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Bound to Tasha
By Angela Devine
“Fuck me harder!” I screamed, certain I was waking up everyone in the state. He obliged, completely filling me now, his gigantic cock plunging in and out of my sopping wet pussy. I knew my roommate would hear, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was his rock-hard, throbbing cock impaling me.
I grasped the sides of my bed as he fucked me, sending bursts of pleasure throughout my body. I could feel my orgasm begin to build as he fucked me even harder than before. He grasped my legs firmly as he moved, starting to lose control himself. I screamed as my orgasm rose to the surface, engulfing everything in a whirlwind of pleasure.
“Tasha? Get up, you have to go to work!” came my roommate’s voice.
I opened my eyes and found myself in bed, sunlight streaming through my window. I looked around for my lover, but didn’t see him anywhere. I sighed and got out of bed. It was just another dream.
I’d been having dreams like that for weeks now. Ever since I turned 18, I’ve been having these strange fantasies. I’ve never been with a man before, and every time I see one I think is sexy, I tend to dream about him that night.
I don’t know what the deal is, but I just can’t help myself. Fortunately Shana, my roommate, hasn’t found out about these wet dreams. Thank God we don’t share the same room anymore.
I slid out of bed, exhausted. I’d been up all night working on some stuff and completely forgot I had work in the morning. Shana had already left the apartment when I got to the kitchen so I sat alone, thinking about how nice it would be to be holding hands right now with the man of my dreams.
I looked down at my body and sighed. That would never fucking happen. I was a plus size girl. I knew all the handsome guys wanted skinny, petite girls with big tits. Even if I saw a handsome guy and somehow mustered up the courage to talk to him, I wouldn’t stand a chance. I’d get turned down in a second.
I knew it was my fault I was chunky. All throughout high school I had a weight problem. My parents would have me eat the most unhealthy shit you can imagine. Oreos for breakfast, burgers for lunch, ice cream for dinner. At the time, I didn’t know any better.
But when I started losing more and more friends and watching the few I still had get boyfriends, it finally hit me. Unfortunately it wasn’t until senior year I noticed my weight, and by then it was too late. I had wasted four years in love with food instead of a guy.
Fortunately, the problem is much better now. I’ve lost a lot of weight since high school. But I’m still very chunky, to the point where I hate going out of the house. I can’t go to parties or any social gatherings because I know people will make fun of my weight.
Shana has invited me to lots of parties, but I’ve had to turn them down. I’m not going to go to a party where I know I can’t lose my virginity. Even drunk guys won’t do me. I would just have to keep trying to lose weight, even though it’s become harder and harder.
I glanced at the clock in the kitchen. Only 8:40. I could get to work on time if I hurried. I grabbed an apple out of the fridge and raced out the door and into my car. My car was a real piece of shit, but ever since I’d gotten my job, I’d come to rely on it.
Unfortunately it had the bad habit of shitting out every once in a while. This was going to be one of those times. No matter how much I tried to start the stupid thing, it wouldn’t. I slammed my hands into the steering wheel, pissed off.
In the four months I’d been working, I’d already been late three times. My boss told me that if I was late another time I would either get demoted or even fired. I was pretty much fucked now, and I knew it.
I tried starting it one more time but of course it didn’t work. I heard a car door slam and glanced out the rearview mirror. I noticed someone approaching my car. My heart started to pound. I didn’t know anyone who lived here except for Shana. It was only me and this other car in this parking lot.
Looking back on it, you could say I overreacted just a little bit. But I wasn’t used to people randomly approaching me or my car. I always read stories about people getting dragged out of their car and having it stolen, or people killing people in their own cars. And it didn’t help that I didn’t live in the best neighborhood in the world.
When I saw this person begin to approach my car, I slid down in my seat. I hoped he didn’t notice me, but I knew that wouldn’t be the case. My car was parked in a corner, so I knew he had to be coming for me. I frantically looked around for something to use as a weapon in case he tried to attack me.
All I came up with was a little magazine. I rolled it up and prepared myself to beat him over the head with it if I had to. I saw a shadow pass across the window as I realized he was looking in my car. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!
He knocked on the window.
“What do you want?” I squeaked, terrified.
“I just wondered if you needed any help getting your car started. You looked like you were having some difficulty.”
I sat up and looked out the window. Oh fuck me. The guy peering through my window was literally one of the most drop-dead gorgeous guys I’d ever seen. Holy fucking shit. He stepped back as I opened the door and got out of the car to get a better look at him.
