His Special Kiss (BBW First Time Shapeshifter Pregnancy Romance)

by Angelina Moore

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  His Special Kiss

  By Angelina Moore

  “Guys, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now. I know you’ll probably laugh at me, but I really need your help,” said Emily, facing her two friends, Sarah and Diane.

  She took a deep breath.

  “I’m a virgin. I know I’m late, but I really need you guys to help me with this,” she said breathlessly.

  Her friends exchanged looks.

  “What?” she asked.

  “Well, it was kind of obvious, Emily. I mean, you hardly ever leave the house, you haven’t had a boyfriend in the six years we’ve known you, and you’re pretty shy,” said Sarah, giving her a sympathetic look.

  “Wow, I didn’t know it’d be that obvious,” said Emily, sighing. It was better than them laughing at her, she supposed.

  “So can you help me then? Is there a way you can find a guy for me? I know you guys know people,” she said desperately.

  Both of her friends were very skinny and pretty. They had no trouble finding guys to fuck them. Each weekend they went to a party and Emily had to go and pick them up. One time, she even walked in on Diane fucking a guy in the early morning. After that, she refused to go to any parties in her life. She knew she would never be accepted with the pretty girls.

  They exchanged looks again.

  “Well, we do know some people, but it would take a while. They’d have to meet you and everything. We don’t know many guys that are single and cute. You want your first time to be with a good-looking guy. We’ll ask around though, don’t worry,” said Diane.

  Emily turned, looked at her curves in the bedroom mirror and sighed. She knew her curves were the biggest reason why she’d never been with a guy before. She was almost 24 now and it still hadn’t happened yet.

  She’d tried everything to lose weight. She tried going on a diet but that barely lasted 12 hours before she felt her cravings come up again. She tried exercising, but she couldn’t find the willpower to keep going. At one point, she even considered liposuction, but thankfully her friends had talked her out of that.

  Nothing seemed to work, she just didn’t have enough motivation. She knew it was her own fault she’d never been with a guy, but just couldn’t bring herself to try to get skinny or be less shy. It was just the way she was.

  “I’ve got an idea,” said Sarah. “While we look for guys for you to fuck, how about you go down to the massage parlor a few blocks down? We’ll pay for it and everything. Until you get a guy to pleasure you, you can feel great getting your back rubbed,” she said, smiling.

  Emily thought about it. It would be good to get out of the house for once, and she knew she couldn’t say no to a free massage.

  “Okay. But what is the place like? Is it any good?” she asked.

  Sarah nodded.

  “Yeah, I’ve been there a few times. I- oh,” she broke off as a huge grin spread over her face.

  “What?” asked Emily and Diane together.

  “I just remembered. There’s a guy that works there that I went to college with. He’s one of those ‘strong and silent’ types of guys. I’ve talked to him a few times but never asked him out or anything. The last time I was in there, he gave me the best massage of my life. Maybe if you talked to him a little bit, you could go out with him or something?”

  A grin was spreading over Diane’s face now, too.

  “That’s a great idea! Either way, you’ll get pleasured by that guy. And if he gives great massages, I’m sure he knows his way around the bedroom! How about it, Emily? Want to give it a shot?”

  Emily stared at her friends. She didn’t know what to do. On the one hand, she really needed to get out of the house and enjoy herself. If that meant losing her virginity, then she’d finally feel like a real woman. On the other hand, the very idea terrified her. Not of getting out of the house, but of talking to a man like that. Was she supposed to seduce him or something? She didn’t have the experience.

  “Uh… I’ll think about it, I guess,” she mumbled.

  “What do you mean? Don’t you want to get a massage and lose your virginity?” asked Diane.

  “Well yeah, it’s just… I don’t have any experience at all. What if I make an ass out of myself? If, by some miracle I actually get the guy to fuck me, what the hell am I supposed to do?”

  Sarah shook her head.

  “Who gives a shit if you embarrass yourself? You don’t have to see the guy again. Do whatever it takes to get that guy to fuck you. If he does, awesome. If not, don’t worry about it. Life goes on.”

  “And as to the fucking part, just let him do all the work. He’ll be the one in control, you just let him do his thing and you’ll have a great time.”

  They were talking as if she would have no trouble getting the guy to fuck her. She’d never even seen him before, but apparently he was hot. Why the hell would a hot guy want to fuck a curvy girl like her? It wasn’t going to happen, she realized. But the massage would be nice at least.

  She nodded at them.

  “Okay, I’ll do it. When can you get me in there?”

  Sarah checked her phone.

  “It says here they’re open on weekdays from until 10 PM. Are you working or anything tomorrow?”

