JoAnna
Part true, part fantasy. I did date a much larger girl in my 20s. She was not fat, but a physical specimen. After a year, I wanted more babying than she wanted to supply, so we went our separate ways.
This is my fantasy of what I wished had happened.
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Christine Lamala is my dream girl. A 26-yr old brunette at 5'-2" with a slight build, maybe 105 pounds, a petite, beautiful, cute, awesome woman. She knows how to dress to go along with it. When we walk into a bar or restaurant, eyes always turn to admire her.
With me being 26, at 6'-4", and 220 pounds I am literally twice her size. I played college football, a linebacker, basketball being an awesome bench warmer, and baseball- catcher, and I was good. I was never great but I was always in great shape.
I mention it to highlight Chris's greatest attribute.
If I said she could 'fuck like a bunny', I'm giving too much credit to the bunnies. Our lovemaking sessions were epic. When we walked in the door on Friday nights, we had steaks and water for dinner.
Steaks only.
Water only, no booze. We didn't need any help to build lust.
A shower and into bed and if we stopped before sunrise one of us had to be sick.
Neither of us ever bailed on a lovemaking session.
All that being true, it came to an end when she got a job offer across the country.
They came after her. Chris and I had a long talk, but ultimately, we decided that we needed more than awesome sex to make our relationship work.
We are both ALPHA, dominant types. We bumped heads more than a few times, like she was Trumper, a devout Trumper. Trump be damned, she was a lifetime Republican, he is a Republican by name only, so logic did not apply ...
... We ended it. I helped her close out her apartment, and she spent her last week at my place. That week, if she wasn't on birth control, we would have had thousands of babies. We loaded up her car on Friday night, and 8 months of the best sex in my life came to an end.
...
A few weeks later I was invited to a beach party in Long Branch. I wasn't going to go, but I hadn't really mingled since Chris left.
Chris spoiled me. I got used to discussions (arguments) with very intelligent women. None of those were at this party. Bimbos were there, but no real women.
I walk over to the open bar, deciding to get a drink and head for my room. There is a well-built guy, big shoulders, dirty baseball cap, ahead of me.
Bartender, "Another one Joe?"
He nods. Except that when he turned, he was a she.
No, not a beauty pageant contestant but an attractive, large woman. No hips, but her baggy t-shirt hanging to her butt made her look like a guy from behind. Her upper body???
Woof! Woof! Woof!
She is 6', at least 180 pounds. At first glance I thought she had 2 volleyballs under her t-shirt.
No.
Definitely ... not ... volleyballs.
No hips and a huge bust? Definitely in good shape.
We get a few beers, sit down on the beach and start talking. Jo is the branch manager at a data center in Somerville, NJ, next door to my hometown. Being 34 years old she is older than I am, but there is something warming about her personality where her age is not an issue.
Before we knew it, closing time. We agree to meet for dinner the next night.
...
JoAnna Hawkins is a delight. A healthy physical specimen, she's a part-time coach for the University women's track team. Her specialty is the hammer throw, which explains her awesome build.
Her build?
I was off.
She is hard as a rock. 6'-1", 208 pounds, 56-32-40 with H-cups. She has a cute round face with a button nose and an attractive smile. Her frizzy dirty blonde 'mushroom top' hair is not a strong point, but doesn't hurt her over all appearance.
OK, 40" hips aren't tiny for most women. On Jo?
She has a magnificent ass.
Chris spoiled me. I prefer smaller women, so I am in no way in attracted to Jo as a potential lover, but I like her. I like her a lot. There is something about being with her that makes me relax.
We start hanging out on weekends. Movies, bars, a NYC stage show, we even did a one-day gambling cruise.
It's different with her. It's zero stress. She's comforting.
...
I've been hanging out with Jo for 10 months now, longer than my time with Chris. But for the lack of sex, my time with Jo has been ... better?
Things evolved between us. We adjusted to each other's strengths and weaknesses.
As Jo is a terrible cook, when we are together (which seems like it is all the time), I do all the cooking and serving. I clean the kitchens and bathrooms in both our places, along with all the vacuuming.
She does the laundry because 'the inferior male has no idea how to take care of clothes', yea right.
She also mows my yard. Apparently cutting grass was something she missed doing when she got her condo.
I still do the gardening because crawling around in the dirt is a 'boy thing' that she wants no part of.
She loves my house. I have 3200 sq ft, 4 bedrooms, 3 baths, 3 car garage, 2 acres with a fenced in backyard and a half basketball court. The best thing about the house? Unless someone sends a drone into my yard, I have total privacy. Chris and I used to sun bathe naked back there.
LOL, if someone does send a drone over my yard, my neighbors are antigovernment. They've both shot down drones over our yards, so unless they shoot me, I'm good.
...
When we watch TV together, Jo prefers I sit on the floor next to her, so if she falls asleep, I won't wake her up when I get up. Conversely, when I'm sleepy it makes her happy that I get onto the couch and put my head in her lap, so it was not unusual that I often wake up there.
If she was a he, no way that would happen. But it's Jo.
It took those ten months to pass before I realize I've been craving her attention. She's become that important to me.
...
She decided we should join a bowling team. With her physical strength she is the best bowler on the team. Our team is good. In tournaments we are so good we win some decent money. We don't party until we are done bowling for the day to make sure we get that money. The money isn't something you could live off of, but it is good enough where we would enter tournaments in other cities and spend the night and all it cost us is our winnings.
She also had me join her softball team. Being a sexist pig, I always felt 'weird' that I am the number 3 hitter, and Jo is the power hitter, batting 4th. But she is definitely THE power hitter. For the first 8 games she was hitting at least two homeruns a game, then they started walking her, even with no one on base. Again, we are entering tournaments and winning some decent money.
We are so good, other teams tried to recruit the two of us to join their teams.
...
I didn't realize it at the time, but our dynamic changed when I got sick.
There was some kind of bacterial infection at work that 8 of us 'acquired' from the kitchen. Because 8 of us got ill, the company paid us in full while we were out.
When Jo found me groggy with a 104 temperature, my best friend stepped up to the plate and took care of me. She wiped me down with a damp cloth, dressed me, drove me in to Dr. M's office, checked me in at the front desk, and removed ALL my clothing to dress me in the blue patient gown.
When Dr M came in, Jo talks to her. I don't say a word.
