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“Shall we check this place out?” Sean suggested to Bridgette and Kyle.

  “Yeah.” Kyle agreed. “Hey mom, my wish came true.”

  “About Water Zone?”

  “Yeah that too!” Kyle giggled.

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  I Told You So

  A Contemporary, New Adult, First Time Story

  By Elle Crosby

  © Copyright 2016 by Elle Crosby (Author) and Second Chances Press (Publisher).

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  In no way is it legal to reproduce, duplicate, or transmit any part of this document in either electronic means or in printed format. Recording of this publication is strictly prohibited and any storage of this document is not allowed unless with written permission from the publisher. All rights reserved.

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  Chapter 1

  There are studies out there that show data of everything imaginable, from the tallest person, the heaviest person, oldest person and those that have the biggest….ahem, well you know what I’m talking about. They say women are okay with average and normal, but what’s normal anyway?

  What about personality? Doesn’t my personality, attitude and confidence matter anymore? They also say it’s not necessarily size but the motion of the boat on the ocean, and they say men are shallow.

  I can tell you a secret, however. Being bigger is such a hassle, not just for me but for every single woman I’ve ever been with. I’m sure when they are with their friends they are showing me off, bragging but when her and I are alone together – its complaining.

  Funny thing is everyone in my family is bigger. Taller to be exact. My dad was several inches over six feet and my mom was a few inches under so it wasn’t really a surprise that I made the basketball team in high school. Well actually it was, I only grew up to 5’9”. Got you there! When I started high school I still hadn’t hit that hormonal stage but by the time I graduated I was larger than life down there and being somewhat average in height must have been to compensate for that.

  Eventually everyone in the locker room in high school found out and due to my shyness it didn’t help me any but now that I look at it now, I probably was the talk of the town and my number was probably in a lot of cell phone address books.

  Being shy, I kept to myself – insecure about what I considered a deformity back then and I got teased a lot. Eventually I turned eighteen and so did one classmate that I had a crush on her for the past four years. One day I gathered the confidence to ask her out. Okay I’ll be honest, she was the one to ask me out and I know it wasn’t for my great personality. Now, if I had asked her out it wouldn’t have been for her great personality either. She was blonde, average height, and a perky personality to match her 36 C breasts. Not to mention she was Jr. Captain of the cheerleading squad. I wasn’t dumb enough to go after the actual Captain, but let’s save that for another day. But let’s get back to the cheerleader that asked me out. She was one of those girls who had perfect breasts that would bounce and jiggle every time she walked and she was every boy’s wet dream. She was definitely mine.

  She wasn’t much in the smarts department but that didn’t matter to me at the time. I found out at our 10 year high school reunion that she ended up marrying an average guy and had several kids with him in a lovely cottage style home with a white picket fence. Ironic isn’t it?

  Kelly (the cheerleader) turned eighteen the week before me and rumor had it that she had slept with most of the basketball team, except me of course but then again at the time she didn’t know about by growth spirt the summer before Senior Year.

  When I finally did and she had asked me out, I ended up losing my virginity to her. We had sex frequently before my growth spirt became too much too handle for her and she found another guy.

  “It’s starting to hurt now.” She said when she broke it off. She didn’t seem to be complaining when I first pounded into her pussy. How was I supposed to know? Sure when I was really in the mood, I pounded into her hard but I thought women liked it rough but I guess when you are the size of an elephant, it can be too much.

  But she was my first sex partner and everything I had heard about women saying they wanted this or that was completely wrong. Sure I know my 8 ½ inches was more than the average guy and when women heard about the size they always came crawling but when they finally had it, they seemed to run away.

  The summer after high school graduation, I did manage to ask several other classmates I had known previously when I ran into them but none of it lasted very long. Most of my sex life thereafter was nonexistent. All I had was myself and that always got boring after a while.

  When I started college, things got worse for a while and then eventually got better. The sister of one my college roommate came to visit him once and when she eventually got wind of my situation she kept bugging him to bring him home for family dinner.

  His sister jane was pretty much my height, blonde and very nice to look at. She was slim with DD breasts which I found fantastic. When I started coming to his house with him for Sunday night dinners, I noticed her trend of going braless and I could see her nipples poking against her tight fitting shirt. It always gave me a hard on and the problem of hiding it and escaping his parents’ house at the end of the night.

  She was twenty-three and had just graduated college the previous year and was looking for a full-time job and so she was home more often than she wanted to be. One night when I was there for the usual Sunday night dinners, as his parents came to like me, I was talking about basketball with Jerry (my college roommate) and she ended up sitting next to me on the living room couch. Their parents had already gone up to bed so it was just the three of us alone. She was more deliberate and obvious on this evening because her parents weren’t around and she couldn’t care less what her younger brother Jerry thought even if I was his friend.

