BBW Millie, Ch. 01

An insecure BBW encounters a man who understands.

CHAPTER 1: THE MEETING

He stood near the bar in the very crowded club. There was little available table space unless you arrived early. The live band was loud but good. They were playing the kind of music that seemed to switch from one decade to another while holding onto the crowd. The club was crowded with the ‘beautiful people’ in their late 20’s and early 30’s. He watched the game being played out in every part of the club. There were beautiful women being coy and enticingly flirty for the overly confident men strutting after them. The game, as he thought of it, was in full swing. That wasn’t why he was there, though.

He had spotted her earlier. From his position along the bar, he had a view of the full club and the main entrance. When she came in, she spotted the table she wanted. At that time, there were numerous available tables and a few booths, but she chose a table in the corner that was nearly lost in shadow. She definitely wasn’t one of the game players. She took her place at the table and didn’t budge, ordering her drinks from the servers, lost to everyone else.

She was certainly heavy. She dressed nicely, and her features were quite pretty. Her tits were large, very large, as were her hips and body. He was sure her legs would be, too. She was a definite BBW, Big Beautiful Woman. She fit it perfectly: big, pretty, and a woman.

He’d been watching her for an hour. It wasn’t a creepy thing. He wasn’t stalking or planning an assault. Just the opposite, really. Of all the women in the club, strutters and pretenders and teasers, she looked ... real. And real was what he wanted. He watched, though, to satisfy himself that she wasn’t a player, too. Some women like her hold onto old images of themselves and still think they can compete in the club. The club is brutal, and he hoped she wasn’t. But, if she wasn’t, why was she there? So, he waited and watched.

* * * *

She sat at the table she carefully picked, so she was nearly invisible to everyone else. Back in the corner, far from the action of the band and dance floor and attention. She sat quietly and watched the club's activities. She had no misconception of what she was. In fact, she was probably harder and meaner on herself than anyone else might be.

Like anyone, she had her dreams and wishes. At one time, she had been as pretty and svelte as any of those girls strutting and teasing. Life happens, though, when you live through family tragedy, pain, and depression. By the time she pulled herself back up … this was what she was. Big. Some would say fat. The term is BBW. She knew what she was. Sure, she tried to regain her former self, but the real fight was pulled away from her. She was proud to have just survived it all.

So, she sat and watched. No illusions of being a participant. She was a witness, a spectator. She knew what she was, and what she wasn’t. She didn’t belong out there, but there was a part of her that still wished she could. She knew none of the guys chasing the girls would even notice her. She watched. She dreamed. She still dreamed of what it would be like to be desired, truly desired. She dreamed of someone who wanted to hold her and show her the excitement of being wanted, as those girls knew.

She often wondered why she came, why she did this to herself. All she had was that silly dream that was played out for others here. So, she came.

* * * *

He finally decided he’d waited long enough. For whatever reason, she was an observer of the spectacle. Now he was curious why. Why was she here if just to watch?

He asked the server what the woman was drinking and ordered another plus another bourbon for himself. He weaved his way through the throng to her table.

She thought the guy was rude for standing in front of her table until she looked up to find him holding two drinks, one being what she had been drinking. She looked at him, surprised and wary. Was some guy approaching her?

“Hi, my name is Adam,” he said loudly to be heard. Adam was tall, probably 6’ 2”. He was black with short black hair and on the heavy side. “Would you mind if I join you? Places to sit are at a premium.”

She watched him for a moment longer before gesturing to the chair opposite hers. She reached her hand across the table, “My name is Millie.”

They exchanged more pleasantries and he slid her wine across the table.

Adam studied her a bit more from a closer vantage and was pleased. Millie was certainly a BBW, white, with long dark hair. When she relaxed, she had a very nice smile. He also confirmed his first impression: her breasts were quite large, possibly DD, which for her body seemed only a bit too large.

He decided to take a chance. He leaned forward in the hopes of not having to talk too loudly. “I don’t mean to offend you, or to intrude, Millie, but I couldn’t help noticing you. You have been here quite a while and have remained by yourself. You don’t seem interested in being out there, just to remain here.”

