Jude was five-six, wiry, and had a face that could be better described as pretty than handsome; Lyndsey was blonde, beautiful, and BUILT: six-two in heels, fat tits like ripe melons, juicy thighs, and a bubble-butt Jude could rest his forearm on. The two of them were all too happy to make their friends uncomfortable with impromptu make out sessions or keep their neighbors up every night with pleasurable moans from their apartment.
They were truly the most passionate couple you'd ever seen, if not an unusual one to look at.
Amazing to think that their relationship started off with a prank.
At first Jude had been surprised at his friend's generosity that night. Setting him up on a date wasn't normally the kind of thing Jason did, but he figured he deserved a break after graduating college without having scored even one girl's phone number all four years.
He showered, shaved, put on his best - and only - suit, and went to the restaurant. The fears that he would be meeting some dumpy chess club girl immediately disappeared when he saw the angel waiting for him at the table: her full lips that begged to be kissed, big blue eyes, hair like gold silk, and generous cleavage bursting from her black dress.
"Are you Jude?"
He gulped. "Yeah.
"I'm Lyndsey, nice to meet you."
She thought he was charming and sweet; he thought she was enchanting and funny. Jude couldn't believe how lucky he was.
About twenty minutes into the date, Lyndsey said "Let me go powder my nose." When she stood up to her full, majestic height, Jude suddenly felt like he was in an ancient Greek temple. She smiled and walked away; A man sitting at one of the other tables glanced at her as she walked past him, he then locked eyes with Jude and started chuckling.
Jude snorted. He pulled out his phone and texted Jason:
Haw! hHaw! Real funny, dickhead.
Jason's response was three laughing face emojis with three eggplants.
He thought about walking out then and there, but that would've been rude to Lyndsey. It would be better to just ride the date out, then text her tomorrow with some vague excuse about he's too busy to date right now.
Lyndsey came back right after the waiter had set their plates down.
"Don't you just love it when you come back from the bathroom and your food is waiting for you?" She asked as she sat down.
"Um, yeah, it's great." He poked at his salmon.
Lyndsey started twirling fettuccini around her fork, an awkward smile on her face. "I bet you were surprised at how tall I was, huh?"
"What? Oh, no. I mean ... you're not that tall."
"Please don't. I'm the same height as both my brothers." She chuckled. "I'm not self-conscious about it, at least not anymore. High school was rough though." She ate a forkful of pasta.
"I know what that's like. I'm surprised you didn't run off when you saw how short I was."
"To tell you the truth, I'm not one of those girls who obsesses about guys' heights, I'd be a hypocrite if I did."
Jude smiled at that. "Jason is such a dick, he thought he was being so funny setting us up."
"Listen, I wouldn't be insulted if you wanted to end this right now."
"Nah, you're cool."
They laughed and talked while they ate, finishing a whole bottle of wine. When Lyndsey invited Jude to her place, he was too buzzed to say no. She showed him to the couch once they were in her apartment.
"It's been a minute since I had a guy back here," she purred, stroking Jude's thigh.
"Uh huh." His cock was getting hard. "Me too. I mean - "
"I know what you mean." She smelled like flowers.
"You're beautiful."
"Thank you." She placed her hands on his cheeks and gently pulled him in for a kiss. Her lips were so soft. He let her tongue creep into his mouth.
After a few minutes, he pulled back.
"Something wrong?" she asked.
"I need to tell you something."
"What?"
"I'm ..." He took a deep breath. "I'm ... a virgin.
Lyndsey smiled, she gently stroked his cheek. "That's fine."
"Really? You still want to be with me?" Jude smiled in relief, now his dick was hard as a diamond.
"Of course, I think it's sweet. I've always wanted to take someone's virginity." She stood up and kicked off her heels. "I'm going to make this a very special night for you."
She reached behind her back and unzipped her dress, then tugged it down to let her tits pop out. They looked even bigger naked: plump, round, and each as big as Jude's head. Jude reached for them, but his arms were too short, and she was too tall. Lyndsey bent down, grabbed Jude's hands, and placed them on her breasts; he squeezed them, they were so soft and warm.
"Do you love them?" she asked.
"Oh, God, yes." He struggled to contain her copious flesh in his delicate hands; precum started to ooze from the tip of his dick.
"They're all yours."
Here was this towering example of feminine perfection offering herself to him, it almost didn't seem real.
She let him fondle her for another minute before turning around and sliding off the rest of her dress to reveal her pale, voluptuous ass. It was like twin moons in front of Jude's face, and he felt like he was going to turn into a werewolf. She ripped off her thong and smacked her right cheek.
"I love my ass." She bent over to twerk. Jude's face grew hot, his dick felt like it was close to bursting out of his pants as he watched Lyndsey's pale badonkadonk quivering in front of him.
She turned around, pulled Jude up by his collar and said, "You ready?"
He nodded. After throwing off his jacket, he tried to unbutton his shirt, but his fingers kept slipping.
Lyndsey touched his hand. "It's alright, I got this." She carefully undid each button, then slid the shirt off, smiling and giving him warm eye contact the whole time. Jude wasn't just about to lose his virginity; he was going to lose it to a beautiful angel who actually cared about him. But it was when she whipped off his belt that he suddenly became nervous.
"Wait, I need to tell you -"
"It's alright," she unzipped his pants, "I don't really care about" - she pulled off his underwear and gasped - "size. Oh my god!" She caressed his organ. "It's like a zucchini. It's like a baby's arm hold a plum." Jude winced, he felt like he could cum any second. She touched his balls. "These feel swollen, when was the last time you jerked off?"
"Never." He winced again. "When I was thirteen, my mom walked in on me. She spent all day telling me how filthy I was. I've been afraid to touch myself ever since."
"Oh, you poor thing, you don't understand pleasure." She took his shift in both hands and gave it a light squeeze. "Don't worry, I'm gonna milk this king cobra for you."
Lyndsey eased Jude back onto the couch, positioned herself over him, and slid her sopping wet pussy onto Jude's enormous member; each of them shuddered. Her warm, moist sex around his manhood was the greatest sensation he had ever felt; he had to summon all his willpower to stop himself from cumming then and there.
"That feels so good," Jude whispered.
"It's about to feel even better."
She started to slowly grind side to side, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone. He wrapped his arms around her waist, the feeling of finally having a woman's skin against his body was good enough to make a tear roll down his cheek.
She engulfed Jude's face in her cleavage as she started to buck, undulating her hips back and forth with practiced rhythm. Jude slid his hands to her ass cheeks, squeezing them like a man holding on for the ride of his life.
"Smack my ass, baby," Lyndsey moaned.
Jude gave her cheeks a gingerly tap.
"I said smack it," she ordered. "I can take it."
He raised his hands as high as he could and delivered two thunderous claps to his lover's badonkadonk.
"That's more like it, baby."
