There they were. The Barbie Dolls. The bleached-blond, silicon-enhanced, daddy’s-credit-card-endowed, anorectic airheads, aka the Popular Girls, aka the Cheerleaders. They took their seats at a table in the cafeteria, chittering loudly about the upcoming prom. Dresses, corsages, limos, dates…
Right on cue, a dark-voiced brawling by the entrance announced the arrival of the jocks. They joined their squeaking girlfriends to the sound of kisses and coos. They were too used to the attention to care about all the stares they got from the rest of the cafeteria. They were the Perfect People; the boys muscular and athletic, the girls slim with big tits, all of them with perfect complexion, white teeth, and thick, well-groomed hair. Barbies and Kens. The reason why people referred to Bartel Senior High School as Mattel High.
Paula forced herself to turn her attention to her history book and the political intrigues of Argentina in the mid 40’ies. She got so caught up in what she was reading that she didn’t notice the whole cafeteria suddenly getting quiet, their eyes following the figure approaching her table. Suddenly, someone pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her. Paula looked up.
“Hi Paula,” said Tony Johnson.
“Hi?” said Paula, frowning.
“Remember me?” he asked. “I’m Tony Johnson. We’re in the same chemistry class.”
“Yeah, I know,” she said.
As if she wouldn’t know Tony Johnson! Quarterback, elite pitcher, track star, the spitting image of Shawn Wayans… and the only one of the Popular People who had ever talked to her, although it was just to ask her to pass a flask of citric acid. What surprised her was that he knew who she was, let alone that he talked to her in public. He probably wanted to buy a copy of her chemistry notes, but she couldn’t believe he was stupid enough to ask her in front of the whole cafeteria.
“Would you like to go to the prom with me?” said Tony.
Paula wasn’t the only one who gasped for breath. All the eyes in the room were fixed on the two. Paula froze. So that was what this was all about, huh? The Perfect People were playing a game! Tony Johnson had been sent over to ask her out, so they could get a good laugh at her! She summoned all her dignity, stood up, and collected her books.
“No thanks, ” she said coolly. “I’m not going to the prom.”
She wished she’d been slim and graceful like the Barbies, so she could have swept out of there, instead of waddling off with a tray full of dirty dishes.
Paula muttered some bad words as she strained to reach the English-French dictionary on the top shelf. Why did she have to be this short? She jumped when someone came up behind her, reached up, and grabbed the book. She spun around. She hadn’t noticed Tony Johnson sneaking up behind her.
“Here you go,” he said, and handed her the dictionary.
“Thanks,” she muttered.
NOW what did he want?
“How come you’re not going to the prom?” he asked.
“I’m not interested,” she lied.
“Why not? It’s the most important party of our school years!”
“I don’t go to parties.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed. Why is that?”
Whow! Tony Johnson had noticed that she didn’t go to any parties? No way!
“I’m not the party type. like you and your friends.”
“We’re not THAT bad,” he assured her. “Why not give it a chance? Come to the prom with me! I promise you’ll have a good time!”
“Oh, gimme a break!” said Paula. “Do you really think I’m stupid enough not to understand what’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” said Tony, looking confused. “I’m trying to ask you out, that’s all.”
“Yeah, right!” said Paula. “And how much are they paying you for that?”
“What are you talking about?” said Tony.
“It’s a bet, isn’t it?” said Paula bitterly. “Ask out ugly, boring Paula and see if she’ll fall for it? All your friends are in on it, right?”
“No!” said Tony, looking like he had just bitten into something that tasted really bad.
“It’s nothing like that! I just want to go to the prom with you! My friends have NOTHING to do with this!”
Paula looked at him skeptically.
“Why would you want to go out with me?” she said. “Why don’t you go with one of the PRETTY girls?”
“I think YOU are pretty,” said Tony.
“Yeah, right!” said Paula angrily. “Like I’m gonna fall for that! You think I don’t know what I look like? I’m FAT!”
She bit her lip when Tony moved closer and forced her back against the bookcase.
