Big Things Cum in Small Packages

"If you don't want more, just let me know." She faked a spout of apathy, taking a break from our kisses to check on her nails. "I guess that means you didn't like the teaser trailer."

"Teaser?" My heart sped up.

"Oh, honey, you think I'd let you see the whole package in one night?" She scoffed, giving my shoulders a reassuring squeeze. "We have so much more exploring to do!"

Heavy footsteps came crashing down the hall, so I quickly dropped Genevieve to her feet and tried to act as normal as I remembered how.

Kelsey came bounding through the door and caught us just as I was setting Genevieve down, struggling to shield my newly raging erection from my friend as she entered the room.

"Good morning." Kelsey said to Gen, flashing her a knowing smile. "I was wondering why he was taking so long to wake you up."

"What do you mean?" Genevieve was still an odd mixture of sleepy and horny, so she had reason to be a little out of the loop.

Kelsey shook her head and waved off the question. "Never mind, just don't keep him too long; we need him to make us breakfast."

"Oh, um...I." Unsure of whether or not we were supposed to hide us having sex from our friends, Genevieve lied out of impulse. "I was just in here getting more pillows for-."

"Baby," I whispered, tapping her hand with the back of my fingers, fitting them into her palm and letting her grab a hold. "Hush."

Kelsey was practically beaming with joy. "I'll be outside whenever you're done." She went to close the door, but paused just before it shut. "You better get her out quick though, Jeremy. Everyone is excited to get to know her."

When she left, Gen spun around in a fury. "How do they know we're a couple?"

"First of all; we're a couple now?" I asked.

"Oh, baby, of course we are." She started getting dressed. "I didn't spend a year crushing on you just to fuck you once."

Playing devil's advocate, I pushed the boundaries. "And if I don't agree to this proposition?"

"You don't have to say yes, if you don't want to. But you only get one for free, the rest cost a commitment." She knew I was only half listening as she stripped down to just her shorts, bending over to touch her toes as she slid it off.

Looking back at me, she smirked coyly. "But all of this," her bottoms slid off her slender, toned legs and she placed her hands on her ass cheeks, spreading the mounds of squishy flesh and clenching her asshole tightly, winking it at me. "Is really hoping that you say yes."

"How could I say no to that?" I repelled, really pondering the question. If there was a gun to my head I would've sooner caved to Genevieve's erotic display; I really didn't have the strength to refuse her.

While I tried to regain my composure, Genevieve finished getting dressed. Out in the kitchen, Kelsey had started on breakfast but she didn't look like she knew what she was doing.

"Need some help?" I asked the fumbling mess as she rooted through the fridge looking for something.

"I need some eggs, dammit!" Kelsey never had a lot of time for patience, and even less time to learn how to cook.

To assure she didn't end up cooking us eggshells with maple syrup, I hurried her from the kitchen and replaced her with Genevieve.

Not that I didn't want to have Kelsey around, but I knew she appreciated the relief of duty to spend her time day drinking instead.

"I'm already two drinks behind Carson and Lacey." She explained, rescuing a beer from the fridge and drowning half of its contents into her stomach.

"Kelsey, you have a drinking problem." I jabbed sarcastically, putting an arm around Genevieve and closing the gap between us. "We're worried about you."

"I haven't got a drinking problem," she had already finished the last half of her beverage and tossed it in the recycling bin. "I have a drinking solution."

She left to join the rest of our semi-drink/hungover friends on the dock down by the water, where we could see them from the kitchen window.

Only Genevieve and I remained in the cottage, with the exception of Tanner, who was still trying to shower away his headache and sore bones.

"Where do we start?" Gen perked up, slicing through the air with an enormous knife.

"We start by trying to keep all our fingers on one hand." I narrowed her eyes at her and she placed the knife down, blushing mildly. "Atta girl."

"Just tell me how to help, jerk." She got up on her tip toes and kissed my cheek, making sure to put extra emphasis in her smooch. "Can't I just have cereal?"

Her complaining wasn't getting her out of helping me cook, no matter how adorable her pout was. It took us about fifteen minutes until, we were humming along in a flawless rhythm.

The two of us were working like a well-oiled machine, cheffing up a storm in the small kitchen with impeccable efficiency.

