Home sweet home

School is so exhausting! But I'm glad to be home and resting in Samantha's enormous bed while she changes into different clothes. I watch her quietly without thought. It's hard to keep my head out of some dangerous and dirty thoughts while Samantha stands in front of me twenty-five percent clothed with only her black underwear and white bra on. It's a struggle that everyone faces at some point.

"Damnit." I bite my tongue and force myself to turn away, the heaviest blush crossing my cheeks and reaching the tips of my ears. "Don't be a creep, Caesar."

She already thinks she's just eye candy for you to ogle at. There's no need to make things worse for yourself and her.

I cup my face, groaning in a gay panic. "I'm such a gay mess."

"You're a what?" Samantha's shadow looms over me.

I straightened up myself as if nothing happened and wave her off. "Nothing, nothing. I'm just tired."

"You are always tired, besides," The bed shakes and bends to Samantha's added weight. "You can tell me anything, Caesar. Now, what's wrong?"

I shake my head. "I'm fine, Sam."

The bed bends again and I scooped up off the large pillow. "Does someone want attention?" Samantha coos leaning in close to me.

"No," I say. It's a half truth.

Samantha gives me a cocky side smirk. "I think you do. Usually, when you're grumpy you want attention."

A heavy sigh escapes my lips. To be honest, I have been feeling pretty crappy since my little panic attack at lunch. My emotions are on the border of wanting Samantha to comfort me and not wanting to be bothered by any living creature on earth. I think I can get the best of both worlds if I play my cards right.

"Babe, you're dozing off," Samantha speaks up.

I'm blindsided by Samantha calling me babe and my brain goes into an analysis/panic phase, because my brain is a complete mess right now and can't have cognitive thought just yet.

BABE!! She called me babe! When did these little pet names get introduced to the relationship and why? Is that how dating works? Do we call each cute little names instead of our real names? Have I been this dating thing all wrong?

"Hey, are you okay? You look like you're in some deep thought there." Samantha pokes me repeated which then breaks my panicked thoughts.

"You called me babe," I say partly confused. Ah, who the hell am I kidding, I'm completely confused! "Why did you call me babe?"

An increasingly worried look crosses Samantha's face. "Do you not like the name."

I throw my hands out in front of me. "No, no. I don't mind. I just... I don't know." I shrug. "I didn't expect you to call me that."

Samantha smirks mischievously. "Do you get all mushy when I call you that?"

My face heats up. "No," I quickly deny her assumption. "I don't."

"Oh, really." She leans in close enough for me smell her minty breath. "Then why are you all red-cheeked and flustered."

I grit my teeth. Gods, I hate it when she does stuff like this. When she gets all seductive and plays with my emotions. One, it's annoying for me to deal with and two, I don't want to deal with it. You guys see my problem here.

I cross my arms, pouting like a child, and turn away from the giant teenager.

"Oh, come on, Caesar. I'm only teasing." Samantha giggles like a child. She then leans all the way in and pecks me on the cheek. "I love it when you get all mushy and embarrassed. It just tells me that you have a soft spot for me."

You don't know how big of a soft spot I have for you. I tell myself mentally.

Samantha brushes her fingers against my thigh and slides one under my baggy shirt. I don't know whether to stop her or let her go. Her finger rubs against my abdomen.

"You're so well built." She mutters. Samantha pulls my shirt up more and my heart begins to pound against my rib cage. She's never acted like this before so I don't know whether to be worried and let her do what she wants.

Luckily Samantha catches herself and blushes like a rosebud on a sunny day. "S-sorry." she pulls the shirt back down, hiding my abdomen. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

I relax my tensed up body. I didn't know I had tensed up in the first place. That must be the reason why Samantha finally stopped touching me.

"You... you're fine."

Samantha shakes her head. "No, it's not fine. I didn't mean to be so touchy."

"Samantha, seriously, it's fine. I stare you all the time when you get undressed." Once the words slipped out of my mouth, I immediately regretted saying it. Ah, shit!

I don't think Samantha or I have ever blushed so hard.

"Um... is there any way I can take that back." I ask trying to salvage the rest of my dignity if I had any left.

Samantha, still blushing like crazy, tells me no. "It's too late. I already knew about it anyway."

Oh, yeah.

I cup my face to hide the embarrassment. It's not like I can do much to hide it anyway.

"So," Samantha clears her throat. "What do you want to do for the rest of the day?"

I swallow the embarrassment and shrug my shoulders. "I don't know... nothing I guess."

Samantha rolls her eyes. "We can't just do nothing for the rest of the day. How about a game of chess, I want a rematch."

"Okay," I say with a confident half smirk. "If you want to get your butt kicked again then I'm down."

Samantha cocks a brow. "I think the outcome will be much different this time. Now that I know you can play and what your skill set is, I'll totally beat you."

"So confident. Are you sure you want to put all of your faith in simple skill?" I ask.

A spark of pride inside both of us will make this chess game much more interesting than any other game that I've played. It'll test our skills and show us who truly is better at chess.

"How about we raise the stakes. It's not just our skills on the line but something else as well." Samantha adds. "Just to spice things up."

My first thought is that it's not a good idea to place bets or play by the rules of giants, especially giantesses. In my opinion, giantesses are much more terrifying then giants which is why it bothered me so much when Samantha, a giantess, came to get me. But the universe has to prove me wrong all the time and I was oh so graciously blessed with a kind hearted giantess like Samantha.

"What kind of spice?"

A mischievous grin plays across Samantha's soft red lips. "The good kind."

"You mean the kind that you put in your food like salt or something. Or like the action that goes on behind closed doors."

Samantha halts and glares at me. "You and Ashley both are related in some way, I know it."

I gag at the thoughts of being related to the redhead. "Never in a million years."

"You two think too alike and it scares me," Samantha explains

"We're not related or else we would be the same size." I point out.

"True. Now I've been thinking about bets for the last minute and I think I have a good figured out."

"Hmm, let's hear it." I'll try to keep an open mind for what Samantha will pitch me. If it's a bad idea I can always say no which isn't the hard part. The hard part is opening up and saying yes for once in my life.

"I was thinking about taking you on a date this Friday. It'll be a double date with Ashley and Bruce. You and me. How does that sound?"

I bite my lip. It doesn't sound bad, but I don't like the idea of going out on a date where I have no control over what could go down.

"I don't know," I admit. "It doesn't sound like a bad idea, but I'm not leaning towards it being a good idea either."

Samantha understands and begins to think of another plan. "How about this. If you win you can choose to go on this date or not and if I win then we go but I'll twice as careful. Heck, I'll rent out an entire restaurant just to make sure you don't have a panic attack again."

It still doesn't sit well with me, but then again I don't want to hurt Samantha's feelings and say no. This shouldn't be a hard choice. I should just say no, but I can't say no to our first date and on top of that this would be a great opportunity to show a vote of thanks for everything the girl has done for me.

At the end of the day, I have one choice. And I choose to make Samantha happy even if it's at my own expense.

"Okay," I finally give in. "I'll play your little game."

Samantha throws a pair of fists in the air with a large smile on her face. "Yes!" Shes gotten so excited that she forgot she was holding to me at the moment.

I clasp my mouth shut, feeling sick from the fast movement. "Rggh..." motion sickness gets me way to easily.

Samantha notices quickly and awkwardly giggles. "Oops," She brings me down low to her face. She plants a soft kiss on top of my head as an apology. "Let's go play some chess."