Silver and Bold

by Amber Burns

  He was so different from her. She liked his confidence and macho attitude, but it made her a little uneasy when she thought about what her friends or family would think if they knew she was dating a boxing coach with full sleeve tattoos. Nevertheless, she couldn’t deny that she liked him a lot. Anna just couldn’t figure out what exactly he would see in her. She was just your average slightly chubby girl, nothing special.

  But Redd did see something special in her. While he wasn’t sure why exactly she liked him, He knew he was madly, deeply in love with the curvy southern belle sitting in his passenger seat. He wanted her more than he had wanted any woman. He reaffirmed to himself that he was going to do anything that he could to make her love him, make her want to be with him, and especially, to treat her right.

  When he pulled up to her house, he politely asked if he could walk her to the door. She blushed and agreed.

  “I had a great time tonight,” he said.

  “Me too,” she responded with a smile.

  “I’d like to see you again soon.”

  “Me too!” she giggled, “Hey, I just had an idea… what are you doing tomorrow?”

  “I don’t know, hanging out with you?” he said suavely. She smiled and blushed.

  “Let’s go do something. Let’s go to a park or something,” she said, reaching for his hand as she leaned against the door.

  “That sounds fun. I’ll call you in the morning to figure out the details.”

  Before they said their goodbyes and parted ways, he leaned in for a kiss, taking her face and softly caressing her cheek in his hand as he pulled her towards him. His fingers lingered a few extra moments before they fell from her beautiful face.

  “Goodnight,” he said.

  When Redd turned and walked to his car, he could feel butterflies in his stomach. It was the same feeling of excitement and uneasiness that he knew well from the minutes before a match began. However instead of getting ready for a big fight, Redd was preparing to win over the love of his life.

  3

  Redd woke up at dawn, eager to spend the day with Anna, but knew better than to call as the sun rose. Eager for something to calm his mind, Redd found himself in his home gym, working off the excitement. In only his boxer briefs, the tough boxer worked his punching bag, idly sending it swaying with jabs and hooks as his mind wandered to thoughts of Anna. His thoughts drifted back to only hours before. He could feel her soft lips against his and her breath warming his bearded cheek. His fingers ached with need to feel Anna’s walls close around them. Slowly, the outline of Redd’s cock grew in his underwear. Though he craved the release, Redd ignored his swollen member, though his punching bag began to sway further with each punch as the testosterone and adrenalin built within the boxer’s body.

  A ringing phone pulled Redd from his workout and fantasy. Annabelle had gotten up early, too, and she called Redd just shy of 10. When Redd saw that it was her, he couldn’t help but smile, giddy that she was just as eager to see him as he was her.

  “Hello?” Redd answered the phone, trying to not sound too eager.

  “Hi there!” Anna beamed through the phone. “Do you wanna get brunch somewhere?”

  “That sounds great. I love brunch,” he said.

  He felt corny saying that, like he wasn’t the type of person who was supposed to love brunch, but he did. He also loved Anna, but “Sure, I love you,” was probably a bit too much a bit too fast. He wouldn’t have said it like that quite yet, but his feelings made him feel awkward on the phone.

  “Alright, I know a good place if you want to head over and pick me up again,” she said, laughing.

  “Ok. When do you think you’ll be ready?” he asked, wanting to make sure she didn’t feel too rushed.

  “Oh, I’m ready now. I’ve already showered and gotten dressed,” she answered.

  “Cool. I’ll see you in about twenty minutes. I was just working out and need to shower and change.”

  “Oh, ok,” Anna responded, a twinge of excitement from the image of Redd working out coloring her voice. “I’ll see you then.”

  Redd was use to taking quick showers at the gym and after matches. However with a pending meeting with Anna only minutes away, Redd was in and out before the water had a chance to get warm. Throwing on his clothes, Redd grabbed his keys and wallet before heading out the door. Before walking out he caught an imagine of himself in the mirror. Knowing he was going to meet his love, Redd spent a moment smoothing his hair back before nearly dashing to his car.

  When he arrived at Annabelle’s house she was already outside waiting for him. She slid gracefully into his car, warming it with her presence. She was wearing a simple sundress that showed off her plump curves and pushed up her round, ample breasts with a low V neckline. When she entered the car, she immediately swooped in for a kiss, as if they had been dating for months.

  She gave him directions to the small brunch place that she liked. As they ate, they touched their feet together, playing footsy under the table and smiling and giggling like they were kids in love.

  After brunch, they walked to a nearby park that she often visited. It was a Saturday, so there were kids running around, people walking their dogs, couples like them walking around while holding hands. They sat at a bench for a while, admiring the view before strolling around the path and looking at the greenery of the park, the green of the grass and the trees, the way that the flowers were blooming, holding hands all the while. Once their legs got tired, they sat at another bench, alternating between walking and sitting, talking about life.

