Heather

Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.
Song of Solomon 4:5

Heather was lying sleeplessly in the shadow of the huge bra that rose above her on the wall like a proud moose antler. Through the skylights, the pale moonlight made the shadows in the room even deeper, while it plunged Cole's sleeping silhouette under the blanket into an alienating blue.

If Heather had known from the beginning what Cole's ex-wife looked like, she never would have dared to date this man. Instead, she had misinterpreted everything in her blind admiration for him. His fondness for John Currin she thought was a taste for quirky art. His in-depth knowledge of women's fashion, and in particular his understanding of how cup sizes and their sister sizes work, she had interpreted as a fashion interest. And suddenly she also realized that the waitress in Cole's favorite Café had quite big tits. There were many other small occurrences that, in this new light, allowed a different interpretation. The puzzle pieces now fit together in a new way and she realized that she had quite big shoes, or rather bras, to fill.

Heather and Cole had been dating for quite a while now. She had met him at the squash club. The sporty blonde enjoyed the company of her rather shy but charming squash partner so much that one day after training she invited him to dinner. The former beauty queen of her school days wasn't used to make the first move when it came to men. On the contrary, often she could hardly ward off the crowd of admirers. Unfortunately, among them were many who were more interested in her proudly filled C-cups than in herself. This was probably the reason why this awkward guy, Cole, intrigued her. He was not a sleazy seducer who promised a woman the moon just to get her into bed. The fact that he did not show any romantic or sexual interest in her actually incited her. But something about the way he treated her, she sensed that he liked her more than he was willing to show after all.

It turned out that she had been right in her assessment of Cole. With each date he opened up to her a little more. She eventually learned from him that he had already been married once and that the loss of his wife had long prevented him from getting back into a relationship. When she asked him how he had lost his wife, he took her hand and just said, "I just want to think about what is now," and with that they kissed for the first time. Their relationship grew, the butterflies in her stomach became more and more. They spent their first nights together in her apartment. In her love frenzy she turned a blind eye to the fact that Cole had occasional problems getting hard or reaching orgasm. But Heather was too intelligent and self-confident to misinterpret male anxiety and potency problems as shortcomings on her part. She was convinced that these would surely subside over time as their relationship grew closer and more intimate.

Tonight the miracle had happened. Heather had never seen Cole's dick so hard and big. Even with the potency pills she sometimes brought him from the pharmacy to help things along, he hadn't achieved such an impressive erection as he had tonight. His endurance had been record-breaking. She had lost all sense of time while he banged her like a jackhammer for the first time in their relationship. She hadn't anticipated that she would enjoy getting fucked so hard. Because men usually treated the former highschool beauty queen with kid gloves.

Now, after the rush of orgasm had subsided, the shaking had stopped, the sweat had dried and only the throbbing of her pulse in her sore labia and sphincter kept the ecstatic experience alive, a question started to throw it's shadow on this wonderful moment: What had Cole so exited? Sitting in this darkness, Heather raised her eyes to the looming wall-mounted bra, which she had mistaken for an eccentric piece of object art the first time she saw it, and contemplated the moonlight shimmering through the delicate lace, dreading the answer.