Ellie couldn't wait to tell Linda.
David had made-out with her. The cutest guy in her Human Biology class, the guy with the great sense of humor and those piercing steel-grey eyes, had made-out with her! It was all so sudden and out-of-the-blue.
They got together at the library to study for an upcoming exam. By the time they called it quits, it was late and the campus mostly-empty. David walked Ellie to her car even though his own vehicle was in a different lot.
They reached her car and she turned to say good night. The next thing she knew she was in his arms and they were sharing a long, eager kiss.
They wound up sitting in Ellie's car for more than an hour, making out some more but mostly just talking. David asked her out and they agreed to touch base later in the week and pick a night.
They parted with a final kiss and Ellie drove home, elated but anxious.
If they dated, David would sooner or later – sooner, probably – expect sex. Ellie hoped she would be able to go through with it this time, unlike the disaster a few months back with Todd.
Ellie told Linda everything over tea in Linda's kitchen the next morning. Ellie could talk to Linda about anything and she often wished she could make Linda understand how grateful she was to her. Linda was the reason why Ellie was attracting a guy like David in the first place.
Before Ellie met Linda, Ellie's life was a mess.
Ellie had always been heavy, but her teen years were the worst. To most of her high school she wasn't Ellie Diane Russo, talented artist and voracious reader. She was Ellie Elephant, loser fat chick. She would've loved to know what genius came up with the most uninspired nickname in the history of high school bullying.
Her few friends only made her feel worse about herself. They delighted in telling Ellie their problems, such as how too many boys liked them and how hard it was to stay so thin and blah, blah, blah.
Then there was Ellie's workaholic mom and the constant backhanded insults about Ellie's weight. They'd be in a department store and her mom would point out a nice outfit.
"You'd look great in that if they made it in your size," Mom would say.
Boys stayed far away from her, too. Only one boy showed her any brief interest but it didn't go far. She was resigned to the fact that the vibrator she kept in the back of her dresser drawer was the closest she would ever come to sex. Or love.
With dad out of the picture and no siblings, Ellie spent a lot of time home alone. Sometimes the solitude was more than she could bear. She'd be doing the dishes after another lonely dinner, her mom working late as usual, and she'd suddenly find herself crying.
Linda's influence changed all that. Ellie had just finished her first lackluster semester at the local community college when Linda hired her to babysit her two young kids a few afternoons a week. Before long she and Linda were close friends and Ellie was over Linda's house more than her own.
Linda was a revelation. She was in her mid-thirties and the same size as Ellie. Linda was no loser sitting home alone, though. She had a great job as a magazine columnist, was married to a cute and successful guy, and exuded sexy confidence.
It helped that Linda was gorgeous. She had long blonde hair, soft features, and dazzling emerald-green eyes. Linda also knew how a larger woman could dress to look her best, choosing lots of snug-fitting pastel sweaters. She carried herself with a certain ease and grace which belied her ample proportions.
"It's all in how you carry yourself," was her mantra. "If you believe you're hot, you're hot."
Linda had it all - success, education, love, a family. If Linda could have this kind of life, Ellie wondered, why not her too?
So Ellie's entire outlook changed. She started pulling straight A's at school. She paid more attention to her clothes, ditching her dumpy wardrobe. Ellie switched to wearing a lot of skirts which hugged her butt and brightly-colored blouses to show off her boobs.
"There's only one rule to picking out clothes," Linda once told her. "Wear what you feel most sexy in, and you will be your most sexy in them."
Linda also gave her a book one day. It was a relationship guide for larger women. Ellie devoured it in a single night, wide-eyed at the world it revealed. She learned that she a BBW. She'd heard the term, of course, but never considered herself one.
Ellie also learned that lots of men preferred ladies just like her. Linda's husband Garret was a great example. Here was this handsome, sweet guy and he was crazy about his BBW wife.
Ellie embraced her identity as a BBW and sought to be as gorgeous as she could. She was helped by her good looks. She had long black hair, parted down the middle and reaching past her shoulders. Her face was highlighted by seductive brown eyes and full, sensuous lips. She also had a nose a little longer than average which enhanced her appeal and a smile that could turn a man to jelly.
Ellie's make-over soon attracted attention. First there was Todd, who went nuts over her. Now there was David.
Ellie also noticed the looks she started getting from guys she didn't even know. She'd be in a store or walking through campus and would catch men checking her out. She just smiled.
Despite all that, however, she was still a virgin.
***
"He sounds really into you," Linda said as Ellie finished telling her about David.
"I think so," Ellie said. "He told me how great he thought I was, so smart and pretty. He wants to take me out. I just..."
"Just what, honey?"
"What if it's Carlo all over again?"
"Oh, to hell with Carlo!"
Carlo was the one boy in high school who showed Ellie any interest. They were making out one night in her room and Ellie started to take off her clothes. Carlo made some excuse and hurried away. Ellie cried until three in the morning, certain Carlo was repulsed by her. She never felt so low.
"He's the reason it never went anywhere with Todd," Ellie said. "Todd wanted to, but I chickened out. I was afraid he'd react like Carlo."
"Honey, that's nonsense. Carlo was confused. He didn't know what he wanted."
"I know," Ellie said. "I know. I just can't get it out of my mind. It's this huge mental block. I need to find a proven BBW lover to just do me. No romance, no dating. Just to fuck me. Then I'll get past this."
Linda sighed and stared out the window for a moment, lost in thought.
"I've got it," she blurted out. "You should go to bed with Garret!"
"What? You're joking!"
"I'm not joking." Her tone was serious. "Think about it. It makes perfect sense."
"Linda, he's your husband."
"Hear me out. You and I are about the same size, right?"
"Yes."
"And Garret can't get enough of me. So we know he'd get a kick out of taking you to bed. He's a 'proven BBW lover,' as you put it. Besides, didn't you say David told you he'd only been with one other woman?"
"A girlfriend in high school, but he said it didn't last long."
Linda nodded knowingly.
"The kid's a beginner. Sorry, but it's true. A girl's first time should be with an experienced man. It's so tragic most girls' first sexual experience is usually with a teenage boy as clueless as she is."
She paused, sipping her tea.
"My first time was when I was sixteen," she said. "It was terrible. But my second time, that was with Roy. He was thirty three and I was nineteen. He was a cop, and married. He used to come to the diner I waitressed at. We'd flirt. One time, he flat-out told me if I was really interested he was willing."
