Commission: Plus Size - Preview 1

This is a bigger project but it's promising to be a lot of fun. Lene and Jake are a super cute couple, and a nice departure from writing abusive pairs.

"“Come on Jake,” Lene whined in frustration, pressing her thick rear back at him insistently, “just a little more.”
There was sweat dripping down his brow, matting his light brown bangs to his forehead. They'd been building up to this moment for weeks, and now that he had her hips in his hand, her plush thighs soft under his fingertips, as she waited nude on all fours; they were having trouble.
His cock was throbbing at full mast, but still he couldn’t get into her for the girth of her rear. Her cheeks were pressed tightly as he could get them against his abdomen, wider than the whole of his chest, and all he was managing was to tease the head of his member against her soaked lips. She was hot to a boiling point, desperate to feel him inside her, but he was just failing to measure up.
“Maybe we could try on your back again?” he suggested, eager to please his girlfriend as much as she wanted to be pleased.
She wasted no time, pulling away and rolling onto her back for him. She was a vision, full natural breasts falling to the sides, each more than a handful with pristine pink nubs big as pencil erasers capping them. She lifted her legs, hooking her hands around thighs she had no real hope of containing. They were like young trees, so plump there was no gap between them when she stood straight. They had to be to support her ass, that flared out from her miniscule waist in a waspish hourglass.
He pulled in, hoisting her calves over his shoulders to stop them getting in the way. Even the change of positions made no difference. The buxom beauty let out a whine as his cock barely managed to press through her thickness enough to continue teasing her opening.
She wrapped her legs around his neck, pulling him in so hard he nearly lost his balance, and it still wasn’t enough. Her rear squished up to him and she could feel his head starting to spread her but there just wasn’t enough of him to penetrate her how she needed. Her whimpers were of agony, as she tugged on him again and again to try and get him there, Jacob feeling more and more of her fluids splashing onto his tip until he could hear it smacking against her entrance as much as feel it.
This wouldn’t have been a problem a month ago. Lene wasn’t always the voluptuous dream that was laying over the bed in front of him, tweaking a nipple in her fingers as her other hand curled into the sheets beneath her hoping the next thrust might be the one that spread her wide. She'd always been a beauty, but her recent growth spurt was taking her to a whole new level. A growth spurt that all started shortly after she started trialing a new drug.


Jacob was still in disbelief. Here he was, walking up the path to his number one choice university after receiving his acceptance letter more than a month ago. That alone would have been enough reason for anyone to be excited, but it wasn’t even the best part for the plain, brown haired boy.
“Are you going to keep staring Jake? Or are we going to get to class?” Lene teased him with a giggle.
Pink tinted his cheeks as he turned to meet her sparkling ocean blues. She held his hand tightly, their fingers interwoven as she tried to tug him from his reverie. Never in a million years did he believe he'd be with a girl like Lene.
She was a in a whole different league than him. Throughout high school he had always admired her from afar, taking in the angel given form that she was. Perfect from head to toe, beautiful by anyone’s standard. She was lithe and toned from her time with the cheerleading and track teams, yet still presented the lightest shifts in her body that bloomed into feminine curves. A nice pert bottom that no skirt or pants could do justice. Perky little breasts that showed just enough in her tops to let you know they were there.
The blonde was cut from a different cloth, and everyone knew it. It was practically a rotating door in high school of men, hell there was the occasional woman too, who wanted to be with her. When she hung from someone’s arm she just made them look all the better for having her. When she hung her arms around someone’s shoulders in public, pulled herself up to press her rose petal lips to theirs in a kiss, the whole room's hearts collectively skipped a beat; and everyone wished they could take the place of that lucky person.
Beyond all hope somehow Jacob had become that person. Jacob, who sat in the back of the lunch room with his small group of friends. Jacob, a scrawny nobody barely more than five foot five. Jacob, who was still working on getting his full license. Jacob, who hadn’t even so much as been with another girl topless, let alone lost his v-card. That Jacob, him, he was her boyfriend. And the one she was currently pulling in to press her rose petal lips to.
Their kiss lingered. He'd learned to react to her, opening his mouth slightly to let her tongue tease the thin pink lines of his lips, and occasionally nibble on him. He was even starting to return it, and it always brought a smile to her pretty cheeks when he did.
“Did that help straighten your thoughts?” she continued to tease, brushing a strand of her blonde hair over her ear and letting one of her earrings sparkle in the sunlight.
“Yes,” he answered with the laugh of the happiest man on Earth.
