An unexpected guest

Mid-contemplation you suddenly hear the lock of the apartment door open. You turn to greet your lovely girlfriend after a day of toiling on her behalf. Unfortunately, following her into the apartment is a tall, muscular man. "Hey Nick, this is Deshawn. I hope you made enough for three!" Rachel's words are matched with an innocent giggle. The man behind her steps out from behind her and nearly crosses the entire room in only a couple strides. "How you doin, Nick?" Standing closer to you now, you get a full appreciation for how much larger he is than you. He must be at least 6'4" with muscles defined enough to glimpse through his fitted coat.

"Hi, Deshawn... I- I guess you and Rachel work together?" You stammer out quickly, disguising your disappointment with a chuckle.

"Yeah, you could say that. Been workin' together for a while now."

With your hopes of an intimate night alone dashed, you reluctantly return to your preparations. Rachel and her guest continue sharing some story they had apparently started before arriving. As they finish their discussion with a good laugh, you find an opportunity to interject, "Dinner's just about ready. Just let me run to the little boy's room and then we can eat!" You dash out of the room to relieve yourself, leaving Deshawn alone with your girlfriend. {if Small issue= true}You pull at your modest privates, carefully angling it at the toilet. You've learned from experience that your smaller size makes aiming a slight challenge. You wonder if Deshawn has a similar issue. Maybe not. Your heart flutters with a strange emotion that you interpret as jealousy.{endif}

As you return to the room, you find that Rachel and her friend have served themselves from the meal you left and were already enjoying the fruits of your labor without you. "Sorry, baby," your girlfriend chimed up, "it was hot so thought we'd start."

You bashfully grab a plate from the cupboard and examine the remaining food. It looks like Deshawn has taken a rather large portion, leaving you with little. You join them at the table, your mood growing more sour by the minute.