One Good Man
"It was nice to see you again," I smiled and put my coat on. Pittsburgh
felt bitter cold even in the spring. I was looking forward to getting
back to a warmer, sunnier Houston.
"Call me when you're in town again," Paul smiled back from his bed. His
soft chest peeked out over the sheets, and his tummy bulged below the
covers with the outline of his large belly button tempting me back into
his strong arms. His dark eyes and chubby cheeks were irresistible to
me. I crawled back onto his bed and gave his belly a gentle rub.
"Good God, you're beautiful," he murmured to me. I winked at him with a
smile, we kissed and I left... same as before. I'd likely be back in a
couple of months and see him again. He knew the deal. I wasn't
available for more than that.
When I got back to Houston, I already had a date with Jack lined up
that weekend. Jack and I had no more in common than our profession, but
he was an amazing lover and I couldn't say no whenever he asked me out.
He picked me up at my place and drove me to his favorite Italian
restaurant. He ordered his usual huge meal and I delighted in his
gluttony. We went back to my place and worked off some of that dinner.
Jack told me he weighs about 300 pounds and lets me explore every bit
Jack and I met putting together a major industrial project deal for our
respective companies. I'm on the sales side and he's the senior
procurement manager. We argue all the time, but when we carry those
arguments into the bedroom, it explodes into very fiery sex.
I'm an account manager for a global industrial company and my customer
is a 150 billion dollar oil and gas giant. I may only be 28 but I make
well into six figures. My job is high pressure and I'm good at it.
It helps to be attractive, of course. My green eyes, reddish auburn
hair, athletically feminine body and fortunate genes have served me
well. If you can be a smart, female engineer and still look sexy,
you'll have them eating out of your hand. It may not always be right,
but its reality.
I'm not immune to love; I just think that sex has been what I've needed
more. My career is very demanding. I travel a lot and meet plenty of
people…well, mostly men in my business. But there are a select few of
those men that I see after hours.
Jayson is in Chicago, working for an engineering contractor. He's the
smartest young engineer I know, not to mention the cutest 400-pound guy
I've ever met. He makes me weak in the knees with his quick wit,
towering height and wide, hanging belly.
He was recently promoted to Lead Engineer in a strategic area for my
company, becoming an even more important customer. So now every time I
fly to Chicago, I have a wonderful excuse to take him out for a
sumptuous meal and then bring him back to my hotel room for whatever he
wants. The first time I seduced him, he was shy and ashamed of his
body. Now he instantly rips his shirt off and let's me rediscover his
amazing rolls and curves.
And there's Mason. He's a chemical engineer with a large oil company in
Philadelphia. He's 29 and adorable. He had been a department store
model in his high school and college days, but the rigors of
engineering studies gave way to more pizza and beer than his occasional
trips to the gym could handle.
When I met him a year ago at a technical conference he was just
somewhat tubby. Since then, I've seen him every few months when I visit
our sister office in North Jersey and he keeps gaining weight steadily.
He's so good-looking and engaging that he has no problem getting dates
at any size. I get the feeling that I'm one of many women in his life,
but I don't care. I figure that he's got to have his fun too.
I know I sound like a heartless jezebel, but I'm upfront and honest
with every guy I date. I'm not interested in an exclusive relationship.
I just want to enjoy life and can't get enough sex with fat men. I do
like them all for who they are, but I can't resist what they carry
around their middles either.
For me, the most intensely erotic moments in life are when my fingers
are unbuttoning or lifting up a fat boy's shirt, exposing his belly,
and watching his shyness and shame melt in my hands. I ease his anxiety
and turn his tension into sexual power. Then I become his for the
taking, but only for the night. The next day, I'm back in charge.
Still, none of the sexual release I could get, nor my 35-mile a week
running regimen was easing my work stress. I needed a break and the
perfect opportunity arose. Some college friends and I had been
discussing an early summer getaway to Hilton Head to relax. My best
friend Jenna inherited a time-share at a resort villa there and offered
to bring us along for a week. I splurged on a couple of new bikinis,
some flirty sundresses and packed my bags.
Jenna and I arrived early in the afternoon from Houston, changed into
tanks and shorts and went straight to the pool bar. It had been weks
since I had a chance to catch up with her. Jenna was on the rebound
from a serious four-year relationship. Her ex was always annoyingly
cocky so I was secretly relieved that they didn't get married.
I tried to console her. "Jenna, embrace dating for a while. Or whatever
you want to call it. There are some great guys out there dying to take
out a gorgeous girl like you," I stroked her ego. She didn't need the
help. She knew she was very pretty with her blonde, all-American beauty
and benefited from a solid career in strategic marketing. Perhaps she
wore a little too much make-up, but I loved her anyway.
"Easy for you to say, Alyssa," she teased me, "you get the pick of the
guys you like." Jenna knew I preferred fat boys. She was the first
person I ever talked to about my inclination. I had always dated boys
who were a little chunky, but when I started to flirt wildly with
Keith, a rotund frat guy we all hung around with, she questioned me.
I'll never forget the conversation we had, upon hearing that I spent
the night at his place. "Alyssa, Keith is just so…" she paused.
"So what?" I demanded.
"So… obese!" she exclaimed.
"Well, he is big," I grinned. I refused to show remorse for discovering
the wonders of sleeping with a very large guy.
She was pretty stunned, but before long she was totally supportive of
my choice and always very kind to Keith. For all of her superficial
cares over her own looks, she was open-minded for others. Over time, I
opened up and revealed my affection for chubs to her. She has always
teased me for it, but has never been hurtful, and never disrespected my
dates, which is probably why she is my best friend.
Our friends Kristen and Brooke were also joining us on the vacation
getaway, but they were on a later flight from Dallas. They're the
married girls who got their "MRS degree" in college and now live in the
Dallas suburbs. These friendships all go back in our sorority days at
the University of Texas.
Kristen is an adorable, plump, curly haired brunette who is sweetly
na�ve and totally conformist. She doesn't have a mean bone in her body,
and she's not one to ruffle feathers either. She makes a dynamite nurse
at Children's Medical in Dallas and is a selfless, compassionate person.
Brooke is her polar opposite. She's a chronically relapsing anorexic
who is critical of herself and others to a caustic degree. I sometimes
wonder how she can be successful in her human resources management
position. I secretly joke with Jenna that she enjoys the firing part of
her job the most. I have a very thorny relationship with Brooke, and I
It's amazing to me that any of us remain friends, since we are all so
dissimilar, but the bond goes back nearly ten years and hasn't been
broken yet. Strained? Yes. Brooke has pushed us all, but we have this
persistent sympathy for her. She's a textbook "bad childhood" case of
cold, unloving parents with an unresolved perfection complex. Her years
of therapy haven't done the trick for her neuroses either.
