Dating a Skinny Guy - From the Woman's Point of View
By A.J. Brown



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Nicole had met Brian on an online dating site and had only seen pictures of
him. Although he looked very handsome in his pictures, she knew that people
had the ability to make their profile pictures look better than the person
actually looked in real life if they wished.

Well Nicole definitely thought that Brian was a good looking guy now that she
saw him at the restaurant they were meeting at for their first date. He had
told her that he was 29-years-old, 5'11, and only weighed 155 pounds so she
knew that. But it didn't actually sink in for her just how small that was
until she saw him. He looked so skinny in that t-shirt that he was wearing,
his arms looking like sticks.

Nicole was a 29-year-old girl who stood at 5'8 and she weighed 205 pounds. She
had some fat on her but she didn't consider herself a fat girl, nor did most
others except for those guys that only wanted to date tiny girls, or tiny
girls themselves. A good portion of her weight came from her 38D boobs, the
fact that she was taller than the average woman, and her natural muscle mass.

Because of her size she had normally dated bigger guys in the past, normally
at least as tall as Brian was, and always weighing more than her, certainly
not 50 pounds less than her. But she did that more because those were the
kinds of guys that pursued her. She didn't find bigger guys necessarily
attractive and they normally smelled bad too. Just initially looking at Brian
she thought he looked so adorable with his smaller body and she really liked
his face. He was well-dressed as well wearing a dressy grey t-shirt and an
expensive looking pair of jeans.

They talked a bit as they were waiting to be seated and then some more once
they were given a table. He was a bit socially awkward but in a cute way, she
thought, and he was able to keep the conversation going. She thought he had
interesting things to say and that he had a good sense of humor too.

"I probably shouldn't have worn a t-shirt for our first date," he said as he
started cutting into the small steak that he had ordered, a piece of meat that
certainly wouldn't have filled her up. "I'm sitting here cutting this steak
and now you can see that I don't have any muscles at all."

Although she definitely noticed how small that he was overall, his lack of
muscle wasn't the first thing that occurred to her. But she definitely noticed
it once he said that. It didn't bother her at all, though, and she just
thought it was very cute like the rest of him. She liked that he was able to
have a sense of humor about it as well. They talked plenty more during the
meal and were really getting along. He was definitely different than any guy
she had dated in the past but she already liked him a lot.

"Well, I had a really good time tonight," she said to him when the date was
over. "You can call me again, if you want."

"I sure will," he said and she hadn't expecting him to sound that eager about
it. "Just so you know, I think you're super-hot."

That made her smile. She really thought this guy was cute and she hoped that
he wasn't just playing her. But she heard from him again, just two days after
the date. They talked some more. They dated again. They continued to hit it
off and soon enough they were officially dating.

"Brian, this is my friend, Lindsey," Nicole said, introducing Brian to her
friend at the bar they were at, Brian's first time meeting some of Nicole's
friends.

"It's nice to meet you," Lindsey said and she shook Brian's hand.

"Likewise," Brian said. "Would you like me to get you ladies a drink?"

"Sure," Nicole said and she patted Brian on his skinny shoulder. "Lindsey
always gets the same thing I get."

"Sounds good," Brian said. "I'll be back in a bit."

"Thanks hun," Nicole said then Brian walked away to the bar and Nicole turned
to Lindsey. "Isn't he adorable?"

"God, he's skinny," Lindsey said and Nicole did not like those being the first
words out of her friend's mouth, especially considering the tone that she
used. "Are you feeding him enough?"

Nicole couldn't believe that Lindsey had said that. She had been telling
Lindsey how much she liked Brian and then Lindsey went ahead and made a remark
like that. She thought it was pretty sexist for Lindsey to just assume that it
was her job to feed her grown man-friend and insulting to insinuate that she
was really bad at it. She was tempted to make a comment about him being a lot
better than the gun-loving republican, overweight guy that Lindsey was dating
but she decided not to go there.

"Leave him alone," Nicole said and she looked over at Brian getting the
drinks, looking somewhat clumsy as he couldn't get the bartenders' attention,
getting pushed aside by all of the other people up there that were bigger than
he was. "He's tiny and fantastic."

