Just Joshing: A BBW Romantic Comedy (Short and Sweet Series Book 1)

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by Evie Mitchell


  "I love this," I sighed, leaning into Josh's chest. He ran fingers over my palm, teasing the sensitive skin while we watched scene twenty-nine play out. The dragon sobbed cause his sheep had run off and the shield-maiden was currently comforting him. "It’s your beginning. These videos capture you doing what you love."

  Josh's fingers paused. He didn’t comment.

  I tilted my head back, raising an eyebrow, "you don’t see it like that?"

  He lifted a shoulder. We were lounging against the couch, me against his chest, his back against the couch. His fingers started tracing circles again, his other arm remained tucked behind his head.

  "My favorite part is coming up." He replied, nodding at the screen.

  We watched as the shield-maiden helped the dragon round up his sheep.

  "And here!" Samuel gallantly swept his hand towards the bound Prince. "Your reward!"

  We watched as thirteen-year old me untied a youthful Pete from his bounds.

  I bit my lip, color fading from my cheeks.

  The ending. How could I forget the ending?

  "Kiss!" Sam directed. "It’s only an ending if you have a kiss."

  Young me blushed furiously on the screen while Pete looked apprehensively at the camera. There was an awkward pause as we looked to Sam for further guidance.

  "I've never-" Young me started.

  "I’ll show you!" Came the voice from behind the camera. The camera dipped, hands fumbling before it jerked back up to capture Josh stalking over to me. He positioned me side-on to the camera.

  "Now. Like this."

  Fourteen-year-old Josh had moves. Fourteen-year-old Josh was cute. Fourteen-year-old Josh kissed the heck out of thirteen-year-old me. A long, looong moment later he released me, hands gently smoothing my hair back before he stepped away.

  Young Pete frowned. "I have to do that? But she’s…"

  "Or a peck. Whatever." Samuel called, this time behind the camera. "Action!"

  No one moved. Finally, Josh turned, walking towards the camera. "One kiss and we’re done."

  The camera shook, twisting about. The image straightened, narrowing in on me.

  "Action!" Josh called.

  Pete looked at me, I looked at him, then back at the camera – no – my eyes weren’t on the lens, they were above it. I was looking at Josh.

  I remembered feeling the confusing twist of budding desire. The uncertainty and excitement of what had just happened.

  Finally, Young Pete reached out, pulled me a step closer and pressed his lips quickly to my cheek before dropping my hands.

  "Cut!" Sam yelled, "That’s a wrap."

  The scene went to black.

  I shifted, reaching for the remote. New footage appeared just as I picked it up.

  Feet stamped around the camera.

  Josh moved behind me, reaching for the remote. "We don’t have to watch this."

  "Huh-uh." I twisted away, sending him a smile. "It may be something I can use for the wedd-"

  "You love Molly." Sam's voice sounded accusing.

  I froze, turning to look at the TV.

  Young Josh’s face was in close focus. He was looking away, packing up our costumes.

  "Of course."

  "Dude…" Sam’s voice sounded sympathetic. "She loves Pete."

  "I know," Josh kept folding.

  "You going to tell her?"

  "No."

  "Why?"

  "For Pete's sake, Sam, just drop it, okay?" Josh swung to the camera, arms folding across his chest.

  "I'm okay with it." Sam told him, the camera shifting. "We'd all be cool. You're a good guy. She deserves someone who'll love her."

  Josh’s young jaw clenched, the muscle ticking. "I’m not going to tell her because I want her to be happy."

  "And she can’t be with you?"

  Josh shrugged. "God knows no one thinks so. Besides, we got plans."

  "Yeah we do!" They fist bumped, Sam’s fist appearing on the screen for a moment. "But seriously, why can't she be with you? We all know Pete is hung up on Bess."

  "Because he's an idiot. And when he finally wakes up, Molly will be there, getting everything she wants."

  "But-"

  The film cut out. I turned, seeing Josh's hand on the remote.

  "That’s enough."

  "Josh…" I stared at him, seeing him through new eyes.

  There was an uneasy silence as we watched each other.

  "How old were you? Do you remember?"

  "Fourteen. Or fifteen. I don’t know." He ran a hand through his hair, looking away.

