I was about 18, in a club and I get chatting to a good friend of mine, female (outed) we will call her Nicole and as we are talking I see this legit 330lber about 26 years old eyeing me up (friend of my friend Im talking with), I ignore her and keep chatting anyway, I walk away and can still to this day remember thinking "fuck it must suck to be the most fattest, ugliest person in the club". As the night goes on I get more drunk, shortly before the bar closes I get a text "Hey its Nicoles friend, we are staying in room number 123, come on up, (small motel next door down from the club) and bring a friend if you like ;-)". I just smile and think pffft, as if.
Then the hormones and alcohol kick in and I smile again and think... "hmm will I, this could be funny" (I for some reason thought this was a funny and good idea). I say it to my friend who is the pickiest, fussiest guy ever and wont touch anything less than an 8, he freaks out and tells me noway don't do it. At this point the club is finished and we are all standing outside on the street I see my equally drunk, older cousin who I decided to rely on for advice, I told him my situation he says..."Meaningless, we would all fuck alot of women if we thought nobody would find out, just don't tell anybody and go have fun". So I think yea fuck it this will be fun and go up to the motel room, I knock on the door and my friend Nicole and her 330lb friend are there. The next couple minutes are kinda fuzzy, but then me and the whale start kissing, at this point Nicole gets up and locks herself in the bathroom. She pulls out these massive titties, and puts them in her mouth and starts sucking on them (turned me on, gotta admit) then she points down to her pussy and says "do you want to go down on me", now Im still 18 so I dont really know how to say no, so I just ignore her and stay playing with her tits, she gives me a condom, I put it on and began to ride the waves, missionary position, I still have my jeans half on. Soon enough, I blow my load I immediately feel disgusted and ashamed, similar to how a rape victim usually describes there feelings. I immediately get up, put on my clothes and leave, the second I walk out the door of the motel my buddy is randomly driving past, he opens the door and tells me to get in. He suddenly says loudly "fucking hell there is some smell of fat pussy off you" and opens my window, I then tell him what Ive just done, feeling so horrible about myself, of course he gets a great laugh out of this. He drops me home and I wake up the next day with that same rape victim feeling of shame and disgust, only this time with a hangover. I didnt speak to my friend Nicole for almost a year after as I figured it was her fault for passing on my number. At 18 I was still figuring myself out and was mentally traumatised from riding those waves that night. Now though, 5 years on, I couldnt really give a fuck.
