Bbw Birthday Reunion

Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of eighteen. This is a stand-alone story. Its focus is on the admiration of big, beautiful women and also includes some light anal play. Enjoy!

***

Beryl.

I stop in my tracks. It

is

Beryl, isn't it? She's as gorgeous as ever, too.

Beryl smiles, waving. I get a better look at her as she approaches. She's dressed nice, as usual. A navy blue coat over a gray turtleneck and black tights with boots.

She hasn't lost her incredible figure, either. What a BBW. The whole package: Huge tits, round belly, big ass.

Damn.

Beryl grins ear-to-ear. "David! I thought that was you."

We hug, her arms wrapping around my shoulders. Her big breasts mash against my chestHer and an apple fragrance fills my nostrils. She's all softness and expansive curves.

We break off the hug and smile at each other.

"It's nice to see you," I say.

Beryl brushes my shoulder with her hand. "What're the chances? I haven't been back in town in two years and who do I run into but you? On a random Thursday morning at the mall."

I take her in, careful not to stare. God, she's pretty. A rounding with expressive lips and pale green eyes. Blue-framed glasses and long, lustrous dark brown hair parted in the middle.

So beautiful. So damned beautiful.

"It's wild, isn't it?" I say. "How have you been? How's Josh?"

She smirks, cocking her head. "We're no longer together, actually."

How interesting.

"Oh."

"It's for the best, in the long run. And Lisa? How's she?"

I chuckle. "I wouldn't know."

"Oh."

"Also for the best."

Beryl nods. "I see. You look fantastic, by the way."

"You, too. You haven't changed at all."

She smiles, our eyes meeting for a passing moment. "Same as you. What brings you to the mall on a Thursday morning?"

"Christmas shopping," I say. "Avoiding the crowds."

"Me too. I figured even in December the mall won't be too busy at this hour. I guess you had the same idea. What a coincidence, huh?"

"I know. When am I ever not working on a random Thursday morning? Except, you know, this particular day every year."

Her eyebrows scrunch. "I don't follow you."

"December 21st," I say. "The Winter Solstice."

Her face lights up. "Holy shit! Happy Birthday!"

"Thanks."

"It took me a moment," she says. "But now I remember. You still take your birthday off every year? That's great."

"Yup. No matter how crazy things are at work or whatever else is going on. This day is

mine.

"

"Good for you," she says.

"Self-care is important."

"I've come to understand that more these last couple of years," she says.

"I'm glad."

"I can't get over running into you like this," she says. "It's amazing. Where are you headed after this?"

"I was thinking about getting some lunch," I say. "Then I was going to play it by ear."

"You know what? Let me take you to lunch. It'll be my birthday present to you."

Yes!

I do my best to hide my joy. No jumping up and down or spinning around with my hands waving in the air. No shouting and cheering, either.

Instead: "Are you sure? I don't want to impose on your time."

Beryl shakes her head and her hand brushes my forearm. "Are you kidding? It'd be no imposition. Besides, we need to catch up. I have to hear what you've been up to."

"Alright," I say. "I'd really like that. Where should we eat? The food court has a few--"

She recoils. "The food court? It's your birthday! How about Terry's?"

Terry's is an upscale bar and grill on one end of the mall next to Barnes and Noble. The food's okay but it's expensive.

She sees my reticence and smiles. "Don't worry. You're looking at the Chief Financial Officer at Greenwood-Villanueva."

"CFO? Good for you! That's freaking awesome."

"Thank you. It's settled. Terry's Taverna it is."

We stroll in the direction of Terry's. It's not a big mall. There's an Eastern Mountain Sports on one end and a Barnes and Noble on the other. A bunch of mostly-upscale stores fill the space between. A movie theater and a Belladonna Sisters Cupcakes, too.

It fades into the background as we walk. The stores, the couches with people chatting. "Frosty the Snowman" playing on the speakers. Walking alongside Beryl is all there is.

"What's that's like, being a CFO and all?" I ask.

"I'm still not sure. It's a lot of responsibility. Between that and two kids in elementary school I'm burning the candle at both ends."

"I bet you're doing great."

She shrugs. "I'm making it work. I don't know how, but I am."

I'm sure you're the hottest mom at every bake sale.

"I'm certain you're doing a great job, both as mom and CFO."

Beryl smiles. "You were always so sweet. I see that hasn't changed. My mom lives down the street and that's made all the difference."

"I recall. That was a big reason you moved."