She studied him. What was he up to, she wondered? But, what the hell. Maybe the truth will send him on his way. “Adam, I have no delusions of what I am to these people or to people in general. I know I am heavy and not attractive to them. That doesn’t mean …” she stopped and thought. Why was she saying anything? What difference would any of it make? She sighed deeply and sipped from her wine.

“Look … Adam, everyone has dreams, wishes, if only’s. Look out there. Isn’t that what that is? People chasing their dreams? In this case, it is contact, personal contact, a relationship. Of course, many are hoping they get laid. Don’t we all?”

“Dreams?” Adam repeated. “Really look out there, Millie. Almost all those people are playing the game that this club designed for them to play. Attractive people hoping to get laid. But very few of them will get lucky. Do you know why?” She stared back at him and raised her eyebrows. “None of this is real. The pretty women come here for the excitement, but most will leave with the girlfriends they came with. The guys, though, play the game of chasing them. In the end, what do most of them get?” He watched her. “Nothing, Millie. They drink, maybe too much, and leave alone … again.” He watched again. “That’s the dream?”

“What are you doing, Adam? What are you saying?”

He watched her and made his decision. “Can we go somewhere quieter? There’s a coffee shop down the street that is still open.”

She gazed at him and finally nodded. She was intrigued. Hell, someone noticed her. Someone was really focused on her. Someone saw her.

Forty-five minutes after arriving and sitting down with their coffee, they were still talking. They were both leaning into the small table that separated them, intent on their talk, intent on the other person’s talk, and intent on each other. Within the talk were some laughs. They talked about themselves and each other. They talked about what they did, what they wanted.

Finally, “You said you want to live, you want to experience things and feelings, and that you want to explore and try. You said you weren’t necessarily looking for a relationship like a boyfriend leading to marriage, necessarily.” She nodded. She had said all that. “Millie, I think you are looking for someone who desires you and who wants to explore his own desires and experiences. You want a situation … a relationship, maybe, where you can release yourself, release yourself fully, in order to explore and feel those experiences.”

Millie leaned away from the table. She stared at him. Once again, she looked at his face and expression, his body, and how he held himself. She was a BBW, a self-professed BBW. She knew she was, and she would see it reflected in the looks from others she encountered, even her so-called casual friends. Here was a man, though, who was similar. He was heavier, but he carried himself with confidence. Was it only because he was a man?

He reached across the table and took her hand. “You’re still thinking about your size. Millie, to get what you want, to recognize any opportunity that might come, you have to get past that reaction that your image is somehow wrong.” He gazed into her eyes. He held her attention as he held her hand. “Society, Millie. Society is cruel. Those people in that club … most people can’t compete with that image. And, despite that reality, everything in advertising and image shout that their appearance is what everyone should be like. It isn’t real.”

“It is real, though, Adam. That is what the standard is to be compared to,” she retorted.

He chuckled. “Sorry for the laugh, I know you feel the negative. Not that long ago, though, the Rubenesque figure was the standard for painters and sculptures. Millie, you were the standard. All I am saying is that you need to accept what you are. You are beautiful, Millie. You are desirable.”

She stared at him. He seemed serious. He wasn’t just making a move on her. He was really talking to her and focusing on her.

“Tell me, Millie. What are you REALLY looking for? You are at those clubs because of your dream, you said. You dream of being wanted like those people. But we’ve already established that those people are really only playing a game, a game only a few might feel they succeed at by the end of the night. What is it you really want? I don’t think it is a mindless hook-up. Is it a potential boyfriend leading to a wedding ring, a white picket fence, and kids? Or, is it more? Is it that you want to explore what experiences are, what feelings are, what you can feel, and what can excite you in your body and soul? What is it?”

It was too much. He was right, though. What did she want? All those options and directions she could take. What was she wanting, really wanting? Her brain wouldn’t stop whirling. Too much. He simply smiled. He understood. It was okay. He gave her his phone number. She should think, he said. Think about what she really wanted. Call him if she wanted. Simple. No pressure. He leaned over the table and kissed her hand. Simple. No pressure. So meaningful, though. She watched him leave. She knew she would be able to think of nothing else until she came to a decision, just as he put it to her. What did she REALLY want? What did she desire? NO, she realized, sitting at the table alone. Desire, real desire, was part of what she desired.

