The Size Anthology

by KT Morrison

  Mike and Ben standing looking out the broad plate glass window of the Hatfield Insurance Company, the office empty on a quiet Friday afternoon. “Sounds like a cover for a brothel, or something. A medical exam with a happy ending, right?”

  “Maybe,” Mike said. “I heard it’s legit. Run by a doctor. They have one out in Oakwood too. But I don’t know what they do there.”

  They stood and looked out the window across the street at the clinic with the Opening Soon banner draped across their papered up windows. It was a double unit on the street level, the rest of the offices being special clinics for diabetes, blood draws, even a dentist. The ten-story hospital loomed behind the medical building.

  “I wonder what they do there?” Ben said.

  “One way to find out.”

  “Hey, I do not need any help in the bedroom, dude.”

  “That’s not what Sloane says.”

  Ben bristled. “Really?”

  Mike frowned at him, said, “What? No. Man, when would I talk to Sloane? I hardly even know her.”

  “Yeah, ha, I know, I’m kidding, too.” He elbowed Mike, folded his arms back up. Truth was, Sloane had become a sore spot for him. He’d never been more in love than the last ten months of his life. He was going to marry this girl if she’d let him.

  He had to admit she made him nervous. She was out of his league. But being with her, when they spent time together, she made every part of his body sing. She was five-nine, blonde and tan, fine-boned and graceful. When she smiled, showed everyone her perfect teeth, her crystal blue eyes—he fucking swore this—they sparkled. She had an energy about her that Ben craved. Other people saw it too. Her Instagram had twenty-thousand followers and it was just her mostly flashing peace signs, smiling with sunglasses. No bikini pics, no butt shots. Still, she gave off something real, something sexy, and everyone could see it. It was one of Ben’s greatest thrills—showing up at a party, a restaurant, wherever, with Sloane on his arm. He loved to watch every head turn.

  Over the last month he felt like she’d cooled on him and it was really getting to him. It was an incredible coincidence—right at the same time he’d bought her a diamond ring. He was going to propose. And as soon as he had that commitment in his mind it was like she’d picked up on his energy. Maybe she wasn’t ready for such a big step. Maybe she sensed it coming. It had shaken his nerve to propose. He had the ring in its black velvet box locked up in a safe deposit box down at the bank. They just had to get through this rough patch. If he could get this train back on the tracks then he would get down on one knee and make the love of his life his forever.

  2

  Ben took Sloane out for dinner at a new Caribbean place that opened up on Main Street and they both had Jerk chicken that was way too spicy. The waiter was all over them, fawning over Sloane—gave them complementary drinks too. Sloane flirted a bit but it didn’t bother him, he loved to see her effect on other men. Make them jealous of him. When he walked her in the place he saw it again for the hundredth time, every male head eventually turning, chins lowered, eyebrows raised, checking her out. Made Ben feel like a million bucks.

  She had a denim shirt on, loose, tied at the waist in a knot. High enough that you could see her unbelievable figure under her black yoga tights. She was slim and tight but her butt stuck out, round and plump looking but tight as a drum. When she sat at the small table for two she crossed one leg over the other and Ben looked at her fine bare ankle with the tiniest gold anklet and it made him crazy—he couldn’t wait to get her home, put those ankles up over his shoulders. It was still hard to believe she would let him do that too her, she was far too pretty, too charming to be with Ben.

  Now they were driving back to his apartment, 9P.M. on a warm summer evening, the sky a deep purple, orange on the horizon. He had the top down on his Miata and Sloane’s pale blonde hair whipped around her as she texted her friends from the passenger seat, her pretty face lit up from below by her screen. Up ahead on the right he saw the bright sign for the medical building across from his work. Right on the bottom square they had a new addition.

  “Hey, you see this?” he said pointing at the sign with his finger, hand still on the wheel.

  “Hmm?” Sloane said, looking up from her phone.

  “This,” he said, “Sexual Performance Clinic. What do you think they do there?”

