BBW.

     Sometimes, my boyfriend is busy.  I only see him once a week, and most days, we don't really talk either, being on opposite schedules.  A quick goodnight while I'm already half asleep, or a call in the middle of a busy shift at work.  And especially if I'm going through a stressful time, I need someone with me.  I need someone to fuck.

    I could never be with another man; I love my boyfriend and want to stay faithful to him.  But women are another story.  I'm sure they still hurt him, to know that I went to someone else, but my transgressions with females seem to always get forgiven.  And if he isn't there for me in my time of need, I can't be blamed.  He is the one who abandoned me; if he was here, I wouldn't have to do it.  And tonight, I'm going to a party.  There's a bisexual girlfriend of ours, who my boyfriend has told me, would be open to sleeping with us in a threesome, but he isn't interested in her.  I think she's cute.  Strawberry blonde hair, fair skin, glasses, and curvy.  My boyfriend works with her, so I've met her at a handful of parties.  She usually bakes something creative.  At pride, she did everyone's eye makeup, while I did the body painting.  Lauren.  

   It's a house party, quite casual, but I choose to wear something sexy anyway.  I get there late, see her out of the corner of my eye, but don't go over quite yet.  I want her to see me, see how I look tonight.  A couple people tell me I look nice, and I reply that I probably overdressed, but I don't care.  I do a quick shot of the vodka I brought, and make a move for the couch.  
    "Hey Lauren, what'd you bring tonight?"  She smiles, and her cheeks dimple.  
    "Jell-O shooters."  
    "Uh oh," I laugh, continuing.  "Yeah, you always seem to bring something fun."  
    "Oh, thanks.  You look nice," she replies.  
    "So do you."  That's enough for now, we'll have a few, and talk later.  I notice that her drink is full.  "I'm going to go get a drink.  You want anything?"  
    "I'm good for now," she smiles and blinks, but I think it's only because she can't wink.  
    "Ok.  I want to talk to you tonight.  I'll find you later."

     About an hour later, she's making the rounds with the Jell-O shots.  "So many choices!  What would you prescribe?"  
    "I'd stay away from the blue.  They taste pretty toxic," she giggles.  
    "How much booze is in these?"  
    "About fifty shots." I almost do a spit take.  
    "Really?  Wow, that's really generous of you."  
    "I try," she curtsies.  
    "Do one with me?"  
    "Of course," she says, choosing red.  They've dyed her lips slightly, making them look extra juicy.  
   "You'll have to tell me your secret for that lip colour," I tease.  
   "Oh, are my lips red?  Definitely would advise against the blue then," she blinks again, smiling.  I laugh.  
    "You pull it off, don't worry!  You could be the face of a new product."  
    "Yeah!  Tastes good, too!"  
    "Well, you've sold me," I flirt, taking a red.  Together, we suck them out of the tiny cups.  I pout my lips like a model.  "Did it do anything?"  
    "Hmm, not yet.  Maybe you should take another."  
    "Yes, ma'am," I lean in, taking another, and our faces our very close.  I look up into her eyes and smile, then lean back and do the second shot.  "Thanks Lauren."  
    "My pleasure."

     There's dancing.  In someone's bedroom, but it's at the point in the night, that nobody seems to mind.  I get close to Lauren, and dance with her.  We move our hips close to each other, I put my hands on her waist, pulling her closer, getting my leg in between hers, grinding with her.  She turns her back to me, and she rubs her lovely curvy ass up against me, I feel her up as she does it.  I trace her silhouette with my hands, touching the sides of her breasts, down to her hips.  She is like a hour glass.  I'm dying to see her body.  I make a point of leaving at the same time as she does, asking her if she wants to come to my place.  She looks me up and down, a little surprised, and a little impressed.  "Lead the way."

     At my place, we have a nightcap, laying on the bed, talking.  She hasn't been with someone in a while, which is what I had heard.  I tell her that when my boyfriends around, I never crave someone else, but when he's gone, I wish I had someone to hang out with.  That he doesn't mind me being with women.  I tell her that I don't want her to feel any pressure about having orgasms, and that I just want to have some fun going down on her, and being with her tonight.  We kiss.  I immediately remember how much I love to kiss women.  It's softer, smaller, sweeter.  I want her clothes off, and start unbuttoning her shirt.  Her breasts almost spring out of it, and I can't help but grabbing them.  They feel so nice and full through her bra, which is peach lace, matching her creamy complexion perfectly. I want to see if her nipples match as well, maybe a lovely pale pink, but need to see her in this fantastic bra a while longer.  I unbutton her jeans, pull them around her big, beautiful hips.  Her creamy white ass is crazy hot.  I grab it, making out with her, pulling her against me, feeling everything, her hips, and thighs as well.  I want to hold every part of her flesh in my hand.  I remove my dress, and land on top on her, kissing her sweet mouth, and squirming over her, pressing myself into her, enjoying the feeling of her skin over mine.  I kiss her breasts through her bra, teasing the two voluptuous things, then reach around to unclasp the back.  As it falls forward, she reveals the lovely soft pink nipples I expected, which I wrap my tongue around, a bodacious breast in my other hand.  I almost have to hold on to them to contain them; their size makes them wild, feral; if she moves the slightest bit, one falls completely away, to the other side.  I love this game of chase; they make me work for it, creating more desire to catch them, and more reason to hold into them when I do.

     I bend down, kissing Lauren's hips, making her turn on her side, and eventually her stomach, as my lips wander to her ass, which I knead in my hands like I'm making bread.  She gets on her knees, and her pussy emerges between her legs, two supple, sweet lips, puckering for me to kiss them.  I do, licking her from behind; she tastes like the strawberry yogurt her creamy complexion would suggest.  I lay underneath her, encouraging her to sit on my face.  I grab her ass, as my tongue circles her clit, drifting down towards her pussy to feel her moisture on my mouth.  I flip her around, lick her delicious nipples once more, before migrating back down.  I take her thighs in my hands, spreading them, and she shows her beautiful pink flower to me. I swirl my tongue around her petals, landing again on her rosebud of a clit.  I reach up and grab as much of her tits as I can, while I do it.  When her pussy seems to bloom for me, enlarging, and becoming full, I give her one of my fingers, curling it into her soft, spongy, G spot.  I give her another, and very lightly tickle her there.  She starts to moan, and I don't dare stop what I'm doing.  I alternate pace and pressure, revealing exactly what she likes.  The tip of my tongue lightly dancing over her clit; she must be very sensitive as I am barely even touching her, and my finger very quickly, and also only barely tickling her G spot.  She is almost startled by the orgasm, as it seems to come out of nowhere, with no build up whatsoever.  Perhaps because she wasn't preparing to, she was able to really relax and let me in.  

     Dripping wet, I grab my vibrator.  After Lauren recovers, she plays with my tits, kissing and licking the nipple of one, while tightly holding the other in her grip.  It doesn't take me long, as I've been needing it so badly.  My heart pounds afterward; she says she can hear it thumping through my chest.  We take our turns in the washroom, and fall into deep, dreamless sleep.