I love Audrey. Hopelessly, eternally, unconditionally, in love. You might not see in her what I see. Her auburn hair, ringlets surrounding her angelic face. Azure blue eyes, an innocence that turns to smoky lust. Button nose. Cupid's bow lips, bright red, a smile whose warmth turns naughty with the lick of her pink tongue. Natural blush, high cheekbones. The face of an angel. Maybe you don't see her like that.

But there's one thing upon which we will all agree: Audrey is fat.

She's five feet five inches tall and weighs around 250 pounds.

And I don't give a shit what anyone else thinks. She's the love of my life.

We met in Freshman Biology at University. The first week, we were assigned lab partners, and she and I were paired. The other students whispered a lot, but I couldn't hear them because I was fixated on her. That shy smile, averted eyes, and light blush immediately intrigued me. Now I'm no stranger to women. At six feet five and 250 pounds myself, I'm a starting linebacker for a D1 football team. But since the university freshman orientation, there have been women coming my way. Students and faculty alike. Some have done everything but wag their tail and back up to me. Heady stuff for a guy from a small town.

When class dismissed, I asked her if she had time for coffee, so we could discuss coordinating lab time schedules. That same smile, she said she would meet me at the Starbucks on the quad in an hour.

I was waiting when I saw her walking towards the coffee shop. Suddenly, a voice called out, "Hey, blimpo. You walking or rolling? If I was gonna fuck you, I'd have to roll you in flour and look for the wet spot!"

He was slouched against a brick wall, maybe ten feet away. A little shorter than me, a little lighter, but not by much. A sudden blaze of anger seized me, and before I could think, I covered the space between us, grabbed his shirt in one hand, and brought his face up to mine. Through clenched teeth, I said, "For the rest of your life, you will never again speak a rude word to that woman."

I let him down, and as he scampered away, I turned to Audrey. She had stopped on the walkway, sobbing. I quickly walked to her, put my arms around her, and told her not to listen to him. I noticed her hair smelled of flowers, her cologne a subtle, pleasing scent I could not identify. And her skin was soft. She looked up at me, I took her hand, and we went into the coffee shop.

Coach found out what I had done, and I had to run stairs all week, but there were enough people who saw, and the word got out: Don't disrespect Audrey. Especially when Derek is around.

Our lab schedule was Tuesdays at 3:00 p.m. and Fridays at 8:00 p.m. Most Fridays, the custodian usually chased us out. On a cold November Friday, I was walking her back to her dorm. Usually, I saw her through the door before going on my way. For reasons I have never truly understood, when she turned to me to say "good night," I bent down, wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her. She initially froze, then suddenly came alive. Her mouth opened, her tongue dueling mine. Her hands went up through my hair, holding me to her. Her breath was minty as she panted into my mouth. My hands moved down and grabbed her ass, pulling her against me, rubbing my budding erection against her. Her moan began as a whisper, quickly gaining volume.

Then, suddenly, we broke apart, both shocked by our behavior. "Oh my God, Audrey, I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me. Will you forgive me? I didn't mean to molest you."

Her eyes were shining, still breathing hard. "Derek, I have to tell you, no boy has ever kissed me before tonight. Never. It was more wonderful than I could imagine. You may kiss me any time you wish. The excitement of your hands on my body will be in my dreams."

Her tongue traced her lips, her eyes shining. Fuck, I wanted her so bad! I stepped back in, head down, and attacked her mouth. She opened for me, welcoming my tongue with caresses of her own. This time, it was her hands on my ass, holding me to her. My erection stiffened, and there was no doubt she could feel it.

Then she moved her head back. Taking a deep breath, she said, "We have to stop. Maybe we could have coffee tomorrow?"

I replied, "Better yet, my roommate is gone for the weekend. Come on over, and we can write our lab report. 3:00?"

That beaming smile. "Okay. Good night."

The Sicilians have a saying: "Colpo di Fulmine," which literally means a lightning strike. Lightning had struck me.

