Fat girls with cookies

  The story I am about to tell you is something we all can relate to.

We have all had a person in their lives like I am about to describe. You

might not ever had admitted it. It doesn't matter, cause I know it,

and so do you. My story happened in high school.

 

  She was one of my best friends in the world. We talked on the phone for

hours on end. We laughed together, and we cried together. We did almost

everything together, including eat, and man could she fucking eat.

 

  You see, she had a little bit of a weight problem. She wasn't obese, but

boy was she thick. Her face was beautiful, and her boobs were HUGE too.

She had great eyes, but boy she was thick. This was high school. I was

popular, and she was thick.

 

  She was in love with me, but I would pretend like I didn't know. That

way I didn't have to deal with it. I loved her of course, but I couldn't allow

myself to be "in love" with her. It was high school, I was popular, and she

was thick.

 

  We never talked about it. She didn't have the confidence to come right

out and tell me how she really felt. She knew she was thick too. We both

knew deep down inside, if the conversation about feelings came up, things

would never, could never be the same.

 

  One of the coolest and most caring things anyone has ever done for me,

would occur with her on a daily basis. She knew I loved chocolate chip

cookies more than sex. I loved them so much, sometimes I would jerk off

holding a bag of chips O' hoy cookies, I loved them that much. Being my best

friend, she knew this.

 

  She would meet me EVERY SINGLE MORNING before home room, with a

big bag of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. When I say fresh baked, I'm

talking so fresh, the fucking bag was hot to the touch, not just warm. She

did this every day for three years.

 

  Half way through our senior year, something happened. Something that I still

have not recovered from. My best friend met someone, and they started dating.

HOW DARE SHE DO THAT !! She can't date anyone. She belongs to me.

 

  At first everything was cool. We were still best friends. As the weeks went by,

the phone calls grew shorter. So did the time we spent together out of school.

She would tell me about the things THEY did together, and I hated to hear about

it. I don't know what bothered me more, them being together, or the fact it

bothered me.

 

  Well, as you can probably guess, the cookie supply started to trickle down to

nothing. The daily visits to my locker were no more. We grew apart. The more

we grew apart, the more I realized I was in love with her, and her baking skills.

I tried to ignore these feelings, cause hey, it was high school, I was popular,

and she was thick.

 

  We graduated, and we went our separate ways. She was gone, and I was never

to taste the chocolaty goodness of her fresh baked cookies again. I tried to fill

the void in my life with various store bought brands. I even went to several

different bakeries, but to no avail. Nothing could ever taste as good as her

cookies, and nothing probably ever will.

 

  The moral of the story is simple. Never let other peoples opinions, or what you

think they might be, effect you. I never dated her, or allowed to let myself fall for

her, because I was afraid of what my peers would think. Don't lose out on a

life time of love, or cookies, because of what OTHER people may think. Its your

life, your love, and your cookies. Now go live it.

 

Be safe,

Ferg