Fearless - A Big Girls & Bad Boys Romance

by Cameron, D. H.

  “Look, if he did it and now he can’t handle it, that’s on him and acting like a child about it isn’t going to accomplish much. Besides, if that’s how he’s going to be maybe he’s not worth it,” Sarah told me harshly. I wasn’t sure what to say. She was right.

  “I just...,” I began to say.

  “You just what?” she asked.

  “He is worth it, Sarah. I’m...I’m falling for him...hard, Sarah,” I admitted. I cared for Jack and he knew that but it was deeper than that. I hadn’t said as much, even to myself until that moment.

  “Have you told him you’re falling in love with him?” she asked actually saying the word.

  “No. Not in so many words. He knows I care,” I replied.

  “Maybe you should tell him. That doesn’t make his behavior OK. He still shouldn’t have walked out on you and left you wondering,” Sarah said. I couldn’t argue with that either. Sometimes you just wanted to wallow a while but Sarah wouldn’t let me. She was right, though. Jack was being a jerk and if he didn’t want to share me, he should have said so. I had every right to want to do it but he should have told me how he really felt. I would have chosen Jack but he never gave me the chance.

  “I’d have to be able to get a hold of him first,” I told her. I still wasn’t sure the threesome was the problem but what else could it be? I suppose it could be something else but then why was Jack acting the way he was? Who was I kidding? The timing left little doubt about what was bothering Jack. I didn’t know exactly what about that fateful night was so upsetting but what else could it be?

  “My advice is to give him and yourself a few days then go over to his house and hash it out. He’s got to go home eventually, right?” Sarah told me.

  “I suppose. Assuming he didn’t hitch up his Airstream and just go away,” I replied only half-jokingly.

  “That’s what you get for going out with a guy who owns a house on wheels,” Sarah told me. I smiled at that.

  “There’s the smile that brightens the room,” she said. Sarah might not have been what I always imagined I’d want in a best friend, but I couldn’t imagine a better one.

  “You’re the best. So what happened to you last night?” I asked. Sarah was conspicuously under dressed. She had a on a pretty dress with a full pleated skirt, pantyhose and heels but her clothes weren’t as flamboyant as usual. Well, I assumed she was wearing pantyhose. I found out a moment later she wasn’t. Sarah stood, gathered her dress and pulled it up above her waist.

  “That happened,” she told me. I leaned forward. Sarah usually wore pantyhose out in public. They made her legs look smoother and helped hide her fairly big secret. But today, she was in a garter belt and stockings. She wasn’t wearing panties either but instead she wore some kind of clear plastic thing on her penis.

  “What is that?” I asked. It looked painful.

  “A chastity device,” she told me. I looked up at her.

  “What? Like so you can’t have sex?” I wondered. Why would she want to wear that?

  “Yeah and Kat holds the key,” she told me before letting her dress fall and sitting down again. “She’s amazing. I mean she’s beautiful and sexy but it’s more than that. She knows what a girl like me needs,” Sarah went on.

  “And what does a girl like you need?” I asked and wondering if I really wanted to know.

  “Discipline. I know you’re not in the best of moods but I need to tell someone. She tied me up and then did things to me. Oh my God, Brandy. She made me feel like...like a woman,” Sarah said. That confused me even more.

  “I know I’m going to regret this but how?” I wondered, curious now what Kat could do to Sarah to get her so excited.

  “She took control, Brandy. She dominated me in ways I didn’t even know I needed. She took me like a woman and then teased me for hours,” Sarah gushed. I was happy she was happy but a bit confused.

  “Teased you? Took you like a woman?” I asked, her answers leading to even more questions.

  “She had a strap on, a big one. She used it on me. Then she tied me down and teased me. She...she got me close and wouldn’t let me...you know,” Sarah told me suddenly blushing.

  “She didn’t let you have an orgasm?” I asked, suddenly intrigued.

  “No and she won’t for a while,” Sarah replied.

  “That’s sounds awful,” I told her.

