Big Girls Rock 1 (BBW Erotic Romance)

by Danielle Houston

  "Wait," he followed me."

  “You might want to pay the bill first.” I pointed to our table and continued out the door. Nick reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. He tossed it carelessly on the table. That waitress just got one hell of a tip.

  He chased me to my car. "I was hoping we’d hang out some more."

  "I really need to get home."

  "Can I at least see you again?"

  "Sure I guess," His persistence shocked me. Why he was so set on going out with me? That’s when it happened. Nick leaned and kissed me full on the lips. I was paralyzed by the excitement of it. You know when people tell you that the “Earth Moved”? I swear at that moment, it did.

  Nick stopped kissing me, “Can I have your number?”

  “Uhm… sure.” I was in a complete daze by then. I jotted my number on scrap paper and handed it to him.

  “I’ll be in touch,” he took the note from me. Not sure what to say, I hopped into my Ford Focus and pulled off. I spied him in my rearview mirror; he was climbing onto a huge motorcycle. There was no way in hell this was going to work out. Big girls like me just didn't have that kind of luck.

  *

  4.

  That afternoon I headed into my shift at Lane Bryant, the store that specialized in apparel for plus-sized women. I bought a lot of my stuff there. The twenty-five percent off employee discount was pretty sweet. Most days the manager left me alone. I was bent over folding up a stack of black lace panties, when someone walked up behind me.

  “I’ve got to say I like the view." Nick was standing there, smirking. He wore jeans, a black leather jacket, white T-shirt, and sunglasses. Damn he looked good!

  "What are you doing here?" How in the hell did he find out where I worked?

  "I bumped into your roommate Jen." He grinned. "We had a great conversation; turns out she's quite the fan."

  I thought about the hundred ways I'd like to wring Jen’s neck. Then I calmed down, "well as you can see I'm busy."

  Nick picked up a pair of lace panties. "These are sexy.”

  I snatched the underwear from him. "Don't mangle the merchandise!" we both laughed and I had to admit against my better judgment I liked him.

  "So want to have lunch?” He put both hands in his pockets.

  "I am hungry and you are buying." I poked a finger playfully into his chest. Good Lord, it was like marble beneath his clothes. I told my manager I was heading out to lunch and followed Nick to the food court. We grabbed a slice of pizza each and headed to a bench near the end of the parking garage. It was a quiet corner, concealed from the main street. Hardly, anyone ever came out this way. This was the most secluded corner of the little mall.

  "Nick, I have to ask. Why me?”

  "You’re funny and sexy."

  "You don't know anything about me." I replied.

  "I know all I need to know." He put his arm around my shoulder.

  "What's my last name?"

  "Hey nobody said there would be a pop quiz!"

  I laughed, "Newton. My last name is Newton."

  "Candi Newton. I like the sound of that." He traced my jawline with his finger.

  This guy was just too good to be true. Was this really happening? It wasn't like guys were never interested me, I dated enough. But never anybody likes this. He was so unbelievably sexy and good looking. And those intense eyes of his, I was definitely in trouble. He reached over and put a hand on my thigh. I didn't ask him to remove it. I leaned over and kissed him. Our lips met and his tongue slipped into my mouth.

  I explored his body with my hands. I was so eager and hungry to know about every inch of him. His muscles rippled under his shirt. I unbuttoned it, and ran my hand along his chest. He didn't seem to mind. Then something came over me. I made my way towards his pants and unbuttoned the top. Then I slipped my hand into his underwear. What in the hell was I doing? Anyone could walk in on us. Yet, the danger excited me.

  "Wait Candi that's not what I came here for."

  “It's okay.” I freed his cock from his pants. My God it was magnificent! Not overly long but amazingly thick. My pussy ached. I moved my hand slowly up and down the shaft. I needed lubrication. I spit into the palm of my hands and made it slick with my saliva.

  Then I returned to pleasuring Nick. I leaned in close and nuzzled his neck. We kissed and our tongues intertwined. Up and down extra his thick manhood using both my hands to give him pleasure. His breath became shallow and his body tensed. He was close to sweet release. I wasn't the kind of girl who gave hand jobs in broad daylight. But Nick brought out something wild in me.

