Full Figured 10

by Skyy

  I turned to the right and then to the left, examining my rolls and dimples, wondering whether Will would still be interested after seeing my nakedness. Would he still think I was beautiful?

  “You should join the gym,” I said to my reflection. “No. We should stop eating at the bakery.”

  I stood eyeing myself from head to toe, and then I snapped out of it. “You are who you are, Lynn. Yes, with rolls and dimples. If a man can have you as you are, that is the man you should be with.” With that, I moisturized my skin with my shea butter products. Took my time with my makeup and my hair. The hair angels were on my side that night, because my locks fell into place perfectly.

  I headed to Will’s place, smelling good and looking delicious. It was early, but my cat purred, and tonight I knew I’d open wide if he tried.

  I pulled in front of Will’s house, but before getting out of the car, I gave myself one last pep talk. “You are beautiful. You are sexy. You are gorgeous. This is not Chez.” I opened the car door, climbed out, and walked up the slate walkway. The landscaping was beautiful, and as I looked around, I realized that Will’s home was the prettiest one on the block. I mean, the neighbors had nice houses, but the stucco, pavers, flowers, and bushes at Will’s house, not to mention the red door, made quite a statement.

  “He really needs to help me spruce up my place,” I mumbled. I rang the bell. Seconds later he opened the door for me.

  “Wow. You look amazing. I mean, I’d rather take you out,” he said.

  I stood there, waiting for him to allow me to enter. “Thank you, Will. I know I’m a little overdressed.” I knew I had glammed up a little too much. I just wanted to look good for him.

  “No, you are perfect. Come on in.”

  I walked in, and his place was so beautifully decorated, my eyes darted from wall to wall. “You have a beautiful place.”

  “Thank you. You can have a seat. I got some greasy carryout, but I’m going to run up and change and take you to dinner.”

  “No. Will, I’m fine with whatever you ordered.”

  “Yes, but I’m not. I mean, you are stunning, and I have to take you out and show you off.”

  I laughed. I didn’t mean to.

  “What’s funny?”

  “Okay, okay, okay. Will, let’s just get real right now. I know I’m not ugly, but please don’t say things like that to me. I mean, I know I’m a big girl. I know I can stand to hit the gym, lay off the red velvet, and not indulge in cubed cheese every time I enjoy a glass of wine. So please, stop.” After my outburst, I realized I was acting like that insecure fat chick, which I didn’t want to be. Nervously I sat on the sofa, because I felt awkward standing there. I felt like a huge eyesore.

  “Wait, baby. Lynn, baby.” He chuckled. “I happen to like what I see. I’m feeling you, and you are sexy. You are beautiful, and I know you’re not slim or in a size five, but, baby, you look sexy as hell to me. People like what they like, and I happen to like women who are full figured. I don’t have a problems with guts, rolls, stretch marks, or dimples. There is no perfect woman out there. She could be fit but could have an ugly attitude, slim but can’t carry on a conversation. You are beautiful to me, Lynn. I’m not feeding you no lines. I am interested in you.”

  He came closer to me and reached for me. He pulled me up from the sofa. “I want all of you,” he said before pushing his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues did the tangle, and my spot moistened. I wanted to disrobe and beg him to have me, but I kept it together.

  Pulling away, I said, “I’m not insecure, Will. I know I’m beautiful. I love me, but men, people, look at plus-size women and see fat. They don’t admire our beautiful features or even allow themselves to get to know us. They just often judge and look at us, me . . . like I’m disgusting.”

  I went on. “After the weight, Chez stop coming into my bed. He’d never say it or admit it, but I knew. I used to be on his arm at company events, and he’d drag me to a sports event and hold my hand in public.” I looked down. I didn’t want to visit Chez Lane.

  “Listen, Chez was an idiot. Look at you, Lynn. I’m glad he’s already shown you what half of a man is like. That makes my job of showing you what a real man is like even easier. Real men love women and can be with a woman regardless of her size. I mean, we all have our tastes, standards, and preferences. There is absolutely nothing wrong with having a preference, but you can’t know what you don’t like unless you’ve tried it. I’m not Chez, Lynn, and now, as sexy as you look, I want to take you out. I want everyone to see the beautiful woman who agreed to accompany me to dinner tonight.”

