by Alexa Blue
“I… I should,” I stutter nervously, “I’ll wait for you in the kitchen.”
I walk off and hear his voice calling out, “I wouldn’t mind if you stayed.”
“Get dressed, Brody, we’re running late.”
Fuck, it's becoming harder and harder to control myself around him. I've always suspected he had a big tool but seeing how low that cock dangled just confirmed it.
The ache I feel between my legs is not helping much either. God, I feel dirty at the fantasies developing in my head right now; fantasies of him bending me over and resting that rock-hard body on me as he fills me with that massive cock of his, fantasies of him holding me after we make sweet love until I fall asleep wrapped in his arms.
He steps out of the room, Jack and Daniel circling around his feet excitedly. He is dressed in a neat black and white Tuxedo, just oozing sex appeal. It takes all the self-control I can gather to stop myself from drooling at the sight of him.
"You look nice," I tell him and look away as if the handsome man in front of me has little effect on me.
He grabs my hand in his and leads me out of his apartment, and I do not object. He gives Jack and Daniel a goodbye kiss before we head out to the function tonight. His face sinks when we hear them scratching at the door as we head off as if they want him to come back for just a minute longer.
Brody
We step into the rented auditorium, and all eyes are on Charlotte. I'm the lucky guy that gets to have the most beautiful woman by my side. Her dress sparkles in the light, bringing extra attention to her sexy, curvy body. We’re no longer holding hands, but that will change soon—I’ll make sure of that.
We both pretend as though we want to greet everyone else dressed in their fancy outfits. We see these people every day, as much as we pretend to be interested in them, we only have our eyes on each other.
“Fuck, I want you so bad!”
She nibbles on my lower lip seductively. “Oh, really? How bad?”
“This bad,” I growl and pull on her hand. I lead her out the reception area and into a passage, pulling at every door we pass, searching for any door that gives. I find an open door that leads us into a dark room, probably used as a storage room.
We enter the room, and I pin her against the wall.
"I thought you might ask me to dance first." Charlotte teases, her gaze directed at my lips.
“Charlotte, will you dance with me?”
She opens her mouth to speak, but I place my finger on her lips. “If you say yes, I can spin your world around, take you on a trip to paradise if you let me."
Even in the dark, I see her cheeks grow a rosy shade of pink. “Only if you take the lead.”
I try my hardest to get it together, but I cannot stop my trembling hands as I work up her sexy body. Charlotte begins pulling at my pants, freeing my excited cock. She grabs my cock in her hand, squeezing it hard, allowing my veins to pulsate against her pretty little hand.
Her dress has a sexy slit that reaches up to her thighs. I pull up her dress, opening the way to her soaking panties, pulling her panties to the side. Her wetness soaks my finger. "Fuck, babe, you're excited?"
I see her shying away, but I kiss her lips, bringing her beautiful face back to me. “Don’t get shy, angel. I love that you’re wet for me.”
She lets out a moan as my finger glides up her folds. Her panting grows heavy, desperate almost, as I work the tip of my finger against her opening. I need to stretch her up before she feels my cock inside her.
Her whiskey brown eyes bore into me. “Fuck, Brody. Yes!” she cries out.
My lips water at the sight of her plump, shaking lips, and I slide my tongue between them.
The feeling of desire hits me hard, coursing through my veins. I don’t think I have ever wanted anything as badly as I want Charlotte.
Charlotte spreads her legs for me, and I slap my cock at her entrance.
“Spread that sweet pussy for me, baby girl,” I growl into her ear.
Her fingers snake down my back as I push into her. I take it slow and gently stretch her open as she takes me inside her.
“Yes, Brody, yes.” She whimpers my name ever so gently with every inch I take of her.
I wrap my arms around her, squeezing her tight as I claim my queen. “I’ve got you, babe.”
With my every thrust, I pulsate against her smooth flesh. I know, I should be worried about shooting my load inside her, but I want her to feel my seed shooting against her.
My thrusts grow heavy, and her cries become piercing as her body reaches a state of blissful desire. I drop my hand, rubbing against her sensitive clit as her orgasm crashes over her.
The sight of me making Charlotte quiver down to her core is too much for me, and I lose all control.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” I growl as I find my release, shooting every last drop of cum inside my queen.
I crash onto Charlotte, struggling to regain my breath when a loud voice fills the room through the speakers against the ceiling.
“Charlotte and Brody,” I hear our names being called out from the tiny speakers planted in the roof.
There is some shuffling with the speaker, followed with distant words saying, ‘who are you? Let go!’
A man clears his throat, a little too close to the microphone for our sensitive ears. A man with a thick Irish accent begins speaking, “Charlotte, love, where are you? All these lovely people are waiting for you, like.”
“Dear lord,” Charlotte gasps, “this is not fucking happening.”
“Is… Oh, my fuck. Is that your dad?”
Charlotte rolls her eyes. “Yes. Daddy dearest.”
Chapter Seven
Charlotte
Crap. My dad calls out my name over and over. I’m praying he would stop, that I would get to the auditorium and find out this is all just a bad dream.
