I usually don't write in the first person, but I've been experimenting with it recently. I prefer playing in god mode, or third person, so I can tell the whole story, not just one characters perspective.
I've been having a good time with this story, so I hope you have fun reading it.
I believe in love at first sight. Instant love that grows on itself like a virus multiplying out of control. I like to let my characters be in love, and let the world worry about itself.
To open this chapter, our hero and heroine Brent and Sarah, meet by accident. They form an almost instant attachment, and things grow from there.
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This is the story of how I met the love of my life. She's the reason I live now, and I don't want to even think about what I would do without her.
I was going over to my buddy Steve's house to pick up some weed when I walked into a wall.
No, that's not right. The wall walked...no, it sort of half ran...no, that's not right either...what it actually did was plow into me like an out of control freight train.
Still doesn't make any sense, huh? Okay, let me tell you what happened.
The wall was actually a girl, and I mean one big assed girl, (and she is so gonna kick my ass when she reads this). She stands six-four in her bare feet, weighs in at around two-ten, maybe two-fifteen, and every inch of her is packed with big bouncy curves.
She measures out at 42FF-30-37. She's not fat, she's in great shape, but she has this delightfully delicious layer of fat over a well toned layer of muscle. Her belly is smooth and nicely rounded, her ass is big and bouncy, and her thighs are thick and creamy. Her tits are lush, low hanging globes, true heavy hangers, capped with palm sized areoles and thick, spiky nipples.
Her name is Sarah Burke. She's a fucking amazon goddess, and she almost killed me the first time I met her.
The reason she ran into me is her roommate was chasing her with a water gun, one of those big, shotgun style pump action things that can soak you with one burst. Sarah's own water blaster was empty, and she was running to keep from getting completely drenched.
Here's where I come in. I was looking down at my phone as I turned the corner of the building, so I didn't see her coming, and she was looking back over her shoulder to see how close her friend was, and she just barreled right into me, knocking me to the ground. Then she came down on top of me.
I felt the initial impact and felt myself going over backwards. I pin wheeled my arms furiously trying to stay on my feet, but then I realized that my feet were no longer touching the ground, and a second later, I was flat on my back on the ground.
It wouldn't have been that big a deal if she hadn't come down on top of me.
Did I mention that she weighs two hundred plus pounds?
I'm not sure when the wind got knocked out of me, when she ran into me, or when I hit the ground, but as I started to gasp for a breath, this fleshy mountain flattened itself on top of me, crushing me between it and the hard Georgia clay I was laying on.
What little air that was left in me exited in a loud whoosh, and the mountain just kept pressing me harder into the ground. I felt the world going black around me.
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I could hear voices, and as I opened my eyes and tried to sit up, pain shot through my head and upper body, I quit trying to get up, and as I took in all the sensory input, I realized I was laying on a really soft couch with a pillow under my head. I managed to turn my head, and saw two women across the room in a heated discussion.
"Goddammit Sarah, we need to call an ambulance, or at least take him to the emergency room!" The muscular brunette was saying. "He's got some broken ribs, and he may have a concussion! Jesus, I don't know what you were thinking bringing him in here! You shouldn't have moved him!"
"You may be right, but let's give him a few more minutes and see if he wakes up on his own." Her redheaded friend said. She was easily a head taller than the brunette. "I mean, what if he doesn't have insurance? I can't afford to pay hi..."
"I'm awake." I mumbled, letting my eyes close. "And I have insurance. But what I'd like to know, in no particular order, is, who are you, where am I, and what the fuck happened?"
When I opened my eyes again, they were both staring at me. I managed to raise up on one elbow, then winced and groaned as a sharp stabbing pain shot through my chest. I gasped as colors swirled before my eyes, and fell back onto the couch as the world went black again.
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It was quiet the next time I woke up. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in a dimly lit room, and as I looked around, saw that I was now laying on a bed. There was a sheet drawn up over my waist, and my chest was wrapped tightly with tape from just under my armpits to the bottom of my ribs. None of that mattered at the moment. The only thing I could focus on was the large, shapely arm draped across my mid-section.
Turning my head, I was confronted by a vision of beauty laying beside me. She was stretched out on her stomach, one arm laying limply across me. Her head was turned toward me, so I could see her face.
She wasn't supermodel beautiful, but she was pretty. When I picture her face, the word comely comes to mind. She was pleasant to look at, without being intimidating.
Her body took care of that.
Even stretched out on the bed, she was huge. She filled her side of the bed. Her head was on a pillow at the top of the bed, and her feet almost hung over the bottom. Her broad shoulders tapered down into a thick waist, and her hips swelled out over the long thick columns of her legs.
Trying not to disturb her, I turned my head toward her, letting my eyes run up and down over her. She was wearing an old football jersey that had been cut off a couple of inches above her hips and a pair of plain white cotton panties.
She must have felt me move, because her eyes opened, and she smiled at me.
"Hi." She said softly, moving her hand lightly up and down over my stomach. "How you feeling?"
"Sore." I croaked. I looked down over my body, and it hit me that I was naked under the sheet. "I...uh...am I...you know...naked under this sheet?"
"Yeah. One of our friends is a nurse, so we called her." She said, moving her hand off of my stomach and raising up on her forearms. "She checked you out. She said that you have a few broken ribs on one side, but no internal injuries, and she doesn't think you have a concussion."
"So uh...what happened?" I asked, easing back onto the bed. "Was I in an accident? I was going to my frie..."
She blushed furiously, and buried her face in her hands, then pulled a pillow over her head. Her body shook, and at first I thought she was crying. But when she peeked out from under the pillow, her face was flushed, and she was gasping for breath. It took me a moment to figure out that she hadn't been crying, but laughing.
"I'm sorry." She said, sliding over next to me and laying her hand on my stomach again. "I uh...I ran into you, and we kind of...Oh my god, I am so sorry..."
"It's okay." I said softly, reaching down and laying my hand over hers. I felt her fingers slipping into mine as I drifted out again.
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The next time I woke up, I was laying on my side, and I was spooning up against her. My hand felt full and warm, and it took me a minute to realize that I was cupping her breast. I started to move my hand away, but she groaned, muttering in her sleep.
"Mmmmmmm, don't." She said softly, bringing her hand up and putting it over mine. "That feels good."