The Falling Petals

They’d spent most of three hours online. Mathew had made sure to split the orders into batches, hoping to increase the likelihood that something would be ready by the time they needed to meet with her parents. Hopefully he’d have an explanation ready too by then beyond: “Sorry I got your daughter brainwashed.”

Her conversion was slowing them down. She’d noticed at one point that he’d seemed stressed, and so she’d stopped them to make the point that she didn’t have to wear clothes if that’d make things easier for him. She’d accepted his insistence that he wanted her to be clothed for dinner with her parents, but then she kept trying to look up wedding dresses.

But over the morning, they put together a new wardrobe for her. He paid for everything, since she was on a college student’s budget. There goes the rest of my spare cash for the month.

But it was done. She was leaning against him as they finished lunch. She’d finished her turkey sandwich, and was emptying his pickle jar as he was still eating his sandwich. “I never knew you liked pickles so much.”

“I didn’t think I did?” She answered, almost sounding confused. “Usually they’re kind of gross, but I got this craving after we were done shopping and today they’re probably the second best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“What’s the best thing?”

She glanced at his crotch then back up, giving him a look like he was being silly.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” She put down the pickle jar. “Did you want me to reach out to my dad to coordinate tonight?”

He nodded. “That’d be helpful, if you could take care of that.”

“I’ll go take care of it then. Did you want to go get Sherrie while I’m on the phone?”

“Not yet. I…still feel confused and frustrated, I don’t know how to talk to her about what happened.”

She frowned at him, but didn’t argue. “If that’s what you think is best…”

He finished eating and tried to clean up while she was on the phone in the bedroom. His life was getting stranger, that was for sure. When he’d thought about asking Mia out, he hadn’t thought it would ever turn out like this. For Christ's sake, she was half her size when I used to fantasize about the way she looked in her jeans.

The thought had made him hard again by the time she came back. “He was a bit frustrated with me for running off last night in the middle of my shift, but I think he was worried too until I mentioned that I was with you. He agreed to meet us at Sapore at five.”

“Good. Was there anything else you wanted to do today?”

The waitress thought for a moment. “Did you want to cuddle and watch a movie together?”

He agreed, and they moved to his bedroom. They spent some time searching Webflix and Mulu, before settling on an old movie from when they were kids that was on Bizney: The Monster and the Maiden. It was a sweet little romance, where through the power of song a french peasant bonded with and fell in love with a man who had transformed into a monster beyond his understanding. It wasn’t his personal choice, but when he saw how excited she was at seeing it he readily agreed.

***

It’d been nice. The cuddling, that was. They hadn’t talked much during the movie, though there’d been a few moments where their cuddling had gotten a bit more…hands on. Mostly his hands, though she’d made clear that she didn’t mind it with the way she’d try to rile him up with the wiggling of her butt against his dick.

“What was your favorite part?” Mathew asked her.

“The part with the bowls.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” she started to explain. “When she tries to make him have better table manners, he can’t really hold the silverware well. It’s embarrassing for him, right? Not being able to do the things that humans should be able to do. But instead of shaming him, she mimics him. He can’t be normal, so she slips too and pretends not to be normal for a little bit. How about you?”

“When he shows her the library. He’s reaching a turning point, begins to have hope there.”

As he said that, he felt her sigh, then began to stir. Mia was using the fact that all she had on was underwear to grind against his jeans. It was the same purple pair that she’d been wearing last night, which had been swallowed up in her growth and only really visible where they struggled to hold onto her hips. So at first appearances it looked like it was just her bare ass that she was slowly dragging up and down his torso.

“Is this alright Mathew? I’m…I feel like I need you.”

Is this alright? He’d been hard for most of the movie, trying to ignore his need for release. “God, yes.” He unbuckled his jeans and peel them down, revealing his dick for her.

She moved now with more deliberate effort, careful movements to drive him to the brink. Despite not being inside her, he could hear her breath hitching with anticipation. “Where do you want to cum this time?” She asked. Her voice was breathy. “My butt is yours, if you want it. My whole body is yours of course, but my butt was made for you.” She stopped, still jerking him off with her ass but not talking. “I could give you my mouth again, that’s easy.

“If you want to paint my back, we’re already in a good position for it.” Mia pointed out. “Then you could watch me lick it off my fingers.”

“I don’t know how I’m lucky enough for this.” He groaned.

“I always wanted you. I was just scared to try. I didn’t think you’d want to be more than my tutor.”

“I love y-”

Bzzzt!

They both were caught off guard by the intercom buzzer blaring through the apartment. Disentangling himself from her, Mathew tried to calm himself. “I’m pretty sure that’s the mail. Your clothes must be here.” He explained to her.

Calming down with the explanation, the young latina put a gentle hand on his thigh and started to slowly work her way up. “That’s fine, we can bring it up in a few moments. I still need you, and you haven’t decided yet where you want to give your load to me…”

He smiled ruefully as he got up . “We can finish tonight. We need to make sure this stuff fits you, and it’ll be two subways to that restaurant your dad picked out. You know the red line is always late.”

“Yes, Mas-thew.” She said, still looking dejected. “If that’s what you want.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you later.” He promised. “Now I’ll go bring up those boxes so you can try on your new wardrobe.”

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Note from the author:

Sorry for going on hiatus for so long, I had a few things I got distracted by. This chapter is a bit shorter than I'm hoping my next ones will be in the future, but I wanted to do something light to ease myself back into it.