate’s cock in her mouth, pushing herself forward along its length until her lips touched Mike. Nate closed his eyes, trying not to cum. Rebecca repeated her motions slowly several more times before pulling herself away with an audible “pop” that made Nate laugh. Rebecca adopted a sultry tone: “Did you boys like that?”

Nate decided to answer for both of them. “Did we! And for our next amazing trick –”

Mike looked suddenly terrified. “What are you –” But before he could finish, Nate swept him off his cock and reached down to where his shirt lay on the floor, deftly extracting a condom from its breast pocket. Rebecca watched intently as Nate tore open the package and then lay Mike’s tiny body down on his cock, face up, feet out. Maneuvering the condom, he rolled it over his member and Mike, who now looked to have been encased in a sleeping bag, with just his head free. Nate looked at Rebecca. “May I? I mean, may we?”

She nodded eagerly.

Nate positioned himself over her and angled his cock down toward Rebecca’s wet, waiting pussy. Mike shuddered in fear, but also lust – he was watching her vagina grow larger as he approached, and the sight of her damp folds was intoxicating – if only he could forget that he was just a passenger on this ride.

A moment later and Nate was inside her, pressing forward until Mike’s body was also submerged in her, and continuing until the little man’s head bumped up against the outside of her folds. Rebecca gasped. “Oh my god that feels so good and I think he’s hitting my clit, it’s fucking fantastic!” She squealed in a pitch Mike had never heard before.

Nate expertly continued his motion, gradually increasing his speed and pausing at the end of each stroke so that Mike’s face was buried in Rebecca’s pussy. She grabbed Nate’s head and pulled him into a kiss that was only broken by gasps that caused her to bite his lip. He didn’t manage to last too long, and Mike soon felt a buildup of pressure beneath him, and then a veritable earthquake as Nate came. Rebecca was at the same time beside herself with pleasure, and allowed her own release to follow.

In the pause that followed, Nate lay on top of her, still inside her, feeling her pussy still clenching him, and also feeling Mike struggling under his weight. But he wasn’t inclined to move, and instead just locked eyes, and then lips, with Rebecca, who when they finally broke apart smiled and cooed: “That was a very nice trick indeed.”

The pounding between them grew in intensity and she added: “Maybe you should let your little assistant out?”

“My assistant! Of course!” Nate reluctantly (and a little awkwardly) rolled off Rebecca, his rapidly softening cock flopping out of her as he moved. Looking down, he could see that Mike was still held tightly against his skin by the sheath of the condom, his little head peaking out near the base of his cock. But Mike’s feet looked like they were covered in cum – Nate had filled the tip of the condom thoroughly when he came, and then some, and it had seeped upward from the tip.

“Take a bow, Mike,” Nate said in a booming voice directed toward his genitals. “What a team! We gave your girlfriend the ride of her life, you and I!” He paused thoughtfully, turned his gaze toward Rebecca, who was still breathing heavily. “Did you, um...?”

“Oh, yes,” she purred. “I did indeed!”

“There you go! Take a bow!”

“I...can’t,” Mike said, struggling in fury against his latex prison. “Let me out!”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Nate said with what Mike was certain was a touch of sarcasm that Rebecca somehow failed to notice. He rolled the condom down off his member, and at some point Mike flopped out on the bed. The entire lower half of his body was a sticky mess.

“Yikes,” said Nate. “We need to get you cleaned up. In fact...” A sly smile spread across his already very happy visage. “We should all three of us get cleaned up. I’m very sweaty. What do you say, ’Becs? Shower time?”

Rebecca nodded eagerly. “That sounds wonderful,” she said. “But just give me a minute first.” She never wanted to move right after having an orgasm, and this one had been a real earthquake for her. She could still feel the blood pounding inside her. If she closed her eyes and imagined the feeling of Nate driving little Mike deep into her, over and over and – well, she was pretty sure she could cum again, right now.

Instead, she stretched her limbs out, causing Mike to squeak and tumble backwards as her thigh almost ploughed into him. Nate took the opportunity to caress her torso, lingering on her hips. She smiled and wriggled her body backward into his touch, again almost smothering her boyfriend with her legs. “That was ... very nice,” she sighed.

“We’ll go get the shower ready!” Nate said suddenly, and bounced off the bed. The movement sent Mike into an airborne arc that ended with him landing on Rebecca’s still moist pussy. She yelped in surprise and pleasure. “Hey, watch it shorty!” she said in mock anger.

