I got a text last night from the friend I wrote about yesterday. She said that the local fat acceptance group meets up every Saturday morning and since I had expressed some curiosity about it, she wanted to know if I was interested in going with her. I responded that I could be interested in that, but asked if it would be weird for me to be there since I’m not fat. I immediately wondered if that was an insulting question, and I wasn’t really sure. But she wrote back and said that you don’t have to be fat to believe in fat acceptance, and I guess that’s true.
She picked me up early this morning. Even though she had called it the “local” group, we had almost a 90 minute drive to get there. The last time we’d been together we’d had sex, and I was a little worried that things would suddenly be awkward. But no. She was her normal self. We talked about normal things and the fact that we’d been intimate didn’t come up. I had mixed feelings. I think I was OK with the idea of it being just a one-time thing. But I was also OK with the idea of it turning into something. I found her to be strangely attractive at her new weight, a feeling a never had when she weighed less. And I feel like I should point out that I’ve never been a guy who was specifically into large women. I know there are some guys that like that, but this was a whole new thing for me.
I really didn’t know what to expect about this meeting, and I probably should have asked some questions, but I just went into it without knowing anything about it. Turns out we were meeting at a restaurant for breakfast. They had reserved a whole portion of the dining room and there were maybe 30 of us total. Out of the 30, I would say 20 were very large women. The rest were a few large men and some women who really weren’t that big. I was the only guy there that wasn’t fat, but that didn’t bother me.
Things were just very social while we ate, and I wondered why my friend had called it a “meeting.” But after breakfast we went over to a nearby park and the woman who was in charge made several announcements about things and then led a short discussion about discrimination against fat people. Everyone there was extremely positive and happy. And one of the things I noticed was (like my friend) everyone was very open to using the word “fat.” Nobody ever said “overweight” or “large” or “heavy” which are all words that I use because I think it’s rude to say “fat.” But I like that they just accept it and don’t sugarcoat it.
No one said anything to me about the fact that I’m not fat. Not that I expected anyone to.
I had a really good time and met some really nice people. I told my friend that on the drive home, and I thanked her for inviting me. She responded by saying that it meant a lot to her that she had a friend who supported her and didn’t judge her for being fat.
There was a pause, and then she said, “I hope you don’t regret that we had sex the other night. I really enjoyed it.”
I guess I wasn’t surprised that she would be so blunt, considering how blunt she is when she talks about her weight. I told her that I enjoyed it too. I put my hand on her leg and said that I’d like to do it again. She responded that she was really hoping I’d say that.
We still had a bit of a drive, but it seemed like we couldn’t get back to her place fast enough, knowing we’d be going straight to her bedroom. For the rest of the drive we had a very honest conversation about what we like sexually. It’s the kind of conversation you only feel like you can have at the very early stages of a relationship.
I told her that I am bi and that I sometimes like to wear women’s underwear. She told me that she has had female lovers but considers herself straight. I told her I am very submissive and she laughed and said she is extremely dominant in bed. I wasn’t surprised by that at all considering her personality.
We talked about some wild kinky things, many of which we shared. Some of which I haven’t tried but am eager to experiment with her. I confessed that I like giving rimjobs and she asked if I would give her one when we got back to her place. I told her I gladly would. She laughed and said she should be more dominant with me. She said, “When we get home, the first thing I want you to do is lick my ass. And don’t stop until I cum.”
Our sex this afternoon was intense. Perhaps not the best in my life, but certainly the best I’ve had in a very long time. As we laid in her bed naked together afterward, she mentioned that she likes to use the word “fat” to describe herself (as I had clearly noticed) and she asked if I would use that same word and avoid other phrases. I told her I would try. She said she wanted me to feel comfortable calling her fat. I was kind of joking when I asked, “What about obese?”
She said obese is fine. She said that the correct way to describe her would actually be “extremely obese” which is the term for someone who is more than morbidly obese. I had no idea there were such specific terms.
Then she said that people are going to make fun of me for being with a fat girl. But she said she thinks I’m strong enough to deal with that. I think so too.
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