At twenty-three years of age, I finally entered graduate school. I should have been happy but I wasn't. My poor body image followed me all the way through high school and college. I didn't date much and never had a steady boyfriend.
While I would never considered myself fat, I always thought people noticed my fat ass and sturdy frame. I was the one always wearing blue jeans, a sweat shirt and carrying a back-pack. I hardly ever wore a dress. My hair was blondish brown and always in a tail. I smiled easily, but I felt bad that my social life never got off the ground.
I moved hundreds of miles away from home to enter grad school. Instead of living in a dorm I found a basement apartment off campus. The house belonged to Emma Jones, a forty-seven year old business woman who worked out of her house. She had a magnetic personality with shoulder length red hair and an athletic body. Her face was nicely sculpted with deep eyes and a few wrinkles that added to her beauty. She worked out daily and obviously took care of herself since her tummy was flat and her bum shapely.
Emma left me alone for most of the week but always invited me for dinner on Friday evenings. As time went on, I would stay longer and longer, talking into the night. One night we talked about the topic of sex and my social life. I confided in her my fears and anxieties. It was the first time I'd ever really expressed them. She was very caring and I felt very close to her.
After we'd finished a bottle of wine, Emma asked if she could give me a small massage to relax me. I thought it was a good idea. It wouldn't be anything fancy, she said, just a rub of my shoulders and legs to sleep better.
We both went to my bedroom in the basement. I took off my jeans and sweat shirt. Lying on my stomach, Emma unclasped my bra and began to give me a relaxing massage. To my surprise, when she was massaging my thighs, I became sexually aroused. I couldn't believe how fast I felt an orgasm coming.
There came a point when I could no longer hold back. I buried my face in the pillow as my entire body stiffened and I let the orgasm wash over me. I hardly let out a whimper but Emma heard me. I didn't dare move when it was finished. Suddenly, I felt the softest touch against my ear and behind it. Emma was kissing me. I turned to face her as her lips met mine. In a moment her tongue was in mouth. I sucked on its wet warmth. It was my first French kiss.
I didn't need to explain what had happened, Emma knew. I felt embarrassed and could hardly say anything. Emma begged me to say nothing. She just lay beside me and began kissing me deeper. I couldn't resist the feelings that filled my body. I wanted her to continue. She took me in her arms and showered me with kisses all over my face.
Her tongue was in my mouth again and I devoured it. My lust was rising again and soon I wanted to come. As if she knew me well, Emma fluttered her fingers over my crotch of my white cotton panties. The stimulation felt so good. My breathing became shallow and I came to a climax very quickly. Emma watched as my body went rigid and my tummy muscles stretched. I was self-conscious as she looked at my face contorting with the rising pleasure I was feeling but couldn't stop. Emma was the first person I ever shared an orgasm with.
Being a sensitive person, Emma again told me not to speak. Instead she took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Without turning on lights, she took off my panties. Lying on the bed, I watched the older woman take her blouse and jeans off. She was wearing a dark bra and panties.
Emma lay beside me. To my surprise, I put my arm around her. Her skin was warm and I liked being close to another human being. She liked what I did as she stroked my body gently. She told me what I beautiful body I had and how honored she felt that I would share it with her.
"You don't think I'm too fat?" I asked shyly.
"No," she whispered back. "You're exactly the way you're supposed to be."
She then leaned over and kissed my neck and shoulders. Her mouth finally reached my breast and kissed my nipples. The first time is always the best. She kissed and sucked each nipple for a long time as her other hand made little circles above my vulva. I was excited again and I couldn't hide it.
When she felt I was cumming again, she thrust her tongue in my mouth and I sucked it madly until I came with a loud shriek. It was a great orgasm and its rays touched my entire body.
I was still breathing hard and I didn't think I could experience anything better until Emma's tongue slid down my stomach and began kissing my vagina.
Her mouth was fast and efficient. I felt her tongue lick my labial lips as they swelled with her touch. The idea that someone her age would kiss my private parts drove me mad with lust. I could feel her soft tongue nibble my inner lips before she found my clitoris. I exploded with a grunt.
The orgasm was quick and violent as I felt the older woman's tongue lash my clit and penetrate my love canal. She could tell that I was tight but it didn't matter. Her manner was soft and gentle.
When I finally calmed down, Emma lay beside me, caressing my body. My pubic hair was matted with wetness but she didn't seem to mind. As she talked to me I stared at her shapely breasts nestled in her bra and the smooth curves of her body. I realized that I found her body attractive and I was happy she found mine attractive too.
"Is this better than masturbating alone, Becky," she asked softly.
I admitted with a smile that it was. She then asked how many times I masturbated during the week. She told me to tell the truth. I was happy she wasn't shocked when I said four or five times a week.
She asked if I used a vibrator and I said no. We talked more and I admitted to masturbating mostly in the morning and sometimes in the shower. I even told her I stroked myself in the car. I didn't mind talking to Emma like this because I felt she cared for me and I'd kept all this secret for so long.
She then asked a big question I never thought I would hear. After tonight, she wanted to know that if I wanted to masturbate, would I come and ask her help.
"I'd love to help you, if you want Becky," she whispered in my ear. "You saw how well you felt tonight."
"I've never had a friend like you, Emma," I said, not knowing what to say. "I've never felt so close someone before."
We talked some more about my feelings but I was so sleepy and I felt so warm and secure in her arms.
She then had me role over on my stomach. First her hand caressed my ass then I felt her mouth against my ass cheeks. She licked and kissed each one while caressing the other her hand. Emma kissed my ass for a long time, telling me how beautiful it was. Her hand slipped into my crack and tickled my anus. I giggled but enjoyed the touching. When she finished she cuddled close to me and told me never to feel bad about my beautiful body and my ass.
We kissed some more and for the first time I took in the taste of her lipstick and the smell of her perfume. I didn't think falling in love was so easy. Shortly I feel into a sound sleep.
It was morning before I awoke to a warm feeling between my legs. Emma lay over me massaging my body. She'd taken her bra off and I saw her naked breasts for the first time. They were large and hung down from her freckled chest. The aureoles were large circles crowned by her fat nipples. I had never realized how beautiful pendulant breasts look.
Emma saw me staring at her breasts and brought her chest closer until her nipples were touching me. It was like electricity touching me. Without saying words, we each examined one another's nipples and breasts. We both enjoyed the stimulation as our fingers caressed and rubbed each other's tits.