“Yeah, you’re fat.” he said. “And I think it suits you. You look cuddly. You’re cute. I like big girls.”
“You’ve never shown any interest in me before,” said Paula.
“True,” said Tony. “But I’ve been checking you out for the past 2 months. Didn’t you notice that?”
Hmmm, come to think of it, she HAD caught him looking at her now and then, but she’d merely figured he was looking at someone sitting next to her.
“Besides, you’re smart and nice and easy to talk to,” said Tony. “I’d like to get to know you. Will you come to the prom with me – PLEASE?”
“Promise this isn’t some trick to make fun of me!” said Paula, locking his eyes with hers.
“I promise,” said Tony. “No tricks.”
“OK,” said Paula. “I’ll go with you.”
Rumor quickly got out that Tony “Tiger” Johnson was taking “Paula Plump” to the prom. The reactions varied from astonishment to skepticism, from jealousy to pity; and everyone speculated about what could be Tony’s hidden motive. No-one, especially Tony’s friends, believed that he could really prefer a fat bookworm over the sexy cheerleaders. Paula’s friends kept warning her that the jock was just playing games with her; either he was going too lead her on just to cancel their date just before the prom, or he was hoping to take sexual advantage of her. Whenever they mentioned the latter, Paula felt her heart skip a beat. Sex? With Tony Johnson? She began to secretly check him out properly. He was tall, and muscular from endless hours of sports, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, and a flat stomach where the toned abs were hugged by tight tank tops. He was not just cute, he was also sexy. He moved smoothly, like a dancer, and his voice was deep and dark.
“He’s just trying to get inside your pants!” Paula’s best friend Helen warned her.
“I hope so,” said Paula.
“Oh, please!” said Paula. “I’m 18, I can take care of myself! Besides, it should probably be worth all the bad rumors to get a hunk like Tony Johnson to deflower you! If he tries to seduce me, I’m gonna go for it!”
When the big night had arrived, Paula was a nervous wreck. Hundreds of pessimistic thoughts flew through her head.
5 minutes past. He’s not coming. I knew it. I might as well go and change into my sweat-pants again…
Paula went to get the door.
OK, he DID show up. But he’s got all his friends with him, and they’re gonna laugh at me all dressed up…
“Hi, Paula! Whow, girl, you look beautiful!”
She HAD made an effort. The dress (which had cost her almost all of the money she’d been saving for the past 2 years) was dark blue and had a simply cut model that made her look slimmer. She had put her hair up, too, and a had applied a discrete make-up. Tony – who had come alone, thank God! – was even more handsome than usual in a white suit with a slate grey vest. He looked simply gorgeous.
“Paula? Ask your date to come in, dear!”
Paula froze. Oh, no! This was definitely gonna freak him out!
“You don’t have to…” she started, but he surprised her again.
“Nah, I don’t mind!” he said, and walked into the kitchen. “Hi, mrs Norris… mr Norris…”
Paula felt rather dizzy as she watched the scene in front of her. Tony totally charmed her parents, promising to take good care of her and bring her back home by 1am – sure, the prom ended at midnight, but they were all going out for a midnight snack at McDonalds afterwards…
“Let’s get a picture of the youngsters!” said dad, waving a camera.
“Wait!” said Tony. “Before I forget…”
He pulled out a small box from his pocket and opened it.
A pretty corsage with white flowers. Paula’s throat felt thick. She couldn’t even say “thank you” when Tony put the corsage around her wrist. Her father took several photos of them, and her mother cooed and cried. Paula felt as if she was watching a movie, because this couldn’t really be happening to her, now could it? the dizziness lingered on as she got into the car with Tony and he drove them to school.
“Ready?” he asked.
“What did your friends say when they found out you’d asked me to the prom?” said Paula, suddenly nervous about leaving the safety of the car.
“Man, are you insane? You asked THE BLOB to the prom?”
“You’re not gonna show yourself in public with that thing, are you?”
“Cut it out! She’s a nice girl, OK?”