She knew she had to formulate her thoughts. Then, and only then, could she call him.

* * * *

After Millie came to the conclusion that Adam had encouraged her to do, it was like stepping outside into a hurricane. She fought to focus on everything that came at her. She began seeing herself, not as society would dictate, but really seeing herself. For the first time in … forever? … she stood naked in front of the mirror, and she really looked at herself. Yes, her breasts were large, and sagged as a result. Her hips were wide, and her belly was plump and soft. Forgetting society, though, as Adam had told her, she saw her curves. She remembered Adam’s description: Rubenesque. She was curvy, voluptuous, full-figured, whatever else might be used to describe it. But, she came to see, it wasn’t simply fat. BBW included ‘beautiful’.

Millie came to another realization: Adam. Adam, in his simple, non-threatening, no pressure way, had opened her eyes, given her encouragement for not only hope, but action, too. Adam. What DID she really want? He had challenged her with that. Adam. She would start with Adam. Adam had already given the start.

Millie called Adam. He not only answered, but he was happy to hear her voice. They talked for half an hour, much of it being casual and light-hearted. They talked about what she was thinking, how he had changed the way she thought.

Finally, “Adam,” Millie said with some caution, “you’ve already helped me so much. I don’t want to be a bother for you, but … can we meet? Some place is quiet and private. I feel like I have so much to explore, and you’ve allowed me to begin.”

“Of course, Millie,” he immediately replied. “I already know I like you, and I am pleased if I had anything to do with you feeling better about your self-image.” There was a pause. He knew what he wanted to offer, but was it too early? “Millie, how about meeting at my apartment? We’ll be private, and it will be quiet so we can talk. You can admit whatever you want without anyone else hearing.”

She hesitated. His apartment? She just met him. But she knew without his encouragement and support, she’d still be thinking about only being a witness to life. She agreed.

That Friday, she knocked on his apartment door, and it flew open like he had been standing there waiting. She smiled at that. She smiled at him. She felt so good, so empowered just seeing him again.

He offered her a glass of wine, and they sat on the sofa in the living area of his apartment. It was an open layout with a kitchen with a counter separating it from a small dining area, and a living room in front of a sliding door leading to a balcony. Off to the side was a short hallway to a bathroom and bedroom. Small, but it was clean and comfortable.

They talked. She recognized she was more animated with him than she could remember being for a very long time. Her wine glass was empty, but he wasn’t plying her with more. She liked that. She liked that she was clear-headed. She liked that he continued to pull her thoughts out. And, he did it without pressuring her.

After still more talk, he gazed at her next to him. He had a goofy smile on his face. She got a nervous smile on her face. “What?” she asked.

“You,” he replied. His smile remained. “You’re just so … energized. It’s like you’ve figured something out about yourself, and it is showing up in a new confident approach to yourself, an attitude you’re reflecting.”

“That’s it, Adam. Thanks to you, that’s the way I feel,” she said excitedly to him.

“So, you talked before about wanting, about desiring what others had, and you didn’t. But, you see, what others mostly had was a game to play? Most didn’t realize the prize you thought was theirs for the taking?”

“Yes,” she responded. “I see what you meant. What I want, though, is to feel that want and desire. I want to feel wanted. I want to feel desired and to desire in return.” She hesitated. Should she tell him? She wanted to. It was because of him, after all. “Thank you, Adam. You’ve shown me so much. I mean … I had a breakthrough of sorts. You know how I felt about myself, about my body. I thought I was just fat. You, though, you saw me differently.” She hesitated again. “I stood naked in front of the mirror … maybe the first time in a long time,” she blurted out. “I owe that to you, Adam. I saw what you told me. I forgot the part of BBW that was beautiful. You were right, Adam, I am curvy, full-figured. Yes, heavy, soft, but still curvy.”

He laughed, “Sorry, the laugh was just my pleasure.” He looked at her sitting next to him. He decided he had to. He had to encourage her further for several reasons and effects. “Stand up for me, Millie.” She hesitated. “Please. Humor me.”

