It was my senior year in college, a small liberal arts school, no more than two thousand students, so most everyone at least knew half the student body personally and at least vaguely knew something about the other half.
I was chapter president of my fraternity and dating my future wife. It was rush time and I had to devote my entire waking hours to convincing 18 year old men to sign up for four years in the greatest fraternity on earth (as well as convincing 18 year old girls that they needed to talk to some of those 18 year old boys so that the boys would keep coming back to our house during rush). Of course, this meant that my girlfriend was constantly pissed at me because I wasn't devoting all of my waking hours to her.
I had lied and told her that night would be different, that I would be attentive to her needs, then I settled into my fraternity rush mode. After 90 minutes or so, she stormed out and I, having consumed more beer than I normally did, mentally said FU and went on recruiting. After a while, I needed a break from the smell of stale beer and stepped out on the porch when a camp follower from another fraternity happened by our house looking for a fraternity brother of mine whom she had some interest in. I knew her because she was a sort of friend of my girlfriend. I directed her inside the house where her man awaited, but the friend she had walked up with stayed outside and talked to me.
I don't know if it was the alcohol or the degree to which I was pissed off at my girlfriend for leaving, or both, but I was instantly mesmerized by this woman. First off, she was great looking -- of Greek heritage with beautiful raven hair, a bit frizzy, and kind of an exotic look. Then, as we talked, we learned that we had a ton in common. She was a senior too, was the same major as me, we both wanted to go to law school, and we grew up one town apart. Given that there weren't that many people in our major, we were both shocked that we had never run into each other before. And, most important, she seemed as in to me as she was to me (a rare occurence for me during college!).
It was late, but not too late, and I convinced her that for her safety I needed to walk her back to her room, and she was totally accomodating! I knew we had to move fast as her friend would no doubt come back out of my fraternity house soon and seek to break up this budding romance (and then report back to my girlfriend). I thought we had made it, as we walked down the sidewalk to the street in front of the fraternity house and had almost disappeared into the rush crowd, when I heard a shrill voice calling after us ... and it was her friend. She quickly rushed up and I explained that I was merely going to walk her to her room, being the gentleman that I was (and usually I really was).
The friend assured me I didn't need to go to that trouble and that SHE would take her friend home. My Greek goddess looked confused, then her friend took her hand and they were gone! I didn't know the term "cock block" back then but goddess's friend definitly was one.
Obviously I was bummed as great looking women didn't often display overt interest in me, a handsome but shlubby guy at 5'10" and over 190 pounds. But I figured I'd see her again sometime and, if things went south with my girlfriend, I could definitely look her up.
But I NEVER saw her again during my senior, not a brief glimpse across the quad, not even a siting at graduation. It was if we were invisible to one another, despite being students at a decidely small college. After senior year, I went on to law school in another state, married my girlfriend, started and grew my career (and my waistline), and eventually got divorced.
It's not like I thought about the Greek goddess often, maybe once every five years and not for very long, but when I did I wondered how things might have been different if I hadn't been cock-blocked all those years ago.
It was the strangest thing with that woman, like she had dropped off the face of the earth, or maybe never had been there. She didn't even leave behind a yearbook picture in four years of college! But I knew she had been there that one night because several of my fraternity brothers asked "who's she?," as in "how could a girl like that been interested in a guy like you?"
Worst of all I couldn't remember her name!
But life went on as it always does and soon she was but a distant memory and occasional thought of what might have been had her friend not interceded.
Fast forward 25 years and I was one of the top estates and trusts attorneys in Atlanta. I had been divorced for five years and hadn't been in any serious relationships since. Although I did see a Superior Court judge from time-to-time and we were each other's convenient port in a storm. I would have liked for it to go further, but she had been burned in her first marriage and didn't want it known that as a sitting judge she was getting it on with an attorney who conceivably could appear before her bench.
I was a white bread kind of guy and she was an attractive, if not pretty, African American woman whom I'd first met in law school at Emery. While I had a nice big belly, she had an incredibly large derriere and I thought we balanced each other nicely. Salt 'n pepper, belly 'n booty. But I wasn't the type of guy she wanted to be seen in public with, so it was all behind closed doors, and usually at her place.
In fact, I had just gotten into the office after spending the night at her honor's place that my assistant told me she had taken a call from another attorney in town who had been referred to me by a mutual friend. She was an intellectual property attorney who needed some estate planning help for herself and her husband.