  Emily shook her head. She worked from her computer so she was able to set her own hours. It was nice because she didn’t have to leave the house or anything and it paid for most of the rent.

  “Great! I’ll make the reservation. What time do you want to go in? The massages last about half an hour to an hour.”

  Emily thought about it. It would make more sense if she went in at night. Maybe that would be a better time to get the guy in the mood.

  “9 PM sounds good, I guess,” said Emily.

  Sarah made the reservation as Emily paced around her room, thinking about how things might play out tomorrow night.

  “Okay, you’re all set. Catch you later,” said Sarah, hanging up her phone and standing up.

  “We’ll call you and drop you off. I want to see this guy for myself,” said Diane, giving her a small wink.

  Emily spent most of the next day on her couch running through the things she might say to the guy to get him to fuck her. She knew none of them would ever work but she had to try at least.

  Later that evening, her friends arrived at her house to take her to get the massage.

  “Are you ready?” asked Diane, as her and Sarah walked over to the couch.

  “Not even close. I have no idea what I’m going to do,” said Emily, miserably.

  “Well it’s a good thing you still have an hour to get ready. Come on, let’s get you in some nice clothes. Even though it’s just a massage, you still want to look good,” exclaimed Sarah.

  So Emily spent the next hour trying on outfits she’d never worn and making sure she didn’t look too curvy. She knew the guy wouldn’t like her curves, but there was no way to hide them. He’d be massaging them anyway.

  “Guys, are you sure I look fine?” she asked when they finally found an outfit that worked. Sarah and Diane had picked it out and they said it looked fine. Emily didn’t entirely agree. She thought it made her look curvier than ever. But she trusted her friends’ fashion sense, it wasn’t like she had any.

  “You look fine, don’t worry about it. Come on, or we’re going to be late for the appointment.”

  Emily followed her friends out the door, heart pounding wildly now. She still had no idea how the hell she wa
s going to seduce this guy. She’d just have to hope he was into curvy girls like her.

  “So… does it hurt at all?” asked Emily as they pulled out of the driveway.

  Sarah turned around from the passenger seat with a sympathetic look.

  “No, honey, you’ll be fine. There may be a little pain to start with, as he puts it in you for the first time, but I promise that pain will go away. Don’t be worried about that or you’ll be even more nervous. And remember, the most important thing is to be yourself. Don’t worry about what he might think of you. Just think of this as a learning experience, even if he ends up turning you down.”

  Emily spent the rest of the short car ride thinking about what sex might feel like. She’d heard so many stories from her friends of how it’s the ‘best feeling in the world’ or ‘you’ll never forget your first,’ but she wanted that experience for herself.

  She may not lose her virginity tonight, but it was sure as hell going to happen soon. She was tired of being nervous and timid about everything. She wanted to take control of her life and learn what it means to be a real woman for a change.

  They pulled up to the parlor and stepped out of the car. The parking lot was empty except for one other car. That was good, at least Emily didn’t have the chance to embarrass herself in front of a bunch of strangers – only the guy she wanted to fuck.

  Emily walked up the steps, opened the door, and walked inside. It was a small building, only a few rooms and some furniture. There was a desk at the back with a man sitting behind it reading a magazine.

  “That’s him, that’s the guy!” whispered Sarah excitedly.

  As Emily walked closer and closer to the counter, she realized Sarah had not been exaggerating. This guy was gorgeous. He had short, brown hair with an incredible, carved face. His eyes were like sapphires, glinting in the light. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt so Emily could make out his huge muscles. She didn’t even care if she wasn’t going to fuck this guy tonight. Just having him touch her would be amazing.

  “Hi, we’re here for an appointment at 9 for Emily Davies. This is her,” said Sarah, beckoning her over.

  Emily stepped in front of the counter and locked eyes with the man. Instantly she felt something, as if he was sending her signals from his eyes to hers. She felt herself slowly getting lost as she stared into them, forgetting who she was and why she was there…

  “We’re going to take off Emily, have a good time!” said Diane, breaking her out of her trance. Emily waved as they walked out the door. She felt her heart pound as she turned back to the guy and waited for him to check her ID.

  “So you’re Emily, right?” he asked her in a deep, sexy voice. She felt like he could melt her with his voice.

  “Y-yeah I am,” she said, reaching for her purse.

  He shook his head.

  “Don’t worry about that, I believe you. I own this place so it’s not a problem. And if the real Emily walks in later, I’ll just tell her that I’m busy,” he said, winking at her and getting out from behind the counter.

  “Okay. So how does this work?” she asked nervously.

  He must have noticed her nervousness.

  “Hey, don’t worry about a thing. The whole point of a massage is to relax you. When I’m done with you, you’ll feel better than ever, I promise,” he said, leading her to a door in the back. He pushed it open and Emily stared around in surprise.

