As Darlene ducked out of his comparatively small doorway, Mitch pulled his Blueberry from his pocket and dialed the number for Jenna. He could feel his heartbeat quickening as it rang. In one quick motion he dropped onto his bed and scooped up her picture. The phone clicked, and he heard the feminine, melodic voice on the receiver.
"Hello?" she inquired.
"Hi, um, Jenna?"
The curious tone was gone, replaced instantly with elated recognition. "Oh, hi Mitch! I'm so glad you called! I haven't heard from you all day, I was starting to miss you!"
The excitement in her voice caused a wave of happiness to spread through Mitch. He may be a perverted bastard, but this girl loved him all the same.
"Yeah, it's been busy here... My mom's friend from high school came to visit, so I haven't really had the chance."
"Right. Well you could have at least texted me. I know you never let that 'Bluebird' thing out of your sight."
"Blueberry."
"Whatever. Listen, I need to go out and do some clothes shopping today. Do you think you could tag along and tell me how cute I look? You know how hard it is to find things in my size, and it gets lonely going from store to store." He felt like the photograph in his hand was pouting at him as she spoke.
"Alri-"
"Yay! Okay, can you come by and pick me up in a half-hour? I'll see you then!" The voice sang, and the phone clicked. Mitch stared down at the photograph in his hands as a wry grin crossed his face. The mall. The perfect opportunity to play with his new toy and to see his girlfriend's recent improvements.
Thirty minutes later, his car was idling outside of her house. Despite his efforts to change his vehicle into a Ferrari, a Ducati, and an Apache Helicopter, he had received nothing but 'Syntax Error' in response. "I guess no matter how you twist reality, a twelve-year-old Chevy Blazer is still going to suck." Mitch said with a sigh of irritation as he waited for Jenna to make her appearance. After a moment, there was a flicker at one of the windows as a face peeked out. It disappeared immediately, but something seemed slightly off about it. Even from that brief glance he could tell- it was huge.
Mitch's jaw dropped as Jenna's front door opened, and after a moment of ducking, twisting and shimmying, out stepped Jenna. Her long dark hair graced the hem of the relatively short plaid skirt which swished playfully across the top of her endless legs. She finished locking the door and turned, standing up straight. Mitch's heart stopped. She was gigantic. Bigger than the photo. The doorway that come up to her collarbone in the picture now only came up to the middle of her chest. It struck him then, he had no idea how old that photograph was. Hell, it could have been three years old. Thanks to his interference, women everywhere were blossoming into amazon goddesses. How could he tell a girl's age when they all look like that?
Mitch stared in awe as Jenna skipped in long graceful strides to the passenger side of his SUV. For a moment, all Mitch could see from the passenger window was the gentle curve of creamy, white thighs. Then Jenna dropped to her knees, and Mitch was brought face to beautiful face with the amazonic teen that he had the privilege of calling 'his'.
"Mitch! I feel like I haven't seen you all week!"
"I... uh... know! I was looking at that photo of you in front of your front door today and thinking just how long it's been since we took that. I can't remember how many years ago that was."
The smile on Jenna's face was replaced by puzzlement. "Years? We took that picture last month, before we went to Splash Lands. Are you feeling okay?"
A shiver ran up Mitch's spine as she spoke. That picture was only a month old?
"I-I'm fine. I meant to say was it *felt* like years ago. You've grown a lot... since then."
Jenna had opened the passenger side door, and was fiddling with some controls beneath the seat. There was a loud pop as something unlatched, and she removed the entire seat, setting it in the driveway.
She opened the back door. "I'm 11'4"," she explained as she slid into the back seat, the old truck rocking violently from the sudden addition of her weight. Mitch gulped.
"11'4"..." She repeated as she grabbed the back of Mitch's seat and pulled, dragging her hips into the truck. She opened the opposite door. Mitch watched in amazement as she pulled herself further into the vehicle, her legs folding in behind her. An immaculate pair of white tennis shoes each the size of a normal man's shin slid into place under the dashboard. Mitch's voice caught in his throat as his eyes traced her body the way an overexcited ch1ld works a connect-the-dots puzzle.
From the sneakers tucked underneath the dash, he followed along the clear, ivory skin of her bare legs which stretched all the way to the back seat. The curve of Jenna's skirt-clad hips rose high in the back seat, flowing into a cerulean blue zip-up hooded sweatshirt. The fabric was stretched impossibly tight over her frame, and most of the garment seemed to be wholly dedicated to clothing Jenna's immense bosom. Mitch's attention hung at that point, watching the slow rise and fall of those incredible breasts.
"Hello?! Earth to Mitch?" Mitch's eyes darted up to meet Jenna's, "Are you going to shut the door? Wait, never mind, I'll do it," She continued with a playful tone. She bent and reached between her legs, her sweatshirt-clad assets compressing together in the most erotic fashion. With a grunt and the slam, the door was shut, and Mitch was left to admire the gorgeous raven-haired girl that was dominating every perceivable inch of space in his back seat.
"Now Mitch, I know you're just *dying* to go shopping with me, but I'll give you a choice... I haven't eaten lunch yet, so I was thinking maybe we could grab a bite to eat. Of course, if you really can't wait to watch me try on outfits, I'll understand."
Sun Mar 20 14:16:43 2011