[Extra Story] - Beer Pong Game

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I have a short story for you today, just a simple story that follows a guy and a girl on campus after the world changed. I like doing these short stories that show how normal men and women interactions are now that almost half the world's population is over 7 feet tall. Let me know what you think!! 💪🏻

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Beer Pong Game

"Oi, Carlos! Watch your head, mate!"

Carlos ducked just in time as a frisbee whizzed past, narrowly missing his ear. He turned to see his roommate, Jake, jogging over with an apologetic grin.

"Sorry about that," Jake said, clapping Carlos on the shoulder. "Didn't see you there. You're a bit hard to spot these days, what with all the amazons about."

Carlos rolled his eyes, but couldn't help smirking. "Very funny. Just because you've got a thing for giantesses doesn't mean we all do."

As if on cue, a statuesque figure emerged from the campus building behind them, ducking to clear the doorway. Sabrina stood at an impressive 7'2", her long legs accentuated by denim shorts that looked like they were painted on. Her complementary denim tank top strained against her muscular frame, leaving little to the imagination.

Carlos felt his throat go dry as she approached, her long strides eating up the distance between them in seconds.

"Hey, boys," Sabrina greeted, her voice a rich contralto that sent a shiver down Carlos's spine. "What's this about giantesses?"

Jake nudged Carlos forward, grinning mischievously. "Oh, nothing. Carlos here was just saying how he's not into amazons. Right, mate?"

Carlos shot Jake a withering look before turning back to Sabrina, his cheeks burning. "I, uh... that's not exactly what I said. I mean, I don't have anything against... I mean, you're all... uh..."

Sabrina raised an eyebrow, an amused smile playing on her lips. "Relax, Carlos. I'm just teasing." She reached out and ruffled his hair playfully, her hand easily engulfing the top of his head. "You're cute when you're flustered."

Before Carlos could formulate a response, a booming voice called out across the quad. "Oi, lovebirds! You up for a game or what?"

They turned to see a group of students setting up for beer pong on one of the picnic tables. Among them was Brock, the captain of the rugby team, standing at an impressive 6'5" – though still dwarfed by most of the women on campus.

Sabrina's eyes lit up. "Ooh, beer pong! I've always wanted to try that." She turned to Carlos, her grin infectious. "What do you say, short stuff? Want to be my partner?"

Carlos hesitated, acutely aware of his less-than-athletic build. "I don't know, Sabrina. I'm not exactly a beer pong champion."

"Neither am I," she laughed, flexing an arm that was easily thicker than Carlos's thigh. "But between your aim and my... well, everything else, I bet we'd make a great team."

Carlos couldn't help but smile. "Alright, you've twisted my arm. Let's show them what we've got."

As they made their way to the table, Carlos couldn't shake the feeling that this game was going to be more than just beer pong. Little did he know, it was about to change everything.

The first game was nothing short of a disaster. Carlos's throws consistently fell short, while Sabrina's newfound strength sent the ping pong balls flying clear across the quad.

"Fuck," Brock chuckled as he retrieved yet another of Sabrina's errant throws. "You trying to start a new sport, love? Long-distance beer pong?"

Sabrina's cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and frustration evident on her face. "Sorry," she muttered, glancing down at Carlos. "I guess I don't know my own strength yet."

Carlos patted her arm reassuringly, trying not to think about how his hand barely spanned half its circumference. "It's alright. We've just got to practice, that's all."

Over the next few weeks, Carlos and Sabrina spent every spare moment honing their beer pong skills. They commandeered a corner of the student union, setting up impromptu practice sessions between classes.

"Easy does it," Carlos coached, guiding Sabrina's arm through the motion. "It's all about finesse, not power."

Sabrina nodded, her brow furrowed in concentration. She released the ball, watching with bated breath as it arced through the air... and landed squarely in the cup.

"Yes!" she whooped, pumping her fist in celebration. The motion sent a nearby chair skittering across the floor. "Oops," she giggled, shooting an apologetic look at the startled students nearby.

As they practiced, Carlos found himself growing more comfortable around Sabrina. Her infectious laugh and kind heart made it easy to forget the vast difference in their sizes.

One afternoon, as they were packing up their practice gear, Sabrina paused, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Carlos," she began, her voice uncharacteristically hesitant. "Can I ask you something?"

Carlos looked up, curious. "Of course. What's on your mind?"

Sabrina bit her lip, seeming to choose her words carefully. "Do you... does it bother you? Being around someone like me, I mean."

Carlos blinked, taken aback. "What? No, of course not. Why would you think that?"

Sabrina shrugged, the motion causing her shirt to strain against her shoulders. "It's just... I've seen how some of the guys look at us now. Like we're freaks or something. And I know I can be a bit... overwhelming."

Carlos felt a surge of protectiveness. Without thinking, he reached out and took her hand – or rather, wrapped his hand around two of her fingers. "Sabrina, listen to me. You're not a freak, and you're certainly not overwhelming. You're amazing, and anyone who can't see that is an idiot."

Sabrina's eyes widened, a slow smile spreading across her face. "You really mean that?"

Carlos nodded, feeling a blush creep up his neck. "Every word."

The moment was interrupted by a sharp voice from across the room. "Well, isn't this touching?"

They turned to see Brock leaning against the doorframe, a smirk on his face. "If you two are done with your little love-in, how about a rematch? Unless you're scared, of course."

Carlos felt Sabrina tense beside him. He squeezed her fingers reassuringly before turning to Brock with a grin. "You're on, mate. Prepare to have your arse handed to you by an amazon and her 'little' partner."

As they set up for the game, Carlos couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence. They might be an odd pair, but together, he and Sabrina were ready to take on anything – starting with this beer pong rematch.