She is 5'11", medium long almost black curly hair. Her body is curvy, enormous breasts, small rib cage large waist, medium backside, thick strong thighs, aqua green eyes, and a the face of a 20's black and white actress. Her male friend invites her to something called a BBW Bash, sports jersey themed night. She is nervous because she has never been to a place where big women are celebrated. She is accustomed to being the only sexy big girl in a club, and getting all the attention. She thinks to herself, "If I am in a party full of other bodacious women how will I stand out? She pushes past her fears and opts to design her own top so that she is completely comfortable and still feels unique.
The night of the BBW Bash party arrives. As she steps out of the car men start to flirt with her; one even asks to take her photo. This flattery puts her mind at ease. Her friend accompanies her to the party where the room is filled with joyous laughter, upbeat music, and smiles on the faces a ballroom full of gorgeous big women and sexy men. Even the women who are dressed in nothing but a man's jersey are glowing from happiness, which makes them even more beautiful.
Men approach her for dancing and chatting. The selection of men are so varied that she cannot settle for talking to only one. Time and time again she is escorted to the dance floor by gorgeous muscle clad men. Then while dancing she looks over and spots him. Her body reacts by raising the hairs of her arms and neck. He is about 6'2" (she guesses), dark chocolate skin, a hairstyle like no other, full kissable lips, emerald eyes, and muscles bulging out of his clothing. He sees her and smiles. She bites her lip and thinks to herself, "I have to get to know him." She keeps her composure, and sticks to her boundaries of men having to approach her not her approaching them. The rest of the night they glance at each other while he dances with an assortment of women, and she dances with an assortment of men.
She grows tired from dancing and retires to a chair near the door so that she could feel the cool breeze on her bare shoulders. She leans her head back against the wall and closes her eyes; thinking about the hunk with emerald eyes. A deep tantalizing voice says, "I like your top." Eyes half open, she says, "Thank you. I made it." She fully opens her eyes and sees the man she had been flirting across the room with all night. She blushes. She tells him she loves his eyes. He asks her not to leave, says he wishes to speak with her some more, and informs her that he has to first talk to some of his friends that he only sees once a year.
A half hour goes by and she begins to think he was just putting her off. She is ready to leave. Her friend comes ans sits down asking how her night went. She tells him about the tantalizing man she met. The friend encourages her to write down her number in case she sees him in the hallway. She refuses so her friend jumps up, grabs some paper and a pen and writes it down for her, then sticks it in her hand. She laughs and they walk out the door. Sure enough he is still in the hall talking to his friends. Quick thinking tells her not to wait until he is done like some forlorn school girl. She walks right up to him, says, "excuse me" to his friends and puts her number in his hand. "I have to go home now. The ball is in your court." She does not wait for a response. She walks away with the sexiest wiggle she can muster from her tired body.
The phone rings. His deep voice sends chills up her spine. They small talk at first, then talk about themselves in an effort to get to know each other. The entire time she feels like a school girl who just got a phone call from the most popular boy in school. They make plans to go on a date. The conversation finally winds down after a few hours.
The date place was her idea. As much as she liked him she now knew he lived much to far away to get serious, so she picked something that was far from romantic. The entire night he held onto her as though she were the only woman in the world. Men flirted with her, women flirted with him but they just brushes them off. The night got steamy and intimate for a while, then romantic and talking; still holding onto each other like a couple in love. She never allowed men to do this because she was always afraid of falling in love. She had (in her mind) successfully kept love away for 33 years, but now this beautiful man threatened her guard, yet she did nothing about it. All her rules were broken that evening; kissing, cuddling, telling other people they are together (he did that not her, but she liked it), and the biggest one of all, liking someone for more than just an intimate encounter or friends with the option for intimate encounters; her guard was down with him and she could not figure out why.
The next night they talked on the phone. He asked her out again; saying how much fun he had, and how he wished he had met her before, and how he absolutely had to see her again. She agreed to another date; thinking how fantastic it was to meet him, how sad he lives so far away. The next night they met up. The moment she walked through his door things turned to rated R. After a few hours of rated R activity they lay together talking about how much they like each other, how sad it is they live far apart, and how he now intends on visiting her at least once every 3 months. He admits he is addicted to her and wants to get to know her better. That night she feels it for the first time... She does not even know what IT is, she just knows that it feels different and good. They rated R many more times that night followed by more talking each time until they fall asleep in each others arms (yet another rule of hers she breaks).
Now back in his home town he calls or text messages her all day and night until they fall asleep, daily. About three weeks in he breaks down in a fit of his own frustrations and says, "When I met you I was planning on it just being a one night thing, or at least a fling, but the more I have gotten to know you the more I see how special you are. You have so many levels; the fun fling and great in bed, the intelligence, and the compassion. I have been struggling so hard because you said you don't want to ever be in a relationship or in love, but I have strong feelings for you. I feel so stupid because I know they are one sided." She starts crying and confesses that she does have feelings for him but never said anything because they had talked about how they were not ready to get serious with anyone. "You are not stupid baby; I have strong feelings for you too."
After that moment things got even better between them. The distance did matter, but they were fighting to stay together. He was looking for jobs where she lived and she was looking for jobs where he lived. After a few months and a visit she started to feel scared. Things were not moving at the pace she wanted, the calls had tapered off from once a day to once a week. She needed him close and started to feel alone.