  “I assure you, I need it. I like feeling the way she makes me feel. I like her taking control and denying me. By the end, I was sobbing and begging her to let me come but she didn’t and I’m glad for it. I’m a big sissy, I thought you knew that?” she replied smiling broadly. I giggled. And then I wondered something. I slid off my chair and knelt between her legs. I ran my hands up her legs and under her dress. “What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly. I didn’t answer.

  I pushed her dress up to her waist and then straddled her thigh. My hand found the plastic cage and I discovered her balls were exposed even though her shaft wasn’t. I began to fondle her and Sarah sighed nervously. I pressed close and blew in her ear. Sarah whimpered in frustration. “Stop it,” she urged me.

  “Why, you don’t want to play?” I asked.

  “Brandy!” she admonished me. I laughed and climbed off of her. She frowned. “You’re a bitch!” she told me but she was smiling and now I could see Sarah was testing the limits of the odd device she wore.

  “Guilty as charged. Hey, if you like this I’m happy for you. Not sure I understand it but...,” I told her.

  “You seem to understand it well enough,” she shot back.

  “Oh no, I get why Kat enjoys it. It’s what you get out of this that I don’t get,” I told her.

  “Don’t you like it when...,” she began to say but stopped.

  “Yes, I like it when Jack takes control. You know that,” I told her understanding why she didn’t continue.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bring him up,” she apologized.

  “It’s OK,” I assured her.

  “Well, you understand what I get out of this. I get to give in and let Kat take over,” she told me.

  “Maybe I do understand...sort of,” I said and smiled. Sarah stood up, I joined her and we hugged. Even if I had done something to lose Jack, at least I had Sarah. I reached down and fondled her through the dress. She pushed me away.

  “Knock that off. I’m sorry I showed you now,” she said playfully. I giggled again.

  “You want to hang out and watch movies or something?” I asked.

  “Yes, please! I need something to take my mind off this,” she told me pointing at her crotch.

  “Why, I thought you liked it?” I asked.

  “I do but that doesn’t mean I’m not horny as hell,” she said. I laughed at her. Sarah was rather unique but she was my best friend. She liked me for who I was and I liked her for who she was. She walked over to the box the bagels came in and pulled out a baggie of green leaves and a pipe. “I was hoping this might help take the edge off,” she told me.

  “You can’t smoke that here...unless you plan to share,” I told her. She grinned.

  “Of course,” she told me.

  “Sweet! Too bad you’re wearing that thing. Giving blow jobs always helps take the edge off for me,” I said with a straight face.

  “I hate you,” Sarah replied and I laughed hysterically but she joined me after a moment.

  “I’m going to have to thank Kat. This is fun,” I told my best friend and she just shook her head, went to the sofa and began getting her pipe ready for us. I joined her after putting in a movie. I was still upset about Jack and the situation we found ourselves in but Sarah helped me feel better. I was happy for her and glad she was my friend.

  >>O<<

  “Stop playing with it!” Sarah demanded. I glared at her.

  “Why, does it bother you?” I asked.

  “It’s annoying,” she replied. I tapped my nails on her pipe even louder and she snatched it out of my hand.

  “You’re a child,” s
he said. I burst out laughing and Sarah joined me. The movie was over and now the title screen looped over and over again and had been doing so for at least half an hour.

  “Yes, I am,” I replied after I finished laughing and then started giggling again. Sarah smirked and then giggled right along with me. “I am so high right now and hungry too. Are there more bagels?” I asked.

  “I bought a dozen,” she said.

  “A baker’s dozen?” I asked and even though it wasn’t funny we thought it was. We howled at that, laughing until my stomach hurt and my eyes watered. When I had composed myself, I went to the kitchen, grabbed a bagel and smothered it with cream cheese. I ate it standing right there in the kitchen and boy did it taste good. “This bagel is fucking amazing,” I said with my mouth full.

  “Bring the box. I’m too lazy to get up,” Sarah said and we both began giggling again. I joined her on the sofa and she attacked the bagels with a vengeance. She spread cream cheese on one and began stuffing it into her mouth. Only then did she decide to talk.

  “Wha ur you goa do abu Ja?” she asked incomprehensibly.

