For transparency: this part does not contain a full-length sex scene. There is a sexual part towards the end. I've dabbled in erotica before, and the style that I've noticed I've thrived in is a "slow-burn" style. I've saved the sex for the next part because I felt this would be way too long otherwise for a single post. I encourage you to enjoy this slow-burn. It'll hopefully be worth it for the people into romantic sex.

My wife has a wonderful spirit despite having a rocky childhood. A woman who makes you question, "How could a person be so kind, so intelligent, so well-adjusted given what she's been through?" I'll spare the details, but needless to say, I've always felt she deserves the very best in life. The most happiness. The best career outcome. The best friends. The best partner, though I know I fall short of that in many ways, but I always try. The most confidence. And yes, the best sex.

We met in college, her 19 and me 20 at the time, in an English class. I noticed her immediately the first day when the instructor took attendance for the class of 25. We were seated in (last name) alphabetical order.

"Adrian?" "Present."

"Josephine?" "Here."

"Chloe?" "Here."

I stopped listening to the names that came after. I couldn't take my eyes off of Chloe. Her ginger hair scrambled my thoughts.

"John?"

"John?"

"John? I guess he's not here."

Chloe had been following the roll call. She knew who was next. Here eyes locked with mine, and I realized I looked like the biggest weirdo. I quickly turned my head and my face got hot. Thankfully, I'm caramel toned so nobody really noticed me blush. "Sorry. I'm...here," I said my eyes naturally going back to Chloe to see if she made a face, having noticed my stare. I didn't see a face of disgust. I saw a smirk from the side of her face, a light blush on her pale skin. Butterflies were in my stomach at that point and I couldn't stop thinking about her.

"Alright, ice breaker time! Introduce yourselves: your major, your year, and your aspirations."

When it came to Chloe's turn: "Biology, sophomore, I want to be a vet." A woman after my own heart.

When it came to me: "Political science, junior, I want to work for an NGO if I can." At that point, my heart sank a bit. I knew if I wanted to see her after this class was over, I'd have to make a move this semester. She was probably getting her requirements out of the way with this English class and then we'd probably never have a class together again.

I wanted to be her friend first, see how we got along without a relationship on our minds necessarily. She wasn't just some girl, I could tell. She had a classiness to her. Clearly intelligent given her love for science. I wanted to do this right and not just think with my cock.

"Alright that's great, we have a very diverse class here. Well we have about 30min left in the class. If you got a chance to check our syllabus, you'll see we have an essay due in 3 weeks. Let's break up into groups to brainstorm some ideas."

Music. to. my. fucking. ears. Yes Professor Wingman, help me out!

Not. Unfortunately, Chloe and I didn't get to be in the same brainstorming group together. But I did check her out when she got up to join her assigned group across the room. She was beautiful, skinny in her physique, and since you're supposed to be reading my thoughts, I'll just take a moment to be un-gentlemanly. This is an erotica after all, right? She had incredibly beautiful breasts which she wasn't trying to hide. Full, perky. But she still looked very elegant and delicate. Ginger, beautiful tits, and elegant? My 20-year-old brain made me want to say something to her.

When class ended, I timed my exit so that I'd get out right before she did. In hindsight, definitely creepy on my part, but honestly I was just behaving so out of character because of her that I didn't realize it at the time. As I took my phone out of my pocket to act casual, my ID fell out. I turned around to grab it, forgetting that she was right behind me, and we collided.

"Oh shit, sorry Chloe!" I knew that was weird because why the fuck did I remember her name after one class? Jesus Christ I'm awful, I thought. She was obviously not happy about the collision, who would be? "Uh that's ok...Ben?" She smirked and squinted her eyes. What an awful situation. I knew her name, and she didn't know mine. Now I look like an actual creep. I decided to lean into it to take a chance. We started walking in the same direction to exit the building.

"I caught your name, but you didn't catch mine? That's nice," I feigned annoyance.

"Well I'm not a stalker, so honestly you're the rude one here." Jeez I was dealing with a straight up ruthless killer here. I honestly didn't even know what to say, but I figured I'd take the chance to let her know my name. I rolled my eyes in response to her accusation of being a creep.

"It's John," I said smirking.

"I know," she said smirking back. Her face turned a little pink while she walked away to her next class. I just stood there like a dumbass. What the fuck just happened? Was I falling in love?

The semester passed with us just having some back and forth before or after class. We had become acquaintances. I'd tease her here and there, she'd fire back just like she did in our first interaction. I loved this. I loved that she had a sense of humor. I loved her intelligence in class discussions. I loved the way she looked at me. I loved how stupid she made me become when I'd interact with her.

The last meeting had come for this English class, and I was too much of a coward to ask her out so far. God what was I waiting for? She was so beautiful that if she went to a party, she would easily get asked out by someone else. I honestly don't know why that hadn't happened already...or did it?

"Thank you all for a great semester, it was fun teaching you," the prof said. Adrenaline shot through my body and I could feel my feet starting to sweat. It was now or never. I never even got her fucking number. I have to do something! Chloe and I started walking out together as we usually did. I stopped. She turned around and looked at me, reacting to my sudden change in motion.

"Chloe...uh...do you want to get lunch?"

"That's sweet, but I have a boyfriend," she said and started walking away. What the fuck? I caught up to her and saw her smirking. "What the hell's so funny?" I said.