We already had the eggs done; mostly scrambled with a couple over easy as well, for the picky eaters. Besides that, we'd fried up more hash browns than we knew what to do with, sneaking a couple bites of the fried potatoes to fuel our cooking fury. Finally, we headed out to the BBQ to out the finishing touches on the meal with bacon and sausage.

The whole time, Genevieve was standing a few steps behind me and eyeballing the BBQ timidly. I took the hint that she was new at cooking on a grill, so I grabbed her hand and overlapped our fingers.

"Never BBQ'd before?" I asked her, noting the whites in her eyes growing larger as she approached my side.

"Not really." She said, looking mildly fearful of the burning, crackling box.

I handed her the tongs I was using to lay strips of bacon on the grill and motioned towards the blisteringly hot surface. "You try." I encouraged her.

"Yeah right, I just got my nails done." She fibbed, backing up slightly when the thick plumes of hot air rose up from the barbecue and kissed her cheeks.

"Bullshit! You don't get your nails done!" I cried, calling her bluff. "It's easy, watch." I demonstrated by placing a link of sausage on the barbecue.

She followed suit, and pretty soon had put down all the bacon and sausage we had for the day.

"Not so hard, is it?" I asked.

"I wanna do more!" She chimed, waiting patiently for my signal to flip the food over and cook the other side.

"That's the spirit!" I hugged her around the waist and planted a handful of kisses on her shoulder. "Every good girlfriend should know how to cook, just like every good boyfriend should know how to clean."

"You're trying to turn me into girlfriend material?" She snapped the tongs near my ear and made me recoil in surprise.

"I don't think you need much help with that." I smiled, making sure to consciously soak in the serenity of our perfect moment; leaves fell one by one from the trees, catching themselves in the lines nearby or drifting helplessly to the floor.

A few feet away from the BBQ was a small forest, separating our cottage from the neighbors, where a small creek could be heard flowing casually over the rocks and twigs in its path.

In between the tantalizing scents of fat and grease escaping from the barbecue, I caught wisps of Genevieve's perfume, which I pinpointed as an orange and cranberry concoction.

"It's beautiful outside today." She remarked, gazing thoughtfully at the trees.

"Yeah, it is." I grinned, staring long fully at her.

Breakfast was served down on the dock on paper plates, and with plastic cutlery. Not that we didn't have real cutlery, or plates, but I didn't trust my semi-drunk friends to not break and/or lose our kitchen supplies.

We finished making a blender full of Mimosas and headed down with platters of food, serving our hungry customers.

"I need to get in that lake, man." Tanner sighed, sipping his fruity cocktail and clutching a handful of bacon strips. This marked the third time he had expressed his desire to go swimming, and I knew that I was moments from caving to his wishes.

The sun was beating down relentlessly, but the breeze that tossed my hair around was a welcome feeling as it fluttered my loose clothing around like paper.

"I hear you, man." Carson said from his position on the wooden dock, tanning on a giant towel beside Lacey. His large, black shades shielded his eyes from the sun while his off-white skin reflected the rays back at us.

"Not you, pasty boy, you need to keep tanning." Kelsey flicked a corner from her piece of toast at him and landed it squarely in his belly button.

"I think it's coming along nicely." Lacey said, propping herself up on her elbows. "You've gone from very white, to very off-white. It's a huge improvement."

"Assholes, the lot of you." Carson swatted his hand at Lacey and she evaded it with a chuckle.

With our meal essentially polished off, we got a plan together for the rest of the day. Everyone put their opinion in for how they wanted to spend time, and we put it to a vote.

The tally was counted up and we were faced with two alternatives to sitting on the dock; go into town by boat and visit the shops that dotted the main road, or pack up our booze and trek off to "The Canyons".

No, it wasn't a genuine canyon. It was a series of cliffs that overlooked the water, between 10 to 25 feet high, that my parents had taken me to when I was younger.

I cast my vote for the cliffs, in the hopes that it would give Genevieve and I better chances to be together than shopping would.

With a vote of 4-2' we trudged off to The Canyons with a cooler of beer and hard liquor in tow.

The boat was a large pontoon boat with a carpet floor, which always caused a pain when we had to climb on board with soaking wet feet after a swim. A tarp covered the tip of the boat, but I made sure the plastic flaps were taken off the sides so we could feel the wind as we flew down the lake.

