Little Pig

by StangStar06

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/ft, Consensual, Romantic, Coercion, Heterosexual, Tear Jerker, Cheating, Group Sex, BBW, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: She couldn't let go of the past

This story and all of the other things that fall out of my imagination was greatly enhanced by the editing skills of DB448. He takes the mess I send him and actually turns it into something intelligible.

My family has always lived in Florida, and I love it here. So, long after my mom and dad passed away, and college called for me to go elsewhere, I've returned to the same lazy sleepy little town I grew up in. Of course it's a little different now. Instead of living in a cramped little house in the city, I live in an airy and open mansion just yards from the ocean. My change in status is due to a successful career choice, paired with shrewd investments and a great idea. Straight out of college I wrote a very simple algorithm that greatly improves the efficacy and error handling of almost any automated system when included in certain software packages. It wasn't so much an invention or a discovery, as it was a packaging. And since I had the patent, licensing it became profitable beyond my wildest dreams. So now, at the ripe old age of 32, I'd never have to work again.

My wife Peggy and I have everything we could hope for and more. We were blessed to have a life-long love, and happiness. Or we were until last night.

My name is Greg Bradford; I'm 5' 10", I have sandy blond hair with blue eyes and weigh 185 lbs. Pretty average in most respects. I'm an OK looking guy, not prince charming but I've never had any complaints. Besides my knack with computer programming, I'm average in every other way. In high school I wasn't the captain of the football team or a nerd; I was that guy in the middle. I was smart enough that the nerds respected me, and athletic enough that the jocks did too.

When I was 7 years old one of our neighbors, a single woman, had a baby. There was no father in the picture and back in those days that was unheard of. My mom, unlike the rest of the neighbors, was drawn to help her in any way she could. I remember my mom dragging me over to see the baby when I really wanted to be out playing baseball. But even then, the first time I saw a baby, period, I knew that there was a connection between Peggy and me. By the time I was 10 and Peggy was 3 her mom Sue would buy me ice cream to watch over Peggy as she did her household chores.

My Mom of course watched Peggy while Sue worked. A few years later when I was 13 or 14, I was Peggy's only babysitter, whether her mom was working, shopping, or trying to date.

When Peggy started school some of the kids picked on her because Peggy, while not big nasty fat, was not svelte. It didn't last for very long though because the first time I heard about it, I followed her to school and put a stop to it. The kids probably still called her "Piggy" or "Pig" for short; they just did it behind her back. I thought Peggy was beautiful, and I told her so often. But she was 7 and I was 14, so girls my own age had a priority of sorts. I went out with a few of the girls I went to school with, and probably could have dated more, but I was selective. The girls who were interested in me learned over time that if they were nice to Peggy, I was nice to them.

When I was 18 and Peggy was 11. I went off to college and was only around for the summers after that. But when I came home each summer, the first thing I did was to check on my little sister, as I called her, to make sure she was OK. Then we'd spend the rest of the summer together. I sometimes got the feeling that things weren't so great when I wasn't home, but Peg never wanted to talk about it, and I did the best I could.

After college I took a job with a software firm in California, the money and the experience were too good to pass on, but we kept in contact through e-mail and phone. I kind of assumed that everything was great with Peg and was sure that if anything major in her life had changed she would have told me because we talked about everything.

When I was 25 and Peg was 18, I got the call. Peg really needed something and her mom couldn't get it out of her, she was depressed and crying and no one could help her so her mom called me. I took vacation time and came home. I was there that same night.

As much as I'd tried to stay in contact, I guess I missed something because my Peg had grown up. At 5'4" tall and 180lb she was not gifted with the proportions of a super model but who cared. Her weight was all in her ass and her chest. Long, wavy, inky black hair framed a face that was only marred by Peg's giant ill fitting glasses. Her legs were big but proportional to the rest of her, and the very slight rounding of her tummy only proved that she was a real flesh and blood woman, not a Barbie doll. As soon as I saw her, two things happened. The first was that she ran and jumped into my arms. The second was as she pressed her breasts against my stomach looking for comfort from whatever was bothering her, my dick got as hard as a bar of steel and would not go down.