Brooke and I had a near-screaming match last year when we all got
together in Austin for a girl's weekend. When the topic of my love life
came up, she went on the offensive with me, "informing" me about the
horrors of being fat, how unattractive fat was, how bad the obesity
epidemic was, blah, blah, blah.
I gave her an ultimatum. I told her she either had to accept my choices
and shut up about it, or she would lose me as a friend. Jenna backed
me, and even Kristen took a stand and agreed that Brooke had to drop
the issue. She relented, but I know she still seethes that she has to
tow the line with me, especially because she still thinks she's right.
So in the meantime I was enjoying drinks with Jenna, hoping Brooke's
appearance would be delayed a bit longer. Jenna interrupted our
slightly buzzed giggling with a sober look on her face. "Alyssa, do not
look now, but I see one for you," she reported.
"Where shouldn't I look?" I kept my eyes right on her.
"There's a table over there, full of some really cute guys, and one of
them is…" she paused, "really…" she pursed her lips.
"Go ahead, Jen, just say it," I smirked. She always hesitated before
she said the f-word.
"Faaaat," she whispered with a sly smile.
I was curious. I admit it. I hadn't gone on a relaxing holiday to hunt
men, but I had to know what she was talking about.
"They're looking right at us, so be cool," she told me with a serious
Just then, before I had a chance to look, Kristen and Brooke came in. I
stood up to hug Kristen and while my arms were around her, I glanced
upward and saw the most beautiful pair of baby blue eyes looking right
at me. There he sat, with his friends, the man that Jenna had eyed for
me. He was gorgeous already and I couldn't even see the detail of his
I hugged Kristen for several seconds longer than I normally would have
while holding his gaze. It seemed like forever, but I couldn't tear
away from him.
I felt Kristen pull back and snapped back to reality. Then I hugged
Brooke, hoping desperately that she had grown past her negativity. We
all sat back down and I glanced back over at that big, gorgeous
blue-eyed boy. He wasn't looking in my direction any longer, but I was
still bewildered by his handsome face.
Jenna caught me glancing over, and let Kristen and Brooke in on the
conversation; "There's a table full of guys over there giving us the
Brooke didn't look over, but Kristen did, "Cute guys," she offered. She
was always upbeat.
Jenna continued, "It looks like there's one for Alyssa, so I guess that
leaves me with my choice of the rest of them," she giggled.
Jenna's comment raised the hair on the back of my neck. I knew Brooke
couldn't contain her curiosity anymore. She knew exactly what the "one
for Alyssa" comment meant. She moved her eyes slowly over to the group
of men, appraised them for a few seconds, saw the big blue-eyed boy and
rolled her eyes.
I excused myself to use the ladies room, and while walking back to our
table, the big, blue-eyed boy was walking toward me. Within moments of
his approach, I was able to see the nice way his plush fat covered his
beautiful body and slowed his movement to a gentle waddle.
My eyes rose up to his as he walked closer. I attempted to smile, but
he beat me to it, giving me a confident, "Hello," coupled with a
flawless, high-megawatt grin. He had a sandy brown hair with natural
highlights and a perfectly inviting, young face. He was wearing a
well-fitting navy sport coat over a lime green button down shirt,
harnessing his overhanging belly, and all tucked into khaki chinos. It
was like someone took a Ralph Lauren model and fattened him up with
loads of sweet blubber.
I mustered a "Hi," response as I walked past. Tremors shot through my
body. I turned to look back and caught him looking back at me too.
Embarrassed, I hurried back to the table with the girls. I normally
didn't feel intimidated and was usually an unabashed flirt. But this
guy made me feel like I was still an awkward freshman who had just
watched the captain of the football team walk by. I meandered back to
my friends, left rather stunned by this encounter.
None of us felt like eating a big meal, so we decided to grab dinner at
a tapas place near the resort. Things were going smoothly until Kristen
brought up her diet and started talking about points. I should have
kept my mouth shut, but I already had a couple of cocktails in me.
"Kristen, you're on vacation, stop counting points and enjoy yourself
for one night," I urged her with a smile.
That was Brooke's opportunity to pounce on me, "I think it's great that
Kristen's lost weight. She looks fabulous. You should be more
supportive," she railed.
"I've always thought Kristen looked fabulous," I hissed at Brooke.
"You don't expect the whole world to be fat, do you?" She shot back.
"Ladies, please," Jenna interjected, "we're not even one day into this
trip, can we drop the weight thing?" Brooke and I glared at each other.
Kristen spoke up, "I'm just glad I have friends who care about me as
much as you two do." Good old Kristen, always a peacemaker.
Jenna changed the subject to DIY interior decoration projects, which
eased the tension. For some reason, Brooke always became kinder and
gentler when discussing painting, framing or flower arranging.
We finished our martinis and went back to the resort. Brooke had a
headache and decided to call it a night, but the rest of us wanted to
check out the hotel's night club. This was fine by me; the less time
with Brooke, the better.
The club was somewhat busy for a Wednesday night. It had a loungey feel
to it with lots of mahogany, velvet and jazzy electronica setting the
tone. We looked around for a place to sit but couldn't see anything
After a minute of scanning, we found a table close to the window,
overlooking the resort gardens. Just as we sat down, Jenna leaned over
with excitement in her voice, "Those guys from earlier today are
sitting two tables over."
I instantly looked, but didn't see the captivating, preppy Adonis. I
was very disappointed. I hadn't stopped thinking about him and his
charming smile and hoped that I would see him again.
Jenna continued, "The guy in the orange shirt was totally giving me the
eye earlier today," she mused. "But I don't see yours," she frowned.
"I don't care what Brooke says, I think it's cute you like big guys,"
I smiled at her, "Thanks Kristen, you always know the right thing to
She beamed. Kristen has always had a 'girl crush' on me. I was her big
sister in our sorority days. I was always very protective of her and I
think she still sees me as a mentor as much as a friend.
Suddenly I felt a kick on my leg, and looked at Jenna. She motioned her
eyes across the room, and I looked in that direction. There he was, my
big boy, walking toward the next table to join his friends. Everything
about him was fascinating to me. He walked with such confidence and had
a gallant quality about him. It was like he was the most important man
in the room, but without the annoying arrogance of a more conceited guy.
Once again, I was shell-shocked. I couldn't bring myself to look at him
and I shut down. Jenna noticed. "What's your deal, Alyssa? Not
I just looked at her, speechless for a moment. "It's just, I… he's,
um…" I trailed off. I couldn't explain it because I really didn't
understand it myself. I had a long string of men all over the country
that I had easily seduced. What was wrong with me? It was like I had
forgotten who I was.
Jenna continued to exchange glances with the dark-haired guy in the
orange shirt. "He's coming over," she whispered loudly, with
nervousness in her voice.
"Would you ladies like to join us? We have extra chairs at our table
and honestly, we're getting pretty bored with each other," he joked.
"I'm David," he offered.
We introduced ourselves to David and agreed to move over to their
table. Jenna and Kristen sat down strategically leaving the seat next
to the big beautiful man open for me.