  “What?” I replied. Sarah chewed what was in her mouth and swallowed.

  “What are you going to do about Jack?” she restated.

  “Oh. I don’t know. Kick his ass maybe,” I said and the giggling began again.

  “No, be serious. You guys are awesome. You need to be together,” Sarah told me, kind of gushing now.

  “I don’t know,” I replied honestly.

  “You know what I think you should do?” Sarah asked after another bite.

  “No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me anyway,” I told her dismissively but I was just being a smart ass. Sarah began laughing again and I joined in.

  “Stop it! Be serious,” she told me. I composed myself but then we started laughing again. We both got it out and finally Sarah was able to continue. “You should get all slutted up, go over there and tell him to stop being such a bitch and fuck your brains out,” she said.

  “Maybe I should do that but put one of those things on his dick,” I said. Sarah just glared at me.

  “Will it fit?” she asked. That made me giggle again.

  “Yours did,” I countered.

  “I’m not as big as your boyfriend,” Sarah reminded me.

  “True. He’s like this,” I declared and held up my forearm and fist. Sarah bent over in laughter at that. “What? He is,” I argued.

  “That’s just funny. I’m serious though. Go over there and show him what he’s missing,” she told me.

  “Will you help me?” I asked.

  “That’s what got you in trouble in the first place,” Sarah accused in all seriousness. She knew that’s not what I meant.

  “Don’t be an idiot. I meant help me pick out something to wear. I wonder if I should wait until the weekend or do it one night this week?” I mused.

  “Well why not now?” Sarah said.

  “Now? It’s late. I’ve got work tomorrow,” I complained.

  “It’s not late. It’s barely one o’clock,” she told me. I stretched my neck and looked at the clock on the microwave in my kitchen, squinting to read it.

  “It is! It feels like ten at night,” I told her.

  “The sun’s still up. What are you stupid? How could it be ten at night?” she asked but I ignored her.

  “I don’t know, Sarah. I’m kind of fucked up,” I explained. She shook her head and rolled her eyes.

  “Rookie!” she accused.

  “Like you’re not fucked up,” I replied.

  “No argument there. I’m a hot mess,” she replied.

  “You just want to go see Kat and get teased again,” I told her.

  “You bet your sexy fat ass, baby,” Sarah told me and we both laughed but with a bit more control this time.

  “Fine, you big sissy. Help me get ready and then you can go over and submit to your girlfriend, you fucking deviant,” I told her.

  “You talked me in to it. Let’s go get you all slutted up,” Sarah said as she tried to get up but fell back down laughing. I offered her my hand.

  “You’re taking a cab home, right?” I asked.

  “Oh yeah!” she replied and I helped Sarah to her feet and we went to my bedroom to get me dressed up. I hoped this would work. If Jack was mad or hurt, I’d hope he’d accept an apology and that a little kinky sex would help grease the skids. If it was something else, maybe I could cheer him up instead. I just hoped he wouldn’t shut me out like he had the night before. Sarah was right. If this was how he was going act, it wasn’t worth it despite how I felt. I hoped, however, it was worth it but I wasn’t giving up on him without a fight.

  >>O<<

  I hope everything works out for the best,” Sarah told me. I stood there looking like I don’t know what. I was like half prostitute half schoolgirl. My hair was in pigtails save the red streak. My eye makeup was dark and heavy but my lips were a dark pink as were my cheeks. I wore a white blouse that was way too tight, something I’d ordered online and never returned. My skirt was a red pleated thing and under that I wore white cotton panties and a white garter belt with white stockings with a pair of black spike-heeled pumps. I looked like a complete slut. I liked it.

  “You think this will work?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. In any case, you’ll probably get laid,” she said and winked. I laughed but not uncontrollably like before. I was a bit sleepy but nervous and excited too.

  “Are you going to call a cab?” I asked.

  “No, I feel normal enough. You should though,” she said.

  “Why? I’m good,” I replied.

  “If you don’t drive, he can’t turn you away now can he?” Sarah said. I nodded.

  “Good point. He’ll have to talk to me,” I said. I hoped I was right. “Why don’t you just drop me off?” I proposed.

