Bigger Girls Do It Collection: 4 Complete Erotic Romance Stories (8 page)

The women were willing to sit up all night and talk but they were aware that Armand wanted to be fresh and well rested for his interview. When Jacques suggested that they meet the following evening for dinner, the women looked at each other and silently came to the same decision.

“Great idea,”
Georgia said. They had another night off tomorrow night. The arrangements were made to meet at the same place a little bit earlier. Nine o’clock was chosen as a good time for them to get together.

Georgia
was surprised to discover that dinner had been paid for and she was a little bit cranky even with that pleasant surprise. She was skeptical about romance and she had a glimmer of suspicion that the men would not show up.

Kate was sunnier and more confident that the men would be as good as their word.

Armand had suggested that they pick up the women but Georgia insisted that they meet them at the restaurant. “Better safe than sorry,” she said.

The women argued all night about the wisdom of meeting these men for dinner. 
Georgia continued to insist she was sure they would not show up at all.

Kate was equally adamant that they would but by the end of the night, they each had reversed their positions.

Neither of them said what was at the heart of their conversation. They were each excited at the change in their daily routine. They were thrilled at the male attention and yet somehow embarrassed at how eager they were to have more of this male attention.

They went to bed at their usual time but they were awake by mid-afternoon and they had a quick and light breakfast before they turned their attention to bubble baths and soaking their feet and shaving their legs.

Neither of them teased the other about preparing for the possibility of being naked.

Armand’s interview went well. He was pleased with the possibility of moving back to his home state and in anticipation of being offered the job, he spent the afternoon exploring the real estate options in the area.

Armand had been engaged but that ended a year ago and he had not only been single since, he had also been celibate. There had been a few dates and they were pleasant.

Pleasant but not in the least stirring in any sexual way. He had wondered if the breakup had done him damage but in fact, he was the one who ended it.

Sex with his girl friend was also pleasant but it was becoming tedious and so was she. He knew that if he loved her, loved her in the way that meant they would be together forever and happy about it, he would not find her and sex with her tedious.

She was a skinny little thing who was permanently dieting. She could wear anything off the rack and it looked good on her but cuddling with her was like cuddling with an armful of clothes hangers.

He and Jacques had been friends for a long time but because they lived on different sides of the country their conversations had been superficial. It takes a lot of sitting down and chatting casually to get into the secrets of a person’s psyche.

Over the years, they had admired women together but only to the extent that they were aware that they were both interested in women. They had never before realized that each other was interested in larger women.

In spite of the trepidation the women had and the somewhat restrained attitude the men had toward each other based on their newly discovered common interest, dinner turned into a lively exchange of jokes and stories.

Conversation flowed freely and when Armand suggested that they have a nightcap back at his hotel room, Jacques said, “We could go to my place.”

Georgia
said, “Or to our place.”

They decided to choose the easiest place to get to and that happened to be the hotel. Jacques had seen the hotel room and while it was a nice big room, it did not provide the privacy he hoped he would need before the end of the night.

So when Armand said, “The hotel is closest,” Jacques said, “Technically my place is closest.” He looked directly at Armand and the message was clear.

They agreed that the women would follow in their car and they would go to Jacques’ place. It was a spacious condo in a high rise. The view was spectacular and Kate was happy to see that it was the same building that one of their co-workers lived in with her husband.

She said on the elevator on the way up, “This is a nice building. Georgia, did you ever visit Jane and Larry here?”

“She had a Christmas party a couple of years ago.”

“Ah yes.”

Georgia
smiled knowingly at her timid friend. She just had to let the men know that they had friends in the building. What was Kate thinking anyway? That the men would make a pass at them and they would not welcome the pass?

Was she nuts?
Georgia knew she was more apt to be the one making the pass at Jacques. The anticipation of physical contact was making her giddy.

She wondered if he sensed it because before the elevator door opened and just after she had that thought, Jacques took her in his arms and kissed her full on the lips.

She gasped and felt weak in the knees.

“I just had to,” Jacques said.

She was still in his arms and smiled up at him. Then the elevator stopped and the door opened.

Georgia
said, “To be continued....”

Armand took Kate’s hand as they walked down the corridor to the door that Jacques was unlocking.

Before they even finished their nightcaps, Jacques was kissing Georgia again. His need to take this chubby lady into his bedroom was almost overwhelming.

First he had to be polite and tell Armand and Kate where the spare room was. He did not tell them it only had a double bed in it. His bedroom contained a spacious king sized bed.

The easiest way was to give them a guided tour of the condo which was not all that complicated although it seemed to be spacious enough when he was here alone. It seemed to echo most nights, he thought.

