4 comments/ 29922 views/ 10 favorites An Unexpected Romance By: Pussyrider My name's Jacqui, and I'm a 28-year old civil servant working in central London. I'd like to say I haven't previously had much success with men, but that would imply I'd had any experience with men at all. Until the story I'm about to tell you happened I'd never had a real boyfriend, and I never really believed I would get one. The problem was that, as I described myself, I was a big, fat ugly cow. Well, if I'm honest the ugly bit isn't true, it was just how I felt. I've got twinkly blue eyes, rosy cheeks and a pretty smile. I'm also intelligent, witty and good company. But I'm six feet one tall and considerably overweight (my vitals, last time I bothered to measure them, were 42GG-36-48). I had pale, blotchy skin, eyebrows like the Brazilian rainforest, at least three chins, my tits looked like barrage balloons, I had rolls of fat on my hips and belly, and my bum and thighs (thunder thighs, I called them) rippled when I walked. I'd tried diets, of course -- dozens of them -- but it was always the same story: they worked for a while, then the weight loss seemed to grind to a halt. That got me depressed, and I found myself sitting in bed on a lonely Sunday morning thinking "Why the fuck am I bothering, no bloke's ever going to want me". So I would go down to the local supermarket, race around buying all the fattening shit I could see and spend the rest of the day bingeing on it, which just made me even more depressed. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong in principle with being big, some people carry it off wonderfully and look great, and I hugely admire large women who are at ease with, even relish, their size. I just was most definitely not one of them. About the man thing, I wasn't a virgin when this tale started. No, I'd had sex twice. The first time was my 18th birthday, up against a kitchen counter with a 31-year old married cousin, which lasted about 30 seconds. The second was a drunken one-night stand with an ugly middle-aged Arab guy who picked me up in a pub. The only thing I know about him is his first name, and that was probably a lie. So that was it -- two random fucks in the12 years since I passed the age of consent. My friends -- I had lots of friends, just no lovers - had always told me I didn't help myself with the way I dressed, which was true; but my view was why waste money on nice clothes just to stick them on a haystack? So I would rarely wear make-up, my long brown hair hung loose about my shoulders, and I dressed in frumpy brown and black clothes, bought in discount stores or charity shops and chosen to try and make people not notice me -- difficult when you're as big as me. Anyway, in April last year a new guy started working in my team -- I'm a team leader, a very, very junior manager. His name was Danny, he was 23 and just out of university. Short -- five-eight maybe -- and slim with curly black hair, a gold band in one ear lobe, a long chin sporting designer stubble, and a preference for sharp suits. As with any new bloke in the office, the girls spent the first week sizing him up, and general opinion was that he was very tasty. My own view was that he was a nice guy, but probably gay. Danny and I hit it off immediately. We found we had a common interest in vintage cinema -- Bogart, Hepburn, Cary Grant and so on -- similar tastes in music and TV, and a similar sense of humour. We started chatting regularly in our coffee breaks, and as the months went on Danny even started light-heartedly flirting with me. A couple of times he joked about taking me out, but I just ignored it: a lad like him could never seriously fancy a hulk like me, I decided, and the very idea of us as a couple was too ludicrous to even contemplate. Of course, the girls in my team, always looking for a new topic of gossip, notice my developing friendship with Danny, and occasionally wound me up about him having the hots for me, but I just laughed it off and told them to grow up. That doesn't mean I didn't occasionally think about him at weekends, and even indulge in the odd 'what if' fantasy; but that just started to get me depressed again. As Christmas drew close, I started to contemplate another depressing break with my family: Mum asking if I'd got a boyfriend yet, Dad trying not to look aghast at the size of me, my younger brother, who I adore but is so maddening, cracking jokes about white hunters and hippos, the rows over gran's size-ist, homophobic, racist, you-name-it-ist rants...it's not a time of year I enjoy. In the office, Danny organised our annual Secret Santa draw -- you know, where members of the team pull each other's names out of a hat, then buy that person an anonymous gift. In our office the gifts tend towards the crudely humorous, candy knickers for the girls, knob polish and so on for the boys, that kind of thing. We opened the presents just before we went off for our team dinner, at the end of the Friday before Christmas. I was amazed to find mine was a lovely gold pendant, on a delicate chain, which had clearly cost more than the agreed £7.50 spending limit. It took everyone about three seconds to guess it was Danny who'd bought it (he admitted to me later that he'd fixed the draw so he would get my name.) Between admiring my gift, the girls were nudging me in the ribs, winking at me and hissing that Danny was planning to get me drunk at the meal and give me one. By the time we left the office I was blushing scarlet, and I couldn't look at the poor boy without a fresh wave of embarrassment. I just thought what a nice man he was, and made a mental note to get him a present over the weekend. The dinner lasted a couple of hours, and went well with everybody having a great time and bathing themselves in alcohol. Two of the girls went out of their way to make sure I was sitting facing Danny, and I did my best to ignore their continued grins and innuendos about his and my supposed fling. Afterwards we decided to carry on the festivities in a pub. I don't know if you've every tried to get into a central London pub on a Friday night near Christmas time but...well, you know those pictures you sometimes see of people being pushed with brooms onto the Tokyo subway until they can hardly breathe? This was worse. It took two of our lot five minutes just to fight their way to the bar to get our order in, there was nowhere to sit, and wherever you stood there were people jostling you as they made their way through the place. The juke box was playing, but was drowned out by the deafening roar of human voices. I like pubs, but my taste runs more to quiet inns with about three customers, where the loudest sound is the ticking of the clock on the wall. Basically, I was hating the experience. The whole point was for the team to sit and have a nice social chit-chat, but it was impossible to hear what anyone was saying unless they were screaming at you from two inches away. I had one drink then made my apologies and left, amid much kissing and hugging -- the following Monday was Christmas Eve, and most of the team wouldn't be in the office. After the maelstrom of the pub it was nice to get out into the cool and relative quiet of the evening. As I started to make my way towards Victoria Station, for my train home, I heard Danny calling my name. He caught me up, buttoning his coat against the winter chill. "God, wasn't it bloody awful in there! It's a bit early to knock off Jacks, d'you fancy going somewhere else for a drink? I promise we'll get a seat." I was reluctant, as I was sure Danny could find better company for the evening than me. But...what the hell, it was Christmas, and he had offered. I started to suggest we get the others out of the pub, but he shook his head. "They're all happy enough in there. The place we're going is a bit sophisticated for a drunken Christmas party." With that Danny took my arm and led me down a series of side streets, then down a flight of stairs into a basement. It was some sort of club, dimly lit, with cool jazz playing and, amazingly, only about half full. It was only ten minutes from our office, but I never even knew the place existed. To be honest, I felt slightly out of place there, a bit out of my depth. Danny, however, was on first name terms with the bar staff. With the lighting, the music, and its alcove tables, the place was, well, very intimate. They also served the best dry Martini I've ever tasted. We settled back and chatted quietly about what a good day it had been, how much everyone had enjoyed themselves and so on. I also thanked Danny again for the lovely gift he'd given me. After a couple of cocktails I began to feel distinctly tipsy. As I finished the second, Danny cupped his hand over mine, gave me a wink and asked "Well Jacqui, I've finally got you out on a date. Are you having a good time?" I felt myself blush again, and avoided his eyes. This wasn't a date, of course it wasn't, it was just a friend and colleague being nice to his supervisor. Busying myself with my handbag, I said I'd had a really nice evening, thanked him again, and explained I had to go for my train. Danny insisted on escorting me not only to the station, but to the door of my train. Just before I got on he took