by Evita Patton
Repeatedly, he continued to flick his tongue, harder against my sensitive bud. It felt so good that I almost shed a tear. Suddenly, a violent eruption overcame me and I found myself grinding harder against his tongue. With a loud ecstatic cry, I summited my earth-shattering climax. My body trembled, as the waves of pleasures rushed through me, ushering my juices unto his waiting tongue.
Pulling his head from my inner thighs, Troy brought his gaze to meet mine. A satisfied look duelled in his eyes. Slowly he leaned in closer taking my lips once again with his. This time our kiss was even more passionate than before. I was so consumed by our kiss that I did not notice that he was undoing the buckles of his belt and unzipping his pants.
I gasped in shock, at the feel of a rock hard intrusion piercing though my restrictive slit. The pleasure that had once felt amazing was gone, and there was a pungent pain. I wanted him to stop, but I hated that I would seem like a coward for doing so, therefore I tried to suffocate my cries by covering my mouth a pillow. Biting into the cotton softness of the pillow, in an effort to bare the pain.
Troy was his usual mellow self, not bothered by my cringing. He was persistent and continued, stroking his massive shaft against the tightness of my pussy. Biting and gripping harder unto the pillow, I closed my eyes and tried to block off the intense pain. So this must be the pain of losing one’s virginity, I thought to myself. Hoping that the pain would wear off, I parted my legs further, giving Troy better access to my core. Perhaps this would make it less painful. How wrong was I! His shaft felt like a dagger, as he proceeded to stab me at my core, over and over again, until he finally buried himself within my slit.
“Holly Mother God!” I squealed, almost immediately, after his shaft was within me.
“It’s okay, you’re going to enjoy this soon,” he smiled, pulling away slowly.
“It hurts so much,” I whined, closing my eyes, from the embarrassment.
A warm feeling surged through me, as Troy’s lips hovered over mine. Locking lips with me, he began thrusting his erection, gently into my temple of delight. His tongue brought about a pleasing sensation that was felt between my inner thighs. The pain that once, pierced through my very core had now dissipated and was replaced by a delicious feeling. I could feel my juices slipping down unto his cock, as he penetrated my slit relentlessly.
His groaning grew louder, as he increased the momentum of his thrusting. Before long, we were both moving in unity, meeting each other’s thrusts half way. Our passion was raw and intense and was evident, by our loud moaning that seemed to fill the room.
Wave upon wave of pleasure washed through my entire being as Troy, plummeted into my invitingly warm moist pussy.
“Oh God Troy! Don’t stop, please,” I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“I promise I won’t,” he buried his shaft deeper within me, so deep that I could feel his long cock, beating against the walls of my pussy.
“Oh God - YES!” I cried out breathlessly, loosing myself in the moment.
I could feel my impending climax approaching at a rapid rate and it felt amazing. With a loud thunderous groan, Troy slammed himself, hard into me, pulling out immediately. His warm liquid squirted out almost immediately. Dollops of his semen, splattering all over my stomach as he jerked his shaft furiously.
As I tried to catch my breath, his finger made contact with my swollen bud, and soon enough, I let out a loud cry, releasing my juices against his finger. A smile touched his lips as I rose from the bed to step into the shower. My shower did not take long and before long, I was done. Just as I strutted across to my bedroom, I caught wind of Troy leaving. Why was he leaving so soon?
“You don’t have to leave just yet Troy,” I called out to him with a smile.
“No its okay, I don’t want to impose,” he replied, turning the doorknob. I could hardly believe it; would I have to beg him to stay? Ignoring my better judgement, I tried to coax him in to spending the rest of the evening with me. Sadly, he was not interested. In fact, he did not even seem attracted to me anymore. The fire and passion he had had in his eyes, was no longer there. Troy was distant and uninterested in anything I had to say. Feeling defeated and frustrated, I decided to let him be but first I had to ask the question that lurked upon my mind. Why was, he so strong willed about leaving, at this ungodly hour of the night? I needed to know the TRUTH.
