Big Girls Don't Cry (3 page)

CHAPTER TWO

T
he soft hum of the vibrator comes
from underneath
the
sheets as it slides between the already moistened lips of my virgin pussy. I’ve been lying here fingering myself as I
picture Billy licking me.
I’m soaking wet and ready to send myself into
ecstasy
with
my
new
toy.

I
f I wasn’t so absolutely sexually frustrated when I left the gym
earlier
, I doubt I would have had the courage to go into the sex shop in the first place.

‘You should
get yourself a vibrator,’
Michelle said
.

‘NO WAY!
I could never go into a place like that,
’
I replied.

But, I did t
oday— and, as it buzzes across the
swollen
hood of my clit
oris
,
I wonder why I
’ve
waited so long.

‘Oh m
y God!
Th
is is the most w
onderful thing I’
ve ever felt.
’
Tiny spasms shot
through my body and I can feel my juices running
down my pussy.
My
body trembles
almost uncontrollably
lifting my ankles off of the bed
.
In my mind I can
se
e Billy’s face looking
down at me
.
I
pull my knees in tightly,
spreading my legs wide
r
,
exposing
my
tender
inner
flesh
—
I want it so badly
,
to
feel
him
…
touching me, kissing me,
licking
me.

Panting deeply,
I press hard
er
on my clit
,
rubbing furiously
I’m almost there.  I close my eyes tighter, pressing the device even harder on my now swollen clit. Oh God, I can feel it, I’m going to cum.  I close my eyes and with a long moan I reach an almost earth shattering climax.
I watch
as
my body twitches and giggles with the orgasm
,
holding the vibrator at my hole.

‘
My first orgasm with the new toy, appropriately name
d
, Billy.
’
I smile and sigh happily.

Pulling the tip of
the
wet tool from
my
cum
dripping
pussy
, I slide it further
below
.

Squeezing and releasing
,
I massage the length of Billy’s cock as he pulls
it
from
my
no longer virgin
hole
.

I can almost hear the real Billy in my mind.
“Oh,
Gretchen
.
That felt so good,” he moans,
lying
on top of me. I feel his cock as it pushes against my ass. He whispers
into my ear.
“Is this hole, okay?”

“Yes,” I pant, sliding
through my
own moistness
.
I
p
ush the he
ad of the vibrator onto my butt, and
I picture Billy
behind
my big body a
nally fucking
me
as I
release
.

I don’t know what it is, but I love to imagine men sodomizing me. It really gets me off. I was told this is how women kept their virginity
in the past
. I’
ve never even come close to do
ing it, but
picturing
Billy doing it to me right now has given me my first full body orgasm!

His long
dick
slid
es
repeatedly into my
rear
, as he fingers
me
from behind
.
I finish my orgasm
, cumming wildly with my chubby body
thrust
ing
frantically
on top of my bed
with my new vibrator
imbedded
deep in
side
of
my butt
… I’ve never cum so hard in my life
.

A half an hour later my body is still trembling lightly as I lay on my bed thinking about Billy. He was such a nice guy. I bet he is the kind of guy who would hold you after he made love to you.

Taking my extra pillows I
stack
them in place on the bed. “There.
My Billy.”
I fluff the last pillow and snuggle my back up against the
goose down Billy
, and slowly fall asleep.

When I awake in the morning I give myself one more treatment with the new toy
,
before getting out of bed
and starting my day
.

“I don’t think I’ll
need
this
anymore
,” I say, picking up Billy’s business card. I’m pretty sure after fucking myself to sleep last night I will never be able to face
him
again. I crumple the card and throw it in the kitchen garbage.
Happy just to have met him.

CHAPTER THREE

Most of the people were here the other day when I got hit with the soda. Thank god, no one made eye contact
,
or said anything about it
as I walked up this morning
.
I have to admit I’m a little nervous standing inside of the bus shelter. I keep popping my head out and looking up and down the street, waiting to see if the car will come by again. Looking at my watch, I hope the bus is on time today.

“How are you doing today, Sweetie?” I feel the tug at my sweater as she speaks. It’s Mrs. Johnson. She’s 72 and in a wheelchair. I don’t think she’s all there, but she’s a wonderful lady, and the only person who has talked to me in the six months I’ve been taking this bus.

“I’m doing well,” I answer, hoping she isn’t referring to the soda
incident
.