  "No… I mean… when you… I… Do you still feel like that?" I stuttered, watching him flinch.

  He looked over at me, crooked smile in place. "Don't worry, Pecas. I haven’t spent the past fifteen years pining for you."

  We were both silent for a moment.

  I tilted my head, giving him a crooked smile. "You were my first kiss, you know?"

  He grinned, "Oh, I know."

  I gestured at the screen, "captured in technicolor brilliance."

  "It was a killer first kiss."

  I laughed. "True."

  We continued the staring contest.

  "You love me now?" I whispered.

  "Maybe." His lips quirked up at the corners, and I easily read the truth on his face.

  "How long?"

  He hummed, "A while."

  "How long?"

  "Long."

  "How long is long?"

  "Long, long."

  I poked him in the gut. "Joshua."

  He captured my hand, raising it to his mouth and pressing a kiss to my palm as he whispered my name, "Maleficent."

  "Please?"

  He sighed, running a hand over his face. "You were three. You handed me your favorite toy and said you loved Oshie."

  I blinked. "I… what?"

  "I was your Oshie. From the day you could speak."

  I remembered that, vaguely. The nickname anyway, not the handing over of toys.

  "You loved me from the time I was a toddler?"

  He shrugged. "You were adorable and looked at me like I hung the moon." He glanced away, letting out a frustrated sigh. "And then you started looking at Pete like he was the source of everything you loved." He looked back over, a small smile on his lips. "But you always looked at me like I could do anything."

  "You can," I truly believed that. "What you’ve achieved? All that you are? Sure, Sam is there too, but he wouldn’t have done half as well without you. You’re driven, determined, focused. You're amazing, Josh." I bit my lip. "And knowing all that, I don't understand why you waited so long."

  "Because this isn't a job. This is you," Josh huffed out a laugh. "I waited. I expected your crush to die off. It just…"

  "Never did?" I offered him a wry smile. "He was…" I tried to think of a way to explain it. "Like vanilla ice cream."

  "What?"

  "Peter is like cheap vanilla ice cream. Unoffensive, yummy, a fall back. He's safe."

  "And I'm?" Josh asked.

  "Dark chocolate. Raspberry. Chili-chocolate." I leaned over, putting a hand on his thigh. "You were deliciously indulgent and not for me."

  "Why?" He leaned into me, his eyes burning.

  "Because you’re gorgeous. You’re smart. Ambitious. You’re so far above me that it’s like…" I shrugged. "You never looked at me because you knew I'd never get out from under my parents' thumb. You were going places and I was staying put."

  "I always looked at you."

  I laughed, "Oh really? So, Lauren and Kylie and Tiffany and Sophie and Huda and Kiki and Imani and-"

  He held up a hand, shaking his head, "Jesucristo, yeah so I had some girlfriends." His gorgeous eyes met mine. "We all get lonely."

  "But you never did anything. Never. Not once. I didn't even know you felt that way until the speed date."

  "Truth? No one wants to be second choice. I didn't want to be your back-up. I wanted you to choose me."

  I opened my mo
uth then snapped it shut. I could appreciate that.

  "You undersell yourself, you know." Josh inched closer to me. "You’re so much more than they all said you could be. The charities, the people you help. You could have settled, been another rich daddy’s girl waiting to marry the first rich guy who winked at you. Popping out a few kids and handing them off to nannies to raise." His hand covered mine, thumb rubbing across my knuckles. "You care. You’re kind. It’s so rare in our circles to find someone genuine. Despite all of the backbiting, the cattiness, you rose up. You did the right thing – leaving that dick. I know how hard that was for you, people calling you names, muttering under their breath. Yet I’ve rarely heard you say a bad word."

  I rolled my eyes. "Just because I don’t say it aloud doesn’t mean I’m not thinking it."

  "You’ve never sabotaged anyone. Even when Bess was flaunting Pete in front of you and chasing off every guy who sniffed around you, you were still a good friend."

  I blinked. "What?"

  "You didn’t notice?"

  "I… no. How’d she chase them off?"

  "She told them you were planning to be a nun."

  I blinked. "Are you-what?"

