Millie had always been shy. She was never an outcast, never excluded at school from parties or other events. But even when she attended them, she was never in the center of the room — always on the edges. One of life's leafs making a pleasant background for the flowers of the world.
At least, that's how she thought of herself. She didn't see herself as ugly or untalented or anything particularly negative; she was simply ordinary. Common place. She actually liked the idea — she and all the other ordinary leaves made the trees green. Without them to cover the bare limbs of life, who would know the blossoms were lovely?
Vance was just the opposite — he knew, early on that he was unique and strove desperately to hide it. He was a bit of an outcast, but he'd fostered the teasing that put him there. He'd craved the background, pushing himself to the back of the line, back of the room, the last to do anything so that people began to see the 'loser' and not the boy.
Or the man, as he continued such behavior in college and his first jobs. He wasn't incompetent or incapable and many teachers and well meaning co-workers suggested that he gain more confidence. Have more self-esteem. They seemed to think that he didn't know he could be more than he was. In truth, he wanted to be less.
And so, the table was silent as they faced each other. A friend of Millie's roommate was a co-worker of Vance's. After meeting them on separate occasions, she determined that they were perfect for each other and arranged a dinner party for them to meet. As a 'get-to-know' game, she arranged for all the guests to solve a puzzle and win a door prize. She had given Vance and Mille the hardest puzzle, knowing it would take them the longest to solve it. Instead of chatting about themselves, as the others around the room were, Vance and Mille had applied their concentration on the puzzle and spoke only as needed to indicate a possible solution.
This was not to say that either had not take note of the other. Vance had spied Mille as soon as he entered the room. She was hard to overlook as she had been standing in the very corner Vance had headed for. Auburn locks fell in classic soft waves over her shoulders. The demure navy blue dress she wore revealed nothing but displayed her physical charms exquisitely. A more than generous bust hovered over an equally curvy posterior. Delicate ankles ended in a pair of heels that were surprisingly high. Then again, she would have been short without them; even with the heels, she was only as tall as Vance's chin. She had turned to step out of someone's way and Vance saw her thick lips and heavy hooded eyes. She must be waiting for someone, he thought, and turned to find another unused spot to stand for the next hour or two.
Millie had not seen Vance then. Not until her roommate had grabbed her arm, held it tightly and called Vance over for the game. Then she watched the tall, dark man approach them with a somewhat stiff gait. He walked as if one knee was injured and could not bend deeply. Somehow, the gait lent a tragic air to the young man who seemed otherwise fit. His eyes, when he finally met hers were a shocking hazel, so at odds with the rest of his coloring. His hand was soft when he shook hers, his voice was soft too. A tenor, she guessed, not a baritone.
Millie had seen this type of puzzle before and knew the keys to solving it. But, in truth, Vance was handsome and sitting quietly with him was pleasant. He seemed in no more of a rush to solve the puzzle than she was.
And Vance wasn't; the sooner the puzzle was done, the sooner he had to return to mingling. He'd rather stay where he was. Millie seemed to understand quiet.
He reached for a piece in the center of the table and their fingers met. She blushed; it was the first time since high school that she'd had an occasion to hold a boy's hand. Silly, she thought, but true. His fingers were warm; she found her throat a touch dry.
"Punch?" Vince asked when Millie cleared her throat again.
"Pardon?" Then she realized what he was asking and nodded. "Thank you."
He got up and walked to the buffet. Her fingers were long and slender and swept his concentration aside. He'd been grateful for an excuse to leave the table and go somewhere else for a moment. Still, it didn't take long to get two glasses of the sweet fruity drink the other guests were raving about and he had to return to the table at some point. It was a shame; Millie was the kind of girl he'd like to know better.
While he was gone, friends descended on Millie. She laughed lightly at their questions. Was he nice, yes he seemed so. Was he cute was a matter of personal preference but yes, he seemed very nice. They scattered as they saw him returning and again Millie was struck by his odd, stiff step.
"What happened to your leg?" She asked and he handed her a glass. She noticed that he had some trouble sitting down as well.
"Nothing." He was confused and then enlightened. "Oh, my walk. Nothing happened; it congenital." Which was true, if a bit misleading. "I don't like to discuss it."
"Oh." Millie wanted to slap herself for the faux pas. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry."
Vance shrugged. "It's fine. You couldn't have known."
They went back to studying the puzzle, both knowing the solution but neither sure of the other. They spoke very little and had only placed less than half the pieces two hours later. The hostess smiled warmly and refilled their drinks. "I don't think I've seen either of you move from this spot since you got here! That must be quite a puzzle."
"It is. Thank you." Millie sipped the punch. "This is very good."
"Thank you!" She giggled. "I'll just leave you two to get to know each other."
Vance watched the well-meaning friend walk away. "I'm afraid her matchmaking attempts have not been successful in the past."
Millie nodded. "I think she and Joyce are working together this time." She sighed. "Getting me married off is some sort of achievement, I think."
Vince smiled. "I think they'd be happy if I'd simply go out on a date."
"That would just encourage them."
He nodded and picked up anothe puzzle piece. "We have been doing this for a while." He said.