An entirely separate cooler was packed with food and pop; to drink straight or mixed with spirits. We didn't feel hungry enough to need anything more than chips and dip for the trip (note the awesome triple rhyme), and unanimously agreed that the cooler space would be better filled with alcohol.

It was roughly a twenty minute ride to our destination, most of which I was willing to let Kelsey and Lacey handle as designated pilots. The two of them were playfully shoving and pinching each other in the captain's chair, taking turns with the steering wheel.

"They look cute together." Genevieve exclaimed, fawning over the affection being promptly displayed for us.

"You make them sound like a couple." I said dryly, to which I received silence. "Gen?"

"What?" She snapped into focus.

"I said, you make them sound like a couple."

"Oh, sorry." Her distraction was clearly shifted from the girls, to the endless walls of forest encircling the still, blue lake we were steadily boating down. Pines dominated the shoreline, popping up over hills of rock and dirt like mighty, green towers.

We reached the cliffs a few minutes later and tied our barge to a tree jutting out from the rocks nearby.

The water was still; there were no boats passing through, and we had enough cover from the high cliffs to keep the current to a minimum.

All of us had bathing suits on already, so we stripped down to our swimming gear and prepared ourselves for a day of sun and beer.

"How do I look?" Genevieve asked, in a tone other than her usual bouncy, confident self. Instead, she sounded cautious and unsure, like she wasn't dressing to just look good, but like she was dressing for me.

Either way, when I spun around and saw her standing, arms behind her back, in a bright bikini, I nearly ripped a hole in my shorts. "You look...wow." I said, unable to find the proper words to explain her radiance.

"Is that a good wow?" She raised an eyebrow. "I can change if-"

"No!" I cried in protest, examining the short, beautiful girl. "You look gorgeous, Gen." Thankfully, nobody was paying attention to us so I didn't feel like we had to play it safe.

The top half of her bikini was doing a lazy job of keeping her boobs from swinging back and forth as she swayed in the spot, toes pointed inward to display the matching vivid red nail polish she was sporting. Through the fabric, I could see her nipples starting to harden and poke out like little dimes.

She bit her lip excitedly, but made no effort to cover up as I drank in the delicious sight of her breasts bumping against each other, fighting for the limited amount of space the bikini was providing.

"You're sure I look okay?" She fumbled around with her tits, trying to get them to comply, but they continued jiggling until she finally gave up. "How about this side?" She turned around and stuck out her bum, moving her hips in a figure eight and looking over her shoulder at me.

I was breathless, speechless, and horny all in a matter of seconds, and she knew it. Her bubble butt rippled like a freshly disturbed pond when she smacked it lightly, barely enough to make any sound. Even that small touch had her round, juicy globes begging for more attention.

Tiny goosebumps were covering her bottom, contrasting the tanned surface of her smoothly toned ass with the thin, red floss she'd pulled tightly between her cheeks.

She grabbed a greedy handful and slowly spread herself open for me, just barely enough for me to catch a glimpse of the bikini hidden by her plump ass.

It never ceased to amaze me how such a petite girl could be packing such an incredibly large, shapely butt. It hardly fit to her slender frame, but I sure as hell wasn't going to complain.

If we were alone, I would've jumped her on the spot. Unfortunately, our friends were currently ascending the rocks to jump off, leaving us alone and shielded by the cover on the boat, for now.

She tugged the bottoms from the grasp she had on it, and fixed them so they actually somewhat covered her. My disappointed groans only served to make her giggle. "Sorry, sweetie." She pranced over and kissed me, holding on to my shirt and balling her fists up in the cotton. "But this ass is for your eyes only, got it?"

"Got it." I rushed the words out so I could spend less time on talking, and more time on kissing her back with just as much passion as I had the night before. I could hear Carson arguing with Tanner up on the rocks, so Genevieve and I joined the rest of our group on the high rocks. We were at least ten feet above the water, and the drop down looked ominous.

"I'm serious, man, you can go first." He shoved Tanner lightly, making him scream like a child.

"Don't shove me, dick!" Tanner socked his friend in the arm. They would've undoubtedly devolved to a shoving match if Kelsey hadn't stepped up.