He stood up and introduced himself, "I'm Will," he shook my hand
firmly, almost businesslike. It actually put me at ease. That was an
approach I was used to. I decided I would put on my professional face
and try to get my confidence back.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Alyssa," I smiled warmly at him. His hands were
big and soft. I noticed his meaty forearms too. And then he smiled back
with that big beautiful smile. I was once again totally thrown by my
strong feelings for him and felt very self-conscious all over again. He
sat down and I had a nearly impossible time keeping my eyes away from
the alluring belly resting in his lap.
David told us that he and Will co-own a technical consulting company in
Raleigh and were entertaining customers at a conference with golf and
dinners. They turned out to be fun guys and we found ourselves laughing
most of the time.
Will quickly proved that he had a wonderful wit and charm to match his
amazing looks. His mildly southern drawl seemed to enhance his
storytelling ability, and I was totally captivated by his sense of
humor. I forgot there was anyone else in the room, but I was too crazy
about him to offer any conversation of my own.
After a little while, Jenna and Kristen invited me to the ladies room.
"Geez, Alyssa, when did you become such a wallflower? I've never seen
you so timid," Jenna noticed.
Even Kristen agreed, "Seriously, I have never seen you like that
before," she was almost worried.
"Am I being a complete tool?" I asked.
"Kind of," Jenna admitted. "I mean, it's obvious to us you are totally
into him, but guys aren't that smart. You need to start to open up
more. If I were him, I would think you weren't interested."
I took a deep breath, "Okay, I'll work on it."
"Now, in the meantime, I'm going to get David to proposition me," Jenna
David didn't proposition Jenna in any perverted way, but he did ask her
to dance. There was a small dance floor and the musical shift to retro
jazz was perfect for a slow dance and a few couples were setting an
example. I immediately hoped Will would ask me to dance, thinking of
how nice it would be to press my body against his and feel his soft
Just as I was mustering the courage to ask him, a youngish guy with
dark hair and striking, angular features walked up to our table and
spoke to me with an Italian accent. "I can't help but notice that
you're the most beautiful woman in the room, and I would love for you
to join me for a dance," motioning over to the dance floor.
He was certainly good-looking and might have been a nice catch for some
other girl, but I could only think of Will. And despite the fact that I
was totally taken by surprise, I thought fast. "I'm very, very
flattered," I smiled. "But I've been trying to get my boyfriend here to
dance with me all night and he's finally agreed." I put my hand on
Will's thick arm.
For a split second, Will looked at me perplexed, but on cue, he stood
up and took my hand. As we walked together, he gave me a knowing smile,
"I don't mind being a diversion tactic for the most beautiful woman in
the room," he faked an Italian accent on the 'most beautiful woman in
the room' part.
I giggled, "Well, you did end up being a diversion tactic, but I was
going to ask you to dance anyway," I admitted, coming out of my flirt
shell just a little.
He looked at me funny, like he thought I was still joking, but then he
confidently pulled me along toward the dance floor. He put his hand
around my waist and I moved close enough to him to just brush against
his soft belly. I closed my eyes and sighed at how magnificent my body
would feel snuggled into his.
We danced for a minute without saying anything. My eyes opened to see
Jenna looking over and winking at me. Then I looked up at Will. He
smiled and spoke, "Are you always kind of shy?"
I laughed, "No, I'm the least shy person I know." It was the truth. I
was naturally an extrovert; my job depended on it.
"Okay," he looked at me suspiciously.
"So why didn't you dance with the Italian dude?" He wanted to know.
"Not my type," I responded without further explanation.
For once, I couldn't bring myself to be blatant about my attraction to
bulky guys. I usually had a rule about the men I flirted with: I didn't
avoid the topic of their weight and was quick to reassure that I liked
their size. If they were totally offended or completely freaked, then
it wasn't going to work out anyway, especially in bed where it mattered
so much to me.
But I didn't want to risk a thing with Will, he seemed too perfect and
special. So I took the path of least resistance, which was not to
express my desire to experience the full sensuality of his abundant
chub. We continued to dance without words. The song ended and he
escorted me back to the table.
David announced, "It's late, kids, and I have to head out early
tomorrow. But we should walk you girls over to your place. You
shouldn't be walking alone at night." It was perfectly safe and
well-lit on the resort grounds, but I suspected David wanted a few more
minutes with Jenna. And I was happy to have a few more minutes with
"So you'll still be around tomorrow?" I asked Will as he walked beside
me up to the villa complex.
"Yes ma'am," he drawled, "I'm taking some customers out for golf and
lunch, but after that I'm a free man until I leave on Friday morning."
"We'll probably be at the beach later in the day," I offered up.
"If you make it up to the patio bar, you'll probably see me there," he
"Cool," I smiled. I wanted to grab him, touch him, kiss him and hug
him, but I just said goodnight and turned around with the girls to go
"David asked for my number," Jenna beamed.
"Long distance relationship?" I raised my eyebrow at her.
"What about Will?" she non-answered.
"Maybe I'll see him tomorrow," I played it cool.
"Ah, to be single again," Kristen sighed, heading into the room she was
sharing with Brooke. "See you ladies in the morning."
After a morning of tennis and shopping, we decided to hit the beach. I
watched relentlessly for Will, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. I
even wore my new hot pink bikini hoping that he might catch a glimpse
of my assets, fall on his knees and profess his undying love to me.
While I was reading under a beach umbrella, I got a call from a
colleague alerting me to an email I needed to see. Apparently our
customer was unhappy about an engineering drawing. Not usually a big
deal, but it was holding up an important milestone payment, elevating
it to my boss.
"I've got a work emergency, I'll be back at the villa," I told the
I was covered with salt and sand, so I needed to rinse off and jaunted
up to the outdoor beach shower. I stood under the water for a few
minutes, rinsing my hair and legs. I had gotten lost in fleeting
thoughts about showering with Will when I overheard some young guys
laughing, "Nice, I'd like to hit that," "work it baby," and "sweet
I opened my eyes in their direction and saw a table full of jerks a few
feet away at the patio bar smirking at me. I felt like I was the
biggest bimbo in the world, and I hadn't even tried. Choking back my
humiliation, I grabbed my towel and walked quickly toward the hotel
lobby to get back to our villa and salvage my dignity. I looked down so
I wouldn't have to look anyone in the eye who might have seen the show.
My escape didn't work. I felt a hand on my arm. "Hey!" Will said to me,
smiling, "You move really fast."
"What?" I was a little confused, but happy to see him.
"I saw you and wanted to say hello but you buzzed by so fast, I
practically had to run to catch you," he smiled. I relaxed a little.
The thought of him running, his belly jiggling and thighs rubbing
together made my legs quiver.
"Oh," I smiled, wrapping my towel around my bare waist, warmed more by
the idea that he wanted to catch me, "Sorry." Hopefully he hadn't seen
me at the shower.