"If you want to go do something else, I don't mind." She smiled faintly. "I'm afraid I'm not much of a party person."
"Oh, I hate these things. Too many people." He stopped and looked at Millie. "But for once, I'm glad I came."
She blushed. "If I hadn't, I'd be doing the same thing. Except it's nice to do it with someone else."
"You'd be... ?" Vance wasn't sure where he'd lost the thread.
"This. The puzzle. It's part of a series. I have the whole set."
Vance failed to hide his chagrin. "So you've known the solution the whole time?"
"Well, I haven't worked this specific puzzle but I've had some idea of it."
Vance picked up a piece and put it in place. He didn't like the idea that she'd thought he was too slow to solve the game but, in part, was intrigued by the fact that she thought she was smarter than he was. Few people were.
Millie recognized the challenge in his eyes and pick up a piece. They alternated placing pieces, moving faster and faster until they both reached for the last piece.
"That's mine." Vance grinned. She was very quick.
"I think not." Millie tried not to grin back but the air between them had changed and she saw light dancing behind his eyes.
They were leaning toward each other, and Vance felt that familier ache. She was lovely but how could things go further than an ache and regret. He sat back with a deep sigh.
Millie sat back as well, wondering what had stopped him. She had thought that he was going to kiss her. But, no, she decided that she must have misread his intent. She picked up the forgotten final piece and put it in place. The puzzle formed a three-dimentional heart. It was very pretty but suddenly, Millie was very tired.
She sighed. "Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, but I should be going now."
Vance sighed again; he been thinking much the same thing. "Yes. It is getting a bit late." He checked his watch. 8:30.
"I wonder where my roommate got to?" Millie mused as she looked around the room.
"I don't know." He smiled sadly, knowing he evening's fantasy had ended. "I'll help you look."
They found the host fiirst who looked less than innocent when she informed them that the roommate had let sometime ago.
Millie smirked. "No doubt forgetting that she was my ride home."
"Thereby obligating me to take you." Vance rolled his eyes. "How clever."
"You are certainly not obligated to do anything." Millie protested, annoyed by both the manipulation and the word 'obligated'.
"Oh but I am." Being near her was nearly unbearable but he craved even the few minutes they'd be alone in the car. At least for that, he could stretch his leg out. "I'm leaving now anyway. This would give me a polite excuse."
She agreed. In truth, it was what she wanted in the first place. She already knew nothing would come of it. He was a flower, albet it a subtler one than most. But a flower nonetheless and flowers pollinate flowers. Not leaves. It had been fun to imagine that he had even a passing interest in her but that dream would fade soon like so many others.
They left the house oblivious to the whispers of friends who saw the whistful looks in both of their eyes and the tender way Vance helped Millie with her coat.
He opened the car door for her and instantly regreted the intoxicating scent of her as she accidenly brushed against him. It made the ache even more persistent. He consciously kept his hand from rubbing the dull throbbing and tried not to limp around the back of the car.
Millie found herself far more aroused than she'd ever been. But she was curious. As he got into the driver's side, she noticed than his right leg was fine but his left could hardly bend. His hand lightly touched the inside of his leg but he stopped and flexed his fingers as if he were deliberately resisting easing the apparent pain.
Vance smiled at her and started the car. "So where are we going?"
She told him where she lived. It was close — almost close enough to walk. From there, Vance knew he'd have a relatively short drive to his own home and to solitude and relief.
It was a silent drive, punctuated only by Millie's brief directions.
At her apartment complex, the security gate was down. A guard, smiled, nodded and asked to see a residence pass. Millie provided hers and leaned across Vance in order for the guard to see her face clearly. The movement and her return to a seated position, allowed her breasts to rub against Vance's chest and breifly rest on his thighs. Her hand braced on his knee. Her scent assailed him and his heart rate doubled. His leg had begun to cramp and he found no amount of flexing his foot would relieve it.
Millie directed Vance to her building. It was clear that his pain was getting worse and she felt badly for him. "Vance, I don't mean to pry," She licked her lips and looked away. "But if you'd like to come in for a moment, I do have some pain killers. If that would help, of course."
"Thank you." Vance realized that he needed to do something. "Actually, I hate to presume, but may I use your bathroom?"
She laughed, embarrassed. "You can, but you may not want to."
"It's easier to show you. Come on."
She got out of the car, more nervous than when she got in by far. She hadn't brought a boy home since college. That — and the few dates she'd had after — had been disasters. Vance was a perfect gentleman; perhaps it was a good thing that he seemed to have no attraction for her.
Vance was simply glad her building had an elevator. There would be no way he could walk a flight of stairs.
Millie's hand shook as she tried to unlock her apartment door. The lights were off and there was no indication that her roommate had returned.
Vance saw immediately what Millie's concern was. The loft was huge; one large open floor. But there were no interior walls anywhere. Two entire exterior walls were floor-to-ceiling windows. The rooms were separated by décor and a few free standing screens. The 'bathroom' — as designated by the visible plumbing — was almost completely exposed not only to the rest of the apartment's occupants but to anyone looking in as well.
