Living Large
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Amy pushed her shopping cart down the aisle of her favorite grocery store,
looking for spices. She knew just what to purchase from memory, having made
her trademark chicken dishes for many other dinner guests, but never before
in New York, 900 miles away from her native Georgia home. Back home she was
considered "pleasingly plump," but here in the Big Apple she felt like a Big
Person, all 5 feet, 1 inches, and 260 pounds of her. However, she did like
to eat, and to cook, and her body was nothing to be ashamed of, was it, she
thought as she retrieved the tarragon from the shelf.

She had carefully planned this dinner over the past six days since the voice
mailbox she had opened in connection with her personal advertisement had
introduced her to Carl, who responded to her ad seeking a male companion
within hours after she had placed it in a local "connections" magazine. Her
ad had stated her statistics without hedging, and Carl openly revealed over
the phone that he was attracted to large women without her asking about why
he had responded to *her* ad out of a thousand published every week. They
had talked for a good hour or so, much longer than the usual pleasantries,
and each seemed to spur the other on in conversation, a feeling Amy had not
experienced very often at all in her life, and certainly not since she had
moved north. When they began to make plans to meet and have dinner, Amy
instinctively offered to cook, having generally cooked meals for herself and
her family for a number of years and having decided that she was better at
it than most affordable restaurants in her section of New York City; Carl
eagerly agreed and planned to meet at 7:30 on Friday.

Amy thought to herself that she hoped that she and Carl would become
intimate, and while she knew she had placed "everything on the table" in her
ad about her size, she wondered if Carl really would find her attractive.
She was not sexually inexperienced, but she had not had any opportunities in
the nearly 18 months since her move, and she was rapidly becoming more and
more anxious to find someone compatible. Amy had spent hours in the shopping
mall looking for just the right dress at the larger-size clothes store she
had come to call her favorite, and whose manager she had befriended and had
come to trust. The manager steered her towards clothes she would ordinarily
have felt uncomfortable wearing- dark solids that clung to her instead of
loosely draped bright colors and plaids. She had tried on and chosen a
particular dress from that section, a long navy blue item that accented her
ample cleavage, stomach, and derriere, and had gone home immediately to view
herself in it again. She would look her *best* for Carl, she thought.

As the checkout conveyor spun, Amy looked at the assembled ingredients with
satisfaction- the best wine, the best spices, the best meats, and the best
side dishes. She had gathered the best clothing and music she could find,
and she was ready for Carl to come through her door. He had stimulated her
mind, and now she would want him to stimulate her body, if he would.

When the doorbell rang, Amy had just finished brushing her long, blonde hair
and had added a very light touch of perfume to the visible part of her
breasts displayed above the gown. She had prepared dinner- Chicken Kiev, an
old favorite- and it was ready to be served immediately from her serving
dishes. She walked down the hallway to her apartment door in a deliberate
attempt not to rush, and opened the door nervously, hoping that her plans
would succeed. . . .

Carl handed her the roses that he had brought her, and she carried them into
the kitchen to place them in a vase. He was not small himself, although at
5'11" 220 he was not as large as Amy. His eyes, which had been narrow when
she saw him through the peephole, had widened, and it was obvious that he
was doing so in an effort to take all of her in, including her cleavage and
the rest of her body. As Amy returned to the living room to lead him to the
table, she noticed Carl's hands quickly move to check his watch, as if they
had been somewhere he thought they should not have been.

As they ate, Amy felt Carl's eyes burning a hole in her body. He appeared
not to be concentrating on his food at all, but watching her intently across
the small candlelit table. They talked about movies they had seen and
enjoyed, their favorite books, and discussed political issues, which was
quite enjoyable for Amy as no one (even in her home town) had really cared
about what her political views were. Carl talked and listened, all the while
looking at her and making constant eye contact with her, and Amy could not
help but notice this as her own pulse quickened.