"You had several tongues hanging out over there you know," he laughed.
Ugh, he had seen it too. I felt like a fool.
I rubbed my forehead sheepishly, like the joke was still on me, "Um
yeah, I realized too late that I was making a spectacle of myself," I
explained, feeling ashamed.
"No, no," he smiled, "you have nothing to be embarrassed about, those
guys were drunk and obnoxious. They should get tossed out. But," he
paused, giving my bikini-topped and bare-waisted body an inadvertent
once-over, "they were right about one thing, you look good." My face
was warm. As long as Will thought I looked good, I could forget all
about those morons back there.
"Do you want to join me for a drink or something? I mean, if you don't
have anything else going on?" He sort of stammered. It was the first
time I sensed any lack of confidence from him. It was kind of cute and
put me at ease.
"Yeah," I exclaimed, "that would be excellent. But I have to run back
to our villa to handle a work issue... emergency email," I smiled.
"There's actually a great wireless connection right here," he lifted
his laptop to show me he had been working at a table at the bar.
"Excellent, it was really slow over at our place yesterday. Give me 20
minutes?" I grinned. I felt my confidence coming back.
I raced over to our villa, showered, put on some light makeup, twisted
my hair up into cute crystal barrettes and slipped on my yellow halter
sundress. It showed off my chest and legs very nicely without looking
trashy. I finished the look off with my yellow cork wedge sandals,
grabbed my laptop and headed back to meet Will.
He had found a table with two chairs and pulled one out for me. "That
was fast. You need a drink?"
"Yeah, I would love one," what a gentleman. "Vodka cranberry?"
"No problem," he smiled. I watched him saunter up to the bar. His blue
plaid button down shirt accented his eyes and hung smoothly over his
body. But it didn't conceal that he had the sexiest love handles I had
seen in a while.
I fired up my laptop and read the email. Easy fix, I thought. I shot
off an email to one of our overseas engineers whom I knew well. He was
a plump German boy with a knack for handling murky technical issues. He
also had a knack for kissing, as I recalled from my trip to Germany the
previous fall. I figured he'd be on it by midnight, our time, and
tomorrow morning the customer would no longer have any reason to
withhold 400,000 dollars.
"You're smiling," Will said as he came back with our drinks.
"Oh, I just had to run interference on an issue. I'm smiling because
it's a quick fix, no long winded emails to write."
"The best kind are short winded," he agreed.
I closed my laptop and we chatted for a little while about work and the
weather. He had such an easy way about himself. His southern manners
and sense of humor continued to light me up inside. I was so thoroughly
under his spell that my cell phone ring jarred me back to reality.
"Sorry," I smiled, taking the call. He nodded politely.
It was Jenna. "We're leaving at 7 for dinner," she announced. "Where
"Um, working over at the hotel. The wireless is better over here," I
winked at Will. "What time is it?" I had totally lost track.
"It's 6:30. You better get a move on," she warned me.
"I'm still waiting for a call back from our project engineer on this
drawing problem, and then I have to shoot off another email," I lied. I
just wanted to stay with Will.
"Maybe you can grab a cab and meet us over there?" she suggested
"Yeah, okay, let me give you a call back in a few minutes," I offered,
trying to figure out how I could eke out more time with Will.
"You have dinner plans?" He asked.
"Kind of," I explained. "I guess we have a reservation at some popular
steakhouse, a bird name?" I couldn't remember the name.
"Cranes? That's just down the road about a mile," he knew the area well.
I nodded, "I think that's it."
"It's a good choice, but the views at the Old Cove are better. That's
seafood though," he explained.
"I love seafood, but Brooke is allergic to shellfish so we're not
allowed," I frowned.
"She picked a bad place to spend a vacation then," he laughed. "There
are some excellent crab places around here."
I knew that it would be much more enjoyable to have dinner with Will
than sit at a table with Brooke for a couple of hours, so I pushed that
direction. "Where are you eating tonight?"
He seemed surprised for a second, "Well, I did consider going over to
the Cove. I know the owner and the food is great." I do love it when a
big guy talks about good food.
"I don't suppose you wanted company," I offered, knowing he was leaving
tomorrow morning and wanting one last chance to charm the pants off of
"Yeah," he smiled, "absolutely." He seemed genuinely excited to have
dinner with me. I was glowing inside. "But what about your friends?"
"Oh, they'll get over it. It wouldn't be the first time work got in the
way of plans," I shrugged.
He smiled, "Let me call Jamie," and pulled out his cell phone, stood up
and walked a few feet away while he made the reservation.
I took the opportunity to admire his body again. I could see the
outline of his belly wrapped fully around his torso, widening his
frame. His khaki shorts revealed nice, muscular calves too. I
speculated about his weight, I couldn't help myself. He was a solid six
feet tall with broad shoulders and looked strong. I figured maybe he
was 350 pounds? Getting him on a scale would be a very delicious
My eyes wandered back up to meet his. He may have caught me surveying
his fullness but he acted nonchalant anyway. "I was able to get a
reservation at 8, that okay?"
"Perfect," I smiled, sipping my drink. "Do I need to change?"
"No, you look beautiful the way you are," he blurted. The impulsive way
he said those words made me really feel beautiful, like I was hearing
it for the first time. I could disregard flattery from a thousand men,
but from him it was transforming.
"I need to call Jenna back," I told him.
I stood up, called her and paced, "Yeah, this work issue is dragging,
you should just go have fun without me," I lied again. White lies, I
told myself, she would understand later. "Text me if you decide to go
somewhere after dinner," I offered as an olive branch.
We finished our drinks and he drove me over to the villa to drop off my
laptop before we headed out. Fortunately, the girls had already left,
so no further explanations hindered my plans to have dinner with Will.
Will opened doors and pulled out chairs for me, which I suppose is
expected from a southern gentleman, but even so, he made me feel really
The hostess seemed very happy to see him when we came in. "Will! I saw
you on the list," she hugged him. "So good to see you again." Her hug
was long and her hands traveled along his bulging love handles. That
was my 'fat guy hug' move. Did she have a thing for him too?
She smiled at me, "I'm Jillene," she shook my hand. Jillene was a
pretty brunette with dark eyes. She was fairly petite but had some
plump curves and I couldn't help but notice her round behind. I felt a
hint of jealousy wondering if Will found her attractive. So now I could
add jealousy to the list of unusual feelings that Will managed to
conjure up in me.
She led us out to a table overlooking the water. It was amazingly
"You were right, Will, the views are incredible," I smiled at both of
He turned to Jillene with a wink "Thanks J."
She walked away and I probed Will, "You seem to know her pretty well."
"She's dating Jamie, the owner." He explained.
"Oh," I said, "well then I guess that explains her friendliness."
"Why?" He smirked, "what did you think?"
"Well, it just seemed like she knows you very well, I kind of thought
that maybe there was something between you two the way she hugged you,"
I tested him.