The name, Victoria Iovino, meant nothing to me, although it struck me that Iovino was the last name of Miss Cock Block from back in college. I always remembered her because the rumor was that her dad had been mobbed up in Philadelphia and had been whacked. I'd never really believed it, but it was semi-plausible I supposed.
I told my assistant to set up an appointment and then didn't think too much about it until my prospective client was sittting across my desk from me a week or so later. She looked to be my age and was beautiful! Obviously of Greek descent, olive complexion, with an exoticly wonderful face, and still pretty trim for someone almost fifty. I briefly thought back to my brief encounter in college, but then thought to myself "couldn't be."
She looked at me for a moment and I at her and almost simultaneously we both said "have we met?, you look so familiar." So we went down the list of bar events in Atlanta, people we knew, law school, etc., and couldn't connect the dots. Then I said, "it can't be undergrad school because I went to a small college in Tennessee." Then she said, "so did I."
Then we started comparing notes -- the school, year graduated, major, etc., and it hit me that she was my Greek beauty from so long ago. Finally I said, "I think we met on the front porch of my fraternity house our senior year." She smiled and said "I was just thinking the same thing." And, again almost simultaneously, we said "what happened to you?"
I explained that I was quite enthralled by her, but that her friend ruined things. She agreed, saying "I was furious at her for doing that -- I thought you were great and wanted to get to know you." "Same here" I said. But then she really dropped a bombshell and said "but if I had gone off with you, I may never have met my husband -- he is Lana's big brother and she introduced us at our graduation and we've been together ever since."
"Small world" I thought, then Victoria continued "and that's why I'm here to see you. My husband is about ten years older than me and not in the best of health and it's time we got our affairs in order. And everyone in the Atlanta bar tells me you are the guy to see for things like this."
I imodestly said "I am" and we continued to talk about both her legal needs and our days back in college, comparing notes about people we knew and what they were doing now. Including Lana (Miss Cock Block) whom had been married four times already and had no visible means of support, despite an extravagant lifestyle.
Soon our hour was up, but it was lunch time, so I invited Victoria to join me to continue our talk. As I got out of my desk chair to put on my suit jacket, I noticed Victoria checking out my mid-section and she said "there's quite a bit more of you than when we met back in college." I no doubt had a look of concern on my face and she grinned and said "don't worry -- I like it."
Then she surprised me again, saying "one of the reasons I was willing to let you come back to my room back then was that I really dug your little belly. I wanted to get those preppy Madras pants and white Polo shirt off you and play with all the chub I knew was hiding underneath."
"You remember what I was wearing on a night over 25 years ago?"
"Of course, you were the sexiest guy I had seen in four years of college, a super prepster buried under that delicious pudge of yours. I just wanted you to take me back to my room so I strip those clothes off and play with your little belly. I saw you standing out front of your fraternity house as Lana and I were walking up and commented to her that you were a cute little chubster. She warned me that you had a serious girlfriend but I still wanted to strip your clothes off you and play with that delicious pudge!"
"Wow" was all I could say. Then she continued, "and when we started talking and hit it off so well, I really knew that I wanted to get together with you."
"I felt the same way ... you were just incredible and somehow we had never met each other and all I wanted to do was go back to your room and get to know you better. I would have been fine if we had just kept our clothes on and talked until sunrise."
"Same here," she said, "but I kind of wanted to do a little more than just talk." I blushed at that and she noticed and said "cool off Big Boy, I'm a married woman now and am about to engage you for some estate planning." I laughed and said "let's grab lunch and talk about your legal needs."
It turned out that her husband was a successful restauranteur in Atlanta, owning the top-rated Italian place in town, plus another very successful Greek restaurant that served recipes from Victoria's family. Unfortunately, being ten years older than Victoria, he was not in good health and was concerned that they have a solid estate plan in place to take care of her in the event anything happened to him. Not that she necessarily needed it because she was a senior partner in one of the largest law firms in town and was pulling down over a half million a year.
As we talked, I decided to play it cool and order a minimalist meal, a flank steak salad, not wanting to look like too much of a glutton. Toward the end of the meal, Victoria commented that I was eating like a bird and surprised me yet again, telling me "you know, if we had gotten together, "there would be a lot more around your middle than there is now." Just then, our waiter returned to ask about dessert and she ordered one for each of us! When I cast a disapproving look, she smiled and said "you know you wanted dessert, didn't you?"