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The next day she arrived, books and lab notes in hand, with coffee besides. We cleaned off my desk, where she sat with her notes spread out, laptop open as she drafted the lab report. I sat on my bed, my stuff spread around. Back and forth, we pieced together the report. It was slow going. After an hour, I called a halt for a bathroom break and to stretch my legs. It was a bye week, but we still had practice that morning, and I was a little sore.

When Audrey came back, we sat down and tried to get back to work, but that vibe had been broken. We ended up just talking, stuff happening on campus, things in general at home. The electricity was building, though. She was speaking to me, but her eyes had a different language. My heart beat faster, blood pounding in my ears. I had to shift my legs; my cock was stirring, becoming painful. She licked her lips and asked, "Can I sit with you?"

I didn't trust myself to speak, so I held out a hand. She came across the room, put her hand in mine, and sat alongside me on the bed. My arm went around her shoulders and under her arm, turning her to me. Her hand reached around my back, resting on my hip. I looked down into the shining pools of her eyes, leaned in, and kissed her.

Her tongue was forceful, invading my mouth the instant our lips met. Her free hand cupped my jaw, sliding up to the back of my neck, holding me to her as her lips devoured mine. The fingers of my free hand were in her hair, but she had free rein to move wherever she wished. I lay back on the bed, drawing her with me. She half-rolled on me, straddling my leg. My cock was fully hard now, and there was no way she didn't feel it.

She did. Moving her lips against mine, she asked, "Is that your penis against my leg?"

"Mm-hmm," I answered.

Her head pulled back. "I've never seen a real one. Can I see yours?"

Then she turned as red as a bullfighter's cape, turning away. "Oh my god, you must think I'm such a slut!"

I turned her head back to me. "I think you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen, and I would be proud to show you the first cock of your life."

She looked puzzled. "Cock?"

"That's what it's commonly called, but there are other names, too. If you still want to see it,..."

That was the first time I saw her smoky eyes and naughty smile. With a little laugh, she said, "Well, okay, if you're UP to it."

I rolled on my back, unbuttoned my shorts and lowered them to my hips, my boxers' fly showing. "Why don't you reach in there and see what you find?"

She licked her lips, her eyes concerned. She tentatively reached through the fly, and her hand was on my cock. And it was fully hard, so there was no way she could get it out through the fly. It took her a minute to figure that out. She gave me a "What now?" look. I said, "It looks like you're going to have to figure something out."

It took a couple of seconds, but I saw the light come on. She grasped the waistband of my boxers, and I obligingly lifted up so she could pull them down. This time she took the boxers and shorts to my knees.

And was almost slapped in the face when my cock popped up. She recoiled, a gasp, wide eyes. There it was, standing proudly, throbbing with a heartbeat of its own. She reached out again, her grip firm, fingers not meeting. Instinctively, she began to slide her hand up and down, masturbating me, her face in rapt fascination. She was playing with a new toy on Christmas morning.

I was so caught up watching her that suddenly I felt my impending orgasm. "No, Audrey, stop! STOP!!" But it was too late. The first shot of semen went almost four feet into the air, thick and white, painting her from her blouse, across her chin, mouth, nose, eye, and into her hair. The second, slightly less powerful, followed the same trajectory. Numbers three, four, and five did a number on her blouse and shorts. Her face showed her shock, but she continued stroking throughout. It wasn't until I was reduced to a dribble that she let go. She looked at her hands, then her blouse. Covered in thick, white, creamy cum. She wiped a strand from her nose and looked at it in wonder. Then she looked at me and, seeing the horrified look on my face, burst out laughing.

Now I was puzzled. Here was a girl who, before today, had never seen a live cock, let alone held one. I had just come all over her, a massive shot, and she's laughing?

"You didn't tell me it was loaded," she gasped, then resumed laughing. That got me laughing, too.