both my hands in his and said, "Thanks Jacqui, I've had a really nice evening too. I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have." Then he kissed me on the cheek, and watched until I pulled out of his view on the train. I dreamt about Danny that night, and woke up telling myself not to be a silly cow. I was determined to get him a nice Christmas gift though, and I braved the last-minute Christmas shoppers to find a lovely gold and blue tie with matching cufflinks, which I thought would go perfectly with a blue pinstripe suit Danny favoured. My normally crowded train into Victoria was deserted on Christmas Eve, and I arrived early with my rucksack for the trip to my parents, and placed my gift on Danny's desk. He didn't get in until nearly ten o'clock, and clearly liked my present. "Oh Jacqui, this is beautiful, thank you so much. It's just perfect." With only the two of us in we chatted amiably while getting on with our work. Mid-morning, Danny came over and perched his backside on my desk. "Jacks, I just wanted to tell you again how much I enjoyed last Friday. I'd really like to do it again -- I mean a real date next time." I stared at him. He obviously couldn't be serious, and I was irritated that he seemed to want to make fun of me. I replied, rather tersely, "Yeah, right, well there's always next Christmas." I dropped my head back to my work, but Danny didn't move. After a few moments, he spoke again. "Jacqui, don't you want to go out with me? I thought you liked me." Now I was angry, although I wasn't really sure why I felt so upset. "Danny, it's very nice of you, and I know it's a time of goodwill to all men and women and all that, but you really don't have to patronise me. If I want someone to take me out I'm quite capable of finding someone, so just stop pissing about and go and get on with your work." He looked perplexed, and a little hurt. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I just thought it'd be really nice for the two of us to spend some time together." I felt a red mist coming down. Throwing down my pen I leapt to my feet and snarled, "Oh for Christ's sake Danny, this has gone far enough! Do you really think I'm stupid enough to think someone like you could fancy someone like me? What is it, you're going to see if I agree, then amuse the girls with the story of how the silly fat bitch fell for it? Or are you just after a quick, cheap shag -- no, you couldn't be that desperate. I know you and the girls think I'm just the sad, lonely old spinster in the corner, but I'm quite happy with my life, thank you very much. I don't need you, or anyone else, to take pity on me, so just stop taking the piss out of me and go to hell." Danny looked stunned by my outburst. To be honest, I'm not sure which of us it had taken more by surprise. My whole body was shaking with anger and I could feel myself tearing up. Wanting to avoid any further humiliation in front of him I dashed to the loo, where I stood sobbing and wondering where the hell all that sudden anger had come from. When I returned to the room Danny was bent low over his desk. I was finishing for the year at lunchtime, and we spent an hour in chilly silence before, with a mumbled goodbye, I left, feeling more miserable than I had in ages. I had the horrible Christmas I'd expected, including a screaming row with my brother after he ribbed me about my weight once too often, which ended up with us both weeping, hugging each other and apologising over and over. But for the prospect of coming face-to-face with Danny again I would have been looking forward to getting back to work. My new year's resolution was to do whatever I had to in order to cut my weight by 50 per cent, even if it meant surgery or something equally drastic. I knew I'd over-reacted with Danny before the holiday. He probably hadn't been winding me up, I told myself, he'd probably just genuinely been trying to be nice, with it being Christmas, and I'd treated him like shit. I walked into the building determined to apologise to him and ask if we could just start over. Danny got in first though, asking me quietly if we could go somewhere for a private meeting. My manager wasn't in, so we borrowed his office. I started off with the little speech I'd prepared about recognising Danny's good intentions, and said I'd been a bit overwrought with the pressure of going to see my family. Danny said nothing for a good ten seconds, then stared me in the face, and said, "Jacqui, I know for some reason you don't believe it, but I really was serious that day, and I still am. There's a James Stewart season on at the National Film Theatre, and I'd love to take you to see a film, then out to dinner. I'm not after a 'cheap shag', I just want to spend time with...someone I really like." I felt myself sighing. "Danny, please, don't start that again. You're right, I don't believe you. It's very nice of you, but I really don't need your pity. Let's just forget these conversations and get on with our jobs, okay?" He looked at me stunned for a moment, then I jumped as he stood abruptly, knocking his chair to the floor. "Christ Jacqui, what is your fucking problem? I've never met anybody with such low self-esteem. Why do you find it so impossible to take seriously the idea that I could possibly be attracted to you? You're smart, funny, you've got a lovely personality, a sweet face and, well, not everyone's attracted to the Kate Moss/heroine chic type! Anyway, it doesn't matter to me what you look like, it's you the person I lo..I'm attracted to. If you don't like me or something, at least be honest with me and tell me, don't just hide behind whatever excuses it is you're making up for yourself. I thought I'd found a soul-mate in you. Oh fuck it, just forget it." As I sat open-mouthed he stormed out of the room. By the time I followed a minute later, having composed myself, both Danny and his coat had disappeared, and the girls were whispering in urgent tones. They stopped as I entered the room, and all avoided my eyes. Danny didn't return that day, and he didn't show up or call in sick the next day. After it happened again on the Friday, I looked up his home address in his file and went round there after work. I had no idea what I was going to say to him, but I had to sort out the position one way or another. Danny answered the door of his flat on my second ring of his bell. It looked as if he was getting ready to go out. He stared at me through red-rimmed eyes, and mumbled, "Oh, it's you. Look, my resignation letter's in the post, okay?" When I just stood and stared at him he shrugged and said, "What, d'ya wanna come in?" I followed him into a small, pleasant lounge, and perched on the edge of an ancient, slightly ratty, armchair. Swallowing, I chose my words carefully. "Danny, I'm really sorry if I've misinterpreted your actions towards me, and if I've hurt you. You're a valued member of my team, and I'd hate to think you were packing in the job because of me." He sat hunched forward, his head hanging, his hands clasped. After what seemed an eternity, he raised his head and looked at me. "Jacqui, I...look, I'm sorry, I just can't sit and work in the same office as you any longer." I was horrified, thinking he must despise me now. He read it in my face, and shook his head. "What I mean is...I've sat in that office for months, trying to pluck up the courage to ask you out, and when I finally do there's nothing I can do to make you take me seriously. Christ, I am so attracted to you, I just can't work with you as simply a friend any longer, so I need to make a clean break. Does that make sense?" "Sort of," I murmured vaguely. I felt in a state of shock. No man had ever shown the slightest real interest in me before, let alone given me what amounted to a declaration of infatuation! I tried to explain it to Danny. "Look, you're right, I have got low self-esteem, and I'm sorry I didn't take you seriously. But all my life, on the rare occasions a man's ever said anything nice to me, my first reaction has been to wonder if he was taking the piss or, if not, what he was after. I mean, look at me, nobody could call me conventionally attractive. I'm not used to getting compliments from any man, let alone a young, beautiful one." Danny glanced up again at that, and grinned. "Do you really think I'm beautiful?" Feeling myself reddening like a beetroot, I nodded nervously. He slipped from his chair, squatted in front of me, and took my pudgy hand in his. "Well I think you are too -- inside and outside. Really. I've fancied you from the day I met you Jacqui -- like I said, not everyone goes for skinny women. It was only as I got to know you that I found out what a lovely person you are as well." I could feel tears forming in my eyes. I swallowed hard to try and make my voice sound calm. "Danny, no-one's ever said anything remotely like that to me before. Look, if that invitation to the Jimmy Stewart film and dinner's still on -- I'd be deeply flattered to go with you." That was when I burst into tears. Danny leapt up and hugged me to him, as I sobbed, "Oh God, I'm such a silly tart sometimes." He chuckled, and kissed my cheek, licking away a tear. "You're a sweet, lovely lady. I'd be proud if you'd go to the NFT with