After they had devoured the Chicken Kiev, the potatoes, the rice, the green
beans and their desserts, and after Amy had poured two glasses of wine, they
sat on the couch somewhat apart from each other, somewhat nervous. Carl,
while bubbly and talkative while sitting at the table, seemed to have become
concerned about something, but Amy could not tell what. After talking
somewhat tentatively for a few moments, Amy placed her wine glass down and
told Carl she was going to play a CD for them, and as she placed the CD in
her player, she noticed why Carl had been nervous a moment ago; from this
angle, she could see that his penis had stiffened such that he was shifting
as surreptitiously as he could to alleviate the stress on it! She smiled at
herself, now understanding what he had tried to conceal before dinner and
flattered that he found her arousing. When she returned to the couch, she
deliberately made sure to sit closer to him so as to give off return signals
of interest.

Soon, they were talking again, but Amy was concentrating more on Carl's talk
than vice versa, and Amy was inching closer to him. Still, she felt Carl's
eyes on her, and she was close enough now to see the outline of his penis
straining to escape his pants. God, he must be hurting, she thought to
herself, and she sympathetically began to become physically aroused by this
man who had activated her brain so much over the phone and at dinner. Oh,
how she now wanted to be *touched*, she thought.

She waited until he placed his wine glass on the coffee table, then turned
his face to hers and kissed him. Although surprised, he returned the kiss,
and the two of them reached for each other to pull the other closer. Amy
felt their two trunks mesh together, and she began to moan involuntarily
slightly at how good it felt to be kissing a man instead of merely
fantasizing about it again. She felt one of Carl's hands reach behind her
head and run through her hair, and she ran her hand over the small of his
back and pulled him harder to her. Carl's other hand had come from around
her back, and was feeling her ample sides- now he was feeling her clothed
stomach, and was moving his hand down her hip. Oh, how wonderful this feels
again, Amy thought, and her moans took on a more urgent tone.

Amy pressed her breasts against Carl's chest, and he marveled as they
strained against the voluminous fabric designed to cover them. Yet they
stayed clothed, and Amy knew that Carl could feel how turgid her nipples had
become in just the few minutes of early foreplay they had shared on the
couch. In the end, however, as Carl moved his hands to feel of their size
and shape, she knew they should be freed, and she pulled the straps of her
dress down to reveal them to him. Carl's bare hand now touched bare skin as
they sat somewhat apart on Amy's couch, and he could feel the nipples
standing out from their hosts, freed from their previous confinement. He
bent toward her to take her right breast in his mouth, and Amy sank back,
allowing him to do with her breast what he pleased. His tongue rolled over
the nipple and the areola, and as he began to lightly suckle them Amy's
moans increased in volume, and she placed her hands on his hair and lightly
massaged his head as he continued. Please, sweet Carl, please go on, she
thought as she lay there on the couch where she had spent so many evenings
watching television and waiting for this.

It was not long before Amy had invited Carl to continue their foreplay in
her bedroom. She took off her dress completely, and stood before Carl fully
naked except for her panties, which betrayed a moisture indicating her
excitement at what had occurred and what was to come. She then sat on the
bed and beckoned Carl to her, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants and
pulling them down so that she could reach his briefs. Amy pulled down Carl's
briefs and exposed his penis, which was warm near her face and nicely
formed. As she bent towards it, she could see the exposed veins, and she
thought of the blood spurting through it and making it turgid at the thought
of being near her naked, Rubenesque body. She took it first in her hand and
felt it, stroking it lightly before placing it between her lips. Now it was
Carl's turn to moan, and he did so in an almost ethereal baritone, urging
her to go on in not so many words. She suckled at his penis urgently, for it
had been so long since she had enjoyed the taste of a man's organ in her
mouth, and she loved to give pleasure. After quickening her movements of
tongue and mouth upon Carl's organ, Amy released it, and Carl fell upon the
bed next to her and pulled her close again.

