[ Amazon cousin, dancing lessons ]
by Newmark - newmark42@gmail.com
After our morning adventure in the shower, Helen had some afternoon errands to run. "Let's go out tonight," she declared as she ran out the door. In the past week she had been here, I honestly wasn't sure what she was doing with her time. At first I thought she was looking for a new place, as she was only planning to stay a few days. By now, my every hope was that she was _not_ looking for a new place at all. She certainly seemed comfortable staying, but if that was the case, what was she doing?
I wasn't sure how to tell my friends, or whether or not they would believe me. Ohh, I wasn't lying. I was up front that my cousin was visiting, and that she wasn't a blood relative. That comment only seemed to stir the pot. "Why is that important? Is she cute?" They would ask. I didn't want to get into it, as then they would want to meet her, and I simply didn't know how that would turn out. Some secret part of me was worried that Helen's sassy style, her appetite for pleasuring, and their fascination for an unusual experience would lead to some uncomfortable place where I was no longer the single object of her affection. I enjoyed that status and while I didn't know how long we would keep it up, I wasn't going to seek out ways to change it.
I had lunch with two of my college buddies, and by the time our afternoon carousing ended it was starting to get dark. We didn't have a specific time setup, but I would need some time to plan. When I made it home, Helen was already there, and some candles were burning on the dining table. "Hey cutie." She was spread out on the living room couch reading. As I walked by the back of the couch she lifted up out of her book. We were nearly eye to eye when I wrapped my arms around her. My right hand cupped her left breast as I reached around her, and I gave both her, and her busom, a good squeeze. I had finally given up on being overly careful about where I touched her, preferring to make the gestures genuine. Her body, and particularly her chest, were simply too big to avoid.
"Nice to see you relaxing." I walked to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. "I have some ideas where we can get dinner. Do you like Italian?"
"I do like Italian, but I already took care of dinner. The delivery should be showing up pretty soon now. In fact, I'm glad you made it home early enough. Sometimes the delivery boys get a little skittish when I answer the door. While it's a bonus when they forget to have me pay the bill, it's usually because they toss the food up in the air and run."
I could tell there was at least a little bit of hyperbole in he story. "I thought we were going out tonight." I was both disappointed and releved. I wasn't sure what it would be like to navigate the real world with Helen.
"Ohh, I would like to go out, but dinner out is ..." she paused looking for the right words, "...just awkward. Everyone stares at me, it makes us both really self-concious. People think they can just walk up and start talking to me, and that's if there is no trouble." She had been facing her book but turned to me for a minute. "It's just much better to stay in for dinner."
"Okay, sounds great. Seems like you have a plan in mind, where are we going out after?" I finished the last sip from my glass and started to pour some more.
"Dancing. I don't have a specific place in mind, but you can help pick one out later." Some imagery shot through my head quickly. I couldn't picture a simple romantic slow dance, with me getting a great view of her tummy. The rest of the dance floor would have a better view of her eyes.
"Dancing, eh?" I started questioning what dancing with Helen was like for anyone. An image of me piggy-front riding as she twirled around on her own was followed by one with me standing on a table to 'dance' alongside her while even-ing out our heights. I wasn't so sure about this plan when the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of our food.
She had ordered Thai from a good place I know nearby, and picked out a good, if large spread. Dinner was nice. With all our energetic play, we hadn't had nearly enough time to talk. She told me a bit about what it was like growing up while growing up so much bigger than everyone. I told her how my career got started, and some of my aspirations for the next year.
As we were finishing up, she brought out the kicker. "I have a confession about my dancing plan." I got the feeling something embarassing for me was coming. There was a reason she spent so much time trying to please me.
"Let me guess. You love country music and you want to go square dancing." I played it up, trying to be funny, but I was expecting the worst. She shook her head, playfully glad that I lightened things up. "No no, it must be more serious than that. You've realized that it'll be hard for us to dance the two-step with a three-foot height difference?" That raised a chuckle out of her. "Okay okay. Give me a minute." I needed something dramatic. "I've got it. You're not my cousin Helen, you're from a land where everyone is over 8 feet tall, and you're taking me there to teach the Macarana to the Amazons." She burst out laughing, almost breaking her chair in the process.
"No no." She was still chuckling. "Those are all very... interesting ... guesses, but they are off the mark." She puzzled for how to start. "I'm not expecting _us_ to dance. Remember the movies I picked out the other night?"
"Yes, of course, you were being sassy trouble and picked out 'Attack of the 50ft Woman' and 'Striptease'. It's a good thing we watched Daryl, as the latter is a terrible movie."
"That's why we need to go out dancing. You see, I've always wanted to learn to striptease, but I'm so conditioned to make slight body movements because of my size. I thought we could watch the movie, I could pick up some moves and try them on you, and it would get me started. However, since you said Demi is not a good stripper, I had a fun idea.... field research." She stood up and began walking around the table towards me.
I was beginning to put the pieces together. "You mean you want to go to a strip club and watch exotic dancers?" I was both turned on, and weirded out. Sure, I had been to a strip club before, but it never resulted in a good situation with a partner. It mostly just made them jealous and angry.
"Yes, I want to go to a strip club, and I want to watch them dance for you.... but just as research." She knelt down next to me and put her hands on my thighs. "In the name of education, I'm asking you to let strippers, mostly with big fake boobs, strippers who are professionals at exoctic dance, rub themselves on you while I watch." She smiled at me, trying to make fun of me. "I know it's a big sacrifice. Have you ever been to a strip club before?"
Answering 'yes' to this question had never resulted in anyting positive in the past, but this entire week was so far in the Twilight Zone what did I have to lose. "Yes, I've been a few times. Mostly for bachelor parties."
"See, you already know what you're in for. Think of it this way. It'll be fun and sexy, you'll have an excuse to get a bunch of lap dances, and all this week I'll be begging you to grade me as I attempt to emulate your favorite stripper moves." As strange as it seemed, I was warming up to the idea. It could be sexy, and the idea of a lap dance from Helen was arousing. She brought her lips to my ears. "However, if you're not interested in me learning new ways to rub my big... huge.... breasts.... all over you. We don't have to go." She sat back away from me with a playful smile. "What do you say? Bingo night at the old-folks home, or Sin City?"
"You are one peculiar girl, but sure, lets do it. However, I have one condition."
.... unfinished...