Yet another.

Basements

Valerie is a very large woman. Weighing in at well over three-hundred pounds and pushing forty, she is unemployed and lives in her mother’s basement on-top of it all. Said basement is only a recent addition to her life. Prior to her move there one year ago, she held her own apartment in a big city and even managed a retail store. Then one day, she found herself jobless and crying in a corner with no electricity and no heat and no money and moving to the small town in which her mother lives. She even had to give her cat away because her mother’s boyfriend is allergic. Being accustomed to city life, she was now more miserable than before, but at least she had a roof over her head.

Over the course of the past year, Valerie slowly began to find her niche: volunteering at the town youth center doing some art tutoring. Furthermore, she took baking classes and started a small cookie company with her mother. The company does not turn a profit, so it’s more of a hobby, really. Valerie was aware that her mother was disappointed in her, but she also knew that mother loves her and wants her to succeed and be happy. So, when Valerie said that she had developed a relationship with a man online, her mother was ecstatic. Valerie wanted her mother to know that she could be in a relationship despite her being downtrodden and severely obese. Somehow, a relationship signified the epitome of success. Valerie never thought to actually lose the weight that hindered her from being healthy and that would possibly place her on a road to living a more fulfilling life. She never thought about that once.

She met the man on her favorite porn site. She had only recently discovered that the site had a social networking feature, and once discovered Valerie decided that she liked the feature very much. She quickly became friends with a kinky, young married couple—both spouses, in reality, the same fifty-nine year-old divorced male—which boosted her confidence and eventually led her to “meeting” James.

Jimmy is a morbid misanthrope, around the same age as Valerie, who hasn’t been able to talk to a woman in person in over five years, unless you count the day-to-day meaningless conversations one might have briefly with a store clerk or waitress. Jimmy is also unemployed, and he usually hangs out in his basement in his underwear, or naked. He lies on his couch, mostly, with his laptop computer, and he is able to be the man online that he could never be in person. He spent seven straight hours taking the perfect profile picture. One lady told him he looked like Josh Brolin. Another, Charles Bronson. Both celebrity comparisons only made Jimmy feel like he should be doing something far more rebellious with his life than collecting unemployment checks. Both celebrity comparisons were made in jest by women who thought “James” was an idiot. When he spotted Valerie’s picture online, after just having gotten himself off, he immediately contacted her. He was funny and charming and confident in his initial email, and not at all the meek, shy, and lonely man he was in real life. When she responded, he was elated. They exchanged sexual fantasies with one another on a regular basis for a period of two weeks. Jimmy did not particularly care for Valerie’s fantasies, but she said that she enjoyed his and that was all that mattered. He continued to make his fantasy stories exceedingly vulgar just to see what her responses would be like. When she finally sent him photos showing more than just her face, he wasn’t shocked, but neither was he attracted to Valerie. When she sent her next fantasy scenario to him, he responded with, “Your fantasies are stupid. Role play is stupid.” She did not respond for a few days and was unavailable on chat and he thought that it was over and he was glad.

Valerie knew that her photos would turn him off, but she felt a deep-seated need to not only remain honest, but to be liked for who and what she was without having to resort to fetish sites for men who only desire larger women. She also really liked James and decided that she would try very hard to make him like her again. Besides, she didn’t particularly care for his fantasies either, and this was only an online thing so the fantasies didn’t really matter. Valerie wanted somebody in her life to call her boyfriend, and James was the closest that she’s ever gotten to having a boyfriend since college. So, after a lot of crying and after a lot of eating and after a lot of her mother telling her she simply had to get out of bed because it’s been three days, four days, five days, she sent him an email. She apologized. All it said was, “I’m sorry, James.” She wasn’t even sure what she was apologizing for.

Jimmy thought Valerie was pathetic, but he also thought she was extraordinarily intelligent. He had actually never met a woman who possessed her way with words or the ability to express herself so freely. Even though he saw this in her, it did not attract him, and that was mostly because she had no self-confidence. He only slightly acknowledged to himself that he had no self-confidence either. But, that really didn’t matter to him. His love for himself was unconditional, even if his love was only expressed in the form of hate. Maybe that is why he treated Valerie so awfully: he didn’t know any other way to express fondness except through expressing the complete opposite. He responded: “You should be. That was pathetic.”

Valerie wasn’t sure what provoked the comment and began soliciting advice from her girlfriends. Of course, she did not relay the whole story to her friends. She merely stated that she had met a man online who was attractive and smart and cultured and that they had been “naughty” with each other, but that things had been going slightly awry and she needed to get things back on track. Her friends, thinking they only wanted to see Valerie happy and feeling the same sorts of things that a person who did not weigh three-hundred pounds felt, encouraged her to open up the lines of communication so that she and James could work things out. Valerie knew deep down that she was lying to herself in order to be happy, but she ignored those thoughts as much as she possibly could. It felt good to know that someone was responding to her in a sexual fashion; even if he didn’t want to do so any longer, and thought she was stupid. Valerie knew she wasn’t stupid, and that she could make him like her again. So, she emailed him back, “I know. I can be that way sometimes. I didn’t mean to turn you off. But, if you’re on chat tonight, we should try to talk. *hint hint* ” She was hoping that instead of emailing fantasies back and forth, they could talk dirty to each other one-on-one in a chat context. She had never done that before. She kept her vibrator and lube by her computer. She waited and waited all night to see him online, and he never showed.

Jimmy debated all night if he was going to chat with Valerie, but he thought it would be far hotter to keep her waiting. He’d be much more excited watching porn, anyway. He thought the conversation would probably do him some good seeing as he hadn’t left his house all week long, yet he still refrained from contacting Valerie.

The next morning, he woke-up, took a shower—the first in eight whole days—and went out for milk, bread, eggs, and hot dogs. He did not exchange words with a single solitary individual the entire time he was out. When he returned home, he undressed, put away his groceries, and lied back down on his couch with his laptop, naked. He went on chat and Valerie was online. “Hey,” he wrote.

ValSexy: Hi! I’m really glad to see you online, James. I was

afraid that you were mad at me.

BigJames69: Im not. lol

ValSexy: That makes me really happy, James. I didn’t mean to

hurt you.

BigJames69: Who said I was hurt?

ValSexy: I just wanted you to know that.

BigJames69: Oh well, I dont even care. lol

ValSexy: I thought that maybe since we weren’t going to

fantasize together in our emails anymore, we might be able to

have a better online relationship doing those kinds of dirty

things directly in chat.

BigJames69: You thought that? Lol

ValSexy: Would you like to try it? I’m all ready.

It was at this point that Jimmy realized he was both extremely aroused and extremely appalled with himself. He didn’t know what to do, but he thought about it for several moments, getting more turned on the longer he knew she was sitting there staring at the cursor blinking, blinking awaiting his response. Then, on a whim, he grabbed his cock and decided to go with it.