  I looked down, but his words were warm, and they penetrated me. “Well, go and change. I want everyone to see the sexy man whom I let take me out for dinner tonight.”

  “That’s my girl. Have a seat. I’ll get you a glass of wine. Remotes are here. You can turn on the tube, listen to music, whatever you’d like.” He was off and back in a flash with a chilled glass of white.

  I gladly accepted, and then he gave me a reassuring kiss. Wanting to do more to him than kiss, I pulled away.

  “You should go get dressed.”

  “Yes, I should.”

  I watched him back away and disappear behind a wall, beyond which, I assumed, was a staircase leading to the upstairs. I sipped and reached for one of the remotes. It took me only a few moments to figure out how to get to the music channels on his paid programming. I was familiar with Direct TV, because I, too, was a subscriber, so it was easy to get to the channel I normally listened to. After I pressed a few more buttons, sounds floated out of his speakers, and I smiled at myself for figuring out his system without asking.

  I finished my glass of wine and headed into the kitchen to pour another. His floor plan was open, so I had eyed him when he fixed my first glass. As I went, I took a closer look at his place, admiring the details and the craftsmanship of the space, and I wondered if it was original and had been refinished or if he had added the details himself.

  As I ran my hand over the wood of a built-in, he cleared his throat.

  “Your place is amazing. Is this original?”

  “Nah. Everything is new. This was my mom’s house, and when she died, I moved in and gutted the entire house myself. It took almost three years, but every spare moment of my time went into this place.”

  “You rehabbed this place alone?”

  “For the most part, yes. Some things, like the beams in the ceiling, the plumbing, and some electrical work, I had friends do, but for the most part, everything, including the paint, was all me.”

  “Well, you have impeccable taste. I mean, everything just matches so well.”

  “Thanks. My mom was an interior designer. She married my stepdad when I was ten. He owned the construction company I own now. They met on a job.” He smiled as he thought back. “I was a terrible kid, was in and out of trouble, but Ray still tried to take me under his wing. When I was still enough to listen, he taught me the business. When I got some act right in me, I had already been in and out of juvie and had caused a lot of tears to my moms and Ray, but they still didn’t give up on me.”

  “Wow. You don’t seem like the type to have had a rough childhood.”

  “Well, I did. When my pops died, I was mad at the world. Didn’t listen, started skipping school, but by the grace of God, I got it together. I went back to school at eighteen, got my GED, got my contractor’s license, and was on the straight and narrow, until . . .” He paused.

  “What?” I asked. I wanted him to finish what he was saying.

  “I . . . I . . . I . . . ,” he stuttered. “Listen, I have to be honest. I went to prison for two years.”

  My heart stopped. He was an ex-con. “Prison!” My eyes widened. “What’d you do?”

  “I drove a car from a robbery. I was out with a few friends. Didn’t know they had robbed the store, and the clerk had written down my plates. A few hours later, the cops were at our door, and I was under arrest. Of course, no one believed that I
had had no idea Fred and Donte had robbed the joint, so I got five years. Was paroled, and now I’m here. No more parole, but I have a record.”

  “Wow,” I said, shocked. The man standing before me was no criminal—at least I felt he wasn’t—so I didn’t run. I walked over to him.

  “I’m glad you told me.”

  “I planned to tell you, but I didn’t think it would be this soon.”

  “Well, I’m glad. I mean, it’s easier to move forward with the facts.”

  “True. I can assure you that that is all in my past. I’m a man, not the boy I was when I made horrible decisions and allowed the wrong people to be in my circle.”

  “I’m sure. You’ve change for the better, as far as I can tell.”

  “I have.” He smiled.

  “Are there any other secrets?”

  “No, but I do have allergies to pet hair.”

  I laughed. “Well, my place is pet free.”

