BPH: A Pair of Goldilocks Pt. 02.1

"It's crazy, but in a crazy way, she's got a point!" Phil incredulously thought. "And she's hot. But, then again, the last hot girl tricked me into a bikini...but there aren't any frat boys...I think."

Phil took a deep breath and opened the door, praying not to see flashbulbs, and hear 'Way to go Philly's. He stepped back; eight feet of large curvy woman stepped into the room. Phil's mouth couldn't resist popping open. Her looks were still difficult to comprehend.

Lou gazed down at Phil with a cocked eyebrow. "Well, I don't know your hang up. You definitely have nothing to be ashamed about."

"Well...er...um...(Good grief! I'm doing it again!)...I'm...short. (Short?! That's all I can say?!! Short?!)"

"Of course you're short silly. Everyone's short to me."

"It didn't...well...come out the way I intended," Phil replied.

"I suspect not. A lot of men react that way. You should see my sissies. Men go dumb when they see them. Well...turn around. Let me get a good look at you."

"?! Excuse me?"

"You're already naked. Step into it further. Let's see how you look on all sides."

Phil's expression hovered between indignation and shock. He did not know whether to be embarrassed, pissed, or amused. He twirled around, arms slightly spread, completing his turn to face an amused Lou.

"You have a very nice ass," she said.

Phil's jaw dropped. A woman, a big, hot woman, just told him he had a nice ass. No girl ever commented favorably on his anatomy. Phil would think Lou was joking if not for the matter-of-fact tone to her voice. "I...uh...I...don't know what to say."

"You shouldn't be ashamed of what you have. Me and my sisters were visiting relatives in Denmark. They took us to a museum with some statues by this sculptor, Bertel Thorvaldsen I think. Well, there was this statue of a shepherd boy and his dog. You look a lot like him."

Phil had never heard of Bertel Thorvaldsen but, "(She thinks I look like a statue?) I...wow! No one's said that before...most girls...well, I don't get many compliments."

Lou sat down on the bed; the bed creaked. "Most girls never know what they're missing. It's the same with boys. You think short's bad, try being six feet tall in seventh grade, and not just me, my sissies got it too. We toughed it out. Look Phil, people like us aren't for jocks and cheerleaders. We're for people who like...well, different things."

Phil was silent, ("That...that was actually good advice."). It said everything, ("I never had a chance with Julie. How could I be so gullible?"). He just wished Jamie hadn't thrown away their friendship for her.

It felt strange, coming to this epiphany while standing nude in a motel, with a woman who, even sitting down, towered over him. "Jamie would love this story if he were still my friend," Phil thought. His stomach growled.

"Oh! I can hear that from here," Lou said. She got up from the bed. "Well let's put some grub in you. I make some mean pancakes." She strode out the door. Phil hesitated, took a deep breath, "May as well step in it further," he grinned and followed.

To Be Continued...