"Benjamin, your bed is huge!"

  "Yeah, my mother got me hooked on them when I was young. She was always worried that I would fall out of a smaller one because of my handicap," Benjamin laughed at the notion. "I guess she never realized that she had to close her eyes too when she slept."

  Sara looked about the room. Everything in it was dwarfed by the giant mattress that was perfect for her body. She shuffled her feet and put her hands behind her back.

  "Ben, I don't know..."

  "Oh it'll be fine. I'll sleep out on the couch and you can tough it out in here."

  Sara walked over to the bed and pressed on it with her hand. It was yielding and soft. True, she had only slept on her couch for one night, but she missed a bed.

  "No I..."

  Benjamin held up a hand and smiled warmly. She stopped and sighed.

  "Sara, just know that you are welcome here as long as you want to stay. I could never turn my back on you and I hope you understand that."

  She returned his smile and turned back to the bed.

  "Thank you Ben."

  "You're welcome." He began to walk away when Sara looked up.

  "Ben?"

  "Yes?"

  Sara was beginning to tear up again and she fidgeted nervously as she prepared to ask her question.

  "None of this makes you feel ... uncomfortable? None of this scares you at all?"

  Ben walked back in and shook his head.

  "Sara, you're my friend. Sure I was a little surprised at first, but I'd care about you no matter what happened to you. I'll always be there for you when you need me. Don't ever think for a moment that anything you could do could change that. Or that your appearance would alter how I feel about you."

  Sara glanced down trying to hide her sobs.

  "Ben..."

  "I love you Sara."

  She looked up, her beautiful eyes glistening with her tears. Benjamin backed up uneasily, realizing what he had said. She sat there shaking with unknown emotion.

  "I'm sorry Sara, I didn't mean...," Benjamin's body shivered with his nervous apprehension. He took another step back and turned away. "Good night Sara."

  Sara lifted a hand and struggled to find the words to say, but he had gone.

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  Sara's sweatshirt lay on the floor as she stretched out uneasily on the bed. Her body took up most of the mattress as she turned and tossed with her inner turmoil. Her broken sleep was filled with daydreams and memories of years and pleasant times since past.

  She dreamed of Benjamin and all they had done together; of all that he had done for her. She dreamed of his warmth and caring that he had always shown towards her; never asking, or even expecting, anything in return. He had always been there to comfort her when she was troubled and he had always been there to share in her joys. She had always been happy that he was a part of her life and she was beginning to see that she just might want something more; that she did want something more.

  Sara opened her eyes.

  She was a little light-headed, but she blinked away the mild confusion and sat up. The apartment was quiet and dark and she looked around nervously as her eyes adjusted. Crickets chirped softly outside the window while the neighborhood was silent in slumber. Sara slipped out from underneath the flannel sheets and placed her feet on the cool, wooden floor. She stood naked in the moonlight as clouds drifted high in the night sky and a soft wind chilled her, causing her to break out in goose flesh. She looked down at the sweater she had brought with her and left it lying on the floor. She crept towards the open door of the bedroom, putting her hand on the top of the door frame as she bent over to peer into the empty hallway.

  Sara bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as she gathered up the courage to move forward. She opened them again and stepped through the doorway. A floorboard creaked as her long foot pressed upon it; the sound making her cringe and curl her toes.

  Like a thief she tip-toed, as silently as she could, through the house. Her body trembled, half out of cold and half out of fear. She didn't know the consequences of her coming actions, but it was a risk that she was now willing to take. The hallway ended and the living room began to loom before her. She saw the couch through the darkness and she stretched to gaze over the edge of it.

  Benjamin lay there on his back and with his hands beneath his head; his eyes were open as he reflected on what had happened that night. Sara took a deep breath and tried to speak. Her voice caught in her throat as she choked on her words and froze, unable to find what she wanted to say. She wrung her hands together and opened her mouth again. Her jaw wavered and she closed her eyes as she looked down and shook her head in frustration.

  "Sara?"

  She looked back up.

  "I know you're there."

  "Benjamin I..."

  "Sara please don't, I didn't mean..."

  "Ben be quiet for a moment. I have something I want to tell you. Something that needs to be said."

  Benjamin sat up and vaguely looked towards her. Sara looked at him through the darkness and felt her heart pound in her chest. She walked around the couch and knelt beside him; still trembling slightly.

