Chubby Chaser Ch. 03
 

"Yeah; you see I noticed your eyes on my tits and from what I've heard you like us "larger types" so let me inform you that I'm five feet ten inches measuring a very full and packed 40L-44-56 inches of nineteen-year-old pussy." I flushed red at her frank self-assessment while Hope took a few steps back from the window so that I could see the rest of her body. Her legs were exposed from the knee down revealing thinner calves than one would have thought a girl her size possessed.

PART 3

She said her name was Hope and she acted like I owed her something. The girl had this strange air of self-entitlement that seemed to radiate from her body. I kept going back to the strained look on her face and her angry tone. Hope told me that we were going to fuck in no uncertain terms but I couldn't understand why she would even bother with that stick up her ass. I'm embarrassed to say that I couldn't keep the sight of her enormous breasts out of my mind as I trudged through the remainder of my days wondering if I really would get a chance to pummel the snot out of her box. Hope sent the airhead Faith Budiman to lure me to her home for some sort of confrontation and I made up my mind that I wouldn't end up wherever that was. She truly was a beautiful mixed woman but I didn't know what she had planned. Turns out I wasn't kept waiting as I received a text informing me that she was sitting down the street at a lunch counter.

"So you actually showed up; I'm not surprised considering we haven't slept together yet." She patted a spot on a stool next to her as I wondered how she was able to squeeze in between a number of thinner people already in place.

"Look; what's this all about?" I leaned against the counter instead of sitting there feeling it would be safer on my feet if she made a scene.

"I just wanted to find out what you're like before we sleep together."

"Well geez I seem to have a wealth of riches lately; so whom should I make the check out to Holly?" The lunch counter was one of those trendy fusion places owned by a couple of trust fund babies to those in the know. I was grateful to get a beer although I didn't recognize the label. Holly was picking at a small platter containing some fried rice with large noticeable chunks of pineapple accompanied by some thick looking fried wings covered in sweet