"Didn't you?" Finally I had to admit that I had and she said "well then, you can have my dessert too!"
After I polished off a chocolate tort and a key lime pie, we made arrangements to meet the next week at her husband's Italian place and talk estate planning over dinner. Then we bid adieu and she gave me a kiss on the cheek, saying "I've been waiting to do that for 25 years," causing me to blush yet again.
I immediately went back to the office and Googled him, hoping to see a picture. But for a guy who was so successful and whose restaurants were so well known, there seemed to be little coverage in the press, including no known photos. Kind of odd in today's interconnected world ...
So I went into the dinner meeting the next week not at all knowing what to expect. When I arrived and announced myself to the maitre d', he escorted me to a small private room where my new clients awaited me. Victoria probably saw my jaw drop when I walked into the room and before me was this beautiful trim Greek goddess and the largest human being I had ever seen in person!
Mr. Iovino was freakin' massive -- I had never met a 500 pound man before but I thought he must have weighed at least that much, maybe more. It was like he ate all the food made in his restaurant! And unlike me, where my weight was disproportionately in my belly, leaving my ass and legs skinny by comparison, Mr. Iovino was round all over. Not only did he have a big belly, but massive love handles and rounded ass, plus very thick thighs and calves. As I walked over to shake hands I was able to get a closer look and changed my mind -- the guy must have weighed at least 600 pounds -- he probably outweighed his wife at least four-to-one!
I had to think, no wonder Victoria had taken a liking to me -- she obviously was infatuated with fat guys. And she no doubt wasn't kidding when she said that there would have been a lot more around my middle now if we had hooked up all those years ago. Then I kind of visualized myself being 500 or 600 pounds and it wasn't such a bad thought, particularly if this sexy woman had helped me get there! My mind was racing, imagining her feeding me full of rich Greek food, getting fatter and fatter at her expert hands.
I finally snapped out of it when her husband, Larry was his name, apologized and said "pardon me, but I've got to take a load off," then plopped down hard in a very ample arm chair at the head of the table. Victoria and I then took seats at either side of him and the wait staff proceeded to bring in one of every appetizer on the menu! Larry dug in heartily to everything, while noticing that I was enjoying the fried calamari more than anything else. He then barked to the waiter to bring two more plates of calamari, "one for me and one for my new friend here."
I was stuffed after the appetizers, and needed a break from eating, but then the wait staff rolled in with entrees served family style. Larry again dug in with abandon, while I took some small portions, trying to pace myself and also leaving an opportunity to discussing the couple's estate planning objectives. Between huge bites, Larry explained how he wanted to leave his beautiful wife set as well as their two children, both recently out of college.
By the end of the evening, as we were enjoying desserts, I had taken a real liking to Larry and he to me. So much so that he invited me back for dinner, this time at their home, the next Saturday night. Victoria looked on approvingly and when we were finished, she walked me out to the parking lot, while Larry leaned back in his chair and loosened his belt and undid his slacks. We all laughed about that and it made him even more endearing.
Victoria took me by the arm and assured me that dinner the next Saturday would be special. "Larry really likes you, although I can tell he thinks you could use a little more weight ... and frankly so do I."
"Do I have any choice in the matter," I asked. "Not really," she laughed. "You see, Larry is such a great chef, it's impossible not to overindulge when you're around him, so let's face it, if we're your clients you're going to pack on some pounds Big Boy."
While I hadn't planned to put on any more weight, suddenly I found the idea to be kind of appealing, particularly if it meant being around beautiful Victoria more.
I had parked in a deck a couple of blocks away on Peachtree Street and Victoria insisted upon escorting me the whole way. That enabled us to talk and I liked that as I was reminded why I was so enchanted with her ever so briefly in my youth.
Upon being told that I would be getting fatter because of Larry's culinary talents, I stepped out on a limb and said, "I don't mean to be mean or anything, but it looks like Larry has enjoyed a lot of his own cooking." Victoria patted me affectionately on the arm and said "indeed he has." Then I stepped out further on the limb and asked "just how much does Larry weigh?" She chuckled and told me she would reveal that information if I first would reveal how much I weighed.
I sheepishly said "271 as of right before I left my apartment to come over tonight." "Very impressive, and if I might also ask, what did you weigh when we met that night in 1989?" "Well, I'm not sure, but I was probably in the 190 range it being early in my senior year." "What were you later in the year?" "Oh I ate a lot of Krispy Kreme donuts that year and was closer to 200 by the time I graduated."
