Stella stumbled across her front porch and looked inside, seeing her girlfriend, Jennie, cooking dinner in the kitchen. She opened the door and stepped inside, a sigh escaping her lips. Jennie, sensing despair, turned off the stove, walking over to Stella.
"How was your day, darling?"
"Awful as usual. No one takes me seriously at my new job. The manager said everyone's all about 'body positivity', but at a modeling agency, everyone seems to judge me for my looks. I'm not even the model! I'm just sick of everyone thinking I'm gross just for being a bigger lady."
Jennie steps up to Stella, wrapping her arms around her shaking frame.
"That is truly awful. No one should be treated like that, no matter where they work, what they do, or what they look like. I have never met a person as stunningly beautiful as you."
"It really doesn't seem that way. I know you do, but deep down, I have a lot of trouble truly believing it."
"Then I'll help you understand tonight. Let me make you dinner first." Jennie finishes dinner and sets it in front of Stella. After they both finish dinner, they sit in front of the couch and hold each other close.
"I love you, Stella. You know that, right?"
"Yes."
"Do you know why I love you?"
"I- I know you love me, but sometimes I really don't understand why."
Jennie leans in close, tracing Stella's lips with her finger. "Then I haven't done a good enough job. Let me show you."
Jennie softly bridges the gap between their lips and deepens the kiss, wrapping her arms around Stella's neck. Her legs wrap around her waist, forcing Stella beneath her. Their lips press harder and harder, their longing for each other growing ever more present.
Jennie pulls away, looking towards Stella's lips. "Your lips are beautiful. They're so kissable." She holds Stella's face in her hands, looking directly into her eyes. "An ocean of love, positivity, hope, and trust is captured in those chocolate brown eyes. I could stare at them all day." She grabs her hair and starts twirling it around in her finger, admiring its color. "I love your hair. It's so soft and relaxed. You do such a good job taking care of yourself. I'm really proud of you."
Stella starts tearing up, looking into Jennie's eyes. "Really?"
"Absolutely." Jennie works her way down her body, holding her waist like it would disappear if she left go.
"I love you."
"I love you more." Jennie takes off her top, her eyes glazing over the body she'd grown to love.
"How- how do you like this? I'm- I don't get it," Stella says, holding some skin near her stomach. "I'm fat and out of shape and I look like shit and-" Jennie cuts her off by roughly kissing her lips, placing her hand over the area she was scrutinizing.
"I love this because I love YOU. I love every part of you. If you happen to be bigger, that just means there's more to love. You're doing the best that you can, and I'm so proud of you. That's all anyone can ever expect."
"...thank you," Stella murmurs, looking up at Jennie. "I can't quite see it, but I trust that you do."
"If you don't see it right now, I'm gonna make sure you see it by the end of the night." Jennie slips her hand down Stella's panties, reaching her hot core and giving it a gentle stroke. A deep exhale escapes Stella's lips, signaling she's in the right place. She circles her fingers around her folds, exploring every inch of her entrance. After a few minutes, Stella groans, releasing the stress and doubt she'd been holding in all day. Jennie releases and allows her to calm down before holding her close once more.
"Thank you for everything today. You always make me feel better."
"Any time, darling. I love you so much. Every part of you."
"I'll work on loving myself too."