"Oh no, I'm not her type," he said bluntly.
"What's her type then?" I was curious.
Just then Jamie came out to say hello. Will stood up and gave him that
'half hug' that men do when they haven't seen each other in a while.
Jamie was a little shorter than Will and much thinner. Quite lean, in
fact. I knew that sinewy look from my experience in distance running.
My preference in men made it easy for me to not worry about dating
anyone I met at competitive running events.
I shook his hand, "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you as well," Jamie said to me triumphantly, as if he
were congratulating Will. They chatted for a minute about business, and
then Jamie left us alone.
"So," Will fearlessly continued our conversation where we left off,
"He's her type."
"How do you mean?" I knew what he was talking about but I needed for
him to say it. I was still nervous about the weight thing. He hadn't
mentioned it at all. Not even alluded to it. Most of the fat guys I've
known seemed to get their self-deprecating comments into conversation
early on. In all of our interactions so far, Will hadn't acted like he
was different because he was fat and I found it very refreshing.
"He's into triathlons and ultramarathons, stuff like that," he
"That's a reason to be someone's type?" I asked.
"No, I mean he's not fat," Will finally went there.
"No, he's not, I guess, but maybe she just likes him for who he is," I
Will smirked but changed the subject. We talked more about work, since
we knew some of the same subcontractor companies in our respective
businesses. It was fun and light though, so I didn't feel like I was at
a business dinner. It truly felt like a first date to me.
He knew wine well and selected a delicious Sauvignon Blanc from New
Zealand. We both ordered the crab and had fun cracking shells while
making a bit of a mess. He didn't hold back his appetite either, which
was nice. He ate his entire meal, some of mine and then talked me into
trying the peach pie. I decided that eating a sweet and gooey piece of
pie is yet another of life's nirvanas when enjoyed in the company of a
handsome, chubby guy.
We lingered over the rest of the wine and enjoyed the ocean ambiance. I
couldn't remember feeling more bliss than I was feeling in his company.
The restaurant was closing, so Will said his goodbyes to Jamie and
Jillene, and drove us back to the resort. I wasn't ready to call it a
night, though. I knew he would be gone in the morning and I wanted so
much to be with him.
"It's a fantastic night, do you want to walk a little? The path down to
the beach is really pretty," I offered.
"Sure," he smiled, but seemed uneasy. I thought maybe he was finally
getting nervous about my growing flirtation.
While we walked down the path, Will told me about some of the areas to
explore on the island. When we got down to the beach, I slipped off my
sandals, dug my feet in and took a deep breath. "It really is peaceful
here when no one else is around," I smiled.
He smiled back but I felt his reluctance to join me in the sand. I
walked back over to him and stood face to face with him. It was now or
never, so I worked past my nervousness, put my hands on his shoulders
and reached up to kiss him.
He leaned down and briefly grazed my lips. I beamed, looking up at him,
allowing my hands to roam down his pudgy sides.
He took a step back, put his hands in his pockets and looked down. This
caught me by surprise. Was he more insecure than I thought?
"What's wrong?" I asked, preparing myself for the fat, self-loathing
and reassurance conversation.
"Alyssa, there's something I should tell you," he sighed.
Yep, this was the part where he would tell me that he's fat and I
shouldn't grope his body. I stepped toward him to make a preemptive
strike against any insecurity on his part, "Will, I am very attracted
He stepped back again with a serious look on his face, "You're gorgeous
and amazing, Alyssa, it's just that…"
"It's just that what, Will," I was getting anxious.
"I have a girlfriend," he admitted.
"You what?" I was shocked. I never expected that news and felt angry. I
had really let my feelings for him get the best of me.
He shook his head, "I'm sorry, I should have said something sooner, I
wasn't sure you were really interested in me that way," he explained.
"Well, I feel like a fool," I said coldly.
"No, don't. I'm the jerk," he tried to apologize.
I was holding back tears. "Can you just walk me back to the villa, I
"Sure," he agreed softly.
We walked back silently. I started to open the door and he touched my
arm, "I wish the circumstances were different. You have no idea…" he
started to say, but stopped himself.
I looked at him, my heart broken as much by the exquisiteness of his
face as his status revelation. "Don't worry about it, it's not a big
deal," I attempted to hide my feelings. "Have a safe trip home." I
smiled through my disappointment, unlocked the door and slipped inside.
Jenna was awake and in bed reading, "Where were you? I see your laptop
here," she started.
I broke down and bawled.
"Oh my gosh, Alyssa, are you okay?" She jumped out of bed and hugged me.
"Yeah, I'm okay," I sniffled, "just a little stunned."
"What happened?" She demanded.
"I went out with Will," I started.
"Did he hurt you?" She got angry.
"No, no, I'm just let down," I admitted. "Will was a total gentleman."
"What happened?" She demanded to know.
I told her everything; what a great date we had, how sweet he was, how
I was having feelings I had never felt before.
"So what's the problem?" She asked.
"He has a girlfriend," I explained.
"Oh, honey, that's the worst," she hugged me more. "Did he weasel
around it? How did you find out?"
"He didn't weasel, he came out and told me. I went in for the kiss and
he stopped me," I told her.
She paused and raised her eyebrows, "Sounds to me like he did the right
I smirked, "Thanks for your support."
"No, think about it. He could have had you in the sack tonight, left in
the morning and strung you along. But he did the honest thing and told
you the truth," she reasoned.
She was right. "Great, so not only is he everything I want in a man,
he's honest too." I fell onto the bed and moaned, "Why couldn't he have
told me sooner, before I got my hopes up?"
"I'm sorry Alyssa," Jenna hugged me again. "It's like you always tell
me though, there's tons of guys out there for you, don't get too hung
up on this one."
Easy for her to say; Jenna got easily hung up on every guy she liked.
She was used to it. I wasn't used to getting sucked into the idea of
romance and love. I lay awake the entire night thinking about Will and
the sting never quite left me during the rest of our trip… some
The next week I was back at work, and back to reality. Although, I had
been totally altered by my vacation flirtation disaster with Will. Jack
called me for a date but I wasn't up to it. The following week I met
with Jayson in Chicago but didn't feel like having one of our flings.
"I'm sorry Jayson, I'm just getting over a flu bug," I lied.
Three more hot, humid and miserable weeks passed since I returned from
Hilton Head and I still couldn't shake the cloud over my head. Will
letting me down had really affected my attitude. I was questioning how
I could fall in love that fast, but it felt like my world had less
sparkle without him. How was that possible? I had known him for only
I decided I had to shake this once and for all, so I threw myself into
other things to take my mind off of Will. I started intense training
for the Houston marathon, Jenna pulled me into her book club, and I
even signed up for an Indian cooking class.