She patted my belly and said "poor boy, if you had dumped your girlfriend and made a move on me, I'd have had you to 225 by graduation!"
"I might have liked that," I said. "But you still haven't answered my question."
"OK, my beautiful fat husband weighs 650 pounds, give or take." I said "wow, I'm a lightweight by comparison, and how much did he weigh when you met him?" Oh, he was a little less than you are now, maybe 250 pounds."
"So you've put 400 pounds on him in 25 years or so?"
She frowned and said "I didn't do anything to him, he did it to himself, it's not my fault he eats so much," then she poked me in the belly and said "just like it's not going to be my fault when you start packing on the tonnage."
By that time, we'd reached my car and I was getting ready to open the door when she pushed me against the car, put her arms around my midsection, and gave me a long and very passionate kiss. Midway through the kiss, she reached one hand down under my belly and then between my legs to feel the erection that had immediately come upon me. When she finally removed her tongue from my mouth, I managed to say, "weren't you the one who told me to calm down, that you were a married woman?"
She said "shut up Fat Boy" and inserted her tongue back into my willing mouth, then with both hands started unbuckling my belt and unfastening my suit pants. When she finally retracted her tongue again, she said "hmmm, you not only have a big belly, but it feels like you've got a big dick too."
Against my better judgement, I said "but what about Larry?" To my surprise she said "oh he's good with it, he likes you, and he wants me to be happy." I kind of stammered "OK then" and she continued pawing me to my great pleasure and relief.
Then she said the words I had been waiting for since senior year -- "you didn't get to come up to my room 25 years ago, so how about if I make it to you tonight Fat Boy? Let's go back to your place and pretend we're still college kids, only let's stop at the Krispy Kreme and get you a few dozen donuts. Then I can really show you what your senior year could have been like with me -- as you can see I like men who are willing to make greedy gluttons out of themselves for little ole' me. Whatdayasay Fatty?"
I said "where's the closest Krispy Kreme?"
It was now four months later and it had been quite the wild ride with Victoria and Larry, starting the night of our initial dinner.
After I asked where the nearest Krispy Kreme was, Victoria laughed and ran her hands under my shirt to feel my belly rolls, and commented "like you don't know the precise location of every Krispy Kreme in town! While you're not Larry-sized YET, from the size of this belly I bet you've consumed more than a few donuts in your time."
"I'm pleading the Fifth," I responded with a wink and grin.
Although no one else was in the parking deck at that hour of night, Victoria suggested we get in my car, so we could have a little more privacy. As I started to get in the driver's side, she said "NO, get in the passenger seat so the steering wheel won't be in the way! And take off your jacket Tubby."
As I climbed in, she entered through the driver's side, leaned over me and started unbuttoning my shirt. I don't like t-shirts so she immediately got to check out my belly rolls and moobs and seemed to like what she saw. Then she slid my already undone slacks down to my knees and started trying to slide my briefs off, while I worked on her blouse, revealing an impressively perky pair of breasts for a 47-year old woman. And despite having mothered two children and being married to a serial eater, she had only the slightest hint of pudge around her middle and her arms looked like a woman who worked out regularly, in decided contrast to my general doughiness.
Once she finally slid my briefs down, I started working on her skirt and panties, and found that she was already soaked. And by coincidence, I was already hard. I reached my hand down to the seat controls and leaned the seat back to provide more room for maneuvering. Victoria giggled to herself and I asked he what was so funny -- "well, I haven't been able to do this in a long time, the last time Larry and I tried it, even with seat pushed back all the way, his belly still touched the dashboard and there wasn't enough room for me to straddle him."
I responded that "it's so nice of you to mention your husband as we're about to commit adultery. You know that is still a misdemeanor offense in Georgia."
She ignored what I said, grasped my two fat cheeks with both hands, and gave me another incredible French kiss. I'd forgotten how passionate a kiss could be, but she was an expert!
Finally, she came up for air and said "I was grinning because I missed doing it in cars. Larry is just so damn fat and I love him and all, but I was imagining how wonderful it would be to make love to you right here in your big Benz."
"Well," I said, "let's get down to business because I was thinking how wonderful it would be for a sexy woman like you to do it to me here in my big Benz."
"OK Fatty, get ready for the ride of your life, 'cause before long you might be too fat to do it in the car anymore!" And it was the ride of my life, she was incredible, and I didn't give too much thought to 650-pound Larry being alone in his apartment above the restuarant.
