The park

Reese felt spoiled. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, blah blah blah, and they'd gotten enough work done that they felt pretty okay with treating themself to a trip to the park. They were sitting on a wrought-iron park bench with their knees drawn up, sipping coffee and reading Thomas Mann's The Magic Mountain.

They loved to read. Had ever since they were a child. They'd never been an outdoorsy kid, always having to be dragged outside, always being told that it was good for them to play in the grass. But they liked air conditioning. They liked movies. They liked to read. They didn't want bug bites and sunburn. There was probably a complicated psychological element to this that resulted in them sitting in front of a computer for a living, but Reese wasn't particularly interested.

They were a nerd, and they were okay with that.

And the book was gorgeous. They'd always wanted to read Mann, and they'd decided that this was the year to start. Work had set their progress back a few days, maybe a week, but now they had time to catch up.

The coffee was delicious, too. They'd gotten it from Heirloom, their favorite spot in town, but on a whim they'd ordered dark roast instead of medium and found that they'd liked it. So they'd also given themself the gift of a new experience -- lame for most, significant for people like Reese, whose life could best be described as "routine."

The park was mostly empty.

Reese felt someone sit down beside them. They instinctively slid over, giving the stranger space, barely losing place in their reading.

"What are you reading?" The stranger's voice was sweet, airy, the kind of voice you'd expect to hear on a day when the sun was shining and the sky was a cloudless blue.

Reese remembered their spot, closed the book, and held it up for the stranger to see. "The Magic Mountain," they said. "Thomas Mann." They took the opportunity to study the woman who'd sat beside them.

Oh, wow. She was cute. She was younger than Reese by at most a year, maybe two, ambiguously Nordic, with dandelion-colored hair fashioned into a long braided ponytail draped over one shoulder. Though her eyes were obscured by sunglasses, Reese could still admire -- secretly, minutely -- her full, pouting lips, which were drawn up into a warm, earnest smile. She wore a yellow sundress and light brown gladiator sandals. Reese noticed that her fingernails and toenails were painted white.

"Oh, nice! Have you read **** in Venice?"

Reese realized they were on the verge of being creepy. "Umm.. not yet. This the first thing I've read by him."

"You should definitely read **** in Venice." Her hands were in her lap. "Sorry." She giggled. "I'll stop bothering you."

"Oh -- you're not bothering me!" Reese replied, putting their hands up in a display of sincerity. "Sorry, you caught me off-guard. I was totally in my own head."

"It's a good place to be." The woman giggled again. She was playing with the fabric of her dress.

"Do you, umm, read a lot?" Lame fucking question.

"I do! Well..." She lingered on the word. "Not as much as I'd like to, lately. Work and all that." She sighed. "At this rate I'm never going to finish Proust." She huffed.

"What do you do? If you don't mind me asking."

"Not at all! I'm a photographer." She giggled. "Not the 'I just bought an overpriced DSLR and now I'm Dianne Arbus' kind, the 'I majored in this and now I'm in debt and I need to find a job' kind."

"Oh, wow."

"Well -- okay, I have a job. I'm not a starving artist." She grinned. "I do quite well, actually!"

"What's your specialty?"

"Nature, mostly. I technically work for a few different magazines, but I freelance, too." She sighed happily as a gentle breeze brushed against her skin. She stretched her legs, wiggled her toes. "How about you?"

"Kind of similar, actually."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. Except I edit videos. Professionally, I mean. But I don't have a particular focus and I'm strictly freelance." They mulled it over. "So I guess what I'm saying is that our jobs our similar in the sense that they're completely different. Umm. I do take pictures every now and then but I'm not, y'know, a photographer."

"Thank you for preserving the integrity of my vaunted profession." She giggled. "Sunny, by the way."

"It is. It's nice."

"Oh -- no, I mean my name is Sunny."

"Oh!" Reese blushed. "Sorry. I'm Reese."

"You're good, Reese." She went quiet. The conversation seemed to be winding down, anyway.

Reese smiled. "It was nice talking to you," they said, opening their book.

"Umm -- actually, I was about to ask if you wanted to grab a coffee, but then I realized that you not only already had one, but I almost made you spit it all over your book."

Reese laughed. "Umm... one, I was finishing it off, anyway; two, I am a terrible caffeine addict."

"Ugh, so am I."

"So if you asked, I wouldn't say no."

"Oh, well then." Sunny giggled. It was a warm, welcome sound and Reese liked that she did it so often. "Would you like to grab a coffee?"

