Every inch

My scat friend contact me this week and asked if I wanted to go on a date for Valentine’s day. I questioned what he meant by "date" because up until now all we’ve ever done is gotten together for sex.  He said he wanted to take me out some place nice and spend the night with me.  I thought that sounded sweet and fun so I agreed.  It’s been a long time since I’ve gone on a proper date.

After a little discussion about what to do and where to go, we decided to have dinner at a restaurant in a local hotel and then get a room there for the night.  We decided to do it last night so we wouldn’t have to get up and go to work the next day, also because reservations would be easier to come by the day after Valentine’s day.

I realized I would have to dress nicely and I started worrying about what nice clothes I had in my wardrobe that would fit.  Then he reminded me that the hotel had a hot tub and I should bring a swimsuit.  I’d remembered that in all those clothes me friend gave me, there had been a one-piece suit that I don’t think I had ever tried on.  I pulled it out of a drawer and hoped for the best.  As I was putting it on, pulling it over my widest part, the stitches along the side ripped.  It was now unwearable, but it didn’t matter I guess because it wasn’t fitting me anyway.

I contacted my friend and explained that I wouldn’t be able to go in the hot tub because I didn’t have a swimsuit and that when you’re my size you can’t just go to a store and buy a new one, you have to order it from a website that specializes in larger sizes. His response was, "That kind of turns me on."

Not the response I was expecting, so I asked him why.  He seemed a little embarrassed to admit it, but he said he was really aroused by how overweight I am and the idea that I can’t buy clothes in stores was exciting to him for some reason.  He asked why I can’t shop at the stores that are for plus size women like Lane Bryant and I told him they don’t carry anything big enough for me.  There was a silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then he said, "I just got hard when I heard you say that."

I didn’t know what to say.  I know there are people out there attracted to obesity.  I am one of them.  But he’d never been so blunt about it before and I wasn’t sure if he was being genuine.  He broke the silence by asking if I was comfortable with him talking about my weight like this, and I told her I was part of the fat acceptance movement and was very comfortable talking about my weight.  Everything except openly discussing my exact weight, which for some reason I don’t like to talk about.

He told me that for Valentine’s day he wanted to worship every inch of my obese body, and I felt myself getting slightly aroused for the first time in weeks.  

When he picked me up last night, we walked out to his car and I suggested that I sit in the back seat because I might fit better.  I probably would have fit in the front no problem but I thought that  he might be turned on by me saying that, and I think I was right.  The seat  belt in his back seat genuinely didn’t fit around me and I think he loved it when I told him that.

We had a nice meal but I think both of us were pretty eager to get it over with and go up to our room.  When we were on the elevator he asked me what size panties I wear.  When I told him size 16 he seemed very happy and said he would love to keep the panties that I was wearing at the moment.  He started asking me about my other sizes and measurements and really seemed to like it when I told him the large numbers.

When we got into the room, he kissed me, and whispered in my ear, "Tell me how much you weigh."  I answered him.  We immediately stripped and had sex on the bed.  It was some of the best sex in recent memory.  We fell asleep soon after.

This morning when we woke up he told me he wanted me to be his girlfriend.  My first thought, rather unromantically, was that he has been having casual sex with me for the last year, how many other people was he having casual sex with?  I asked him if that meant we were going to be exclusive and he said that he has been openly gay since he was 14 and didn’t think he could commit to being exclusive with me since I identify as a woman.  I told him I would continue to be his lover, but didn’t think I was ready to be his girlfriend and he seemed to accept that.