CHAPTER ONE
DOING IT WITH DANIEL
My mother said it was my father`s idea, may he rest in peace, to name me Signe, and I
thank him for it. Dad was a working man all his life and never made much money. But he
loved me and gave me a good name. It`s a happy coincidence that the name Signe has since
become a synonym for strong, independent women who also happen to be Plus Size.
What do I mean by "plus size," you ask? Well, Plus Size is a fashion term, one
that I use quite deliberately. It describes a woman who is physically large,
well-developed, curvy, ripe, and generally mature. Plus size women make pleasing,
uninhibited sex partners. Besides me, the ranks of plus size women include my best friend,
Jan Schiele.
Jan and I became buddies in ninth grade. We were both shy and had our large bodies in
common.
To be honest, I was not exactly model beautiful as a child and young woman, being heavy,
awkward, freckle faced, tall, fair skinned, green-eyed, and red-haired. I developed late
and it took a while for my complexion to clear. In order to see, I had to wear glasses
thick as jam jars. They kept me from bumping into things but did zero for my appearance.
I remember wishing that I looked different than I do. Back when I was young, being plus
size was not in style. Now, when I see myself in the mirror, I am satisfied. Not too hard
on the eyes, I think, as I survey my body. In the opinion of my lover Daniel, when I dress
up in my lacy lingerie, I am not merely attractive, I am stunningly beautiful.
The lingerie color I prefer to wear most is Victorian Red. As I have grown older, I`ve
kept my smooth, clear skin. Except for the hollow between my breasts, my freckles have
largely faded. Although I am solid at five feet, ten inches tall and 180 pounds, I am not
what you would call fat.
My breasts are the firm, ample, generous kind that men love to kiss and suck, caress and
fondle. Mine are tipped by itsy bitsy little pink nipples, which harden like dried peas
when I am aroused. Daniel dearly loves to pinch and squeeze them. He can also spend hours
sucking the sensitive points, when he is in the mood.
Things got a little better for me after I emerged from adolescence. I developed some
striking facial features and actually became pretty. By age 19, I rather resembled the
actress Delta Burke, except for my bright red hair.
You should know that my friend Jan also has red hair, and eyes as green as gooseberries.
Frequently people mistook us for sisters. Jan is taller than I am, though. She was six
feet by age 16. During basketball games in high school, she was our center, and a darn
good one at that.
Jan has a body similar to mine, if not quite as shapely. However, at this point I care
very little about size and looks. In fact, I am grateful that we were not like the skinny
little waifs who once graced the pages of so many fashion magazines. It forced us to think
about who we were and what we wanted from the opposite sex. As young women, Jan and I
sought the company of men and craved relationships with them.
Red-haired, sweet-natured, and highly sexed, Jan was the epitome of what the magazines
now call a "Big, Beautiful Woman." She was definitely that to me. I`ve always
known that full-figured girls had a lot to offer.
In school, Jan and I hit it off right away. From the get-go she was always very pretty,
positive in her outlook, and easy to get along with. Still, because of our size, our dates
were few and far between. I had maybe half a dozen in high school, including the senior
prom. Jan had about the same number.
To attract the attention of men, Jan went on numerous diets, but never lost a pound. By
the time we graduated from junior college, we were 20 years old and desperate. Like many
women in our situation, it turned out that our first sexual encounter was with each
other.
When Jan turned 21 on the last day of August, we went to a singles bar to celebrate.
Everybody was dancing and having a good time. But nobody asked Jan or me to dance, and we
left the bar around midnight, feeling very disappointed.
At the time, I was still living with my mother, but Jan had a place of her own, a small
rental house on an alley not far from the college campus.
I didn`t feel like going home right away, and phoned my mother to say I would be spending
the night with Jan. It was hot and muggy, so we stripped down to our bras and panties. We
drank most of a bottle of excellent white wine and listened to a soul collection album on
the stereo. The song list featured George McCrae, Brook Benton, and many others. Those old
time soul singers have such romantic, sexy voices.
You know, songs like the classic "Rock Your Baby" and "A Rainy Night in
Georgia," are the perfect accompaniment to an evening of passionate lovemaking.
From the moonlight outside, a bright glow streamed in through the living room window. Jan
and I talked and talked, mostly about sex and how much we wanted to start having it. Jan
wore a sexy black lace bra and panty set while I had on my favorite red lingerie, with
high cut French panties and an underwire bra. We compared our bodies in Jan`s full-length
hallway mirror and wondered wistfully why men didn`t find us more attractive.
"Your boobs are much nicer than mine, and a lot firmer," Jan said. "Feel
yours and then feel mine."
I cupped my breasts, cradling one in each hand, the warm flesh yielding under the lacy
fabric of my bra. I reached out and cupped Jan`s breasts. Hmmm. Sure enough, they were
both a bit smaller than mine, pointy, and not as firm. But they were still very nice, and
I made it a point of saying so.
"Thank you Signe," Jan said. "You`re so sweet."
Turning around, we stood back to back before the mirror, our bottoms touching. My bottom
was also larger, and had a much more rounded profile.
"I wish my butt wasn`t so flat," Jan complained. "Yours has a better
shape."
"Yours isn`t too flat," I answered, although in truth, mine did stick out quite
a bit more.
Jan suddenly moved away from the mirror.
"It`s too hot in here," she said, fanning her face. She sat down on the newly
reupholstered sofa in the living room. The sofa, like the matching armchair, was
overstuffed and covered in a neutral beige fabric.
"This bra is cutting into me. Would you mind if I took it off, Signe?"
"No, I don`t mind," I said, gulping. Without another word, Jan removed her bra.
Though small, her jiggly little boobs were incredibly cute and featured large, dark
nipples. I was drawn to them as to a magnet. Jan caught me staring at them and smiled,
closing her eyes tightly.
"I want to get screwed so badly," she said. "I can hardly think about
anything else." Jan rolled her nipples between her fingers, first one and then the
other.
I couldn`t help myself. The next thing I knew I was on the sofa beside her, sucking on
her nipples, kissing them, and fondling her boobies with my hands.
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