All characters are at least eighteen years of age. If you do not like BBW, this story IS NOT for you. Please comment. Thanks for reading.
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Whistling a soft tune, Eric made his way through the empty high school hallways. Class had already started, but he needed to stretch his legs. Feeling the need to look in a mirror, he headed towards the bathroom. Eric turned a corner to enter the boys' restroom, when he heard a whimper.
The cry of distress was soft, but Eric couldn't ignore it. He listened carefully and heard it again. The sound was definitely coming from someone crying. The moans were coming from the nearby girls' restroom, and the concerned teen frowned.
Eric approached the entrance of the bathroom and stopped. He craned his neck left and right to be sure the hall was clear of wandering eyes, and he cautiously stepped inside.
The smell of cleaning agent was faint, and there was a small standee in the center of the tile floor. It read "Caution: Wet Floor." Eric rubbed his sole into the floor and found it was recently dry. A long mirror clung to the wall opposite a row of stalls and few sinks were placed under the mirror.
Eric continued into the bathroom slowly, following the crying sounds to the last stall. Behind the door he heard a sobbing girl, clearly very upset. Unsure of how to address the situation, he awkwardly extended his arm and knocked.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" he said with uncertainty.
The mystery girl immediately stopped crying and went silent. Eric assumed she was surprised someone cared to investigate, or that she heard a boy's voice in the girls' bathroom. Either way, he waited patiently for the girl to respond.
"Um, no, I'm fine thanks. You probably shouldn't be in here," she said, hiding her distress poorly.
Eric could tell she was fighting back tears. She obviously was deflecting. He knew it wasn't any of his business to pry, but he felt responsible to help now. He no longer cared about getting caught in the wrong restroom.
"I'm more concerned with why you are so upset," he responded, feeling a little more comfortable now that dialogue was established.
"I'm fine, really. Thanks for your concern," her voice assured.
Eric furrowed his brow and ran a hand through his slicked back hair. He didn't want to leave her like this. With a sigh, he pushed on the stall door slowly.
Penny Daniels was sitting in the stall, her face red from her sobbing. She clenched a tissue in one hand, and was wiping away tears with another. When Eric was in full view, she gasped and hung her head low, her long red hair hiding her face.
"Penny? What's going on?" he asked.
"Great. This is just what I needed," Penny sarcastically aimed at herself.
"I want to help if I can. Tell me what happened," Eric tried to sooth.
Penny looked up at Eric and couldn't tell if he was being sincere. She was very distrusting, but thought she might as well say something if he wouldn't leave. Standing up, she looked back down at the ground as she told Eric her torment.
"Stacey and I have the same AP class this period. We sit right next to each other, and every day she always manages to say something hurtful," Penny choked, her feelings becoming harder to bottle.
"Okay, what did she say?" Eric asked, genuinely trying to help.
Penny paused and fought back a wave of tears.
"It's always something about my weight. Today's joke was 'Penny's so fat, not even Dora can explore her,'" she lamented, tears returning to her eyes.
Eric took a moment, and looked at her. Penny was five feet and five inches tall, weighing in at about two hundred, maybe two hundred and ten, pounds. Her body was the type that girls like Stacey could easily joke about. Eric looked to Penny's pretty face.
"Stacey can be a real bitch sometimes. Just because she is skinny, she thinks she is better than other girls," Eric offered, crossing his arms.
Penny dried her tears with the tissue and regained some composure.
"Wow, I thought you would defend her," Penny admitted.
"Why would I do that? What she did was really mean," Eric responded, surprised at Penny's accusation.
"Well, you two..," Penny trailed off.
"Used to fuck?" Eric finished, sensing her unease.
Penny nodded in the affirmative.
"You are always getting girls like Stacey and I never would have thought you would stop to be concerned with someone like me," she self-deprecatingly revealed.
Eric got mad. He wasn't upset with Penny, he was mad at himself. He had feared this is what his reputation was. He was always pressured by his friends to go after all of the popular girls. All of the conventionally "hot" girls were so manufactured and caked with makeup. He would have never shown interest in those skinny bitches if it were not for peer pressure.
Eric used his good looks to sleep with Stacey, Emily, Elizabeth, and Bianca, but he hated fucking all of them. Katy, Mandy, Nicole, and Danielle were all so skinny, and had no curves at all. Eric hated sleeping with all of these girls, but he did it because it was expected. Eric hated it because he had a secret no one knew. He was ashamed of his secret.
"Do you want to know a secret Penny?" Eric asked, wanting to lift the burden on his shoulders.
"Secret?" she questioned softly, shifting her weight to one side.
Eric sighed and prepared to purge the fact from his mind.
"I hate skinny girls. They have no curves at all. I hate how small their breasts are. I hate how boney their asses are. When I was fucking Stacey, I couldn't wait for it to end. She is a terrible lay. I only sleep with these girls because my friends expect me to. None of them know I hate it," he poured, finally admitting it out loud.
Penny stared at Eric with a shocked expression. For several moments nothing was said. Tension was building and Eric wondered if he had made a mistake.
"Are you serious?" Penny asked, her surprise by the confession subsiding.
Eric was so mad at Stacey for hurting Penny. Penny was a beautiful girl. Her bright red hair framed her lovely face perfectly. Her bright green eyes pierced him as she waited for his reply.
"Yes. If Stacey ever makes fun of you again, tell her you know how awful she is in bed because Eric told you. If she doesn't believe you, tell her about her birthmark on her right ass cheek. Tell her I said I would have rather fucked you," he spat.
Eric's eyes widened as a realized what he just said. He was attracted to Penny, but he didn't mean to tell her like that. Penny stared at Eric for a moment, and took a timid step closer to him.
"You would rather have sex...with me?" she asked softly, looking up at the handsome face.