  I found myself enthralled by the danger of it. In a quick moment Nick let out a gasp. He erupted in creamy white lava all over my slick fingers. I wiped my hand clean with a napkin. Nick tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up.

  "You didn’t have to do that.”

  "I wanted to.” I peered into those amazing eyes of his again.

  "God I want you, but the right way." He traced his finger around my lips.

  I placed my hand on his. “Look we both know what this was."

  "I don't understand?" His brow furrowed.

  "You wanted a quick fling before going home. And I'm fine with that."

  "I'm not that kind of guy!"

  "It’s okay," I took his hand. "You don't owe me anything."

  Nick shook his head. "I feel something real for you."

  There was no way I was going to fall for this. It was time to cut and run. So I got up.

  "I have to get back to work."

  Nick followed me, "Will you at least let me take you to dinner?" I looked into those amazing sea-blue eyes. Not only was Nick sexy, he was achingly sincere. My every instinct screamed at me to run away. We’d had a good time, but that’s all it was. No way was I going out with him again. It was time to call it quits. So I opened my mouth…

  "You can pick me up at eight," I said.

  *

  5.

  What in the world had I agreed to? I stood in my full-length mirror. That night, I tried on every dress in my modest closet. I settled on a sexy black skirt mated with my red pearl-buttoned blouse. Then I pulled on my most expensive hose. The ensemble was completed with the dressiest hells I owned. I figured I looked good enough to go just about anywhere. Jen came into my room and plopped down on the bed. "You look nice, another date with Mr. Ortiz?"

  "If you must know, yes" This good-natured teasing was just a part of our relationship.

  "Wow," Jen raised an eyebrow. “So this is moving pretty fast, Ha?"

  "It's just a fling."

  “I never thought you’d say something like that!" Jen hugged my pillow. "What has gotten into you?"

  "Nothing yet," I smirked.

  Jen threw the pillow at me, "Saucy minx …. Be careful. Ok?"

  "Don't worry." I picked up a brush and combed my hair. “I'm just having fun."

  "What a guy to have your first fling with!" She stood up and peered over my shoulder. "I mean he’s famous."

  "He's pretty down-to-earth," I said. "It's kind of surprising."

  That was when the doorbell rang and Jen hopped up. "I'll get it."

  Not soon after, I heard the two of them chatting away. Jen's voice was high-pitched and excited. Nick’s a rich baritone. I checked myself out in the mirror one more time. Then I went out into the living room. I didn't know was possible for Nick to be any hotter. He was wearing jeans and a black leather jacket. A hint of very expensive smelling cologne surrounded him like an aura.

  "Wow you look hot!" Nick stood up and took my hand.

  "Thanks, you’re not half bad yourself.” I tried to settle the dancing butterflies in my stomach. "So where you guys going," Jen plopped down on the sofa.

  "It's a surprise," Nick winked. "You ready beautiful?"

  Heart jumped in my chest. Was he talking to me? "As ready as I'll ever be, let's go.

  He opened the door and I stepped out ready for adventure. We went outside. His big H
arley sat in front of the apartment building.

  "So we're taking your bike?" I asked a little worried.

  He hopped onto the bike, "Get on and grab tight."

  I froze. "I don't know if this is a good idea."

  "Are you nervous?" He smirked.

  There a few things my size makes me self-conscious about. I envisioned my weight causing poor Nick to lose his balance. Then the two of us would careen into a brick wall, and end up splattered all over the next day’s news.

  "I don't think you'll be able to drive with me holding onto you.”

  "Don't worry," he winked. "I can balance this baby."

  I took a deep breath and got on. Then I found the helmet and fastened it securely.

  "Hold tight and don't let go." Nick revved the engine. I leaned forward, and held on for dear life. The engine revved once more and we took off. I shut my eyes. The wind whipped my face and body. Finally I was brave enough to open my eyes. This was amazing! Without thinking about it I laughed out loud. We drove along and then hit the I-880.

  "Where are we going?" I shouted.

  "This little place in the Berkeley Marina that I know, just hold on it won't take long."