A couple of more weeks went by and I was in Philly for a project
kickoff meeting. I had plans to see Mason. Why not? I figured; nothing
like a meaningless tryst with a hot guy to kill whatever numbness still
lingered inside me. He wanted to take me to some new French bistro
style restaurant downtown and I needed the idea of a good time with a
I was driving over the Ben Franklin Bridge to meet him when I got a
call from Jenna. "When do you fly back?" Jenna wanted to know.
"There's another short meeting tomorrow morning, and then I'm back in
the afternoon," I informed her.
"So… David's coming into Houston in the morning on business and I have
plans to see him tomorrow night," she told me with trepidation in her
"Sounds cool," I tried to be positive and mask my jealousy.
"Listen," she said, "Will is flying in with him," she admitted.
I was silent.
"Hey, are you there?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm just trying not to think about him," I reminded her.
"I know," she understood, "it's just that he wants to see you and
I started to get angry, "Explain what? That he's got a girlfriend?
Nothing more to explain there."
"Hey, don't shoot the messenger," she defended herself. "Do you want me
to tell David that you don't want to see Will?"
"That would be a lie," I confessed.
"Then you do?" She was confused.
"Fine," I agreed, "I must be a glutton for punishment, but fine." My
heart pounded so loud I could hear it through my chest.
"Should I give him your cell number?" she asked.
"Sure, why not," I tried to seem calm, but my heart was now up in my
I drove to the restaurant thinking about Will and feeling very
confused. Did he just want to see me to smooth things over? And
especially since Jenna was seeing David now, there was always the
possibility I would see him again. Maybe he wanted to "just be
friends." The idea of just being friends with Will made me ache inside.
I entered the restaurant and saw Mason standing by the bar. He was
fatter again and looking so incredibly good. He was the perfect
diversion for me; pure, raw sexuality with no strings attached. I
couldn't bear another entanglement.
"Mason!" I hugged him tightly, feeling the rolling softness along his
He felt my hands dig in to his body, "I knew you would approve," he
smirked at me.
"Approve of what?" I played the dumb flirt.
"I am getting pretty big," he whispered with a smile. He really knew
how to turn me on.
"You don't seem too upset by it," I giggled.
"I have days that I want to kick myself, but when it makes a woman
happy, I kind of like it," he admitted. I knew he saw other women, at
least some of whom liked his growing weight. He was an FFA magnet.
"You look awesome, seriously," I reinforced what he already knew. His
classic good looks and increasingly soft body seemed like just what I
needed to move on past my obsession with Will.
We enjoyed dinner and I started to feel like my old self. I had every
intention of letting Mason have his way with me that night. Until he
asked me, "How was your trip to Hilton Head?"
"It was fine," I must have seemed less enthusiastic than I should have
because he questioned my answer.
"Not so great? How was the weather?"
"Oh, the weather was fabulous, we were at the beach every day," I
"I like the idea of you on the beach," he mused sweetly. "So why the
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Oh wait," he nodded knowingly, "a dude."
I turned red, "How did you know?" I asked.
"I have three sisters who attract dysfunctional relationships," he
laughed. "A woman with man issues is obvious to me."
He dragged the general story out of me. I held back the depth of my
feelings, but Mason was a very perceptive guy. "Girlfriend? Meh, it's
not like he's married," he reasoned, "I wouldn't have let that stop
me," he joked.
I'm not sure if Mason realized it, but those flippant words ruined his
chance at getting lucky with me that night. He cast doubt on my
resolution to forget about Will and I was right back at square one.
What if I still had a chance with him?
After our meal, Mason asked me over to his place, but I declined. "You
know I would love to join you, but I have a really early meeting
tomorrow," I told him to soften the blow. I did give him a very sexy
kiss though. He deserved it for being a surprising source of insight
I squirmed through that morning meeting, raced to the airport and flew
home to Houston with new resolve.
When I turned on my cell phone after the flight, there was a voicemail
from area code 919; it was a call from Raleigh. I waited until I was on
the beltway before listening to the message. On the other end was
Will's sexy southern voice. His tone was cool and composed, like a
business call. "Hi Alyssa, it's Will. I'm here in Houston and would
like to see you. Give me a call when you get a chance."
I thought he must be made of granite. Two months had passed after our
awkward farewell and he was over it, but I was not. What would I say?
The Friday afternoon traffic was too treacherous for me to risk a
conversation that distracting, so I waited until I got home to call him
He answered right away. "Hi Will, it's Alyssa," I put on a cheery
voice. My heart banged so loud that my head could feel it.
"Hi Alyssa," he said sweetly. "How are you?"
"Um, great, just a little tired from traveling. The weather was bad in
Philly, so my flight was delayed and then I got stuck in heavy traffic
coming home," I was babbling.
"Aw, that's the worst, especially when you just want to get home after
a long trip," he commiserated.
"Exactly," I sighed.
"So… then do you think you'd be up for dinner tonight?" He asked,
twisting me in more knots.
"Um, yeah, I don't have any plans," I tried to be cool. What was I
getting myself back into?
"David and Jenna wanted to know if you and I would like to join them at
Fogo de Chao," he reported casually.
"I haven't been there in ages but I know it well. Great place to take
customers," at least I had the home field advantage.
"I've heard it's good. There's a Brazilian place in Raleigh but David
said this one is better. Can you meet us there at 7:30?"
I agreed and hung up. That was quick. In less than a day, I went from
almost over him to right back under his spell. I figured I must have
been the biggest fool in the world.
It was already 6:15, so I kicked myself into high gear to get ready. I
put on a slinky, curve hugging black wrap top and paired it with my
white sateen gauchos and black and white slingback sandals. I quickly
ran a curling brush my hair to give it a smooth and shiny look, and
finished the outfit off with my onyx earrings and matching drop
necklace. I checked the mirror and liked what I saw, hoping Will might
like it too.
I only lived a couple of miles away from the restaurant, so I had the
biggest butterflies in my stomach knowing that I was about to see Will
in just a few minutes. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.
When I arrived at the restaurant, Jenna was walking in so I flagged her
down and we walked in together. "Are you nervous to see Will again?"
"Can you tell?" I asked.
"Well you're freaking gorgeous, so you've got that covered. Whatever
the situation is, he'll be knocked out by how awesome you look," it was
her turn to stroke my ego. I definitely needed it.
We walked in the door and there stood David… and Will. The butterflies
in my stomach turned into stampeding horses and I was pretty sure he
had gotten even better looking. He wore a navy blue polo shirt that fit
around his softness really well with light khaki pants. It would have
been a boring outfit on a thinner guy, but he really made it look sexy.
With that dazzling smile and luscious, billowing belly, I was hooked
right back into him.
Jenna hugged David while I shook Will's hand. I wanted to hug him
tightly, but I didn't want to cross the line with a taken man. And the
way he looked at me with his hungry eyes gave me a bittersweet feeling.
How could he make me wish for a chance with him when he knew that I
shouldn't get my hopes up?
