It was a Saturday night and I was preparing to go out with a group of friends. Among them was Cara, a women I'd been friends with for four years. She's nineteen and although she has an incredibly beautiful face  perfect eyes and a gorgeous smile  I'd never been attracted to her simply because she was a 'larger' woman. I guess I was more affected by cultural stereotypes than I'd realised. Like a lot of bigger women, she wore baggy clothes that hid her body.
However, that Saturday night she had a bag slung over her shoulder. The strap angled down between her breasts and the weight of the bag meant that her top was pulled tight over the contours of her body. Looking at her that night, I had an epiphany. Lust surged through me as I was transfixed by the sight of her big breasts jutting out.
As we played pool that night, I flirted with her openly. We always had quite a playful relationship, so I made sure she knew something was different. I kept moving my body against hers and eventually she certainly noticed. As the evening drew to a close, I offered her a ride home and she gratefully accepted. When we got to her house, on a quiet street, we parked under a tree and began to talk. After about half an hour of chit-chat, the conversation turned to love, lust and sex. We talked about our recent relationships and the way we both couldn't seem to find someone decent.
"It's harder for me though," she said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Look at me," she said, a trifle bitterly.
"You're beautiful, Cara," I told her.
"Just my face? Or my body too?"
"Well," I said hesitantly, "I can say your face with certainty. But I've only caught glimpses of your body. And I've gotta say, those glimpses leave me wanting more."
"Really?" she said, a touch of color creeping into her face.
I told her about how I'd felt when I'd seen her top stretched over her body, the instant rush of desire that had overwhelmed me. She still didn't seem convinced, so I leaned over and kissed her. She responded with such passion I was surprised. She later told me that she'd wanted me for a while before that night, and in the lust that was released in that first kiss, I saw that.
We kissed hungrily, tasting lips and teeth and tongues. Eventually she pulled away. She unzipped her vest and then pulled up her top, revealing her breasts in her bra. They were enormous. I'd never seen anything so sexy. She noticed the obvious bulge in my pants, my raging hardon wanting release. She reached behind and unhooked her bra, letting her huge mounds fall free. I almost came right then and there. Instead, I controlled myself and grabbed onto her delicious tits. I weighed them with my hands, feeling their heft. I squeezed them together roughly and feasted my eyes on the expanse of creamy cleavage I saw. My thumbs moved over her large nipples, stimulating them until they stood straight out.
Her response was to reach down and undo the button of my pants, unzipping them and then snaking a hand into my boxers to grasp my shaft. She wrapped her hand around it and tugged up roughly, squeezing my cockhead teasingly.
"I want you," I said urgently, "all of you."
"Let's go inside," she said.
She pulled her top down and I tugged my pants up and we headed for the house. Inside, we went straight to her bedroom and collapsed down onto her queen size bed. We undressed each other quickly, until I was naked and she was just in her panties. We were kissing, but I quickly broke the kiss to lick and nibble my way down to her neck, heading eagerly for the beautiful swells of her breasts. I sucked mouthfuls of flesh in, biting gently. My hands roamed all over the gorgeous expanse of flesh, touching and licking every inch of titflesh. She loved me squeezing roughly, taking as much of her breasts into my hands as possible and gripping hard. She loved my curling my tongue around her nipples, me taking them between my teeth and flicking my tonguetip rapidly over them. I kept all this up as I slipped one hand down the front of her panties. I got a shock. She was shaved silky smooth and my fingers slipped helplessly over her hairless mound to press against her opening. She was already sopping wet. I traced my fingertips along her thighs, brushing against her pussy lips and took one slowly up her slit to tease over her clitoris with my fingertip. She moaned, bucking her hips against my touch.
"I want to suck your cock, Sam," she said. "I want to feel it in my mouth."
