The Fat Girl in the Denim Skirt (Or, "How I L - Sex Stories

The Fat Girl in the Denim Skirt (Or, "How I L

... along with my phone number and name: "Hi. We share a couple of classes together. I think you're cute and was hoping we could share notes or study some time. Hope to hear from you. Call me." Or something like that.. it's been like 25 years now! Yes, this was before the internet. No email or FB or texting. She would actually have to pick up the phone and talk to me -- this weird guy who left the note, and couldn't be bothered saying it in person! A couple of days went by, with no phone call... Watching her legs and ass walk to class made want her more, as I began to feel the disappointment of rejection. My perverted thoughts of her turned to desire.. "I bet she's a really sweet girl..", "She probably has a boyfriend..", "Her curves are really well proportioned", "I love how she's confident enough with her body to wear a short denim skirt like that", "Her legs and feet look amazingly sexy", and "She's chubby, but she actually has a really pretty face." Even before leaving the note, I had begun masturbating to the thought of her, remembering how she looked during the day.. her thick, curvy, tan legs and short denim skirt.. her petite feet in those sexy thong sandals and pink toenails. I came hard every time I stroked my cock to the thought of her. A few days after the note experiment, I was taking a break from studying.. my hand down my pants, and my cock just starting to get stiff, as I thought about what she had been wearing earlier that day: a yellow sundress that extended ...

... just below her knees, with spaghetti straps over her tan shoulders and matching yellow ballet flats that showed of toe cleavage. I was imagining my hands exploring her curvy body and removing the aforementioned clothes, when suddenly the phone rang.. "Hi, is this _____?", I heard a cute high pitched voice ask. "Uh, yeah, this is me..", I said, removing my hand from my pants... "Oh hi. I'm Heather. I think I got a note from you? On my car window? I think it was for me.. It was on my window?" She seemed uncertain. "Uh.. yeah.. sorry.. that was kind of weird.. uh". I honestly didn't know how to respond and immediately realized that although I somehow wanted to meet her and wanted her to call, I hadn't thought this far in advance.. I'd only been thinking with my cock and fantasizing about shooting hot loads of cum on her curvy legs, and fucking her doggystyle with her denim skirt lifted up! But here she was... "Heather"... on the phone, speaking with me... and she sounded really sweet and nice. "Oh no, I thought it was cute!", she laughed. "I've been trying to figure out who it might be. I hope it didn't seem like I was ignoring you.. my roomate's always on the phone to her boyfriend.. we only have the one line in our dorm... he lives out of town, so she's always hogging the phone line at night.. You didn't say when to call, so I wasn't sure.. But she's gone tonight so I have have the phone to myself.. Anyway, how are you? This is so weird". She seemed full of nervous energy and ...