Background! Skip this paragraph if you want. About me: very large, 6’6”, and at the time almost 330lb, power-lifter type with a bit of extra tummy, beardy teddy bear. In summer of 2012 i turned 30, I got divorced after a 4 year toxic marriage, got laid off from a high-paying job (that I hated, good riddance) and suffered a really nasty back injury, all inside about 6 weeks. Feelsbadman.jpg. Reeling from these events I took contract (I.T.) jobs that weren’t right for me, dated some girls back-to-back from my past that both went south and fucked up some friendships (different girls than the stars of this story) and didn’t know what to do next. Winter, early 2013 I get a job. Breath of fresh air. I love my boss, I like my team-mates, small team. Rebuilding my life. Names and locations to follow are changed to protect the innocent (aaaand not so innocent ;) ) long time lurker first time poster. It’s a long story. Sorry if that’s not your thing.
Meet Vanessa. Front desk girl for this new company. Aspiring for more, but rebuilding her own life a bit herself. Amazing. Hot Russian-American Jewish girl. Think Mila Kunis but with a big nose, probably like Mila had before all her plastic surgery. I like big noses, I think they’re cute. 5’4”, perfect 32c breasts. Long black hair, heels every day. Every day. Bedroom eyes, raspy former-smoker voice. Brooklyn-ish accent though I think she’s never set foot in the place. Medium sized-ass, slightly flat but I really enjoyed it. I’m an ass man. Man, she could cook. She’d put her feet up on my thighs and ride me in a way that slightly frightened me, and I was about 3 times her size.
Then there was Amber. Oh Amber. Would have been more my type in college days. Volunteer, activist type. Office admin; coffee-getter, company-president’s dry-clean runner, photocopies, that type of thing. We met over a paper jam. She drove her hunk-of-shit car from the opposite coast to get away from a bad situation. We had lunch one day and commiserated about car problems. I showed her how to change her front brakes in exchange for a diner-food “date”. Cute arm tattoos, birds. I didn’t know a lot about her at first and I didn’t ask. 5’1”. Think Amy Adams with a smaller forehead, prettier eyes, tiny tits, and an ass I’d strangle someone to death for. Girls who make money on insta with just their buns? This girl would be a millionaire. I could lift her off the ground with one arm and fuck her to completion standing up, even after my lumbar herniation. She would wear these cute skirts with no panties, made it easy. Screamer. Unless my hand was on her throat, which was where she liked it.
Vanessa tried moving up in the company but failed, and rightfully so, was about to quit. Going into summer of 2013 we started hanging out more. She was in the process of moving out of her parents place, only about 25 herself at the time. There was a lot of sex in the back of my big old Buick. She would wear these really tiny black or red dresses and I’d lose my mind while she teased me at work and at local bars afterward. She’d ride my fat cock in the back seat of my car down the long driveway to her parents’ house when I’d drop her off. Rural suburbs, private. She would also move her panties to the side sitting at that front desk, wet two fingers in her beautiful shaved pussy, and stick them in my mouth when no one was looking.
I miss that.
Vanessa, over a beer and a shot one Thursday after she had quit, said words I won’t ever forget.
“Sooo I don’t think I’m bi, …..but….”
(My eyes get a little wider)
“…and I don’t want this to be weird because you and I have been …involved lately, and I wasn’t planning on this conversation; I’m having fun, you’re in your divorce situation, but…”
(…stop ending sentences in “but,” Vanessa)
She says, “But I kinda hooked up with Amber on Tuesday night. It’s why I didn’t return your text. I don’t know what…. it’s weird. I’ve kissed a girl or two before but not like this..”
(My eyes do that wider thing again)
“Oh.. I didn’t know you were …” I said, my mind racing, looking for a word that wouldn’t freak her out worse. “..bi curious?” I sounded like my dad. It wasn’t great. I regrouped.
“..I’ve uh, I know we haven’t had this ..exclusivity talk, but… I’ve …been hooking up with Amber too.” I said.
(Now it’s her turn with the wide eyes.)
Ending this here for now. See you next time!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d055ip/ffm_i_30m_7_years_ago_was_part_of_an_awesome
I was pretty stoked for the story. Disappointment only being an introduction. Hope the meat and potatoes follow soon
sombody go make the popcorn this soundslike a long one
More please!