I was chapter president of my fraternity and dating my future wife. It was rush time and I had to devote my entire waking hours to convincing 18 year old men to sign up for four years in the greatest fraternity on earth (as well as convincing 18 year old girls that they needed to talk to some of those 18 year old boys so that the boys would keep coming back to our house during rush). Of course, this meant that my girlfriend was constantly pissed at me because I wasn't devoting all of my waking hours to her.
I had lied and told her that night would be different, that I would be attentive to her needs, then I settled into my fraternity rush mode. After 90 minutes or so, she stormed out and I, having consumed more beer than I normally did, mentally said FU and went on recruiting. After a while, I needed a break from the smell of stale beer and stepped out on the porch when a camp follower from another fraternity happened by our house looking for a fraternity brother of mine whom she had some interest in. I knew her because she was a sort of friend of my girlfriend. I directed her inside the house where her man awaited, but the friend she had walked up with stayed outside and talked to me.
I don't know if it was the alcohol or the degree to which I was pissed off at my girlfriend for leaving, or both, but I was instantly mesmerized by this woman. First off, she was great looking -- of Greek heritage with beautiful raven hair, a bit frizzy, and kind of an exotic look. Then, as we talked, we learned that we had a ton in common. She was a senior too, was the same major as me, we both wanted to go to law school, and we grew up one town apart. Given that there weren't that many people in our major, we were both shocked that we had never run into each other before. And, most important, she seemed as in to me as she was to me (a rare occurence for me during college!).
It was late, but not too late, and I convinced her that for her safety I needed to walk her back to her room, and she was totally accomodating! I knew we had to move fast as her friend would no doubt come back out of my fraternity house soon and seek to break up this budding romance (and then report back to my girlfriend). I thought we had made it, as we walked down the sidewalk to the street in front of the fraternity house and had almost disappeared into the rush crowd, when I heard a shrill voice calling after us ... and it was her friend. She quickly rushed up and I explained that I was merely going to walk her to her room, being the gentleman that I was (and usually I really was).
The friend assured me I didn't need to go to that trouble and that SHE would take her friend home. My Greek goddess looked confused, then her friend took her hand and they were gone! I didn't know the term "cock block" back then but goddess's friend definitly was one.
Obviously I was bummed as great looking women didn't often display overt interest in me, a handsome but shlubby guy at 5'10" and over 190 pounds. But I figured I'd see her again sometime and, if things went south with my girlfriend, I could definitely look her up.
But I NEVER saw her again during my senior, not a brief glimpse across the quad, not even a siting at graduation. It was if we were invisible to one another, despite being students at a decidely small college. After senior year, I went on to law school in another state, married my girlfriend, started and grew my career (and my waistline), and eventually got divorced.
It's not like I thought about the Greek goddess often, maybe once every five years and not for very long, but when I did I wondered how things might have been different if I hadn't been cock-blocked all those years ago.
It was the strangest thing with that woman, like she had dropped off the face of the earth, or maybe never had been there. She didn't even leave behind a yearbook picture in four years of college! But I knew she had been there that one night because several of my fraternity brothers asked "who's she?," as in "how could a girl like that been interested in a guy like you?"
Worst of all I couldn't remember her name!
But life went on as it always does and soon she was but a distant memory and occasional thought of what might have been had her friend not interceded.
Fast forward 25 years and I was one of the top estates and trusts attorneys in Atlanta. I had been divorced for five years and hadn't been in any serious relationships since. Although I did see a Superior Court judge from time-to-time and we were each other's convenient port in a storm. I would have liked for it to go further, but she had been burned in her first marriage and didn't want it known that as a sitting judge she was getting it on with an attorney who conceivably could appear before her bench.
I was a white bread kind of guy and she was an attractive, if not pretty, African American woman whom I'd first met in law school at Emery. While I had a nice big belly, she had an incredibly large derriere and I thought we balanced each other nicely. Salt 'n pepper, belly 'n booty. But I wasn't the type of guy she wanted to be seen in public with, so it was all behind closed doors, and usually at her place.
In fact, I had just gotten into the office after spending the night at her honor's place that my assistant told me she had taken a call from another attorney in town who had been referred to me by a mutual friend. She was an intellectual property attorney who needed some estate planning help for herself and her husband.
