Old Classmate
You were walking along the small bridge in the middle of town when you bumped into someone. A girl, to be more precise. And when you looked up in slight annoyance her face seemed familiar to you. And when she spoke, you were certain you knew her from somewhere. She called your name, said you hadn't seen in years and that it was so good to see you again. Then it hit you. She was that girl from high school you went to prom with. She was a little chubby back then and no one really paid attention to her. But being the nice guy you were, you asked her to prom and she happily agreed. That was five years ago.
Cut to now, and she was no longer chubby. Rather she was stunning. She was slim, she was wearing a blue jacket and white shirt, red ribbons on her light red hair and a felt hat, all clothes at least four sizes smaller than back then, and she had kept her fat only where it was good. You were astounded. She had undergone quite a transformation. You asked how she did it, expecting plastic surgery, but no. She had actually lost weight through healthy diet, exercise and motivation to become beautiful. She asked if you thought she had succeeded. Beyond comprehension, you said. She giggled.
She invited you over for coffee at a nearby café. You didn't have anything else to do so you obliged. You sat down and ordered, and soon enough she had her whole milk chocolate coffee and you had your ever-so-exciting espresso. She leaned in for a drink. You wondered how the hell she allowed herself to drink something with so much fat and sugar. She explained it was important in maintaining her shape. You took no time to realize what she meant and apologized for asking. She, however, took no offense and even thanked you for noticing. You wondered why your acknowledgement was such a big deal. She leaned in further, her bountiful cleavage ever-so-visible, and confessed you were her biggest reason for change, as she had harboured a crush for you ever since the prom. You assumed being the first boy to notice her had an impact on her.
She got up, gesturing you to follow her. You were confused and got only more so when she took you to the ladies' room. You snuck into one of the stalls, which was much larger than the ones in the men's rooms. You felt a hint of jealousy for the opposite sex for having larger bathroom stalls. She pushed you into the last stall and closed the door behind her. You were forced to sit on the seat. Luckily the lid was closed. She straddled you and pushed herself onto you, her large breasts pressing against your chest. She whispered in your ear that it was time to pay you back. She grinded against you, breathing heavily. She slowly removed your shirt and hers, allowing you to see her pretty, pink, laced bra. She said her puppies were a rare sight to see, and you had to agree once you were greeted with the uncovered sight of them. She hugged you, pushing your face into her gorge of loveliness. And much to your pleasure, your face wasn't the only thing stuck in there that night.
