Melissa's Pink Pants
In my Freshman year of college, the first semester, I managed to snag a girlfriend, just my type, fifteen pounds plumper than she should have been at the start of the semester, a chubby-bottomed beauty named Melissa, five foot nothing cutie with a big enough booty to shame a Kardashian, enough fluff at her tummy to set her apart from the classically hot, and breasts to almost fill her A cup. To my pleasant surprise, she had an appetite, a sweet tooth, and an aversion to exercise. Three of my favorite things in a girl, four if you count that round, voluptuous ass, and she had them all in abundance.
Our first date was in November, and she told me, 'warned me,' as she put it, that the holiday pounds were already piling on. She wasn't lying. It was a beautiful time, Thanksgiving always is on a college campus, I've learned, as young girls learn for the first time that their metabolisms can't handle everything they're throwing at them, but Melissa was special, and not only because she was al