The name, Victoria Iovino, meant nothing to me, although it struck me that Iovino was the last name of Miss Cock Block from back in college. I always remembered her because the rumor was that her dad had been mobbed up in Philadelphia and had been whacked. I'd never really believed it, but it was semi-plausible I supposed.
I told my assistant to set up an appointment and then didn't think too much about it until my prospective client was sittting across my desk from me a week or so later. She looked to be my age and was beautiful! Obviously of Greek descent, olive complexion, with an exoticly wonderful face, and still pretty trim for someone almost fifty. I briefly thought back to my brief encounter in college, but then thought to myself "couldn't be."
She looked at me for a moment and I at her and almost simultaneously we both said "have we met?, you look so familiar." So we went down the list of bar events in Atlanta, people we knew, law school, etc., and couldn't connect the dots. Then I said, "it can't be undergrad school because I went to a small college in Tennessee." Then she said, "so did I."
Then we started comparing notes -- the school, year graduated, major, etc., and it hit me that she was my Greek beauty from so long ago. Finally I said, "I think we met on the front porch of my fraternity house our senior year." She smiled and said "I was just thinking the same thing." And, again almost simultaneously, we said "what happened to you?"
I explained that I was quite enthralled by her, but that her friend ruined things. She agreed, saying "I was furious at her for doing that -- I thought you were great and wanted to get to know you." "Same here" I said. But then she really dropped a bombshell and said "but if I had gone off with you, I may never have met my husband -- he is Lana's big brother and she introduced us at our graduation and we've been together ever since."
"Small world" I thought, then Victoria continued "and that's why I'm here to see you. My husband is about ten years older than me and not in the best of health and it's time we got our affairs in order. And everyone in the Atlanta bar tells me you are the guy to see for things like this."
I imodestly said "I am" and we continued to talk about both her legal needs and our days back in college, comparing notes about people we knew and what they were doing now. Including Lana (Miss Cock Block) whom had been married four times already and had no visible means of support, despite an extravagant lifestyle.
Soon our hour was up, but it was lunch time, so I invited Victoria to join me to continue our talk. As I got out of my desk chair to put on my suit jacket, I noticed Victoria checking out my mid-section and she said "there's quite a bit more of you than when we met back in college." I no doubt had a look of concern on my face and she grinned and said "don't worry -- I like it."
Then she surprised me again, saying "one of the reasons I was willing to let you come back to my room back then was that I really dug your little belly. I wanted to get those preppy Madras pants and white Polo shirt off you and play with all the chub I knew was hiding underneath."
"You remember what I was wearing on a night over 25 years ago?"
"Of course, you were the sexiest guy I had seen in four years of college, a super prepster buried under that delicious pudge of yours. I just wanted you to take me back to my room so I strip those clothes off and play with your little belly. I saw you standing out front of your fraternity house as Lana and I were walking up and commented to her that you were a cute little chubster. She warned me that you had a serious girlfriend but I still wanted to strip your clothes off you and play with that delicious pudge!"
"Wow" was all I could say. Then she continued, "and when we started talking and hit it off so well, I really knew that I wanted to get together with you."
"I felt the same way ... you were just incredible and somehow we had never met each other and all I wanted to do was go back to your room and get to know you better. I would have been fine if we had just kept our clothes on and talked until sunrise."
"Same here," she said, "but I kind of wanted to do a little more than just talk." I blushed at that and she noticed and said "cool off Big Boy, I'm a married woman now and am about to engage you for some estate planning." I laughed and said "let's grab lunch and talk about your legal needs."
It turned out that her husband was a successful restauranteur in Atlanta, owning the top-rated Italian place in town, plus another very successful Greek restaurant that served recipes from Victoria's family. Unfortunately, being ten years older than Victoria, he was not in good health and was concerned that they have a solid estate plan in place to take care of her in the event anything happened to him. Not that she necessarily needed it because she was a senior partner in one of the largest law firms in town and was pulling down over a half million a year.
As we talked, I decided to play it cool and order a minimalist meal, a flank steak salad, not wanting to look like too much of a glutton. Toward the end of the meal, Victoria commented that I was eating like a bird and surprised me yet again, telling me "you know, if we had gotten together, "there would be a lot more around your middle than there is now." Just then, our waiter returned to ask about dessert and she ordered one for each of us! When I cast a disapproving look, she smiled and said "you know you wanted dessert, didn't you?"
"Didn't you?" Finally I had to admit that I had and she said "well then, you can have my dessert too!"