“Seriously man – you LIKE her?”
“Dude – she’s FAT!”
“I like big girls, OK?”
“Never mind,” he said out loud. They’re gonna like you once they get to know you.”
“You don’t know me.”
He squeezed her hand.
“No,” he said. “But I want to.
She gave him a shy smile, and he grinned back. Finally, she was beginning to trust him!
“Shall we go?” he asked.
It turned out better than she’d hoped. Even though Tony’s friends seemed rather clueless and shallow, they were curious to see what he liked about her, and actually TALKED to her, and the girls complimented her on her dress and her hair. Even though the phrase “you look less fat in that” wasn’t really tactful, Paula still appreciated it, and won their reluctant respect by jokingly remarking “in that case, I should wear this every day.”
She began to relax and enjoy herself, and actually scored an extra point with both the jocks and the cheerleaders at dinner, when the guys commented on how refreshing it was to see a girl actually EAT instead of merely picking her food. Paula explained dryly that she HAD to eat a lot – how else would she be able to keep her overweight?
Tony looked proud when he asked her to dance and lead her out on the dance floor.
“I think they like you,” he said, and put his arms around her.
He couldn’t reach all the way around.
“They’re nice,” said Paula.
“What did you expect, that we were monsters?” he grinned.
“No!” she said, but she was a bad liar.
“You’re a good dancer,” he remarked. “Where did you learn to dance like this?”
“My mum taught me.”
Paula relaxed and just enjoyed herself. She was fat and heavy, yes, but she had a good sense of rhythm, and whenever she danced she felt weightless. Tony’s arms were strong, his body was warm, and he smelled nice. He was nice. Nice and sexy and a great dancer. Could he…really…like her?
A couple dancing by behind them accidentally pushed her closer to his body, and she tensed up. Oh, yeah. He liked her, alright! He leaned in closer and whispered in her ear:
“I’m sorry. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.”
His breath was warm against her skin, and gave her goose-bumps. Was this happening? Tony “Tiger” Johnson had a hard-on from dancing with her?
“Are you mad at me?” he asked.
“No!” she said. “Why should I be angry with you?”
He met her eyes.
“You’re so cool,” he whispered.
She felt her face turn red. He escorted her back to the table, where one of his friends asked her for the next dance. they seemed to have made a pact to make Paula enjoy herself, because she hardly sat down at all that night except for when she went to the ladies room with the girls. She had dreaded such a moment, but they too had agreed to the pact and behaved well.
“How did you get to know Tony?”
“We’re in the same chemistry class.”
“How long have you been dating?”
“We’re not really dating – I mean, he has never asked me out! Before now, that is…”
“He’s like, TOTALLY gonna ask you out again!”
“I don’t know…”
“Oh, he’s got the hots for you, it’s like, OBVIOUS!”
“Don’t you want to go out with him again?”
“I haven’t really thought about it.”
“Well, would you like to?”
“Yeah, sure, why not? He’s nice.”
“Are you going to the after-party at Stephen’s later?”
“I don’t know. Tony mentioned something about everyone meeting up at McDonalds after the prom..?”
“Yeah, right! That’s what we tell our parents!”
“What we’re REALLY gonna do is head over to Stephen. His parents are out of town, so we can have a party there all night!”
“Seems Tony’s already planning on bringing you along.”
Paula bit her lip. He’d lied to her parents? Tony looked at her intently when they came back to the table, and asked her to dance.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, as soon as they got out on the floor.
“The girls told me that they’re going to a party afterwards,” said Paula. “But you told my parents that we were going to McDonalds!”
“Yeah…sorry,” he sighed. “That’s what we tell our parents so they won’t make a fuss. I was going to tell you about it and ask you if you wanted to come to the after-party. “We COULD go to McDonalds, if you prefer that..?”
“No,” said Paula. “Let’s go to Stephen’s party.”
