"I don't know Chrissy, I've never done this before."
Ben was sitting down on his girlfriends bed looking at the floor.
"All couples at least fondle, there's nothing wrong with that."
"That's not how I was raised, I'm not like that."
Ben, being raised in a strict Southern Baptist background all 18 years of his life was feeling really weird about the situation taking place. When he started dating Chrissy six months earlier, he had no idea how forceful the twenty year old could be. This was not something he was used to, not only because he was a Christian, but also because he was, well, fat, and deemed "unattractive" by most of his female peers.
"I disgust you don't I?"
She pouted. She, being a little on the chunky side herself, had a little bit of a self-esteem problem.
"No, Chrissy, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever known, you could never disgust me."
"Then touch me!"
And with one fluid motion, she took off her shirt unleashing her fleshy, unconfined, 38DD breasts. Ben at first stared at the floor, wanting to look, but knowing he shouldn't. But she grabbed his head and turned it towards her. He eyes locked to hers and he didn't even glance at her wonderful breasts.
"Don't you love me?"
"You know I do, but I can't do this."
Now she looked at the floor, defeated, put her shirt back on.
"OK, I'll respect your feelings. Can we at least cuddle?"
"Now, that I can do."
And there they stayed, in the spoons position, fully clothed, where Ben fell asleep, with Chrissy in his arms. *************************************************
He woke up, upset with himself, knowing that his mother would be pissed that he was out past one am again, and as he started to get off the bed, he found that he couldn't move. He found himself tied, hands and feet, to Chrissy's bed. Struggle as he might, he couldn't get free. Just then, the door opened and Chrissy walked in wearing a fuzzy pink robe.
"I'm glad you've awoken Ben."
"Dare I even ask what you are doing?"