We all sat down and made small talk. I tried not to look at Will too
much, but every time I caught his eye I felt such sexual tension that I
almost couldn't bear it. He seemed so confident and self-assured that I
felt any strength I had left being pulled under his power.
We decided on wine, and thankfully, a few sips eased my anxiety. As we
chatted, Will stood up to take a phone call. "I'm really sorry, I have
to take this. Go ahead and get started," and he excused himself.
The restaurant had a fabulous salad buffet so the three of us went up
to fill our plates with salads, cheeses and smoked salmon. Will was
still gone on his call.
Jenna asked David, "Is it a business call?"
"I hope so. We're waiting for a decision from a customer on a really
big project. This one is huge for our business," he informed us.
"I'm crossing my fingers for you," Jenna chirped like a bird. I nodded
to him in agreement.
Will came back to the table with a huge grin, "We got the job."
David clenched his fist, "Yes!"
Jenna clapped her hands, and I smiled warmly at Will, "Congratulations."
"It's been a rough couple of months," Will sighed. "I'm just glad it's
"It's not over," David joked. "Now we have a ton of work to do." He
paused and then chuckled, "Unless of course you're talking about your
ex, in which case, I'm glad that's over too."
Will glared at David.
"What?" David smiled, "Am I wrong?"
"It's just, I haven't talked about it… " he trailed off.
David looked at Will with big eyes, "Sorry, man. I thought you
already…" he stopped.
We all sat silent. The excitement I felt over this news caused me to
feel too much emotion at once. The lump that had been sitting in my
stomach for weeks rose up into my throat and was stuck there. I took a
large gulp of water and choked a little. "I, um, have to use the ladies
room." I jumped up and hurried away from the table.
I stood in the ladies room washing my hands under cool water for a
minute. I had not expected to hear that Will's relationship was over.
At least that's what I thought I understood. I couldn't think straight.
What was I supposed to do now? Play it cool? Give him space? Go in for
Jenna came into the ladies room, "Are you okay?" She asked with a big
"So is it true? Will is single now?" I asked her.
"Yep," she kept grinning, "He dumped her a month ago."
"A month ago?" Bewildered, I sat down on the chair in the lounge.
"That's what he said after you left the table," she confirmed. "So
let's go back and just enjoy dinner," she nudged me. I took a deep
breath and followed her back.
"Sorry, I choked a little on my water, I didn't want to make a
spectacle here at the table," I excused my abrupt departure. Will stood
up and pulled my chair out for me to sit down. We were all silent again
for a few more moments. No one seemed to know what to say.
David broke the silence, "So this new project is going to bring us back
to Houston again in a couple of weeks," he shared.
Jenna looked and me and then smiled at David and Will, "I hope you make
time to see us."
I glanced at Will. He gave me a warm look and I felt my face flush.
This back and forth of glances and smiles continued throughout the
meal. Despite my nerves, Will seemed content. He was still smooth,
charming and unaffected. He ate heartily, while I sat in awe of him,
barely able to swallow much of anything.
When dinner was winding down and we were finishing our tres leches
cake, David announced that he and Jenna were going to a country bar to
"I know you hate country music, Alyssa, but it could be fun," Jenna
I looked at Will, admiring his well-fed belly from the side. He had a
stunning shape and I was so smitten with him I would have followed him
anywhere he wanted to go. But thankfully he shared a similar opinion,
"I'm not a fan either. Just because I'm a southern boy, doesn't mean
I'm a redneck too."
That was music to my ears. As cute as it would be to see Will jiggling
around a dance floor, I knew I'd much rather spend time with him in a
quiet, more intimate setting. "The hotel you're staying at has a really
nice observation deck attached to the bar," I suggested.
"That's more my speed," Will nodded to me.
I looked at David and Jenna, "Do you two mind boot scooting without
us?" They agreed and we all walked out together.
Walking down the steps toward the parking lot, Will put his hand on my
back to guide me and it felt amazing. It was a simple touch, but a
gesture that said, "I care about you."
I followed Will back to his hotel, my body feeling light as air, hoping
for a fresh start with him.
We sat down next to each other on a bench overlooking the uptown area.
I pointed out a few buildings and landmarks, while checking his girth
out from the side. It felt nice to know that now I had a better shot at
holding that soft body of his. I was a little lost in thought about how
his bulges would feel in my hands when he brought up our ill-fated
"I really want to apologize again for how I left things in Hilton
Head," he explained.
"No, you don't have to. You were honest and that's all I could ask
for," I absolved him.
"I really didn't tell you the whole story," he continued. "Wendy was
still living with me, but we had been falling apart for a while," he
paused and took a deep breath and looked me in the eyes. "I didn't tell
you more because it seemed calculating, you know? To use that as an
excuse to cheat would be kind of low."
Before I could say more, he elaborated. "And… I was embarrassed about
the situation," he admitted. "We broke up over my weight."
Will hadn't said much about his bulk and I didn't know whether he was
self-conscious about it. He certainly hadn't really acted like it
"She didn't like your size?" I asked directly.
"That's an understatement," he chuckled. "She always talked about
getting counseling for our relationship, but really she just wanted me
to get diet counseling."
I made a disapproving face, "It doesn't sound like you were meant to be
"I guess not. I was heavy when we met. Shoot, I've always been fat, but
I think she thought she could change me or something," he explained. I
was glad to know that he had always been fat; that meant it was more
likely that he would stay fat.
I shook my head. "I have to ask, why would she invest in a relationship
with someone she wanted to change?"
"Honestly, looking back, I think she liked my money and security," he
"I can't say I think very highly of her," I admitted out loud.
He smirked and continued, "Meeting you made me realize that I didn't
have to settle for someone who found me unattractive," he paused and
then smiled, "and that I could be with someone new."
I smiled back, "Just anyone new?"
"Well, I'm not saying I broke up with her for you, but to have an
incredibly beautiful woman tell me that she finds me attractive makes
me think I might have a shot at another date," he grinned.
I blushed and looked down. Talk about understatements; he had a shot at
more than just that. "Will, I have a confession to make too," I
started. "I've been thinking about you a lot over the last couple of
He tilted his sweet face, "Really?"
I nodded, "Can't you tell that I've been a total basket case around you
all night? And you've been a rock. You seem so calm and cool about all
of this," I uttered with exasperation.
"It helps to know that you like big guys," he grinned.
"What?" I was taken aback. What did he know about my tendencies?
"Jenna told David you date big teddy bears," he laughed.
"Jenna has a big mouth," I shook my head and smirked. Then I looked at
him seriously, "Does that bother you at all?" I didn't want to freak
him out and scare him away.
"Bother me? It's the greatest news ever," he laughed more. "How lucky
"I don't know… how lucky are you?" I flirted
He finally blushed, "I never did get to finish that kiss on the beach."
"Well I tried to," I flirted more, looking into his eyes.
He gently put his hand under my chin, pulled my lips to his and gave me
a soft but intense kiss. I almost melted all over the bench. I pulled
back, looked at him and smiled and went in for a bigger kiss. He
responded in kind.