The end came when she wrote to him telling him he needs to learn to be more caring. They had fought a few times by now and she just was not feeling like he was putting as much into the relationship as she was. After the pain and hurt of the break up cleared they continued to talk once in a while via email. It seemed to her that for a while he was actually trying to change; he even wrote to her saying he wants to move to her town so they can try again, and he got a dog so he could learn how to better care for another being. She wanted him but knew to be cautious, she did not want to get hurt again. Even though he had not done some evil against her, the break-up still hurt bad since she had never been in love with anyone before him. She expressed her happiness for him but told him she would not take him back until he was actually in her town, the distance was just too much.
The emails fade. She assumes the relationship is lost forever and attempts to move on. Back to her old ways of keeping men at arms length. One year later he tells her he is in town and wants to see her. She agrees, but backs out at the last minute because she is to afraid of seeing him, knowing her love for him will resurface Two years later he is nothing more than a memory she has forced away into the depths of her mind (at least that is what she would have herself believing).
By chance she is able to attend the latest BBW Bash for then entire week. She plans on going only to meet women so that she can grow as a person and form healthy friendships with people other then men. She plans for the BBW Bash for months. Occasionally the thought of, "What will I do if he shows up?" pops into her mind, but she quickly pushes it away, "I am not her for men, I am here to grow as a person."
The first few days and nights of the Bash go great; she is making friends with females and pushing away any guy who makes advances towards her. Then one evening she is telling someone about how she met her ex at the BBW Bash 2 years ago, his name is used and her female friend says she knows who he is and tells her he was there last night. She shares how he was with there new mutual friend. She does not mind, after all they are not together, and she is not there for him or any guy.
The next night while having fun with her friends she spots him. Her stomach flips and everything stops. Her photographer friend who was taking photos of her stops and looks at her funny. She tells her female friend everything and they agree to go up to him so that she can say hi and get past the uncomfortable feelings she is having. She once again steps in the middle of his talking to other people with an, "Excuse me." Time stops as he looks at her, she can see the computer in his brain running through the memory files with split second timing. Suddenly his face lights up, becomes dismayed, fills with pain, fills with love all at the same time. This multi-emotional look throws her so far out of the ball park that she is having to find her footing. She was expecting a lot of things but not THAT look... not the look of betrayal and love that still lingers. All her strength escaped and she stood there looking at him wanting nothing more than to comfort him and tell him she was sorry for breaking his heart.
Her friend finally cut in saying, "Hi". His gaze never leaving hers he says hi back. The friend realizes what is happening and excuses herself. He finally breaks eye contact and asks his love if she wants a drink. She is not one to ever take a drink, but tonight she knows it will be best to accept; else her brain will talk her out of what is happening. She goes all out on her drink order; since she is not a drinker she knows that when she does get one to get the one that will get her buzzed in one glass (Adios). She drinks it down like water and almost tosses the glass on the ground like in the movies, but grabs hold of her emotions enough to place it down properly. They talk but it is almost like it is for show for the people around them; they both know the only thing they want to do is be in each other's arms again.
One of the many men who are always flirting with her sees that her attention is only on one person... he gets mad and wimpishly attacks him by passing quickly and purposefully dousing him with a beverage. She holds onto him to keep him from punching the guy out. She remembers how turned on she gets when he gets mad and or jealous. She hugs him face to face to give him something else to focus on. He melts in her arms like a big chocolate candy bar. "You stopped me." She nods not fully grasping what he is saying. "No, I mean you are the only person who can do that to me." She smiles, now able to understand his meaning. She lays her head on his muscles and listens to his heart as he holds her tight.
After an hour or so of talking and just holding one another she looks up at him and says, "Lets just go to your room. We both know where this is going so no point in beating around the bush about it." He smiles and the walk, holding each other tight.
The moment she walks into the room she strips naked; he is the only man on the planet she feels 100% comfortable completely naked in front of. She walks to the shower and cleans off the pool water. While in the shower, she rests her head on the wall and allows herself to say what her heart has known all along. "I am still in love with him." she confesses to herself. She turns her face toward the wall and allows a tear to drop; pain hits her heart. "What if he does not still love me back? What if he is just getting revenge on me breaking his heart? SHUT UP! She tells her brain. Just enjoy the moment while it last. Love like yours and his does not come everyday. Just because you love each other does not mean by some miracle everything will magically work out."
She steps out of the shower, barely dries off and walks into the room. He greets her with a glass of water, "Here, I don't want you to become dehydrated from drinking alcohol." She tilts her head in amazement, "Wow, he has improved." He sees that she is not completely dry so he grabs a towel and starts to dry her off more. She jumps and asks what he is doing. "I don't want you to catch a cold from being wet." "Who are you, and what did you do with (name here)?" He laughs then jumps into the shower. She lays down on the sofa still naked. She thinks to herself about how much he really has changed. This pains her even worse. She buries her head into the pillow and lets out a scream. "God. I love him! Why do I still love him? I know what happened last time, it will just happen again. Why does he have to live so far away?" She gains control and tells herself to just take it one moment at a time, and at this moment there is the man she loves naked in the shower. She looks toward the shower only to see him peeking around the corner of the door looking right at her. She giggles and playfully exclaims, "What are you doing?!" He smiles a forlorn lovesick smile; "I was in the shower and I realized I am still in love with you." She cupped her hands over her mouth to stifle the squeal. "OMG, I was doing the same thing when I was in the shower, but I was too afraid to tell you." He gestured and said, "So that is twice I am the first to say I love you." She jumped up, walked up to him, and hugged him allowing their flesh to touch for the first time in over a year.
To this day they are still together, not allowing distance to get the best of them; holding on to each other despite the struggles of life, and never allowing themselves to loose each other ever again.
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