  She snickered, said, “I don’t know. Jerk guys off?”

  “That’s what I said to Mike. He said it’s legit. They have one in Oakwood, we checked their Yelp and it was mostly good reviews. They have their Grand Opening tomorrow. It’s gonna be a horny guy convention. Lotta dudes with no girlfriends right—”

  “You’re so curious, go make an appointment,” she said, eyes back on her phone, thumbs going a mile a minute.

  “Me? Why would I go there?” Please, please don’t answer, Sloane.

  “I don’t know,” she said, “but what could it hurt?”

  3

  Ben had Sloane on his couch, sitting right up next to her. He’d got that denim shirt off her shoulders, he was kissing her, sucking her tongue into his mouth, feeling how small and smooth it was. He rubbed her bare shoulders, digging his thumbs into her muscle, kneading her, his breaths getting quicker.

  “Ow,” she said, laughing but grimacing, shrugging away from his grip.

  “Sorry,” he said, “you just feel so good.”

  “Well, take it easy,” she said and she kissed him back putting her hands on both his cheeks. “Be a little more gentle.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” he said, unbuttoning her shirt. She shook herself out of it, let it fall onto the couch behind her. Her nipples had pushed out the front of her white tank top and Ben grabbed at them, put his hands over her breasts and coddled them, gulping her tongue back in to his mouth. He grabbed the waist of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. He sat back and admired her. She was so slim, so tight, her tummy bunched up once in the middle, her belly button set in her flat stomach. Her breasts were petite enough she didn't wear a bra but they were perfectly formed, upright and perky. Her little brown nipples were tight and hard. He buried his face in her chest, kissed between them and over them, grabbing up her nipples in his mouth and plucking at them. She lifted her skirt for him and he hooked his fingers into her panties and slid them down her firm flesh.

  “C’mon, let’s go into my room,” he said and stood up, his erection poking out the front of his khakis a little bit.

  She stood up, grabbed her phone and went into the bedroom behind him wearing just her skirt. He took his shirt off, let her see his muscles, his abs. She checked her phone one more time before she put it on the bedside table.

  “Come on,” she said, “get those pants off.” He did, unbuckled them and pushed them down with his underwear and stepped out of them. He was hard as a rock. Had been since the elevator up to his apartment, looking at her reflection in the mirror, seeing her perfect profile from all those different angles, knowing she was going to let him get naked with her. Blown away that in a few minutes this gorgeous creature was going to let him put his penis inside her.

  Now she was sitting on the edge of his bed, her long, tan legs splayed out, her bare pointed toes touching his hardwood floor.

  “God, you’re so beautiful.”

  “You going to fuck me?” she said.

  “Yes,” he stammered.

  “Well, hurry up,” she said, then lifted up her skirt and let him see her shaved mound, “fuck this little pussy.”

  “Oh God,” he said and he pushed her back on to the bed, his mouth locked on hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She drew her knees up, put her feet on the edges of his mattress on either side of him, watched him as he held his erection between his fingers and slowly worked it into her heat. He slid himself in nice and slow.

  She said, “Get that little thing in there.”

  Little? “Little?” he said.

  “Just fuck me, Ben, hurry.”

  He wanted to correct her
. Below average. She’d said it before and he’d asked her why she said that and she said, Little compared to the rest of your body. He told her then it was below average but it was okay. She didn’t want to talk about it. He dropped it.

  Right now he wasn’t going to let it spoil the mood. She was naked and her legs were open and very few men would ever get a chance to make love to someone so beautiful.

  He slid in and out of her, delicate but passionate. Feeling—God, loving—the gentle tickle of her membranes against his sensitive glans.

  “What are you doing?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You’re not doing anything,” she said.

  “Yes I am. You feel so good. I’m just being gentle.”

  “Not down there Ben. Don’t be gentle down there. Give it to me hard down there.”

  “Like this?” he said and he picked up the pace, drawing back and plunging, shaking the bed.

  “Harder, Ben.”