"I would." Reese beamed.

They were seated outside of Heirloom, at a metal table that was cold to the touch.

"...and I always have to say, 'I'm sorry, but my prices are non-negotiable,' and they act like I'm the jerk for wanting to make a living. That's why I don't do weddings anymore."

Sunny sighed and took a sip of her matcha latte. She took off her sunglasses and clipped them onto the front of her dress. Doe eyes the color of the cloudless sky fixed on them.

Reese was taken by Sunny's eyes. They wondered what it would be like to be lost at sea. To circle the rim of a whirlpool, never sinking, never swimming to shore. They weren't sure how much time had passed since they'd sat down for coffee. All they knew is that it was early afternoon, they were overdosing on caffeine, and they were talking to a beautiful woman.

"Do you have any projects you're working on?" Sunny asked. She was playing with her cup.

"Sort of. I just did some industrial safety stuff -- 'don't drink and drive a forklift' kind of stuff -- and I'm in the middle of doing some stuff for a documentary."

"What kind of documentary?"

"I'm not allowed to disclose the name or director or whatever -- NDA stuff -- but it's about these bats that live in the Midwest."

"Wait." Sunny paused for a second. "Are they really cute and live in southern Indiana? Like, in caves?"

"...maybe..."

"Because, if that's the case, we're working on the same film."

"Wait, seriously?"

"Yes! One of my specialties is capturing birds and other flying animals, so I was contracted to do some of the photography."

"Whoa!" Reese grinned. "I guess technically that makes us colleagues."

"I would say so!" Sunny took another sip. "I'd love to see your setup sometime."

"I'd love to show you."

Sunny took another sip of her matcha. "Can I ask you something? Colleague-to-colleague?"

"Of course."

"You're... attracted to women, right?"

Reese nearly choked on their coffee. Again. "Yes. Yes, I am."

"Okay." She took another sip. "Do you want to have sex?"

Reese could have fallen out of their chair.

"I'm sorry! That was too direct." Even when she apologized Sunny maintained the same bubbly energy. "My therapist says I need to be more open, but I think I overdo it."

"No, I appreciate it!" Reese replied. "I, umm... sorry, I was just... caught off-guard."

"Sorry."

"No!" Reese cleared their throat. "I'm not... against it..."

"Really?"

"I mean --"

"Sorry, I'm just... really, really horny right now. It's honestly pretty distracting."

"Oh."

"Sorry, I'm being totally weird. Can we forget I said anything?" She huffed. "Jesus Christ, Sunny..."

"Umm, I said I'm not against it."

"I don't want to pressure you."

"I don't feel pressured."

"Really?"

"Really."

"So if I were to ask again...?"

"I'd say yes."

"Okay." Sunny took another sip, as if replicating the conditions the first time she'd asked. "Do you want to have sex."

"Yes, I do."

Sunny grinned. "How close do you live?"

"I'm on Oak."

"Wait, really?" When Reese nodded in affirmation Sunny laughed. "I'm on Elm." Elm Street was only one street over from Reese's house. "Well, then..." She was still grinning. "Umm, shall we?"

They finished their drinks, threw their cups away, and made their way toward Reese's house.

"It doesn't have to be, y'know, serious or anything," Sunny said, playing with her sunglasses. "Consider it, umm, a professional favor."

Reese snorted. "Are you sure?"

Sunny sighed. "Reese, I am... barely functioning right now."

"I honestly haven't noticed."

"That's 'cause you just met me." She sighed again. "It's distracting."

"I get it."

"Do you?"

"I'm like that, too, I think."

It only took a few minutes to reach Reese's house. They quickly unlocked the door, ushered Sunny inside, and followed her in, making sure to lock the door.

As soon as she was inside Sunny slipped off her sandals and scooted them close to the door. Reese took off their shoes as well.

"If it's okay with you, I'd like to be as transparent as possible," Sunny said, drumming her fingers on her phone. "Just -- so there's no miscommunication and so we have a clear expectations for each other."

"Sure," Reese said. "I'd appreciate that, actually."

"Okay, good." Sunny sighed. The familiar smile returned to her face. "I think you're really cute."

Reese beamed. "I think you're really pretty, so..." They felt like a child, it was such a lame thing to say, but true.

Sunny swished her dress around. "Yeah?"

"Mmhmm." Reese was already getting hard, and they suddenly wished they weren't still standing.

Sunny made a happy, chirping sound. "Reese?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sort of a nudist."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"I'm 100% okay with that."

