My parents separated when I was eight. From that point on I began spending summers with my mother, and the rest of the year with my father. I would have preferred the arrangement the other way around, but I don't remember the family court judge giving me any choice in the matter.
I was sixteen the summer of 1989 and packed my bags for Ohio. My mom had hooked up with some guy that taught Civil War history at a private college there. He was nice enough, but I could tell he didn't want me around. So I did my best to oblige him and spent a lot of time walking around the town. It was just a little college town. Ohio must have a dozen just like it. Lots of greenery, lots of middle class neighborhoods, Norman Rockwell-esque downtown. Nothing much ever happens.
I was out one day on my hours long walks, listening to my Walkman and not paying much attention to what I was doing when I bumped into this lady. She had been carrying a big portfolio and all of her papers scattered everywhere.
"Shit!" she yelled "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
She glared at me. She was kind of cute, I thought. Early 30s maybe, about my height, a BBW with brownish-red hair, big green eyes and huge tits. A light breeze had caught her papers and began blowing them around. I rushed to gather them up.
"Sorry," I said. "I didn't see you there."
She jerked her papers back and frowned. "Obviously."
I had noticed the papers were all drawings. Pencil sketches mostly.
"Are those yours??" I asked. "The drawings I mean, did you draw them yourself??"
"Who else's would they be??" She asked, packing them back into the portfolio.
"They're really good." I said.
"And you'd be an experienced critic of art, huh??" She muttered, still pissed at me.
"Not especially," I said. "But I draw myself."
"Nice," she frowned. "Let me guess, superheroes, robots and monsters?? I bet you and your friends do your own graphic novels right??"
I briefly considered telling her to go fuck herself. Instead I just stared at her. "Damn, why are you so pissed at me?? I apologized for knocking your papers out of your hand."
The look in her eyes softened and she sighed. "Sorry. Its been a long day."
"I don't draw superheroes or make comics by the way," I smiled. "I do Pencil portraits, oil paintings. I have a few works featured back in Oregon. My hometown's creative arts center. Student section."
"Nice," the ghost of a smile finally touched her lips. "So you really liked my work??"
"What I saw of it, yeah," I nodded.
"So what are you doing here, oregon??"
"I spend summers with my mother."
"Ah, gotcha," she said. "Well, I've got to go. Was nice meeting you."
"Ryan." I said.
"Ryan, right," she nodded. "Kim."
We shook briefly, and then I watched her leave. She had a really nice ass.


I didn't see Kim again until about a week later. I'd come into town with my mom, and had decided to stay a while after she finished shopping. I told her I'd walk back home. As I was passing a little shop called "The Muse" I saw Kim inside, behind the register. I walked in, tinkling the bell above the door.
She smiled when she saw me. "Hey, Oregon."
"Hey, Ohio." I smiled back. "You work here."
"You ask a lot of dumb questions kid," she said, teasing. "Neh, I'm robbing the place. I was about to open the register and steal all the money when you walked in."
"Want to split it??" I asked.
She laughed. "What can I do you for??"
"This is a nice place," I said, looking around at all the art on display. "You do these??"
"Some of them," she said. "But I won't tell you which. That'll keep you honest. Which ones do you like??"
I was attracted to some of the art with darker themes. Particularly one painting that showed a sobbing little girl sitting in a high chair with legs about ten feet tall, all by herself in a house where the walls were cracking and peeling, and the floor looked covered in about a century's worth of dust. It was called Lizzie's Nightmare. Price tag: $40.
"I want that," I said, pointing at it. "That's amazing."
Kim brightened. "I did that. It was an actual dream of mine, when I was a little girl."
I opened my wallet and pulled out a couple of twenties. Kim rang up the sale. "I'd just give it to you, but I'm not rich enough to be that generous. I will forget the sales tax though."
"Thanks."
"So, you need to show me some of your stuff," she told me. "I want to see your work."
"Its back in Oregon." I told her.
"Do something here then," she said. "I have a small studio in back. Go get creative."
"I can't just turn it on like that," I explained. "I have to be in a certain frame of mind. The mood has to be right."
"I knew you were bullshitting me," she waved a hand.
"Your putting me on the spot, huh??" I laughed.
"An artist makes art," she said. "If your an artist, go make art."
"Ok then," I sighed, still grinning. "In the back??"
"In the back." she repeated.
I vanished behind the green bead curtain into the backroom and plugged my headphones into my Walkman. I needed inspiration. I flipped off the cassette player and went to radio, scanning until I found the local classical station. Hector Berlioz, Symphonie Fantastique, Dream of a Witches Sabbath. Perfect. I started working. I reemerged about an hour later with a fantasy drawing. It was Kim, looking absolutely stunning as a witch stirring a huge cauldron inside her forest home, her familiar (a black cat, of course) curled happily at her feet.
"Oh.... my.... God." Her mouth hung open as she starred at the flimsy piece of paper.
"Its not that great," I told her. "It was rushed."
"This is incredible," she said. "What do you mean it isn't that great?? Can I buy it off you??"
"No," I said. "You can have it."
She started to open the till and give me back my forty. I refused, taking my small framed drawing of Lizzie's Nightmare and heading for the door. "Hey wait!'
I stopped.
"You want a summer job??" She asked. "I can't pay you a salary, but you can make art and sell it up front. You keep 100% of the profits."
I thought about it. "Yeah, sure. That'd be great."
"Start tomorrow??" She asked.
"Tomorrow." I nodded.
"Bye, Oregon!"
"Bye, Ohio."


