.Well met at airport

Days later, the con was winding down. I was in the huckster room, signing autographs and selling books.

Most of my autographs were on books that had already been purchased. Yet another beaten paperback was slid in front of me and I started to sign it.

"Who's this to?" I asked.

"Mention the blowjob announcement and I will kill you," Brandy said.

I looked up with happy surprise. "Hey! You found me! I'm surprised you even looked!"

"It's not you," she assured me, "I'm after what's in your pants."

I scribbled my name and slid it back to her. "Considering your profession, and how you got to Denver, and what you saw on the flight, that could be taken a number of ways," I said.

"Yep," she replied. Then she glanced at the book and my sig. "I saw your picture on the cover when my brother was reading it. No one at home believes I met you." She slid it into her purse and looked back at me. After staring at each other for a while she looked around at the rest of the room.

"So, when do you get off?"

"Again," I said, "considering your profession..." I ducked her clumsy swing at me. "I can go now, if I want." I waved at the empty table beside me. "Once I work my way through the throng of adoring fans...."

She helped me pack up the last of my stuff and we headed towards the elevators. Once we were alone she wrapped her arms around me and leaned back to invite a kiss from me.

"I never did thank you properly for the help," she said.

"It was entirely my pleasure," I said. "I like to feel needed."

"Good," she said. "I need you."

We barely got the rolling suitcase through the door before we were on each other. I shoved the case into the closet and carried her to the bed.

We took turns undressing each other. As her bra came off I knelt to kiss and lick at her nipples. "Oh, I knew these would be beautiful," I said softly.

"Thanks," she said. Her hand dropped to tug my boxers down. It dipped like a little bird to perch on my hard-on. "Hmmm," she said, turning to examine it.

"Oh, god, don't give me your professional evaluation," I murmured.

"It's not that," she said evenly. She looked me in the eye and asked, "Can you make it...big again?"

"How big?" I asked. Her eyes twinkled in her deadpan face. "Oh. THAT big."

I sat back on the bed and scooted away from her slightly. She stayed where she was, watching me expectantly.

"Brandy, uh, I've... I've shrunk people a few times since finding this thing. And we've had fun. But I never... we've never..."

"Then it's high time you did," she said, leaning over to grab my cock and stroke. It was good, but too good to ignore. I stopped her hand and lifted it off of me.

"No, I, we can't. I'd hurt you. Have you read Niven's essay on why Superman can't have sex with Lois? He'd kill her. I'd hate to... I dunno, flinch? Twitch? Scream at the wrong moment? I could kill you. Or hurt you terribly."

"The way you say that," she mused, twirling a lock of her hair, "seems that hurting me would be worse than killing me."

"Oh, yeah. I mean, trying to explain to the surgeon that what happened was that I stepped on you? In a hotel room? They'll take me away."

She stood and walked over to touch my shoulder. "Look, you. I'm the expert. Seriously. You lean back, do exactly what I tell you to do, it'll be fine.

Her fingers slipped from the curl of her hair to the swell of her breast. My eyes followed the motion and stayed there. "Um, okay," I finally said. "If you're sure..."

She about ripped off the rest of our clothing, then stood in the middle of the floor, waiting. I found the gun and with a last, "Sure?" I shrank her and picked her up. She settled her ass into the palm of my hand, then folded my thumb across her lap like a seatbelt.

Picking her up before had been fun. This time I was intensely aware of her body, her nakedness and my own. She seemed warmer than normal, even hot. The heat radiated across my skin from her fanny and thighs.

She kicked a bit as I raised her up. The feel of the play of her muscles, the tips of her fingernails against my skin...it did and didn’t remind me of holding a mouse.

The sensations were similar, but I was never unaware that this was a thinking, intelligent being, smiling up at me. It was a world away from a pet or a toy and my head spun a little bit.

I carried her to the head of the bed and lay her down on the pillow. Then I crawled across the bed and lay beside her. My weight made the mattress dip a little, which tipped the pillow and she slid to the side.

Once again I realized just how much size difference was between us. I knew I could hurt her terribly without even trying. Part of me knew that I was going to regret this.

I could see myself standing over her limp, twisted form, saying, "I knew we should have stopped at the kiss."

Brandy walked to my shoulder while I was freaking myself out, then stepped to my throat.

"Nervous?" she asked.

"Kinda," I admitted.

"More than that," she said. "I'm standing by your carotid. I like excited, but I think you're scared." She glanced over her shoulder to see my cock. I was...not as rigid as I'd been before. "Way scared."

Standing there, she pressed her breasts to my lips and kissed the tip of my nose. I found that I liked that. I opened my lips and took her tits into my mouth. I sucked and licked.

She giggled and pressed down against me. Then she slapped me. I stopped and stared at her.

"You felt that, huh?" She had an evil smile, I finally noticed. "So, if you feel that at any time, and freeze, you don't have to worry about hurting me, okay." She leaned back down to put her breasts in my mouth again. "Relax, lover, you're going to do fine."

I found that I was becoming comfortable with the idea of a tiny partner.