Brody and I neaten ourselves as we make our way back into the auditorium. I push the door open, and there's a loud roaring excitement at the sight of us walking through that door. It feels as if we're celebrities standing in line to win an Oscar.
I walk up the top of the stage and notice my hair is still a little ruffled up from our magical moment in that dark room. I try straightening out my hair, but anyone with eyes could tell what I was up to moments before they called us out.
My dad stands at the center of the stage, pushing Andrew Black aside as he fights him off to speak into the mic again.
“Aye, let me introduce myself. I am Charlotte’s father, and I am very proud of her and look at how well she’s doing in her job.” The audience begins clapping, but daddy tells them to hold their horses. “Also, I know you guys work with stress going on all over the place, like. Luckily for ye lot, I have a natural remedy that helps with that. It’s good for the earth and very healthy. Five-star green rating.” He sneaks the audience a wink. “Find me outside, if you want to discover this—”
I pull the mic away from my dad before he embarrasses me further and goes on to tell everyone about his damn weed business. "Thanks, dad. I'll take it from here." I hand the mic to Andrew. Fuck, what I would not do right now to be able to dig a hole, and never come out.
I knew telling my parents about the evening was a bad idea, except I didn’t actually expect them to rock up.
Dad has had the weirdest fucking business ideas for as long as I can remember. At one stage, he used up all our money to buy old, broken vehicles, claiming they were ‘vintage,’ and that he would become rich when he resells them. No, daddy, that was someone else’s scrap that has now become our problem.
My dad walks off the stage, and I notice my mom waving her hands furiously at me as if she doesn't already stand out in the orange fabric draped over her body, that she considers a dress.
Andrew presents me with a cute, last minute, plastic trophy, with the words ‘happy birthday’ engraved on the front, congratulating Brody and me in securing a three-year contract with Milestone Productions. I love every moment of it; I lo
ve the attention I receive from all my colleagues, I love that my career is taking off, and I love the fact that I have the sexiest man standing by my side.
"Let's party this night away," Andrew tells the staff, "but remember, this is a Thursday, and we still have work tomorrow. I guess that makes me a little evil for organizing an open bar, right?”
The staff cheers him on excitedly, and the lights dim down as loud dance music fills the auditorium.
People greet me, wrapping their arms around me and congratulating me; people I don’t recall ever seeing in my life. In a pushy fashion, only she can manage, my mom pushes past them. “Sweetie, I’m so proud of you,” she says and leans into a hug.
“Th… Thanks? Err, mom, what are you—”
“You didn’t think we were going to miss our babygirl’s big day, did you?”
“Of course, not,” I sigh.
“You know, you should have told me and not your dad. He’s the reason we’re late, ye know.”
“Mom, this is a ‘staff’ party, you realize that? I didn’t tell you guys about this because I was inviting you and dad.”
She gives me a warm smile. I can tell she’s really proud of me. “Anyway. I feel so bad now, I didn’t know that man is your boss,” she says glancing at Brody. Brody’s gaze has been fixed on me since I stepped off the stage.
I grin uncomfortably. “Why do you feel bad?”
“Aye, poor fella. I told him not to feck with my little girl.”
I turn back to Brody. He raises his champagne glass and gives us that sexy smile.
“Mom, I’ve got to go.”
“Wait, Charlotte. There’s something urgent I need to discuss with you.”
“Yeah?”
“Have you heard from Vicky?”
“Yeah, I was with her earlier today. Why do you ask?”
“Did she mention anything about my Tupperware?”
Brody and I leave the party early. As much as this party is for us, we’d rather be alone with each other right now—finish off what we started. God, now that I felt that thick cock filling me, I can't get it out of my mind. I want to feel him riding me all night long. I want to feel that rock-hard body of his resting on top of mine as he plows his shaft deep inside me.
We walk out, and I notice my dad standing in the dark, no doubt selling weed to the people crowding around him.
“Isn’t that your dad?” Brody chirps.
"Please, can we go from here? Like far away.”
Brody lifts his left eyebrow playfully. "Anywhere, in particular, you'd like to go to?"
I twirl my fingers through my hair. My back is straight, and I push my breasts out to give him a preview of what's yet to come. "Well, I thought we could go back to your place, you know, check up on Jack and Daniel, perhaps?”
Brody nibbles his lower lip seductively. If we weren’t in public now, he would probably bend me over and ravish me on the spot. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Brody
Charlotte sits in the passenger’s seat of my car, and I can’t help but feel like the luckiest guy in the world. I run my hand up her thigh, and I feel the goosebumps forming on her skin at my touch. Fuck, she's wet again. Charlotte may come across as a tough cookie, but I love how she melts at my touch. I can’t wait to take her home, spread her across my bed as I claim that sweet pussy as my own, but before I do that, there’s somewhere else I need to take her to first.
“Are we taking the scenic tour?” Charlotte laughs once she realizes I’m driving in the opposite direction of my apartment.
“We’re just taking a slight detour.”
She leans over and whispers seductively into my ear. "And here I thought you'd be excited to get me home."