me." If he'd tried to get me into bed then, it would have been a cinch. But he didn't. When I'd calmed down we moved to the sofa, and hugged and kissed each other gently on the lips a few times as we made the arrangements to go to see The Philadelphia Story on the Sunday afternoon. Then he escorted me down to the street and saw me into a taxi to Victoria Station. All the way home I still marvelled in semi-disbelief that anyone as attractive as Danny could have the slightest interest in a fat lump like me. I couldn't relax all day Saturday. I went to a shop I knew which sold outsize fashions for women and managed to find a yellow dress patterned with cornflowers that I could get into. I barely slept that night, I was so nervous, and I spent most of Sunday morning experimenting with make-up that I'd bought especially. I don't have a full-length mirror in my home, but as I walked towards Clapham Junction station I checked myself out in a mirrored shop window. The make-up looked okay, in an amateurish sort of way, but all I saw was a fat girl dolled up like a custard tart in my yellow dress. By the time I reached Victoria I was really regretting the dress, and thinking I was making a fool of myself. I was glad I'd made the effort when I saw Danny though. His whole face lit up, and after he'd kissed me on the cheek and said, "Wow, you look great! You should wear bright colours more often, they really suit you." I told myself it was just empty flattery, but it still made me feel better. An Unexpected Romance For Dave Pt. 01 "Dave, David wake up Dave" as I began hearing whispers. "What the heck are you doing man? Shit, I heard her say, you are gonna get in heap of trouble" as I began turning my heard around looking at Jessica. "Huh, what oh shit" I replied, "did I fall" but she put her hand over my mouth before I finished my sentence. Jessica always seemed to sense when something was not right about me and two others in our office. We all liked her. She was our mother hen and a so-alled 'caretaker'. We loved her because she looked out for our best interests. "Dave, she whispered with a motherly look, you and I gotta talk" as if it was her god given right to know everything about me that was going on. Truth be known my great aunt, was ill and I felt an obligation for some reason to take care of her. She is family and family needs to be taken care of as much as friends do. What happened has been happening all too frequently. I've had to stay up almost all night long. The illness my 79 year old great aunt had kept her awake and she wasn't able to sleep very well. Trying various things I finally broke down and took her to a specialist her physician suggested several months back. Regardless from that point forward, everything was taxing me. It showed because I had been losing sleep trying to take care of her. I'd fall asleep a few times in my office, down the hall from everyone such as Jessica. I took 15 minute naps 2, 3 and sometimes 4 times a day. It wasn't intentional and somehow Jessica caught on and checked in on me frequently. She cared and eventually I learned to appreciate her caring efforts she showed me. I wasn't the only person she attended to like that, but she cared for each of us for different reasons. "I'm going on my walk" the 23 year old girl told me "and you are getting your fat butt out of that comfy chair and walking with me so we can actually talk. You hear me David?" I think I'm a decent looking guy, not a hunk by any stretch of the imagination, but I have possibilities if I can be egotistical for a moment. I have nice enough traits for a given group of people in which that group is abundant enough. I suppose that group includes someone like Jessica, but at the time no one would have known. What I am getting at is why would Jessica care to walk with me? Seeing as she's 23 and could have the pick of the lot, although she's isn't a glamour model, Jessica is a fine looking plus size woman. She exercised and dressed well in addition to keeping a positive attitude. In my opinion she took care of herself in how she always ate right. She treated others equally as well. So I met her on our morning break at 10:30 around the corner of the building. It was just she and I. I asked her what was wrong. Her response was, "What is wrong with you? You're the only one who is sleeping on the job. Geez David, and she called me that when she cared gravely for me, if you get caught your butt is going to get chewed out." "So why do you care Jessica" I asked her. "What is it to you, and don't misunderstand my question, but why does someone who knows nothing about me, has nothing to do with me after work, nor interacts with me except in passing, care about me like you do? Ummm, I am not sure it makes sense to you Jessica?" "David, David, David, she exclaimed, don't you know me at all by now? David, David, ohhh David, you have to know me a little by now, don't you think David?" I stopped a good 200 yards away from the building which was set in a nice wooded area in a suburban town. I stopped dead in my tracks. "I must be naïve as all get out" I thought, "Nobody addresses me like that unless there is some affection." At least that's what I thought. I just turned 31. I sure didn't feel or even behave like I was in my 30's but what's a person supposed to behave like anyways that's in their thirties? The point is if she does have some affection for me, was I missing something there? "I just care about people David. I care about a select few, such as you. That's all, just you, Connie, and Lori and Jeff. That's it. I really don't care about him, because he says or does stuff I don't always like. You, well you on the other hand treat me so nicely, it's cool Dave. You are cool." All of a sudden I got a feeling running through me. It was one of those feelings which courses through you when there's a flickering fondness between a guy and a girl. I thought "Not Jessica, no way not Jessica, and me?" I thought impossible at that moment and that's when the idea popped up, "Is she really attracted to me; am I as blind and ignorant as they come?" I have many guy friends, but we all know guys; they aren't trustworthy with their insights about women, regardless of their age so I wasn't going there. I wasn't going to ask another guy, except one person maybe. My dad might offer me some insight. He was married a second time after my mom and he divorced. They remained friends and lived in the same Florida community so I see both when I get down there. However, both always give me great advice so I called both. They seem to think alike and I got the same advice from both. "I know you care Jessica. I like it that you care so much. You are like a mother hen to me. I really like that maternal aspect of you. I hope that isn't degrading Jessica by me saying 'maternal aspect', because in no way are you close to being 'maternal like' in my book." She smiled warmly at me and thanked me. The look I got from her facial expression sent feelings, again, coursing through me. I did not know for sure what to make those feelings. That's when I decided to call my dad and then my mom. "David, so why are you falling asleep, if you don't mind telling me." We had begun walking again and it felt as if we knew each other very well. I felt like I could tell the girl anything and I mean everything. "It's a long, long story Jessica." "We've got 10 more minutes according to my watch said Jessica. "I don't mean to be rude, but why do you wanna know? What's so interesting about me or my life that makes you want to know" I asked her as we continued walking. "Umm, I don't know, she replied, I guess I think you are a pretty decent guy and like I said before, you and Connie and Lori are the only one's I really think are nice. The other's, well they are okay and maybe Jeff, maybe I should include him, but the rest are superficial. They put on a front and aren't true to themselves like you three or four are." "That's funny, not ha-ha funny, but odd I guess because I feel the same exact way about the other two and you also for that matter. Yeah Jeff is cool but sometimes he falls into the other category and often I don't want to trust him." "No kidding, she asked, you really think that about them?" She stopped and smiled because it made her feel a lot better that she wasn't the only one who thought the same way. Before we knew it, her break was over. My schedule didn't matter. I could for as long as I needed. I was more then refreshed so we headed back to the office. I made small talk as we walked back towards work. "Dave, she said as if asking a question, but hesitated, am I overstepping my boundaries if I asked you out for a cup of coffee or something?" Her question stunned me. I liked her but at that point I didn't think she liked me. Just as we were about to enter the doorway I looked at her and said, "Can I look at what I've got on the fire? I'm not sure I can do it tonight." I was free because I called in a duty nurse to watch over my great-aunt so I could get a break and get a good night's sleep. "Maybe another night if your interested" she replied in a negative tone. I never heard her sound that way before. An hour and half passed. I knew her break was coming up and since I was an assistant