The select few who were going to the party were about 40, including Tony and Paula. She had been a little anxious that the whole scene would turn into “Carrie 2”, but again, the Popular People surprised her by acting human. Shallow and drunk, yes, but human. She noticed that Tony stuck to non-alcoholic drinks all night, since he was going to drive her home later. His consideration swept away the last of her worries, and when he discretely pulled her aside from the everyone else, she followed him without hesitation. He pressed her gently against the wall and kissed her. Paula put her arms around him and pressed herself against him. They made out in the dark. She could feel him grow against her thigh.
“God, you’re sexy!” he whispered in her ear, and squeezed her voluptuous butt.
“You really think so?” she said.
“Would I be this hard if I didn’t think so?” he said, and rubbed his hardness against her.
She reached down and stroke him through the fabric. His dick was long and hard and radiated warmth. She put her fingers around it, rubbed it up and down. He moaned.
“What are you doing to me?”
“Do you like it?”
He pulled her closer and kissed her again. She continued rubbing him while he kissed her neck and shoulders. Suddenly, he pulled away.
“Slow down, girl, I can’t take much more!” he said.
“Besides, I think we need to get going,” he sighed, looking disappointed. “It’s already a quarter to one.”
Her parents would be angry. The entire school would laugh at her if they ever found out. But Paula Norris was going to enjoy her prom night to the fullest! She pulled Tony back into her arms, and moved her large breasts across his chest.
“We don’t have to go quite yet, do we?” she said.
It wasn’t hard to convince him to kiss her again, nor to lure him into one of the guest rooms and lock the door and lie down on the bed. He turned on both of the lamps above the bed.
“No, leave the light off!” Paula protested.
“Please?” he said. “I want to be able to see you.”
“Why?” she said. “I’m so fat!”
“You’re pretty,” he said. “Yeah, you’re fat. I’m sorry, I won’t be false and call you chubby or anything. You ARE fat. But you’re also cute and sexy, and I like you just the way you are. And I want to see your sexy fat body naked!”
“Only if you go first,” said Paula.
“Undress me,” he smiled.
She took his jacket off and put it on the night stand table. She unbuttoned his vest and shirt; it was difficult because he kept distracting her with kisses, and his hands caressed her thighs. When his shirt was open, she reached out and caressed his washboard abs, kissed his cheek, and licked down his neck and chest.
“Mmmmm…” Tony groaned. “Bite me!”
She nibbled on his neck, and he purred like a big, black cat. She moved on to his nipples and sucked them, licked them, bit them gently. Tony whimpered happily.
“Harder!” he said.
She carefully bit harder on his nipple, put her hands on his thighs, and moved them up towards his crotch, her nails scraping against his legs. He grabbed her and pulled her on top of him, lying down on his back.
“Man, you’re hot!” he said. “Come here…”
He pushed the straps down, reached around and pulled the zipper down to her waist. She pulled her dress off, but covered her stomach with her hands. He gently pulled them away.
“Don’t hide,” he whispered. “I want to see you.”
“I don’t feel very sexy,” Paula complained.
“But you are!” said Tony.
He laid her down and pressed his lips to the large roll of fat on her stomach.
“You’re so soft,” he said. “Soft and smooth and pearly white. I want to squeeze you…”
He put his hands around her thick thighs and caressed them roughly.
“I want to taste you…”
He licked all over her belly.
“I want to bite you!”
He jumped down and playfully nibbled on her right butt cheek. Paula shriekes and giggled. He smiled at her.
“You’re all woman,” he said. “Soft, warm, huggable curves.”
He licked the lace on her cups, took each breast in his hands.
“All natural woman,” he sighed.
“It opens in the front,” she hinted.
Tony quickly opened the hooks in her bra and licked her lips. Paula didn’t have breasts, she had udders! He couldn’t hold one with just one hand, but he could squeeze them, lick them, rub his face against them…
“Your hot body makes me hard as a rock!” he moaned. “Touch me, baby! Please!”
She snuck her hand down inside his pants, grabbed the huge tool, but had trouble moving her hand inside the tight pants.
