But he simply stood there laughing.

Yet it wasn't an arrogant laugh. It was a peaceful laugh. Or perhaps it was more of a giggle, and he giggled an awful lot. Though it wasn't her body that he was laughing at. Somehow he was actually more distracted at this moment by something else, and while this could have been considered a little funny, he wasn't actually laughing for the normal obsessive issue concerning size.

Upon removing her pants she'd emptied her pockets, and now she stood in front of him holding out three condoms in her hands. "I'm sorry if this is in some way embarrassing for you," she said in a kind and questioning manner, "but I simply wanted to cover all the basis. So I have different sizes in case you are small, average or large. I hope that you don't care too much that I care too much about size, because I don't. I just want to make love to you."

"Yeah I know," he said with a strange air of comforting confidence. "It's just that you won't be needing those. Plus your attention to detail happens to be kind of cute. Just like you really."

"What do you mean that we won't be needing these?" she pondered.

"We just won't. You'll see."

He smiled a most magnificent smile. It wasn't in anyway conniving. It was just a really happy one. And even though she didn't know all that he did, she didn't question him further. She didn't really think anything, but she knew that she could trust him. It was a strange feeling, because with any other guy she would have not proceeded, fearing an unwanted pregnancy, or a sexual disease (which would of course also be unwanted). It was just something that she sensed in this guy. Something that was different. So even as he walked over to her and started caressing her, she feared nothing at all. This was even more strange for the fact that she didn't easily trust people. She was generally a commitment phobe. Yet here she was just giving herself to him. It was totally unlike her.

He began by kissing her forehead whilst holding both her hands. He gently rubbed her hands with his. Together they felt at one with each other, like they belonged. He kissed her forehead a number of times with a delicacy, with an appreciation. Already she was feeling that no man had ever appreciated her body like this before. They were too keen to get it all over and done with. Not that they wanted it over and done with quickly. That's just the way that it usually turned out with her. Her beauty could make it somewhat more difficult to last. But her beauty could be a curse in many ways.

Now that he held her hands a part of him wanted to hold them forever. Life felt so secure like this. They both looked directly into each others eyes. Neither said anything. And it would have been difficult to, for they were both smiling too much. It wasn't what you'd ever see in a photograph, because smiles like these could never come unnaturally. But it seemed like neither of them had any control over what was happening just now. At least she didn't.

Eventually he let go. Neither knew how long this took. It may have only been a second from the moment they looked at each other, but it was difficult to tell, for at this moment time appeared to stand still. What he did now was brush her hair back with both hands. Then he placed them on the sides of her shoulders, just below the cut of her clothing so that he could still touch her glorious skin. She did the same with him. Then they kissed. Again it is difficult to tell how long this lasted. They started with almost a kind of caution, so again the actions were slow. It was as if they wanted to both appreciate this as much as possible, though neither were actually aware of this. It was just their instincts taking over. There was no thinking taking place as they gradually began to exchange fluids.

But rather than taking from the other they were giving. They were breathing a new lease of life into the other. They both held each others heads, then again they held hands. Suddenly they stopped, moving back just a fraction, enough to look deeply into the others eyes. Again the smiles returned. This time they both giggled a fraction. When they stopped it was she who began to caress his hands, and it was she who kissed his forehead. Suddenly she took off his t-shirt. Before she'd removed his pants he asked if she'd like to lie down on the bed. She made her way over to it and at the same time began to wake up. She realised that she still had her shirt on! Usually this would have been ripped off within moments. Come to think of it, wouldn't all of this be already over by now, she wondered.

Although fully awakened again, she didn't suddenly fear him. And quickly he was lying next to her, and both of them were naked. But though he was quick to get naked he wasn't particularly quick to do anything else. She wondered who the hell this freak was.

She hadn't even looked at his penis, and he hadn't even touched her down there. The strange thing was that this seemed irrelevant. So although they lay naked, she hadn't even checked out his crotch. She reached down, expecting to grab a hold of something very hard.

So it wasn't the relatively small size of the penis that surprised her. It was the softness. For a moment she wondered if it was even softer than her own skin. But how was this possible?

She began to rub on it, but not in a highly aggressive, get big you slack thing type of fashion. It was like with the hands. More of a gentle caressing. Still the penis didn't change, but suddenly she realised that she didn't care. She moved south to apparently start going down on him, but she didn't try to do this at all. Instead she simply kissed his penis, smiled again, and moved back north to look into his eyes. Again she kissed his forehead. Again she kissed his mind.

He said nothing, yet at the same time he wasn't fearful. He knew that he could trust her.

His penis had never gone vertical, nor extended beyond three inches in length, and now she lay on his small, but smooth chest, and listened to his heart. Now he was moving her, but it was the most minimal of movement, as his chest rose and fell, doing so slowly, in the most rhythmic, calming manner imaginable.

This wasn't what being with a man had ever been like for her. But strangely she now didn't feel like she was missing out on anything.

She wasn't competitive. But she was content. And at this moment she realised that she was complete.

Soon after this she fell asleep. In the past, even after the exhaustion of sex, and even on the most comfortable of pillows, she could still struggle to get some shut eye. But now, after not even raising a hint of sweat, and whilst lying on a body that was perhaps made more of bones than of muscle and fat, she slept for hours. It was like resting on a surfboard, but it felt more comfortable than any pillow.

When she awoke he was still awake, and he was still smiling. She looked up at him and did the same. But still she said nothing. There was no reason to. Sex was now irrelevant, as was time.

She expected him to get up, now that she was finally awake. But to her surprise he didn't. Instead he took both her shoulders and moved them and her with a high degree of caution, like she was made of china, onto a real pillow. Now he moved slightly south, and lay his head just below her breasts. Once again they grabbed each others hands, but this time it was tighter, as if to emphasise that nothing could ever rip them apart. And now he slept. For how long none of them knew. But she spoke to him gently and regularly, as her breathing now moved him as his had moved her.

She didn't know if he could hear her, but she didn't care. In the past this hadn't mattered anyway. Their messages had always gotten through......somehow.

And somewhere deep down inside her there was an awareness of this. As well as an awareness of what had just taken place. After all, as she had slept, he had done exactly the same thing.

So the two of them didn't only communicate, but they understood each other. They were on the same wave length.

Suddenly she stopped with her talking and remembered the condoms. She started giggling, remembering how much of a struggle it was for a guy to get one on properly. Her giggling made her body move more and this woke him. But he didn't care. In fact as he looked up at her face, he wondered if he was still dreaming. Soon afterwards he fell back asleep. And he never did find out if that was a dream or not. She would always say stubbornly that it must have been, but he could never totally be sure. After all, it was a hunch that would never quite go away.

When he awoke again he told her that no other woman had slept with him like that. They'd all been bored with the lack of adventure.

"But you were perfect," she declared with certainty.

"They all hate it" he repeated. "They're always wanting a challenge. They're always wanting something difficult."

"They are all fools," she said with defiance. She paused briefly before saying, "They would not understand." As she did so the sides of her mouth curled upwards and her eyes shone like stars. Inside, he felt his entire body tingle, and his heart burn.

They both tried to get up, but being intoxicated with joy they banged heads and fell back down laughing. In the opinion of most humans these clumsy two who couldn't even 'make love' were a complete and utter failure.

But now that they'd slept together, there was nothing they couldn't achieve.