  We laughed, and then he pulled me into his arms. “You are the most interesting woman I’ve met in a very long time. I mean, I don’t know where this is going, but I hope we go far.”

  “You know that already?”

  “It doesn’t take long to know that someone makes you feel good, and you make me feel good, and I really enjoy spending time with you.” He kissed me.

  “I enjoy spending time with you too.”

  He covered my lips with his, his tongue found its way to mine, and we did the tangle. My nipples harden, and my spot tingled, and I wanted more than a kiss from Will.

  When his kiss ran down my neck, I didn’t stop him. I let him continue to tease me with his lips and tongue. All the while, he caressed my back and palmed my ass.

  “Aren’t you hungry?” I panted.

  “For you,” he returned.

  “What are you saying?” I wanted to be clear about what he wanted.

  “I want to taste you, and then I promise I will take you to dinner.”

  “Okay,” I agreed quickly. I was horny as hell, so he didn’t have to do a lot of convincing.

  I followed him up to his bedroom, and we undressed so fast, I figured we didn’t want the other to back out.

  “Lie down,” he whispered.

  I climbed onto his bed, and he started with my lips and kissed me all the way down to my soft spot. It throbbed and ached to be touched, licked, and sucked, something that hadn’t happened in ages.

  “Aahhh,” I moaned as soon as his lips touched my lower set of lips. My clit was already swollen. I was longing for him to suck on my bulb.

  “Open up, baby,” he said, and I opened wider for him. I felt a soft, warm breeze as he blew on me. I moaned louder when he went in on me. I gripped the comforter as his tongue gently caressed my enlarged clit. His tongue was soft and gentle, so I grabbed his head to press his tongue against my body, and he then licked harder and sucked on my lips and then gently sucked my clit. I guess he knew that the lighter was better there, because he pleased my center better than anyone had before him.

  I massaged my own breasts with my free hand, because I refused to stop touching his head. I rubbed it, massaged it, and pushed him in closer when I wanted him to do it harder.

  Pinching my nipples, I could no longer contain myself. I exploded, and I felt my opening contracting. I felt my love juices run down my center, and I knew that I had left a wet spot on his sheets.

  “Oh, baby. Oh, baby,” I whispered, out of breath. “That was so good, baby. So good.”

  He stood, and the sight of his erection made my eyes dance and my mouth water. I didn’t know how to ask him if I could suck his dick, so I decided to just do it. I slid off the bed and got in his face and kissed him. I tasted myself on his lips, and I tasted good. I smiled and kissed him down his chest and then went into a squat. I expected him to say, “No thanks,” but who in the hell was I kidding? I’d never met a man who didn’t want head.

  I stroked him softly before licking the tip, and then I went to work. I sucked and slurped, pulled and jerked, and let his moans and his body language cheer me on.

  Not long after the oral pleasure began, he said. “Wait, baby. I’m there.” He pulled back. I reached for him, and he tried to keep his erection from me, but I caressed his thighs and balls, he gave me control again. Two jerks later, I had his love juices on my breasts. He groaned until he was done and then leaned in and kissed me. “Baby, that felt so good. Damn!”

  “Glad you liked it.”

  “I did.” He reached for my hand. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up.”

  I followed him into an amazing master bathroom. He started the shower, and it was massive. We both got in.

  “Will, I’m in love with your house. I mean, this shower is, like, the size of my walk-in closet.”

  “Yes. I took space away from the spare room next door. It is now my office, with no closet. We’re in the old closet now.” He laughed.

  “Your work is incredible. I can’t wait to see what you do to my bakery.”

  “I have some ideas, but right now I only want to talk about you.” He embraced me from behind as the water hit our naked skin.

  “Oh, yeah?” I smiled.

  He kissed my neck. “Yes. I know that we had plans to go to dinner, and we still have time for that, but I can’t leave before I feel the inside of your walls.”

  “Nah. Um, you have to feed me first, baby. I mean, I thought I was coming for dinner. I mean, I had a snack before, but I want real food.”

  He laughed. “Okay, okay. But after dinner, will you come back to my place?”

