Chapter 1

Now on to the main part of my story and my current situation. Oh, let me describe myself for context. I'm kind of skinny, never been able to put on any type of real muscle due to my genetics inherited from my dad. As for genetics from my mom, I reached full height at 4'8". I was picked on alot during highschool, but Becka always had my back, though I was also teased about that. Kids would say she kept me around as a pet. Being so small, I developed a submissive personality, not talking alot and always willing to make everyone happy and willing to do what they want instead of my own desires. This is probably why I got along so well with Becka, she was so outgoing and loved to talk, so she would talk and I would listen. Also, being so small I never had a girlfriend since girls always desired tall, muscular guys. Anyway, back to my story. It was a rainy day in December, we don't get a lot of snow down here in Texas. I had just gotten out of work, riding the bus home while I played on my phone. It was about 8 at night when a message popped up on my screen interrupting my game, it was Becka wondering if I wanted to come over and watch a movie. I could tell she had already started drinking, her spelling was off more than normal. I type back quickly, telling her yes before looking out the window. I saw I was a few blocks away from her apartment, so I jumped up on the seat and pulled the cable that rung a bell notifying the driver someone wished to be let off. Gathering my things, I headed to the front and waited for the bus to come to a stop, climbing out into the darkness and rain. I quickly ran through town, half ready to get out of the rain and half excited to see Becka. Our time together was special to me, really the only time I spent with someone close to me. I reach her apartment and ring the doorbell, looking up and down the street as I waited for her to let me in. The door opened, Becka silhouetted by the light from her living room. I look up at her, her glorious body towering over me in her pajamas shorts and hoodie. "Hey, I was on my way home, so I just came straight here. I hope I didn't show up too early." I can see the faint smile on her face as she pulled me into an embrace, her sweet aroma and warmth surrounding me. "You can never be too early, your always welcomed here." As she talks, the smell of whiskey on her breath confirms my suspicion of her drinking already, wondering what happened today to make her feel the need to get drunk by herself at home. "Jesus, your all wet. Come inside before you catch a cold." With that, she basically pulled me inside and closed the door behind us. Now in the light, she was even more beautiful, though I did notice her mascara was smeared from crying. "Get out of those clothes, your getting water everywhere. I still have a change of your clothes from that one time we went swimming down at the beach and you got covered in sand. I washed them, they're in my drawer in my bedroom." She gently took my hand, though it was bigger than mine, she somehow always made me feel bigger than what I really was. She lead me upstairs, letting go of my hand to open her dresser and pull out of my clothes. Laying them on her bed, she turned around she gave me one of her sweet smiles. "After your changed, come to the living room. I have so much to tell you. Speaking of which, I need another drink." I watch her go, closing the door behind her. I look around, the aroma of Becka surrounding me. A chuckle escapes my lips, noticing her dirty clothes spread out across the floor. She never was the neatest person I knew.