Mom and her guy were both pretty jazzed over the news. Mom was proud and her guy was thrilled I wouldn't be around much between breakfast and dinner.
So I started working with Kim six days a week, and then saw her every Sunday too, when we'd usually go out someplace like a cemetery where we'd do gravestone rubbings or out to some podunk area where we'd sit and do pencil sketches of old barns, rusting farm equipment abandoned in overgrown fields, or just anything. Kim was my muse though, so she figured prominently in a lot of my drawings.
I didn't think she received much attention from the opposite sex, at least not in a long time because she was starved for the little ego boosts my attention provided. I personally wasn't sure why guys didn't like her. Sure she was a little heavy, but she wasn't anywhere near sloppy fat and she was really pretty.
I began to notice her flirting a little from time to time, blushing a lot, and laughing a little too loud and for a little too long at all my terrible jokes. And the one time I complained of a sore neck from sleeping in a bad position the night before, she insisted on my leaning back against her while she gently massaged my shoulders. We just sat like that in an old field most of that summer day, with her kneading the soreness away and something unspoken but very much felt, passing between us.
She began calling me at night when I'd go home. My mom asked if it was Kim, because she thought that was a little inappropriate, but I lied and told her I'd met a girl my age. Well, she sounds pretty old to me, my mom said. I didn't care.
"I miss you," Kim purred over the phone one night. I was lying on my bed in the dark, it was about a quarter til 1 a.m.
"Do you??" I asked.
"Mhmm," she sighed. "Do you miss me??"
"Whenever we aren't together," I told her, smiling.
She made an awww sound and giggled. "Wish you were here."
"Why's that??" I asked.
"My pussy's so wet," she said. "I've been lying here thinking about you."
"You just made me so hard," I told her.
A giggle. "Did I??"
"Very hard." I said.
"How big is your cock??" She asked.
I told her. "Mmmmm," she sighed again. "I wish it was inside me right now. Come see me baby. Please??"
I thought about it. Kim's place was no easy walk from my mom's.
"I'll let you do anything you want to me if you come over," Kim promised.
I slid my legs out of bed and picked up my shoes.


"And where do you think you're going??" My mom asked.
"My friend's house." I said.
"At this time of night??"
"Aw, let him go," the professor said. "He's young, its summer time. Young Love."
Mom frowned.
"Just remember to use protection kiddo," the professor said, winking. "Your mom's way too young to be a grandmother."
"I can't believe your encouraging him!" I heard my mom mutter as I left the house, shutting the door behind me. Her guy didn't care if I was going to set fires or sacrifice babies in some pagan ritual, he just wanted me out of the house. Which was fine by me.


I made the trip to Kim's place in record time, only hiding from the local cops once (a curfew was enforced). I pressed the buzzer and a moment later I heard her walking toward the door, she opened it a crack, saw me and smiled.
"You came!'
"Not yet," I joked.
She didn't get it at first, then started laughing. "Oh you."
I walked into the house and she shut the door behind me. She was wearing a sheer negligee of some sort. I could see her tits and pubic hair, it formed a perfect, trimmed delta between her legs.
"You like??"
"Oh yeah," I nodded, my cock concurring with the sentiment by growing rapidly in my pants.
She came to me and we kissed. She was starved for affection. She mashed her lips against mine and her tongue probed my mouth. I reached behind her and grabbed two handfuls of ass and held tight.
We stumbled more than walked, without ever breaking the kiss to a couch and collapsed onto it. I shifted around until I had the dominant position. She opened her legs and wrapped them around me, while we kept kissing. I started grinding against her and she moaned.
"Take off your clothes," she said breathlessly. "I need to be fucked now. I can't wait another second."
I undressed and re-mounted her, pushing my almost painfully erect cock deep inside her wet pussy. I started pumping my hips, really slamming it inside her and she moaned louder and louder, her hands roaming across my back. In-between her moans she kept repeating "Oh, fuck me...fuck me...fuck me..."
I felt her belly and tits rolling in soft waves beneath me with each thrust. I lost myself in the moment, the feel of her soft, warm skin, the smell of the floral scented shampoo she'd used on her hair, the sound of her lusty moans, the wetness and grip of her vagina, the sound of the couch rocking back and forth, the smell of our sex. Finally I exploded inside of her and my body went totally rigid as I groaned with release. I finally slumped down, relaxed as little tremors continued to travel up and down my body for a few moments.
"Don't pull out yet," she pleaded. "Please. Leave it in."
I lay there, still inside of her, now kissing her again. "Maybe," I suggested between kissing," we should take this to bed. I'm staying the night."
"Really??" She brightened. "All night??"
"Mhmm," our lips smacked as we kissed. "My mom and her ol' man think I'm seeing some little bimbo. They're totally cool with it."
Kim laughed. "Nice."