manager of another department unrelated to hers, I finagled it so I could call on her services and make it look as if I could use her help. Jessica was extraordinary, especially because she could file paperwork so meticulously, and besides that she could locate it more efficiently then most people. Problem was it made no sense if anyone thought through it why she would be called to another department to do clerical work when she wasn't hired there. I devised an idea so that no one, including Connie or Lori could have known why she was pulled away. The purpose was so that she and I could walk for a half hour instead of 15 minutes which was her normal break time. Walking into my room she asked what our department needed. I told her to follow me in a professional manner. She walked next to me and chatted away about non-essential issues and I listened and smiled. I thought, "Wow I do like her more then I realized." In our filing room on the other side, which was locked up, it was 5 minutes before her break. She was aware it and didn't care. Anything to assist the company and maybe get an edge up on her 'competition', not that she really was competing against anyone, she was glad to help out with. "Why not have a regular clerical person do this, can't they do it themselves?" "Oh sure they can I said, but today they are all busy with other tasks" and then I shut the security door behind us. She became suspicious. "What's going on David" she asked suspiciously. Why did you do that? Umm, I'm not comfortable in here with you and the door locked like that. What are you up to" she asked wearily. "Let's go for another walk. I loved talking with you this morning, I really did Jessica. I didn't mean to make this look like what I'm thinking you see it as. I just wanted to take a walk with you, that's it so will you go on another walk?" "Sure but why all the antics Dave why not call my extension and ask me to take a walk?" "This way I've got you all to myself for the day and everyone thinks I have you working on a special project and aren't any wiser." "She giggled and remarked, "Aren't you the tricky little devil." "Yes I am, but I'm going out on a limb Jessica for a couple of reasons, one professional, and one personal." I confused her. We walked out the filing room, around to the back, and we exited through the security exit. As she and I walked, I told her a few things she deserved to hear. "Jessica, first I owe you big time for saving my ass. I know I am a nice guy and I try to be, but with all the crap that's been going on with me personally, I am worn out. The contracts I've negotiated haven't been accepted which is unusual since mine almost always are agreeable. So having you as my protector, I'm grateful as heck. Thanks Jessica, I've been meaning to say that and I'm happy I finally told you." "Now the reason I've", but she interrupted me and told me I was welcome and at that same point her hand touched my hand. I didn't know how to respond but I didn't hold her hand; I delicately pulled it away because I felt as if it hit my hand by accident but I wasn't too sure either. "The reason I have been falling asleep has to do with my great aunt. Her name is Aunt Felicia. She is my grandpa's sister. My parents live in Florida. My aunt could be in a nursing home but has no desire to be in one. I went on to explain my dilemma or situation. It wasn't a predicament I could get out of; it was a choice I made to actively take care of someone in my family. She fell in love with me. Not 'in love' as in true love but she fell in love with my values. She was a lot like that herself and as soon as I finished explaining why I fell asleep in my office, she was in love. I think she always liked me for me. We never dared explored any relationship. I still didn't dare to go there with her. "Oh Gosh Dave, I think that's the kindest, sweetest thing a guy could do for someone. I mean to say I think it is the sweetest thing anyone is able to do for someone like your aunt. It is incredible. I have a lot of respect for you Dave. I always feel like doing that for someone. I wish, well I guess I wish there was something I could do to help you." "Jessica, I said, there are two things I'd love you to do. First, can you make sure I'm awake in the office like you do? I love how you wake me up. It's well it is like an angel coming down from heaven and making sure everything is alright." She roared out laughing after I said that. Then I laughed with her because that did sound pretty stupid. "I've got to get back to the office she said, my break's over." I stopped her by gently grabbing her arm. That was the very first time I really took notice of her physical stature. I had never really looked at her physically or looked at her cute physical features. When I did grab her arm to tell her she's on my time and a couple other things, I gave myself a chance to look at Jessica as more then a co-worker in my office. It wasn't as if I didn't look at the women, but my mind was always on my projects. Oh yes, I would look at Jessica, Connie, Karen, Beth, Becky, Kathy, and Cathy and a few others and if I had the time, I'd check out what they were wearing and how it added to their appearance. Knowing she didn't have a rigid schedule that afternoon loosened the atmosphere. Secondly I wanted to ask her out to dinner and I floored her when I did. "Really, dinner with me" she exclaimed. "You really want to take me, emphasizing the 'me' portion, out to dinner? That isn't necessary. Plus you have your auntie to think about and if she's your number one priority, then don't let me get in your way." "Jessica when you asked me out for coffee earlier, I was stunned you actually liked me. Heck yes I wanna have coffee. Heck I want more then coffee, but I don't want to be presumptuous either." "I wasn't sure if you liked me or not and I guess I like you pretty well myself and I guess I figured what the heck, it be a lot of fun so why not? See if she says yes." "Of course David, I would absolutely love to go to dinner with you this weekend I'm assuming, right?" "Nooo Jessica, I mean tonight actually. I am free tonight for dinner. I really, really would love to go out to dinner with you. Can I pick you up or is that to forward, or should we meet somewhere instead? Maybe that's better, as in is that more appropriate?" "Yeah either way is cool Dave. Oh wow, this is so cool. I have thought about going to dinner with you. No kidding I really have and asking me out, well that's so neat. What time and where?" Jessica and I decided she would meet me at a small diner in a suburb that cooked the best seafood around. We met about 6:45 that night and both of us dressed casually and conservatively. This way no false impressions other then a friendly dinner were emitted. Each of us had a couple of beers while we laughed about office conversations and soon enough we talked about her life and its tragedies. She had problems too. Her twin brother who developed a fatal disease, Jessica never brought it to work with her. She hung out with Connie and Lori frequently but never at the same time. She went clubbing but Connie was too loose and Jessica didn't like that about Connie although Connie was always pretty honest and would stop to help a friend first before hitting on a man. Connie never knew about her twin. I had no clue about everybody at the office and what was revealed about our office was funny and interesting. We laughed and talked and talked and laughed. Dinner lasted longer then we expected. I was anxious to get home but Jessica easily could have spent hours walking, talking and getting to know me better. We hugged outside before we drove off but that same feeling that routed through me earlier in the day came back when we hugged. I knew instantly I liked her and at variety of traits about her which came with liking her too Walking away, her figure seemed full but shapely but she appeared more in shape then me. I'm not overweight, but I don't work out to firm up some much needed areas either. It doesn't matter because I was happy and I like myself and so do others. I'm entertaining enough and keep to myself and besides with my work, I don't have lots of time for screwing off. As far as her figure was concerned, it offered many rewards. Her ass was nice and shapely. There were delightful curves to her figure and from a romantic aspect it was adorable enough that I would tell her how cute, attractive, and pretty she is. Her hair is so thick that it must take a while to dry and shape. It ran just below her shoulders and most times it was straight. It always had sheen and bounce to it. At 5'4", I approximated at first, I'd see her wear a couple mini skirts and think to myself "Wow, hott thighs and great legs". Yeah, I remember saying that to myself. She wasn't too well endowed, but maybe it was because she didn't flaunt her upper body as did many girls who wore low cut tops and push up bras. All that isn't important and I suppose if it was meant to be it would happen. I got home and after sitting down I thought about her more and more and the things I liked about her. She is sweeter then honey. Nicer then a butterfly. She cares so much for people and she is warm and friendly. To top it off I thought about her