The next night the two of them decided to go out just the two of them. They
were hanging out at his place having a drink before they went out, getting
along like always. They were laughing about something when Brian accidentally
spilled some beer on the jeans that she was wearing.

"Oh my God," he said, looking like he felt really bad about it, but Nicole
knowing that she could never be angry with him. "I'm so sorry!"

"Don't worry about it!" she said, although it was quite a big spot that it
left on her thigh and she thought it might be a good idea for her to change if
she could. "I'll just wear a pair of your jeans. That's OK, right?"

"Um yeah, of course," he said.

She smiled at him, gave him a kiss on his cute lips, and then went into his
bedroom, pulling a pair of his jeans out of the closet. She took off the heels
that she was wearing and kicked them aside then she took off her jeans and
threw them on the ground. She looked down at her thick legs.

She started to put on his jeans and they felt tight right away. As she tried
to pull them up she was surprised that she couldn't even get them past her
calves. She smiled a bit as she tried a bit harder but could tell that it
wasn't going to happen. She couldn't believe it. Were her calves really more
masculine than his? She guessed they were. It must have just been her
conditioning from being a feminist.

She neatly hung his jeans back up, put her jeans back on, and put her shoes
back on. She really liked those shoes but they were hurting her feet already
and she wondered how her feet were going to feel by the end of the night. She
went into the bathroom and just scrubbed the beer spot with some soap and
water. She walked back out to the living room.

"Could you not find my jeans?" Brian said to her and he was on his knees,
looking like he was cleaning up some beer that had gotten on the rug during
the spill.

"It's all good," she said as she watched him move the coffee table a bit to
clean up and he actually strained a bit just to do that. She tried not to
laugh. It was a coffee table. How weak was he? She was wearing a tank-top and
she looked down at her own arms, then looked at his skinny ones. She didn't
have muscular arms by any means. But she definitely had more muscle mass than
he did in them. "I was able just to wash the spot on these. It will dry up by
the time we get out."

"Good," he said. "Because you look super-hot in those jeans." She couldn't
help but smile. Normally when she got complimented on her looks, guys were
talking about her boobs. But Brian was often telling her she was 'super-hot'
and it really made her feel good.

They were out that night drinking, watching sports, dancing, and having a
great time like usual. They got along so great. There were a lot of other
people out that night, though, and with so many others around, Nicole couldn't
help but feel a bit self-conscious. She was wearing that tank-top and he was
wearing a short-sleeved shirt. She kept thinking about what had happened when
she tried to put his jeans on. She felt like she caught some of the other men
and ladies that were out looking at them and snickering.

Nicole then wondered if she was gigantic or if Brian was just tiny. She knew
that they liked each other and it didn't matter if he was bigger or smaller
than he was. But in a public place like that, it sure felt like it mattered!
She damned those gender roles that she was conditioned to believe in and she
gave Brian a big kiss on the lips.

"Alright!" Nicole said when the night was over and they were walking down the
street to his car which was in a paid lot way down the road. "Fun time!"

"Glad you're still coming home with me and not one of those ripped guys in
there," he said jokingly. "I probably had the skinniest arms in the place."

"Oh stop it," she said with a laugh.

But after her laugh she looked at the fact that it was going to be at least a
five minute walk to the car. She had been right earlier when she thought that
her shoes were going to hurt her feet. And her stomach was a bit uneasy from
the six drinks she had as well. She wanted Brian to carry her to the car.

It wasn't like she always wanted him carrying her around like she was a purse
or something. But with her tummy ache and her feet hurting, it was a nice
idea. But she had to remind herself that she was dating someone with less
muscle mass than her. She thought about how he had struggled moving the table
before. The poor guy could barely lift a piece of paper, and she chuckled to
herself thinking about that idea. She just kept on walking to the car on her
own legs.

"Why don't we not go out?" she said to him another time when he asked her what
she wanted to do on Friday night as she had felt bad that he bought the
majority of her drinks for her when they went out, insisting even when she
offered to pay. "How about we stay in - I'll cook us dinner!"