  We whizzed onto the freeway and then we took off. We were driving so fast, I was breathless. White-knuckled, I held onto his waist for dear life. The sign for the Berkeley Marina exit rolled past and Nick drove off of the freeway. The ocean’s salty breeze nipped my face. A simple sign read “Skate’s on the Bay” and my jaw dropped. Skate’s sits right in the middle of the Berkeley Yacht Harbor. It was actually built on a pier and the windows overlook the ocean. The place was known for its spectacular views. I took off the motorcycle helmet and got off the bike exhilarated.

  Nick held out his arm for me. "Let’s go in. Our table’s waiting." When we walked inside, an elegantly dressed woman greeted us. Nick whispered something to her. She took Nick’s jacket, and I noticed he was wearing a blue silk tie. The combination of Dress shirt, tie, and jeans worked well for him. We sat down at a private table right next to the window. The setting sun cast golden light on the darkened sky.

  "I’ve always wanted to come here." I held Nick’s hand.

  He squeezed. "I hoped you'd like it."

  A lanky waiter brought us the menu. I opened it and tried not to gasp. A meal here would be an entire week salary for me. I read through the exotic choices and decided to choose something familiar.

  "I'll have the Salmon..." I gave the waiter my menu.

  "The trout looks pretty good," Nick rubbed his chin. “Perhaps I'll try it"

  The waiter returned to the table and poured two glasses of vivid red wine. I brought the glass to my lips and sipped. Nick’s eyes moved over me and my skin tingled. The top of my blouse was unbuttoned. I knew that my chest was one of my best features. His eyes fixed on my cleavage and lingered for a while. His desire was palatable and my mind drifted to thoughts of sex. How would it be to have him inside me? Then our server brought a small plate of Hors d'oeuvres. It was mostly seafood. Feeling adventurous, I tried a little bit of everything. "Wow this is really good.” I popped an appetizer into my mouth. The little morsel melted on my tongue. Soon, the waiter brought our meals. He placed the elegant plates in front of us. Everything looked and smelled so good. I cut my fork into the salmon filet, then tasted. An explosion of flavor filled my mouth. This restaurant was truly amazing.

  “Do you like it?” Nick asked, sea-blue eyes sparkling in the candlelight.

  “It’s the best dinner I’ve ever had…”

  “There’s more where that came from,” he lifted his wine glass. For anyone else it would have been a corny gesture. But for him, it was absolutely charming.

  "Would Madame like dessert?" the waiter asked as he cleared away our empty dishes.

  "Sure," Nick answered for me. “We’d like the Tiramisu”.

  The dessert arrived almost immediately. My date picked up a small fork and cut into the delicious cake. He brought a piece to my mouth and I bit from the fork. I've never had anyone feed me before. It was silly but romantic. Like everything else, the dessert was magnificent. The soft, spongy cake dissolved in my mouth. I savored the creamy sweetness. When we finished the last bites of dessert, Nick took my hand.

  “Do you want to go for a walk?" He said.

  "That would be nice," I replied.

  We exited the restaurant and walked along the pier. Other couples walked past us and seagulls squawked in the air. The fog rolled over the Berkeley hills and spilled into the water. This was a typically beautiful Northern California night.

  "I'm having a really good time," Nick grabbed my hand and held it.

  I gave his hand a squeeze, "Me too." In fact, this was the most amazing night of my life. I knew I was in trouble.

  "Have you ever been on a yacht?" Nick asked me.

  What a strange question to ask. "I can't say that I have," I told him. "Why do you ask?"

  "Come with me." He led my by the hand. We walked along the boardwalk until we reached the harbor. A fleet of yachts were anchored there. We stopped at one that had the words Triton’s Adventure painted on the side of it.

  "Let's go aboard." He tugged me towards the ship.

  "We can't get on some strangers boat!" I told him.

  "Don't worry I'm renting it while I'm in town."

  "You rent a yacht?" I was taken off guard.

  "I found it online."

  Nick lived in a world that was so different from my own. It was a glamorous world where people rented yachts, and ate in fancy restaurants. We had absolutely nothing in common. I was a size eighteen bartender who worked in a plus-size shop by day. What in the hell did he see me?

