Splat

She landed with a splat, directly in front of the fence. A sizable
splat. She was a sizable girl. I dropped the newspaper I'd just
collected from the letterbox, opened the gate, and helped her up. She
wasn't happy.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I fucking hate running. Oh, God, sorry."

"No worry. You alright?"

"Oh, yeah, I think so. I just slipped in the fucking mud there."

"Yeah, I can see."

She looked down where I was pointing. She had fallen and slid right
through the mud until her head hit the base of my picket fence. She
was covered, from the top of her blonde head, down over her sizable
breasts, and further. Her shirt was covered, and her shorts, which had
been pulled down a little, were a slippery brown, and the colour
continued all the way down her normally pale legs, and her newly
co-ordinated shoes. "Oh, fuck!" She tried to shake the mud from her
shirt, and succeeded only in showing how mobile her breasts were.
Giving up on that, she hoisted her shorts back up, at the back, over
her ample buttocks first, and then at the front, covering her panties
properly. "God, what a mess."

"Oh, it's not so bad," I told her, trying my best to look sympathetic.
"Look, come and sit on my porch for a minute, and get your breath
back."

"Oh, listen, I don't want to be any bloody bother. I've already tried
to attack your fucking fence."

"Nonsense, I insist. Look, you're the first jogger I've rescued in
ages. And the fence will recover. It's coped all this time without me
painting it. It's not your fault it rained last night."

"Oh, well, are you sure? You weren't going anywhere?"

"I'm sure. Steven."

"Oh, sorry. It's Andy. Anthea, but don't you dare."

"Hi Andy. Come on, and sit down. It's nice here in the sun. What about
coffee?"

"Coffee? God, I might have to hit your fence again another day. You
sure?"

"Sit down. Back in a minute, Andy. Oh, how do you have it?"

"Oh, I need some sugar. I shouldn't. That's what the bloody running is
about. Getting rid of some fat. But shit, I need some, I think."

"Sugar's good for shock. Two?"

"Yeah, thanks."

"And you're not fat."

"I fucking am so!"

"I don't think so."

"Oh, God, I've got a gutter mouth too. Sorry. And thanks."

"Given your current state, Andy, I guess that would qualify as talking
dirty?"

"Oh, stop it!"

"Sorry. Listen, you can use any bad words you like. I don't mind."

"Oh. You are being far too nice to me, you know."

"Not at all. Wait there." I stepped inside and made some coffee for
both of us.

 By the time I got back outside, Andy was leaning back in the sun, and
the mud was drying on her. As she straightened up, dried bits of mud
fell from her face, and a small cloud of dust hovered in front of her
for a moment, before falling to the ground. 

She looked up at me, and took one of the cups, with a grateful nod.
"Thanks Steve. You've no idea how nice this is."

"Nice for me too, Anthea."

"Don't call me that!"

"I won't, so long as you call me Steven."

"Oh, sorry Steven." She looked at me then, and saw my smile.
"Bastard!"

"You know, every time you speak, some more mud cracks off your face."

"Oh, I must look a frigging sight."

"Well, you look a little frightful, I'll admit, but it's just mud.
It'll come off. I hope you look nicer underneath."

"You are a bastard! God, I don't mind telling you, I hate fucking
running."

"You said. Why do it then?"

"I'm obese."

"You're not obese."

"I am. If I'm not obese, what am I?"

"Chubby."

"I am not!"

"You are. Chubby is nice. You're not fat, or obese, I'm telling you."

"Are you a bit kinky, Steven?"

"Huh?"

"You like fat girls?"

"Oh... No one ever asked me that before. I've never really thought
about it. I'm not exactly skinny myself."

"You're not fat..."

"If I'm not, then you're not."

"I've always wanted to look like that."

"It wouldn't look right, Andy."

"No, not like that, I mean, girl shaped, but thinner."

"Are you having health problems now?"

"Me? No, why?"

"Then why go to all this effort to change the way you look?"

"Well, I ... Can I come around here more often?"

"Much as you like, Andy."

"I was kidding."

"I wasn't."

"Oh. Thank you Steven."

"Listen, have I at least half convinced you I'm not a homicidal
maniac?"

"Yeah, half."

"Then come and have a shower."

"What?"

"Come inside, and have a shower. I can wash and dry your clothes for
you."

"Oh, I couldn't do that."

"Couldn't because I'm dangerous, or couldn't because you are too
polite?"

"Oh, well you seem safe enough."

"Well then?"

"Oh, alright Steven. Thank you so much."

"No problem Andy. Listen, shake some of that off, and I'll get a towel
for you, okay?"

"God, you should have a good Samaritan sign on your gate."

"Just as well I haven't. You would have hit it with your head!"

"Too fuckin' true!"



By the time Andy shook off the worst of the dried mud, I'd found her a
towel, and a robe. I wasn't sure if the robe would fit, but it was
worth a shot. She came inside, and found me, and I wondered how to
work this.

"Listen Andy, I don't want you to get the wrong idea, but somehow I
need your clothes."