They decided to make an evening out of it as they even went to the grocery
store together to get everything that Nicole wanted to make. Brian, the
bachelor, didn't have a whole lot of food at his house so she ended up having
to buy quite a bit. When they got back to his house and it was time to get the
groceries out of the car, it was Nicole that ended up carrying all of the
heavy bags. She smiled, thinking about how she truly was doing everything for
this date. They started cooking and even though she was doing all of the
cooking, he tried to help. He tried to open a jar of tomato sauce for him and
she saw him struggling.

"Here, give it to me," she said. He handed her the jar and easily popped it
open, smiling at him as he blushed.

Nicole came from a family that liked to cook so she was excited to impress him
with her cooking ability. She made plenty of Chicken French, mashed potatoes,
pasta, green beans, salad, and pie for dessert. She made enough so they could
both have big portions and have some leftovers too.

She didn't want to seem like she was overeating, though, so she put less on
her plate than she normally would have eaten. She watched as he took his
portions which ended up being less than half the size of hers. They talked as
they ate. She was still very hungry after she was done eating hers. He didn't
even come close to eating everything on his plate when he stopped.

"You gonna have more?" she asked him. "You didn't even finish what was on your
plate."

"I can't," he said and he just sounded weak when he said it - weak but
adorable to her. "I'm stuffed."

"You eat like a small child," she said to him teasingly. "I love you, but you
eat like a small child. And I'm going to eat your leftovers for you. Whatever
- it works."

She picked up his plate and used his fork to put the rest of his food on her
plate. She looked at his skinny arms and his skinny self. Skinny boy couldn't
even handle one of her good old-fashioned meals. She thought he was so cute.
But as she ate as she saw him sitting there, she wondered if he thought she
was fat. The thought of that made her feel sad. She knew he was dating her and
that he was always telling her that he thought she was super-hot. And the fact
that he used the term 'super-hot' and not just some generic term, made it
pretty clear that he was being genuine. That was all the answer she needed as
she thought about it in her head.

And he backed up his talk about thinking that she was super-hot later on that
evening. They had been sitting on the couch watching some Netflix but it
didn't last very long before he was all over her, clearly wanting sex. That
was fine with her as she wanted the same thing.

They started off in his bed with him on top. Being a feminist she liked to be
in control and she liked being on top as well. So she got on top of him and
she took charge. She was fucking him hard and it almost looked like being on
the bottom for her was too much for him to take.

This was never an issue she had with the bigger guys she had dated but he was
just so small. His naked body looked so incredibly pale and she wondered if
that was the case because he was just naturally pale or because she was
killing him? Her bigger body was hitting his as they fucked and she feared
that her puny little boyfriend's lung might collapse. It made her a bit
nervous and she requested that he get back on top. She looked at his skinny
body as he fucked her - he looked so small.

"I'm going to look through your stuff to see if I can find something to sleep
in," she said to him when they were done.

"Go for it," he said.

Once he said that, she remembered how she couldn't even come close to fitting
into his little jeans. Those were jeans, however, and she figured that he had
to have a pair of sweatpants or something that fit a bit looser that she would
be able to wear to bed. She rummaged through his drawers.

First thing she pulled out was a t-shirt of his, that looked small, but it
looked like it might fit. She put it on and although it fit her tight, it
wasn't tight like the jeans were and she actually thought it felt comfortable.
She looked at herself in the mirror wearing it. She really like the way it
showed her upper-body, especially her big boobs.

"You look super-hot in that shirt," Brian said to her from the bed.

She never got sick of hearing him say that. She smiled at him, left the shirt
on, and looked down to see that he had many more t-shirts in the drawer as
well. She just might be taking some of those home with her to wear. She needed
some shorts so she grabbed a pair of his boxer shorts.

She started to put them on and it least it wasn't like his jeans where she
couldn't get them up past her calves. But once she got them up past her thighs
she could tell that they were going to be super tight. She got them up and
they barely fit around her waist. They felt incredibly tight and just taking
two steps in them made her feel how uncomfortable they were. There was no way
she was going to be able to sleep in those. She put them back in the drawer.
It looked like she was going to be sleeping in just his t-shirt and her thong.

