7 Minutes in Heaven Pt. 02

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN - PART 2

Cheerleaders. When it comes to objects of desire, they're the ultimate cliché. Take the most conventionally attractive and de facto popular girls in high school, have them dress in short skirts and dance around at boys' sports games.

But Evan couldn't deny it. As the cheer squad practiced on the back field of the school, Evan was sat up in the top row of the bleachers, listening to Slowdive and pretending to read 100 Years of Solitude.

Really he was watching her.

Kelly Bowe moved with a confidence and grace he hadn't seen in another high school girl. Her strong legs, her bright eyes, her lithe but buxom build. She was a vision.

"Get a good look, pervert?"

It was Captain Darren and his crew of hench-jocks. Darren made a jerk-off motion at Evan and the other boys cackled.

Evan went red and looked over at Kelly, who hadn't seen a thing.

Darren and the hench-jocks moved on, and Evan took the opportunity to gather his things and slink away. That was a close one. The worst thing you could ever be in high school, was noticed.

10 YEARS LATER

Evan couldn't believe it. He had just had a sexual experience with Kelly Bowe, the woman. Kelly the full grown, full bodied woman. He had explored one of his deepest fantasies and, after marching her voluptuous, naked form through the streets, urged her to pleasure herself for his pleasure. Now that the heady thrill of the experience had worn off, they were both suddenly shy with each other. The atmosphere was tense as he drove her back to her car.

They arrived at the parking lot of the Granite, and he put the car in park.

"Quite a night," he said.

"Hope you enjoyed the welcome wagon!" she tried to joke, then blushed. "Sorry, that was terrible."

"It's okay. I guess it's all a little much."

"What is?"

"Well, we went a pretty far tonight."

"No." she said with certainty. "I don't think we did. In fact I want to go much further. With you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." She looked at him with unwavering focus. "Listen, Evan. All my life I've been afraid to do what I want. To show any real desire, to take any risks. Everything I did was for Darren, or my parents, or my so-called friends. But this," she put her hand on his, "this is something I want. And if it's something you want too, I think you could really help me learn about myself."

He hesitated. There was so much running through his mind. All his fantasies coming true. It scared him a little.

But the hesitation was quickly taken wrong. "I'd understand if you said no. You probably have a life somewhere else, and lots of thin, horny girls all over you. Why waste your time with some chubby waitress who's a totally clueless about all of this." She instinctively covered her chubby belly with her hands.

He reached over and moved her hands. Then he placed his on the roll of flesh above her waist. She trembled.

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"I don't know what my future looks like, but I'm pretty sure it includes you, and this, and wherever it goes."

She leaned over and kissed him. It was a kiss 10 years in the making. And it was worth the wait.

"I don't want to go home tonight." she said, her voice heavy with desire.

"You can come over to my house, if you want."

"Can I?"

"But we'll have to be quiet."

She smiled.

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Evan's mother was asleep upstairs, so they came in the side door and snuck down to the basement. This had been Evan's refuge as a teen. The wood panelling, the threadbare couch, the crate of old records.

He flicked on a light and they were all over each other. Before they we sitting, they were kissing, grinding, grabbing each other's bodies, with the urgency and clumsiness of their teenaged selves.

"Wait, slow down."

"Yes sir."

"I don't want to rush this. I've waited a long time."

"You have?"

"Oh yes."

She took a few steps back and looked at him. She looked beautiful in the dim light of a single table lamp, the orange glow like firelight. She looked brave and vulnerable, at once young and mature.

"I want you to see me."

She began to undress, but not like at the park. This time it was a gradual offering. As she dropped her jacket, opener her jeans, removed her top, she was unveiling parts of herself. The clothing she shed were gifts. She didn't break eye contact.

"I've been ashamed of this body, of how it's changed. But you like it, don't you?"

"I do."

"I'm not a fallen, disgraced woman, am I?"

"You're not. Even if you want to feel like one sometimes."

"Sometimes. But not tonight. Tonight I want to feel wanted."

"You are."

"Good. Now sit."

She began to sway gently, almost dancing. He remembered her cheerleading days, when the way she moved had captivated him. It was different now, with her thicker limbs and stockier body. She jiggled more and folded more, but was no less alluring.

She turned her back and showed him her full and textured ass, bisected by the thin line of her thong. She unclasped her bra straps and turned back around, removed her bra and let her soft breasts fall.

She slid her hands down her body, down her neck and over her breasts, pausing to lift them, cup them, squeeze them. She caressed her belly, then slipped inside her panties and slowly lowered them, revealing a lovely patch of hair at the place where her meaty thighs met. As she bent down, her tits hung heavily away from her.

"Do you like my body?"

"Yes."

"My big tits?"

"Yes."

"My fat ass?"

"Yes."

"My thick thighs?"

"Yes."

"My soft tummy?"

"Yes."

"My hairy pussy?"

"Yes."

"I'm not a ruined woman, fat and past her prime?"

"No. You're ripe and in full bloom."

"Thank you."

She turned around and bent over. Then she back herself towards him. He understood and reached out, taking hold of her, then and tongue first plunged into that deep and perfect ass. His hands on her ass cheeks, squeezing and spreading. He made his way does to her pussy to eat it from behind.

She let out a moan, low and deep and guttural. Then she turned around again.

She lowered to her knees and crawled towards him, unbuckled his pants. She slowly pulled down his fly, then grabbed his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. She reached into his underwear and put a hand around his rapidly hardening cock, which was satisfyingly long and thick.

"Mmm. Can I suck your cock?"