She shrugged and stood, turning in front of him. “I want to see you, Millie.” She scrunched her eyebrows, confused. She was standing right in front of him. He smiled, “I mean, like you saw yourself.”

Her eyes went wide. “You mean … naked?” He nodded. Simply nodded. He said it, but he didn’t press. She smiled. She couldn’t help it. He wants to see her … HER … body. He was the one who had convinced her in the first place. He WANTED to see her.

She began unbuttoning her blouse. He sat back to watch. A comfortable smile showed, and his eyes were glued to her fingers opening her blouse, sliding it off her shoulders, and letting it fall down her arms. She dropped it on a chair and quickly, with confidence that surprised her, pushed her slacks down her legs. She stood in her bra and panties. Neither was sexy, but Adam smiled at her.

“I knew it. I knew you had the curves of a beautiful woman, Millie. You just had to let yourself believe it.”

She blushed. She was in her bra and panties in front of this man she hardly knew, while feeling like he was so important to her, so instrumental in her feeling better about herself.

She discreetly took a breath, committed now to get what she wanted. “Do you … still want to see the rest?” she shyly asked.

“God, yes,” he replied excitedly.

She felt like she was beet red. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, let the straps fall from her shoulders, but she held the cups to her breasts. “My breasts are too big to be firm,” she uttered.

“Of course. You’re a big woman, Millie.”

She lowered her hands, the bra cups leaving her breasts. She watched him for disappointment. His face reflected only pleasure and joy. She lifted one breast before she even thought of what she was doing. He smiled. Emboldened, she pushed her panties down. She was naked … fully naked before him.

“Will you humor me more?” She nodded shyly. Where was this courage coming from? “Walk to the balcony door and back.”

“The balcony door? Someone might see me,” she exclaimed.

“I see you, Millie. You’re beautiful. So what if someone out there sees you? You don’t know them, and they don’t know you. In fact, stand at the sliding door and peer out for a moment before turning and coming back.”

Oh my God! He wants to expose me. She couldn’t believe she wanted to do just that. It’s so exciting. He likes her body. She likes her body now, too. Why not have the pride to show it? She turned from him and walked to the glass door. For a moment, she peered outside and began noticing things she hadn’t paid any attention to before. Then, she remembered she was naked. She turned and walked back to him.

He had a bigger smile on his face. “What?” she inquired.

“Your breasts,” he replied, “your big, beautiful breasts. You can’t move without them moving, too. I love how they bounce and jiggle with your steps. God, that’s sexy.”

She blushed again. She put her hand on her hips and held his eyes with hers. “Okay, Adam. I showed you mine … now show me yours.”

His smile evaporated. “What?”

“You heard me. I was brave enough to show you my new sense of confidence. Show me you are as confident in your body.”

She was challenging him. He never thought this would go in this direction. He thought she could be a friend, but this?

He stood in front of her and quickly undressed until he was standing as naked as she was. They stared into each other’s eyes. He reached out to touch her hand, and she grasped onto it, still staring into his eyes. She was too nervous to do anything else.

Adam broke the awkwardness. “You said you wanted to be wanted. You said you wanted to be desired.” She nodded. “Look down, Millie. This is what wanting you and desiring you does.” She looked down and saw his cock hardening. She also saw just how large it was as it hardened. Her mouth opened. At the same time, he gently tugged on her hand, and he moved to her. Their bodies touched, but his cock touched first. She gasp and her hand found it, wrapped around it. She looked up at him quickly.

His smile had turned tentative, his nervousness showing through it. “I didn’t think this would happen, Millie. I’m glad it did, though. Can I kiss you?”

She nodded and moved slightly closer. Her breasts pressed into his chest, and his cock pressed into her abdomen. She gasped as their lips touched, and his hands stroked along her back and pulled her in tighter. She felt his cock harden even more against her, and she realized she was pressing her hips into his.

“Thank you, Adam,” she gasped into his mouth.

“What … for what?” he mumbled uncertainly.

“For making me feel this way. Your very real response to desiring me.”

He kissed her hard, his hand pulling her butt tightly to him so his cock pressed harder against her. “God, I love this new you, Millie. Will you trust me?” She shyly nodded, and he led her down the short hall to his bedroom.

