by Amanda Gray
“So Trista, you seem like you’ve never been to one of these before. Have you?” he stated.
I flushed thinking about the answer. I knew this might turn him off but I was going to be honest with him. That was better than pretending to be something I’m not, that’s for sure.
“Honestly I haven’t. This is my first one and I was invited here by a couple of girls whom I thought were my friends. I guess not,” I replied.
“Ahh. Who were the girls? I think you’re extremely pretty and I know that you definitely are a catch that I like,” he asked.
“You know those two girls over there? Those were the ones. Their names are Rachel and Stephanie. They are two of my so-called ‘friends.’ Or at least, that’s what I thought they were. They pretty much ditched me when I saw someone that I didn’t really like here, and then after that I was left alone. I didn’t really want to come in the first place, but I felt like it was better than sitting alone and moping for the rest of the night,” I explained. I hated taking so long to justify myself, but Ethan looked at me with a curious glance.
“Sounds like you’ve had one hell of a trip. Well just between you and me, I don’t like it either. I personally only go to these things because of some people, and frankly, they bore the living shit out of me. If I had my way I would be at home playing video games and reading comics, not trying to be some billionaire that I’m not,” he replied.
I thought I was dreaming. This man liked video games and comics too. He was perfection, and here I was being all fat and stuff. Yet I was going to rock it, and I was ready to show him what I’m really made of.
“You like video games too?” I asked.
“Sure do honey. I actually love playing them more than anything else. I do get some free time in my schedule, but between bookings and money managing meetings and even modeling gigs, it can be quite the trip,” he said.
‘You’re telling me. So is this your mansion?”
“Yeah. One of the few. This is the one that I frequent to the most, and I love it a whole lot. I’m happy that you got to see this one, but I’m sad that you had to deal with such shitty circumstances before all of this,” he replied.
“It’s all right. I know how these things can be. I try to make the best out of situations anyways,” I said. It was true, and although I hated the way things went, I did try to at least seize the way.
“Cool. So what do you do for a living Trista? You seem like some sexy little office cubicle babe.”
I blushed at what he said. I never saw myself as “sexy” but I’ll pretend that I am. “I do work in a cubicle, but it’s as a graphic designer for a company. It’s pretty fun, but it’s kind of boring too. I usually just sit around most of the day pretending to draw when I have a block,” I replied.
“That’s pretty cool. I actually wanted to go into that when I was in college. Then all of a sudden my company went crazy and I had to run that as the president. It sucked, but maybe someday I can try to be a cartoonist like how I thought it was going to,” he said.
“I know the feeling. I wanted to go into animation, but I was really bad with some of the tools they used. So I decided to just work with graphics. I like it a little bit, but I feel like I could do something more,” I explained.
“Same here.” The music ended and at that point I thought he was going to leave. However, he continued to stay near me and looked at me with a smile on his face. He wanted to tell me something more, and I was ready to listen.
“Say do you want to go out to the balcony? I feel like there are too many eyes on me at the moment and it’s driving me completely batty,” he asked.
I looked around. Stephanie and Rachel are still looking at me with icy glares and I could see Grayson laughing at me with his shitty little girlfriend. There were so many people jealous of me, and I could see a new reporter in the corner writing something down. How that fucker got in here, even I don’t know.
‘Yeah let’s get the hell out of here,” I replied.
“We can go up to my personal balcony. It’s attracted to my room and I have the gaming systems up there so we can play it as well,” he said.
“I like that idea a lot,” I replied. He smiled and grabbed my hand as we made our way up the stairs to his room. People still looked at us, but I didn’t’ give a shit. They could stare all they want, but they weren’t going to get a piece of this. It was mine, and nobody was going to steal that.
When we got up to the room, he opened the door to let me in, closing it behind him. He locked it so that no one could get in. After he did that he turned to me with a smile on his face.
“Let’s head up to the balcony,” he stated.
I nodded and followed him, my mind racing. This was all a dream, and I was going to wake up now and realize that this was all fake. Yet no matter what I thought he was still there, indicating that this wasn’t just something my mind made up, but something completely and utterly real. I was in the bedroom of Ethan Gray, and he was actually talking to me like a person instead of the inferior creature that it thought I was. Things were going to get better from here, and I couldn’t wait for what was going to happen next.
Chapter Four
He led me out to the balcony, where there were two chairs and a small set up glasses. There was some wine there too, and he poured a glass for me to drink. I nodded in graciousness, taking it out of his hand and sipping it. The wine tasted good surprisingly, and I actually liked it a whole lot. He looked at me for a moment before speaking once again.
“It’s a pretty night.”
“That it is. So I have to ask Ethan, why do you do everything that you do even though you hate showing off like that? It just seems so unlike you. I thought that you were going to be like one of those men that only gave the time of day to hot girls who wore a size zero. Yet you’re the complete opposite of it. I mean, I was so shocked when you came up to ask me to dance, and then when you asked me to come up with you I thought I was dreaming. Sorry if this sounds kind of stupid and I sound like an idiot, but I’m genuinely curious,” I said. I really wanted to know, and a part of me felt like it was something more than just a simple “well I thought you looked sad so I waited to hang out with you” type of thing. This seemed legit, and I wanted to know why.