"This complex used to have both apartments and offices but the original management company tanked and the new one converted the offices to residential units. We're high enough that no one can just look in. Not without a plane, at least. But it took me a while to adjust to being so open."
Vance nodded. And winced. He was having a personal crisis. He could not wait any longer to relieve himself and yet, doing it here, with this exposure...
"If it would help, I can go behind that screen over there. That's my room." It would block her line of sight if she didn't turn her head. But nothing in the room would block sound.
"Millie..." Vance started and stopped helplessly. "I should just go."
"Vance." She stopped him. "I promise you, I won't watch. I won't hold anything you do in there against you. But, I don't know what's wrong, but it's clear that you need to do something about it. You're sweating." The smell carried something primal and Millie wanted to rub her body against his.
"Millie, you're very sweet but ... but ... my, my leg. It's not normal. People ... well, the word freak has been used on occasion."
"I won't look, I promise. Not if you don't want me to."
She couldn't imagine what kind of sound would emanate from a leg. "I won't listen." She snapped her fingers. "I'll stand outside."
"I couldn't put you out of your own home."
Vance was desperate. "Five minutes. You don't even have to knock. I'll do this as quickly as I can."
"Take your time." She smiled and stepped outside, pleased that she found a way to help him.
Vance watched the door close and took a closer look out of the windows. The nearest building was a dazzling ten stories below them. In the evening twilight, he could see distant lights beginning to glow like land bound stars. It wasn't private, but it was as good as he was going to get.
He walked back to the commode, looked back to confirm that the door was still closed and unbuckled his pants.
He wore a custom fit baggy pant because nothing off the rack ever fit him. Underwear weren't even an option. He let the pants fall to the floor and released the three straps that kept his dick firmly attached to his left leg.
It had been the easiest solution.
In junior high, he had been large but not out of proportion to his classmates. Then came summer and the male growth spurts. As the rest of his body filled out and changed, so had his member, gaining more than an inch a year until he turned 18, when it finally stopped at an unbelievable 13 inches. Soft. Hard, he only gained another inch but that hardly mattered. At first, he thought it would make him the most popular boy in school. In reality, however, he found girls wanted to see it but not use it. Boys seemed to either resent him or fear him. And despite the supposed allure of the adult entertainment industry, Vance had no interest in doing that kind of work. All he wanted was a woman who didn't run at the sight of him.
He ran his hands up and down the length of his hardness. Binding, he'd learned when he started doing it was something of a turn on for himself. But few women got past his defensive personality so it was rare that he found himself like this — raging hard-on and blue balls. Millie was just the kind of woman he had a weakness for and there was no shower cold enough to cow his python into submission. But he closed his eyes and imagined how it would feel if just once, it was someone else's hands stroking his enormous cock. He had never felt lips on it before but he imagined hers would be heavenly.
Millie heard a moan and lamented. He must be in severe pain for her to hear him through the door. It was a shame that such a nice man had to endure such a horrible agony. She stepped away from the door jamb, pacing a few steps, as he moaned again. She would have done anything to relieve his pain. She struggled to think of something. Her foot tapped the door and it swung silently open. She cursed herself — she thought she'd pulled it tightly but neglected to verify that it had latched.
She reached for the knob and stopped, frozen by the sight of Vance stroking what appeared to be some kind of flesh-colored hose. His firm ass clenched and released and both of his knees bent freely. She stepped into the apartment, still fascinated by the bizarre sight. Vance moaned again, oblivious to the shocked woman or the open door. Slowly, Millie moved around and her eyes almost split open as she tried to take in the sight. It was no hose but Vance's cock he was holding and the sounds were his moans of pleasure as he masturbated in her open air bath.
Millie heard the distant rumble of the elevator and rushed to close the door. She turned the knob and prayed that the click of the latch was covered by the man's escalating groans. Then she turned and watched him, ass thrusting. She was amazed, enthralled. She'd never seen a man so big, never dreamed that a real person could be. She'd heard of such things but believed them to be fiction — the overzealous imaginings of bad writers. But here, in front of her very eyes, was a phallus nearly as long as her arm. Her knees shook.
Vance's knees were shaking too. He was sweating even more and his groans had taken a tone of frustration. His hands weren't enough tonight. He needed more. He had tools at his home — gels, creams, sleeves to do the job when his right hand didn't work. This was frustrating and beginning to chafe. He stopped and leaned a hand against the sink to catch his breath. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and looked over. The bathroom mirror reflected the city skyline. And Millie, leaning against the door, watching him wide-eyed.
It was too late to cover himself. It was too late for her to hide. He turned and faced her and she gasped as the full cock was displayed before her.
She was shaking, but she knew she had to do something. She was the one who entered his privacy; she was the one who broke the initial trust. She moved toward him, frightening Vance because her eyes never seemed to leave his dick.
She knelt before it — actually out of easy arms reach. Then she rubbed her cheek against it. Vance cried out as if electrocuted. How good her cheek felt! Her slender fingers were warm and their caress caused him to whimper. She began stroking him, half of him, in long slow motions that made Vance want to weep with joy.