Chapter 10: The Encounter

Chapter 10: The Encounter

I love unfamiliar places.

Walking through strange streets gives me a feeling of intense joy.

New destinations full of delightful mysteries…

It's the kind of excitement that drives me.

I felt something like that when I first came to my high school, wandering around the campus at lunchtime, finding a place to hang my bag, looking for a place to eat…

And suddenly I saw…what was it?

I spotted a female student, crouching low in the bushes behind the school building.

What in the world was she doing out there all alone?

It was the very first mystery of my high school days.

Of course, the situation was nothing to start fantasizing about. If she was feeling sick or something, I needed to make sure she was OK.

With that thought in mind, I called out to her.

"Are you OK?"

"Eee..."

She gave out a little cry and inched herself a bit straighter. She seemed to be in shock, this girl.

She had a red ribbon pinned to her school uniform, which told me she was an upperclassman.

But she was so tiny.

She didn't look like a high school girl…though she didn't exactly look like she was in elementary school, either.

The girl had standoffish eyes half hidden behind her long, silky-smooth hair. They had a tinge of fright about them.

But more importantly, she had really tiny tits.

"Umm…" I stammered.

What should I do?

All I wanted to do was talk to her, but she was glaring at me like I was some kind of disgusting pervert.

I'd never been in this situation before.

As I was trying to come up with my next move, I noticed that there was a cat sitting beside her.

"You've got a cat there," I said.

The girl gave a slight nod and began to speak in a tiny voice.

"The cat…doesn't look well," she stammered.

"Really?" I asked. "Is she hurt or something?"

The cat was scruffy and looked a bit dirty, but she didn't seem to have any visible injuries.

Of course, I'm not a vet or anything. She could have some kind of hidden injury like a fracture or internal bleeding or something. And then, it came to me.

"Maybe she's hungry."

I had a packaged chiffon cake with me that I had bought at a convenience store. I opened it and broke off a small piece for the cat. After sniffing it for a second, she opened her mouth wide and devoured it whole.

"She ate it!" cried the girl. Her eyes started to twinkle.

It was such a pure, innocent reaction. Adorable.

Smiling, I handed a piece of the chiffon cake to her as well.

"Would you like some, too?" I asked.

She stared back at me with wide, disbelieving eyes, nodded meekly, and took the bite of cake.

"Mmm," she said, munching. "It's good."

As I drift back from that memory of our first meeting, I find myself again in front of my little Big, smiling as she drinks her coffee, tiny mouth stuffed full of sweet chiffon cake.