The situation between us was becoming intense, in a negative way. “Why, just answer me why? Why is it so important to leave now? I thought we…”
Troy interrupted me mid-sentence. He was filled with rage and his voice, had now changed into a deeper angrier tone. “You thought we - what? Are you this naïve Bella? Listen sweetheart, you were nothing more than a one-night stand.” His voice was cold and emotionless.
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes and it took everything I had to restrain myself from weeping like a child. “Why are you so mean to me? I really liked you,” I sniffled, wiping the line of tears that was now slowly running down my cheeks.
“No, I’m being “honest” with you. If I was mean - I would tell you that, every once in a while I bang some random fat chick. You know, just for the thrill of it, make them feel good for a few hours – my contribution to society. But I don’t date fat chicks.” he stared me directly in the eye as he spoke.
Suddenly everything stopped and I felt a deep pit in the bottom of my stomach. A mixture of anger, hurt and disgust filled me and I wanted nothing more than to smack him right across the cheek. “You good for nothing bastard. Get out! Get out now!” I screamed at him, pointing to the door.
In all my life I had never felt such hurt, it was worse than that, it was like the ultimate betrayal. I had been so trusting of Troy, giving my body to him, willingly. Never did I imagine that, minutes later, I would be kicking him out of my apartment. As I slammed the door behind him, my body felt limp and I slumped down to the floor with my back to the door. I spent the rest of my night crying. How could I have left myself so exposed? I was definitely, done with ALL MEN. I would find my happiness, without a man. Perhaps age, does not bring about knowledge or wisdom, it just brings about a new year. Not everyone was meant to fall in love, maybe I was meant to leave a single life. I had to begin accepting my reality, a fact that had plagued my life, for as long as I could remember, I was bigger than most women were and many men were not attracted to that.
CHAPTER THREE
One week went by, then two, then three and soon months. Time did not seem to heal my wound. I was still very hurt and miserable over Troy’s actions. How can someone, a young educated professional be so cruel? I think his “truth” hurt me more than his actions. My night with Troy ended up being one of the worst nights of my life. When I had told Karen about what had happened, she was completely disgusted by him.
“I have a few friends who can teach him a lesson,” she had said with a mischievous grin on her face. However, I feared that whatever she would tell her friends to do to him, would get us both in serious trouble with the law. I could not picture myself behind bars.
We were having lunch recently, when the issue came up again. “NO Karen, I don’t want anyone one of your friends, taking care of him – period.” I spoke in stern voice, hoping to get through to her one final time.
“Okay fine. I just don’t want you to worry about that jerk Bella. You need to move on find some nice guy who’ll treat you right,” she had said in a kind motherly tone.
However as the days went by I was still very doleful over my experience with Troy. How could I ever trust another man? I have heard about people having one-night stands and flings, but I just never pictured myself to be one of those women. I always hoped that when I did become intimate with a man, the relationship would last, surely more than a whimsy night. I think what hurt the most, is that I always believed that my first time would have been special – a memory that I would never want to forget. Now it was quite the opposite, I longed to forget that dreadful night. On the other hand, m
aybe I was just being too emotional.
“I know exactly what will cheer you up,” Karen was overly excited about whatever she was going to suggest.
I shot her an unenthusiastic look, doubtful that she could make me feel better.
“Well, I remembered that you mentioned something about Cameron Steven.”
“Uh huh,” I replied, becoming slightly interested in what she had to say.
“He’ll be in Seattle for the weekend and I‘ve got tickets, we will go Bella. It will help clear your mind,” she informed me.
Cameron Steven was my favorite county singer, for years now; he was a handsome cowboy with the voice of an angel. I had been trying to get a ticket to one of his shows, for a long time. However, his tickets were always sold out and overly priced. Therefore, going to a Cameron Steven concert had now become nothing short of a dream for me.
