Erotica Anthology #9

Thick

#49

Thick and Beautiful

He first takes notice of her when they are at a party. His eyes immediately catches her form. She is short, thick and beautiful, just like the rest of the invited female guests. He doesn’t know why, but there is something different about her when he lands his eyes on her. It’s like as if there’s this voice inside his head that tells her, she’s the one.

He was invited by one of his rich friends. The party takes place in his friend’s private island. Strangely for some reasons, all of the guests appear to be his type. He is confused when he stepped into the crowd. What is going on? Is it perhaps because his friend knows about his type? Is he throwing this party for him or what?

All thoughts are thrown out of the window when he lands sight on this especially beautiful one. She’s an Asian, her height only goes up to the line of his chest. She has thick long black hair that goes to the back of her tailbone. She looks so much heavier and stronger compared to his skinny built, and her legs positively look massively curvy. Though make no mistake, he is not saying this for being negative. She can’t be any more perfect in his eyes.

The girl has all the curves in the right places. Her breasts are large, so large that one can put a watermelon in comparison to each breast. They jiggle as she moves. And when she turns around . . . oh my, her ass are voluptuous! And she’s got legs that that can certainly trap him in place when he does get to do naughty things to her.

She should be at least two hundred pounds, almost twice the weight of him. He’s quite tall, being five foot six and all, but his weight has never been more than the current one he is stuck in, which is one hundred and thirty eight pounds.

Before he knows it, his curiosity pushes him to approach the girl from across the room, and all too sudden he finds himself standing right in front of her. The man blinks too fast when he locks eyes with her, shifting on his legs from side to side out of nervousness.

“Um, hi,” he starts out by muttering in a low tone. He gets so lost in the sight of her that it takes some courage to even start talking to her.

“Hi . . . can I help you?”

“Well, I was wondering if . . . you would . . . . Are you with someone?”

“Oh, no, I came alone. How about you?”

“M-me too. D-do you want to get a drink?”

“Why, sure. I’m Lisa, by the way,” she offers.

“Tom.” He shakes her plump hand. When she clasps her hand around his, he takes notice of how solid her grip is.

There are plenty of selection to pick from. Once they settle with their own drink, they fall yet into another awkward silence.

“Do you come to this kind of parties a lot?” she asks.

“Not really. Why?”

“Well, you don’t strike me as the person who would usually talk to someone like me.”

“Why do you think that? I approached you, didn’t I?” he smiles.

“Yes, you certainly did,” she returns the smile, a tad bit shy. Though she really has to crane her neck as she tries to do so. “Oh wow, you’re really tall, aren’t you?”

“Five foot six,” he tells her.

“Impressive,” she chuckles lightheartedly.

“How about you?”

“Oh, nothing big, just a good old four foot six. Though that’s nothing compared of how much I weight. I pack up a nasty punch, too.”

“I have no doubt about that. How much do you weigh, if I may ask?”

“Last time I stepped on a weighing scale,” which happened to be last night, “I was about 200 pounds. But I think I’m about to add up a few more after this party,” she says, glancing at a table full of food across them.

She drools a little bit as she wonders about food. He thinks it’s adorable.

“Ah, sorry, must have zoned out a little. I always do that when it involves food. You must think it’s such an unattractive habit.”

“Oh, no, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it at all. Besides, I find it quite the opposite. There is nothing more attractive than a woman with a healthy appetite.”

“Even with all of these?” she gestures at her body.

“You mean your curves?” he asks.

She chuckles some more. “Oh, stop it, Tom. You’re joking.”

“No, just flirting.” He doesn’t know what possesses him after this, since he is not usually a flirt, but then he playfully winks at her, causing the girl to laugh some more.

“Oh, you’re smooth.”

“Then, is it working?”

“That depends. Maybe,” she grins playfully, and he can’t help but to grin back with equal excitement.

Silence.

“Well, since you already told me how much you weight, I feel like I should return the favor too. I’m a hundred and thirty eight pounds.”

Lisa nods her head. “I’d figure as much.”