  When Jerry, stood up and went to the bathroom

  “Jerry says you play basketball and know how to fix cars.” She said as a matter-of-fact statement when Jerry got up to use the restroom upstairs.

  “Maybe you can take a look at my car in the garage sometime. I had one of my friend’s whose supposedly a mechanic try and fix it but he couldn’t figure it out but maybe you can.”

  “If a mechanic couldn’t figure it out, what makes you think I can?”

  “I think he was just too young and only agreed to come over and fix my car just so he could get with me. I wasn’t into that so he eventually claimed he couldn’t fix the car and left.”

  I just nodded, half listening to her rambling. If I knew her from another part of my life and things being different, I would have taken her up on her offer, maybe. But somehow despite my denial in my head, my other head had an ego and said to Jane that I could fix it and that I’d have a look at it the next evening and that I’d bring all the tools I had.

  She said to not worry about the tools, that I could use her dad’s and that if I could come on Friday instead that everyone would be gone and that I wouldn’t be disturbed as much, since her dad didn’t like anyone touching his tools but a part of me suspiciously thought there was more to it than that.

  “Don’t bother to eat dinner beforehand, I’m going to fix you up a nice dinner as a thank you for agreeing to fix my car. Do you like rib eye?”

  “Yes.” I said. Any type of red meat sounded great as I was used to the usual dorm food or microwaveable noodles.

  Chapter 2

  That Friday evening, she had called me to let me know what time to come as not to be disturbed and I pulled up in front of her house. Without Jerry or her parents around, the house was dimmer than it usually was. The two car garage door was slightly open with a dim light as well. Through the crack in the garage doorway, Jane had what looked like a 10 year old red beamer convertible.

  She suddenly appeared behind me and with one glance at her she was dressed more provocatively than she normally did on Sunday night dinners. Her smile see
med more like Come Hither than Come on in. Made me wonder again if her car really did need fixing. She wasn’t lying however, it really did need fixing but just a battery replacement that she had bought already. It was a quick little fix and it was problem solved.

  Well, it actually wasn’t a quick little fix. It took longer than it should have because Jane and her body kept getting in the way. At one point during my rambling, while I assessed her engine I had looked up and she had about positioned the top of her cleavage near my face and it stopped me mid-sentence. It kinda kept getting annoying as I was semi interested in getting the car fixed and she was preventing me from doing so.

  "Okay, there we got it." I said as I tightened the last bolt on the car battery.

  “Great!” She exclaimed as she threw her arms around me and hugged me so tight I could feel those perky nipples poking me in the chest. She then laid a huge kiss on my lips that quickly turned into her sticking her tongue down my throat while moaning loudly. I didn’t expect that at all let alone with someone who had the option of kissing anyone else.

  She eventually let me go and asked if I was hungry and that after we ate that she may have other things of hers that I could fix. After the delicious rib eye dinner that she fixed for me, she eventually asked if I wanted to go for a drive. It was getting late and I had to study for Monday’s exam, but I reluctantly agreed.

  Jane said we could take her beamer and that if I wanted to drive it I could. I took her on her offer and she offered to give me driving directions of places she wanted me to see. The directions were kinda odd as we ended up through a neighborhood called Hotel Row. A street block with hotel after hotel and motel after motel. Everyone who was looking for something usually came to this part of town.

  “Turn into this parking lot.” She said pointing to a two-start motel parking lot at the end of the block and instructed me to park in the spot in front of the last motel door in the complex.

  “I have a room here that I occasionally rent out for a few days, when my parents become too much to handle and stress me out. Come inside with me. The things I need are upstairs.” She pointed to a 2nd floor door, right above where we were parked.

  I was a gentleman and helped her from a car and she led me upstairs to the door she previously pointed at and opened its door with the key she pulled from her purse. The motel suite was huge with a king sized bed and a flat screen television.

  “The bathroom’s over there in case you need it.” She said pointing to a closed door.

  “Go get ready, I’ll be out here waiting for you.”

  “Ready?” I questioned.

  “Well yeah? What needs fixing can’t be done with what you currently have on. So go in there and take them off.”

  Even though, Jane was very obvious and I partially wasn’t in the mood because she was Jerry’s sister, but seeing her huge breasts bounce ever time she walked always had me ready to go.

  I had undressed in the bathroom and Jane eventually knocked letting me know it was safe to come out. As I stepped out the room was dimly lit,

  I peeked around the edge of the bathroom door, wondering what I'd see when I stepped out. The room was mostly dark, with only a sliver of dim, with her silhouette on the bed.

  “Come take care of me. I need tons of fixing and its going to take your tool to fix it.”

