"Phoebe on Sunday" (part 3 of 3)
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I continued thrusting repeatedly, my eyes drinking in the sight of Phoebe's
beautiful breasts surrounding and encompassing me, while I reveled in the
friction of my penis against the smoothness of her skin. Phoebe looked into
my eyes lovingly, occasionally touching her lips or tongue to my penis as it
bobbed up and down.

I knew, then, that I could wait no longer. I stopped and moved down the bed
to Phoebe, taking her in my arms and gently moving her into position for
penetration. She rolled onto her back and brought her legs up again as I
moved over her. Yet I had difficulty entering her; the size of her belly
made the angle awkward.

Phoebe, sensing the problem, slid a bit toward the side of the bed so that
her crotch was flush with the edge. I stood beside the bed, crouching
slightly; my penis was now perfectly angled for entry. I paused for a
moment, savoring the sight of her naked, waiting body before me; then I
slowly slid myself into her.

A raw cry of ecstacy escaped my lips as I buried myself to the hilt in
Phoebe. The sensation was utterly overwhelming. Not only did I have the
intense velvet softness surrounding my penis, but there was also the
incredible lushness of her thighs and belly, cushioning and absorbing my
thrusts.

Phoebe's fingers dug into my buttocks as I continued to move in and out of
her. With each push, a visible wave traveled upward across the flesh of
Phoebe's abdomen, quickly reaching her breasts, where it ended in rapid
jiggling motions. I watched this, hypnotized, for a time; then, supporting
my weight on my palms, I leaned down and put my mouth on Phoebe's right
nipple, feeling the vibrations as I sucked avidly.

I felt Phoebe's hand between my legs; she placed her fingers at the juncture
of our bodies, feeling my wet, engorged penis moving rapidly in and out. I
shifted my weight to my left arm, and my right hand joined Phoebe's; our
fingers intertwined amidst our surging bodies. I slid one finger into Phoebe
and thrilled at the sensation of my penis moving against the walls of her
vagina.

Phoebe's breathing became faster and heavier, and I sensed that she was
nearing orgasm. "Scott...Oh, Scott," she cried faintly. I disengaged my
mouth from her breast and kissed her; her tongue plunged into my mouth.

Phoebe let out a strangled cry, and I felt her vagina tighten around me. At
that moment I could hold back no longer; my body stiffened, and I reached an
overwhelming climax. I gasped for air as my semen exploded into Phoebe. It
was undoubtedly the most powerful orgasm I could remember; my spasms
continued for what seemed like minutes.

Phoebe put her arms around me and her breathing slowed as I felt the last
dwindling contractions of her orgasm. As my own climax subsided, I relaxed
and lay down beside her; Phoebe turned toward me as I did, enabling me to
keep my slowly shrinking penis inside her.

I held Phoebe to me, pressing my body against her warm, ample flesh. She
enveloped me in her huge arms; I felt enclosed, protected from the world by
her. Suddenly the feelings of warmth and empathy from her, combined with my
years of loneliness and the post-orgasmic glow, overwhelmed me; I almost
broke down.

Phoebe looked at me in surprise and gently kissed the single tear that had
appeared on my cheek. "What is it, Scott? What's wrong?"

"I don't know," I said. "It's just too much, I guess...I've been alone so
long, and now...to find you here..." I closed my eyes and rested my head
against Phoebe's breasts. "I had...given up. And now...well, it's been too
long since something this wonderful has happened to me."

Phoebe stroked my hair. "Oh, Scott, it's been a long time for me too. I'm so
glad you found your way here...you're one of the sweetest, gentlest people
I've ever met."

I looked at Phoebe and shook my head in wonder. "What are you doing here?
How can somebody like you just be waiting here, in this house, in this town,
all alone? I just don't understand it..."

Phoebe smiled sadly and touched her hand to my cheek. "Oh, Scott. I hate to
be the one to break this to you, but I'm forty-four years old, and I'm fat.
I'm hardly a prize."

"But I can't just can't believe that you would be alone here...you're so
warm and caring..."

Phoebe's face became ineffably sad. "I haven't always been alone, Scott.
There were others, long ago...but it didn't last. They loved me for what I
could give them in a bedroom...but I always learned that this was all they
wanted. They didn't want to be seen with me; they didn't want to introduce
me to their families. They didn't want to have to explain why they had
chosen a fat woman."

I took Phoebe's hands in mine. "Not this time, Phoebe...it'll be different.
I want the world to see us together...I want--"

Phoebe placed a finger on my lips to silence me. "No, Scott. Please don't
make promises now. I want to believe you...I truly do, but I've been hurt
too many times before. Let's just see what happens; if it doesn't work out,
then I won't be disappointed. If it does, then it will seem so much more
wonderful if it's unexpected."

I sighed, wanting to reassure her further, but I did not respond. She was
right; neither of us could know what would happen. Nevertheless, I was
determined to show her that our relationship would be different; friends,
family, colleagues, and strangers would all see and accept my relationship
with a fat woman; they would have no choice but to accept it.

"I just have one question, Scott," Phoebe said, smiling. "How am I ever
going to finish that painting, if all our sessions end up like this?"

I laughed. "You could switch to still life..."

"You mean paint baskets of fruit?" Phoebe shook her head and held me
tighter. "No, Scott. I'm going to continue to paint you...it may just take a
bit longer to do it, but your beauty will be immortalized on that
canvas...like it or not."

We lay silently together on the brass bed for a long time, neither of us
willing to let go of the other. I rested my head on Phoebe's soft, warm
breasts and watched through the window as the daylight faded to a purple
dusk.

A single star appeared over the trees surrounding Phoebe's house. I realized
that it had been many years since I had watched a single star emerge in the
evening sky, and I recalled my childhood habit of making wishes on the first
star to appear. I had wished for childish, often absurd things: a new
bicycle, a career as an astronaut, a million dollars. Now, as I watched this
unwavering star, a new wish filled me: the wish to have Phoebe with me
always.

"Look, Scott," Phoebe said softly, pointing, and I knew that she could see
the star too. "Star light, star bright..."