Karen had bought the tickets months ago, with the intent of going with her boyfriend Jamie. Now it seemed like the perfect gift to help make me feel better.
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Friday evening came soon and as we stepped out of the cab, we could hear the crowd chanting and calling for Cameron. As we pushed forward through the hyped crowd, I could feel my own excitement building up. Finally, I was forgetting about Troy.
Standing, on the tip of my toe, I peered onwards hoping to get a glimpse of, Cameron. I chanted all the lyrics to my favorite songs.
I looked on with admiration, as the Cameron commanded the crowd’s attention. He was just as handsome in person, as he was in the posters that hang on the walls of my room. Cameron had a rugged attractive look about him. Beneath his cowboy hat, his silky blonde hair followed down to his shoulders and his eyes sparkled with passion and love for what he was doing. He was such a good-looking man, that I longed to just be near him, if not for a minute then for a spilt second. I wondered what he smelt like. Did he smell like Armani Code? According to his Vogue interview, that was his favorite cologne.
Half way during the show, the music stopped and Cameron announced that there was one special woman amongst the crowd. Everyone listened in closely, as he continued. “So give it up for Miss Bella Armstrong!” he clapped as the crowd cheered anxiously.
I stood there with a puzzled, curious look on my face; sure enough, that was my name. However, I did not understand how he knew my name. Perhaps, there was another Bella Armstrong somewhere in the crowd, with a perfectly slender body and long silky blonde hair.
“He’s talking to you, Bella,” Karen voice interrupted my thoughts.
“Did you have something to do with this?” I asked in shock.
“Just - get on that stage girl,” She shrugged off my question, giving me a gentle push forward.
The crowd suddenly parted giving me a clear path, as I slowly made my way to the stage. Two huge, well-dressed men ushered me on stage.
My heart was now pounding and I feared that I would slip and fall while making my way across the stage. However, the warm smile on Cameron’s face made it all worth it. His eyes sparkled with excitement and energy as he took my hand in his, pulling me in closer to him. The hug was amazing. I loved everything about Cameron, even his wealthy, manly scent. He was my idol. “Happy Belated Birthday,” he whispered as we ended our hug.
I did feel slightly embarrassed my birthday had gone by months prior to the concert. However, I said nothing. Instead, I basked in the wonderful moment.
The crowd erupted with “ooohs and ahhhs” as he planted a soft kiss upon my cheek.
Blushing like a silly teenager, I found myself basking in the beauty of the moment.
“Seattle, on the count of three, lets wish Bella - A Happy Birthday!” he screamed clapping his hands while counting. “One, Two, Three!”
“Happy Birthday!” The voices all shouted in unity.
I blew them a kiss, turning to Cameron to thank him. “It’s no problem sweetheart. Anything for my Number One fan,” he chuckled. Once again, he planted a soft kiss upon me, this time on the back of my hand.
The crowd went wild. “Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!” they shouted, desperate to see us lock lips. I stood there in amazement, secretly hoping that he would kiss me.
My breath hitched in my throat and time seemed to stop as Cameron brought his lips to mine. His lips met mine, our tongues danced together in sweet ecstatic bliss. To my delight, our kiss lasted longer than I’d expected and like a princess in a fairy tale, I realized that my foot had automatically elevated off the floor, behind me. As we pulled away slowly, our gazes met and an instant, flame was a lit between us.
There was a huge round of applause, as I strutted across the stage, making my way back into the crowd. I feared that my knees would give way beneath me, from the giddy little feeling that now swept through my being.
“Thank you,” I smiled over at Karen, who was very pleased by the way, things had turned out.
“You’re welcome and there’s more to come,” She hinted.
“What do you mean?”
“I got you a back stage pass,” she said with much excitement.
“OH MY GOD!” were the only words that left my lips. Karen had really out done herself. I was beyond thankful to her.