"Good." Sunny didn't need further invitation. With one swift, practiced motion she pulled her sundress over her head. Reese watched her as she shook her hair free, spinning in place.

They were finally able to fully appreciate the woman standing in front of them. Sunny was curvier than Reese had imagined. Now that she was free of her dress, Reese could tell that Sunny was while Sunny was slightly bustier than they'd imagined -- her breasts weren't exactly big, but they were full and round, topped with cute pink nipples -- the thing that truly shocked them was how... well, pear-shaped she was: her thin torso widened at the hips, and her thighs were so inviting and thick, and... oh, wow.

Aside from noting her footwear Reese hadn't really paid attention to Sunny's body, especially not from the waist down, not wanting to be a total creep. But it was now safe to say, in the politest terms possible, that Sunny had one of the fattest asses Reese had seen in a long time. It was the definition of a bubble butt: she was so thin, so fit, that her thick, jiggly cheeks seemed like they belonged to another person. Her white g-string -- the only article of clothing she still wore -- did absolutely nothing, may as well have not existed at all, completely overwhelmed and consumed by her prodigious asset.

Sunny looked over her shoulder, giggling. She snapped her waistband, causing her butt to jiggle. Then she was off, racing around the corner. God, how she jiggled, how her asscheeks clapped together...

Reese rounded the corner, saw Sunny ducking into their bedroom. They entered, laughing, to find her sitting at the edge of the bed. She looked smug. "I win," she said matter-of-factly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"I didn't know we were competing," Reese replied.

Sunny giggled. "Why are you still dressed?" she gently chided.

"Sorry," Reese said, already pulling off their flannel.

"Question."

"Yes?"

"How comfortable are you with... I guess with dirty talk? Ugh, I hate that phrase."

"I'm comfortable with it."

"Good."

As Reese removed their shirt Sunny grabbed them by the belt and pulled them closer. Reese nearly yelped in surprise.

Sunny put her lips to Reese's stomach, kissing it, kissing their navel, then lower, while she went to work unbuckling their belt. Reese, painfully aroused now, nearly buckled at Sunny's touch, at the matter-of-fact way she unbuckled them, unzipped their fly, and pulled their cock from their underwear.

Reese let out an involuntary sigh as Sunny slid them into her mouth. "Oh," they gasped, bringing their hands to the back of her head. Sunny bobbed her head back-and-forth, taking the full length of Reese's cock down her throat. She quickly established a rhythm, refusing to stop, easily and enthusiastically sucking them off while she -- as Reese quickly surmised -- fingered herself. Reese guessed she wasn't lying when she said she was too horny to function.

Reese was looking down at Sunny, tousling her hair, when she suddenly stopped and looked up at them. Letting their cock fall free from her mouth, she gasped, "Don't cum yet."

"Okay," was all Reese could muster, and they immediately felt kind of dumb for saying it.

"C'mon," Sunny urged, tugging Reese's pants and underwear down. "C'mon..." Reese quickly stripped off their remaining clothes and kicked them away.

Sunny rolled onto all fours and crawled toward the headboard. The sight of that big, bouncy butt shaking and jiggling with every move could have brought Reese to orgasm, but they stayed strong. They joined Sunny on the bed. She rolled onto her back, stripped off her panties, and threw them off the bed. "Reese," she gasped, "fuck me."

Shocked that she didn't want foreplay or anything, Reese crawled over to her. They hovered over her, eclipsed her, gently grasped her wrists.

She looked up at them with pleading eyes. "Fuck me," she gasped, wrapping her legs around their waist. "Please..."

Reese obliged her. They swiftly entered her. Sunny gave out a sharp cry, arched her back, squeezed Reese with her legs.

They fucked her, gently, rocking forward and back, watching her body move in gentle ripples. Watched the way she gripped the headboard, pulled at it with every thrust, watched the way her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung slack. They kissed her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone, nibbling here and there, and when she responded with cooing sighs this was their cue to keep going.

"Harder," she gasped, giving them another hard squeeze. "Harder..." So Reese did as they were told, thrusting with more ****, causing Sunny to slide backward and forward beneath them, shaking the headboard. They felt like their eyes would glaze over -- they'd been excited, but not ****, when Sunny asked if they wanted to have sex, but something about her really pushed them to the edge.

"Harder!" she cried. Reese was totally under her control. They thrust as hard as they could, driving as much of themself into Sunny as they could... They were both gasping and moaning lewdly now, having finally dropped the pretense of professional courtesy or whatever coy innuendo they could call this. Things had devolved, now, in exactly the right way.