“How’s the drink, anyway?” he asks.

“It tastes good, but I’d really like to taste some of the food.”

“Alright. Let’s go then.”

They get into the line, picking up food into their plates. She does most of the picking, her attention mostly glued to the variety of food displayed on the table. He picks up some too, though he mostly just stares at her in awe, completely fixated on her. She can’t be any more of his type, the perfect, most ideal girlfriend for him. Not that he is that way confident about asking her out, but as far as how this night goes, he’d say things are going pretty well for both of them.

While she is busy piling up food in her plate, he takes his time eyeing her from head to toe. She is wearing a silver dress that mostly cover her curves. It’s conservative, but at the same time, also appealing, especially with the way the fabric seems to hug her curves perfectly well. Her curled hair is pulled up into a neat gathering at the top, a matching silver hair clip nested right over it.

She is a sight to behold in his eyes. Her cheeks flush just at the right pink color whenever she sees a menu that excites her. There are a lot of things that she has never tried before, and she intends to taste every bit of them through this party. He is more than willing to accompany her, though he doesn’t show as much interest to the food offered compared to watching her.

He accompanies her wherever she wants to go, mostly assisting, too enchanted by her to refuse anything from her. She talks to him chattily, with most conversation led by her. She likes to talk about food a lot, especially the ones she haven’t tried before. He doesn’t particularly mind the subject, just wanting to get to know her as much as possible. They talk about their lives too, of course. By the time it nears midnight, he feels like he should know all there is to know about her.

“Would you like to go somewhere quieter?” he asks when they start playing some slower music. She nods and he leads her to a corner of the house somewhere, where they finally get an empty yet beautiful balcony all to themselves. Then he asks her for a dance, which she accepts.

“What are you going to do after tonight?” he asks absentmindedly. Their steps are not that practiced, but at least they are having fun with themselves.

“Oh, nothing much. Just taking all of these off and getting some sleep.”

“Can I help?” he asks flirtatiously, and she giggles.

“Why? Are you going to follow me home? It’s quite far from here.”

“If you’re inviting me, I don’t mind . . . Or you can stay with me.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she trails off with a smile.

“We can borrow a room here, too.”

“I don’t think the owner will like that,” she says.

“Don’t worry. He won’t.”

“You know the host?”

“He’s a friend.”

“Neat.”

“So, what do you say? Are you tired yet?”

“C-can we stay here for a while? Just to enjoy the few.”

The night sky is spectacular, with stars sparkling from high above, and all kinds of lights glowing from below as the center of the party heats up.

“Sure. I don’t see why not.”

They dance some more until Lisa’s too exhausted to continue. Then he drags her from the balcony, wanting to lead her in before she’s too tired to move. He has been to this place several times before, so he knows the layout pretty much okay, more or less. He spots a butler on their way, and he asks him to give them a room. The butler recognizes him as one of his master’s friends, of course, and he leads them to one of the empty guest rooms. Once inside, she practically throws herself into the bed, too tired to move.

“You know, I think I’m just gonna sleep here . . .” she mumbles sleepily.

Tom helps her settle him, so that she can be more comfortable. He is just about to step away, when a hand grabs at him. She pulls him down so that he is climbing on the same bed as her. When his head lowers, she nudges her head forward, tipping the angle just enough until her lips brush against his.

He can feel the spark jolts at him, from the tips of his lips and all the way across his whole body. Magnificent. He wonders how she will taste like when he manages to get the rest of her. But he is in no hurry, so he stays still.

“Thank you,” she says, “for the amazing night.” Her eyes sparkle with glee, and some he can’t fathom.

“Anytime,” he replies.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m just going to lie down on the couch nearby.”

“Stay,” she says, sounding almost like a plea.

He crawls to the spot next to her, before the both lies down. They end up falling asleep entangled in one another, though she’s still careful at where she lands herself on, not wanting to crush him.

When morning comes, she finds that he is already awake way ahead of her, and that there’s already a tray of food waiting for her.

He knows that what she needs. She thinks he’s a keeper, this one.

—