Fiona S. was a good friend of mine. We would meet up in the pubs and clubs around town and, usually, get bladdered together. She was 11 years younger than me and almost a foot taller. She was definitely a BBW! She also had an unfortunate reputation for being an easy lay, a reputation that was not totally undeserved, even I had had to step around her outside the pub whilst she was giving some guy or other a blow-job or wank.

On this night back in July,1994, I was 33yo, Fiona S. 22yo. We had been to a hen-party for our mate Rachel, and to not put too fine a point on it ... we were well pissed! “God look at the time 2.38!” Fiona exclaimed as we staggered down the road, “ I can’t go home, I haven’t got my keys, mum and dad’ll kill me!” She began to get a little tearful, “It’s OK babe you can stop at ours tonight,” I offered,

“What about your Simon? Will it be alright?”

“Coarse it will, come on dry them tears, Si will be snoring away by now anyhow!” I gave a laugh and put my arm around her waist. She was, as I say a tall girl, 5ft 10” or so and weighed around 17stones with huge boobs and a large stomach that strained against her red silk shirt. Her checked skirt reached just below the knee, showing off her thick calves that were clad in black seamed stockings, and her 4” heels added to her height, even in my 5” heels we must have looked an odd pair.

Five minutes later I was unlocking the front door, Neelix the cat hurried out past us, I guided Fiona to the living room, “ Let me get the kettle on then I’ll sort out some blankets and a pillow, you’ll be OK on the settee?” I asked filling the kettle and getting two cups, “ Thanks A.J. you’re a real mate, phew it’s warm in here!” she answered, I finished making the coffees,” Milk, two sugars isn’t it?” I asked, “ Yeah that’s fine,” she called back. When I entered the room with the drinks Fiona was sat on the settee with her shirt unbuttoned revealing a black lacy bra that barely enclosed her boobs, “ make yourself at home,” I laughed as placed the cups on the table, “ I am don’t worry,” she smiled back. “ They are impressive, no wonder you get so much attention!” I said a little jealously, Fiona cupped them in her hands, “ They might attract some but I can never hook one!”

“Aw babe Mr Right’ll show up soon enough, what size are they?” She idly jiggled them with her fingers, “38F,” she replied, “ reckon they’re too big sometimes!”