How had it happened that he'd been so blessed? It was something the brown haired lad thought about all too often, replaying it in his head over and over just to make sure it wasn’t a dream.
It was freshman orientation, something he'd never gone to when he entered high school, but going to university it had been plastered on every wall between the entrance and the registrar’s office. None of his friends had chosen to go to the same school, so Jacob figured it might be a good opportunity to reinvent himself; meet some new people. It was an alright time, though parties were never particularly his thing, so as normal he kept to himself, in the corner looking in. Until she stumbled into him.
Whatever divine force caused it Lene hadn’t been paying attention, carrying her red cup in hand she bumped directly into him and spilled the cheap beer the school served all over his front. “Oh, I'm so sorry,” the blonde beauty apologized quickly, unsure of what to do.
“It’s okay,” was all the boy had managed to say, struck silent when he turned to see just who it was addressing him. His cheeks went red, and he got lost in the blue of her eyes drifting away shyly.
Slowly she looked up, a smile crossing her red painted lips. “Hey, you’re… Jacob right?”
She knew his name? His heart hammered in his chest, and a brain normally good for crunching numbers and solving problems scrambled like an office on fire. “Y-yeah,” he'd somehow gotten his tongue to work and make a reply. “And you’re Lene.”
It felt like the stupidest thing he could have said. Everyone knew Lene. Well, everyone from their old school anyway. “God, it's nice to see a familiar face,” she sighed, rubbing her arm nervously. “They did not prep us for this many people. I feel like I’m gonna have an anxiety attack, or else puke if someone else offers me a drink,” she joked with a giggle.
Her laugh was like the ringing of bells, lifting his heart and filling him with confidence he didn’t have before. “I guess I shouldn’t offer to replace this one then?” he joked back, pulling at his soaked top.
Her giggle turned to a proper laugh, enough to make her blush and cover her mouth to hide her grin. “I should probably be offering to replace your shirt Jake,” she teased.
“It was warm in here anyway,” he replied with a smile.
Their little conversation was interrupted as a taller boy, more a man really, pushed his way up wielding a pair of red cups. “Hey beautiful, I thought you might like a drink?” he offered.
Jacob thought it might be over at that, but to his surprise suddenly Lene had her arms wrapped around his bicep, holding him close so he could feel her heartbeat between her petite breasts. “I still have to finish this one,” she replied, cheerily but with a venomous, passive aggressive undertone, as she pointed a pink painted nail towards Jacob's soaked chest. “Might take me a while.”
The scrawny boy was red, unsure exactly how he was supposed to react. Her little display though was enough to shoo the persistent alpha type to back off. Once out of earshot once again the boy expected a series of events where she let him go and drifted off, but no. She kept him tight, a smile returning.
“Thanks,” she offered, turning her ocean blues to him.
He was sure he was still red, but managed to string together the words to reply. “I didn’t really do anything,” he admitted.
Lene gave a sweet as honey chuckle. “You didn’t stop me,” she pointed out, “And you didn’t grab my butt or get possessive.”
He had undeniably thought about stealing a squeeze of that marble sculpted rear. “You’re welcome then Lene,” he replied with a smile.
There was a moment of silence between them, the blonde just hanging off his arm in front of the crowd of party goers. Their collective hearts skipping beats at where he was right now.
“Would you want to go check out the clubs with me?” she offered. “There’s a few I wanna join, and it would be quieter.”
She accented her words with a small squeeze of his arm that had him flutter. When a girl like Lene asked you to go with her there was only ever one correct answer. “Sure.”
The pair spent the rest of orientation together. Lene joined up with the university's feminist alliance, telling him how she'd heard good things about their protests for women’s rights. She had a lot to say on how everyone at their old school seemed to just treat her as an object, like a status symbol to have on their belt, and Jacob had ears to listen.
“I really can’t believe anyone could think of you that way,” he found himself replying naturally.
She turned her ruby smile to him. “And how do you think of me Jake?” she had asked him.
He remembered racking his brain to realize she was right. Even he saw her kissing someone else and wanted to be with her because she was Lene. Beautiful, perfect, Lene. Somehow his tongue had managed to say just the right thing though. “I didn’t really know you before,” he admitted truthfully. “Hearing you laugh though, and getting to spend this time with you. I think you’re as beautiful inside as you are on the outside, and I want to keep getting to know you.”