Ethan took a sip of his wine and looked at me for a moment. His eyes were so pretty, and I felt like they could gaze into my soul. He was so handsome that I couldn’t help but blush just looking at him. After a moment he spoke.
“Well to be honest Trista, I hate that life. I only got into it because I’m rich, and even then it was a fluke. I hate the fake women that are around this damn place. The only reason I invite them is because my advisors ask me to. They tell me that I need to find one of those sexy women who would do anything for me and would stay by my side as a hot piece of eye candy, yet that’s not what I want. What I want is a girl who wants me for who I am, and that’s what I feel like you are.”
I stared at him with a curious glance. “Wait, you think I’m the right type of girl for you? Even though I have a big dress size?” I asked.
“That’s right Trista. To me it’s not on the outside that matters, but what’s on the inside. I’ve learned that a lot of those skinny girls may look sweet on the outside and are very sexy, but on the inside they are vicious.”
I felt like this man was reading my mind. Were we brain twins or something. “You’re telling me. I was stuck with that crowd most of my college career until one of them majorly fucked me over. After that they didn’t seem to want to help me, and I found out the hard way that most of those ‘pretty people are just a bunch of fake assholes,” I replied.
“Oh you and me both. You might think this is crazy, but I’ve had something very similar to your situation happen a few years ago,” he stated.
I looked at him with curiosity. I didn’t know that he would be so similar to me. It was like fate, and here I was shocked at the sheer mention of that. “Really? Where?”
Ethan took a d
eep breath and looked at me with a smile. “You promise not to tell anyone right?”
“I won’t. Besides who would I tell? I’m pretty lonely as it is,” I replied. If we were going to bear everything out on the table right now, then I was going to take my chance.
“Well when I was a freshman in college, there was this girl named Nell. She was so fucking pretty, and I had my eyes on her like no other. Yet she was one of those pretty and popular girls, and I had the opportunity to date her. Things were going well until she saw my comic book collection. She flipped out, called me a nerd and a loser, and then dumped me. Two days later I saw her making out and necking some guy on the football team. It was disgusting, but at that point it was then that I realized it wasn’t just what was on the outside that mattered, but what was on the inside as well. Those girls don’t’ know that, and frankly they probably won’t. I don’t think that they will understand just how fake they really are until it comes back to bite them,” he replied. He looked down at the end of what he said, and I could tell that he was sad.
It was so similar to my story. I only dated Grayson because he was hot and because he was on the football team. We only dated for about four months, but he hated the fact that I gamed so much and that I loved Japanese things. He even threw away one of my figures I was working on once because he hated them so much. Some people just don’t give a damn about others, that’s for sure.
“Damn. I’m sorry. Do you still have the comic book collection?”
Ethan turned towards me and nodded, and I smiled at him. “Sure do. I still kept it despite the fact that ever girl I’ve been with has laughed at me. It’s in my closet, and I have a couple of other cool things in there as well,” he replied.
“Well let’s go check it out then,” I said eagerly. I really wanted to see what it looked like. I loved comics, and any man who loved comics was automatically a winner in my book.
We moved away from the balcony and walked over to his closet. He opened up the door and the contents spilled out. I saw that he had a ton of other little nerdy things in there, including some figures and even some reenactment costumes. This man was a dream, and not only was he hot but he had great taste.
I started to sift through the contents of his comic collection. He had everything, and as I went through it my eyes widened. Everything that I loved was in here, and he even had some of the rare issues too. This guy was so cool, and I felt like I was almost unworthy of being around him because of his awesome nerdy collection.
“Holy shit this is awesome!” I said.
Ethan looked at me as I turned around with a couple of rare comics in my hands. He was awestruck by this entire thing, shocked that a girl would even bother to like something like this. It was like a dream come true for him, and that’s not even telling what it meant for me.
“Really? Wow, I never thought that I would meet someone who saw me for who I was and actually liked what they found,” he said.
“Oh I do. You have some pretty awesome stuff in here. Plus your costumes are very well-made. Do you do them yourself?”
“Nah I commission everything. It’s too hard. Sometimes I go to conventions anonymously. I have to hide who I am or else I get flooded with attention. It’s so fucking annoying sometimes,” he replied.
“Oh I bet. Maybe we should go together sometime. You have an awesome nerd collection and great tastes by the way,” I stated.
“So do you,” he replied. He moved closer to me until we were only inches from each other. My heart was beating so fast. I felt like one of those nerdy girls in those Japanese mangas where the guy that they like notices them. I blushed just thinking about him. He moved even closer until his chest was against mine. At this point I didn’t even feel bad about my weight anymore, and he didn’t seem to care either. He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye before he cocked his neck down and kissed me straight on the lips.