  “Yes. We still have work to do. Don’t forget about the bakery business.”

  “I haven’t. We will get to that. I promise. Tonight just let me enjoy you.”

  “Okay.”

  I like him. I really like him!

  Chapter Six

  Lynn

  “Wake up, sleepyhead,” he said. I felt a soft kiss on my cheek, but I didn’t want to open my eyes.

  I was still on a high from the night we had shared together. Dinner, soft music, delicious wine, and the cherry on top, the lovemaking. Will had done things to my body that I’d never experienced before, and I guessed his line of work was the reason for his strength, because he’d lifted me up a few times with ease, tossing and turning my plump body. I’d seen strippers do that to big girls, but I’d never had anything like that done to me.

  I knew that if I moved, I’d be in agony. No way was my body not going to be sore after the night he’d given me.

  “Do I have to?” I whined.

  “Yes. I want to make sure you eat breakfast before you start your day.”

  “Baby, I don’t want to move.”

  “I’m sure, but I have a deadline, and you have to make sure your place is empty and ready to start the demo in a couple of days, so we have no time to waste, my love.”

  I opened my eyes after I heard that word. I knew he didn’t say, “I love you,” but I hadn’t heard that word coming from a man’s mouth in a very long time, so it was a foreign experience. I turned over to see him gazing at me.

  I smiled. “Okay. I’ll get up, but I hope you know how to make omelets, because I worked up an appetite last night.”

  “I do, and waffles and steak. Trust me, baby, I’m going to send you off right.”

  “So dick is also on the menu?”

  “If that’s what you want.” He kissed my forehead.

  I pulled him on top of me, and only the sheet separated our skin. “Yes, but I need to gargle.”

  “Yes, baby, you do,” he teased.

  I swatted his arm. I knew my breath might have been humming a funky tune. “Don’t move,” I playful instructed, wagging a finger at him.

  I moved from under his hard, warm body and headed into the bathroom. There on the granite vanity was a set of towels and a toothbrush. After relieving my bladder and doing a few nice wipes with the wipes he had on a little table near the throne, I did a finger test and decided I was okay for a round before a show
er.

  I snatched up the toothbrush, grabbed the Crest from his sink, and used the other sink to freshen my breath. I reached for the facecloth to get the crust out of my eyes and clean my face. Afterward, I fingered my hair. It was still cute, because his sheets were satin, so they hadn’t done much damage to my hairdo. Flat, but still cute. With my finger, I took a swipe of the ChapStick from the tube he had on the sink and rubbed it into my lips. Then I went back to bed and joined him, and after a minimal amount of foreplay, he was pleasuring my insides again.

  I was sore, but that didn’t stop me from allowing him to push my legs over my head. He pounded and pumped, pushed and pulled, and even though I was close, my core refused to allow me relief. I pushed him back a little and spread my legs to have access to my bulb, and he stroked my tunnel and I stroked my clit.

  “Yes, baby, yes,” I moaned.

  His eyes locked on mine, and when he grabbed my tits, I released. My body jerked and quivered, and I let out a loud sound of pleasure. It was good, so, so good, and I secretly wanted Will to be mine forever.

  “Damn, girl. You are going to kill me. Your body is amazing, and I want this every morning and every night.”

  “I’m willing to give it to you.”

  He collapsed on the side of me. “I’m going to need that in writing.”

  “Baby, I’ll sign anything. Hell, I’ll sign over my life for this every morning.”

  We were quiet. I could not believe I had said that.

  He broke the silence after a moment. “I like you, Lynn Bryant, and I am interested in you. I’d like for us to be exclusive. I mean, I know it’s early, but my gut tells me that you’re someone who I may not want to let get away.”

  “Listen to your gut, Mr. Daniels, because my gut is saying the same thing.”

  We smiled at each other and held each other’s gaze for what felt like ages.

  Will was the first to speak. “You lie here and let me shower, and then I’ll head down and make breakfast.”

  “Okay,” I agreed. I wanted to go back to sleep, but I knew I had to make moves that day and get some things done so that I wouldn’t be out of business for too long.