When they returned to the living room area, he continued to hold
Georgia’s hand.

He stroked her little fingers, admiring the dimples at her knuckles and wrist. He lifted her hand and pressed his lips against the back of it and then turning her hand over, he kissed her palm.

Armand raised his eyebrows at Kate and she nodded. They did not have to speak to agree that the intimacy of the hand kissing was making them feel a little bit uncomfortable.

They rose together and moved into the spare bedroom.  They were concentrating on moving away from the emerging passion of the other couple and neither of them thought about the implication of what they were doing.

Armand turned to look at Kate and he kissed her. First it was a gentle kiss, lips on lips. Then it was a more urgent kiss and then, almost out of breath, he said, “I wasn’t thinking....”

But he stopped, leaving her wondering what he wasn’t thinking. He stood up straighter and took both her hands in his.

“I mean,” he said, “I did not intend to lure you into the bedroom.”

She smiled up at him.

“I could have stopped. I’m a big girl.” She blushed when she said that. She meant she was a grown up woman not that she was a plump big girl.

“Oh you are and you are so gorgeous.”

Kate saw the excitement on his face and she felt a hot tingle between her thighs. She had read enough romance starring fat girls to know that there was a certain kind of man who loved big women.

She had seen the interest these men showed in her and Georgia but at some level, she was suspicious. It was like being in high school and being invited to a party with the cool kids and being afraid to go because she might be the brunt of a bad joke.

She did not trust her school mates not to set her up to be laughed at. See the fat girl cry. Laugh at the ugly fatty.

The memory ran through her mind and dimmed her glow.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

She shook her head quickly trying to chase the bad thoughts out of her mind and memory.

“We can go back to the living room,” he said.

“It’s not that.” But how could Kate tell him what was bothering her. She came up with an explanation that might apply. “It’s just that I’m kind of shy.”

Then she laughed at herself. “Shy. I know that must sound funny with me standing here in a stranger’s bedroom....”

Armand was thinking the same thing. The interview didn’t bother him today. Indeed, he enjoyed that challenge. But this being one on one with a woman made him feel tongue-tied.

He felt a rush of warmth toward her and took her in his arms. They embraced and the sense of relief at having that awkward moment behind them made the embrace more intense than either of them anticipated.

Jacques and Georgia went beyond any discussion of shyness. They were lost in the sensations of handkissing and completely unaware that they were alone in the room.

It was only when Jacques looked up at
Georgia’s face that he was aware of the fact that they were alone. He said in a low voice, “I want you.”

They moved back into the bedroom and Jacques closed the door. They laid down on the bed, face to face, arms draped over each other’s bodies.

His hands began to explore, moving along her hips and waist and then under her top. He felt the warmth of her flesh against his hand and he felt his cock twitch even harder than before.

Her flesh was soft and warm. He played with the warm roll of flesh above the elastic waist of her pants. Then he ran his hand under the elastic and felt the mound of flesh that rolled down to her crotch.

It was a rare treat to feel this flesh and he could tell that by her urgent moans that he should be doing more with her body but he was caught in the moment and all he wanted to do was stay forever in this blissful place.

However, his cock was becoming anxious and he felt the beginning drops of his cum dampening the tip of his dick. Then he felt the almost overwhelming urge to plunge into her warm and obviously willing flesh.

He propped himself up and kissed her while using his free hand that had been exploring inside her pants to begin to move those pants down over her generous hips.

She lifted her bottom up to make it easier for him and he moved so that he was between her thighs. Her pants were caught around her ankles and he pulled them free. He had to break the connecting kiss to do so.

Then he pulled off his shirt and she began to undo his belt and zipper. The next few seconds were a mingle of clothes as they each stripped each other naked.

From between her thighs, he looked down at her flowing flesh. She was pink and cream colored. Her waist was a wide expanse of beautiful flesh and he ran his hands along her sides and pulled the yielding skin up.

He felt her flinch and stopped. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head, “no.” He continued. “I just cannot get enough of touching you.” He leaned down and buried his face in her belly.

Her breasts were full and he could feel them pressing against the top of his head. He shifted his body so that he was able to bury his face between her boobs.

He felt her pushed her hips up to meet his body and it was as if his cock took on a life of its own. It moved as if it was not attached to him at all and found her wet opening.

His hands books her breasts and pressed them hard up against the side of his head, one on each side. He could hardly breathe.

His face was buried so deeply in her flesh he could get no air but it was also that he was almost breathless with anticipation. The tip of his penis was pressed against her cunt and he wanted to completely possess this gorgeous woman.