She and Lacey perched themselves at the tip of the rock and peered down. Lacey's white hair was tied back with an elastic, while Kelsey let hers breathe. The two of them held hands, trying to find comfort among the over rambunctious boys.

"Do you think we're ready for this?" Lacey asked, squeezing Kelsey's hand.

"Let's find out." Kelsey smiled back warmly, a feature I didn't see in her very often.

Neither of them looked ready, but they both looked happy, and took the plunge together with an ear piercing shriek. They stayed under the water for a second before swimming back up to the surface.

"Are you alive?" Tanner called to them, likely more concerned with his own safety than theirs. "Are there rocks down there?"

"There are rocks everywhere, you pussy." Kelsey yelled, pointing to an unopened beer sitting on the rocks beside us. "Whoever throws that down gets to share my weed with me tonight."

Despite their fear, Tanner and Carson had no issues scrambling to be the first one to grab the can. With lightning fast reflexes, Genevieve snatched it from the ground and lobbed it into the water.

"Better luck next time, boys." She blew them a sarcastic air kiss and they pretended to swat it away.

"We have a winner!" Kelsey cheered.

"I like her, Jeremy. She's feisty." Tanner winked and jumped backwards into the water. When he resurfaced, he was met with cheers from the girls.

Carson summoned his courage and dove in right after him, shouting something about the last person in the water having to be the 'beer bitch' for the weekend.

At the edge of the cliff, I clutched Genevieve's quivering hand. The splashing and laughing below us was too inciting to pass up, but I could see the intimidation of the height starting to get to her.

"You okay?" I asked, nudging her gently. "We don't have to go in, you know. We can sit on the boat and drink."

Surprisingly, she laughed at my recommendation. "I can get shit faced anywhere I want."

"Movie theater?" I asked.

"Done it."

"Mall?"

"Hell yeah." She said, noticing my raised eyebrow. "What? You've never been drunk shopping?"

"I'm a guy, so I rarely even go shopping when I'm sober." I said.

She stuck her tongue out at me and stepped closer to the ledge, quietly counting down from five under her breath. I didn't hear the countdown until she was already at 2, but by then she had already made her mind up.

After she reached one, we leapt from the ledge and plunged down to the cool, refreshing water. Air bubbles circled around us like a swarm of bumblebees, shooting off in all directions as they rocketed to the surface.

The surface of the water reflected much of the sunlight and we plunged into a pool of near darkness where the only thing I could see was Gen's bright red bathing suit facing me. I only realized we were still holding hands when she made her way upwards, pulling me along with her.

"That was awesome!" She enthusiastically cheered upon regaining her breath. "We need to do that again."

"Here, here!" Kelsey raised her beer in a toast, then noticed she was the only one drinking. "You guys need to step your drinking game up, for real."

"We can't ALL be high-functioning alcoholics, Kelsey." I said, treading water. "Then you'd have nobody to hold your hair back."

"Bitch, please. I hold my own hair back." She brushed me off and dove under the water, holding her beer can above her head so it didn't get wet.

My body slowly warmed to the water, until I got used to the chilly temperature. Genevieve had been swimming close to me, never straying more than a few feet away.

I noticed the same closeness developing between Lacey and Kelsey; they rarely separated themselves and had spent most of their time talking between the two of them, even when it caused them to float away from the rest of us.

Their giggling could be heard echoing around The Canyon, so we left them alone to explore the various small islands made of rock that lay abandoned around the alcove.

I had almost completely forgotten about Allie; her cheating on me was nothing more than a blip in the past, and that was both exciting and frightening me. Without Genevieve, I would be a bumbling mess right now.

After spending two years with someone you love, having them betray you like that is emotionally devastating.

All the compassion I once had for Allie was slowly seeping into my vision of Gen; she was smart as hell, funny enough I could talk to her for hours, and beautiful beyond any words I could find to describe her.

She caught me staring longingly at her and returned the crooked, half smile I had on. "You okay?" She asked.

I nodded and widened my grin. Every moment I spent with her was dominated by my nerves. I wanted to be perfect for her, to make her as happy as she was making me, to keep her close to me as often as I could.

It had been close to two hours since we got in the water, with plenty of cliff jumping in between, and we were all growing tired. I offered to drive us back and take us into town, hoping at least one person in particular would come with me.