A new appreciation for curvier women

I have been following the community for a long time, but this is the first time I am putting pen to paper, so to speak. Here is a short story about the first plus size woman I was intimate with, who opened my mind to some of the most memorable encounters of my life. This also features another "first time" of mine hidden in the details.

Everyone involved was an adult at the time of these events. I was 18, and she was 20.

The story actually begins with a little context, but I will get straight to the point.

This beautiful woman (whom I will call Kati for the purpose of this story) was actually a high school classmate of mine. Were there attempts and flirting in art class? Yes. Was I an oblivious teenager? Yes. However, for one reason or another, I got her Instagram, and we casually chatted from time to time over a fairly long period. She graduated well before me (I think she was two years older), so the casual chats and jokes continued.

During my senior year of high school, something shifted. I think the turning point was a dirty joke I made, even though I had never brought up the subject with her before. That first moment laid the groundwork for quite a few spicy conversations, photo exchanges, and plenty of dirty talk. Up until then, my previous partners were on the thinner side. Kati was not. She was very short, 1.50 m, with what I discovered to be an incredible rear, a beautiful bust, and extra curves all over. I will not guess her weight, as that would be rude, but I gladly put her in the Big Beautiful Woman category. Even though I had other options, I found myself absolutely obsessed with her. From head to toe, she was simply beautiful.

From our messages, I discovered she was not the most positive about her body, but she was extremely turned on by me, experienced female ejaculation, wore extremely sexy thongs, and above all, was eager to get together.

So I took a chance and asked if we could move from the app to a bed. Her answer was a resounding yes. I was thrilled.

We organized our schedules and set the date and time—at her place, since I was still living with my parents at the time.

The flirty messages increased in both volume and content. I loved every bit of it.

The day had arrived. I was in my final year of high school, 18 years old, and I told my parents a white lie about meeting a friend, though we all knew where I was actually going. Driving as fast as I could, I checked myself, showered, grabbed condoms, styled my hair, and made sure I smelled good. I knocked on the door, and she opened it with a smile, holding back a dog. She looked stunning: tight shorts that hugged her hips, and a zip-up hoodie. All done up, wearing glasses. Perfect.

I was a bit disappointed she was not waiting for me in her thong as she had teased earlier, but she admitted she tried to put the dog outside, and he kept scratching at the bedroom door.

Skipping the casual chat, we talked, took a short tour of the apartment, watched a bit of a movie, and eventually made a move.

Or rather, she did. I joked about a moment in the movie, pretending to grab her chest; she responded in kind and let me do it, stopping when I feigned a little struggle with her hoodie. So there I was in her apartment, on her couch, our bodies wrapped together, with her hoodie unzipped. I cupped her soft bust and finally kissed her.

She kissed beautifully, with soft, cautious lips, but as I deepened the kiss, biting her lip and letting my hand wander down her thighs, she kissed back intensely. Soon, I was kissing her neck while her legs parted at my touch, my mouth moving down to her chest, exploring and teasing, while I rubbed her through her shorts.

She was completely wet through her clothes.

Groaning into our kiss as I moved back up, her dog walked over trying to sniff us, and I had to push him away twice, interrupting the moment. We looked at each other, nodded, and she took my hand, leading me to the bedroom just a few steps away.

I lay down on the bed, and things began moving quickly. She stared straight at me, her eyes locked on the obvious bulge in my shorts. She looked at me, then at herself, saying she was ready to see it.

She seemed a bit nervous, wondering if she could handle it. She reached out and pulled my dick free, giving a wide-eyed, surprised reaction while holding the base and asking for permission. I agreed, and she began giving me an incredible blowjob. Her mouth felt like velvet, starting with a slow lick that sent shivers down my spine before her lips wrapped around me. Her eyes stayed locked on mine through her glasses as she consciously tried to take it all in, taking it as deep as she could.

I let her work on my dick for a bit, not wanting to spend all my energy too quickly. I pulled her up for a kiss, but she wanted more. I offered to try other things, but she declined, wanting to focus on the main event. (I found out later she was a bit shy about certain things.)

We repositioned on the bed, and she sat astride me. She moved her soaked panties aside, revealing how wet she was, before grabbing my dick and guiding it toward her entrance.

It felt incredible. All I could do was groan as my hands found her hips. In all the excitement, I never put on a condom. It was my first time without one. Completely wet, a wonderful warmth, and very tight. She lowered herself slowly, groaning as we spoke, mentioning she was on birth control, and I was in absolute heaven. Her expression shifted from mild discomfort to pure ecstasy.

With her on top, she began riding me, rubbing at first before setting her feet and moving up and down my dick. Seeing her squeeze my thickness while feeling her unprotected warmth was unreal. As she rode me, her pace began to slow as her legs grew tired from taking every inch with each movement.

Noticing the shift in rhythm, I pulled her close, anchoring her as I began thrusting from below. Her tight feeling drove me wild, moving faster and faster as her groans turned into louder gasps.

Through heavy breathing, she managed to say that if I kept going like that, she was going to cum.

Hearing that, I not only kept going, but I picked up the pace even more, thrusting firmly from underneath while her legs began to tremble. I wanted nothing more than to bring her to an orgasm.

I kept up the rhythm until her gasps rose an octave and her body began to pulse tightly around me, making me completely lose control. My last thrust made her body shake in orgasm as she squirted all over my dick buried deep inside her. I let myself go entirely—my first time ejaculating inside a woman. I felt completely drained as her orgasm heightened her sensitivity. Every pulse of my dick drew a groan from her as I ejaculated deep against her cervix.

That is the essence of the story. A little cleanup followed, chuckling over the puddle of ejaculate on the bed before she put her clothes back on. We talked a bit more, and then I went to meet up with my friends.

Later that day, she sent me a photo showing her intimate area still wet with my cum, her fingers playing with herself while telling me how sore she felt, saying it was the biggest she had ever taken.

I developed a huge appreciation for full-figured women from that day on.

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