He lifted his head and gazed at her face as he thrust into her. She was so soft and so comfortable, it was like floating on a cloud. A cloud with a core of molten gold.

Jacques was in heaven. When he felt her explode in an orgasm, he melted, his cum draining into her in great spurts that seemed to start in his toes.

He felt drained of all the fluids in his body, all his blood, all his semen, all his liquids. He was just dust as he lay exhausted on top of this big beautiful woman.

Then he felt his body come together again, his toes and fingers, his feet and hands, his legs and arms all snapping back into place.

He immediately began to feel that he had been too fast and an emptiness spread through him. He wanted to do so much more to and with gorgeous Georgia. He looked at her and said, “I didn’t mean to be so fast.”

“Time is meaningless,” she said and smiled up at him.

Incredibly, he felt his cock twitch and he knew that once he caught his breath he would be ready to go again.

Armand and Kate could hear the sounds in the bedroom and they gracefully moved from where they were to their own room.

In all their time as friends and room mates, Kate and Georgia had not spent a lot of time in such situations. They felt that they talked about a lot of their intimate issues and problems and concerns. But they never really talked about sex.

It was one of those areas in their lives where they did not have many stories to tell or escapades to share. They also both agreed that talking about sex was only going to take their minds to a place that would only make them unhappy.

“What’s the point of talking about the way a big thick dick feels when you know you’re not going to see one for a long time. Maybe never.”
Georgia had said that.

Kate was feeling like that right now. Part of her was tingling in anticipation and she was really wet just from hearing the muffled sounds of sex from the closed bedroom.

The other part of her was afraid to unleash her horniness. What good would that do her? None. None at all. All it would do was wake up a sleeping hunger in her.

But when Armand pulled her into his arms and kissed her again, she forgot about the dangers of waking up that sleeping hunger.

It was already awake.

She could hear her heart beating and she knew that he must be able to hear it too. She had her hands on his back and she could feel the ripples of his muscles. Then she was aware of his hands on her back and she knew that there were no rippling muscles there.

“You are so soft,” he said. “I cannot get enough of you.”

Kate was about to make a smartass crack about there being enough of her but she didn’t. This was a new realm for her, where her size was appreciated.

His hands moved around to her front and when they touched her breasts, his thumbs running over her stiff nipples, she groaned in pleasure.

He began to undress her, kneeling in front of her, his hands pulling down her pants and panties, his face buried in her flesh, her belly resting on top of his head, his hot breath on her love mound.

She felt his hot tongue flick against her clit and she knew that she was on the verge of orgasm. Her knees felt rubbery.

She moaned.

His hands moved up her plump thighs and cupped her big ass. She had no idea that the feeling of hands kneading her ass cheeks would feel so immensely erotic.

Kate was in a semi-orgasmic fog as he moved her to the bed and finished undressing her. When he returned to her pussy, splaying her legs open so he could reach her vagina, Kate almost cried.

She had never felt like this before. She was alive, she was on fire, her whole big body was trembling with desire. Armand’s hands returned to her ass.

Kate felt herself melt into Armand as he moved over her, his chest against hers, his cock against her belly, his mouth on hers.

When he moved his hips and poised his cock with its tip against her wetness, Kate felt the electric shock of desire run through her so strong it made the top of her head snap and crackle with little shocks.

When his cock entered her body, she felt the thickness of it and the ridges of its veins against her smooth inner walls.

In any of her orgasmic fantasies, Kate had never experienced anything like this complete body transformation. She felt light and weightless, as if she were floating.

She never wanted it to end and when it did end, she felt lost in a dream that continued.

Jacques and Georgia made love again and then an hour later, yet again. It was six in the morning when they finally went to sleep.

Kate and Armand drifted into sleep but they only slept briefly and then they awoke and this time, Kate was on top, his cock almost painfully reaching the very end of her vagina.

Almost painfully but not quite. The sensation lingered at the edge of that exquisite pain-pleasure moment when you never want it to stop or diminish or go any further.

They fucked all night long, all four of them. Because the women both worked that night, they knew that the fun had to stop sometime during the day.

Jacques had to go to the office. Armand was heading back to the west coast and everyone knew that the party was over.

Kate and Georgia were in a state of bliss and they each realized that they did not want this glorious feeling to end. They agreed, in the bathroom together at Jacques’ place, in the morning, that they would just let the night be a perfect memory.

Then they realized how silly it was for the two of them to be crowded in the bathroom together and went back out to the living room.

They went out for breakfast with the men and after breakfast, they insisted on taking a taxi home. And thus ended the long night of wild and raucous sex.