The adventures of Chris O'Dell,

Lover of large women

Part 2 First Time...continued

Other than, "Did you get the job? How much does it pay?" and "Well it sounds like an interesting job
dear." my mom didn't seem overly interested. All my dad had to say was "Nice to know the place is
being taken care of, just don't forget that you still have chores here as well."
I told them that I needed to get some rest and got excused as soon as dinner was done. I had a room
to myself until my older brother got home and then we would have to share. I sat at my desk forcing
myself to do my homework, I wasn't about to take the chance of suddenly failing a class and having
to take summer school. As I studied for AP science, I kept thinking about Kim. For the first time this
semester I had to struggle through an assignment, and as soon as I was finished I went to take a
shower thinking it would cool me off.
I stripped off my clothes and climbed under the warm water, but instead of cooling down, I began to
fantasize again. I closed my eyes and there was Kim. She stood before me with a washcloth and
soap in her hands. As I began to wash my own body, it was Kim's hands I felt.
The warm water was turning her softly golden, pink skin into wet silk. Her hair flowed over her body
and I reached up to gently push a strand out of her face. Her nipples were hard and I wanted to
reach out and cup those full breasts with both hands but every time I reached for her, she would step
back. "Let me touch you Chris, let me take care of you." she said in the softest of voices.
Her hands stroked my muscles as my eyes stroked her body. I feasted my mind's eye on Kim's
meaty thighs, and dreamed about licking the small dimples there. I began to stroke myself and in my
fantasy Kim stepped back and began to stroke herself.
One of her hands reached up and cradled her mammoth breast while the other hand began to soap up
her belly. The soft folds and bulges of her midsection and the way her hand caressed them was
making me insane. I wanted to drop to my knees and bury my face into her magnificent tummy. I
wanted to lick the fold under her breasts and stick my tongue into her deep bellybutton.
In my lust soaked mind Kim threw back her head and smiled, then looked down at my soapy cock in
my hand and licked her lips. "Oh baby please touch yourself for me, I love to see you do that." she
cried out.
Even as aroused as I was I couldn't believe I was imagining this. One of the reasons I had seldom
fantasized like this before was because somewhere in my mind I believed it was wrong, dirty and
degrading. But here, fantasizing about Kim, I felt free. I wasn't degrading her, I was celebrating her.
Realizing this made me even more aroused and as my orgasm got closer, I could see Kim smile. She
took one of her breasts in both of her hands and raised it to her lips. I felt as if I was on a roller
coaster and I was about to plummet two hundred feet. The tip of her tongue slipped out from
between her lips. Up. Up. Then she began to flick the very tip of her nipple with it. Up. Up. Closer.
Then she kissed it softly as if it was the sweetest thing in the world. Up. Higher. Up. Finally she took
the nipple in her mouth and sucked. Wait. The look of joy and longing on her face pushed me over
the edge. Faster. Faster. My orgasm made the world drop out from under me.
I turned off the water and stood there, feeling as if the ground was shaking. I couldn't wait for
tomorrow.
All through school I thought about Kim, I began to compare the girls there with her and realized that
they were like bags of bones wrapped in burlap compared to her soft flesh in satin.
My friends gave me a ride home as usual and as I listened to them talk about the girl in the centerfold
of Bobby Morly's Playboy I couldn't understand how they could find a girl who was so skinny sexy. I
knew better then to open my mouth, there were no really big girls in school, and if I mentioned that I
liked big women someone might figure out I was talking about Kim Kane and that would be the end
of that.
So when Bobby's brother Joe asked if I wouldn't just love to fuck a chick like her I said that she
wasn't my type cause all of that silicon was a turn off, which is technically the truth. Fortunately that
lead to an argument about whether or not her tits were real or not and how could you tell. They were
still flipping through the magazine and debating the issue when they dropped me off at my house.
I felt kind of bad that I hadn't told my friends that I liked bigger women then that or that I would have
thought the centerfold was hot, if she had weighed twice as much. I knew that Mike Rayson, the
driver, would think I was insulting his girlfriend, the skinniest girl in school, but then Mike took
everything personally. Bobby and Joe would give me no end of shit and take every opportunity to
bring the subject up.
I decided then and there that while it was none of there business who I liked, if I overheard them