Only days ago, she thought, she was feeling so negative about herself. Now, she was following him to his bedroom. They were both naked, and she was trusting him without questioning him. He had brought her this far. She was loving this new her, too.

He led her into his bedroom and stopped at the edge of the bed. She looked at it before turning her eyes on him. She looked down at his hard cock pointing at her. She looked up at his face. He reached out, took her hand, and gently placed it on his hard cock. She tensed but didn’t pull her hand off it. A hard cock, her mind exclaimed. He placed a hand on her breast, and she shivered. But, again, she didn’t pull away.

“I want you, Millie. I desire you. I want to show you how much I desire you. I want to hold and please you. I want to give you the knowledge of being wanted and desired.”

She stepped into Adam and pressed her body into his. She squeezed his cock, “Adam, you’ve done so much for me without pressure. You want to give this to me, but I want to show you I’m ready to accept and appreciate being wanted.” She reached up and kissed him. “Please, I want you to satisfy your desire and show me mine.” She hugged him and sighed. She softly added, “I have no experience, Adam. You’ll have to show me.”

He smiled at her and guided her onto the bed. She lay on her back and waited, her breathing rising and her body tense. He kissed her on the lips and slowly kissed down her body. He kissed and sucked at her breasts. He kissed down her stomach to her abdomen. She gasped when he kissed her pubic mound. He spread her legs, and he kissed and tongued deeper, covering her pussy lips. When his tongue slipped between her lips and found her hole, she gasped and moaned. He raised her knees to expose her pussy more and licked and probed her pussy.

“Adam,” she gasped, “I want … oooooo … God, Adam …”

He pressed a finger into her pussy as his lips captured her clit. Another finger was added and she moaned deeply. Her hips rose off the bed, her hands grasping the bedding.

“Oh God … OH GOD! … Adaaammmmm!” she exclaimed in orgasm.

He softly licked her pussy for some moments, with his fingers toying with her nipples as she slowly eased down from orgasm. He kissed his way back up to her lips, where he covered her mouth and face with soft kisses. He lay next to her, cuddling her and lightly caressing her body.

She turned her face to him, “My God, Adam, what did you do to me? I thought you were going to get your pleasure with me.”

He lightly kissed her again. “I still intend to.” He smiled. She giggled.

“How do you intend to use me, kind sir?” she smiled.

“I want you to ride me. I want you to ride my cock.” She looked puzzled. He laughed, “I want to watch your breasts bounce as you bounce up and down. Did I mention I like to watch your breasts?”

She laughed and threw her leg over him. She reached between her legs to grasp his cock and blindly moved it and herself until it sank into her hole. She gasped, not moving as the feeling of penetration by a thick cock in her pussy. Her eyes closed, she allowed her body to sink slightly, the cock penetrating her deeper and deeper. She gasped and sighed and moaned as she worked more and more of the cock into her until she was sitting on his thighs.

“Oh, Adam … I love this … feeling of you … inside me.” She rose up and dropped down. She glanced down and saw her breasts bounce wildly. “Adam … Adam … tell me … what to do … to please you.”

“Dear Millie,” he gasped, “you please me by wanting to please me. We will learn from each other.”

She leaned forward, her hands braced on his chest, her hips rising and dropping. He reached up and captured one of her breasts. He raised his head and sucked at the nipple. The other breast continued to bounce and sway. She thought all of it was wonderful and amazing, and she felt something inside her changing, evolving, and transforming her.

“Oh, Adam … I’m going to cum again … I want you to cum … I want you satisfied,” she gasped.

“Cum, Millie, always accept … your orgasm. I will too. I will continue to fuck until I do.”

She exploded in orgasm, collapsing onto his chest, gasping and panting, her legs and body shaking. Before her orgasm even began recovering, he rolled them over and began fucking hard and deep. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist, her arms around his neck as he drove his cock deep and hard into her. She continued gasping and realized her orgasm never completely ebbed, and the next orgasm was quickly rising. When she felt his cock swell and pulse in her clasping pussy, he felt her orgasm release at the same time his cock began spewing thick ropes of cum into her.

She clutched him tightly as their bodies jointly reacted in orgasm and climax.

With panting and gasping breath, “Oh, Adam … thank you … thank you.”