  "Come on let's go in," He held his hand out and I took it. They yacht was huge, or at least I thought it was. I had to duck to get through the front door. Holy, was it was nice inside! There was a dining area, bedroom, and a cute kitchenette. Nick motioned and I sat down on the sofa. He disappeared and came back with a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

  "I don't think I've ever had champagne on a yacht before," Was this was really happening to me? I've never had so much fun in all my life. He popped the champagne cork. There was a loud sound, and white foam shot out.

  "Whoops that's kind of messy," Nick poured the glasses and handed me one.

  "It's pretty good." I laughed as the bubbly liquid tickled my nose.

  "Glad you like it," then he leaned in very closely and kissed me. The combination of his kiss in the champagne made my head swim. I pulled away from him and placed my hand on his chest.

  "What's the matter?" He held my hands in his.

  "Nothing. I'm just ready to have fun." I yanked my coat off and tossed it.

  "Candi I want to just want to show you how beautiful you are." My heart thumped in my chest. I wasn't sure what was going to happen next.

  "Take off your shirt." his eyes filled with lust.

  "What?" I stood there in shock.

  He sat on the sofa his legs wide apart. "Please, take off your shirt"

  I undid the tiny pearl buttons on my blouse. One by one I unsnapped them, until the front popped opened. I have to admit that my breasts are my best feature. They're full and ample, and I've caught more than one guy transfixed by my cleavage.

  Nick whistled, "Beautiful."

  "The bra, take off the bra." Nick's face held an intensity that aroused me and at the same time scared me a little. What in the hell was I doing? I just met him and now we’re alone together. Was I really going to go through with this?

  "Okay I'll take it off," I unfastened the bra and slipped it off my shoulders.

  "My God you're stunning," Nick licked his lips. I blushed at the compliment. Stunning wasn't something I heard too often from guys. I wasn't down on myself for being a big girl. Hell, I knew that I looked damned good. I was just waiting for the rest of the world to catch up with me.

  "Now the skirt, take off the skirt." I did as I was told and stepped out of my skirt. Now I was b
are breasted, in nothing but my panties and heels. Ok, I admit that I’m self-conscious about my tummy. My belly and me have a love/hate relationship. I’d never allowed a guy to admire me like this. I shifted nervously, exposed in the glaring bright light.

  "What's the matter," he spoke. "Are you okay"

  I replied. "I'm no supermodel."

  "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, his brows knit in confusion.

  I picked up my blouse up and held it in front of my chest. “This whole thing is ridiculous." Near tears, I fought back my emotions. Nick got up from the sofa and wrapped me in his understanding arms. "Did I do something?"

  "It's not you, it's me," I slipped back into my shirt. "When you asked me back to your place I admit I was flattered. But I don't know what I expected. This was a mistake."

  Nick took my chin in his hand. He boldly peered into my eyes, his expression sincere. "When I walked into the bar tonight. I said to myself that is one sexy, confident woman."

  "I put on a good front” I laughed. "Guys like you make me nervous."

  "Guys like me?" He was puzzled.

  "You know. Guys like you don't usually want girls like me." I struggled for the right words.

  Nick frowned, and his brow furrowed. "I’m not shallow. You’re perfect to me."

  Shit Candi, what were you doing? Here I am with the famous and handsome Nick Ortiz. He wanted me and insecurity was ruining everything. Snap out of it woman! But hard as I tried, my inner fire and confidence were absent. I wasn’t used to being this vulnerable.

  "I'm sorry if led you on" I picked my coat up. "I thought this would be fun. But I can’t go through with it."

  "Why?"

  "I'm too big" I blurted out.

  "I don't ever want to hear you say that again," He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. “You're the sexiest woman I've ever met." His masculine heat sent shivers through me. This man oozed sex from his core. --- And damn if he didn't smell good too. There were hundreds of girls at that bar who would give their left tit to be with him. For once I wanted to be the fairy-tale princess with the happy ending. Without thinking, my hands roamed towards his ass. I squeezed and marveled how tight and firm his buns were.