looks. All-in-all, I liked her so much more then I realized. When I saw her the next morning I knew something was goofy. I'm sure she felt something strange too. I wanted to hug her good morning because when I passed her up there was this hesitation to stop and when we did almost stop that urge to hug her was the primary thing running through my mind. Thankfully we didn't. I am almost sure she felt the same way. That look on her face said it all. For the first time, I could read her. I gave a hidden wave and smiled and then just as we crossed paths I saw her smile and wink at me. "Like way cool dude, cool beans man!" She made my day. I think I made her day too because she smiled and she winked at the last minute. Funny thing was she bounced and danced all day long as she did her work. When I passed her by at one point I told her, "Someone had a nice evening, didn't they?" She winked at me and smiled. "Yes they did and that person is a lucky woman. She is one happy woman, hehehe." The whole office stood up and like a bunch of busy bodies had to know what Jessica did the night before. Uh uhhh uhhhhh, she, and I thought to ourselves, no one was going to kiss and tell. Nothing happened except a nice friendly dinner between two people who like each other, nothing more, and nothing less. I didn't fall asleep once that day. She came in to check on me and I thanked her a lot. We joked frequently but inconspicuously all that week when she'd slip by my doorway. Finally she stopped in and closed the door to my office. She had one hell of a look on her face. I never saw her look the way she looked that day. She broke down in tears before saying anything. She bawled before composing herself. Whimpering she told me, her twin brother took a turn for the worse. He had less then a month to live. Things were nuts, so I did 2 things. First I requested a transfer over to my department. I told her I was doing it. Secondly, I told her that once the paperwork went through, to take an extended leave of absence. She told me she couldn't afford to do that. I said then I have one alternative for her. She told me if she took the leave of absence she would lose her apartment. She loved her apartment and didn't want to give that up so upon hearing that I told her I had a superb idea, maybe. "Listen, I have a few options which I have control over so see what you think. By coming over here you'd get a $2.00/hour raise I said. Once everything passes with what's going on with your brother, then you are free to come back here and work. Do it at your convenience. The job's here when you're ready to come back." That's when she told me she could not afford to do that. I knew exactly how much she made which was reasonable. An Unexpected Romance For Dave Pt. 01 "What's the very, very minimum you think you could live on" I asked her. When she told me, I began calculating out what I believed she could get if she filed for unemployment. "Are you crazy' she asked me in a surprised tone. "You hafta be nuts David! I can't do that. That's like lying to the government. I can't lie to them like that!" "Sure you can because they won't know that you've transferred departments. All they know is that we had to lay you off for an indefinite period of time. We don't have the work for you right now, and in reality if we don't, you can transfer back to your old department. However, and I called her honey by accident, honey you won't have the same wage as you'd have here. It would be your old wage." I didn't know if she noticed me calling her honey. It was a slip of the tongue for sure. I caught myself calling her that but it may have gone over her head. "So Jessica, what do you think? Could you regardless of your feelings and ethics, live with that proposal financially speaking?" I knew it sounded preposterous, but I did it for her. "Sure I could" she replied. "I just wouldn't buy as much stuff that I normally would buy. I wouldn't go out to the clubs, lunch, and I wouldn't buy wine or ask you out for, well never mind that. I wouldn't go on a date with you if I worked underneath you." I was surprised when she answered me that way. I thought, "Like why wouldn't we or why couldn't we go on a date" and I asked her but I suppose I knew politics and stuff would get in the way. "When is my transfer over here effective?" "I'll have it by tomorrow" and she wondered how it would look if she was laid off the following day. What didn't make sense was there was in reality a lay off looming anyways and 1% of each department was going to be laid off soon enough. Here in my department, it meant Jessica and two others. She wouldn't be laid off in her own department because Lori was low man on the totem pole there. I figured we would avoid that subject and it would give her time to be with her sick brother. I would call her and see how things were going and that determined what her employment status was with the company. Instead of taking the leave of absence, she got laid off and received unemployment benefits that hopefully would allow her to keep the apartment she loved on the South Side. By the following Monday, she was unemployed. Neither of us talked to one another over the weekend except for messages we left on the others cell phones. My whole weekend was spent caring for my great aunt. I took her many places but by late Sunday night she asked me a strange question. "Who is this girl you like Davey? Is she a nice girl honey? Am I going to get a chance to meet her Davey?" My great aunt was the only one besides my mom who ever called me Davey. I thought it was funny and treasured her calling me that. "Aunt Felicia, how did you know? I've never talked to her or about her around here, so how did you know about her auntie?" In a hearty laugh she scolded me for being a moron. She didn't say it using that term but that was the gist of her comment. "Davey, Davey, ohhh Davey dear how old am I? How old am I dear? I was married how many years? 52 years is how long I was married, right?" I said yes because I knew everything about my Aunt Felicia. "Davey, what is your girlfriend's name, when am I going to meet this girl, and tell me something about her. Is she real pretty Davey?" "Wow, you still impress me auntie; you just know crap don't ya. You just have a great knack. I suppose I kept everything secret because we aren't dating officially, but I think we really, really like each other and well it is complicated." "Honey, said his great aunt, what's complicated when you like someone?" I began telling my great aunt all about her and how everything began. I went all the way back to the beginning. When she'd stop by my office and woke me up all the way to how I transferred Jessica into my department and promptly laid her off so she could be with her ailing twin brother who was close to dying. My Aunt Felicia was astounded by my sweet, well intentioned act of so-called 'love' for her. She asked to meet her before it was too late and told me she had something special to tell me too. She wanted to gone into a long term assisted living center. That way I could have my life back; I could have some privacy, and she wouldn't be as much of a bother to me. I thought "That's nonsense Aunt Felicia." Since Jessica was laid off, I called her the next night. Monday evening while we took a walk we talked for an hour and I invited her in for dinner. I told her how my great aunt knew I had a new friend and she wanted to meet my 'new friend'. We laughed at her connotation but Jessica accepted the invitation. She said she was impressed by my ranch style home. In my small subdivision most people there kept to themselves but always helped each other out during fall because the leaves were overwhelming. Having tea at my house with Aunt Felicia was a fun time for her. My aunt was so congenial, wise, helpful, and offered her home, since she held title on it if Jessica ever needed a place to stay. To her that offered an interesting set of opportunities, but Jessica was not like that and never would take advantage of such an offer for any reason I thought. It was an intriguing idea but she wouldn't do it in my opinion. On the other hand, I absolutely loved her offer to Jessica. My thoughts ran rampant but knowing Jessica a lot better now, I knew she never would accept under any circumstances. It was a great evening, Aunt Felicia retired by 10:00 that night and Jessica and I talked for another hour. Walking her out to her car, I asked her how she was really doing. I did actually care about her and her family even though I hadn't met them. She told me she was doing okay and just before she stepped into her car, I grabbed a hold of her, told her goodnight, and I gave her a long hug. I didn't kiss her but we embraced in a long hug. I didn't want to let go of her because I could feel her emotions pouring out to me. Facing the opposite direction I had a brilliant loving smile projected on my face. She felt renewed as the tight hug came to an end. "David, I had a great time and I am so happy you invited me in for dinner. I hope we might get together like this again. Your aunt is so sweet. Tell her thank you very much and please call me very soon, okay, please David? I want to see you again, alright?" At that precise moment I wanted to hug