  It was a room unlike any that Emily had ever seen. Moonlight poured into the room from windows on the ceiling. There were no windows on the sides, however. The only light in the room was from the moon, there were no lamps or other lights or anything. The only other thing in the room was a table in the center, with a few cans of massage oil next to it.

  “How will you be able to see?” she asked, stepping into the room.

  He chuckled.

  “Don’t worry about that, you’re safe in my hands. I’ve done this a million times before. Although, this time might go a little bit differently. We’ll see,” he said, winking at her.

  “Okay,” she said, trying to calm herself. There was something about this man that seemed very strange. She found herself latching onto every word. Even though she just met him, she felt like she could trust him.

  “Go ahead and take your clothes off,” he said, giving her a strange look. Was it desire? Emily must have imagined it.

  “A-all of them?” she asked, hardly daring to believe it.

  He chuckled again.

  “No, just your shirt and pants. You can leave your underwear on if you want.”

  She obeyed, removing her jeans and shirt. As much as she wanted him, she felt like she shouldn’t seem too forward. She didn’t want to be too obvious. She was sure tons of girls probably tried going for this guy like that and didn’t want to be one of them.

  “Great. Now just lie on your stomach on that table. I’ll do the rest,” he said, walking over and opening up a bottle of oil. She followed him to the table, laid down, and tried to relax. She found it kind of hard because she was so concerned with whether or not he was going to make a move on her. She hoped he would.

  She felt her breasts pressed against the table as she imagined what it would be like if the table were replaced with his chest. She grinned and closed her eyes as he began to massage. He started with her upper back, spreading the cool oil onto her. He kneaded his knuckles into her soft skin, each press making her feel better and better.

  His hands moved down to her lower back and love handles. Her whole back was covered in cool oil now and it felt incredible. He slowly moved his hands down, inching more and more towards her bare, fleshy ass sticking up in the air.

  When he started to massage her ass, Emily knew the time was right. She knew what was going to happen. He pressed his thumbs into her soft flesh, moving them around in small circles. He cupped her cheeks, squeezing them gently but firmly. His hands moved down to her inner thigh as he slid a finger underneath her thong and across her folds, just a tease.

  That tease was enough. She heard him give a soft growl as he slid his finger down for another pass. She gasped and giggled, enjoying the feel of his finger on her folds. His hands moved down to her legs, but they didn’t spend a lot of time there. They both knew what the other wanted.

  “Lie on your back now, baby,” he commanded in a low, sexy voice.

  She obeyed without a word, getting off the table and laying back. He grinned as he examined her almost-naked body. His eyes seemed to tell her what to do. She sat up and pulled off her bra and panties, finally revealing her naked body.

  She could see his smile in the moonlight. He started without warning, pouring oil onto her big breasts to start with. He cupped them in his hands as he moved around, making Emily groan with pleasure. His fingers found her nipples and gave them a slight pinch, just to make her gasp.

  He laughed and moved his hands down. He’d go back to those later. His hands moved down her voluptuous body as he felt her soft flesh underneath his hands. He pressed his fingers into her, exploring every inch of her body. He moved down once more to her thighs.

  Emily knew what was coming. She grinned as he poured some more oil onto her thighs, the coolness making her shiver with delight. He spread the oil down both of her thighs, teasing her, making her want him even more. She gave another groan as he bent down and ran the tip of his tongue across her inner thigh. Another tease, but that was all it took.

  “Damn it, are you going to massage me there or not?!” she demanded, wanting him more than ever.

  He grinned.

  “I’m just teasing you. But if you insist…”

  Emily felt slightly abashed.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, sitting up. “I’ve never gotten a massage before and I certainly haven’t been touched there before, so I’m not exactly sure how this was supposed to work.”

  He shook his head.

  “Don’t worry about it,” he said, reaching for the oil again.

  “But I do worry about it,”
she said, suddenly confused. “Why are you doing this? I may never have gotten a massage before, but I know you aren’t supposed to touch me down there, or lick me. What is going on? Why me?” she asked.

  He smiled again at her.

  “You are the right one,” he said simply.

  “What does that mean?” she demanded.

  “It means, you are the one I want to fuck tonight. I don’t care that you’re a virgin. In fact that makes it even better. You are pure, untouched. It will be perfect for what is going to happen tonight,” he said mysteriously.

  Emily sat back. So he did really want to fuck her. He didn’t care that she was a virgin or that she was a curvy girl. He wanted her for what she was. Emily felt like jumping around the room for joy. She’d come in here with less than a one percent chance of losing her virginity, almost a joke. And now she’d found a man who really liked her for what she was.