After I polished off a chocolate tort and a key lime pie, we made arrangements to meet the next week at her husband's Italian place and talk estate planning over dinner. Then we bid adieu and she gave me a kiss on the cheek, saying "I've been waiting to do that for 25 years," causing me to blush yet again.
I immediately went back to the office and Googled him, hoping to see a picture. But for a guy who was so successful and whose restaurants were so well known, there seemed to be little coverage in the press, including no known photos. Kind of odd in today's interconnected world ...
So I went into the dinner meeting the next week not at all knowing what to expect. When I arrived and announced myself to the maitre d', he escorted me to a small private room where my new clients awaited me. Victoria probably saw my jaw drop when I walked into the room and before me was this beautiful trim Greek goddess and the largest human being I had ever seen in person!
Mr. Iovino was freakin' massive -- I had never met a 500 pound man before but I thought he must have weighed at least that much, maybe more. It was like he ate all the food made in his restaurant! And unlike me, where my weight was disproportionately in my belly, leaving my ass and legs skinny by comparison, Mr. Iovino was round all over. Not only did he have a big belly, but massive love handles and rounded ass, plus very thick thighs and calves. As I walked over to shake hands I was able to get a closer look and changed my mind -- the guy must have weighed at least 600 pounds -- he probably outweighed his wife at least four-to-one!
I had to think, no wonder Victoria had taken a liking to me -- she obviously was infatuated with fat guys. And she no doubt wasn't kidding when she said that there would have been a lot more around my middle now if we had hooked up all those years ago. Then I kind of visualized myself being 500 or 600 pounds and it wasn't such a bad thought, particularly if this sexy woman had helped me get there! My mind was racing, imagining her feeding me full of rich Greek food, getting fatter and fatter at her expert hands.
I finally snapped out of it when her husband, Larry was his name, apologized and said "pardon me, but I've got to take a load off," then plopped down hard in a very ample arm chair at the head of the table. Victoria and I then took seats at either side of him and the wait staff proceeded to bring in one of every appetizer on the menu! Larry dug in heartily to everything, while noticing that I was enjoying the fried calamari more than anything else. He then barked to the waiter to bring two more plates of calamari, "one for me and one for my new friend here."
I was stuffed after the appetizers, and needed a break from eating, but then the wait staff rolled in with entrees served family style. Larry again dug in with abandon, while I took some small portions, trying to pace myself and also leaving an opportunity to discussing the couple's estate planning objectives. Between huge bites, Larry explained how he wanted to leave his beautiful wife set as well as their two children, both recently out of college.
By the end of the evening, as we were enjoying desserts, I had taken a real liking to Larry and he to me. So much so that he invited me back for dinner, this time at their home, the next Saturday night. Victoria looked on approvingly and when we were finished, she walked me out to the parking lot, while Larry leaned back in his chair and loosened his belt and undid his slacks. We all laughed about that and it made him even more endearing.
Victoria took me by the arm and assured me that dinner the next Saturday would be special. "Larry really likes you, although I can tell he thinks you could use a little more weight ... and frankly so do I."
"Do I have any choice in the matter," I asked. "Not really," she laughed. "You see, Larry is such a great chef, it's impossible not to overindulge when you're around him, so let's face it, if we're your clients you're going to pack on some pounds Big Boy."
While I hadn't planned to put on any more weight, suddenly I found the idea to be kind of appealing, particularly if it meant being around beautiful Victoria more.
I had parked in a deck a couple of blocks away on Peachtree Street and Victoria insisted upon escorting me the whole way. That enabled us to talk and I liked that as I was reminded why I was so enchanted with her ever so briefly in my youth.
Upon being told that I would be getting fatter because of Larry's culinary talents, I stepped out on a limb and said, "I don't mean to be mean or anything, but it looks like Larry has enjoyed a lot of his own cooking." Victoria patted me affectionately on the arm and said "indeed he has." Then I stepped out further on the limb and asked "just how much does Larry weigh?" She chuckled and told me she would reveal that information if I first would reveal how much I weighed.
I sheepishly said "271 as of right before I left my apartment to come over tonight." "Very impressive, and if I might also ask, what did you weigh when we met that night in 1989?" "Well, I'm not sure, but I was probably in the 190 range it being early in my senior year." "What were you later in the year?" "Oh I ate a lot of Krispy Kreme donuts that year and was closer to 200 by the time I graduated."
