" She looked up at me, and nodded." She looked up at me, and nodded. She took my hand and I led her into the bedroom, closing the door behind me in case Donna, her roommate, came home. I doubted it, she'd been sleeping over at her boyfriend's place, but you never know. Inside, I let go of her hand; she was extremely passive suddenly, letting me lead in everything. I walked around behind her and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I removed the t-shirt she wore, the one I'd given her that said "Heroes aren't hard to find," and then undid her bra, releasing her wonderfully large breasts. She looked down and said "I'm gaining weight." "I like you like this," I replied. "You know, I look at someone as skinny as Donna and go 'yuck, bruises.'" She smiled. "Do you really like me like this?" "Kris, I love you like this. If you were obese, that's different, but being what society calls 'overweight' is what I consider beautiful. |