The skinny girl, the one with the bony hips and the tits that looked like they got stuck on afterwards with modeling clay, just read you a list of your faults - I mean, like a list written on one of those long sheets of yellow paper with the blue and red lines for Pete's sake - and you tell her to go to hell, as politely as possible. And as you walk down her stairway and out her front walk and start up your car, you realize that the big girl you met at your old friend Fred's the other night, the one with the incredible green eyes and the big bouncy boobs and the little green shoes that looked like slippers, has been walking around in your brain, and now and then one of those little green shoes twangs the nerve that runs from your head to your dick. Laurie. Like a damn fool you didn't get her phone number.
On the way home you drop by Fred's place. Fred looks like a large bear. His house looks like where you'd expect a large bear to live. Stringy furniture. Not very much light. Books everywhere. Longnecks empty of home brew. Peanut shells on the floor (or are they acorn hulls?) Fred must have one of every computer Apple ever made. He does something with cars and computers for a living. You and Fred pop a couple of home brews. They say PHREDZ BIG BEAR BRAU in sort of fake German leters, done with a computer. You never forget your first Phredz. If you survive it, anyhow. "Yeah, Laurie's something else. Teaches high school. Phone number." He does something with a computer and her name and address and phone number eventually pop up on a screen. While the computer disks whir, your mind wanders back to Fred's party the other night. Fred loves to roll back the peanut shells and turn on the old time rock and roll. You boogied with Laurie and watched her feet move in those little green shoes that looked like slippers. She wore a soft purple sweater and when her huge boobs bounced to the music her big nipples showed right through her bra and poked the backs of your hands.
The skinny girl glared. The backs of your hands are still burning. The computer prints out Laurie's address and phone number. You gulp down the rest of the longneck. You go home and call Laurie. You feel like a high school kid. Even her voice has big boobs. Sure she'd like to have dinner at your place tomorrow evening. Her voice bounces "bye" and you put the phone down not quite believing it. You've got a date with Laurie. You fall into bed worn out. Suddenly your dick's as hard as the nozzle on a fire hose. You think about those crazy nipples on the backs of your hands and you cry out "Laurie, Laurie, Laurie" when you cum. That's all you remember.
The next day after work you pick up a couple of steaks and go home and vacuum a little and throw away the newspapers and take a shower and do all the other shit you do when you're having a girl over to dinner. Phredz doesn't seem to quite set the mood you want, so you open a bottle of red wine to go with the steaks At 6:30 the doorbell rings and there's Laurie. Her big smile and those incredible green eyes seem to light up your whole apartment, but what you notice most is her cleavage peeking out of a scoop-neck white blouse. She looks at where you're looking and you see her blush a little. Her big ass bulges under her purple skirt. You stumble out "Hi! C'mon in" and she walks into your apartment, her big eyes bright. You talk about a lot of things while you grill the steaks and get dinner on the table, about her school and how much she cares about the kids. You can't take your eyes off her, her big laughing green eyes, her huge boobs riding up when she lifts her fork. She's fun to talk to. As for dinner, you could be eating oatmeal for all you notice. Maybe she feels the same way. After dinner you put some music on the stereo and sit down on the couch and talk some more. You feel her big butt move closer to you on the couch and you know what to do. You fold your arms around her and kiss those big luscious lips. Her tongue is soft and just a little bit rough. She smells like a girl. You touch the bare tops of her breasts and she gently pushes your hand away. You hold her and kiss her a little while longer and then tell her you want to make love with her and gently guide her to your bedroom.
You turn on the lamp by your bed, and she turns it off again. "I'm just not ready for you to look at me yet. Not tonight. Maybe sometime." In the dark, you both slip out of your clothes. You open several snaps on her bra and her huge boobs flop out into your hands and both of you fall onto your water bed together. You kiss her mouth again and then your lips move to one of her luscious nipples. It fills your mouth all warm and nubbiny. One hand moves down over her back and over the shelf-like top of her enormous butt. Your other hand glides over the gentle curve of her tummy, to her big hairy pussy-mound. She presses even closer to you as you kiss her mouth again. Your finger gently spreads her fat pussy lips, wet and luscious. Buried deep inside them you find her clit, hard and nubby in the soft fat cunt lips. Your fingers gently close around its protruding tip, then your middle finger slides down to rub it. She moves her big butt gently in your hand. Her huge boobs press against you. "You're so lovely, Laurie. I wish I could see all of you," you whisper. "Soon", she murmurs. "Put your dick in my pussy now. Don't cum inside me tonight, I'm not ready."