“Take it out!” he whispered.
He had to help her open the belt and the zipper, then he put her hand on his crotch. She pulled out his long, fat dick. It trembled and pulsated in her hand. She moved her hand up and down the shaft, amazed by the size of it.
“Fuck!” he muttered. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny! Paula, baby, you’re so freakin’ sexy!”
Paula beamed with happiness and pride. She still couldn’t understand that he really found her dough-like body sexy, but she loved the way he made her feel.
“I want to eat you out,” he said. “May I?”
“Can I lick you?”
She blushed. Did guys really LIKE that?
“Uh, OK…” she whispered.
He pulled her panties off, spread her legs, and lied down between her thighs.
“God, what a pretty pussy!” he said.
Pretty? She’d never thought about it like that. She jumped when she felt her lips being pressed aside with a light touch of his finger tips, then his warm breath flew over her wet skin – and then there was his tongue, lapping rapidly over her clit, exploring every crease of her skin, teasing her until her thighs trembled. She winced, closed her eyes, and felt her body shiver and shake out of control. It felt incredible. He put her legs together and straddled them. His dick hung down, its head oozed precum over her knees. He placed his dick between her soft thighs, pressed her legs together, and humped them.
“You’re so soft and cuddly all over,” he purred. “So many places I’d like to stick my dick in..! You make me so horny, baby!”
His words would have been offensive, if he hadn’t sounded and looked so sincere, so happy; and if the friction of his dick right next to her clit hadn’t been so arousing.
“Do you have any… protection?” she whispered.
He stopped, and stared at her.
“Are you sure?” he said. “Do you want me to..?”
Paula nodded. Tony pulled back and picked up his clothes. He fished out a condom out of his wallet, and rolled it on quickly, as if he was afraid that she would change her mind. Paula parted her legs, and he got on top of her. God, he was smooth and agile like a panther. And this hunk wanted to be her first lover? She must have saved some orphans from a fire in a previous life, Paula mused.
“OK, here we go…” Tony mumbled.
He put his dick to her wet opening and pressed himself in. Paula tensed up and cried out a little. He lied still, kissing her neck, caressing her hair, waiting for her to relax.
“This is so fucking good!” he whispered. “It’s never been this good before. Paula, baby, you’re the best!”
She put her arms around his neck and pressed herself against his length.
“Can I go on?” he asked.
She nodded, smiling shyly. He was considerate. He moved slowly at first, to let her get used to having such a long, big dick inside her. The more she relaxed, the more she revealed to him that she enjoyed it, the more intense he got, the more passionate he HAD to be. She turned him on so much! He had to bury all of his length deep-inside-of-her!
“Turn around!” he panted, pulling out. “Stand on all four!”
Paula did as she was told, and Tony quickly pushed his dick back in. he grabbed on to the two huge white globes in front of him, squeezed them, watched them bounce for each thrust. He had to force himself not to give in to the urge to slap her butt. She might not like it, since this was her first time and all… he’d save it for another time. Tonight, he didn’t want to scare her off. God, her ass… he could feel the softness of it against his pelvis each time he drove his dick into her wetness. He wouldn’t last very long.
“Come here!” he said.
He turned her around again, ripped the condom off, pressed her tits together, stuck his dick in between them, and fucked them until he shot load after load over her chest. He groaned and gnashed his teeth, emptied himself completely. Afterwards, he collapsed next to her, pulling her into a tight embrace.
“Was that good?” Paula asked.
“Unbe-fucking-lievable!” Tony sighed. “Fuck! You’re some woman, Paula!”
He kissed her temple.
“And you’re mine,” he said.
She looked up at him, smiling, blushing.
“So, how was it for you?” he said. “Your first time and all?”
“Felt great,” she said.
“I better drive you home, or your parents are gonna kill me,” he sighed, but made no motion to get up or let go of her.
“Not just yet,” she said, and curled up against his shoulder.
“What are you doing tomorrow?” Tony asked. “Would you like to go on another date with me?”