Your Wife is Too Small!

By Laran Mithras

Trevor is nineteen and all butt-hurt that a neighbor thinks he's a kid. What's worse, Bender thinks Trevor's wife is just a girl, too. Macy might be small, but she knows how to have sex, so Trevor thinks that's all it takes to be an adult.

Looking out from under his combed-over hair, he sees himself entering an adulthood he feels is too easy. Flush with success after getting a job making pizzas, he just can't stand that the neighbor has this unfair view.

But when the neighbor shows him what a real man is, Trevor begins to realize he doesn't know everything. Could Macy handle a real man? It's a challenge he can't wimp out on.

His wife is young, tight, and tiny. She's also unprotected.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Laran Mithras
• Release date: Oct 21, 2016
• ISBN: 9781386271611

Laran Mithras

I write sexy stories that skate along the edge of modern relationships. I don't like cliffhangers, endless chapters, or ongoing fighting and misunderstanding until the last page of the book. So, I don't write those in my books. Many authors think they're being edgy and have an alpha-male alien who's never heard of Earth running around saying, Jesus Christ! every two pages. Ridiculous. So, yeah, I don't do that, either. No religious expletives in my books.I write from the standpoint of realism. My heroes and heroines are normal people who make the extraordinary leap to sexual and emotional fulfillment. Most of my stories are HEAs and are designed to provoke a deeper thought about where we stand with our relationships.I don't live with two dogs or cats who rule my life; I have two pet rats. Yeah, really.Comments on stories or other questions can be directed to: [e-mail]. Connect with me on Facebook: Laran Mithras. Happy reading!

Book preview

Youth and inexperience are no match for old age and treachery.

CHAPTER 1

Shut. The fuck. Up. I smashed the little alarm clock. Stupid fucker. This adult stuff is lame as fuck, I thought. I groaned and rolled out of bed. If I had known nineteen was going to be so bad, I would've cut years ago and avoided all this. All the cool kids cut.

I swung my legs out and stepped on the fucking alarm clock. Fuck! I roared. I hopped around, teeth gritted. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. I smashed into a stack of boxes and toppled over them, driving my face into the closet door. Fuck! I gained my feet and did my best Super Saiyan imitation. I launched a kick at the boxes and bent my big toe so sharply I cried out in pain.

I gave up and limped into the bathroom. After my shower, I looked at my face closely in the mirror. You're beautiful as fuck, Trevor, babe. I flexed my shoulders and hunched them a little, looking a little more muscular. My smooth skin stretched all the way down to my dick. Flat as a chalkboard. Perfect. My dick bobbed clean and light. I decided I didn't have time to jack off, so I combed my hair instead. Fine black hair, combed down straight over one eye. I skillfully combed it through and gave my best pouty look in the mirror. My lips were my best feature: lush and full like a woman's. Many boys said I had a pretty mouth. My wife said so, too.

Macy was already gone. Her shift in the Joltin' Java Coffee Hut had started hours ago. It was just after one in the afternoon and I had slept in before going to work. Being an adult meant I could. I shrugged into my skinny jeans and pulled on my size small t-shirt with the skull imprint. It was too small on me, but that's the way I liked it. Made me look more like a waif. A lot of guys dug on that. On went my hoodie and I grabbed the keys to my rusty VW bug. I was early, but what the fuck? I could munch on pizza.

The apartment was still stacked with boxes from our move-in the day before. Macy and I had crashed for two weeks at my friend Josh's house after we got married. We had looked for jobs. There wasn't much, but I scored my new job with just the right amount of head tilt to keep my eye covered, and a good pout.

Macy's mom had paid her a thousand dollars to get rid of her nose piercing and style her hair. We used that money for the apartment when Josh's mom went all dad on us and got all pissed off we were staying at their place. It was a good move and I felt I had finally made it in life. Married to the high school girl I had been balling and with the best job ever, I knew I was in the fast lane. Finally an adult.

I went out back to where the car lot was. The apartment was only a two-unit place. That old guy from the unit below us was out back on his weight bench. He was sitting, hunched over and looking like a mountain of grizzled muscle. He was fucking tall, too. Like six foot two or something. I bobbed my head at him.

His rough voice startled me and I jumped. He said, You two fighting up there? He peered at me with one eye, the other squinted shut. He was wearing some stupid looking hat with the brim turned up all the way around. His beard was black and gray and on the longer side of stubble.

Huh?

I heard ya yellin'.

I snorted and nodded. Oh, yeah. Alarm clock. I showed it some moves.

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