her again and kiss her after what she said but I said I'd call her in the morning. "What time should I call?" She told me 8:00am was perfect. She pulled away waving goodbye and yelling something. I realized I was crazy about Jessica. She turned on her radio in the car and began singing love song after love song. I wanted to talk to her. Pulling out my cell as I stood on the porch I began to dial her number. Then it rang just as I was calling her up. "Hi how are you", I asked thinking it was Jessica calling me. "I'm good how are you" asked an unfamiliar voice. I said fine but began to ask if it was Jessica but I didn't get that far and thankfully enough I didn't. "This is Connie, what are you doing?" "Just hanging out what are you doing" I asked curiously. "Ohh I'm driving around and was headed home and thought I'd swing by since I'm near where you live?" "Umm, at this time of the night" I asked her, "why would you want to stop here?" "I uhhhh thought you might not be busy and well, we uhhh could talk? I don't know, is that cool?" "Well I was gonna sit down and relax but I suppose it's cool. You know where my house is at?" I thought it was strange Connie knew exactly where it was. Connie was 26 and always on the hunt for a guy to hook up with. She was always well-intentioned but she has had her batch of failed relationships. She figured I wasn't such a bad guy, not a bad looking dude either and figured I'm funny, warm, and likeable to from what she knew of me. I knew Connie's history but she was a warm person. I figured what would it hurt to sit and talk? That's all, sit, and talk with her. She was there in 3 minutes. She pulled up and smiled at me as she got out of her car. She was on the hunt. She wore an outfit that bled 'sex me up it you will because I am ready and I am willing' appearance. That's how I read into it. Her hair was all done up, unlike at work; it was long, wavy, soft, and luxurious. She wore a soft ribbed top than ran too low for comfort and a skirt short enough that if she took one step too high, you could possibly see into the heart of her dripping monster. Yes she was dressed as if she dripping with desire. My eyes widened and that made Connie happy. My mouth opened up and she was delighted. When I only stared at her outfit, she had a look saying she was in heaven. She wasn't successful at whatever nightclub she went to out my way, so she decided "Why not David? He's a nice guy and I'm desperate, and even though he's not built like I like my men, I'm sure he could execute it all for my 'Promiseland'. Okay so I embellished it somewhat, but my point was made. "Hi Dave, I'm not disturbing you, am I? Isn't it a nice evening? I thought it was such a nice night that I'd take a drive and see where it leads me. All of a sudden I thought, 'wow I'm in Dave's neighborhood and maybe he's home', so I decided call him and see." "Wow, you're dressed like for a night time drive Connie, like that", I asked, "wow umm I mean you look like you are out on a hott date with someone. I'm not heading anywhere if that's what you wondered. Plus we both have work tomorrow or at least I do. Wow that is one hell of an outfit you're wearing girl." "Welllll thaaaaaankyouuuu Dave, at least someone appreciates my new outfit." I checked out every last detail as she smiled at my appreciation for how she looked in the outfit. The skirt rose well enough above her knees that I knew she was healthy. "You look nice too. Is that a new shirt? Those jeans look fantastic on you. Yes they do." "Thanks Connie, sit down. It's nice enough out tonight we can sit here on the porch but I'm keeping the lights off because of those mosquitoes. Besides, my aunt is inside sleeping." "Who, your aunt, I didn't know you lived with anyone. So how long has she been a housemate, so to speak?" We sat and made small talk but Connie was itchy for some action sometime that evening. Before the night was over she wouldn't mind someone to spend an evening with. "Care to take a short walk Dave?" "Sure, yeah why not; walking with someone as nice looking as you is surely gonna boost my ratings if I get noticed at all." She loved my sense of humor and we took off down the street talking away but before I knew it her hand was on mines and she stopped and said, "Dave I'm a nice person who cares about people a lot, aren't I?" I said yes. "Don't you think I'm attractive and don't you think others think that about me?" I answered her yes that she was. "Why are you really here Connie? I know you well. I like you like the others like you but I know you well enough and I'm not the type of guy you normally want when you are, well, in need of things. So why did you come here tonight? I'm not going to" but she cut me off and kissed me right on the lips! Wow she didn't just kiss me she vacuumed me up as if she was a commercial shop vac! That moment was a pleasure ride. She attached herself to my lips for who knows how long. Oh wow did she arouse the ever-living erotic desire from me. She had to know something was going on, although our bodies weren't that close at that moment because all of a sudden she pushed one hand against my-know-what and started searching and squeezing for you-know-who. I backed off only a second. I stopped thinking about Jessica and I probably shouldn't have. I hear "Mmmmmm, mmmm and nnnnn, nnnnn" and it wasn't necessarily Connie making those sounds. I loved her sensuous nature and kissing. I enjoyed the living heck out of it. I was mesmerized by her aggressive approach. With her hand still on you-know-what, she stopped, smiled and said "Now isn't this a much better evening? I think you and I are a perfect fit" and then her hand suddenly found exactly what it was set out to find. Her hand turned, twisted, and clamped so casually that she had me succumbing to her vixen like ways. "Damnit Connie, why, why are you, oh damn that's nice. Oh damnit Connie why are you doing that to me? Do you really want to seduce me, oh hell that's so, oh wow" as I tried to focus and be rational while she hit on and seduced me. "Yes Dave, yes you are what I expected. I'd love to please you the right way David. Isn't there somehow I could do that for you tonight sweetheart? Isn't there honey?" She was horny for a guy and something snapped in me and thankfully I came to my senses. "Connie, if I didn't think I was getting involved with another woman, I would accept your offer and 110% girl. I would, I would, oh damn I would!" I held her hand where it initially settled down below and I felt her hand clutching my aroused you know what. I wanted her so badly I could taste it. I almost gave in because I began to undo my buckle and unzip it right there in the parking lot area where we ended up but I couldn't do it. I wanted to make love to the sexy woman who never ever dressed like that in our office. Plus she was a co-worker and that wasn't going to work out. I kissed her and hugged her too long and unnecessarily too tight but said, "In another time and another place, I'd love for this to happen with you, but I just can't and I'm sorry." She pulled her hand off me and she backed off disappointed, but I was proud of myself; I didn't breakdown although she tempted me and my nerves of so-called steel showed it. She and I walked back to my house, not hand in hand, and not as happy as we could have been, but I knew who I wanted and unfortunately that evening it wasn't Connie. Too late to call and talk, I left a message after Connie left. "Hi Jessica, I'm so happy you came tonight. I'm really...well I'm very, very happy. Aunt Felicia was thrilled too and I'm sure of that. I can't wait to talk to you in the morning. Call me anytime on my cell, okay, anytime alright? Oh by the way, I miss you" and then I hung up. She knew what time I'd be up and at 7:10am and before Aunt Felicia was up she called. Now that was a nice wake up call. Talking away, time slipped by and before we knew it the clock read 8:00am. "Oh geez, I gotta run Jessica I'm late as it is." She practically pleaded with me to call her as soon as possible, so when we hung up, just like kids, I called her right back while I drove to work. We laughed and laughed. It was the greatest car ride a guy could have. Right then I wanted her to be with me. I did two things right away. I asked her to go dancing with me, somewhere nice, but romantic too. Also, I called work and apologized for being late. Nobody else was in yet. I took vacation time and decided to spend time getting to know Jessica much, much better and her family too. Part two to come... An Unexpected Romance I don't normally go to the pictures, because I have trouble squeezing my bum into the seats, but the ones at the National Film Theatre were surprisingly comfortable, and I quickly relaxed into one of my favourite movies. At some point -- I didn't really notice when -- we started holding hands, and we stayed that way all the way to the modern European restaurant overlooking the Thames that Danny had chosen. I was starving -- I'd only had two slices of toast all day -- and the food was lovely, but I didn't want to show myself up and I ate modestly, promising myself a nice cheese toastie when I got home. At one point I caught a glimpse of us in a mirror on The Embankment, and I couldn't