Still clung to his arm he felt her breath stop for a moment, making the hammering of her heart all the more prominent. Her cheeks went almost as red as her perfect lips, and that colour spread over her whole face in an instant. Her grip on him tightened and she looked away shyly, but fighting between a grin and maybe tears. “You’re probably the nicest person I've ever met Jake,” she murmured. Then in what was probably a split second decision she snapped up like a viper and gave him the lightest pack of a kiss on the lips? To fast for him to even register what was happening at the time, and making him go just as flush as she was. “I’d like to keep getting to know you too.”
That started their little relationship. It had been two weeks now of helping her move into the dorms and spending time whenever they could on dates. They were never horribly long, what with them both preparing for the start of classes, but there was one in her dorm where things had gotten steamy.
It was cut short though. In the middle of their kissing, her hands creeping into his top, she suddenly paused. “I-I’m not sure if we should do this yet,” she told him, looking away from him.
The part of his lizard brain that was rearing to go and give her the gift of his first had been almost ready to outburst. Over their time together though he'd gotten good at suppressing it though, knowing that it was what drove her away from so many others, and kept himself level, running a hand down her arm. “Is everything alright Lene?”
She gave a nod, turning back to him and smiling from his reassurance. “I’ve done this so many times with so many people. It’s not like I don’t like it but… You’re different Jake. I really like you, and I don’t want to ruin things by jumping into bed too soon,” her gaze was drifting away again, and she was straitening his top again where she had ruffled it. “Would… it be okay if we didn’t yet?”
He wanted to, badly. Knowing that he was special enough to her to warrant her worry though was a greater feeling that filled him with a special kind of happiness. “It would be fine,” he assured her, rubbing her arm up and down. “I love you Lene, and I don’t want to lose you over something as simple as rushing into sex.”
Her cheeks flushed, and that shy smile turned to a grin. “That’s the first time you've said you love me,” she swooned a bit, her hands falling to hold his.
It was his turn to blush, it came out so reflexively he hadn’t even noticed. “Well I… it’s true. I love being with you, it makes me happier than I ever thought I could be.”
She giggled, covering her mouth and fluttering her made up blues at him. “God you’re so sweet. How have you stayed a virgin so long?” she teased him playfully.
He laughed with her, even if he was a tad sensitive about the joke. “Bad luck?” he answered with a shrug.
Lene leaned in, placing a tender kiss on his lips. “Maybe,” she agreed, holding his hand tighter. “Well I've got a secret Jake. I might love you too, I just need a little bit longer to make up my mind,” she whispered to him, nuzzling into his neck affectionately.
He wrapped an arm around her, holding her close and running his hand down her back. “I can wait,” he assured her, feeling her snuggle up closer to him at his words.
“Earth to Jake,” Lene laughed, snapping her fingers in front of his face.
The brown haired boy jumped with a start, back in the present as she was tugging him up the path. “I thought you said my kiss straightened you out. You weren’t lying to me were you?” she teased him playfully.
He shook his head, smiling. “Sorry Lene, I was just thinking about all the time we've spent together. How every kiss in better than the last.”
The blonde put on a disbelieving smirk, shuffling up to him. “Oh are they now? Now I know you’re full of shit,” she teased, releasing his hand to drape her arms over her shoulders. “Cause I know I've given you better kisses that that. Like this one.”
She pulled in, sighing happily as she tilted her head ever so slightly and properly took him into an unforgettable kiss. It lasted seconds, enough for his hands to rest on his hips, then for an arm to curl around the small of her back and pull her right up to him. When she was satisfied of her work she broke it, smiling like a minx and drinking in his dark eyes with her own.
He gave a chuckle, holding her tight. “Alright, you win,” he conceded to her, offering her a peck back of his own that she lovingly accepted.
“Of course I do,” she joked, giving him a tap on the nose.
The ringing of the bell signified they were running late, and the couple immediately jumped to get back on track. Hands once again intertwined, as like the young lovers they were not even tardiness was going to stop them doing everything together. When they got inside they pulled each other in for one last embrace before they'd have to part ways.
“I have my first feminist club meeting after first lecture, so I'll see you at lunch time?” she asked, drifting away and refusing to release his hand until he confirmed for her.
“There’s no one I'd rather see,” he assured.
She pulled back in, stealing a quick kiss to taste his sweet words before quickly skipping away. “I’ll see you then!” she called out as she disappeared down the hallway.
He waved until she was gone, then realizing he was just as late set off to get to his first class of the semester. Being with Lene though? It was worth it to be a little late. " - "Plus Size" by Madam Materia