Sue came into the room to see what all the fuss was about and smiled when she saw me.

"I knew you'd show up, but I didn't expect you to make it all the way across the country this fast" she said.

I took Peggy out to eat so we could get to the bottom of her problem. We went to a steak house a couple of miles down the road from the old neighborhood. It was touristy, but it had the advantage of secluded booths so we'd have some privacy.

"Spill it Peg" I said.

Her whole attitude was just unfathomable to me and she alternated between smiling and laughing hysterically and tears and bottomless sadness. Women could do that. I didn't know very many guys who could.

"I'm graduating this year" she said softly.

"That's great" I said, "I'm so proud of you Peg"

"No one will take me to the prom" she whispered, with tears running down her face.

"Peg, lots of people go to their proms stag. Remember my Prom? Rita Cushing, one of the prettiest girls in my class went to the prom alone. It's no big deal" I told her.

"I remember your prom" she said, "you bought 2 corsages; one for Tara Anderson, who went with you, and the other one for me. I still have it pressed in the bible at home. You probably don't remember it as well as I do" she said.

"I remember most of it" I told her.

"Why did Tara look at me funny before the two of you left?" she asked.

"Probably because she thought I was weird for giving a corsage to an 11 year old girl" I replied. "As I recall she and I didn't do anything after the prom and we didn't date anymore after that either, I wonder what happened to her?"

"You really are that thick, aren't you?" said Peg. "When you gave me that corsage, I told you that I loved you for the first time. And even though you didn't take it seriously, Tara did. Anyway, you had your time to be young and wild, to go to dances, and parties, and hang out with the in crowd. You had girlfriends and went steady, and were invited to things and clubs. You were a part of the crowd, you were popular. Everybody in town really expected you to marry Cindy Sheppard and leave town to become a big success."

"Everybody except me that is" I said very seriously

"Cindy Sheppard went out with Tom Johnson, he was the class everything, captain of the football team, class president, yada, yada, yada"I said.

"Cindy had it bad for you, but you never asked her out. All of your friends even knew it, but you were so easy going you never even asked her out. She and Tom were always off and on. And when they were off, every guy in school asked her out except you. When you didn't have a date for the prom 3 weeks before the dance, she broke up with Tom on purpose" laughed Peg. "She didn't make up with him until you asked Tara. Cripes, even my mom knows that. Cindy and Tom are still off and on even now"

Peg heaved a deep sigh and seemed to grow more serious.

"Anyway, back to my problem. Do you know that I'm 18 years old and have never been invited to a dance because I'm fat and ugly? I've never even had a boyfriend and I've never been up to the river to watch the submarine races. None of the guys in town want to go out with the pig" she said morosely. "Why are you laughing?" she snapped.

"So that's all this is about?" I laughed.

"This may seem like nothing to you but it's everything to me" she said as she started crying again.

Most of you reading this have heard the saying that you feel a shiver down your spine when someone walks on the ground you'll be buried in. I felt that shiver then, and those words have only just now come back to haunt me.

"I can fix this Peg. It won't be easy, but we can do this" I told her

"How?" she asked.

"Just let me worry about it. If you agree to do everything I say, you'll have the best time ever at your prom" I declared

"I always do everything you say anyway" she said, "I always have since the day I was born"

"OK, we start now then" I said waving my arm for the waiter. "The lady has changed her mind, no steak, she just wants a dinner salad" I informed him.

We had 6 weeks left until prom. The next morning, I started Peg on an exercise program that included lots of running and swimming. That was really the fun part because we ran and swam together. This gave us a chance to talk and catch up with all of the details of Peg's life that I'd missed, though I got the idea that there were some things she just wasn't ready to go into with me. Another thing that was funny to me was the fact that Peg seemed to think that she was a monster and really unattractive, but I always had a hard-on whenever she was near me.

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