I finally got my man.

I'm Ashley, the "Large Lovely Lady" from posts #35220 and #35175 and it's been a crazy week with this guy I'm seeing, Michael. A week of being teased and turned on, frustrated and anxious, more uncertain about myself and at the same time as confident as a sexual goddess, and so horny I can't stand it. Well, with Michael currently asleep in my bed in my apartment after finally conquering his gorgeous body, I can say it has all been worth it. I got an amazing, sexy, strong guy who spent the last couple of hours making this fat girl purr in ways I didn't even know I could!

This evening I cooked him dinner, a pasta dish my mom recommended and a nice bottle of wine, side salad. Classic. He came over, looking so hot in a western button down and jeans, with a movie for us to watch after dinner, Star Wars Rogue One. I'm not a huge SW fan so I missed this one, he insisted that I would enjoy it, and I really did. He's such an SW dork he paused it a couple of times to fill in details I didn't really get. The whole time he's got his arm around me and I held his hand, a few strokes to my thigh and a solid ten-minute rub to the back of my neck at the hairline that had me covered with goosebumps and left me with a sore pussy. I wanted to straddle him, slide my damp panties over, and ride him right there on my couch! But we hadn't even got to dinner yet. I love watching him eat for some reason, and I'm not shy about eating in front of him, which is huge. I got salad dressing on my chin and he reached over with his strong hands, gently wiped it away with a finger, and stuck it in his mouth. "Pretty good," he says. "And not creepy at all, right?" No, sir, it was not, I'm thinking, and can you take out your cock for me so I can return the favor?

We went for a little walk around the neighborhood after dinner, the sun was going down so it was getting cool. Again, he held me and held my hand all the way. I'm nervous because the walk wasn't planned and I've gotta get him back to my apartment for dessert, that is to try and seduce him. He's a little distant tonight, that has me worried. I'm guessing this is the date where he says, "I like you, Ash, but I'm just not attracted to fat girls. I've got a harem of skinny skanks that I like better than you." We make it back to the apartment building, and I'm getting ready to give up, he's been so quiet and something is on his mind. "Do you want to come back up for awhile?" "Yeah," the only response. I want to cry right there in the street. What did I do wrong?

We get back upstairs, and he's standing at the little bar in my apartment, away from me. I'm on the couch. This is the most distance we've had so far. "Ash, he starts..." Oh God. I go into defensive mode, ready to take the hit that's coming. "I really like you."

"I like you, too." Here it comes. Silence.

"Will you go steady with me," he says, and he starts laughing! What the hell?

I cross the floor and smack him, hard, several times. He grabs me up in a big hug, gazes at me with those amazing eyes, and says "Ash, I used to be a much bigger guy than I am now. It's taken me ten years to get where I am now."

Uh-oh. Somehow he's managed to push two buttons at the same time tonight, and I'm back to being insecure. We separate again. But, in a very weird move, he takes off his shirt, and a lot of things suddenly make sense.

He's got a Dad bod, which I suspected, but he has ugly stretch marks around his belly button. This is a real surprise, and I get now why he's been teasing me and leaving me frustrated. He's got a little bit of insecurity, too, it looks like. I'm genuinely in shock. "College," he says, with so much hurt in his eyes.

I touched them, put my hands on his stomach, and kissed one of them directly, then the next one, slowly, kissed every scar on his stomach. There were five or six, and I kissed them as gently as I could and I wish that would have taken them away for him. I even put the side my face against his stomach, it was so soft and warm.

Silence. Awkward silence. I closed my eyes, my heart is pounding. I can feel his is as well. I felt his hand on top of my head and he stroked it a couple of times. "Ashley," he finally says. I look up at him, and he pulls me up for a kiss. Not the playful, sexy kisses he's been giving me up until today, but a long, connective, deep kiss. The kind that makes me want to wrap my legs around him and never let go, wear his shirts that he doesn't want anymore but smell like him, share a toothbrush, tease him when we have company over, buy property together.

He kisses his way down my body at this point, slowly. I have on another cute dress that sticks my boobs out for him, and he lingers there, squeezing them firmly and nuzzling both of my girls. He kisses my tummy as he slides to his knees. He turns me around, I'm getting excited again and put both hands on the bar, arch my back a little bit so my ass is right at his face. "May I?"

"YES."

His hands slide up my dress, to my panties, and down they go to the floor. I step out of them and look back playfully, tossing my hair a little bit. He's holding my panties in one hand, and gently stroking my ass with the other. "I'm keeping these, he says."

I start to object when I feel his breath on my asshole, then his tongue on my pussy. I bucked my hips back, pressing my sex hard into his face. This is like a porno, he's eating me from behind! I've got goosebumps again. I reach back and raise my dress so he can breath, and watch him eat me. His eyes are closed and he's right in there, loving it so good with his mouth. I can't think. I pull my dress down and play with my boobs a bit, feel his fingers open me a little, enjoy his attention to my clit, love the occasional strokes to my stomach or the underside of my boobs.

"Go to the couch," I finally say after around 15 wonderful minutes. He wipes his face, my girl juices are all over his mouth and chin.

I unzip his jeans, yank them down as he sits, and spend a few moments stroking his cock through his boxers. I bite him through his boxers, then wet the head of his cock with them still on. He's wide eyed at that little move. Then I yank them down and pop that beautiful cock in my mouth, sucking him hard. I've wanted this for days now. He tries to get involved by taking his cock away with his free hand. I growl at him and suck him harder. He moans for me and tries again to take it away. I look up at him with a death gaze and make another noise at him while sucking to go away. This cock is mine now. He gets harder, harder, harder, and that first wonderful shot of cum hits my tongue, so salty and tangy, musky. I'm swallowing, he's moaning and pushing forward into my mouth, my hand stopping him from emptying into my throat rather than my hungry little mouth.

I hold him in my mouth for some minutes, exploring the tip of his cock with my tongue and backing off of it, lazily swallowing the last little bits of him, enjoying feeling it and his cock on my tongue. I can tell it's a weird mix of too much and not enough feeling for him by the way he's moving. "I've wanted to do that since I met you," I say, my hand not leaving his cock. "I've wanted to eat you since I met you," his response.

We move to the bed, and I'm a little unsure of what's going to happen next. He asks if I have a vibrator while we undress. Puzzled, I get it out of my nightstand, my little purple friend (with plenty of batteries in the drawer as of late). "Do you...want me to use it on you?" I ask. I'm excited but a little confused.

"Nope. I want you to use it on you." Okay. We get into bed and he has me lay next to him, start vibing, then turn on my side, where he moves in to hold me while I masturbate. Oh God, what a good feeling. His kisses, strokes, fingers, squeezes, smelling my pussy on his breath, whispering "cum for me, Ashley," I cum SO hard and clamp my mouth on his while I spasm like a shock victim. I'm moaning into his mouth, coming down from a strong orgasm. He strokes my hair, I'm sweaty and jittery. He kisses my forehead, then licks his lips.

After that, we just fell asleep, him holding me. I woke up a little while ago in his arms, vibrator still in my hand near my pussy. I extract myself from him, then had to write this, pretty horny again but also really tired.

I'm going to go back to bed, get in his arms again, and try to sleep. I got him, and dammit I'm going to enjoy wherever this is going. The fat girl got her guy, and it's awesome. I feel awesome. :)

Goodnight, everyone!