Now they were even- his aching member and her full, rounded breasts had been
released from their confinement, and they both removed their remaining
clothing and lay pressed against each other on Amy's bed. Amy had so much
wanted this night to turn out like this, and she was so excited by this man,
this wonderful man who loved her mind *and* her ample body. As they lay
together, Carl began to knead her flesh, and felt her stomach and thighs
ripple as she resumed her moans. Carl let his hands wander all along that
wonderfully plump body, and the candle's light revealed his pre-come forming
on the tip of his organ, betraying his great arousal by this big, beautiful
long-haired woman. Eyes closed, Amy continued to drink in the touch of both
of his hands, and felt them come to rest near her inner thighs. Opening her
eyes, she saw that Carl had moved down to the foot of the bed and was
pushing up her lower stomach roll to expose her private parts. He knelt down
on the bed and placed his tongue and finger near her burning, wet clitoris,
and the feeling so startled Amy that she cried out just for a moment.

Amy felt as if she were ascending as Carl continued to orally perform upon
her. Oh, God, he feels great, she thought as she moved underneath him. She
bent her sizable legs and began to grind her hips up to more closely feel
Carl's now-quickening tongue. How she had spent so many nights on this bed
alone trying to simulate this feeling artificially was not in the forefront
of her thoughts as Amy's moans increased in volume and became more urgent,
just as her movements became more rapid. She pushed and pushed, wanting to
be brought to the climax, and Carl's tongue met her demands.

And then it happened. She felt the peak hit her with an immense force, like
a wave breaking against a jetty, and she spasmed and shook the creaking bed,
gasping and exclaiming at the arrival of her orgasm. Carl continued to stay
with her clitoris, and quickly brought her to a second orgasm that left her
panting on the bed, sweating and happy.

They held each other close again, kissing each other deeply and intertwining
their legs and arms over and over. Amy could feel Carl's hunger for her
large body resonating from him, and she rolled him onto his back and assumed
a dominant position, pressing her pelvis against his so that he could feel
her wetness. She reached down and placed his organ inside her slowly, and
brought all of her weight to bear on her midsection to force him all the way
in. Amy began to move, slowly at first, against Carl, up and down, up and
down his penis, riding him and moaning deeply at the feeling. She could feel
Carl's hands lifting up her large, breasts, the fingers rolling around her
now-extra-sensitive nipples, and she felt him buckling his leg muscles,
trying to force his organ deeper inside her. Their rhythm set now, Amy
increased the tempo, at once pushing down and moaning louder, oblivious of
how her enlarged stomach and breasts were bouncing in time with her and
driving Carl to the brink. Carl's hands reached as far down Amy's back as
her girth would allow them, pushing her down harder, as he too matched her
moans now, approaching climax.

And then Amy felt him stiffen, and she knew he was emptying his semen into
her as he cried out her name. Her own muscles tightened as Carl kept moving
after his orgasm, and Amy felt the familiar feeling of approaching climax
flowing up to her again as she pounded her large midsection downward
repeatedly to take her pleasure. She heaved, grunted, and bellowed out loud
at last, allowing the third peak to slam against her as the other two had,
and she fell on top of him with all her weight, breathing loudly and still
making noises from the experience.

Amy and Carl made less desperate love three more times that night, each time
in a different position. Amy would long remember how Carl talked after it
was over about how his favorite position was when he entered her from
behind, and could see her broad buttocks repeatedly press against him and
rebound, shaking near his groin, while Amy grunted at the deep penetration
and urged him to go even deeper with his organ. At last, when they were
still, Amy reached over to her nightstand and blew out the candle, and the
two of them fell asleep next to each other, naked as children. Amy's last
thought before she drifted off to sleep was of how much she loved how her
body, while seemingly too large for most people's taste, was quite adept at
transmitting pleasure to her brain, and at arousing the right man to please
her. No, she would *not* be cutting back on the butter in her recipes very
soon, she thought.