I thought I was in love with Brock, but he turned out to be a brute, a brute with a big cock. He said it was my fault he couldn’t get it in. Maybe he was right. I went to the doctor and she had difficulty getting the speculum in. She told me if I ever had children it would be by C-section. She gave me some exercises and recommended a certain type of dildo, but I was too shy to get one.

Instead I decided to find a nice guy with a small dick. The nicest guy I knew was Eugene, and he was somewhat slight, but I wasn’t sure that meant his penis was also slight. Waiting at the bus stop after school, I asked him if he could do me a special favor. He said sure. But it kinda depends on your penis size, I told him. I need someone not too big. He looked a little crestfallen. I took it to mean he actually had a big dick. He said he wasn’t sure. He said he thought maybe he was average. So we decided to give it a try.

It turned out his dick was definitely smaller than Brock’s. But before he could get it more than a tiny bit in he splurched. He was so embarrassed. I told him it was okay, that maybe next time it would work. In the meantime I suggested we try a carrot. We went through the bunch and found one about the same size as his dick. He spent some time making it slippery with my juice and his splurch, and then he gently slid it into me.

It went in! I was so happy! He moved it gently back and forth and up and down and in and out, and while he was doing it he caressed my clit and my nipples. Now I was not just happy, I was excited. And I got more and more excited and then I came. I came so hard! He started moving the carrot again and it didn’t take long before I was coming again. He did it a third time and I came a third time. “No more, no more,” I pleaded. He pulled the carrot out of me and kissed the tip of it and then took a bite. I thought that was very endearing.

After I calmed down, I could tell Eugene wanted to try again with his penis instead of the carrot, which was now mostly eaten. And I wanted him to. And his dick was stiff. But it was also big, bigger than it had been before. Bigger than the carrot had been. But he was gentle. It took a while, but finally he was in me. And he felt good. And then suddenly he was coming. I was so happy for him. I thought I was all comed out, but it turned out I wasn’t. We hugged hard together even after he softened and slipped out.

Eugene and I practiced every afternoon for a week. The last day he said, I love you. He was in me and we’d both just come. I hugged him and squeezed him. But I knew I didn’t love him, and I felt a little bit bad for not being able to say it.

A few weeks later I gathered up my courage and bought a dildo, one that was substantially bigger than a carrot or Eugene’s cock. I was thinking about asking Eugene to help me try it out, but I decided that wouldn’t be appropriate. So for right now I’m on my own.