“It’s a shame young people
have to
act like that,” she states.

I look around to see the faces of the people who know what she is talking about. I see a few smiles and hear a couple of stifled snickers and jeers.

“It sure is,” I re
ply a little louder than normal, looking around
.

The bus arrives and we all wait as the
courtesy
ramp
lowers,
and
Mrs.
Johnson scurries aboard.
Once seated, I stare out of the window as we pull away from the bus stop. My mind is on auto pilot as I
sit looking
into the parking lot of the gym that sits across the street from the bus shelter.
‘That’s them!’
my mind
screams.

My face presses
hard
against the window trying to focus on
a
car load of young men in the parking lot of the gym.
I’m pretty sure it’s the ones that threw the soda at me
.
‘
They must workout at the gym.’ I
think.
They disappear from sight as we pull away, and I’m happy I threw Billy’s number away
.
‘I hate that gym!
’

I
try to forget by
pull
ing
the
Cosmopolitan
from my bag and
reading
among the
dog-eared
pages of my favorite magazine.
I look up frequently, watching the new patrons as they board the bus in search of a place to settle in.
Luckily
for me, I hardly ever have to share my seat, and I like it that way. Oh yeah, at first they want to sit with me. That’s because all they can see from the front of the bus is my pretty face. It
used to hurt my feelings.
Now it’s almost funny. T
hey enter the bus, look around, and
see the pretty girl
with
the
big boobs
, walk towards her…
and then it happens. They see my fat butt stretched across the seat
,
and they
quickly walk
by
, leaving me alone
.

Oh well. That’s my life.

~ ~ ~

“Why didn’t you go?” Michelle asks
, when told I backed out of training.

“I saw the car that threw the soda at me.
They parked at the gym, and I think they work out there
.”
I couldn’t tell her I don’t think I can face
Billy,
after spending two hours
screwing myself with a vibrator while thinking about him.
Speaking of,
Pseudo Billy
—he
lies next to me on my bed as I speak.

“Are you serious?” She yells
. “Did you get a
license
plate number?”

“No. I was on the bus.”

“Eeeeew!
That makes me mad. Well, truthfully, I think you should still go. I’d even pay to go with you.”

“I know you would. That’s why I love you. But, I’m going to wait a bit. He didn’t put a time limit on it… I’ve been fat this long, so there’s no hurry to rush into a gym now, just because some
dicks
threw a coke at me.”

“Those fucking assholes.
I can barely talk about it without wanting to go shoot someone.”

“Thanks. But, you don’t have to go shooting anyone!”

We both laugh, and I look at my
Billy
lying
next to me. I throw out a fake yawn, telling Michelle how tired I am at 7:30 in the evening, and after saying good bye we hang up.

The insides of my
thighs
are already
tingling
as I reach over and trade my cell phone for the small jar of Vaseline that sits on my nightstand.  With a small dab on the ball of my middle finger I begin slowly covering my swollen bud
with
the golden
salve
. If there is one thing a twenty
four
year old virgin has
learned how to do—
it’
s
masturbate
.
I have been touching myself since I was
a young girl— t
he
gift
of
a
pulsating shower head.

I think about the few men I have been with over the years
,
a
s
I finger my bud roughly
. No intercourse, but a lot of fingering
and sucking, that’s what I remember
.
Especially during my early teen years.
I was trying
to
make friends, and I found letting the older boys in the
neighborhood
fondle my large breasts, made them
really friendly towards
me
. Breasts sucking and fondling led to fingering
,
and that, eventually
led
to me relieving them by sucking
their dicks
.
I actually became very good at it, and
as I grew into a woman
the few men I have given blow jobs to
would usually
cum almost immediately
. So
me
even
told me I was the best they’ve
had. But, nobody ever wanted to make love to me.

I’m midway through my first orgasm when my phone rings. I wouldn’t have stopped had I not
recognized
the ring tone… It was Billy.
Yes, af
ter he gave me his card I had programed it into my phone.
What
can I say?
I had high hopes of actually going this time.

“OH MY GOD!”
I yell jumping off of the bed. “How did he get my number? Why is he calling me?” I pace nervously
,
looking at the phone
.
‘What should I
do?
What
,
should I do?
- one more ring,
and it will go into voice mail.’
…
I pick up the phone and answer.