help thinking we looked an odd couple -- the short, slightly-built, good-looking guy in the stylish clothes, and the hulking great woman on his arm, towering over him and dressed like a cornfield. Danny took me back to Victoria, and I was surprised when he insisted on seeing me back to my home on the train. Then my stomach started to churn with nerves as I realised what that was likely to lead to. When we got to my place I asked him in for coffee, naturally. To my mild astonishment, he shook his head. I think a look of disappointment must have flashed across my face, because he smiled and put his arms around me. "Jacqui, I very much want to make love to you. I really do. But I understand you feel vulnerable, and first I want you to trust me -- to know that we can go out and have a good time together without you having to put out." I felt a strange mixture of relief and let-down. I hugged him to me and we kissed each other's lips for a few minutes. Then we parted and I went in for my toastie and a cup of hot chocolate. That night I dreamt that I was Katherine Hepburn and Danny was James Stewart, but then the dream turned quite erotic and we started doing things Kate and Jimmy would never have got away with on-screen! On Monday I had a spring in my step, and I couldn't wait to see Danny in the office. We pretended nonchalance towards each other, but we kept exchanging secret little smiles across the room all day. At one point Jemma, the most perceptive of the girls in the team, cornered me in the loo and murmured, "Have you two finally got it together then?" I stared straight ahead of me and told her I didn't know what she meant, but I could feel my face burning. Jemma chuckled. "Yeah, right. I'm glad, you deserve a nice bloke Jacks, and Danny's lovely. It's been obvious for months that he fancied you." After that I half-expected it to be all round the office, but if Jemma did share her suspicions with anyone else I didn't hear about it. Danny and I didn't see each other socially that week, except for going for a quiet drink, well away from the office, on the Thursday evening. The NFT was screening Evita on the Sunday; it's a sumptuous film, and I'd always wanted to see it on the big screen, so we agreed that Danny would get tickets. I could barely look at him without grinning all day Friday, and that night I decided I was going to make a special effort to glam myself up for him, as far as you can when you look like me. My next door neighbour Sylvia is a skinny blonde in her 30s who is into health clubs and beauty salons and so on, so I went round with a bottle of nice wine and sought her advice. She looked me up and down, then said, "Well Jacks love, it's about time you made the most of what you've got. If you're serious, hang on here while I make a 'phone call." She was back within five minutes. "Okay, I've got a friend, Miranda, who does a home pampering service, top-to-toe beauty. She doesn't normally work on a Sunday, but she'll be round here at half past nine to work on you. And you and me are going shopping tomorrow." Sylvia's like a whirlwind when she gets an idea in her head, and I was caught up in it. She whisked me around the shops on Saturday, spending my money for me. I bought my first ever pair of stiletto heels, despite the fact that they'd make me look like Big Ben standing next to Danny. Sylvia spotted a lovely deep red velvet dress with a plunging neckline, and fortunately the store had just one in my size. Then my pal insisted that, with that dress and my boobs, a push-up bra was a necessity. The one thing I nearly baulked at was a tiny silky thong that she urged me to get. Looking at it sceptically, I told her a thing that small would disappear inside me. Sylvia's reaction was, "And your problem with that is?" By the time I got to bed that night I was absolutely knackered, but already feeling excited about Sunday. Sylvia rang my bell at the crack of dawn to get me ready for the arrival of her pampering friend. The film didn't start until 6.00 p.m., so the beautician would have hours to work on me. I was expecting a bubbly blonde hairdresser type, but I couldn't have been more wrong -- Miranda was a slim, elegant, 40-something black New Yorker, dressed in a white coat. When she arrived she stared at me, one hand on her hip, and said, "Girlfriend, have we got some work to do. Oh don't look so worried baby, you've got a good basis to work with, and by the time you leave here you're gonna look like a million dollars." Sylvia made herself scarce, and Miranda started me off with a relaxing bath in Jasmine oil. I was slightly surprised when she entered the bathroom and bathed my back and shoulders, but the feel of her warm, smooth hand passing across my skin certainly added to the relaxation. After that she waxed my legs and my upper lip, plucked my eyebrows, applied a face pack, gave me a manicure and pedicure, then applied magenta nail polish to my fingers and toes. We stopped for a light lunch, then Miranda said, "Okay honey, stand up and let me get a look at how we're doing." I was dressed in only bra, pants and a towelling robe. Miranda ran her eyes up and down me, and they paused on the jungle of pubic hair peeping out above and below my knickers. She tutted and said, "We're gonna have to tackle that. Get those undies off and we'll go to the bedroom." Without thinking about the logic of it, I removed not only my pants but my bra as well, and padded through to my bedroom. Nobody else had seen me naked in years (not even my Arab one-nighter), but I barely even thought about it. Miranda appeared a few moments later with a bowl of warm soapy water, a razor and a pair of scissors. In business-like fashion she knelt between my legs on my double bed (bought years ago in a rare moment of wild optimism), and started applying the lather to my lower belly. As she worked, she said, "I'm not planning to take it all off, I don't like that look. I'm gonna give your man a nice, soft, neat carpet to rest his head on, sugar." As she scraped and snipped at my nether regions, I realised with embarrassment that my pussy was starting to get damp. The thing was, nobody else had touched me down there for years. Miranda wasn't doing anything sexual, but just the feel of her soft fingers on my thighs and tummy, and her warm breath on my pubis as she leaned close to concentrate, were having quite an effect on me. I couldn't help it, obviously, but I was sure it wouldn't be long before she noticed. I was right. Unable to help myself, I moaned as a finger stroked the length of my labia. Then Miranda murmured, "Oh honey, I think you need a bit of my special relaxation therapy." Before I could respond I felt one finger, then a second, ease between my pussy lips and begin dancing around inside me. My moan turned into a wild groan as my stomach started doing back-flips and a bolt of electricity shot right through my body. It was the most incredible feeling I'd ever known. Miranda dipped her head forward, and her tongue caressed my belly then started snaking its way up my body. I felt her mouth attach itself to one of my boobs, her teeth gently latching onto a nipple while her tongue flicked it. Her spare hand started doing similar things to my other tit. I couldn't believe it -- for only the third time in my life, someone was having sex with me, and it wasn't the person I'd expected it to be! I felt an increased pressure on my pussy, and managed to gasp, "Is that your whole hand in me?" Without releasing my nip Miranda mumbled "Mmm-hmm". After that neither of us said anything intelligible for a while, although I did quite a bit of moaning and sighing. I'd never had the slightest interest in another woman, sexually I mean, but what Miranda was doing to me was so wonderful I just lay back loving it. Between fisting me with her slim hand, she occasionally slipped her thumb out and onto my clit, pressing it rhythmically. Not only did I have my first orgasm, I think I had multiples, as once I started I just kept on cumming and cumming for what seemed like forever, bucking and writhing under Miranda's body. Finally I subsided, and Miranda softly massaged my tummy as I slowly came back down to planet Earth. When I had fully recovered, she simply carried on with my beauty treatment almost as if nothing had happened. She took me hand and led me on shaky legs into my kitchen where, after washing her hands, she proceeded to cut my hair, I expected her just to take it up to shoulder length, but she cut it much shorter. Then she helped me into my thong and bra (getting a good grope of my boobs as she did), and my velvet dress. I added the lovely gold pendant Danny had bought me, which acted almost like an arrow pointing straight down at the huge amount of pale cleavage I was showing. After that Miranda introduced some gel into my hair, fluffing it out, then she made up my face. I would never have dared to apply as much make-up as she did, thinking it would make me look tarty. In fact, when I looked in the mirror, I saw a person I didn't know -- a stylish, beautiful, sexy woman. I actually reminded myself a bit of Alison Moyet, always one of my favourite pop divas (and another big girl). Finally I slipped into my stilettos, and we went round to show