"Listen," I said, "You better get those clothes off. That stuff will stain. There's a laundry down the hall. I'll wash your stuff with some of mine. You can wash up in the bathroom. Here's a blanket, you can cover yourself until your clothes are done."

When I returned, she was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard. The blanket was across her lap, but her bra-enclosed breasts were uncovered, and they immediately drew my eyes. Her clothing had hidden them, but they were now on display. She saw me looking and again colored, but did nothing to hide them.

I sat beside her, my arm moving across her shoulders. "It will take about half an hour for the wash to be done, maybe ten minutes in the dryer."

We sat, embraced, comfortable in each other's presence. But I couldn't be silent.

I cleared my throat. "Audrey, I love you. I have ever since that day at the coffee shop. When I'm not with you, I feel empty. When I am with you, I feel complete." My face was hot from my confession.

She looked up, her eyes saying the words she could not speak. Longing, deep liquid pools of emotion. I licked dry lips, she sobbed, and we were again locked in a kiss.

It started as passionate, but I escalated it. My hand moved to her chest, under her bra, squeezing the warm, soft flesh. Her nipple hardened, crinkling under my fingers. Her breath quickened as she squirmed against me. She suddenly pulled back, her face impatient, and breathed, "Here," reaching behind her, doing her magic, and unfastening the clasp. Removing the bra, she took my hand and replaced it where it had been. She returned to me and resumed our kiss, with renewed passion. She reached to my lap and began to stroke my cock, now fully diamond-cutter hard and now behind cut-off sweat pants. It was my turn to moan, thrusting in time to her strokes.

I was aflame with lust. I suddenly pulled back, standing, taking her feet and drawing her down until she lay on the bed. She squeaked, her eyes large. Pulling back the blanket, I grabbed the waistband of her panties. She raised her hips, and I slid them down her legs and tossed them to the floor. She reflexively crossed a knee in modesty. Looking into her eyes, I took a knee in each hand and gently pressed them apart. Her expression went from anxiety to understanding to lust, as she placed her feet on the bed and spread her knees, forming a valley whose apex was her treasure.

And what a treasure it was. Soft brown curls over a glistening cleft, the outer lips yet to form. The cleft was slightly parted, exposing the inner lips, blood red and stiff with excitement, showing the entrance to what lay beyond. Her abundant lubrication was a sticky sauce, spread over her thighs. Her thumb-sized clit was fully erect, a sentinel overlooking the entrance. I quickly folded the blanket. She lifted her pelvis and I placed it underneath. I didn't want pussy juice to soak the sheets and into the mattress.

Then I looked at her. Her expression was one of apprehension, seemingly asking if I was put off by what I saw. Quite the opposite.

"Oh fuck, Audrey, you're beautiful." I only glimpsed her radiant smile as I dove in to feast.

She gasped when my lips met her cleft, my tongue thrusting inside, scooping the abundant nectar within. Her fingers caught my hair, holding me to her vulva. Her hips began undulating, her moans and gasps becoming louder. I moved up to take her clit between my lips, gently holding it between my teeth, while my tongue furiously worked it. Her thighs clamped my head, her hips lifted off the bed, and her cries announced her orgasm. It was powerful and enduring, her body trembling as the feeling continued, until I withdrew. Her hands released me, her legs spread out. Sweat matted her curls against her forehead. Her face was bathed in the radiance of a woman thoroughly sated.

She signaled for me to come to her. As I lay next to her, she said, "Oh my God, Derek, I never thought sex would be like that. It was so awesome."

Rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I said, "Audrey, I want to make love to you." Her answer was to reach an arm around my neck, drawing me to her, her tongue back in my mouth. Barely audible, she replied, "Derek, I've wanted you ever since you stood up against that bully for me. I dream of you lying on me, your hard penis thrusting in my vagina. The feel of your hot semen flooding me. I have had to wear pads at night, otherwise my sheets would be soaked."

"Are you on birth control? I don't want an accident to complicate our lives."