He had a face that looked as though it was carved by angels. His gorgeous blue eyes sparkled as he smiled at me, revealing perfect teeth. His cute dimples made me want to grab him by the head and attack him with my mouth. In that moment, I wanted him more than anything in the world.
I caught myself staring and turned back to my car, blushing.
“So do you need help with this thing? I noticed you didn’t look to happy.”
“Were you peeking through my car window or something?” I demanded, annoyed.
He shook his head.
“Nah, I was walking out of my apartment and saw you try to start the car and then try to kill your windshield,” he said, grinning.
I blushed again. Terrific.
“Oh. Well yeah, I am having trouble. The stupid thing won’t start.”
“Well, let me take a look.”
He opened the hood and tinkered around with some things. After a minute or two he slammed it shut and nodded at me.
“Try it now.”
I got in the car and tried starting it again. No luck.
“Thanks for trying, but I really need to get to work. I’ll just take the bus or something. Can I use your phone to call my boss?”
“Sure, but I’d be happy to give you a lift if you want,” he said.
“Oh. Okay, sure. That would be great.”
He smiled and walked me to his car.
“So how far is it to your work?” he asked as we got into the car and pulled out of the parking lot.
“It’s off of Red Bug, in the big shopping plaza,” I said nervously. I swear to God this man had the sexiest voice.
“Ah I know where that is. What do you do?”
I couldn’t stand the questions. His voice was starting to make me moist. I tried to stare out the window to avoid looking at him. Looking at him was like looking at a brilliant white light.
“Uh I work in sales.”
He chuckled.
“So you’re a cashier, huh?”
Something about his tone sounded mocking to me. My meek embarrassment turned to annoyance once again. I turned my head to look at him, irritated.
“No. Actually, I’m a sales representative. I’m on the phone with people all day trying to sell them cool cell phones. I get shit for pay, my boss is an asshole, and it’s boring as hell, but it keeps me alive,” I blurted out. Goddamn me and my big mouth.
“Whoa, whoa, sorr
y. I didn’t mean to sound like a dick, I was just curious.”
“No, don’t apologize. Sometimes I overreact,” I mumbled, embarrassed yet again. I can’t remember the last time I blushed so much in less than an hour. I’d probably set a world record by now.
“How long have you been working there?” he asked.
“About six months now,” I replied.
“How come you haven’t asked for a better position or something? I mean, if you’ve worked there that long, it would make sense your boss would promote you to something better, right?”
I sighed.
“Well like I said, my boss is an asshole. The only times he’s ever even talked to me is when he’s reprimanding me or belittling me.”
Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut with this guy? I’d never even told Shana about my problems. There was something about this guy that seemed so natural. Even though I just met him, I felt as though I could open my heart out to him and he wouldn’t mind.
“Why does he belittle you?” I noticed a note of concern in his voice as we turned into the parking lot.
“Well, because I’m not like most of my co-workers. I’m a chubby girl. The only reason he hired me in the first place was because his slut of a secretary needed someone to make fun of. I got put next to her cubicle on the first day.”
We parked but I didn’t get out of the car. Once it got started, my mouth couldn’t shut up. “I’m 18 fucking years old and this bitch gets off by making fun of my weight each and every fucking day. But I have to put up with it because this is the only job I’ve ever had and I would never be able to find another one,” my voice shook as I spoke. I couldn’t stop the flood of tears cascading down my face as I realized how shitty my situation was.
What the fuck was wrong with me? I was never this vulnerable, even when I was by myself. I hated self-pity. But I couldn’t help it.
I thought of high school and how I threw my life away and ended up not going to college. I thought of all the people that made fun of me. I thought of my shit job and my asshole boss. Most off all, I thought about the fact that I would probably stay a virgin for the rest of my life.
I felt strong hands grasp my shoulders as I leaned my head into his chest, sobbing. I knew my life would probably stay the same forever. I would never be able to do what I wanted because I’d be stuck working a shit job.
When the tears finally stopped I looked up at him in pure humiliation.
“I’m really sorry about this,” I choked out, wiping my eyes on my shirt.
I looked up at him waiting for him to say something consoling. He just stared into my eyes with those gorgeous baby blues of his. Suddenly, he leaned towards me and brushed his lips against mine. It was just a quick brush, but I could feel my body tingling all over. I’d never been kissed before.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, sitting back as if nothing had happened. “I understand what it’s like to work in a shit job. And I want to help you.”
He pulled out a pen from his pocket, got a little slip of paper from the glove box, and wrote down a number.