  I stepped through the bathroom door into the main room toward the king size bed. I slowly crawled onto the bed to where she was. Her hand found my leg and eventually made its way into my briefs. Her hand made it inside them and grabbed me and squeezed.

  “Let’s not waste any more time and take those briefs off.” She said in a sultry voice.

  “There that’s better. Now lie back.” She said as she sat up and knelt down on either side of my hips. She started to rub up and down on me and she eventually lowered herself until I had entered her. She started to moan as she started to rock her hips in a circular motion and I entered her deeper.

  “Do you like that?”

  "Oh, yes!" I grunted.

  "I like it too.” She groaned hoarsely as she settled herself more onto me.

  Jane started rocking her hips faster and faster screaming louder as she did so.

  “How’s that?” She grunted as pulled me on top of her.

  "Great! Does it hurt?” I asked as I pumped into her.

  “Ughhhh.” Was all she said.

  I took it as a good sign as I continued to pump into her faster with each stroke.

  "Push faster and harder!" She screamed in ecstasy.

  I did as she asked and she started screaming louder.

  "Oohh!" She wailed.

  I pushed again, slid in deeper, and felt my body press against hers and she said “That’s good, just push a little harder and really drive into me!”

  I did roughly and she gasped and moaned as she climaxed. Her breath rasped from her throat while her whole body shook. I continued my thrusting as hard as I could because it felt so good and I climaxed few minutes later.

  Chapter 3

  Two years later.

  I graduated junior college by now and in the past couple of years Jane and I had gotten together very frequently. It started off with us meeting occasionally at her designated hotel room, other days she was feeling really frisky and asked me to climb into her bedroom window and fuck her quietly in her bedroom with her parents asleep next door. Which as hard to do so because nothing turned me on more than to bang her hard in her own bed with her parents next door. The idea of getting caught turned me on and occasionally I’d forget where we were and start thrusting into her hard enough to cause her head board to bang against the wall but she’d quickly hush me and fortunately her parents never woke up.

  Whenever we would fuck in her bed, I often found myself loving the idea of staying inside her as we fell asleep in the missionary position and whenever it was morning I’d wake up still in her. I’d often get turned on again and start to fuck her again. By this time her parents were usually downstairs having breakfast or out the door rushing to work and I’d start thrusting into her harder and faster causing her headboard to bang so hard against the shared wall it would create tears and holes into the wallpapered bedroom wall.

  During those times, while I was fucking her hard and fast I’d mutter profanity and talk dirty to her so much it turned me off even more and would cause me to start to pound into her so hard she’d scream my name . One morning we fucked for so long I missed my 9am class and by the time we finished fucking it was almost noon. Those moments were the greatest and I couldn’t get enough of her.

  I guess you could say that Jane and I were sort of together, or at least I thought. We practically would get together at least several nights a week, weekends especially every week until I had graduated college 4 years after the first night we slept together. By then we must have had sex hundreds of times, maybe thousands due to those nights were we had fucked a lot the same day.

  Luckily her house, especially her bedroom wasn’t too far from my parents house or the campus of the college I had attended. Her bedroom was out of sight from any nosy neighbors that they had. Sometimes I’d spend the night with her, but parked my car half a block away so her parents wouldn’t notice. Fortunately they never saw me. I would often call ahead of time when I had arrived and she would already be in her bed ready for me to take her. She was insatiable so there was never any real reason to go out and do something. Though there were times were I wanted to go on a real date with her but I’d be stupid to complain about a woman that not only wanted me to have sex with her on a regular basis but could handle my size without complaining about the pain.

  But, someone wise once said good things don't always last. I don’t know what they say about great things, but my great thing ended quickly one night. Her ex-boyfriend from her college years was in town and she ran into him one afternoon. He looked different than she last remembered. He was more muscular and handsomer. He also had a great job and became very wealthy which all were attra
ctive attributes and were things that turned Jane on.

  I couldn’t compete with that, in fact I didn’t even have a chance. They had hooked up that night. Not even in a nice quiet place or had dinner before, they just pulled up to a private trail and hooked up for hours in the back of his SUV.

  She didn’t tell me what they did at first as her and I were still sleeping together but my final romp with her or shall I say 48 hours rompfest with her was an experience. That weekend, we did everything imaginable. From Friday to Sunday, and then she told me she was ending things and hoped I understood.

  When I turned away, I had felt saddened.

  Chapter 4

  After Jane left me, I went from hooking up several nights a week to nothing at all. I was back to me, myself and I. Again.

  I started graduate school months later and because the campus was not far enough away from where Jane and I spent many nights fucking in her bedroom, it didn’t take long for women on campus to hear about my endowment.