Disclaimers: As usual, this work is entirely fictional. Any and all characters depicted herein reside only in my mind. If they partake in any sexual hijinks, they are 18 or older. This story could fit into several categories, so I'll let the readers decide if I've picked the right one. If you are looking for wall to wall sex, you might be disappointed. Just so you know there is interracial sex, too.
I had recently spent three very long days in the hospital. What they told me was I had a combination anxiety attack/elevated blood pressure event. Whatever it was, the Doctor told me I had to loose weight, or else!
I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Colleen Boyle. Heading towards my 23rd birthday, and having been given this 'lose weight, or else ultimatum' I decided to heed the medical advice I'd been given.
I did make a conscious effort to get some long overdue exercise, but I found that walking just didn't do anything for me.
Let me give you a brief, but honest description of me. I stand maybe 5'2", on a good day, and I won't embarrass myself telling you Nosy Nancy's my weight. Just imagine for yourselves, my 42E cup bra is very snug on me.
Having very few friends to talk this over with, I did ask both my older sisters. They were ten and eight years older than me, both married, with two kids, each. Neither were thin, but not as heavyset like me. I guess chasing two kids around kept them from being my size. I also thought that the steady fucking they got from their husbands played into their figures.
Even though I wasn't a virgin, I would never be classed as worldly. I had sex with two different men, or should I say boys, once each.
Both my sisters, as well as both brothers-in-law suggested I should join a gym and get a personal trainer to guide me to better health. Little did I know what this would lead up to.
I took some time checking out several local gyms close to my apartment. With my job as a medical coder being done from home, I looked at the closest one, first.
Checking out the facility, I quickly noticed there weren't many people my size in this building. As I was leaving the building with my head down, I heard a voice asking if I needed any questions answered.
Looking at who was talking, I saw a lady, maybe 10 or 15 years older than me, with a welcoming smile that made me a bit more comfortable, than I was. I also noticed she had a figure that I'd kill for. A good 7 or 8 inches taller than me, fairly small boobs, but that million watt smile.
"Isn't it fairly obvious what I need?"
"No, you might be here looking for a good healthy drink," she quipped, smiling.
"Colleen Boyle."
"Sandra Hall. If your name wasn't Irish enough, I think your reddish hair and fair skin was a give away."
I took a closer look, seeing her again, I saw a very light skinned black girl, or at least I thought she was black. I had to admit to myself her smile was what caused me to stop to see what she had to say.
"Is there anything you might be able to do for me so I can manage my blood pressure?"
"Sure, lets sit down and discuss some options."
Over the next hour or so, we talked about living and eating healthier. Sandra printed out several pages of dietary suggestions, along with an exercise regimen that seemed like something I could accomplish.
While we were talking, I noticed a few pictures around her office that I must have stared at a bit too long.
"Does my being gay and black bother you, Colleen?"
"No and no. Both my sisters are married to black men and your lifestyle choice isn't any of my business."
"Good, I'm glad that's out of the way." She then proceeded to show me several options, which were very easy to understand. She also told me that I needed to proceed slowly, to help protect me from injuring myself.
As I got up to leave, I thought about giving her a little hug, but didn't because I didn't want to send a misleading message. She offered me her hand, which I shook, softly.
I knew that our Greater Seattle area had a very large and welcoming gay community, but I had never interacted with any, to my knowledge.
Over the next five or six weeks, I went in at least twice a week, and sometimes three times. Each time Sandra was not only helpful, but extremely supportive. At no time was she ever anything other than a helpful friend. We did move on from just a hand shake, to a little goodbye hugging. With our height difference, my face was a bit too close to her boobs for my comfort. We did, however, enjoy laughing and talking on each of my visits.
One time after about five weeks, and over a fifteen pound loss, she told me that I might have to beat back the men wanting to hit on me. This was said with a wide grin. I grinned back, saying they were more than welcome to try.
Going into my third month, seeing me never having a date, as I was packing up to leave, she called me aside, looking right into my eyes, and asked if we could have dinner sometime.
"Like a date?"
"No, like two friends having dinner."
"Let me think about it, OK?"
"OK."
"I thought about it, and how about Friday night?" I said with a grin. "As you can tell by looking at me, there isn't much I don't like to eat."
Smiling, she told me she would pick me up at six, and it would be a surprise where we'd have dinner.
As I got back to my apartment, it sort of hit me that I was going on a date with a woman, who told me she was gay, who just happened to be black and probably ten years older than me. Was I a bit too over eager in accepting? Not sure, but it will beat sitting home alone, or eating out alone.
Oh, shit, what am I getting myself into, I thought. As I got undressed for bed, I looked at myself in the mirror, taking stock of my body.
Yes, I had dropped over twenty five pounds, but had more than a bit more to lose. As my bra came off, my boobs fell onto my upper chest. Yep, they had their share of sag to them. The prevailing thought running through my mind was, what the fuck did this gorgeous, thin girl see in me?
It was a good thing for me that the next two days were very busy for me. It allowed me not to think about my date. Yeah, yeah, she told me it was two friends having dinner. Or, did I want it to be a date? I hadn't been on a date for many months, and to be truthful, I was a bit lonely. Lonely enough to have dinner with Sandra? I guess I was about to find out.
Right at six, she was at my door, looking like she just stepped out of a fashion magazine. Wearing a short skirt, not quite a miniskirt, but short. A very nice white, low neck sweater, showing just the tiny bit of cleavage that her boobs allowed, and flats. I was glad she wasn't wearing 6" heels, as she was so much taller than me, to begin with.
I was wearing a very nice just above the knee dress that did show off a bit of cleavage, that I had in abundance. We both stared at each other, with each of us mouthing the word, wow.
"Would I be out of line giving you a hug, Colleen?"
I just shook my head, no.
Taking me in her arms, it just felt good to be hugged, by someone not in my family.
As she leaned down for what seemed to me was a kiss, I just sort of froze. She sensed this and kissed my forehead.