After the show, she accompanied me back stage, where we met Cameron Steven’s himself. He was just as sweet off stage, as he had been during the show. Although I was having a lovely evening, I could not help but notice all the other more attractive, younger women who were also backstage. All of them seemed to desperately yearning Cameron’s attention. What was I even thinking? Here I was at thirty, bigger than all the other women around, behaving like a groupie.
As I got ready to leave, I could see Cameron in the corner of my eyes, approaching me. “Wait! Where are you going?” he asked taking hold of my hand an effort to prevent me from taking another step.
There was a brief moment of silence between us, before I informed him that I was leaving. “Don’t leave just yet, I’d love to get to know you better,” he said with pleading eyes.
A critical look lurked upon my face as I tried to determine whether he was being genuine or not. Was he really trying to get to know me, or was he behaving like Troy, with the intent of having sex with me. In that moment, all the pent up feelings that I’d tried so desperately to overcome, returned and I felt nothing but distaste for this man. He was like Troy, a handsome man, who could have anyone woman he wanted. There was no way - he would truly want someone like me.
“NO! Let me go!” I yanked my hand away from his, much to his astonishment.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he closed in on the gap between us, upon realizing the hurt in my voice. “I don’t bite,” he teased.
“You men are all the same! You say you don’t bite, that’s right. But you hurt…You hurt poor, plus sized women like myself - with your sweet words, and your vicious actions. I‘m leaving now!” I shot him an angry look and turned away rushing off to find, Karen.
I could tell that he was coming right behind me and it only made me hastened my steps.
“Karen, for Christ sake do something…I really like this girl,” I stopped suddenly, turning my attention to Cameron.
“You two know each other?” I asked curiously. As I stood there, awaiting his answer, everything was beginning to make sense now. Of course, they knew each other, the birthday wishes on the stage, the backstage pass.
“Yes, I know him,” Karen replied with a smile. “He’s a good guy, Bella.” She placed her hand on my shoulder, her attempt to get me to calm down.
“Just one date, I’m in town for a few days promoting our new album.” Cameron’s gaze caught mine as he spoke.
I took a minute to deliberate, giving Karen a weary look. “Fine one date, dinner and that’s it. I’m not putting out.” I said in stern voice, hoping to get my point across, to the both of them.
“I wouldn’t dream of anything more,” Cameron’s reply made me feel a little better, although I suspected that perhaps he was going to say anything I wanted to hear,
to get me to agree to go out with him.
After setting a time and place, we exchanged numbers, and I gave him my address so he could pick me up the following evening.
CHAPTER FOUR
I could hardly believe that Cameron and I had been having dinner together for the past three nights. Tonight was his last night in Seattle and he’d invited me back to his hotel room after a sumptuous meal and great conversation. Feeling overly cautious, I vowed that I would not be intimate with him. My experience with Troy had scared me and although I wanted to believe that Cameron was different, I had to be careful.
His suite was grand and exquisite. The plush white leather sofa was extra comfortable and the décor made the room very elegant yet comfortable.
“Red wine?” Cameron offered, holding the expensive bottle of wine one hand, while the other held the two wine glasses.
I was no alcoholic but from time to time, I would often enjoy a glass of red wine. Therefore, I accepted his drink. As I brought the glass to my lips, his eyes seemed to follow my every movement.
“What? Stop giving me that look,” I chuckled whimsically.
“I can’t stop watching. You’re gorgeous,” he admitted with a soft smile.
Shifting uncomfortably, I found myself wanting to leave. I did not want this evening to become, a regretful one. Images of my night with Troy resurfaced in my mind. The words, he’d said. I was undesirable, fat, ugly. The feeling of deep-seated hurt mixed with anger that I had tried to overcome, had returned. All men were the same Cameron was no different from Troy. “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing with me, but I’m onto you…You hear me.” I immediately rose to my feet, turning my attention to the door.
“Why are you like this? Why do you put up this wall?”
I did not answer him; instead, I continued pacing towards the front door.