Chapter Five
This was totally a dream. There was no way in hell I would ever kiss Ethan Gray like how I am now. I told myself that as I pressed my lips to his. Yet here I was, and there was no way that wasn’t a dream. I was kissing Ethan Gray, and this was better than any fantasy I’ve had in the past about any guy. This was the real thing, and I had the pleasure of kissing it.
He continued to kiss me softly and I responded. I wanted more, and he knew that. He started to kiss me back with more force and I thoroughly enjoyed it. We continued to kiss softly for a few moments before he pulled away and looked at me with a smile.
“Sorry, I’ve been wanting to do that since I met you. You’re just so cute and kissable,” he stated.
I looked at him with a big smile on my face. My confidence grew once again, but this time instead of it leaving after a moment it stuck around. “Thanks. I’ve wanted to as well. You’re really handsome, and you’re more than just a pretty face and a hot bod. You have a personality to yourself, something a ton of people don’t have.”
“Well you helped bring out my personality Trista. I really like you, and I can’t help but want to kiss you again,” he said.
I felt completely seduced by him, and his eyes were undressing me mentally as I looked at him. He was so sexy, and there was no way in hell I was going to say no to that. Who the hell would?
“I want to as well,” I said.
“Good. There is one thing I want to tell you however, and it’s pretty important. I thought about leaving this unsaid, but since we’re both being so honest I couldn’t help but want to let you know this,” he explained.
I wondered what the hell he meant, but after a second he moved over to his drawer and pulled out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs and a blindfold. He turned to me with a smile on his face.
“I really like bondage and BDSM. I’m not going to give you anything hardcore, but I wanted to tell you that before we did anything. I didn’t want to freak you out either,” he replied.
This man read my mind. I really liked bondage as well, and I didn’t mind the idea of him tying me up at all.
“I actually love BDSM as well. I would love to be tied up by you,” I said with a flirtatious grin. I really liked the idea, and when I said that he immediately grinned.
“Wow, we do have a lot in common. Well that’s all I had. I just wanted to let you know so you didn’t freak out if I did get that crazy,” he said.
I flushed thinking about the idea. I liked it a lot, and he certainly could do that to me anytime. “I would love for you to do that,” I said.
“Good. Well then, I guess we can have some real fun,” he said. He pulled me close to him once again, this time slightly rougher. I liked it though. He pushed his lips against mine in a chaste kiss, and I immediately kissed him back. He had the softest lips I’ve ever felt, and I loved massaging my own lips against his. He started to kiss me harder, lightly biting on my lip a couple times in anticipation. I moaned at the feeling, lightly gripping the fabric of my dress as he did this. The kiss was heavenly, and soon he had his arms wrapped around me as he started to kiss me with more passion. I moaned in pleasure as he did this, my body wanting him more and more with each and every passing second. I wanted him, I craved him, and he certainly made me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time.
I dreamed about this once, but I never expected to kiss him like this. The kisses were pretty slow and steady at first, but then they started to get a bit harder and more filled with passion. I knew what he wanted, and he wanted the exact same thing. He started to kiss me harder and harder, and I moaned as he started to snaked his tongue into my mouth. His tongue started to explore my mouth, lightly touching and massaging the roof of it. It tickled a little bit, but I also liked it a lot. I moaned at the feeling, my hips lightly bucking against his crotch area. I started to lightly massage my hips against his groin, and I could feel his hard cock start to grow a little bit in his pants. I liked the feeling of it a lot, and I could tell that he liked what I was doing as well.
As he continued to kiss me and massage his tongue against
mine, my hands started to linger. I moved my hands under his shirt, feeling his taut abs underneath the fabric. It felt so nice, and I could feel the definition of his body as my hands roamed around. I mad e my way up to his pes, touching those for a moment and exploring the area until I found his nipples. My hands laid right over them for a moment before I moved my fingers around the nipples, lightly touching and twisting them. Ethan moaned, loving the way I took control of him. He liked the element of control, and I could tell from the way he gasped that he never expected a woman like me to take control and make him feel this good. It was so much fun, and I could tell that he liked it just as much as I did.
We continued to make out hard, and I loved it so much. I missed a good make-out, and doing it with such a hot guy made it even better. His hands moved up to the top of my dress, which was a halter style. He moved his hands over to the top of it and started to undo it, pulling it off and causing it to fall down off my body. I immediately gasped at my nakedness, but Ethan loved it. He pulled away for a second and looked at me, smiling.
“You look even more beautiful naked then you do clothed,” he stated.
I couldn’t believe it, and as if on instinct I pulled my arms around myself. I felt so exposed, and in a way I hoped that he didn’t mind how I looked. I felt super fat as well, and my pudges around m y arms, abdomen, and thighs were even more obvious. My ankles swollen too, and I felt like the ugliest person imaginable.
“I feel so ugly,” I said.
“Why do you? You’re super pretty, and you have a very sexy body. I find you simply delightful. I don’t care what others have said about you before. You’re very pretty, and I find you very attractive. Your body is a wonderland, and I’m ready to explore it,” he said.