[POV: A very bottom-heavy woman shares your Thursday night bus route home and she seems to be getting heavier every week!] 28 minutes… 28 minutes you’ve been sitting here waiting for your second bus home to show up. Your first bus that brought you here arrived only mere minutes after you sat down at the bench just outside your university. “Why couldn’t they all be timed like that?” you think to yourself. “I’ve been waiting longer than the actual ride is going to take. Looks like Thursdays are going to be the worst day of the week this semester.” Just as you finish that thought, you notice the bus finally turn the corner at the intersection nearby and head towards you. You step inside and swipe your bus card after giving the driver “the nod” and turn down the aisle to find a seat. Looking around as you walk, you see the usual types of bus-goers. A woman clutching a briefcase, most likely heading home from work, a group of younger teenagers that probably just finished school for the
Melissa's Pink Pants by bob123456789123, literature
Literature
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