My freshman year of college held many adventures, and one of the best was a pair of young women named Brenda and Molly. Brenda was in my German class and Molly was her roommate. Brenda was homely and plump, in need of an orthodontist and a good aerobic workout plan, but she was a happy and good- natured girl. One bonus of larger women is usually a large rack, and Brenda did have nice big tits. She developed a crush on me fairly early and would stare at me in class. It is always nice to be admired.
We started up a friendship but I was reluctant to let it get much further. I don't want to sound like a snob but I routinely dated women more attractive and more intelligent, so I saw absolutely no long-term future in a relationship with her. For this reason I ignored her obvious crush. I didn't want to hurt her by taking her virginity when I knew I wouldn't be in her life for long as a lover. Kindness or snobbery, you decide. I hung out with her and we worked on homework together, but it was almost to the point where I would need to make my position clear.
Her roommate was a lusty wench named Molly. Molly was also plump, more so than Brenda, but she was gorgeous. She was blonde and pretty and her excess weight had not hit her face. She was a sex junkie and liked to torture Brenda with tales of her exploits. She tried the same tactic on me a few times, and when Brenda was around I allowed it, but when Brenda stepped out of the room I shot back with my own tales of wanton lust and perversity. I know I got her hot once or twice, but again I had no intentions of starting anything there. Molly might have been a great lay, but she was in no way my type.
Early in the spring semester I caught a nasty flu bug. I don't get sick often but when I do it takes me down hard. I skipped class on a Monday and called friends to take notes and collect assignments for me, and Brenda was the one I called for the German assignment. She made a big deal of how sorry she was for me and said she would bring me the assignment after class. I figured she would want to hang out but I really wasn't in the mood.
Around 4:00 she and Molly showed up with a grocery bag full of stuff. They had brought me a package of goodies to ease the pain. It was very thoughtful of them and I invited them in to have a seat on the huge pillow that served as the sofa in my tiny dorm room. I sat cross from them in a chair, still wearing my bathrobe.
They went through the package, pulling out things and suggesting uses for some of the less obvious things. They had really gone overboard, with soup, candy bars, Tylenol, a card, a deck of playing cards, etc. They had bought a very large candy-cane, on clearance from the recently passed holiday, and made jokes about its size and girth and didn't I wish I had one like that. I bit my tongue and kept quiet but the sexual innuendo did have a minor effect on my anatomy, especially when Molly performed a brief fellatio act with it. They had apparently been to the gag gift store as well, for they had a bottle of "hormone control" novelty pills. They made a big deal of forcing meto take them immediately, presumably to keep me from jumping their bones since I had them both alone. The last thing they held close for a moment and told me the story. Molly said she wanted to get me a Playgirl magazine but she was worried that in my weakened state I wouldn't be strong enough to take the blow to my ego, so instead they got me a Playboy.
I popped open the magazine and checked out some of the naked ladies, and I must admit that I became slightly more aroused. I had taken a shower about an hour before and was still naked under the robe, so my free-flying parts were free to expand. Molly kept talking about Playgirls and Playboys and how fake those models were. In order to make the chubby girls feel better I agreed that the plastic women in the girly magazine did little for me. Nice to look at, but no substance.
Molly, in a similar gesture, said something about how unrealistic the men in her magazine were, and at one point held her hands nearly a foot apart and said, "Guys just don't get this big."
I will never know if that was a subtle invitation or not, but that is how I took it. I had a fever still and the Playboy had me a little horny, so I did something I probably wouldn't have done otherwise.
"Some of us are." As I said that, I pulled aside the bathrobe and let my cock free in front of the girls.
Brenda's hands flew to her face in shock, but Molly was better composed and simply raised an eyebrow. Both of them were staring at my dick, and well they might. I take full credit for my physique, a stout and muscular body that knows no fear, but I have to thank God and my ancestors for the generous lump of meat between my legs. I have a big straight dick that has rarely, in my experience, been received with anything less than enthusiasm.
"Is this as big as the guys in your magazine?" I asked as it swelled a little more in reaction to those hungry expressions.
"Uh, yeah. I think so," Molly replied. Brenda had been quiet for most of the conversation about sex and nudity, but her expression at that point spoke volumes. Her beady eyes were wide open and staring at my prodigious appendage.
"Brenda, you like what you see?"