  It had been a couple hours of being in the park. They had gotten caught up in conversation and were losing track of time, as it is so easy to do in the early stages of love. It was already almost four, nearly past afternoon, verging on evening.

  “What do you want to do?” Redd asked once they realized how much time had passed.

  “You know, I’m actually kind of hungry,” she said.

  “Yeah? I guess I am, too. What do you want to eat?”

  “Burgers sound good or something like that sounds good to me.”

  “Sounds good to me. I love burgers,” he said grinning.

  They made their way over to a burger place close-by. It was a 50s themed diners where the waiters and waitresses wear vintage type outfits and an old jukebox stood against a far wall. It was a bit corny, but it was also fun and novel. They sat down, admiring the décor.

  “Ooh, I want to play something on the jukebox,” she said getting up and scrounging for some change in her wallet. He reached towards his.

  “Do you have enough change?” he asked.

  “Yep, got it,” she said grinning with a handful of quarters.

  He got up and went over to the jukebox with her, wrapping his arm around her waist on the way over. They flipped through the various tracks, going over their options and telling stories and laughing about some of the songs that they knew on there. She talked about how when she was a kid she would always do the dance to the YMCA song, and he reminisced about how his grandpa would always play the Beach Boys in his truck wherever they went anywhere.

  They ended up choosing Brown-Eyed Girl. When it came on, he stretched his hand out to her, which she graciously accepted as she put her hand into his. Pulling her close to him, he put his other hand on her waist and began swaying with the music. She smiled, putting her hand on his shoulder as they danced together in the diner. They were the only ones dancing, but they were in love, so nothing else mattered to them. They leaned forward, touching their foreheads together as they danced with goofy smiles on their faces and looking into each other’s eyes.

  Once the song was about finished, they headed back to their table, sitting down and holding hands from across the table. The waiter walked up and took their drink orders. They ordered a milkshake to share along with their meals. When the food arrived, it barely took them out of their conversation. Nourishment was secondary to the experience of new lovers getting to know each other, sharing them
selves with another. They never had any awkward moments of silence, and they never ran out of things to talk about. After they finished their meals, they decided to go back to their bar for a drink or two.

  Rick, the bartender, smiled when they entered the bar. He could see that Redd, one of his favorite regulars, was falling in love. He always thought that Redd could use a nice lady in his life. The grizzled boxer always seemed lonely and in need of someone to share his life with. From what Rick had seen of Anna, she seemed like a nice girl; just what cupid ordered. She was always dolled up in a cute way, and he saw the way they looked at each other and laughed with each other.

  “Hello again, Redd-and-Anna,” he spoke as they walked in and approached the bar.

  “Hey there, Rick,” Redd greeted the barkeep.

  “How are you two doing today? You’ve sure been in here a lot lately,” he said with a chuckle.

  Redd grinned widely, wrapping his arm around Anna’s waist.

  “We’re doing just great, Rick,” Redd replied.

  “How about you? How are you doing darlin’?” Anna added.

  “Oh, I’m just great,” he said, adding, “It always brings me joy when I see couples like you two in my bar.”

  They smiled at each other. After getting their drinks, they giggled a little bit about Rick’s comment.

  They drank their usual drinks together- Dirty Shirley and whiskey sour. They were holding hands and touching each other as much as they could in public, but they both knew they wanted more. They were only at two drinks, tipsy enough to loosen them up, but not drunk.

  “You live close to here, right?” she said.

  “Yeah,” he said as Redd wondered what she had in mind.

  “Let’s go,” she said simply, jerking her head toward the door.

  With his arm still around her, she turned her head and leaned in towards his face. Their lips met with an electric shock that sent shivers down both of their spines.

  “Why do you even like me?” she said facetiously, smiling and tilting her head back, but she was only half joking.

  “Mmm…” he said, feigning contemplation. “Because you’re funny and sweet and smart and beautiful and I just think you’re the most wonderful thing to ever bless this earth,” he said, honestly meaning it.

  She gave him a small smile, as her eyes swelled with tears and as she kissed him with her soft lips.

  They made their way back to his car, holding each other’s hands. Her hands were soft and small. He felt like his hands were huge rough bricks of sandpaper in comparison to hers, but she didn’t seem to mind holding and caressing them. He opened the door to the car for her as he had before. They got into the car and shared a deep kiss before driving off, grinning with the anticipation of what was about to happen.

  4

  As they entered his apartment, she instantaneously wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him close to her as she kissed him gently. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling her softness and her gentle curves that were accentuated by her dress which was tight around her plump bosom and flared where her hips did the same. She lifted up her hands to his face and neck, which made him feel ways that he hadn’t felt in a long time. They were making out softly, but passionately. He closed the door by backing into it, maneuvering to lock it while getting practically mauled by this beautiful woman.

