Beth sits up and rolls off me.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
I know better.
"No, really what's going on, Beth? You seemed to be enjoying that."
"Oh Tate, I really was. My body feels so good when you suck on my breasts, especially ... you know ... down there."
I grin. "But ..."
"I feel like such a tease."
"Why?"
"I can feel how hard you are when I'm on top of you. I know you want more. I mean you've had sex before. You could walk out of my room right now and fuck any one of 20 willing girls in this dorm. Yet, here we are. Me keeping my panties on and refusing to let you take your boxers off."
I chuckle.
"What's so funny?"
"Just thinking about the first time I almost got your top and jeans off."
She blushes. "Oh, that."
"Yes, that."
A couple weeks after we started dating, Beth and I were lying in bed in my dorm room and things got pretty heated. I had unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and started unbuttoning her blouse, and then she suddenly stiffened and said no. She straightened her clothes and took off. About a half hour later, she texted and asked me to come to her room. Turns out she was wearing "granny" panties and bra and didn't want me to see her in them, especially since she's a bigger girl. Like really big, but I like that.
Beth is beautiful but doesn't think so. She was bullied and ostracized in high school because of her weight. I'm her first boyfriend. She knows I've had sex with my ex-high school sweetheart and a couple girls since starting college. Beth, on the other hand, is about as virginal as they come. She's never even masturbated. In her own words, "why should I touch myself when no one else wants to?"
So for the past few months, I've been convincing her that she is beautiful. After her confession about her granny underwear, I insisted that she let me take her shopping. We went to a store that specializes in women's sizes, and we picked out a bra and underwear set we both liked. At first, she was embarrassed and uncomfortable about having me there. But she quickly got over it when she realized that the sales associates, also plus size women, were jealous of her. Not only did she have a good looking boyfriend but he was there helping her pick out sexy underwear.
We picked out a tasteful emerald green set to match her green eyes and auburn hair that she cuts in a pixie style. She's wearing the panties now, which are bikini cut, showing her nice thighs and hinting at the luscious ass beneath. The bra's discarded on her floor now, but it's nice too. It shows just the right amount of cleavage. I can slip the cups down and suck on her nipples - something she really enjoys.
"Don't change the subject," she chastises.
"Which was?"
"Me being a tease."
"Do you ever intend to have sex with me?"
"Yes, when I'm ready."
"Then you're not a tease."
"But it could be a year from now."
"Or it could be tonight."
"No. I mean we haven't even seen each other completely naked."
"I was just joking, and I can't wait to see you naked."
"Really?" Again the self-doubt.
"Really." And then I decide to gamble. "May I take off your panties?"
She hesitates for a moment and then whispers, "Yes."
Beth rolls onto her back and slightly raises her hips, as I slip her panties off. She's perfect. She has a light dusting of auburn hair above the lips of her sex.
"You're gorgeous. Roll over. I've been dying to see your ass since we first met."
She blushes as she rolls over. I get even harder as I look at her incredible butt. It's large and round without a single bit of flab. She's just a big girl with lots of incredible curves. I run my hand down her back, over her bottom, and down the back of her right leg. Then I run it back up her left leg, bottom, and back.
"Mmm ... keep doing that."
I obey and keep stroking her back, bottom, and legs. After a little bit, I straddle her legs right behind her ass and begin giving her a gentle massage. I give her back most of my attention but occasionally I slip down and knead her ample butt cheeks.
When she seems pretty relaxed, I tell her to turn over. I lie beside her and begin running my fingertips up and down the inside of her legs. With each feather light pass, I inch closer to her sex. We begin kissing. At first softly - then more passionately. Beth takes the lead and I feel her tongue in my mouth. Emboldened by her passion, I don't stop at the inside of her thigh. Instead, I run my fingers over her sex. Beth deepens the kiss, so I run a finger along the fold of her lips. She makes no move to stop me, so I keep sliding a little deeper into the fold.
Sensing my intent, Beth spreads her legs a little wider. She's so wet. I don't hesitate.
"Oh," she breathes as I slip my finger inside her. "I thought it would hurt."
"No, I made sure you were ready."
I slide my finger in and out slowly a few times before curling it up and pressing against her inner wall. Beth moans.
"That's your G-spot."
"Feels good," she moans again.
I continue rubbing it and before long she's moving her pelvis up and down to match my motion. Her eyes are closed, she's breathing heavily and moaning, and the skin is flushed.