When we worked together, Beryl was newly divorced. Two little kids at home and dating Josh. I hated Josh. He's actually a cool guy. But he was also the lucky bastard who got to date Beryl.

When Beryl was offered a position two hours away, she took it. She'd be five minutes from her mom, which was a huge help. She and Josh vowed to make it work long-distance. Guess that didn't go so well.

"Do you still talk with anyone from the old days?" Beryl asks.

"Not so much. Tracy, on occasion."

"I liked her. She was hilarious."

Hilarious, and also a hot as hell BBW. We had an on-again, off-again thing for a while.

"Yeah," I say. "How about you? Keep in touch with anyone?"

"No. And I feel guilty. We were a hell of a team."

"We were, weren't we?" I say. "Wide-eyed optimists out to change the world. Working for a nonprofit and making the world a better place."

She raises an eyebrow. "Not yet beaten down by time and reality."

"I'm still in the fight, at least. I haven't been seduced by the dark side yet."

"That's the spirit!" Beryl says. "How many years has it been since we worked at Heininger?"

"Five."

She shakes her head. "No. It hasn't been

that

long, has it?"

"It has. Remember, I celebrated my twenty-fifth birthday right before you left. Everyone kept kidding me how I'd been on the planet for a quarter century. You know, I was so

old

."

"So this birthday's a big one for you, isn't it?"

"Don't remind me," I say.

"I passed that milestone six years ago. You cope."

"I'm actually at peace with it," I say.

We arrive at Terry's. It's a large place with a huge square bar in the middle. There's already a dozen or more people at it drinking.

The hostess greets us. She's a helluva BBW herself. Short and plump with big tits. An eyebrow ring and blue highlights in her black hair. Edgier than I tend to go for, but in her case the look works. I should eat here more often.

I follow the hostess and Beryl to the table. I take the opportunity to check out not one, but two perfect BBW butts.

Damn

.

The hostess sits us along the line of windows overlooking the parking lot. We take off our coats. I get a nice look at how Beryl's turtleneck shows off her impressive rack.

The snow has picked up outside, turning everything white. Whatever. The view inside is far more interesting.

I watch Beryl as she reads the menu. An emerald pendant around her neck brings out the color of her eyes. Those eyes. Those cheekbones, too, and those lips.

Those lips.

I felt them once against mine. What a missed opportunity that night was.

"There's so much to choose from," she says.

"I heard the pizza is good."

She leans forward. "Do you feel like being naughty?"

Yes, I do. Very much.

"What are you suggesting?"

"I know it's early. But we should have a drink."

"Then let's have a drink," I say.

"Probably too early for a martini, though. I'm sure you remember my fondness for a good vodka martini?"

"Are you kidding? You introduced me to them."

She lowers her menu. "I'm sure you also recollect a certain trip to a conference in Minneapolis"

I smile. "How could I forget? A vendor's hospitality suite..."

"The hotel bar after," she says. "We drank a few that night, didn't we?"

I smile. "Maybe more than a few. I recall the bartender cutting us off."

She smiles. "I recall a few other things after that."

So do I. Every tiny detail: Beryl and I stumbling into the elevators holding hands and laughing. Falling into each other's arms the second the doors closed. Wild kissing. Tongues twirling around each other. Beryl pressed against the back of the glass elevator as it rose into the air. Squeezing her big tits as she grabbed my crotch.

Stumbling into her room. Getting a few outer garments off before she went to use the restroom. Next thing we know we're waking up the following morning together. Bleary eyed and mostly clothed.

"We overdid it, didn't we?" Beryl says. "If we'd gone upstairs after only one or two drinks, who knows where things would've led? Imagine it."

I have. Many times.

"Yeah."

"Maybe a glass of white wine would be a better idea than a martini."

"Thursdays are two dollars off craft beers," I say.

"I do love a bargain. Not to mention a fine craft beer."

The waitress returns. We order a pair of IPAs and a margarita pizza to share. I've heard it's really good here.

"Are you sure you don't want anything else?" she says.

"I'm not that hungry. Besides, this lunch is more about enjoying the lovely company than the food."

She smirks. "I see you haven't lost your charm."

"And I see

you

haven't lost your adorable smile. Or the sparkle in your eyes."

She swats my forearm, laughing. "Listen to you. Still the flirter

par excellence.

"

The beers arrive and we both take sips.

"You know I'm serious," I say. "I always loved your smile."