"Yeah. Steven, are you shy?"

"No, why?"

"What if I wrap myself in the towel, and give you them?"

"No good. You'll get dirt on the towel."

"Yeah. How about I just throw them out the door?"

"That works. Here, let me show you where to go. No, let me carry
these. You'll get them dirty."



I left her in the bathroom, after explaining how to adjust the
temperamental shower, and returned to the kitchen with the cups. When
I got back to the hallway, her muddy clothes were sitting on the
floor, obviously flung out the doorway in a rush. I picked them up,
and headed for the laundry. When I got back to the hallway again, I
could hear screaming from the bathroom.

"Andy, you alright?"

"The water's gone all funny! Ow!"

"Oh, yeah, you need... shit, I forgot to tell you."

"Ooh, ow. Can I fix it?"

"I'd need to... no, shit."

"Could you fix it if you came in here, Steven?"

"Yeah, but I told you it's not like that."

"I don't mind. I'm standing out of the water. Come on."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, come on."

"I won't look."

"I'll be disappointed."

"Oh."

I opened the door, and stepped into the steam-filled room. Andy was
standing at the end of the bath, away from the water streaming down
over the other end. She looked very different, mostly clean, and
rather pale. I was right though. She wasn't fat. Not really. She was
round, no doubt about it, and she had a sizeable ass, but she looked
nice, to me. "Listen, you have to wiggle..." Then I started laughing.

"What's so funny, Steven?"

"I just realised. It's not the shower taps. Not this time. It's my
fault."

"How?"

"I started the washer, to clean your clothes."

"Oh, could you go turn it off for a minute?"

"Yeah, sorry Andy. Hey?"

"Yep."

"Listen, I know I shouldn't have looked, but I was right. You're not
fat."

"Not?"

"Not. Back in a minute."

I rushed out to the laundry, jabbed the pause button on the machine,
and ran back, stopping outside the door.

"Try that, Andy!"

"It's still not right, Steven."

"Arrrgh, can I come back in?"

"Of course."

When I opened the door this time, the view was a little different.
Anthea was standing under the water, facing me, her hands in her hair.
She made no attempt to hide. "Oh, that seems to be working, Andy."

"It is. Listen, I have no experience with this sort of thing, but are
you... with somebody?"

"Me? No, why?"

"Well, any chance you can scrub my back?"

"I'd love to."

"Well, get those off, and get in here."

"You sure?"

"I don't show off my boobs, to say nothing of my thighs, to just
anyone, you know. Hurry up."

I tore my clothes off and leapt under the water, and Andy turned, and
presented her back to me. "Soap, Steven. By the way, I looked too."

I took the soap from the tray, and started lathering up her back. "You
looked?"

"You never said I couldn't."

"No. More soap?"

"Nah, let me turn around."

She twisted then, and pulled me to her. She wasn't tall. Her head
tucked under my chin, and we caressed each other slowly under the hot
water, dancing around slowly in order to share the water. She felt my
erection against her skin, and just pressed herself closer. We didn't
say a single word for ten minutes or so, just slowly moving together
under the water. Then she slowly tipped her head up, and pulled my
head down, so she could get her mouth near my ear.

"Fuck."

"What?"

"I said 'fuck'."

"Oh. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, silly. It's an invitation."

"It's... oh."

"Was that a yes?"

"Oh, yeah, but listen, how about not here. Not the first time. The
bed."

"Yeah."

"Get out then, Andy."

"You first."

"Can't."

"Why not, Steven?"

"I don't have a towel. You can let me have yours after you use it."

"You really are a gentleman, aren't you?"

"Not for me to say. I try."

"You succeed."

"Thanks. Get out."

"Okay, okay. No need to push."

"That was a stroke, not a push."

"Oh, well then. Fuck."

"Soon."

"I hope so."

She climbed out of the shower then, and dried herself quickly. No
traces of shyness remained, and she wiggled and jiggled in front of me
shamelessly. I loved it.

"Here, Steven. One slightly used towel."

"Thanks. You want that robe?"

"Nah, what's the point?"

"I think I like you."

"I know I like you!"

I leapt out of the shower, and dried myself as fast as I could, then
leaned over and turned the taps off before taking Andy back into my
arms, and slowly walking backwards out of the bathroom. Andy was
giggling, and trying to talk to me. I kept covering her mouth with
mine, and she couldn't speak.

When we reached the bedroom, I turned around, and gently lowered Andy
to the bed, her feet still on the floor. I knelt on the carpet, and
slowly kissed my way up her legs from the knees, switching legs
randomly as I went. Eventually, I got to the mound between her legs,
covered by a small, tidy thatch of pale hair. I kept right on kissing,
and Andy spread her legs in invitation. I could hear her asking how I
knew, but I ignored her, and the kisses continued. 

My lips were on hers, her damp labia flinching delightfully from my
caresses, and I continued, spreading her a little with my hands, and
slowly working my way up to her rather obvious clitoris. The hard
little nubbin was waiting for me, erect and sensitive, and I realised
that my lips might be a little rough here, so I investigated with my
tongue first, circling slowly and wetly before sliding right over the
top, to a chorus of moans.

