Some Girls Like Big Girls (First Time BBW Lesbian)

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 7,100
0 Ratings (0.0)

Curvy, plus size Mandy is lonely, frustrated and in the middle of the mother of all dry spells. But when she joins a gym in an attempt to shed a few pounds and meet the man of her dreams the last thing she expects is to catch the eye of her sexy young instructor. But a little flirting, a few glasses of wine and a sudden downpour later Mandy discovers that some girls like big girls. A discovery that leads to a sapphic awakening and an evening of lesbian pleasure that she will never forget.

This 7000 word romantic erotic short story is intended for adults only and contains scenes of tribbing, fingering, light anal play, lesbian oral sex and a whole load of multiple dripping orgasms as a big sexy beauty has her first lesbian experience with a younger woman who can’t get enough of her glorious curves.

Some Girls Like Big Girls (First Time BBW Lesbian)
0 Ratings (0.0)

Some Girls Like Big Girls (First Time BBW Lesbian)

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 7,100
0 Ratings (0.0)
In Cart
In Wish List
Available formats
HTML
PDF
ePub
Mobi
Excerpt

“I.. um.” I glanced down at my watch and remembered my car in the gym parking lot. “I probably shouldn’t have any more to drink, I need to drive home.”

Her face sunk and I couldn’t meet her eyes. I felt like a coward.

“Sure. Sure, I’m sorry I get a bit carried away sometimes.”

I gave her a smile, “Don’t be sorry, this was really nice. We should do it again sometime.”

“Or...”

“Or?”

“My apartment is just down the road we could grab a bottle and hang out if you like,” she blurted out.

“Maybe...” Next time. It was on the tip of my tongue before I realized how crazy it all was. Even the idea that someone, anyone, could have their “hopes up” for me, “Maybe just one drink. Then I’ll have to get going.”

“Sure. OK.” She grinned like an eager puppy and I returned it. I couldn’t help myself.

As we walked away from the cafe I took her hand in mine. It just kind of happened. I reached out and her hand was there. It fit perfectly. It felt intimate, something I had been missing, despite the voice in my head that was wondering what the hell I was doing. That’s when the heavens opened up. I mean really opened up. One of those crazy summer storms that seem to come out of nowhere like a monsoon. There was no cover and there was no way I was running with a couple of glasses of wine in me so we just walked through the rain hand-in-hand.

By the time we reached Jo’s apartment we were drenched. We stood in the hall dripping.

“Wow. We’re soaked. Do you want a shower?”

I considered it for a moment and then felt myself becoming increasingly nervous about the whole situation, suddenly unsure of myself.

“Well I I’m pretty sure you won’t have any clothes that fit me and I don’t fancy getting back into these. Maybe we should just call it a day.”

“You could always wear your gym clothes.” She nodded towards the bag at my side, “Maybe this time you won’t hide yourself away under that big baggy T-shirt. She had been watching me, “Well they’re pretty gross and sweaty and don’t do me any favors.”

“Are you kidding? Checking out curvy women in tight clothes is the best part of my job and there’s nothing wrong with a bit of sweat.”

She was standing close and sounding a little tipsy. I remembered that she had matched me drink for drink and probably weighed about half as much as me. I stumbled trying to come up with a reply that would make light of her admission. This was all a bit much for me. When I didn’t respond to her obvious flirting she gave up with a shrug.

Read more