  "Sam was pissed when he found out."

  "When?"

  "Just before you went to Cancun. She’d been undermining you for years but no whispers had gotten back to us. Not ‘til we went to a party at the Denver house. Some cocky bastard was bragging about how he was going to nail the virgin. Dropped your name," his mouth quirked. "Sam may have held him while I punched."

  My brother was too damn protective. Bless him.

  "I never knew." It reframed my whole friendship with Bess. With Pete too.

  Josh's fingers slipped under my chin, lifting my face. "So, what now?"

  I searched his face, seeking… something. I found it in his eyes, his smile, the intensity of his focus on me.

  "You love me."

  "Oh yeah."

  I bit my lip, contemplating my next move.

  "Josh?"

  "Yes, Pecas?"

  "Make love to me."

  Chapter Fourteen

  Josh

  "Make love to me." Molly's whisper sent a hot bolt of desire directly to my cock.

  I wanted to be the bigger man. I wanted to double check, ask her if this is what she really wanted, clarify if she was ready.

  I kept my mouth shut. Fuck being the bigger man, at the moment all I wanted was to be the biggest cock she'd ever had.

  "Clothes off," I grunted the words barely managing to push them past my gritted teeth. I wasn't an animal. If she asked, I'd pull back. If she said no, I'd stop. But she said she wanted this. Said she wanted me. And all after I'd confessed my decades long obsession with her.

  "But the-"

  I couldn't wait the thirty seconds it would take to get to a bed. I wanted her now.

  "No," I snapped. "Get those clothes off." For a moment I wondered if I'd frightened her, if I'd pushed Molly too far.

  But no. Her eyes lit with desire, her nipples peaked, pressing enticingly against the material of her dress. I still had the taste of her on my tongue, and goddamn if it didn't make me hungry for more.

  She pulled the dress over her head, leaving her standing in only her bikini top and bottoms. One of the things I loved most about Molly was her utter confidence in her curvaceous body.

  "The top," I barely managed to get the words out. She reached up, shooting me a sly grin.

  "You sure?" She toyed with the tie at the nape of her neck.

  I made a sound in the back of my throat. My fists clenched at my side as I struggled to stay in place. "Do it."

  She pulled at the string, undoing the knot at the back of her neck. As the ties fell free, she reached behind her to undo the back ties. Grinning for one moment, she pulled the cups away, tossing the top somewhere over my shoulder, her full breasts bouncing free.

  "Well?" She placed hands of her hips, that grin in place. But I saw the moment of uncertainty flicker across her face, fast but not fast enough for me to miss it.

  "Perfect." I surged forward, hands immediately raising to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing in unison over her pert nipples. "Bottoms."

  Her hands shifted down to her hips while my head dropped, my mouth taking over from my left hand. She paused, one hand coming up to press my head, pushing my hungry mouth harder against her breast. It took all my willpower to pull back.

  "Uh-uh." I murmured, "bottoms, Pecas."

  Her free hand moved back to her hip, her other hand insistently pushing at my head. When I was sure she'd begun to shove down her bottoms I returned to her breast, nuzzling and sucking, pulling moans from deep inside her.

  "Josh," she groaned, arching. "Baby…"

  Her bottoms dropped to the floor. I shifted us, helping her step out, moving us back towards the couch. Her knees hit the back and down she went, me following her.

  I fell to my knees, hands pushing her thick thighs open, mouth pressing kissing up her inner thighs, finding soft sensitive skin.

  "Wait, you don't have to-" she cut herself off as my tongue flicked against her clit. "Oh god."

  I grinned, devouring her pussy, pushing her close to the edge, backing off and building again and again until she was chanting my name, begging, riding my face in an effort to find her release. She arched, legs clenching around me, her body shaking under my mouth as she came.

  I slowed, waiting for her to come back to me. My cock throbbed, pressing against the fly of the board shorts I wore, reminding me I was still fully dressed.

  Time to change that.

  I ripped off my shirt, discarding it while Molly watched, her lids at half-mast, her mouth slightly open, lips swollen from our earlier kisses.

  "You gonna take this off now?" She reached out a foot, grazing her toes against the waist band of the shorts. "Cause I'm interested to see what you're packing."