I carefully dipped my finger inside her as my tongue continued to
torment her, and then another, and yet a third, and I was stunned by
how slippery she was, and the way that her whole body reacted to my
caresses. I continued, listening for and feeling the reactions,
building slowly until I realised she couldn't hold back much longer,
and then I put my lips around her swollen clit, sucked the whole
assembly into my mouth, and continued to play with it with my tongue.

I could feel her body shaking now, her breaths coming shallowly, her
muscles tensing around my thrusting fingers, and I sped up, tickling
her clit as fast as I could with my tongue, sucking her deeper into my
mouth, and pumping my fingers deep inside her slipperiness.

I was rewarded with a groan, and then tense silence for a moment, and
then Andy exploded, her legs clamped on my fingers, and she tried to
escape my tongue as her whole body shook, and she screamed. I kept my
tongue back, but persisted with my lips, her body bucking beneath me,
her skin covered in sweat, as she came, long and hard, panting and
groaning. 

I kept my fingers moving slightly inside her as she calmed down, her
muscles contracting again and again, clamping me in place. I carefully
removed my mouth from her delightfully tender parts, lifted my head,
and smiled at her.

"Steven, you fucking bastard!"

"What did I do now?"

"You fucking know exactly what you did. God, my cunt has gone to
heaven and back."

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Uh huh."

"Listen, you fucker. First off, you have any idea how many times I've
run past your house, never realising what you had in here?"

"Sorry about that. I should have a sign for that as well?"

"No, you get some kind of perverse fucking pleasure out of it."

"I do."

"Hey, Steven?"

"Yup."

"I thought you promised me a fuck?"

"No, actually, you offered, and I accepted."

"Same thing." Andy pulled herself further up the bed, so her feet were
no longer hanging off the end. "What are you waiting for?"

I didn't bother answering. I stood up, my painful erection obvious
now, and climbed up on the bed. Andy spread her knees, and I knelt
between them, grinning at her, and lowered my face to her breasts. Her
nipples were large, and hard, and she sighed, as I took one of them
into my mouth. I played with it for a while, the same way I had with
her clit, before removing my mouth to repeat the performance with the
other one, only to find that Andy was taking care of it herself, her
fingertips teasing it none too gently.

I moved up her body a little, so that our faces were near each other,
and our lips connected, our tongues dancing in the hot wet space
formed, delicate strokes saying a lot that we couldn't. Without any
conscious thought, our bodies were pressing against each other, Andy's
hands off her nipples now, and gripping me behind my shoulder blades,
her legs wrapped around behind my ass.

Andy tried to speak then, and I ignored her until she tried again. I
reluctantly released my mouth then, instantly missing her tongue.

"What was that?"

"Fuck me!" she whispered urgently, thrusting her body again, in case I
didn't understand.

"Now, honey?"

"Fuck yes, Steven. Now. Fuck me now!" the last sentence was screamed,
rather than whispered, and I finally realised she was in a hurry.

I lifted my upper body up on my arms, looked down at her dreamy
kiss-ravaged face, and lowered my erection on to her skin. A little
adjustment, and I slid tightly inside, our eyes keeping contact as my
cock stroked her intimately.

I stopped for a moment then, deep inside her, her muscles rippling
around me, her delicate thrusts picking up momentum.

"Now, Andy?"

"Now, Steven. Right fucking now!"

I started to move. Long, slow thrusts, almost removing myself from her
before pushing deep inside again, pushing her apart and filling her
again and again. As the wetness, and the heat, the desperation, and
the friction increased, so did the speed, and eventually I was
pistoning inside her, each of my thrusts matched by one of hers, our
bodies pumping intimately together, our eyes still locked, and our
groins.

I could feel that tickle that meant that I couldn't last much longer,
accompanied by a look in Andy's eyes that I guessed meant the same
thing, and suddenly it all seemed awfully urgent, and I couldn't wait.
As I thrust again, deep inside her, Andy let out a low, long growl; an
animal noise; a wild thing, and that pushed me over the edge. 

As I groaned, I pumped, and I could feel my cock contracting and
releasing. Strings of semen slammed deep inside Andy, and she
responded by groaning herself; her eyes closed, with tears streaming
from them, and she came again, her body twitching uncontrollably this
time, her cunt clamping and releasing me as she writhed beneath me,
out of control now, her hips doing her thinking for her, thrusting
toward me desperately.

We calmed down slowly, and I collapsed on top of her, my cock sliding
from her as she cradled my head on her large breasts, and tried to
slow her breathing. Eventually, we got back to something like normal,
and she spoke again.

"Steven?"

"Uh huh."

"Could I give up the running?"

"Huh? Sure."

"But I'd..."

"What?"

"Well, I need to get the exercise somehow, and I don't want to fall
over at your gate."

"No, guess you don't."

"No... so... well.. if I just pop around here, and have a coffee..."

"Yeah."

"Well... would you... umm... wanna fuck?"