  “Yeah?” He pounded her, quick hard strokes, the headboard rattled. He slipped out a few times, but he got it back in real quick before she noticed.

  “Harder, fuck me harder.”

  “I am, I am, aggh—”

  He couldn’t help it, she was too much for him. Just looking at the bare skin of her tan shoulder, or the long tendons of her thin, elegant neck made him dizzy. When he was inside her all bets were off. Twenty pumps into her pretty pussy and he was coming.

  “Oh God, Oh God,” he fell forward burying his clenched face in the hollow of her collar, his nose filled with the wonderful fragrance of her shining hair.

  “Did you just come Ben?”

  “Oh God, yeah, yeah, you’re so amazing, baby…”

  “Okay, okay, get off me,” she tapped him on his waist, her pretty long fingers brushing his skin at the tip of his buttocks.

  Ben rolled off her, collapsed next to her on the bed, both their legs dangling off the side, Ben’s erection pointing up at the ceiling.

  “I can go again babe, give me a bit,” he said. His cheeks were flushed, he was a little out of breath. She was going to wear him out.

  “We don’t have to,” she said, propping herself up now, looking up at the ceiling.

  Her phone chirped and she jumped for it.

  “Hold on,” she said. She swiped it and he watched her face as she read her screen. “Ah shit, Ben, I forgot I’m driving out to Pawtucket tomorrow. I have to visit my parents.”

  “Do you want me to go?”

  “Trust me,” she said, “you wouldn’t want that.” Her thumbs were going fast, responding. Her sister probably.

  “Hey Ben?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I think I’m going to bail on you. I have to get up early, real early, to head out for brunch. I just want to be in my own bed tonight.” She got up and went into his bathroom, he could see her in there, the muscles working in her long legs as she used a hand towel to clean his semen off her.

  “I’ll miss you babe—but whatever you want is fine.”

  “Yeah,” she said, “I’m just going to go.”

  “You want to go to a movie tomorrow night?”

  “I don’t think so Ben. I’m going to be out of commission tomorrow. They really take it out of me. Call me later in the week.”

  “I will baby. Love you.”

  “Bye, Ben.” And like that she was gone. He watched her perfect frame silhouetted by the light of the living room, watched her sashay to the door, turn and close it behind her.

  4

  Ben pulled his Miata into the clinic parking lot at 9A.M. He drove around the parking lot in circles, the place was packed. He had to wait, watch a woman come out of the diabetes clinic, follow along behind her and swipe her spot as soon as she left. He wasn’t usually here on a Saturday. Wasn’t sure if this was what it was normally like on the weekend. He chuckled at the thought that it was the sex clinic. The place was packed with dudes looking for some tips.

  But that was just what it was he discovered as he went in through the double doors. It was standing room only in there. All the seats taken, guys standing reading their phones or magazines, no one engaging, no one making eye contact, all of them a little embarrassed that they’d come out first thing on a Saturday morning to see if they could improve their sex game. The place was dim, the room a funny shade of yellow from the sun passing through the papered up windows.

  The staff was run off their feet, he could see them stepping around in double time, clipboards pressed to their chest, carrying specimen containers, bumping into each other. He squeezed through to the counter, there was a friendly looking middle-aged woman there, a little frazzled. “Hi, hon,” she said.

  “Can I get an appointment today?”

  “Someone can see you, but there’s no appointments, just first come first serve. We didn’t know we’d be so busy today.”

  “How long is the wait?”

  “Don’t know yet, we just opened, but I have to be honest. It could be a couple hours. Maybe three.”

  He didn’t have anything else to do today. Sloane was out at her folks’ place, he was alone tonight. If he could get better, please his baby better, he shouldn’t waste any time right?

  “Book me,” he said, and she took his name and had him sign some papers, asked him to just have a seat wherever he could find.