"Just kidding motherfucker." What a fucking demon. But I loved that.

I put a hand to my chest. I was laughing with her, but inside, I was recovering from such a huge emotional rollercoaster I was getting lightheaded. I had to sit down on the curb and just breathe.

"Oh my god are you ok? I was just joking I didn't think it would be so serious," she put her hand on my shoulder and sat with me.

"I just...I don't know. I really like you, so it mattered to me."

"I like you too. A lot."

A month later, we had gone on a few lunch and dinner dates. Nothing physical happened except holding hands and some pecks on the lips until that point. I was trying to be respectful and learn more about her. We hadn't made out hot and heavy yet. I hadn't touched her body, though I jerked off about what our future...activities may be. I wondered if she did too. Was I taking things too slowly? One night we were texting at 2am, and the intimacy of nightfall made my thoughts turn heavy and sexual.

"So...I have a question," I poked.

"Ok...I may have an answer," she joked.

"Are things moving...too slowly or too fast for you?"

"In what way?"

"Like...physically. Honestly I haven't had much experience before with relationships before, so I didn't want to rush you or anything," I let out.

"I haven't really been sexual in a relationship before either. Haven't dated much. Thanks for thinking like that and caring, but...we could speed things up ;)" My cock immediately stirred.

"You've thought of me before that way?" I asked.

"In what way?"

"You've thought of us going further?"

"Umm...you haven't?" she gauged.

I decided to think of how to play this. She admitted things have been slow physically. She suggested speeding up. I should stop being a pussy and take a chance too. I could use this to take the lead and have some control. I decided to be daring.

"I'll admit I've done a little more than just think about it..." I tested.

"*blush emoji* what do you mean?"

"I may have thought of us...going further when I'm...alone. Have you?" I held my breath.

"I have."

At that point I was dripping precum. The joint I had been smoking made me decide to be a bit bolder.

"That's very sexy. Honestly...I can't think of anything but eating you out."

"Fuck nobody's ever done that before."

I had studied that video on PornHub, "Nina Hartley How To Eat Pussy." I walked Chloe through exactly what I would do to her pale pink little pussy. Just as I was telling her I would suck her clit until she had to cover her face with a pillow to stop the college dorm mates from hearing, she said she needed to touch her clit to our sexts. I jerked off with her while I kept describing how I'd penetrate her with my tongue. God. I wanted to put her up against a wall, shove my tongue deep insider her pussy, and let gravity help me drink her pussy juice. I wanted to drink her. She'd been driving me absolutely insane the past month and now I knew she wanted me to go further with her. I couldn't hold my load.

We both orgasmed, and I knew that I needed her and she needed me. We soon after made intense love, but we were each other's first real partners, so we learned from each other. I studied fantastic high quality amateur porn to try new things with her. I taught her how I wanted my cock sucked and how I wanted her to move while taking me balls deep in her sweet pussy. Did I write "sweet"? Yes I did. That's the only way I could describe it. Whenever her wetness would drip onto my tongue when I'd eat her out, I'd just go blank and all I could describe it as was "sweet".

Admittedly, our initial attraction to each other was based on each other's superficial features. I loved her perky tits, her paleness, and her puffy pussy. Later during pillow talks, we let each other know we wanted to fuck each other the first time we saw each other in that English class. See? I wasn't that creepy, she wanted me just the same. We had a phenomenal sex life. After she let me know things were moving slow after that first month, I decided to take the reins in the relationship's sex ride. I initiated and introduced new things into our relationship constantly: new positions, new toys, new fantasies. She was always willing to try, which itself drove me crazy. She was a ride-or-die.

We grew to love so much more than our sex and each other's bodies. As the years passed, we went through our ups and downs in life. Never in the relationship itself; just life's peaks and troughs. Through it all, our relationship just got stronger as time passed.

Fast forward to her 29, me 30. In a healthy relationship, the minds of the two partners link into one. They need not think the same, but the two people become a single entity representing the "couple". Naturally, partners share insecurities with each other. There is one thing which made Chloe self-conscious: she had gained weight. Frankly, I hadn't noticed it until she started pointing it out. After nearly a decade together, slight changes year-on-year are unnoticeable. Only in pictures of the past can people really tell a difference.

"Here look at this!" she waved a picture at me from a decade ago. "I've gotten so fat." She was nowhere near "fat" or "obese". She objectively had gained weight, but I never once cared. Honestly, it made me feel awful that she didn't value her beauty the way I did. We're our own worst enemy in life.

Nothing was going to stop my baby from feeling confident on my watch. Nothing could really be done about her own insecurity, but at least I could try to make her feel sexy at home. Sexy with me. I wanted her to be able to sit naked and not hold her breath to suck in her belly.

I thought I was intoxicated by her sexually 10 years ago. But I was experiencing a renaissance. A spring of tremendous sexual desire deep in my groins. The more she mentioned it, the more I started noticing her weight gain more. And I have to be honest with you, dear reader. The more I looked at it, the more I saw her chubbiness, the bigger her tits grew...well the harder, hornier, and more ravenous I became.

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Note to reader: Thanks for reading this far! I have a Part 2 in the works. Sorry if this has been a slow-burn but it's really important to me to lay out the foundations so you can understand the progression. This is just my style of writing: slow and steady. I try to be descriptive and have you there with me. Criticisms welcome as always. I'm always trying to do better. Cheers.