  Luckily, he didn’t have to resist his urges much longer. She moved her hands down from his neck, resting them for a moment on his muscular chest before moving down to put her hand so that it was pressing and rubbing her palm hard against his crotch, feeling the chubby girth. He was already half-hard before she began, but was getting firmer with every motion, not just because she was doing it well, but also because of how intense feelings for her. She could feel how thick it was in her hand and how it had now grown massive and firm in the space of a kiss.

  He took a deep breath and let escape a single rumbling moan, letting the moment wash over him while she unbuttoned his pants, slipping her hand down into them but still over his underwear. His cock was hard and she liked how it felt. She was horny and deeply attracted to him, though she didn’t understand why, or even why he was attracted to her. His mind wanted to wait, to make it special for her- to be different from the regular philandering guy he’d never really put much mind to deviating from, but his body felt otherwise. He had fingered her in the car, wanting to give her pleasure.

  Annabelle wanted him and his cock. His fingers had been satisfying, but she still wanted more. That moan had made her inner thighs humid. She knelt down, getting on her knees and pulling his pants and boxers down to reveal his cock. Unable to resist, he couldn’t help but groan again at the hotness of her getting down on her knees in front of him, ready to suck on his big hard cock. Listening to his moans, she smiled devilishly, her own clit now beginning to ache.

  She wrapped her hand around it, moving it back and forward. He was large and uncircumcised. She liked the way that his foreskin moved back and forth over the head of his cock, keeping in the sticky moisture from pre-cum so as to lubricate the area. As she moved her hand back to the base, she slid it into her mouth simultaneously so that it felt like one fluid movement to him. He gasped loudly as she got his dick wet with her mouth. She began slipping his cock in and out of her mouth slowly, letting her saliva coat the shaft so that he could slide easily in her mouth or hands… or pussy.

  He leaned back, and arched up, moaning, feeling his cock getting even harder. He could feel her sucking hard on the head of his cock, sucking it down to his base. Her lips were wrapped tightly around his cock, and her throat was even tighter when she allowed his thick cock to slip deep into it. Her chubby cheeks gave the experience an added sensation of soft grasping. She was astonishingly good at it, and he was already feeling close to shooting.

  He could feel every movement of her mouth, the way she was sucking hard on it, the way she was fluttering her tongue along his shaft and shoving his cock deeper and deeper until it reached the back of her throat and she began fucking it with her face, quickly bobbing her head back and forth before slowing back down. He liked the way she moved her lips along the head of his cock, sucking hard as if to suck the gooey seed out of him. But he didn’t want her to do that yet; he wanted to make love with her.

  Once she decided she was content with sucking him off, she looked up at him and he grabbed her by her forearms to lift her up to meet his face. However, she had something a little different in mind. She pulled him down with her and pushed him back so that he was laying on the soft carpet. She was eager and couldn’t wait another moment, even if it meant walking to the bedroom.

  He sighed breathless, “You know… you’re really good at that, don’t you?” She smiled mysteriously back at him.

  “Maybe, but you can tell me more,” she said, looking up cutely.

  “You are… soo… fucking… good at that,” he said between passionate kisses as her lips curved upward while they kissed. “I like how you suck hard on my cock, how tight your throat feels on my head…” If her mouth weren’t wrapped tightly around his cock, she would have smiled, but instead just started sucking him harder, and shoving his cock deep into her mouth. She knew she was good at it, a fact that she was very proud of.

  He pulled his head away and looked her up and down, ravenous eyes searching and appreciating every contour her voluptuous frame had to offer. She bit her lip while looking up at him with her long lashes and charming smile. He lingered for a moment, gazing and at last she crawled on top of him like a tiger, but stopped at his cock to suck on it for another quick moment and drop her head down fast so that her lips were touching his pubic mound. He arched his back, groaning as she did so, feeling the way she was flexing her throat muscles to massage the head of his cock. He could see the way that her back was arched so that her round, wide ass up in the air, and it made him even hornier than he already was.

  It surprised him how sexually aggressive she was. He loved it, but he wouldn’t have expecte
d it from her. She was so sweet and sheltered. She was such a good girl and he was such a bad boy. It surprised him that she was even interested in him, let alone actively sexually pursuing him. These thoughts passed in and out of his mind. Once she was satisfied again with her work reminding his cock of her mouth, she lifted her head up and crawled up his body so that she was close to his face. He lifted his head up from the ground to kiss her, but she pulled back at the last second, teasing him, before she gave him a hard and passionate kiss, nibbling on his lip.

  She lifted her dress up so that her pussy was rubbing against his cock as they grinded their hips together. He reached around her back and unzipped her dress. She smiled, lifting her body up so that she was straddling him before she pulled the dress up over her head to reveal a black bra and matching panties. She also leaned back and took her shoe by the heel, pulling it off and throwing it behind her, one shoe at a time. He thought that it was incredibly sexy the way that she was undressing, and he admired her body: the way her curves met each other so gracefully, the extra curves that she had, and the way that her bra pushed her breasts up ever so slightly so that they looked round and perfect.