"I'm about to cum," Sunny gasped, squeezing Reese so tight they thought they'd burst.

Reese kissed her along the jawline. "Do you want me... to keep going?"

"Use your... mouth," Sunny purred.

Reese pulled out -- they both gasped as they left her -- careful not to cum. In a quick move they'd perfected over the years they grabbed Sunny by the waist and slid off the bed, pulling her to the edge with them. They moved to a kneeling position; Sunny, realizing what they were doing, squeezed Reese's head between her thighs.

Enraptured, surrounded by pillowy flesh, Reese eagerly went to work pleasuring Sunny with their mouth. They teased her clit with their tongue, giving her a few playful kisses. She was already slick with her juices; they tasted good, Reese thought, which only spurred them further. Sunny was squirming at the lightest touch now, ready to go, so Reese formed a tight seal around her sex and, with a technique and care that suggested a sense of pride and accomplishment, made love to her with their mouth.

It didn't take long. They'd only needed two or three minutes to make her cum, and a lot of that was teasing. Sunny came in gasping, quivering spasms that seemed to shake her whole body. She rattled Reese between her thighs, keeping them in place, letting them continue pleasuring her, lapping at her, driving her wild with ecstasy. But eventually she couldn't take it any longer; her body finally gave out, and she slackened, releasing Reese from her vice grip.

Reese gave her a few more licks, then a kiss (making her shudder and coo), and climbed onto the bed. They tried to take Sunny in their arms, but she slid away and, before Reese had the chance to convince themself they'd fucked up somehow, spun her body around so that her butt was close to their face. Then, without saying anything, she wrapped her lips around Reese's cock and resumed the work she'd begun earlier.

It was like Reese and Sunny had swapped roles: now they were the one shuddering and squirming at her touch, totally under her spell.

Sunny playfully jiggled her butt by Reese's face as she went down on them, again and again, all the way down to the base. She reached down, found one of Reese's hands, and placed it on one of her pillowy butt cheeks. They squeezed, patted, played with the pliant flesh, almost as a distraction from the mind-breaking **** of Sunny's fellatio.

She gave their balls a gentle squeeze before using that hand to stroke them off, hand and mouth working in tandem to give them an overwhelmingly powerful blowjob that, already, was threatening to reduce them to nothing.

They felt their entire being condense into their crotch, felt Sunny suck it up between her lips; it was almost frightening, how much of them she seemed to want.

With a lusty moan Sunny pulled her head away from Reese's cock. She kept jerking them as she turned her head and rested it on their thigh, looking up at them. "Reese," she moaned.

"Sunny," Reese whispered back, breath ragged, almost hoarse.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Please."

"I want to drink your cum."

"Oh." Reese involuntarily arched their back as Sunny took them back in her mouth. She was so forceful, so hungry, that it almost frightened them. Well, that was a little dramatic, but she definitely radiated a sense of control, or more accurately, a need to control.

It didn't take long for them, either. With a cry that was perhaps louder than they'd have hoped Reese arched their back and filled Sunny's mouth with cum. She greedily slurped down everything they gave her, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of seed. The sound of Sunny swallowing prolonged their orgasm -- it was like their body, eager to reward her, was producing more than it otherwise could.

They shriveled beneath her, drawing their legs up, curling inward. As Sunny pulled her head away from Reese's cock they saw a little trail of cum stretch from the head to her lips; she lowered her head back down, sucked so loud Reese was worried the neighbors would hear, cooing happily. Then she rose to her knees and ran her hands across her breasts and stomach, her shoulders, her waist and hips. Perhaps for Reese's amusement but equally likely not, Sunny squeezed her butt cheeks, then gave one a sharp slap.

She crawled over to Reese and collapsed beside them. After sighing deeply into the mattress she rolled onto her side.

"Thanks," she said simply, beaming. Suddenly Sunny the animalistic love machine was gone, and in her place was the Sunny Reese had met at the park. The transition was immediate and uncanny.

Reese looked up at the ceiling. "You're welcome," they said. "Thank you."

Sunny giggled. "You're welcome." She rolled onto her back, then sat up, drawing her knees up to her chest.

"So, how are you... feeling...?"

"Much better." Sunny giggled again.

Reese, having recovered a bit, pulled themself up and sat beside her. Their backs were against the headboard, and for a moment Reese was worried that Sunny had shaken it so much it'd collapse.

"Well, I can go now if you want," Sunny said, expression unchanging.