My girlfriend is fat, like close to 200 lbs. She's my first "big girl," and we are celebrating our one year anniversary at the end of next month. Listen, I was in a frat in college, dated and fucked my share of skanks over the years. Woke up next to girls that I couldn't remember meeting, had girls put in my room by our frat president after I'd had way too many drinks "just for fun," that sort of thing. Got blowjobs from frat "sweethearts," did coke and swapped girls. Surprised I didn't get an STD, checked and clean I'm happy to say. Most folks who knew me then would say I was a total bro, frat-star doucher. I still look the part, even with my current situation. Wendy, my girlfriend, has changed a lot of me for the better I think.

Last year I was dating a girl I used to hook up with when I was still active in undergrad, a girl named Shannon. Shannon is HOT AF, but a complete psycho who turned a lot of my "brothers" against me when we broke up last year. You probably know the type: fried brunette hair, a little too much spray on tan, too much makeup and a short skirt for every night of the week who's only goal is being a dick magnet. When she decided she was done with me by sending me pics of her sucking one of my brothers' cocks after we went back to visit for Homecoming and then decided to tell the guys what I really thought about them, I was pretty much fucked friend-wise. And because we still live in the town where our alma mater is, and it's a small college town, everyone knew my business. Never trust a chick that doesn't have tan lines.

Anyway, someone took pity on my, a friend I had from before I was in the frat who set me up on pretty much a blind date one Thursday night. I needed it, I'd been in social isolation for nearly a month, was drinking like a pledge again and not doing well at work (law office, not a lawyer, I work on our files and archives), and was playing way too much COD. When they said, she's sweet, you'll like her, I should have known better, right? My friend said Wendy would be the girl in the flower-patterned dress with a matching flower in her hair and she'll meet you at the bar at 10. Cool.

I'm a beer and a half in when Shannon comes in with random doucher #4 and of course blasts by with her evil entourage like we're in fucking high school. I get dirty looks from about two of my former frat bros and this rando, and the other girls are snickering as they walk by. I was still working out three times a week then, but I probably looked pretty rough. I had grown out a lumberjack beard and I'm kind of blondish, so I really stuck out, especially in that place. In hindsight, bad call. Anyway, great start to the night. I go ahead and get my tab together and notice it's actually got a little quieter in the place, which is saying something because it's packed with college kids and oldsters like me trying to net some college pussy. Looking toward the door, I see my friend and his long time girlfriend, and this fucking big bird in the flowered dress and matching flower in her hair. She's blonde, hair cut to her chin, a little curly or wavy, red glasses and matching shoes (I notice her shoes) and she's huge compared to most all the girls in there. My impulse was to run, but they saw me and I didn't want to lose the last friend I had, so I stuck around.

Best decision I've ever made.

Over the weeks, now months, Wendy helped me work through a lot. My parents love this girl; even my Dad, after some initial shock, loves her, and I didn't realize how much that actually meant. Son, he says, you dated a lot of sluts that should have never come here to meet us. Her, I like.

The sex. My fucking GOD the sex. Having this fat little princess on her knees giving me a blowjob in the woods one day when we were supposed to be hiking, watching that flushed and slightly glistening face bob up and down till I shot right down her throat is a memory I'll never forget. Eating out her fat pussy for the first time, which I will do any time she wants now, was incredible. Her big ass and tits look SO fucking good in these dresses she wears which don't fit her. Her panties are always perfectly tight on her ass and when she wears like a teddy or something like that, her big tits stick out and just make me want to motor boat her (which I do). She's not into everything, like anal or facials, but that's perfectly okay. I creampied my first fat chick a couple of weeks ago and goddamn it was heavenly (it was her). I've rubbed lotion on her thighs to alleviate chub rub; I've been hit in the face with a boob with enough force that I thought I was going to have whiplash; I kiss her belly every time I get her naked on my way up or down her curvy body.

On a serious note, when she smiles, and that perfect round face lights up. When she asks me to help her pick out clothes at the mall or whatever, I love helping her out cause I get a mini fashion show and half the time a blowjob in the dressing room or handjob on the ride home (her hands are so soft and WARM). I've never had a girl actually cook or bake for me before, it's great. Hell, I've read books in the last year! I haven't read a book for fun ever.

I don't want her to change, or lose weight, unless she wants to make that change herself. I fucking love this girl, seriously. And I really think these girls get a bad rap that's undeserved. I'm learning a lot about how to date a big girl, I still make mistakes with what to say or how to make sure she's not being treated like my fat fetish (I enjoy spending time with her, am proud of her, and really know her at this point). I wish now I'd paid attention to the fat sorority chicks that my brothers and I used to make fun of when they came to the house. I probably would've been a lot happier then, but I probably wouldn't have what I do now so it's a toss-up.