  I grinned, pulling them down slowly. I watched her eyes widen as I pulled lower and lower, until my cock popped free. Gripping my cock in one hand, I lazily stroking up and down watching her take me in.

  "Like what you see?" I asked, thumbing my crown.

  "God, yes." She breathed the words, opening her legs a little. "Condom?"

  "Fuck." I turned, calling, "stay there. Be right back."

  I sprinted through the house, heading for my wallet. I snatched it off the entry table, spinning to run back.

  Curves. Breasts. Pussy.

  Molly was splayed out on the couch, one hand between her legs, the other draped over her head. She raised an eyebrow, giving her pretty pink pussy a little roll of her fingers. "Find one?"

  My answer was pulling the strip from my wallet. I ripped into the foil, quickly rolling it down my cock. She continued to tease me by grazing her clit, little breathless gasps catching every time she pressed a sensitive spot.

  Fuck me.

  I dropped, immediately covering her with my body. Our mouths danced together, tongues twisting and stroking as we breathed each other in.

  "You ready for me, Pecas?" I whispered when her hungry whimpers got too much for me to deny.

  "Yes."

  I eased myself in. We both groaned in unison at the delicious intrusion. Tight, hot, ready.

  "Fuck, querida."

  "More," was her demanding reply.

  Fuck, this girl.

  I pulled back a fraction, looping one arm under her right leg, then the left. I pushed them both up, and to the side, grinning at her wide-eyed expression.

  "Okay?" I asked, shifting until my cock pressed to her opening.

  "Umm, yes?" She twisted a little, toes wiggling. "Do you have a feet fetish?"

  "No." I huffed out a chuckle, "but I've been dreaming of doing this." I pressed a kiss to the freckles on her leg, grinning at the resulting shiver.

  "Okay, sure. No further questions," she muttered, eyelids drifting closed, head falling back.

  "Ready, Pecas?"

  "Yes."

  I thrus
t, both of us gasping at the new angle, tightness, heat.

  Beautiful. Perfect.

  I settled into a slow glide, gritting my teeth as she gasped, clenching around me.

  "Fuck you feel good." I grunted, drawing this out, teasing us both.

  "Josh, please… Josh…"

  I dropped a hand, finding her clit, circling it once, twice, three- Molly groaned under me, her body clenching under me.

  Thank fuck.

  I kept up my pace, continuing the slow but intense glides. Once more, twice, three-

  "Molly," I grunted her name, emptying myself in the woman I loved.

  We slowed, panting together in the aftermath.

  "Wow," she whispered, reaching a hand up to cup my cheek. "I mean-"

  "Yooo-hooo!"

  We froze, eyes locked in horror as the voice neared.

  "Josh? Molly? Are you-" Behind us, the door jimmied as someone turned the knob.

  "Stop!"

  "Don't!"

  I looked over my shoulder, watching as my fucking sister-in-law-to-be threw open the door with a flourish.

  "Oh." Her hands flew to her mouth, her eyes widening. "Josh…?"

  "Jesucristo, get out." I barked, shifting to block Molly from view.

  "But… where's Molly?"

  Under me, Molly squirmed, freeing a hand. She lifted it waving over my shoulder.

  "Hey, Bess."

  Chapter Fifteen

  Molly

  Being interrupted post-coitus while my legs still hovered precariously above my shoulders wasn't how I expected tonight to end.

  "Oh my god!" Bess screeched as I willed the floor to open up and swallow me whole. "You're together-together!"

  "Get out." Josh growled, shifting to allow me to drop my legs, but keeping his back to the door to block their view.

  "Bro, is that… Molly?" Pete squinted at us in the dim light. "Jesucristo, it is." He made a chocked, gagging sound.

  I snatched at a loose shoe, throwing it at his head. "Fuck you, Peter. I'm allowed to have sex you know."

  He easily dodged the shoe, but spun around, his back now to us. "But with my brother? Molly…. Come on."

  "Get the fuck out." Josh barked again.

  "Babe, I'm so happy for you!" Bess bounced on the balls of her feet; her hands clasped together in front of her. "You guys are so cute together. I just always knew you'd-"

 

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