Jessica's fingers were pale and trembling around her coffee cup. The young lady was nervous about seeing him, Henry realized. There was no reason for that. He adopted his most patient tone. "What's on your mind, Jessica?"
Her dark green eyes, a bit too small for her face, regarded him with something between anxiety and hope from beneath sliver-thin black eyebrows. She took a sip of her unpronounceable frappuccino something or other before she answered. Her words came out in a rush. "I'm a waitress at a restaurant on Los Olas Boulevard and I heard some of the customers talking about you – about a guy they called Uncle Henry. It was some redhead girl. The others were teasing her about how she lost her boyfriend and she said you were the one to blame. She even tried you out for herself and said you were amazing. And very sweet." Jessica stopped to take a breath, then continued, her voice more subdued now. "Is it true?"
"Is what true?" Henry asked. "Am I supposed to say I'm amazing?" He gazed down at his plain coffee. "This is pretty personal stuff. I don't like talking about it."
Jessica looked away for a moment. Her dark hair was shoulder length; the curls at the ends bounced as she nodded and turned back to him. "I used to have a boyfriend. He ... taught me a lot about sex. He taught me to like it." She sighed. "He taught me to love it." She placed her hands palm down on the table. "He taught me to need it."
"What happened to him?" Henry asked.
Jessica spread her arms wide, drawing attention to her own girth. "Look at me. How long do you think any man would stay with a girl like me?"
"You mean because you're--" Henry chose his words carefully; it was true this girl would take up more than her share of space in a bus's passenger seat but there was no point in being crude about it – "because you're a big girl, is that right?"
She nodded, and her eyes misted over. "I've been this way my whole life. I don't know how to be any other way."
"So he left you because of that? Seems like he should have known what he was getting into when he started with you."
She wrung her hands together. "He went off in search of a trophy girlfriend. That was over a year ago. I haven't heard from him since."
Silence fell between them. To fill it, they both reached for their coffee cups at the same time. Their hands touched.
Jessica's lower lip trembled. There was no doubt in Henry's mind as to what she wanted. Her olive-colored eyes gazed up at him in silent pleading.
"Follow me to my place," Henry said. "I'll take care of you."
He led the way in his green Ford sedan. She parked her blue Honda next to him in his driveway, and he let her into his living room. He turned around to make sure the door was locked, and when he turned back she launched herself at him.
Her lips covered his small cry of surprise. Her hands clutched his back, his arms, and buried themselves under his armpits and finally under his shirt. Henry found himself shirtless in just a few minutes.
"Slow down there, sugar," Henry said, but she didn't. Her tongue and teeth were all over Henry's chest, leaving goosebumps and little shivers of pleasure in their wake. Both hands reached down and gave Henry's butt a good squeeze. He yelped in surprise.
Jessica paused and took a deep breath. "Do you still want to do this?"
"Yeah, sure, but –"
Jessica took a step back and unbuttoned her blouse. She shrugged it off and tossed it onto the couch. Two large breasts jostled under see-through whiteness, straining to break free of the soft restraint. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, then stretched the ends outward and lifted them. Those tits were huge, and Henry could hardly wait to get his hands on them. His cock stirred in his pants.
"Now you've seen me," Jessica said slowly. "Are you still sure you want to do this?"
That had to be the stupidest question Henry had ever heard. "More than ever," he answered, and stepped forward to kiss her and caress her. He covered those huge boobs of hers with his hands and lifted her erect nipples into his mouth, first one and then the other, exploring their tiny enticing ridges and valleys with his tongue. Her back arched as he moistened her and probed her.
Henry wanted to carry her to his bed but he knew his limitations so he led her by the hand instead. He sat her down there and embraced her again, pressing his naked chest against hers. He liked the feel of her big breasts rubbing up against him. He pushed his face into her neck and sighed into the heat he found there, then tongued around her ear and moved downward and buried himself in those beautiful, welcoming breasts.
Jessica sunk her red-tipped fingernails into his back and dragged downward, setting his nerves on fire every inch of the way. He went for her pants, opening them and yanking down the zipper. His hand slipped under her panties and slid into her deep wet slit. She quivered and moaned. That was one hungry pussy he had in his hand. He pushed in with two fingers and caressed the grainy bulge of her gspot. Her body tensed and sex juice gushed out of her. Henry smiled.
"Oh, Uncle Henry!" she cried. She pulled her pants and undies down to her knees and Henry yanked them the rest of the way off. She lay completely naked now, her pale white body taking up more than half the queen size bed. She looked at him expectantly. Henry couldn't wait to dive in.
He rolled over and out of his clothes and then turned back to her. She stared greedily at his cock as if it were made of gold and she were a high-end cat burglar. She reached out to grasp it, to caress it, to lick it and thrust it into her mouth. Henry cried out. He was about to explode, but he didn't want to go that way. He pulled out, pushed her back, slapped on a condom with trembling hands, and plunged into that hungry pussy.
The pussy ate him up. It swallowed him whole and squeezed him, massaged him, attacked him. He attacked right back, pushing and pounding and thrusting. Their war cries split his ears but he barely noticed. He surged on to victory, conquering her with the mighty strokes of his mighty cock, exploding and yelling in triumph as she clenched her legs around him, spasmed, and let go.