"Yes."

She did just that, lovingly licking up the shaft while keeping eye contact, eyes full of devotion. She licked his balls and put her mouth all over him, working her way to the tip. Then she went all in, taking him into her mouth, sucking and bobbing with abandon. She went deep, moaning and gulping with hunger.

Evan sighed with pleasure.

"Can I sit on your dick?"

"Yes."

Kelly slowly rose, taking care to slide her hanging tits across Evan's hard cock and she climbed onto his lap. She sat, his cock still outside of her, and grinding down on it so that her wet pussy was against the shaft and the tip teased at her asshole.

She pressed her tits against his chest and rose there for a moment.

"Can I put you inside me?"

"Yes."

Kelly gripped his cock, pressing her lips against the head, then lowered herself. He slid inside smoothly. She was soaked.

"Do I feel good?"

"Yes."

"Fuck me."

"Yes."

She used her strong thighs to bounce up and down, driving his cock deep inside her hungry sex.

"Fuck yes."

She was going harder increasing the speed and force of her movements. Her tits were bouncing like crazy, as was her belly, and her substantial ass.

"Grab my belly."

He did. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh.

She held her tits, making them bounce more, and fed them to him.

"Now my tits. Suck them."

He took over for her, gripping and mauling her prodigious breast.

"Fuck fuck fuck!"

She was sweating now, moist all over, with heavier droplets rolling down her face.

"Oh god."

She licked a finger, then reached around to tease her own asshole with it."

"Fuuuuck I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. Are you close?"

"Almost."

"What would make you cum?"

"Tell me how much you want it."

"Oh god I want it so bad. I'm such a fucking slut for your cock. I fattened myself up for you and now I want your fucking cum inside me. Please cum all up inside me. Cum deep inside my fat pussy. Please I want to so bad. Do it. Please cum inside me!"

She pulled her finger out of her ass and grabbed his balls, and ground down hard.

She started to shudder and twitch, an orgasm ripping through her body. Her muscles spasmed, making the fat on her body shake and quiver. He grunted and growled and came harder than he ever had before, his cock driven deep in her, balls releasing a flood of semen inside her.

She pulled his face into her massive, sweaty tits and held him there for a long time. He wrapped his arms around her chubby waist and held her close.

They stayed there like that for a moment, then suddenly she got up looked around, then walked to the little bathroom beside the laundry machines.

Evan stood up, put his cock away, and took off his shoes and jacket. He pulled out a milk crate full of records, pulled out a cardboard album sleeve, and slid out the disc, then switched on the turntable and played the record. Slowdive. When the Sun Hits.

Kelly came back in, wrapped in a towel, her eyes looking a little red.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sorry, I just got a little emotional."

"Is something wrong?"

She sat down on the couch and folded her legs under her.

"No, everything's okay."

He sat down beside her.

"Can I be honest with you?" she asked. "I've never been like that during sex."

"Like what?"

"Free. Direct. Open. It was really great, but like, a lot."

"Yeah, I understand."

"I've always been either too afraid to ask for what I wanted, or else too ashamed of my body to enjoy myself."

"I'm glad you didn't feel that way with me."

"Also... I've never cum like that during sex. And... oh god, you came inside me!"

"Is that okay?"

"I mean, it wasn't very responsible of me, but it felt fucking amazing. Oh god, I've lost my head."

"Hang on a second."

Evan went upstairs, and came back down with a half a bottle of white wine and a couple of mugs. He poured the drinks and they clinked.

After a sip of wine, they both collected themselves.

"This has been going pretty fast, hasn't it," Evan said.

"Yeah, unless you count the last 10 years."

"Yeah. Listen, I don't wanna be weird, and I know I've been pretty quiet tonight, but I want to be honest about where I'm at."

"Okay."

"I've been quietly in love with you since we were teenagers. I didn't really know you very well, so it was a lot of projecting. But... now that I'm getting to know you, I was probably right about everything. The more I get to know you, the more you seem like you're everything I've ever wanted. And... I feel a little weird about this."

"Uh huh... go on."

"I've been living very independently for a long time. I work alone, I don't have a lot of close friends, and all of my romantic relationships... they're based on sexual contact, but not necessarily on a more meaningful connection."

"Okay."

He took a deep breath.

"If this is going where I think it's going, it would be easy for me to buy into this idea that you were this... unattainable thing in high school. And now I'm able to land you because you're feeling down on yourself. And I don't want that to be true. I wouldn't want that, for either of us."

She smiled.

"I think I know what you're saying. And I want to be honest too. I had a big crush on you in high school, but I was afraid to make the leap. And now, well, there's nothing holding me back. And I won't lie, the chance to be with someone experienced, and open minded, is an incredible chance for me to learn more about my own... underserved sexuality. But that makes me sound like an opportunist."

"I admit, things haven't gone perfectly. And if they had, I'd be another skinny married mom trying to balance my career and my kids' extracurricular schedules. But I'd know that something was missing. I probably wouldn't even know what it was. But with you. Evan, with you... I think I can discover that thing I never knew was missing."

"So here's the deal. I promise I won't use you to get my sexual thrills, and then move on."

"And I promise I won't use you to make up for how things were when we were younger, to grab at some better life."

"So we're agreed. Let's just treat each other like human beings."

"Like human beings."

"And fuck."

"And fuck."

She touched his face, and he leaned in and kissed her. It was a softer, more intimate kiss than before. Not based on lust, or the thrill of novelty, but on vulnerability. On two people finally finding each other, and trying to bring their lives together.