Amy: My Big Fine Girl

I first met Amy when I began working out at a gym. I’m a 38 year-old guy who has played a lot of different sports all my life, and was used to being in shape, but a knee injury had stopped me participating and I’d got out of condition; too much beer and no exercise to burn it off with. I wasn’t fat as such, but I started feeling sluggish, so when the knee healed up after a minor operation I decided to get fit again.

It was a fairly small gym situated upstairs in a community centre. Many of the people who worked out there were also members of a local judo club, who used the same premises. It as a fairly nice place to go, most people there were friendly, and the bonus was that there was a good bar there, so you could immediately put on the calories you had burned drinking cold beer. Well, at least I could.

I used to go there either 2 or 3 times a week after work, for about an hour. Usually I would do stretches, and then fixed and free weights, then go on the rowing machine and finish with a while on an exercise bike. A couple of times Amy used the bike next to me and we got chatting; and it soon got that every time I would use one she would somehow appear next to me.

In fact, whenever I was there I would seem to run into her. She was a student, but started using the place when she joined the judo club, and had got into the fitness bug; she also used to work there part time preparing bar meals. I knew she liked me; she always greeted me with a lovely warm smile.

Amy was 20. She was not what most modernists would call stereotypically gorgeous, but I found her attractive. She was a big girl in more ways than one. I am 6, 2,” but I was only a couple of inches taller then her, and she was well built too. I wouldn’t have called her fat, although she was carrying some excess weight; she was just naturally a large woman, with strong widish shoulders, powerful legs, and with a big butt and boobs. I would guess she probably weighed slightly more than I did, and I’m around 200 pounds.

Amy usually wore her long light brown hair tied up. She had a sort of rounded face with nice blue eyes and a cute full lipped mouth. I found her very easy to talk with, although I did notice that around most people she was very shy and reserved. She was basically a quiet person with a kind personality and a sweet country accented voice. There was a slight air of naivety around her too. From our conversations I guessed that she had been quite a bit heavier than she was now, hence the exercise kick, and had recently moved into a shared house after leaving home. Her parents had apparently been rather strict and religious.

I liked her a lot, so one day asked her if she wanted to go out with me for a drink after the work-out. She agreed with a sort of shy enthusiasm.

We ended up going to an Indian restaurant, where, between smooth bottles of ice cold Tiger beer, we managed to eat our way through about half the menu, a not inconsiderable feat as it happens. After the meal we went to a bar and sunk a couple more beers. There was some music on, and although I’m not much of a dancer, we smooched out to some old slow soul number, and shared a first kiss.

It was a big sloppy wet kiss, a tonsil tickler, induced by one look into her big baby blue eyes; and she felt good to hold close too, a big, curvy, soft bundle of femininity, full figured in just all the right places if you get my drift.

We sat in a booth and kissed some more and talked. Amy was in a very relaxed mood and talked about her life. It seemed pretty much that she was glad she had recently left home, finding her parents so restrictive. She asked me if I had a girlfriend and I said I didn’t, and then I reversed the question.

“I don’t Max,” she told me, and then candidly said, “I’ve actually only ever had one, and he turned out to be a bastard.” I saw a tear well at the corner of one of her eyes. “Max, I was much bigger than I am now when I dated him last year. We went out for a couple of weeks and then…” she was a bit choked up now…”then we were going to have sex one night, my first time ever, and I overheard him talking to someone on the phone. The bastard was only with me for a bet, and he was saying this was his night to collect.”

“Bloody hell,” I said, “I’m surprised he didn’t put you off men for life?”

“He nearly did,” she confessed. I asked what happened then. “Well Max, basically we got back to his flat, I put him in a judo hold, told him what I thought of him and left, but not before I wrenched a few of his shoulder muscles.”

At this we laughed together, her sadness dropped away, and she hit me with her big killer smile which was most alluring, although I made a mental note not to try and annoy her too much!

We finished our drinks, and I invited her back to my house, which seemed to make her happy.