Chapter IX
Sofa, Chair and Beyond

Everything tends to end somehow, so did our dance. Breta said, she got tired of stooping down the whole evening and asked a drink. I served us cocktails and, once we settled on sofa, asked her how tall she would like to be if she had a choice.

'You should try to be an interviewer,' she laughed. 'It's the smartest question I've ever heard... Well, I certainly would be a little shorter... Not, of course, ridiculously short like 185 or 190 centimetres (gosh, she called 6 feet 3 inches ridiculously short while I'm nine inches shorter than that!), I'd prefer somewhere around 205 or 210... I love to be tall, you know... My height has some obvious disadvantages, but also plenty of merits!'

'Like what?'

'Like standing out of a crowd. Being this tall, I can't be confused with anybody else, right? Than, thanks to my height I got a job I like, I can earn some money from it, can see the world and meet some lovely people.' With those words, she put a hand on my lap and looked me straight into eyes.

Does she mean she likes me?

'Do you mean you like me?'

'What a stupid little thing you are!' she laughed again. 'Do you think there could be another reason for me to dance with you in spite of all those nasty looks downstairs, to leave Lisa and come here with you? Do I look like someone that acts contrary to her will? Of course, I like you!' She moved an inch closer, and my what-to-be-a-reply drowned in a big passionate kiss.

When I woke up from the first astonishment, I realized that even seating Breta was forced to lean down to my lips. How marvellous was it to be kissed by a pretty girl who even in that position was head and shoulder taller than I was sitting next to her! Somehow, though, somebody inside of me didn't have enough.

'Breta, could we repeat the kiss while standing?' he asked.

'You are insane, I told you,' she said. 'How we suppose to do that?' Nevertheless, she stood up. So did I just to make sure that all I could reach with my lips was her lower stomach. I didn't mind actually, but the voice from the skies said, 'I don't want to be kissed in my private parts... Yet... Maybe you will let me lower on my knees? I don't think you'll reach my lips anyway, but at least you'll be able to kiss my breasts then... Or you have a better idea?'

Yes, I did. I grabbed her hand, pulled her closer to the armchair, and climbed onto it.

Surprise, surprise! Remembering my exercises with furniture and the door, I calculated nearly well. Nearly, but not exactly: now, when Breta was with her heeled shoes on, even on my tiptoes I couldn't reach higher than her breasts - with the top of my head. But I still had the last resort. So, with her help, I stepped on elbow-rest - and here I was - my lips right at the required level of her nipples.

I couldn't afford to waste more time...

'Wow, you're inventive!' Breta pretended to be foxy, but not that long, 'Oh, that feels soo good!'

I couldn't agree more; I kissed those luxurious breasts of hers bigger than my head and felt I could do it forever. My one hand helped my lips under her blouse; another one tried to reach down but couldn't get it properly. This was so strange yet so exciting - standing on that unreliable support, I was a good foot shorter than Breta, and still her hips were so far down that I wasn't able to touch them!

'All right, all right, my tits got enough,' she moaned after a while. 'May my lips have some of your love as well?'

'Standing, yeah?'

'Well, if you want to break up my spine, than standing,' and she bent down to kiss me in the lips. It wasn't easy for her on the heels, and I desperately tried to find a solution...

I jumped down on the floor. I needed us to be repositioned in the room. This time, however, instead of pulling her hand I simply embraced her thigh: it was much closer. She looked down at me, rubbed my hair and said seriously, 'you know, I even like you courage. I have never been with a guy who would be such in love with my height. You're a pervert, there's no doubt on it, but you're different. And inventive, too... So, what you're thinking out now? A table?'

'Table is rubbish,' I said. 'It only could help if we put a chair on it, but the combination would be too delicate to stand on it. So, let's try window-sill.'

'That's something new!' I loved her laugh. 'But it seems to fit our purpose.'

It did: once I climbed on windowsill, I became nearly as tall as she was - maybe just a couple of inches shorter, but that was manageable...

I don't know how long we kept kissing and hugging. Occasionally I opened my eyes and looked at the lovely blonde... It was unbelievable: I was standing a full mountain above the floor and still had to reach up! Her toned legs seemed to be even longer than ever from that perspective - they just never ended!

Suddenly Breta's arms became tighter, and in a moment, my feet dangled in mid-air.

'Hey, what're you doing?' in the first instant, I felt even fear.

'Sorry, my neck is hurting of constant bending,' was the answer.

'Okay, okay. Just put me down.' My protest wasn't genuine though as I started to feel great.

'Yes, sir!' and she did something that I'm sure got to be recorded in the Guinness Book as the most sexual thing on Earth: she put me down.

Not just put me down, but did it very, very slowly. Really slowly.

Down I went. Second after second my eyes kept passing her lips, then her neck, then stopped at her cleavage - Breta made me able to kiss her breasts again, - down to her bosom - next stop, and I laid my head on her tits and once again felt that incomparable resilience and softness of them, - down to her waist, and down again to the final stop with my eyes at already familiar level of her abdomen just above her crotch.

It was like riding down a lift, but I'm 100 per cent sure no one in the whole world has never rode a lift like that!

'How about one more dance, my little gentleman?' Breta didn't show a sign of tiredness. 'But this time I want you to dance with me, not with my legs however attractive you find them! Any objections?'

'But... how, for Christ sake?' I couldn't understand her idea. 'Shall I stand on a window-sill again?'

'Nope, I have a better plan.' And she took me to the lounge. 'Climb on this!' Breta pointed at a stool next to the piano. I complied. The stool was rather tall, but I still failed to get it even up to her shoulders with the top of my head.

'I think I shouldn't have worn these heels,' complained Breta and added, 'okay, now hold on.' She gave me her hand and started to walk around me anticlockwise.

The piano stools are made to fit musicians of different heights, so when you rotate it one way it gradually grows up; try to turn it opposite way - and it descents.

Breta kept walking and I kept revolving on stool axis until it fully stretched up. Now, when my eyelevel was even higher than her shoulders, she finally turned on music. Than came back to me, grabbed my left hand with her right one and put her left hand on my shoulder. I placed mine on her waist, and she laughed happily, 'At last we're able to hold a proper dance position! I mean, almost proper,' she smiled down at me: she was still nearly a head taller. 'And we can even move around! Well, I'm almost as creative as you are, aren't I?'

She was absolutely right: now - for the first time - we could relatively easily kiss each other's lips while dancing. Time after time though she forgot herself whirling around and I lowered down to her bosom again, but then she realized what happened and changed direction of her movement, so that was not a problem at all.

'That was lovely, thank you,' said Breta once the disc stopped. 'Wish me to take you off the stool?'

No doubt, I wished, but my macho ego wasn't totally ruined so far, so I thanked her and jumped down to the floor. And again, her towering figure made me freeze in awe and admiration. I felt, I was falling in love with this stunningly gorgeous girl two and a half feet taller than me. I knew it was wrong: giving our height and age difference, I had no chance to be a perfect match for her, but I just couldn't help...

'Satisfied?' Breta lowered on her knees and hugged me.