insulting some woman for being big I would tell them to shut up and why. Even then I wasn't to proud
of myself, because while I had a legitimate reason not to let anyone know how I felt about Kim,
namely my mother having a nervous breakdown, I wasn't sure if I protecting her or me.
I ran inside, I had one hour to do my homework and then get over to Kim's. At a quarter to four I ran
down stairs, grabbed a sandwich my mom had made and peddled to Kim's farm. I parked my bike
near the back porch and found Kim on her hands and knees weeding a bed of plants that I later
learned were garlic.
Today here shorts were sea green and matched her T-shirt, the material was pulled tightly across her
ass and my heart began to beat harder. I allowed my mind to wander for a moment and wondered
what it would be like to press myself against her as she bent over like that. What would it feel like to
reach around and cup her breasts as my hard cock push up against-
"Oh hi Chris, I see your on time. Good, come here and I'll teach you the difference between a weed
and an herb." she said and began to point out what each of the plants that grew in the outdoor
gardens looked like. I actually began to get into it, partly because of how much Kim seemed to enjoy
working with her plants. Occasionally Kim's broad hip would bump against mine and ever thought
except her would go out of my mind.
After three hours we had weeded all of the outside beds and she had shown me how to clean and
stock the potting shed and tables. When I wiped the sweat off of my head Kim suggested that I clock
out and come up on the porch for some iced tea. Sitting in the rockers, she began to ask me how I
felt about school and other honest questions. Even with almost six years difference in our ages Kim
really seemed interested in what I had to say. Finally, at eight-o-clock, I figured I had better get home
and get my homework finished.
The next three weeks went about the same, I would do about two and a half hour work after school
and then we would have something to drink on the porch and talk. Kim told me about her life, about
how she had married her first boyfriend the day after graduation, and about how they had traveled all
over. We talked about everything from politics to science fiction, we talked about life and making
choices and about our hopes and dreams for the future. The only thing I never told her about was
how I felt.
Finally the last day of school came. There seemed to be two types of people leaving the senior class
that year. The ones who seemed to be dreading the end of school because it meant they would have
to get jobs and act like grown-ups for the rest of their lives. And those who saw it as their last fling
and wanted only to party and stay drunk for the rest of the summer.
And then there was me, I couldn't wait to go to work. Kim had insisted that I take that first weekend
off and go have a good time. How could I ever tell her that the best times in my life had been sitting
with her on the back porch?
My friends had all decided to throw a kegger up at the lake, Jamie McSwain's dad had an old cabin
up there and told us we could have a party on one condition, No One Drives! We all agreed to go up
in the back of a couple pick-ups and to give the keys to a designated driver who could drive if there
was an emergency.
I was willing to be the designated driver cause I knew if I got drunk my friends would try to hook me
up with one of the girls there. Bobby and Joe had decided that I desperately needed to lose my
virginity before going to college. I had gotten out of fooling around by claiming that I had promised
my dying grandmother that I would wait until I got married. But that didn't keep my friends from
trying to get me laid.
I sat on the beach, drinking 7-UP and talking with my friends most of the night, they were full of their
hopes and dreams for the future. People were swimming in the lake and having a great time and
even though I enjoyed myself I found myself wishing that Kim was there.
All around me were beautiful girls who should have had me so hot I couldn't think. Instead of lusting
after them, I found my self imagining what they would look like if they weighed twice as much. As
my friends pointed out one hot babe after another I fantasized about how they would look with softly
rounded faces, large full asses, plump thighs that rubbed together like satin on satin.
I would watch a cheerleader wearing a tiny blue bikini and imagine her perky breasts filling out until
they strained the stretchy material. Bridget, a girl I had known all of my life, had come over to my
group by the fire and was flirting with Jamie. She sat between Jamie and I and my mind began to
imagine what she would look like if she weighed what Kim did. Tall slender Bridget became an
amazon in my mind, her thighs became muscular, her arms fuller, her chest softer and larger, her
pointy knees and elbows became rounded and soft.
I was going insane.
End Part 2
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