Your cock's hard as a poker. You mount her big body, slipping one hand under her luscious butt while your other hand guides your cock tip through the enormous cunt lips, all flooded now with warm wet pussy juice. Your first fuck thrust gives her all you've got, and she moves that big butt to meet it. Her big body blends into the water bed mattress, until it feels like you're fucking a whole world of big luscious woman. Her enormous boobs push against your chest. She murmurs "Suck my titties" and you pick up a fat flopper and take its hard nipple into your mouth. She moves her butt even more and starts making cumming noises. You keep up the fuck thrusts and she keeps cumming. Her tight pussy squeezes and sucks at your dick, and you know that your dick isn't going to take no for an answer for very much longer.
"Let me suck you off now," she says, and you slip out. Somehow she rearranges herself so your hands can reach her boobs, and she daintily opens her mouth around your love banana. She knows right where the tip of her tongue will do the most good, and you know there's no more holding back. You cry out "Oh Laurie, Laurie, Laurie" and pour out your salty fuck juice onto her teasing tongue. She keeps on teasing as she sucks out every drop. You embrace her and hold her big body close, totally exhausted, folding her into your arms, sandwiching your body in between her soft warm body and the soft warm water bed. You just want to lie like that and sleep with her forever.
She breaks the spell. "I'm sorry, but I've got an awful day tomorrow. I've just gotta get home and get some sleep. You just sleep. Call me tomorrow." You hold her and kiss her once more and then she's gone. Laurie.
Somehow you get through the next day. Your head's spinning around those enormous boobs. As soon as you know she's home from school you call her. There's that incredible warm voice. "T.G.I.F.," she chuckles. "Let's meet at the flea market tomorrow. I'm looking for a toaster oven. Meet me around 9 where that old Chicano man sells vegetables. You know Isidro." The Spanish name rolls off her sweet tongue.
It's already hot and dusty at the flea market when you get there. You check out Sam who sells old books and magazines. You buy a couple of old numbers of one of those magazines about really BIG girls he's put aside for you, but this morning Mary Waters does about as much for you as Meryl Streep. The flea market is the best place in town to go look at girls, particularly big girls, but this morning there's only one girl you want to look at. You head for the cool north corner where they sell fruit and vegetables. and that's where you find Laurie, chattering away in Spanish with the old vegetable man.
When you see Laurie, you about drop what you're carrying, and your teeth as well. All she's wearing up top is a pale lavender cotton T-shirt with "Perfection" in a slanting script across the front. She's the biggest girl you've ever seen go braless. The T-shirt is almost horizontal above her huge boobs, and then hangs vertical from her erect nipples, forgetting to go back and wrap around her waist like you'd think a respectable T-shirt would want to do. Her dark areolae show through the T-shirt, even their little nubbiny bumps visible through the thin fabric. Below, she's wearing cut-off blue jeans, with a faded designer label from one of those places that makes blue jeans that fit women with BIG asses. Laurie's ass doesn't quite fit the cut, but bulges out below the raveled edge of the blue jeans to reveal its edge next to her big soft thigh. She chuckles "Hi" and gives you a big hug. Old Isidro is lucky he isn't killed by a flying zipper. You see him chuckle too, his old eyes crinkling.
"Isidro's got the first Texas cantaloupes of the season," she tells you as you snuggle into her enormous melons. "I've known Isidro for years. His father and my grandmother went to school together on el West Side." You look a little puzzled. "My grandmother's an old Canary Islander from San Antonio. That's where I get my big green eyes." You ask her where she gets her Texas canteloupes and she chuckles "from Isidro" and keeps laughing until her huge boobs jiggle in the glaring sun. You think you may just quietly go crazy.
You take her hand and start walking along one of the dusty paths between the tables and tailgates. You let a fingertip trace the path between the edge of her butt and the edge of her thigh and she murmurs "mmmm".
She sees a high school age kid and yells "Hi, Jimmy!"