  “Oh, that’ll work,” she replied. I grabbed my keys and phone and we were off. It really wasn’t that far to Jack’s place on the freeways, maybe fifteen minutes at the most and it was Sunday after all. I had Sarah drop me off at the gate of the trailer park so Jack wouldn’t see me until he answered the door. Maybe I was being silly but it couldn’t hurt to surprise him so he didn’t have a chance to run away. She pulled over and before I got out she reminded me of what she told me earlier.

  “Are you sure I should call him that?” I asked again.

  “Positive, Brandy. Just do it,” she said. I promised I would. We wished each other good luck and I watched Sarah drive away. No one was about as I walked past the other mobile homes towards the back of the park where Jack lived. I’m sure if they saw me they’d assume that the biker down the way ordered a hooker.

  Those fucking butterflies were going nuts in my tummy. So much so that throwing up actually sounded good. I admitted to Sarah and myself what I hadn’t before. I was falling in love with Jack. I don’t know why. He wasn’t the kind of guy I ever imagined falling in love with but I was. He was the kind of man every girl would love to go to bed with. So sexy and manly, so fucking good looking. Sometimes in my weaker moments I wondered what a guy like Jack wanted with a girl like me.

  But he was so much more than that. He was protective and kind, tender and loving. He was a my best friend, Sarah notwithstanding, and I looked forward to being with him whether that meant a few drinks sitting in front of his Airstream, a night out at Hogs and Heifers getting fucked up or some wild biker sex and cuddling afterwards. He was everything I wanted in a man and I understood that now. I had to fix this. I had to get him to open up to me and talk. As much fun as the threesome was, it paled in comparison to what we shared.

  I felt a buzzing and looked down. I pulled my phone out of my stocking top and looked to see who it was. It was Jack. “Hey, what’s up?” I answered and looked down the narrow road towards his Airstream.

  “Hey, doll. I...uh...can we talk?” he asked. That was a good sign. I could see his trailer in the distance and now I could see Jack sitting in one
of the chairs out in front of it. I kept walking towards the trailer but he didn’t notice me.

  “Yeah, sure,” I told him.

  “I’ll come get you, is that alright?” he asked. He still didn’t see me.

  “Look up,” I told him.

  “Huh?” he replied. I was so close I could have spit on him. Well maybe not but I was close enough so he could hear me now. I hung up the phone.

  “Look up!” I announced. Jack looked at his phone and then lifted his head. His eyes went wide as he saw me.

  “Where did you come from?” he asked, the confusion and amusement evident on his face.

  “Sarah dropped me off. I was coming to talk to you,” I said as I stood just a few feet from him. Jack’s eyes swept up and down my body and then came to rest staring into mine.

  “I’m sorry,” he said. That was nice but I still had no idea for what. Not really.

  “For what? I know you were acting like an ass but I don’t know why,” I answered. He chuckled.

  “You’re right. I’ve been a jerk, doll. Let’s go inside and talk,” he said. I didn’t want to punish Jack but I wanted to know why and I wanted to know now.

  “No, tell me right here and now,” I demanded. Jack looked away and then exhaled. He shifted in his chair uncomfortably. “Oh my God. Out with it! You’re a biker, a bad boy. You play the tough guy but you can’t tell me what’s the matter? Sarah’s the sissy, not you,” I admonished him but I wasn’t really angry. Jack looked at me and frowned.

  “I’m afraid, alright,” he told me. That surprised me.

  “Afraid of what?” I asked still standing there dressed up like a prostitute, hands on hips waiting for the real answer.

  “Of losing you, doll,” he said and looked down at his lap.

  “What?” I asked again. Losing me? He had a funny way of showing it. Jack stared up at me again.

  “That’s what I said. I was fine last weekend. I swear I was. Then something started eating at me. I wondered why you were so eager to hop into bed with Butch. I ignored it at first but it festered. Pretty soon I was sure I wasn’t enough, that you were going to disappear. I’d never felt like that before,” he said. I wasn’t sure what to think but at least I knew what the problem was and my suspicions were confirmed.