"My period starts on Wednesday or Thursday, so it should be safe now. And I will get a prescription on Monday at the clinic. But I don't know what to do. Teach me, Derek."

She rolled onto her back, eyes bright with anticipation. I reached down, rubbing my cock against her weeping slot. "This might be a little uncomfortable until I get all the way inside."

Consternation clouded her face. "Okay?"

I had barely penetrated her when she tensed.

"Concentrate on remaining calm until I'm inside. Tensing up only makes it worse."

A deep breath, and I saw the tension fade.

About two inches inside, I encountered a barrier. FUCK! A virgin? SHE'S A FUCKING VIRGIN! Well, of course, you dumb shit. Never been kissed, remember? So, never been fucked, either. If you were thinking with your big head instead of the one, you would have figured that out.

"Audrey, honey, are you a virgin?" I asked.

"Un-huh."

"Baby, this is gonna hurt. I have to break through your hymen. It's gonna tear, and you're gonna bleed. I'll stop now if you want."

"No, Derek, I want it. Do it."

"Okay, baby, focus on staying calm. Here I go."

There was only one way to do it, and I hated it. But waiting would only postpone the inevitable, so I looked into her trusting eyes, covered her mouth with my hand, and jammed my cock into her wet, waiting pussy.

Her facial transitions were instantaneous. Trust turned to shock, shock to pain, pain to tears. My hand muffled her screams, but I still heard them. She bucked under me, trying to dislodge the cause of pain in her most private place. Certainly, she was bleeding; I could feel the hot liquid running across my balls, onto the blanket below. Thank God I had thought to put it there. The sheet and mattress would have been ruined.

"Shhh, shhh, baby, baby, please, don't cry. I'm so, so sorry. I couldn't think of another way. Please, please forgive me." I was sobbing now, my tears mingling with hers, my heart broken. "Please, Audrey, please."

Gradually, her cries stopped. She took a sobbing breath and nodded her head, which I took as an indication that I could remove my hand. "Tell me what you want, we can try later when you're better."

"No. Keep going. It isn't so bad now, and I still want the feeling of you shooting your semen into me. Just go slowly so I can get used to you."

Short strokes, back and forth, maybe half an inch at a time, and eventually I reached bottom. Butting up against her cervix, I still had some to go.

"Baby, that's all you can take. I'm up against your cervix. If I hit it too hard, there will be more pain. Are you still good?"

"Ugh, I feel so stretched out down there. And so full. Are you going to start fucking me now?"

Her use of that word fired me up. My answer was to grab two handfuls of her ass and start slowly long stroking her. Her face showed wonder, then lust. Half-lidded shining eyes, panting. Pulling me to her, hungry kisses. Hips counter-thrusting against mine. Panting becoming moaning. My strokes becoming longer, quicker.

My orgasm exploded in a galaxy of stars going Nova. My pelvis contracted, squeezing my prostate in an iron grip, exploding everything it contained into my love's waiting chamber. "Oh God, baby, I can't hold it anymore. I'm coming, I'm coming." As tight as she was, her pelvic floor muscle gripped my cock in a velvet glove, milking me of everything I had to give.

"I can feel it, I can feel you throbbing, shooting your semen into me. Oh, Derek, it's so good, so good! Don't stop, don't stop, I want it all!"

But it finally did stop. I carefully withdrew from her. She had bled, alright. The blanket was soaked. Then the river of semen and blood that ran from her gaping vagina only added to the mess. But the look on her face melted me. A pink flush, slight perspiration on her forehead and cheeks, bright eyes, and the look of unconditional love. I'm sure my face was the same.

Now, time for cleanup. Putting on my cutoffs, I took the blanket to the laundry. Mom had sent down something called oxygen bleach, a powder that removes any stain, even those other stain removers won't touch. Blanket into the washer, clothes to the dryer, back to the room. She was waiting for me, cleaned up, lying on my pillow. I lay beside her, drawing a blanket over us. Kissing her forehead, I murmured, "Thank you, God, for sending me this woman."