Birthday Presents

When this happened, Elena had been living with me for six months. The relationship was one of a teacher with a brilliant student–she wanted to learn everything about my business, about herself, and about sex. She started to travel with me to the different conventions, and soon she was designing lingerie so sexy that it could be used to raise the dead from their graves. She had been selling it in the boutique where she worked and I have to say I had never seen Elaine, the boutique’s owner, happier in her life.

Elena had also made a new circle of friends – most of them coworkers from the boutique or surrounding stores on the mall. One of her friends was Natalia, a comically petite girl that was a high school senior. I say comically petite because this girl was just four and a half feet tall at 18 years of age; she had a type of dwarfism that limited her height but kept her body measures in proportion. When you looked at her, you saw a woman simply scaled down–her figure was perfectly normal, just in a smaller size than women her age. In fact, Natalia was hot. Her small body had curves in all the right places: nice rounded breasts that looked yummy as only a teenager’s breasts could be, a firm ass, and a fit body thanks to all the exercise she did as a member of her school’s swimming team. I knew this because a few times I accompanied Elena to cheer on Natalia in her competitions. She was a constant visitor in my house and I had gotten used to seeing her cute face, topped with hair dyed in a rainbow of colors (she was supposedly a natural blonde), on the living room floor. I have to admit that secretly I was jealous of whatever high school brat was nailing that cute spinner!