This sexy moment that I'd been waiting for was interrupted by Will's
cell phone. He leaned back to make room for his belly and pulled it out
of his pocket, "I'm sorry, I have to take this," he winced. I
understood; he was closing the deal that brought him to Houston.
He stood up and paced in front of me, having a persuasive conversation
with his new customer. He was very in command; with his hand in one
pocket, discussing the software he designed for a gas pipeline
application. My eyes were admiring his rotund frame while my brain was
soaking up his intelligence.
He paused to listen to the caller on the other end and then glanced
over, catching me inspect his body. I coquettishly looked down and then
back up at him with a smile. He cocked his head and gazed for a few
moments with a smiling look of desire that made me feel exhilaration.
I stood up and walked past him, giving him my sexiest 'come hither'
look. He followed behind me abruptly finishing his conversation, "I
really have to go, I'll call you tomorrow," was all I heard. I turned
around to see him waddling behind me with a smile on his adorable face.
I loved the idea that he was sort of chasing after me. I had pined for
him for so many weeks, and now it was his turn to show me how much he
As we walked out of the bar, we found ourselves in a hallway corridor.
He took my hand, pulled me close to him and pressed his lips deeply
into mine. All of that sexual tension finally let loose when I grabbed
his blubbery love handles while he thrust himself into me. The feeling
of losing control was odd and disorienting yet it filled me with
I forgot where we were for a minute when a couple of twenty-something
men walked into the hallway to enter the bar catching us in a very
intense make out moment. They looked us both up and down and I grinned
at them like a cat that had eaten a canary. They continued into the bar
laughing with each other.
"I suppose they've never seen a guy so fat with a girl so sexy," Will
"I don't know about that. We really were making a scene, you know," I
reasoned. Yet I couldn't help but realize how small I looked in
contrast to his huge frame. That visual itself was a bit of a
"Perhaps we should make our scene a little more private?" Will
suggested. He was bold and I loved it.
I nodded. He took my hand and led me up to his room.
I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, savoring the moments before I hit the
belly jackpot. He kissed me and whispered in my ear, "Are you sure you
want to do that?"
"Mmmm, yes, Will. I've been waiting ever since I laid eyes on you to
get your shirt off," I admitted.
"You're such a liar," he laughed, but stopped my hands for a moment to
I reached my hand up to his face, touched him under his soft chin and
playfully smiled, "Do you remember seeing me the first time? In the
"How could I forget?" he recalled.
"I thought you were the most incredibly handsome man," I told him.
"You don't have to tell me that to get me into bed, you know" he joked.
"I'm just telling you so you understand that I can't wait to get you
into bed," I fed off of his playfulness.
He grabbed me around the waist, kissed me again and admitted, "When I
first saw you, I was a little amazed by the way you looked at me."
"Your eyes overwhelmed me," I told him honestly.
He gave me a sweet little smirk. He had great lips.
"And then when I saw the rest of you," I grazed my hand over his soft
paunch, "I was pretty much mesmerized."
He turned a little red with the combination of my touch and my
"Are you a little shy?" I teased him, grabbing a handful of his love
"I could be," he charmed me with his sudden modesty, "but I have a
feeling you're not going to let me be shy."
I gave him a kittenish half-smile, "No way, I've been wanting this for
far too long," my fingers danced lightly along his chest and belly,
back to the last buttons on his shirt.
His eyes grew big and I unbuttoned more, down to the last one,
revealing a hint of flesh peeking out from a too small undershirt. I
finally got a glimpse of my soft, jiggly prize. My fingers grazed along
his hanging goodness and I gave him a deep kiss. He gave me a powerful
I pulled him playfully onto the bed, enjoying the way his fat undulated
from the gentle impact of his landing. Any shyness or self-doubt that
lingered from my anxiety over him finally evaporated and I couldn't
resist him to save my life. I pounced on him with more kisses and
"Seriously," he paused, looking into my eyes and running his fingers
through my hair, "where did you come from?"
"Wyoming, originally," I smiled.
"Is that where they hide the hot women who like fat guys?" He joked.
"I don't think it's a geography thing," I smirked. "But if it is, the
South certainly does produce some stunning men," I flattered him back.
He looked at me bewildered, but I kept kissing him; harder, longer,
sexier kisses. I helped him remove his button down shirt, leaving just
a snug undershirt showing the details of his delicious roundness.
Putting my hand under his shirt, I explored his velvety, luscious
chest. I lifted it up over his head and drank in the fine details of
his upper body, from the cute little pockets of fat on his upper arms,
along to the deep creases on the sides of his body down to his belly
hanging playfully over his pants.
I saw a hint of discomfort in his eyes, so I gave him another wet kiss
and whispered in his ear, "Will, you have a fantastic body."
He looked at me like I was joking. "Mmm hmmm…" he smirked, but
continued to caress my waist.
I kissed his body, down to his tummy, enjoying it's gentle shake every
time he moved just a little bit. His fat was soft and yielding, but his
shape was broad and sturdy too. My hands went down under his belly and
I started to work on his belt buckle.
"Wait a minute," he drawled, "what about you?" tugging on my shirt with
a sly smile.
His chubby fingers slid under my clingy shirt and pushed it up over my
head. He kissed my breasts and pulled back for a moment to take a look.
He fingers grazed over my black satin bra and he murmured, "You are
Will made me feel so good. Wanting one particular man's approval was
new to me. I wasn't sure I had ever been in love, and had always looked
at sex like something pleasurable rather than something profound. But
in his arms I was falling deeper.
He unzipped my gauchos and I rose up to let them fall off of me. I
stood, in front of him, in just my matching bra and panties, feeling
vulnerable and yet very, very sexy. There I was, offering myself to
this gorgeous, round man, who I had serious feelings for, hoping to
stir the lust in him that he had been stirring in me for months now.
He pulled me back onto the bed and helped me continue to take his
clothes off. I was madly craving to have him in me, but I wanted to
savor discovering his softness. So I continued to kiss him and fondle
his body before I let him go farther.
Will didn't let me keep my cool, though. He put his hand between my
legs and drove me wild with his touch. The combination of grabbing his
full love handles, watching his body quiver and feeling his hands on me
caused a rush that caused me to lose all self-control.
"Don't hold back, please," I begged in a whisper. He pulled my panties
down slowly to tease me. All of a sudden he knew he had an enormous
amount of power over me and I found the aggressive look in his eyes
incredibly exciting. He had captured his prey and was about to feast.
I surrendered to him completely and let him have me. I had been
experienced in the mechanics and physical sensations of sex, and I knew
well what it was to enjoy the sensual delights that an attractive fat
guy could give me. Yet Will stood apart as a man I could be with for
more than just fleeting affairs and hotel escapades. I took myself off
the market and found pure happiness in the understanding that I would
be dedicated to this one good man.
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