  There weren’t any seats, he walked back and the door opened and three more men came in, looked around disappointed but made their way to the counter just the same. Ben took a spot up against the wall and leaned against it, got out his phone and started looking through his photos. All these guys here, all of them worried about how they did at pleasing their women, there was a shared camaraderie here, sheepishly unacknowledged, they were all the same—all sensitive, worried, they all wanted to be better.

  What would it hurt? He could hear her delicate voice echoing around his head. She was right, what could it hurt. Underneath though there was a little fear. If he was rocking her world would she ever say that? If he was some stud who left her limping and sweaty, her eyes rolled right up, the idea that he should go to this clinic would be ridiculous. That’s what he wanted to hear from her. Oh God, don't Ben you’re already going to kill me one of these days with that rock hard cock. That’s not what he heard. But hey, maybe this place would work, find something that would boost his performance. Maybe a year from now they’d be married and she’d have to clamour away from him as he crawled into bed with a hard-on. Oh no, Ben, I can’t take it again, please, baby.

  Last night was a bit disappointing. If she’d stayed he could have gone again. When he could get it up a second time, his repeat performances tended to be a little more protracted, a little better than his first go-around. It was just as well she’d left though, he'd fallen asleep probably around the time she’d padded across his apartment and got to the front door. He missed waking up to her face this morning. She was gorgeous without makeup, her tangled hair. Her face when she turned to him in the morning, her sexy eyes peeking over her bare shoulder. That was heaven right there. That was his heaven.

  He looked across at the admin desk, things were slow but these people were moving, they were doing their best it looked like. Then he saw Mike. Eye contact. Mike looking right at him, horrified, peering up over the edge of the phone he was staring into. Ben instantly felt himself blush, he looked away. That was crazy. They were both here. Why would they be embarrassed? They were both guilty of the same thing. He looked back up, waited for Mike’s eyes to stray from the phone. He caught him looking again, winked and chuckled. Mike smirked, shook his head and looked back into his phone. Every one nervous in here, you could feel the tension in the room. He slyly looked around, seeing if he could catch any other familiar faces. He stopped at one. Young guy, his own age. Slight build, good looking. Where did he know him from?

  It hit him. Fuck, did it hit him. Hunter Conrad, Sloane’s ex-boyfriend. His stomach cramped up. Just seeing him reminded him that his precious Sloane had a past, had
been with other men. And this guy had hurt her. He remembered that. Sloane didn’t like to talk about him when her friends would bring him up. Sounded like that was a bad time for Sloane. He’d cheated on her. A bunch of times, and when she stayed with him, tried to make it work, he had the nerve to break it off only after a few weeks. Said she wasn’t enough for him. This fucking asshole. Look at him there, good looking guy, treating girls like that. But if he’s here he cant be that hot a stud.

  It was only about an hour and a half of waiting. He got tired in that tine. Took a seat when one came available right next to him. Had almost fallen asleep when he heard his name called out.

  “That was quick,” he said to the guy sitting next to him. He didn’t answer just kept his head down in his hunting and fishing magazine.

  5

  “You’re Ben Watson?” the nurse said to him over her shoulder as she took a hospital gown off the top of a stack of about a dozen.

  “Yeah.”

  “Okay, we can take you now if you’re okay with sharing an exam room.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “We’re getting through all these patient assessments so quickly because we’re doubling up in the exam rooms. Two nurses, one doctor, two or three patients.”

  “Uh,” Ben paused. This was a little weird.

  The nurse leaned in and said conspiratorially, “Everybody's been fine with it. If you’d rather have a private exam, we’ll have to push you back. You’ll be the first solo exam but if everyone keeps agreeing to the doubles we could be doing this until closing. I can’t guarantee we’ll get to you today.”

  Shit. He could argue. He’d been here at opening, he’d been waiting an hour and a half already. But he didn’t want to make waves. He wanted their help, so he wanted to get off on the right foot with them.

  “Sure,” he said. “Sure, why not.”

  “That’s great Ben,” she said and she pushed the folded robe into his chest and he took it from her. “Just come this way, you can get changed in here.”