“Here,” he said, handing it to me.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“That’s the number of my room in the apartment.”
I stared at him. It had completely slipped my mind that he lived in the same building I did.
“Okay, why did you give it to me?” I asked, confused.
“I have an idea to help you out with your situation. Come by later tonight after you get off of work. I promise I’ll do whatever I can to help.”
“Why do you want to help me though?” I asked, opening up the car door.
“Because I can sympathize with your job situation. And I like you,” he said, winking at me.
“I’m Tasha by the way,” I said.
“Blake,” he said smiling at me again.
I closed the door and watched as he drove away, thinking about what he could do to help me. I pocketed the piece of paper and went in to work, surprised I wasn’t late. The secretary made her usual jab at me as a sat down. Oddly enough, it didn’t bother me. All my thoughts were on Blake that day.
When work was over, I used the work phone to call Shana to pick me up. I couldn’t wait to tell her about Blake. I practically sprinted out of the building I was so fucking happy. On the way home I couldn’t shut up about him.
Shana was happy for me though.
“So you’re going to go over right away, aren’t you?” she asked, grinning.
“Um, I don’t know. I was going to wait a little bit actually.”
Shana shook her head as we pulled into the apartment parking lot.
“That’s a terrible idea. You need to get the fuck over there RIGHT AWAY. Don’t wait or he may lose interest or completely forget about you. Plus, like I’ve been telling you, you need to get out of this job as soon as possible. If he can help you, the sooner you may be able to get out of your job.”
I realized she was exactly right. We got out of the car and I went up to get changed.
“What do you think I should wear?” I asked as we stepped into our apartment.
“Just wear something casual. Jeans and a t-shirt. Don’t think of this first visit as sexual. Take it slow, unless he makes the first move.”
I went to my room and tried to find a pair of clothes that would actually make me look good. The only pair of jeans I had were very tight on me. I tried them on anyway. Shana helped me out a little with the makeup. She had a steady boyfriend so I figured she knew exactly what she was talking about.
We finished getting me ready in about an hour. I could feel my heart pounding as I looked at myself in the mirror. I decided to go with the tight jeans and a plain, white t-shirt. The t-shirt looked fine, but I was afraid the button on the jeans would pop out.
Shana thought I looked great though. I had a thin layer of lipstick on with eyeliner and everything. It had been a long time since I’d bothered to put makeup on, but Shana thought it would be a good idea.
“Good luck!” she said as I stepped out the door, the piece of paper with his room on it clutched in my hand. I glanced at it. Fortunately Blake’s room wasn’t far from ours. I only had to go down one flight of stairs so I wasn’t completely out of breath when I found his room.
My heart thudded louder than ever as I hesitated in front of his door. I really didn’t want to make an idiot out of myself. Suddenly I was afraid I looked too dressed up. I was afraid he was going to think I wanted to fuck him. What if he didn’t want to fuck? What if he wasn’t interested? Who the hell would want to be interested in me anyway?
These thoughts raced around my head, but it was too late to turn back now. I raised my hand and knocked on the door. A few seconds later it swung open.
“Hey, come on in,” said Blake, more gorgeous than ever. I stepped in nervously.
“Sit anywhere you want,” he said, closing the door behind me. I walked into his living room. It looked like a normal room with a TV in the corner and a couch. It looked like he lived alone. I sat down on the couch.
“You want something to drink?” he asked.
“Uh some water would be fine.”
Now that I was in here, I felt more nervous than I’d ever been. He handed me a glass of water and sat down next to me on the couch.
“Okay, so I have an idea for you,” he said, not wasting any time. “Right now you answer phones and sell people stuff over the phone, right?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“I’m really good friends with the manager of a company nearby. I talked to him over the phone about it and he said you could do the same thing you’re doing in your current job over at his company. You would get paid well, and there would be opportunities for raises, promotions, perks, everything you could want. You could even choose your own hours. All you would need to do is send him a résumé.”
I sat back in the couch. This guy had just changed my world. If I could get out of my job, I would be the happiest girl in the world.
“I-I’ve never made a résumé before though. Like I said, the only reason I got my other job was because the boss wanted his secretary to feel better by putting a chubby girl like me next to her. He didn’t even need a résumé from me.”
He smiled, flashing his incredibly perfect teeth.
“It just so happens I have experience making résumés. We could make one on my computer right now if you want.”
We got that done in maybe five minutes. I didn’t have much experience so there wasn’t much to put on there.
“Do you really think they’ll take me?” I asked, knowing this was too good to be true.
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