Fat Lena
I don't like fat girls. And they don't like me. That's our mutual dislike. As soon as I see a girl heavier than sixty kilograms, I start unconsciously bullying her. She usually responds. So it turns out that I'm like a dog with cats. I'm always arguing with them, and one day I realized why this happens.
All my girlfriends have always been like twigs. Thin wrists, waists, legs. For me, that's the ideal of beauty. A girl should take care of herself, that's what I was always told. So when I saw Lena, the sister of one of my friends, I immediately knew nothing would happen between us. She was about twenty. Plump but with a pretty face, she immediately took a
liking to me. At first, we didn't even talk, just moved in roughly the same circles of friends. She was about five years younger than me, and in the crowd, no one treated her as an equal either. My friend took her along out of habit and mostly treated her like a little child. Although this child was already in her second year of college.One day, I was giving the girls a ride to some gathering in the park. Someone's brother had returned from the army or something like that. I was up for any activity, just to not sit at home. I picked up my friend, her sister Lena, and another mutual acquaintance, drove them to the park. The girls, of course, were drinking. When we arrived at the park, I felt a bit out of place. They knew everyone and were having a good time. I didn't know what to do with myself and was already thinking of going home when my friend unexpectedly suggested.
"Take Lena home. She's still little, she'll need to sleep soon."
I looked at my drunk friend and realized her sister really shouldn't be there.
"Will you go?" I asked the "chubby" Lena. She rolled her eyes and said anywhere, as long as it was far from her sister. So it was decided.
Getting into the car, Lena said.
"I don't want to go home."
This arrangement puzzled me a bit.
"Where do you want to go then?" I asked.
"To the movies."
"It's late, won't they miss you?" I clarified.
"Listen, at least you don't play this game. I'm twenty years old. I get enough of my sister with her hypocritical lectures."
Half an hour later, we were standing at the box office, choosing a movie for the last showing.
"Let's go to this one? Justin Timberlake is in it," Lena informed me. The movie was called "Friends with Benefits" and perfectly matched my ideas about relationships with girls at the time.
"Sure, no problem," I said, still treating this whole thing as some kind of drawn-out joke.
We sat in the back row and started watching. I understood that Lena liked me. But she had no chance at all, so I was amused to watch her attempts at flirting.
Some couple in front of us was making out non-stop. At first, it didn't bother me, but when her head went down between his legs, Lena asked.
"Want that too?"
I looked at her sarcastically.
"Nah, I don't have time to teach you."
"You don't need to teach me anything. I'm good at it."
"And where did you learn, sucking lollipops during recess?" I asked, not hiding my smile.
"Oh, forget it," she said and stared at the screen.
At first, this situation amused me. My friends and I exchanged similar jokes, not meaning it could lead to something serious, but then I saw Lena wasn't joking. Moreover, it seemed she was genuinely offended.
"Come on. Why are you pouting like a balloon?" I tried to soften the situation.
"Because no one takes me seriously," Lena said.
"How can you say that? I went to the movies with you. But you understand, I prefer other girls."
"Oh yeah? So girls like me don't even have a chance? Screw you. Am I not good enough? Maybe I'm much more interesting in bed than those twigs of yours. You know what? I'm going home." She suddenly stood up and headed for the exit. I immediately realized the situation wasn't going well and, taking her hand, brought her back to her seat.
"Listen, I didn't mean to offend you. Let's just watch the movie calmly. I just meant this is an unusual situation for me. But I don't want our evening to end in a fight."
Lena seemed to cool down and, sitting back in the chair, took my hand and placed it on her shoulder. This round was hers, and I didn't resist anymore. At some point, it even started to turn me on. I glanced at her chest, and there was indeed something to look at. A thought that hadn't occurred to me before suddenly ran through my whole body, and even my dick started to slowly get hard.
"Listen, is your offer still on the table?" I asked, and we both laughed. Someone shushed us from the back row, but it didn't matter anymore. Without a word, Lena reached out her hand and placed it between my legs, right on my balls. She started massaging them through my sweatpants. It was unusual, and then she just slipped her hand inside, moving the waistband aside. Her hand was cool, she grabbed my dick and started massaging it. The movements were indeed professional. I didn't sense any hesitation or embarrassment. Then Lena whispered.
"Let's get out of here. I know a more interesting place."
We left the dark theater, and Lena led me somewhere through the mall. Through side doors. It seemed there was no one there, and I even got a little tense, wondering if we were breaking any rules. Usually, I was the reckless one in relationships, but not now.
"I worked at this movie theater half a year ago. At the box office, so don't worry, I know everything here."
We walked down a corridor and ended up in some kind of storage room. Lena immediately sat me on a toolbox and, pulling down my pants, started greedily sucking. How unusual it was. The girl really knew her stuff. She leaned her hands on the floor and sucked without using her hands, which was an unusual experience for me. She moved very fast, not touching the head with her teeth, but carefully, pursing her lips into a tube, she wrapped them around my dick, caressing the head with her tongue. I wanted to take her breasts. They were big, round melons that literally didn't fit in my hands. They hung down, making them seem even bigger. It was a turn-on.
"I want," she whispered, standing up and pulling off her jeans.
"Sorry, but I don't have anything to protect us," I said, understanding where this was going.
"Then take my ass," she informed me. This was completely unexpected, and at first, I was even confused. I love anal sex, but to get a girl to agree, you usually had to persuade her for six months, and even then, it could end in nothing.
While I stood there, she pulled me towards her, pressing my dick against her hole. I came to my senses, spat on the head, and entered. It happened so simply that I didn't expect it. She moaned.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
"Are you kidding? This is the best thing that's ever happened to me," she replied.
I started moving. It seemed her ass was well-practiced. Had she been with many men? That even made me feel a bit uneasy. However, as if reading my thoughts, she answered.
"When you're alone a lot, you get used to sex toys, and my favorites are anal plugs." At these words, I couldn't hold back and came. Right in her ass. She couldn't contain herself and let out a moan. Obviously, she came too. Slowly pulling my dick out of her ass, I wiped it with some rag and pulled up my pants.
Since then, I still prefer thin girls to fat ones. And when asked why? I answer: What if I like it.