She moved easily from person to person, smiling and happily chatting with each one, remembering every victory and hard time they had been through. Those she spoke with often wore smiles of their own afterwards, and many a man’s eye tracked her path across the room.
“It’s hard to believe she’s the same woman, isn’t it?” smiled one of my friends as we patiently waited with our food on the table, “A couple of weeks ago she would have put her head down and bulled through the crowd. But now look at her! Little Miss Social Butterfly!” Many in our group nodded in agreement and turned to regard our friend, just now barely arriving at our table.
“So sorry for the wait!” she huffed, face flushed, “Loads of catching up to do, really didn’t expect it,”
“What changed, Eli?” asked one of our friends as he began wolfing down his burger, blurting out his words between bites, “I mean, I’m not complaining, but man! You really are a different person!” Elizabeth smiled abashedly at the question, looking down at her food and chuckling to herself. She gave me a knowing glance before carrying on with the conversation, leaving me time to reminisce.
Almost two months ago, Eli was a vastly different picture: A young lady with messed up hair, a ripped jacket and a face utterly ruined with tears. Sitting on my bed with a stack of used tissues by her side, I sat next to her with another box of tissues ready to be demolished. She had just ran to my dorm after a terrible date, the jerk trying to get the number of one of our friends through her. The ass probably figured the fat girl of the gang would jump at the opportunity to go on any date at all.
“And he was right!” she wailed, causing me to wince, silently grateful that my dorm was pretty much empty for the weekend. “I knew he was a douche and I still went out with him! What was I thinking! I’m fat, an idiot, a loser…”
“Eli, that’s absolutely not true,” I whispered and wrapped an arm around her broad shoulders, “Look, you came to me, so I’m sorry if my advice sucks. The facts are like this: The dude was an ass, so you should ignore his crass comments and the fact that he basically ripped your favourite jacket… By the way, let’s get that off,” I moved to help her and wound up squatting in front of her, ruined jacket now tossed on to the floor.
“Hey, fact two,” I tapped her knees to grab her attention, even as she reached for another tissue, “Yes, you are pretty much overweight. And if it really actually bothered you, you’d do something about it-Don’t give me that look, it’s true! The truth is that you’re quite happy with how you look right now, but you just want someone to love you for it. Well, guess what?”
I grabbed her shoulders, and smiled at her tearful eyes locked on to mine, “Fact three: You are someone’s reason to masturbate,” Peals of laughter echoed through my dorm as she clutched her sides, the two of us cackling at the unexpected levity.
“Thanks, Ray,” she smiles, the sniffles now set aside, “That was surprisingly nice to hear. I… You know, I really just want to feel what it’s like to be intimate with someone, you know? A kiss, or a hug, I’m not even asking for se-” Caught up in some emotion, I leaned forward and gave her a peck on her lips, abruptly cutting her sentence short. We stared at each other for a moment, confusion in her eyes, now lit by the soft flame of desire. Again, I leaned forward, and this time one peck became two. Became three. Became the flurry of our tongues as they danced between us, our breaths melting into one. Time stopped.
Then we pulled away. Time started again, the world spinning from the intensity of our kiss. “You are attractive,” I said, surprised by the stone in my own voice, “How you feel, how people see you, what you think of yourself, none of that matters. You are beautiful. So. Act like it,” I moved in again. Our kiss turned hungry. Desperate. Her arms pulled me closer as my hands wandered to her belly and moved upward. She gasped as my hands found her voluptuous breasts, massaging them through her clothing. I pulled up her shirt. She didn’t resist. Her bra followed soon after.
Topless on my bed, there she was: A beautiful woman, breasts too big for my hands, eyes aflame with desire, body leaning towards mine. I leaned in, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. Sucking, licking, and grazing her just a little with my teeth, eliciting a gasp from her. Her hands gripped the bedsheet tighter as my hands continued to massage her tits, my mouth gently kissing and suckling, licking her nipples as they became erect to my touch. She leaned back, I followed her, down to the bed. Straddling her, I continued my exploration of her breasts, making sounds of appreciation as she twitched at everything.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” she gasps, “That jerk… He said I practically ooze…”
“Is that so?” I enquired, meeting her worried gaze with a wicked smile of my own, “Is that why that asshole missed out? Then… I wonder how you’d taste…” Trailing kisses down from her chest, across her belly, we hastily remove her jeans, exposing her panties now wet with her desire. I placed her feet on the bed, spreading her pussy, rubbing my thumb over her now enlarged clit. Her breathing now became pants as her body twitched at every motion, my thumb gently massaging her clit through her soaked panties. Moving her panties to the side, I dove in, drawn by the scent of her juices.
A slow. Long. Lick. Across her pussy, tasting every juice, my tongue flat against her mound. I felt every fold, felt her clit twitching at the touch, and felt the heat of her radiating on to my face. Once more. Twice more. Each motion lifting her pelvis higher as she arched herself, desperately pressing towards my face. Changing tactics, I now enveloped her clit in my mouth, gently sucking on it before teasing it with flicks of my tongue. As her moans grew louder, I took a chance and gently slid my index finger into her pussy. I was practically pulled in by her juices. She bucked, twitched, tensed! Her pussy contracting around my finger as the waves of her first orgasm hit.
“You taste fucking delicious to me,” I commented, pleased with the look of ecstasy now on her face. Eyes closed with a smile on her lips. I continued to finger her, slowly, sliding in my middle finger as her body moved with the motion of my hand. In, out, rocking softly on the bed, her gasps quickened once more as her second orgasm built. My hands sped up as my mouth returned to her clit, my tongue sending jolts of electricity through her body. She tensed once more, her hands now on the back of my head pressing me against her pussy, her mouth a soundless gasp as her second orgasm pulsed through her. Her eyes fluttered open, the flame now a raging fire. She pulled me up on to the bed, desperately fumbling with my jeans, my raging boner firm in her hands.
“I want to have a taste too,” she breathed as she slowly took me into her mouth, her lips pressed against my cock. Slowly, almost lovingly, she moved back up, her tongue playing across my head while her hand gently stroked my shaft. Eyes locked on mine, she went down once more, bobbing her head slowly, savouring every inch of flesh in her mouth. Her other hand reached down and caressed my balls, stroking me in time with her bobbing head. I tensed, the longing in her eyes, practically begging me to cum for her.
“Shit,” I breathed, “I’m cumming…”
“I always wondered… Hot cum…” she lifted her head, eyes still begging as her hands pumped my shaft, “Please cum in me,” She dove down again, taking me all the way in as my cock grazed the back of her throat. The heat, the words, her eyes drove me wild! I grunted as the waves of my orgasm hit, my cock pumping load after load of hot cum into her mouth. She gagged a little as she struggled to swallow everything, my own hand holding her head to the base of my cock as I finished filling her up.
Pulling away, covered in sweat, we laid there on the bed. Minutes passed as the last of our orgasms left us, settling us down eventually to sit next to each other, still covered in our cum. Reluctantly, we cleaned ourselves up and made some small talk before she returned to her own dorm.
“Thank you, Ray,” she smiled before she left, “I think I really needed that,”
“Any time, Eli,” I replied, unable to keep the smile of my face, “You beautiful woman,”
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