In bed, Kim slicked her hands with massage oil and gave me a full body massage as I recovered from that first big orgasm. She took her time, slowly sliding her baby soft hands over every contour of my body from the bottoms of my feet, to the back of my neck, belly and back. By the time she was nearing completion I told her I could go again, so she leaned down and began kissing and running her long pink tongue along the head and shaft of my cock. She even sucked my balls, then began giving me a blowjob. It felt amazing. I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip as she sent a steady stream of electric sensation coursing through my body. She stopped once, to rub her huge tits all over my cock, then sandwich it between them, tit fucking me before going back to her talented mouth and finishing me off. I blew my second load in her mouth and she swallowed every drop.
Cuddling afterwards, she planted little kisses on my neck.
"Where have you been all my life baby??"
I nuzzled her neck with my face.
"Eat my pussy??" She asked. "I'd love that so much."
"I've never done it before," I told her. "I might suck at it."
"You learn by doing baby," she kissed me.
I crawled down between her thighs, kissing the milky white flesh and then eating her pussy as best I could. She kept me down there a really long time, until her body was wracked with a series of spasms. Our sex had made the bed very wet in spots.
I thought I could cum again by the time I finished, so I mounted her and rode her pussy again. Fast and rough, just the way we both liked it. My third ejaculation was just as intense as the first two, but not nearly as much of a gusher. We fell asleep in each others arms afterwards.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of birds chirping and sunshine coming through the mostly closed blinds. I was still nude and in bed. Kim wasn't there. I yawned and slid my legs out of bed, picking my underwear up off the floor.
I found Kim in a second bedroom she'd converted into a little studio, she was working on something. When she saw me she smiled.
"Morning baby."
"Hey," I smiled back, wrapping my arms around her and nuzzling her neck.
"What do you think??" She asked.
I looked at her drawing. It was a rough of me sleeping.
"I sketched it really quick in the room earlier," she said. "I'm going to do a reverse sleeping beauty. You, Sleeping Beauty, and I, the fair lady knight, waking her one true love with a kiss."
"Am I your one true love, sugar bear??" I asked.
We kissed. "You know it, lover."
"What happens when I have to go back to Oregon??" I asked.
"Don't bring that up, please," she frowned. "I'm trying not to think about that."
"Sorry."
"Its ok," she sighed. "You want breakfast??"
I was hard. Morning wood. "I want more of what I had last night."
She smiled. "Me too."
We went back to bed and fucked all morning.


The summer of 1989 did eventually come to an end, and I did return to Oregon. Kim and I kept in contact for a while, through phone calls and letter writing. But eventually I fell for a girl my own age at school, and I felt increasingly guilty continuing my long distance affair with Kim. I broke things off, and she said she understood. She didn't think we should speak again, and when I returned to Ohio the next summer I wouldn't find her there. She was moving back to Pennsylvania to take care of her sick mother. I never heard from her again. But I did see her again. Just a few nights ago I found her Facebook by Googling her full name. She's older, of course, and a lot heavier than she once was. But she's still one of the prettiest women I've ever seen. I decided not to message her. We've been done a long time now. Its best I keep it that way.

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by Anonymous on Mar 14, 2014 at 9:30 AM

If your post was fiction, it was wonderful and really well written. If it's a true confession, that just makes it even better. Well done.

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by Anonymous on Mar 15, 2014 at 5:48 AM

Same here that is one of the best stories I have read.thank you

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by Anonymous on Mar 15, 2014 at 6:27 AM

Really well written

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by Anonymous on Mar 16, 2014 at 4:45 AM

Many thanks for the compliments. Its humbling. The story really happened. Finding Kim's Facebook brought everything back so clearly that I decided to try and write it all down. I've read so many stories here that I wanted to contribute one of my own, although due to the length I wasn't sure how well received it would be.

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by Anonymous on Mar 23, 2014 at 6:11 PM

I would contact her. I had a fling with an older woman when I was 16, I wish I could say hi to her now, she helped shape much of my sexual taste and taught me a lot. I bet she would be thrilled.

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by Anonymous on Apr 22, 2014 at 4:08 PM

Wow... a great one. Have no words fr it. I wud really like to see the art work though.

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