"How do you fit into those boxers?" she said to him. "I swear, those have to
be children's boxers."

He didn't respond, just made an uncomfortable face that she thought was so
adorable, and she squeezed him. He felt so small and weak when she squeezed
him and it looked like she was hurting him again, just like when she was on
top when they were having sex. She let go of him but couldn't resist giving
his puny arm one more squeeze.

"Sorry you can't squeeze me like you could some of those big muscle hunks," he
joked. "I just can't take much when I don't have any muscle."

"You don't have to be sorry at all!" she said and she had to resist from
grabbing him again. "I just want to wrap you in that blanket and hold you
forever. Even if you can't open any jars - ever." The two smiled and shared a
kiss before quickly falling asleep after that.

Another Friday night the two of them were hanging out and they stayed in at
his place as opposed to going out. He said that he would take care of dinner
this time. While she was expecting that he was going to cook for her like she
did for him, he ended up just telling her he was going to order pizza. She
thought about that. She knew that he was always telling her how hot he thought
she was but she knew that pizza would make her gain weight.

"Mind just ordering me a salad, sweetie?" she said. "I'm really not in the
mood for pizza."

So he did so and he ordered a medium pizza for himself. She remembered how
little he ate when she cooked for him and she knew that there was going to be
plenty of that pizza left over. She was going to have to resist the temptation
to eat some. But he got going and was putting it down faster than she ever
would have guessed. That skinny boy had an appetite on him when he really
liked the food, apparently. She was shocked as they at their meal and he ended
up eating the entire pizza. All of it. All gone. Even she didn't think she'd
be able to eat all of that and she knew that if she did she'd look like a
blimp for the next week. She was amused thinking about the fact that her
skinny boy might actually gain some weight after that.

"Jeez," she said when she looked at her boyfriend who actually had a look on
his face like he could have eaten more. "I've never seen you eat like that
before. You might actually put on a couple of pounds tomorrow!"

"I definitely won't," he said. "Doesn't matter what I eat - I won't gain any
weight. I could eat a box of cookies on top of this and I wouldn't either."

"You little bitch," she said to him jokingly as she finished up her small
salad. "You are just going to be skinny forever."

The following day that had planned on going out that night. Nicole had been
looking at her apartment and thinking that she needed a chance of scenery. She
had actually arranged things quite a bit differently and was liking the way
the place was looking. One thing she did need to move was the couch and she
wasn't going to be able to do that on her own. She heard a knock at the door.
She looked out the peephole to see her skinny boyfriend standing there and she
opened the door.

"Hey," he said. "I was driving by, I figured I'd pop in and say hi before we
go out later."

"Perfect timing actually," she said. "I could use some help moving this
couch."

Once she said that, she looked at his skinny arms and had a feeling that he
wasn't going to be able to lift it. But she was going to be helping him and
with two people doing it, she couldn't imagine it would be that hard. He
didn't say he wouldn't help but she could tell by the look on his face that he
also was worried that he wouldn't be able to do it, though he walked over to
help her anyway.

She grabbed one side of it and he grabbed the other. It was heavier than even
she thought it would be. Still, when she counted to three and started to lift
it up, she was able to get her side up without too much difficulty. She looked
at her boyfriend through a look of strain and embarrassment on his face as he
couldn't get it off of the ground at all. She was quick to put her side down,
not wanting to hurt him. She looked at how embarrassed and winded he looked
and she just wanted to squeeze him so tight.

"Here, let me try again," he said, sounding like he really wanted to help but
she knew that wasn't a good idea.

"Hey, what's up Nicole!"

Nicole looked to see that when Brian had come in they had left the front door
open. Her neighbor, Debbie, was standing there. Debbie was a 39-year-old
divorced woman who was in pretty good shape. Since she had gotten divorced she
was all into fitness. She wasn't heavy but she looked pretty strong for a
woman.

"Hey Deb," Nicole said. "This is my boyfriend, Brian. You actually mind giving
me a hand moving this couch?"