She smirks. "I guess that's something I've got going for me."

"For real? You must have ten guys chasing after you these days."

"These days? I wish. Between juggling work and motherhood, there's no time for dating. None whatsoever."

"What about sex? That takes a lot less time than dating. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. That was maybe too forward."

She shakes her head. "We've kissed. Your hands have been on my boobs, and my ass. Hell, we even slept in the same bed. Even if nothing but sleep happened. In other words. It's okay for you to be a little forward with me."

"I see your point."

She sips her beer. "You

also

make a good point. Sex takes a lot less time than dating, true. The problem is the effort of dating to

get

to the sex. All the vetting. It's so dang exhausting."

"It's tough out there, no doubt."

"And let's be honest," she says. "I'm proud of who I am, but the pool of guys interested in a girl my size is a factor. Plus there's the guys who act like they're doing me a favor."

Really? Beryl's got it all. Beautiful face, killer body, super smart, kind heart. If only she ditch the excess of humility and embrace her identity as an actual goddess. Doesn't she know? For guys who

are

into BBWs, especially those who want a deeper relationship, she checks every box.

"Those men don't appreciate you," I say.

She rolls her eyes. "Turning on the charm again."

"You know I'm right. There are tons of guys who would kill to be with a woman like you. Not because they think they're better than you. And not

just

because they admire your physical assets, either. Fantastic though they may be."

Beryl places her hand atop mine. "You're sweet. Maybe I'm going through a dry spell. Or a spate of bad luck."

"I'm sure it's bad luck. But the thing about luck is it changes. Sometimes out of the blue."

Her hand remains. "Such as happening to meet an old friend I almost once did it with? At the mall on a random Thursday?"

Our eyes meet.

"On his thirtieth birthday, no less," I say.

"While we're being forward," she says. "I should tell you I always had a crush on you. Did you know that?"

"No idea. I felt the same way. But one of us was always dating someone else."

"The only time we were both free was the Minneapolis trip."

I sigh. "Yeah."

She smirks. "And we messed that one up."

"We sure did."

The pizza arrives and the topic of conversation changes. We talk about the food--it's excellent--then reminisce about mutual friends.

I can't take my eyes off her the whole time. What would it be like to strip her naked? To get closer, layer by layer, to her body. All those soft curves.

I'd hold her close against me. I'd show her how much a man who appreciates a lady her size can make her enjoy a snowbound afternoon.

"And how's your love life been?" she asks. "I hope it's not the train wreck mine is."

"It's had its ups and downs," I say. "I took the break-up with Lisa hard. I've had a few on-and-off things since then. Nothing serious."

"Keeping it casual?"

I smile. "You might say that."

It's been fun, dating BBW after BBW. Creating fun, sexy memories with ladies l adore. None of them have been quite as attractive as Beryl, though. How does she not comprehend how beautiful she is?

"And now here we are," she says. "Two lonesome people thrown together on a snowy day."

If she's interested in fooling around, I'm all over it. But if she's not, I don't want to sour things. Or would I be a fool not to take this chance?

Fuck it. Dive right in.

"You know, we don't have to be. Lonesome, that is."

She sips her beer, flashing an intriguing smile. "What are you suggesting?"

"What do you want me to be suggesting?"

Her smile widens. "I think we both have an idea. But I've never been that type of woman."

"What sort of woman?"

"The sort who fools around with someone she's not at a certain point in a relationship with," Beryl says. "Two or three dates in is more my speed.

Never

on a first date."

"Is this a date?"

"I don't know," she says.

"If Minneapolis was a first date, and this is--"

Her phone buzzes and she glances at it. "Dang it. I have to take this."

Beryl gets up and walks to the mall. She paces back and forth on the phone in front of the restaurant. A guy walks by, checking her out. He almost runs right into someone he's so distracted.

Not a lot of guys are into you, huh?

I sigh and sip my beer. Right when the flirting was moving in the right direction, she gets a call. I bet it's an emergency, too. Life and death. She'll have to leave. Nice seeing you, but time to go. Oh, well. Another example of us never being in sync.

"Alas," I say.

Beryl returns. A pair of businessmen at the bar stop their conversation, staring at her with unmistakable interest as she passes. How doesn't she see the effect she has on so many men? She could have a stable of guys at her beck and call. A different dude to nail her every night of the week.

She sits. "My two o'clock canceled. I'm free for the rest of the afternoon."

Perhaps our luck's changed.

"That's not a bad thing."