“Excuse me miss but is this guy bothering you?” said Nate.

She nodded: “I want him and you out of here right now,” she commanded. And then, more gently: “Go warm up the water. It always takes a while.”

Nate scooped Mike off her privates a little more forcefully than he had to – bad for Mike, a nice frisson for her – and carried him out of the room. Rebecca watched them go, then sighed happily – and proceeded to finger herself to another quick orgasm, its pleasure driven by a fantasy of going out to a restaurant with Nate as her date and Mike tucked into her bra, squirming against her nipple... it didn’t take long.

Rebecca swung herself off the bed and headed down the hall to where she could hear the water already running. Stepping into the steamy room she saw that Nate was already in the shower – he extended an arm around the curtain to beckon her in. She looked around, and down, but didn’t see Mike. Cautiously, she stepped forward, fearful he might be under the bath mat or God knows where...

“Come in,” Nate called. “The water’s fine!” Rebecca pulled back the curtain and stepped into the stream, loving its heat. So often she would start showering before it really warmed up. This was heaven in comparison.

“Um, where’s Mike?” she asked. Nate responded with a prestidigitatorial flourish: “Ta-da!” In his outstretched hand was a bar of soap. Pressed into its soft form, and held in place by – was that a hair scrunchy? – Rebecca’s boyfriend. “I figured, since he helped you get all dirty, he should also help you get clean!”

Rebecca giggled. “How thoughtful,” she cooed. Mike was furious that Nate was somehow getting credit for using him like this, when he hadn’t even had a say in the matter. But as he tried to speak a splash of water caught him and left him spluttering. And by the time the coughing fit passed, the two giants were staring into each others eyes again, and the bar of soap – and Mike – was down by their waists, gripped in Nate’s hand.

Nate moved forward against Rebecca’s glistening body, wrapped his arms around her, and proceeded to scrub her back. Of course, sliding the soap across her really meant using Mike, but there was enough contact with the bar that suds were forming. He brought his hands up over her shoulders and onto the front of her body, revelling in the feel of her soapy breasts under his hands. Mike struggled but was held firmly in place by the scrunchy.

Rebecca, meanwhile, was loving the physical attention, shivering not from cold but excitement. Mike had done his best in the days since he’d been shrunk, but there was only so much a tiny man could do to a normal-sized female body. Among other things, he could only pay attention to one part at a time. So if they were kissing, that was it. If he was between her legs, he might as well be a dildo for all the emotional or conversational connection they could have.

But this! Nate’s hands were all over her, his mouth was on hers, and he was maneuvering Mike’s little body into multiple places with his skilled hands. She gasped as the bar of soap suddenly passed between her legs.

“Give me that!” she said, and grabbed for the bar. It slipped out of both their hands, landing on the floor of the shower. Mike felt his world spin around him, and when he was able to see straight he found himself staring up the long legs of his girlfriend as she reached down for him.

“Let me have a turn,” she said, grabbing the soap and bringing it up to Nate’s body. She let her hands slide across his chest, over his shoulders, along his arms – and then she could wait no longer. She brought her hands down to crotch level and started soaping up his cock, which was already semi-hard again, and sprang to attention under her touch.

Nate moaned and leaned back – she was afraid for a moment that he was going to fall over backwards, and grabbed his cock more firmly to keep him steady. She felt a sudden squirm under her fingers, and a cry from Mike – yikes, she’d better be careful not to crush him. Relaxing her grip a little, she kept soaping Nate’s cock, adoring the way it responded to her fingers. Drinking in the deep noises of pleasure he was making, so much more erotic than the tiny squeaks coming from Mike.

Finally, the water started to turn cold – this place never had enough hot water, or pressure for that matter. Before it could ruin the mood – although, Rebecca thought ruefully, some cold-water hard nipples would probably be a big turn-on for her new shower buddy – she shimmied away from Nate and out onto the bath mat.

A moment later and he was beside her, dripping and grinning. He’d left the soap in its tray, its tiny squawking passenger still strapped to the bar. Grabbing a towel from the nearby rack, he raised an eyebrow and asked: “Can I help dry you off?” Rebecca nodded eagerly: “Yes please.” And then slyly: “After all, it was you that got me all wet.”