  "I've been thinking lately; about something someone told me. About how things in the world have a way of working out and how the universe takes care of people."

  "Sara ... what ...?"

  "Please, just ... let me say this Ben."

  He lay back down on the couch; his ears turned to her words.

  "I thought that maybe I had misjudged my ... Ôgrowth spurts,' and that were a bad thing. But then I realized that this is what I wanted and I shouldn't let others judge me and try to change the way I feel." She looked up at him; he was so handsome as he listened, "you helped me to see that.

  "Then I thought of you and how you've always been there for me no matter what has happened, good or bad."

  His brow furrowed and he swallowed nervously as she continued.

  "Ben I'm sorry."

  "What..., what for?"

  "I've mistaken a Ôgood thing' for nothing at all."

  He lay there quietly for a few seconds and then turned his head towards her.

  "Life had given me a chance to be happy and I never noticed it; not until now. I guess it just took ... this," Sara looked down at her giant body, "for me to see that."

  "What are you trying to say?"

  Sara felt a tear fall down her cheek and she shook as she struggled with her next words.

  "I love you Ben."

  He started to say something but she placed a hand over his mouth. Sara could feel his breath drift through her fingers and she closed her eyes as she knelt closer. She removed her fingers and pressed her lips against his; they were warm and moist as they met. Benjamin was startled at first, but he returned the kiss gently as he closed his own eyes. Sara drew back and looked at him through misty tears.

  "I love you."

  "And I love you Sara."

  She felt her heart soar at his words and a weight lifted from her being.

  "I've always loved you."

  "I know." Sara ran a hand over Benjamin's broad chest and knelt down to kiss him again. He brought his arm up and carressed her neck beneath her curled hair. It was smooth and long, melting into her broad back. She pressed herself into him, her breasts were full and warm and electrified his body as he felt her firm nipples slide against his skin. Sara began to stand up, taking Benjamin's hand and beckoning him to go with her.

  "Sara, I ... I don't want to take advantage of you; if you're vulnerable in any way I ..."

  "Ben, I want this. I know that now. I probably always had but I was too afraid to see the truth."

  Ben smiled warmly and stood up to join her. She took both of his hands and began to pull him along with her. She stopped as they entered the hallway and wrapped her long arms around him, running her fingers along his bare skin. He was engulfed in her massive body as his head was drawn between her huge mounds; they slid around his ears and he kissed her the firm ridges of her abdomen. She bent her leg slightly and he felt her knee press against his thigh; the thin fur of her crotch tickled his stomach as she slowly rubbed her giant body against his. He squeezed his arms around the small of her back and glided his fingers over her hips and down her strong legs. He felt the sudden definition in her muscles as she tensed at his touch. There was so much of her and he wanted to drink in as much as he could. Sara pulled back and looked down on him as he slowly raised his head. She knelt forward and kissed Benjamin passionately. She ran her tongue over his lips and they pressed their foreheads together; aching with need.

  Sara began to move again and Benjamin followed her into the bedroom. She slipped a leg back onto the sheets and gently pulled him towards her, all the while drifting further back. He placed one arm next to her calf and climbed on top of her warm body, sliding his bare chest over her long legs, kissing her tenderly, as he crawled his way to her torso. He pressed his thumbs firmly into her hips and rubbed them up her stomach while squeezing plush skin with the rest of his fingers. He massaged her enormous body, feeling every inch and every curve with an expert touch as she writhed under his ministrations; she arched her back and clenched the flannel of the sheets as she trembled.

  Benjamin moved further up her form and felt their feet touch; his head began to press against the grandness of her grand again and Sara cooed softly. He placed a palm over her left breast and marveled at the wonder of it. It was huge, the skin tight and smooth with a large, dome shape, and would not completely fit under his hand. He carressed it lovingly and found it to be almost the same size as his head. He lightly brushed the very tip of her nipple and played with it until he felt it stiffen. He smiled and slowly brought his lips to it, kissing gingerly. He pinched it between his teeth and swirled his tongue around it's rough edges while Sara took his head in her hands and ran her fingers through his hair. She shivered and he began to knead both of her swollen breasts with his swirling strokes, then bringing him closer to kiss him. They wrapped their arms around each other; the heat of their passion bringing a light sweat to their bodies that mingled together and oiled the skin.

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