"I suppose not."

The check arrives and Beryl hands the waitress her credit card.

"So what're your plans now?" I say.

"I don't know. I'm kind of caught off-guard. I mean, I didn't expect to run into you. But it was fun having lunch with you. It was."

Cold feet. Damn it.

"You're right. It was a lovely time."

Beryl finishes paying for lunch and I thank her. We leave, walking into the mall towards the entrance by the Barnes and Noble. We make sure to exchange numbers. That's something, at least.

"This is where I'm parked," she says.

"Me, too."

She gives me a hug. "It was so nice to see you. I'm glad we got to do this."

I hide my disappointment well. At least, I hope. "So am I. Be well, Beryl."

I turn to go.

Beryl touches my shoulder. "Wait."

I turn towards her.

She peers into my eyes. "Listen. There's something else I had to tell you."

"Go ahead."

Beryl places her hand on the back of my neck, pulling me towards her. We kiss. It's short, but heartfelt. No kiss between friends.

She withdraws. An older lady walking by smiles at us.

"I need a moment," she says. "I'm composing my words."

"Take all the time you need."

"The thing is, I've been working on being a stronger advocate for myself. My cousin Amanda says I'm a wimp. She says I'm so damn timid I miss out on opportunities. Like this one. Maybe. I don't want to blow it."

I step closer, taking her hand. "You don't need to blow anything. Okay, poor choice of words."

Beryl laughs, grasping my hands with both of hers. "Oh my god. That was perfect. Now I'm not as nervous. I can talk."

"Take your time."

"The truth is," she says. "It wasn't only a crush. I had it bad for a long time. And now running into you, I realize I still have a major case of the hots for you."

Yes!

"Okay, and you know I'm really attracted to you."

"I know you, and I trust you. And I had an idea. One I suspect you'll like."

I smile. "I'm all ears."

She squeezes my hands tighter, looking up into my eyes. "How about, for your birthday, I do more than buy you lunch? How about we go back to your place?"

"We could do that."

"Make it a thirtieth birthday for you to remember," she says. "After all, this day only comes around once in a person's life."

I raise an eyebrow, barely able to contain my joy. "That sounds like an excellent idea."

Beryl smiles. "I thought you'd say that. How far is your house from here?"

"Ten minutes."

She nods. "You drive."

***

Neither of us speak on the way to my townhouse. We dare not, I suppose, lest the spell be broken.

Beryl holds my hand as I pull onto Route One. Stopping at a red light, our eyes meet and we smile. Her hand squeezes mine tighter.

By the time I pull into my driveway, my stomach is in knots. Why? I've had sex before. Lots of it. Amazing sex with incredible BBWs.

Who knows? Maybe it's the out-of-the-blue nature of all this. Maybe it's how Beryl was always the one who got away and now--on my birthday, no less!--here she is.

I force myself to breathe slowly.

Calm down. Be glad you cleaned the house last night.

We step inside and I shut the door behind us. I throw my coat onto the back of the couch. Beryl does the same.

I kick my shoes off and gesture towards the kitchen. "We can have another drink. I've got beer, wine. Stronger stuff, if you like."

Beryl grabs my arm and pulls me towards her. It's a gentle touch, but all she needs.

She places her hands on either side of my face and we lock eyes. "Shush. Not another word. Kiss me."

We kiss. Her lips are everything I remember. Soft and luscious. Moist and responsive.

I gather her in, wrapping my arms around her shoulders. Pulling her close and feeling her huge tits press against my chest. Savoring her size and softness. Her apple fragrance, too, with just a hint of cinnamon.

Her hands slide down to my waist as our kissing intensifies. Our tongues meet, a thrill of arousal surging through me.

We stand in my foyer making-out. Growing less tentative as we go on. My hands run down her back and onto her ass. Squeezing her massive ass cheeks. Savoring their ampleness through her tights.

We grind against one another and I kiss her neck. It's soft and smooth. Then back to her mouth, our tongues twirling and dancing.

We come up for air, smiling and staring into each other's eyes.

"Where's your bedroom?" Beryl asks.

"Upstairs."

She takes me by the hand. "Let's go there. Now, please."

We go upstairs and down the hall. The light in my bedroom is muted this time of day, especially with the snow falling. It's perfect.

Beryl looks around, studying her surroundings. "This is how I'd have pictured your bedroom. Neat and clean. Overflowing with male energy, too, all these blues and grays and right angles."