Many minutes later, he walked Millie back to the living room. They remained naked, and she felt slightly more comfortable. He poured her another glass of wine, and he had another beer. They sat on the couch, but this time his arm was around her, and she leaned heavily into him. She lightly stroked his soft cock as he lightly stroked her breast and nipple.

“Can we do it again, Adam?” He was surprised but smiled. She was surprised that her desire for more came out of her mouth.

“Can you spend the night?” he asked. She nodded. “Then, we can do it a lot more.” She smiled as she sipped her wine. She liked this new her.

They fucked several times during the night. In the morning, they slept late and woke slowly. She rolled over into his body, her leg and arm casually found their way over his. She kissed him, and he returned it.

“Can I ask you something?” She nodded. He could ask her anything now. “You wanted to feel wanted, to be desired, and to feel what being desired was like. Have we managed that?”

She nodded shyly. “Yes, Adam. I am sitting here naked in your apartment. We’ve fucked … gosh, how many times,” she giggled. “I love it all, Adam. I love you for showing it all to me.” She leaned harder into his body. “I like you touching me,” she uttered as she lightly stroked his soft cock, “and I like touching you. I want to explore all this, Adam.” He smiled.

* * * *

A month of weekend nights together encompassed so much of what Millie hadn’t known was possible within her. They talked about so many things, things about Millie, but also things about Adam. They quickly learned so much about each other during the long moments between the moments of urgent and consuming intimacy that stunned both of them. They talked about the sex they both enjoyed unconditionally. They had sex, a lot of sex. Adam introduced new positions to try, and Millie found herself intrigued, excited, and even compelled to explore anything and everything Adam suggested. She found she loved exploring his body and him exploring hers. She wanted more. Through Adam, she felt transformed from the insecure ‘fat’ woman she had believed herself to be to the beautiful, curvy woman Adam convinced her to believe. She loved that new image of herself.

It was late morning on another Saturday that Millie was spending with Adam. They had enjoyed their bodies that previous night and again upon waking in the morning. They had spent the morning naked while eating, talking, and predictably finding themselves back in bed. Millie had fucked Adam by riding his long, thick cock, turning from cowgirl to reverse cowgirl without pulling off his cock. After her orgasm and finding the strength to continue fucking him to his climax, she collapsed onto his chest while holding his cock inside her clenching pussy as long as possible.

While softly caressing her bare back to her butt, Adam carefully asked, “Where are we going with this, Millie?”

She raised herself so she could rest her chin on her crossed arms over his chest. She gazed at him for a long moment in thought while studying his face. “I want this,” she confided playfully as she clenched her pussy around his softening cock. He smiled patiently back, but she knew what he was referring to. “This is all so new for me, Adam. I mean all of it: you, the sex, my new confidence.” She reached up to kiss him, feeling her breasts slide over his chest and his cock against her stomach. “You are so important to me, Adam. I want you. I think I need you. But … for now … can we just focus on my continued pursuit of what this has been?”

He smiled, and she thought she detected some mischievousness in that smile. That pleased her. She felt he understood. “Just so I don’t misunderstand and offend you, Millie, what do you mean by your ‘continued pursuit’?” He pulled her butt tight against his cock and pressed up for more contact.

She giggled, “That exactly. Use me, Adam. Challenge me. Dare me. Push me. Test me. I want to experience what there is to experience with you as my guide.” She straddled him and lifted his cock to her open pussy and settled down over his hardening cock, feeling it expand and lengthen inside her. “I love you, Adam. It seems too fast, but I think it is real. I want to be yours. I want you to show me everything you can imagine. Does that sound crazy?”

He gently moved his hips up to press deeper into her as he cupped her face in his hands. He gently kissed her lips, then gazed deeply into her eyes. “I know I love you, Millie. You’re the real woman I’ve looked for. Your beauty is real. Your body is real. You really relate to me without pretense or games. I will do what you want, if that is what you want.” He kissed her again. “Promise me, though, that you say ‘no’ at anytime you aren’t sure of what is happening. I will protect you, but it might still feel like too much. Promise me.”

“I love you, Adam. I promise. But, I’m not worried about you.”