My name's Jessica, I'm 24 years old, and I can say without arrogance that I'm pretty hot. I'm nice and tall: five foot eight; my hair is long, thick, and dark with natural waves. I have high cheekbones, hazel-green almond-shaped eyes, full lips, and straight, white teeth. Thanks to my Italian mother, my skin is naturally without any blemishes - no freckles even. But I'm more than just a pretty face. My body ... Well, someone once told me I look like a thirteen year old boy drew me. I'm an all natural 36 double D, my breasts have a nice firm consistency and a lovely teardrop shape. My waist is 28 inches. Some people call me chubby, and maybe I am, but I've never understood the appeal of a woman having sculpted abs. But what I'm most proud of are my 40 inch hips, and my phenomenal backside. My ass is big, soft, has that perfect round shape everyone loves, and bulges out nicely when I bend over.
Growing up, people made fun of me for having a fat ass, but luckily the world changed and fuller figured women like me were the hottest thing on Earth: Jiggly Jennifer Lopez, bootylicious Beyonce, even trashy Kim Kardashian, I owe them all a huge thanks.
Unfortunately, I spent the first few years of my adult life with the one man on Earth to ignore this healthy change.
I met Kyle freshman year of college, we were in the same English comp. class and became fast friends. He was a nice boy and smart too, though not what I or most women would find attractive. He was only an inch taller than I was, had kinky brown hair, crooked teeth, and hooked nose that was just a little bit too big for his face. Of course, I wasn't his fantasy either. The numerous Victoria's Secret catalogs Kyle stashed in his room let me know he still preferred his women to look like under fed boys.
Now, before I go any further, I think you should know that I had a very conservative upbringing. My parents were more than tight-lipped when it came to matters of passion. Thank God I grew up in a state where sex-ed was mandatory in public schools. If it weren't for that, and accidentally teaching myself how to masturbate in the shower, I'd be completely hopeless.
When our junior year rolled around and Kyle and I were the only virgins left in our group of friends, we looked at each other and realized it was true that beggars can't be choosers. The ratty motel room wasn't the most romantic place to be deflowered, but I just couldn't see any other options at the time. Not knowing what to do, we just stripped off our clothes and stared at each other naked. Kyle's body wasn't completely pathetic, it was well proportioned with a little bit of muscle tone. His penis left much to be desired though, it was only three inches long flaccid, and surrounded by thick pubic hair.
We lay down on the creaky mattress and started sloppily kissing each other. After ten minutes Kyle finally managed an erection. He slipped on a condom and entered me. Kyle finished after five minutes. I excused myself, stepped into the shower, and finished the job he barely managed to start.
After graduation, Kyle and I both got good jobs, and moved into a nice apartment where we had unfulfilling sex once a week. It didn't make much sense for two people who weren't attracted to each other to move in together, but what was I supposed to do? Kyle was the only man besides my father to ever touch me. I even looked the other way when he cheated on me - twice.
I finally saw the light when Kyle tried to convince me to get liposuction. I exploded at him:
"You've never been able to see me as beautiful! I make an effort for you Kyle, I don't know why you can't do the same for me."
"If you really wanted to make an effort you'd go to the gym every once in awhile."
"Fuck you! I'm done wasting my life with you. Use that money to get that cock of yours pumped up to adult size."
It only took a day for my friend Tara to help me move my stuff out of Kyle's place. Just to piss him off I wore some tight jeans to show off the badonkadonk Kyle was too stupid to appreciate. "Have a nice life tiny." I snapped at Kyle as I walked out the door for the final time. After we packed everything Tara's car there was no room for me, so took the train. I walked to the train, still seething. I was so angry I almost didn't notice what happened next.
"Woo!" I looked up and saw a young black man looking at me. "Vanilla milkshake, extra thick." I wanted to ignore him, but I just couldn't. "Yeah baby you jiggle all you want."
I got right in his face: "You don't want to fuck with me today." I turned away. Just before I got out of earshot he shouted: "Yeah you be like that baby, but you know that is was built for black dicks!"
I got to Tara's house late. We were both too tired to unpack, so we just stacked my stuff in the corner, heated up some leftover pizza for dinner, then went to bed. I couldn't get to sleep that night. Three years I spent with that little punk! I could've been having fun. I could've found myself a real man. Among the bitter thoughts swirling through my head were the cat calls of the young black man. "You know that ass was built for black dicks!" Built for black dicks? Was he on to something? Growing up in a clean, white neighborhood, black guys had always seemed a little bit dangerous, a little bit forbidden. And after Kyle had failed to satisfy me and I had to take matters into my own hands, chocolate adonises like Denzel Washington and Idris Elba became better lovers in fantasy than Kyle ever could in real life. Adding to their appeal was the reputation black men had for preferring voluptuous women like myself ... and of course, there was the stereotype about their own generous endowment.
First thing the next morning, I got out my laptop and searched for hip-hop clubs. It take me long to find a nice sounding one close to the apartment. I spent hours tearing through my boxes until i found the perfect outfit, a white, strapless mini-dress that perfectly hugged my hourglass figure. I chose my favorite pair of shoes, black leather with sexy straps and four inch heels - too tall for kyle to ever let me wear them with him. After that, all I needed was a coat of nude lipstick and some eyeshadow to make my eyes pop.
"Don't wait up for me." I said to Tara as I left.
"Single one night and already out hunting for fresh meat?" Tara said with a smirk. "I gotta say Jess, I'm impressed. Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?"
"No, I kinda need to do this alone."
I didn't have to wait long to be let into the club. I strode past the bouncer with a big smile on my face, relishing my new sense of liberation. I ordered a cosmo and leaned against the bar. Lots of guys were ogling me, but none of them looked very impressive. Then I saw him, six foot two, broad shouldered, wearing an expensive looking dark suit. He had a chiseled jaw, full lips, and skin the same color as milk chocolate. He was leaning against the wall talking to another man. I stared at him, mentally willing him to look in my direction. Apparently it worked, because in a few seconds we locked eyes and smiles spread across both of our faces. He started to approach me and my heart felt like it might explode.
"Hi," he said in a deep, smooth voice. "My name's Benjamin."
"Mine's Jessica." I said trying not to sound nervous.