She patted my belly and said "poor boy, if you had dumped your girlfriend and made a move on me, I'd have had you to 225 by graduation!"
"I might have liked that," I said. "But you still haven't answered my question."
"OK, my beautiful fat husband weighs 650 pounds, give or take." I said "wow, I'm a lightweight by comparison, and how much did he weigh when you met him?" Oh, he was a little less than you are now, maybe 250 pounds."
"So you've put 400 pounds on him in 25 years or so?"
She frowned and said "I didn't do anything to him, he did it to himself, it's not my fault he eats so much," then she poked me in the belly and said "just like it's not going to be my fault when you start packing on the tonnage."
By that time, we'd reached my car and I was getting ready to open the door when she pushed me against the car, put her arms around my midsection, and gave me a long and very passionate kiss. Midway through the kiss, she reached one hand down under my belly and then between my legs to feel the erection that had immediately come upon me. When she finally removed her tongue from my mouth, I managed to say, "weren't you the one who told me to calm down, that you were a married woman?"
She said "shut up Fat Boy" and inserted her tongue back into my willing mouth, then with both hands started unbuckling my belt and unfastening my suit pants. When she finally retracted her tongue again, she said "hmmm, you not only have a big belly, but it feels like you've got a big dick too."
Against my better judgement, I said "but what about Larry?" To my surprise she said "oh he's good with it, he likes you, and he wants me to be happy." I kind of stammered "OK then" and she continued pawing me to my great pleasure and relief.
Then she said the words I had been waiting for since senior year -- "you didn't get to come up to my room 25 years ago, so how about if I make it to you tonight Fat Boy? Let's go back to your place and pretend we're still college kids, only let's stop at the Krispy Kreme and get you a few dozen donuts. Then I can really show you what your senior year could have been like with me -- as you can see I like men who are willing to make greedy gluttons out of themselves for little ole' me. Whatdayasay Fatty?"
I said "where's the closest Krispy Kreme?"
It was now four months later and it had been quite the wild ride with Victoria and Larry, starting the night of our initial dinner.
After I asked where the nearest Krispy Kreme was, Victoria laughed and ran her hands under my shirt to feel my belly rolls, and commented "like you don't know the precise location of every Krispy Kreme in town! While you're not Larry-sized YET, from the size of this belly I bet you've consumed more than a few donuts in your time."
"I'm pleading the Fifth," I responded with a wink and grin.
Although no one else was in the parking deck at that hour of night, Victoria suggested we get in my car, so we could have a little more privacy. As I started to get in the driver's side, she said "NO, get in the passenger seat so the steering wheel won't be in the way! And take off your jacket Tubby."
As I climbed in, she entered through the driver's side, leaned over me and started unbuttoning my shirt. I don't like t-shirts so she immediately got to check out my belly rolls and moobs and seemed to like what she saw. Then she slid my already undone slacks down to my knees and started trying to slide my briefs off, while I worked on her blouse, revealing an impressively perky pair of breasts for a 47-year old woman. And despite having mothered two children and being married to a serial eater, she had only the slightest hint of pudge around her middle and her arms looked like a woman who worked out regularly, in decided contrast to my general doughiness.
Once she finally slid my briefs down, I started working on her skirt and panties, and found that she was already soaked. And by coincidence, I was already hard. I reached my hand down to the seat controls and leaned the seat back to provide more room for maneuvering. Victoria giggled to herself and I asked he what was so funny -- "well, I haven't been able to do this in a long time, the last time Larry and I tried it, even with seat pushed back all the way, his belly still touched the dashboard and there wasn't enough room for me to straddle him."
I responded that "it's so nice of you to mention your husband as we're about to commit adultery. You know that is still a misdemeanor offense in Georgia."
She ignored what I said, grasped my two fat cheeks with both hands, and gave me another incredible French kiss. I'd forgotten how passionate a kiss could be, but she was an expert!
Finally, she came up for air and said "I was grinning because I missed doing it in cars. Larry is just so damn fat and I love him and all, but I was imagining how wonderful it would be to make love to you right here in your big Benz."
"Well," I said, "let's get down to business because I was thinking how wonderful it would be for a sexy woman like you to do it to me here in my big Benz."
"OK Fatty, get ready for the ride of your life, 'cause before long you might be too fat to do it in the car anymore!" And it was the ride of my life, she was incredible, and I didn't give too much thought to 650-pound Larry being alone in his apartment above the restuarant.