"Not at all," Debbie said as she gave Brian a big smile like she thought she
was better than him. "Happy to help." Nicole knew how Debbie could be. She
didn't necessarily want Brian around.

"Hun, you may as well just go lie down in bed," Nicole said to her boyfriend.
"We'll be done in a bit."

"God, he's skinny," Debbie said with a smirk on her face once Brian was in the
bedroom. "Are you feeding him enough?"

"Let's move this couch," Nicole said, trying to not let her annoyance show
that Debbie had made the exact some comment that Lindsey did.

The more she thought about what Debbie said, the more her annoyance turned to
anger. Why did all of these girls feel the need to make these comments? Brian
was tiny and he was fantastic! The two of them moved couch, Debbie only
straining a little, but both ladies able to pick up the couch and move it,
unlike Brian.

After they had dinner, Nicole and Brian went out to a dance club. It wasn't in
the best part of the city but they had gone early and it was still light
outside when they went. It looked like it was going to be plenty crowded in
there as well as they had to park about a half mile away from the place and
then walk the rest of the way there.

They had a great time together like they always did when they were out. They
drank, they danced, and they joked around. They were having such a good time
that they lost track of the time and before they knew it, it was after
midnight. It was time to walk back to the car.

Apparently, a lot of the cars that they had seen when they first got there
were also people that had gotten there early as there weren't many cars parked
out there at all now. The street wasn't well lit either and the two of them
had fairly long walk down this dark street.

As they got further away from the club and still weren't very close to the car
Nicole started to get nervous as things seemed darker. She felt far more
nervous about Brian than she did about herself. If any trouble came along, he
wouldn't be able to protect Nicole and he wouldn't be able to protect himself
- his bones were just so fragile.

"Ah, I'm drunk!" she then heard a drunk guy yell and she saw Brian flinch
being very startled by the yelling. "Wasted!"

They walked closer to their car and Nicole looked at the guy who was doing the
yelling. It was a big, muscular guy with a tank-top on and a baseball hat. He
was clearly very drunk but he looked harmless enough to Nicole - just some
drunk loud guy. But she could tell that Brian was nervous as they got closer
to him.

"Hey you two, I'm lost!" the drunk guy said to them as they got closer. "Can
you HELP me?"

He yelled really loudly and it startled Brian enough to make him flinch. The
guy was just drunk and not trying to cause trouble but Nicole understood why
her boyfriend looked afraid. He was just so weak and fragile and anyone that
big who was making noise would make him nervous. The big guy seemed to notice
Brian's worry as well.

"Awe, are you afraid?" the drunk guy yelled at Brian and Brian and Nicole had
now walked by him but he was still looking at them. "What's the matter? Is the
tough guy afraid?" Brian looked ahead and just kept walking, not even having
enough pride to stand up for himself in front of his girlfriend - Nicole
thought that was so cute.

"Just keep walking, sweetie," Nicole said to him. "Don't pay any attention to
him."

"The big tough guy!" they listened to the drunk guy yell and he yelled similar
other things all of the way until the two of them got in the car and closed
the door. Nicole looked at how embarrassed Brian looked.

"I'm sorry," Brian said to her. "Sorry I just acted like such a wimp."

"You don't have to be sorry for anything," she said to him as she gave him a
kiss on the lips. "I love you exactly how you are."

Nicole had never felt about anyone the way that she felt about Brian. She just
found him absolutely adorable and she loved everything about him.
Unfortunately, Nicole and Brian are no longer together. He ended it one day
just telling her that it wasn't working out.

Nicole isn't quite sure the real reason that Brian broke up with her. Perhaps
he didn't like being with a girl that was that much bigger than him. Perhaps
there was something about her that he didn't like. Or maybe he just wasn't
feeling it anymore and he wanted something knew.

Either way, Nicole has moved on with her life though she hasn't forgotten all
of the great things about being with Brian. Though she has moved on from him,
she remembers all of the things that she loved about being with him. She is
currently single and looking for a sweet, skinny, weak guy that she can be
with.

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