Through most of my 20s I lived in the same apartment building. It wasn’t the most luxurious place, but the rent was cheap and people minded their own business, so that was enough for me to stay. I lived on the top floor and although the stairs were a bit of a workout I got used to them over time, plus there was only one other apartment on the top floor so it was a bit more private, which I also preferred.
Laura had lived across the hall for about a year. She was a few years older than me and on the occasional instance where we met in the hallway she was always courteous. We were both quiet types so no more than friendly greetings were ever exchanged between us. For a while she had a boyfriend that would stop by a lot but for the last few months he hadn’t been around and after the couple blowups I heard through the thin walls it seemed like he probably wouldn’t be by anytime soon.
It was a sunny yet crisp afternoon in April as spring had certainly arrived but hadn’t gotten comfortable yet. I arrived home from running a few errands and as I was ascending the stairs I came across Laura on the third floor, carrying a rather large and awkward sized box. So I called out that I’d help her make it the rest of the way. She sighed with relief and thankfully accepted my offer. Together we made it up the last few stairs and put the box down in front of her door so she could unlock and open it.
“Thank you so much; it’s not even so much that it’s heavy it’s just so awkward, ya know,” Laura said as she turned the key and pushed her door open.
“Not a problem at all,” I politely responded as I breathed for a second and got ready to help her bring the box inside.
We finished the task and as I leaned back up from helping place the box on the small living room floor she again thanked me and I again told her it wasn’t a problem at all. As I turned to leave she continued to speak.
“That was pretty good timing on your part cuz I was starting to get frustrated with this thing,” Laura confessed as I turned back toward her. “It’s not as easy to move stuff like that with just one person.”
“Yeah, that’s definitely a 2 person job. Glad I could be of assistance,” I again politely responded and once again went to turn around to leave, but again she interrupted my exit.
“I’m sure you’ve noticed Mike hasn’t been around recently. You probably heard us fighting too,” she said with an embarrassed look. “I’m sorry if we were loud.”
I assured her that I wasn’t bothered by the arguments and confirmed that yes, I had noticed he wasn’t coming by anymore, but hadn’t given it much thought.
“You know why he left me?” Laura asked rhetorically. “He said I was getting too fat for him. I mean, what kind of asshole thing is that to say? I mean yeah, so I put on a little weight while we were together but really that’s why you’re gonna leave me?”
“Yeah, that’s kind of a dick thing to say,” I somewhat mumbled as a response, not knowing what else to say.
“Although you’ve probably noticed I’ve put on even more weight since he left, but whatever,” Laura admitted.
I didn’t know how to respond so I stood there, a couple feet from the door in the her living room, probably awkwardly quiet, and I’m guessing she could tell I was at a loss for words as she kept going but didn’t much help with her next statement.
“It’s ok you can be honest, I’ve put on a lot of weight in the last few months,” Laura proclaimed with a sigh.
I was stuck. I had definitely noticed she’d gotten bigger in recent months but as someone who likes a larger framed woman I actually thought she’d gotten sexier as of recent. Not that she wasn’t fairly attractive before but her arms had developed some flab and they jiggled when she moved them and her belly had gone from peeking over her pants to straight up flopping down over them, something I had noticed especially during the moving of the box.
I decided to do what I could to make her feel better. “I think Mike doesn’t know what he’s missing out on. I think you look even better now, so it’s his loss.”
“Really?” Laura inquired. “You think I look better with this gut?” she asked as she grabbed at her belly roll and jiggled it once.
I stumbled a bit to respond. “I mean yeah, there’s just more to enjoy, right?” I managed to get out as she gave me a slightly puzzled yet intrigued look.
“You into fat girls?” she asked me.
At this point figuring I was already in over my head, I decided to just be honest.
“Yeah, I guess I’ve always been more attracted to bigger women.”
“Oh yeah?” Laura retorted. “Prove it.”
Laura’s face instantly became bright red and she looked away as if she couldn’t believe the words that had just come out of her mouth. I’d never known her to be that direct and it seemed like she didn’t even know where that came from. I wondered if perhaps it was that she hadn’t gotten any in months as even when her and Mike were still together it seemed like all they did was fight from what I could hear.
I too was a little taken aback as Laura had always been such a quiet person and I figured that there might be a few different elements that factored into her exclamation but here we were, both standing in her living room, me with one foot practically out the open door and her with a bright red face trying to figure out what to say next as she knew she had just turned an awkward situation even moreso by her statement.
“Um….should I close the door?” was the best I could come up with as I certainly didn’t want to assume anything and also didn’t want to seem creepy by just closing off her only exit while standing in front of it so I figured this way she still had an out.
“You got stuff you need to do?” Laura asked, still trying to process what she had said while also trying to stall out her time to determine how much she wanted to pursue the lust she was feeling.
“I mean naw, not really…uh no, I’m not doing anything.”
I didn’t want to make it seem obvious that I was aroused by her comment but I also didn’t want to miss the opportunity for an afternoon delight with a woman I’d definitely taken a few extra looks at over the last couple months.
After a few seconds which seemed like forever as I imagined she might have been thinking to herself, “Screw it. He’s always been courteous and damn if I don’t need some wicked bad. It feels like it’s been forever…” she finally responded, “Yeah, close the door.”
I obliged and as I turned back toward her she started to walk toward me. When she got right in front of me we both moved forward and started making out. My hands naturally grabbed her sides and I felt her love handles and also as a natural reaction from someone who loves BBWs, I squeezed. She jumped back.
“Sorry, I just…I’m just not used to someone actually going for this fat,” she exclaimed with a hint of confusion.
“Naw, I’m sorry,” I responded. “Your whole point was that your man left you because of your weight and I’m just bringing attention to it by grabbing you like that.”
“Right but that’s what you like, right?” Laura quizzically asked as she looked for confirmation from me.
“Yeah definitely, but I also want you to feel comfortable,” I responded.
“Well it’s definitely a different experience for me, but to be perfectly blunt it’s been a while and I’m pretty horny so let’s have some fun,” she confidently stated.
“Follow me,” Laura teased. “We’ll have more fun in my bedroom.”
As I followed her through the living room and kitchen to her bedroom I could feel my dick pressing against my jeans while I stared at her still flat but now wider ass. She had on blue jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt that was hugging the backfat she had developed as she had rolls underneath her bra line and on her sides.
She must have warmed up good by the time we got to her bedroom because as she turned around she lifted her shirt up over her head and exposed a solid white bra that was doing its best to hold in her pudgy, soft breasts. As she tossed her shirt to the side and let her arms fall, her belly, which had come up even more out of her jeans when she took her shirt off, oozed out over and jiggled as her arms hit her legs.
“Well don’t just stand there, come over here,” Laura insisted.