My cock bounces at the seduction in her tone. She grabs on my shaft through the fabric of my pants, squeezing it tight in her little hand.
“Trust me, beautiful, I want nothing more. But we have all our life to make love. Right now, I’m taking you for ice cream.”
“Ice cream?”
“Not just any ice cream, Dutch Dreams; the best ice cream in Toronto.”
“As you wish, kind sir.” She says, pulling down on my zipper. “But I cannot wait a moment longer to grab a taste of this big cock.”
She frees my cock, rubbing her hand up and down my shaft as her thumb circles on my head, oozing with pre-cum.
"Oh, Jesus," I cry out as her full lips wrap around me, and she sucks up my juices. I'm amazed at how she takes my cock in her mouth. My dirty girl is a fucking pro. Fuck, if I did not have my hands on the steering wheel, I’d press her head down on me in a fit of passion.
She lifts her head and gives my cock a final tug. “Just a little preview of what’s yet to come,” she says with a husky undertone in her voice.
She faces forward, but I can see the grin planted on her lips.
I’m taking her for ice cream because I want to show her that I’m in love with her, not just for her sexy body, but for everything she is—that I can spend an entire evening just having ice cream with her, and that would be enough for me.
My hand covers the cum stains on my pants, and I wrap my free arm around Charlotte as we walk into the ice cream shop.
Charlotte scans the menu, undecided on what she wants to order.
“Try the Dutch Waffle,” I suggest.
We place our orders, and the waitress returns with two strawberry milkshakes. I haven't seen Charlotte smile this much; it’s beyond beautiful.
Charlotte plays with her straw. “Is this where you bring all your dates?”
“So, this is a date?”
She rolls her eyes playfully. “What did you think this was?”
"This is the first date I've been on in years," I confess.
“Handsome guy like you?”
"Yeah. I wasn't looking for anything, but when I saw you at Dante's wedding, I knew I had to know more about this beautiful girl."
I finally tell Charlotte why I’ve been late for work all these days, that rescuing defenseless dogs will always take priority in my life.
The more I talk, the more interested she seems to be in what I have to say. Charlotte is a powerful, career-driven woman, and I can tell she will stop at nothing until she works her way to the top of the corporate ladder. But, the way she looks at me doesn't change when I tell her my dream of leaving the corporate world to earn perhaps a quarter of what I used to make.
We sit next to each other in a six-seater table, and after eating our waffles, I curl my arm around Charlotte. For a while, neither of us says anything; we're in total silence. Not an awkward silence, but a silence that suggests we’re so comfortable in each other’s company that there’s no need for words.
I lean over, meeting Charlotte's lips with mine when the waitress approaches us. “Hi, I’m so sorry, and I hate doing this, but the store is about to close.”
I furrow my brows. “Don’t you guys stay open until midnight?”
“It’s twenty minutes over midnight, sir.”
Charlotte looks up at me, and we break into playful giggles. We got so caught up just being comfortable in each other's space that we completely lost track of time.
“Shit, she deserves a good tip,” Charlotte says under her breath. “If I were her, I would have asked us to fuck off long ago.”
“You are insane. That’s why I love you.”
We both freeze in place. Did I just tell her I love her?
She gazes intensely into my eyes, seemingly searching for the right thing to say. Her cheeks are rosy, shiny almost.
She lets out a heavy sigh before speaking. "And you, boss-man, make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.” Charlotte plants a kiss on my lips. “And that’s why I love you.”
Chapter Eight
Charlotte
My life could not feel more perfect. I have the sexiest man by my side, the job of my dreams, and let’s not forget, I have some money in my account.
I wake up moments before I feel Brody shuffling.
I shoot up, straightening out my hair, and touch up on my lipstick.
His eyes remain closed when he speaks. "You know I've seen you already, right? And I think you're even more beautiful without the make-up."
I don’t know where to hide my face or how to come back from this, so I say, “you think this make-up is for you? You wish you’d get so lucky.”
Brody throws his legs over me. The hairs on his legs tickle against my skin. God, I love a hairy man, there’s just something about that masculine scent on a hairy man that drives my insides wild. Fuck, he’s hard again. It’s like he can control his cock with the press of a button. “You tease me like that and think there won’t be any consequences?”
I lay back, my legs spread and Brody’s body resting on mine. “Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it?”
He runs his finger up my slit. The heat that fills my body is fucking unreal.
He gazes passionately into my eyes. “Charlotte, can I ask you a question?”
I don’t have any plans of losing weight. I tell myself I love my body, and I do. But it’s only normal that I sometimes compare myself to the skinny girls most guys would hold up traffic for, but having Brody around has been a huge boost to my confidence.
I started The Curvy Girls Club as much more than a group of curvy girls sticking together; it was about us fitting in, with all our differences.
We moved from Ireland when I was eleven. At the time, I had a thick Irish accent, and as we know, kids that age can be such mean bitches. They teased and laughed at the way I spoke until I learned to speak like a local, until I learned to stand up for myself. The Curvy Girls Club was a way for me to say, ‘fuck the world, we’re big, we’re different, and we’re amazing.’