Miranda's handiwork to Sylvia. She stared at me open-mouthed, and murmured, "Good God girl, is that really you? Randi, you're a genius." I started to give Miranda a hug of thanks, but she flung her arms around my neck, pulled my face down to hers and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue flicked out and roamed deep in my mouth. At the same time I felt her pulling up my dress, then one hand slipped under my thong and squeezed my bum. I looked over her shoulder to see Sylvia's reaction, but she just grinned and gave me a wink. As we broke the kiss, Miranda whispered into my ear, "Let me know how it goes baby. I'm gonna take Sylvia to bed now and get myself good and laid." I left for the station astonished at the turn of events -- in all the years I'd known Sylvia, I'd never had the slightest suspicion that she might be gay. I was equally amazed by the reaction my new look caused. As I walked I gradually realised that men were actually looking at me, and glancing over their shoulders to continue to stare. That had never, ever happened to me before. Without consciously intending to, I started swinging my hips in a girly fashion I would never normally adopt. In my high heels I was easily the tallest person on the station platform, and again I was attracting glances from blokes. One man actually held the train door open for me -- another first. On the short journey into Victoria, two lads who couldn't have been more than 20 sat next to me and tried to chat me up, complimenting me on my "gorgeous big knockers" and inviting me to a party! I was still high from the fist-fucking Miranda had given me, and my brains went straight out of the window -- I just sat giggling like a schoolgirl, and knocking their hands away when they tried to cop a feel of my boobs. By the time I got off the train, for the first time in my life I was feeling entirely happy with myself, confident and desirable. I could also feel that my thong was slightly damp between my legs. Danny's reaction to me was a sight to behold. At first he looked straight past me, then his gaze swung back to me and he did a double-take. The sound of his jaw hitting the floor echoed around the station! He seemed to have been struck speechless for a moment, but eventually managed, "Jacqui, you look...fabulous! Amazing!" All the way to the NFT in a taxi he kept snatching glances at me. In the cinema Danny seemed to be fidgeting, and I leant over and asked him what was wrong. I felt a warm glow at his response: "Sorry, I can't really concentrate on the film, I just want to keep looking at you." Within moments we were kissing, and we spent most of the rest of the show smooching like a couple of teenagers, while still glancing at the screen to catch some of the film. As we kissed, our tongues duelling happily, I slipped my hand inside Danny's shirt and stroked his hairy chest, then began caressing his erect nipple. In the taxi back to his flat Danny was rather quiet, and I began to wonder if I'd come on too strong. Stroking his hair, I said quietly, "Danny, I don't have to come back to your place tonight; not if you don't want me to." He glanced at me and replied, "Oh God, please do. I've been promising myself this would happen one day." When we got to the flat Danny asked me if I'd like a coffee. I nodded, but when he disappeared to the kitchen I darted into the bedroom. In seconds I had torn off my dress and my underwear, and slipped beneath the duvet, pulling it up to my armpits. Danny appeared a moment or so later, and when he saw me he almost dropped the tray of coffee, sugar and cream he was carrying! I asked him nervously if what I'd done was okay. He swallowed, and said quietly, "Fuck, yes." Then he carefully placed the tray on the floor and started to undress. Danny had his back to me, and I admired his muscular back and his firm bum. When he turned to face me I had something else to admire. The hair on his chest ran all the way down to a most impressive cock. I don't have much experience in these things, but to me it looked huge. He stepped to the bed and, before I could react, eased the duvet down to my knees. I would normally have cringed at the thought of a man seeing me naked, but with my new-found self confidence I lay back serenely and let him take in my floppy body. His eyes roamed up and down me for maybe 20 seconds, then he breathed, "Jesus, you're beautiful", and climbed in next to me. We cuddled and kissed for a few minutes, and I almost passed out at the sheer joy of feeling my boobs squash against Danny's hairy chest. As we kissed I felt his rapidly growing erection pressing against my belly. I reached beneath the covers, wrapped my hand around it, and gently began easing his foreskin up and down the shaft. Then a sudden urge arose in me. I trailed my lips down his chest and to his stomach. He sighed and murmured, "Oh God, yes", when he realised where I was going. I had never sucked a man's penis in my life but I desperately wanted to taste Danny's. Unsure what to do, I licked down his length, then licked his hairy balls. He seemed to really like that, so I alternated it with closing my mouth over his knob and in effect fucking him with my lips. After less than a minute he gasped, "I'm cumming", and a moment later I felt a stream of jizz hit the roof of my mouth. It tasted slick, warm and salty. I swallowed, then rose back up the bed and kissed him, the aftertaste of his pleasure still on my tongue. Danny hugged me to him and kissed me deeply. I giggled when he said, "Wow, you've obviously done that before." Then he added, "Now I want to do it for you, you lovely, beautiful woman." I felt tears prickle my eyes, still unable to credit that such a gorgeous bloke could really feel that way about me. A moment later I gasped as his mouth closed over a nipple, the same one that Miranda had had in her mouth barely eight hours earlier. He sucked first one breast into his mouth, then switched to the other, stroking a hand across the folds of fat on my belly and hips. Then he began to kiss lower. I had a sudden horror that Danny might be revolted by my extra folds of flesh, but he seemed to revel in them. He traced his tongue along my contours, reaching upwards to caress my boobs with his hands. Then I felt his breath on my inner thighs. He eased my huge thighs apart, and a moment later his wonderful tongue licked the length of my pussy. I had thought Miranda's fisting was amazing, but I wanted to scream with pleasure at the effect Danny's tongue, supplemented by his fingers, was having on me. He slurped at my pussy, and especially my clit, fucking me with the fingers of one hand while rimming my pussy with the other. I jerked at him as I came, over and over, while he burrowed his face into me. Then he gasped, "I've got to have you, now." He surged up me, and I felt a sharp pressure then the most wonderful feeling of being filled as his prick slipped into me. He pressed his mouth to mine and I tasted a bitter-sweet sharpness on his tongue as he began to fuck me, slowly at first, then quickening his pace. He broke the kiss and leaned up above me, throwing all his strength into driving into my hungry pussy. My legs took on a life of their own, wrapping around him as my hips thrust at him in response to each of his strokes. I could feel my entire fat body quaking with each thrust, but I couldn't have cared less, the only thing that mattered to me was the joy my beautiful lover was giving me, and receiving, as he fucked me senseless. We both screamed as he shot into me and, a moment later, I joined him in ecstasy. Afterwards, Danny lay with his head cushioned on my breasts. He swivelled his eyes to look at my face, and said, "Sorry, I normally last longer than that." With tears in my eyes I kissed the top of his head, and whispered, "Danny, that was wonderful. It was the most wonderful experience of my entire life." He slid up to face me. His eyes, inches from mine, sparkled as he murmured, "I love you so much Jacqui. I think I fell in love with you about two days after I met you. You are so lovely, and I never really believed this would happen, I just don't have that sort of luck." I couldn't see him after that, my eyes were too overloaded with tears. That was six months ago, and our lives together just get better every day. Everyone in the office knows about us, and they're all delighted for us. I wouldn't have thought it was possible for me to love anyone as much as I love Danny or, even more so, as he loves me. As we get to know each other's bodies better and better, our physical relationship is on a constant upward swing as well. My body's still as big and wobbly as ever, but my boyfriend loves it, and I'm totally at ease with it now. I've managed to lose a couple of stones in weight -- Danny didn't want me to, I had to insist -- and I'm going to a gym regularly to try and improve my fitness, to try and avoid my weight causing me too many health problems. I'm more self-confident than ever before, I dress and make myself up more stylishly, and I splash out on beauty treatments about once a month, though not with Miranda -- I think that would be a bit too dangerous. I've never felt as happy or as positive about life, and it's all thanks to my beautiful, sweet Danny.