Fat Chances

by J. S. Wilsoncroft

  My heart beat wildly when I saw headlights coming up the street, pulling into the driveway. A series of gasps escaped my lips when I saw that it was Cory’s Mustang. The door flew open and he ran up the driveway.

  “ANNIE! What the hell are you doing?” he screamed.

  “SHHHHHHH!” I yelled, holding my finger to my mouth. I didn’t want Mom and Dad hearing him. He totally ignored me and walked up the steps and rang the doorbell.“SHIT!” I carefully and quickly climbed back through my window, placing the screen back in before closing it. My heart was racing like mad as I hurried to my door.

  I could hear Cory and my parents talking. “ANNIE!” I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard Mom holler my name. I sucked in a deep breath then blew it out, I opened my door and slowly walked down the stairs. Cory was standing at the bottom of the stairs with an expression on his face that I couldn’t decipher. It was a cross between humor, agitation, and relief all in one.

  “Mr. Shields says that you two have a date tonight?” Dad asked, matter of fact. Cory leaned against the door frame with a wide smirk on his face.

  “Ummm ... yeah ... we did ... er’ ... do,” I stammered, quickly shoving my hands into the pocket of my hoodie so that they couldn’t see them shaking. They were cold as ice, but I wasn’t sure if it was because I was just outside on the roof or if it was my nerves, maybe it was a little of both.

  My parents looked at each other smiling before turning to glance at Cory, then back at me.

  “Well, then I guess you’d better go. You don’t want to keep him waiting,” Mom said with a huge smile on her face. I could feel my jaw drop as I stared at her in disbelief. I looked over at Dad and he, too, was smiling his goofy smile.

  “WHAT? You’re going to let her leave after what she pulled today?” Molly yelled from the top of the stairs.

  “Molly, cool it!” Mom ordered then leaned over to wrap her arms around me. I let her hug me, still in shock. What just happened here? One minute I was ready to leap off the front porch and risk killing myself to be with a boy, and now my parents are telling me that I could leave with him?

  “Are you ready?” Cory asked, putting his arm out like a perfect gentleman. Still in a daze, swung my arm through his and we headed out the door. Inside the house behind us, Molly whined to Mom and Dad, something about not being fair. I didn’t care. I was going to have my first date with Cory and meet the ‘other’ Annie. Tonight was going to be perfect.

  “Would you mind telling me what you were doing on the roof?” Cory asked. Soon, the engine turned over and we were pulling out of the driveway. My hands were still shaking as I sat in the seat of his warm car, but I knew it was my nerves. I was still waiting for the initial shock to wear off.

  “Well?” he pressed. His lips curled downward as he glared at me with his dark worried eyes. Avoiding him, I glanced down at the vanilla scented air freshener that was hanging from the dashboard. The sweet scent made my mouth water. That’s when I realized that I hadn’t eaten since this morning. God, I hope he cooked a lot of food.

  “Oh ... um ... I was leaving to meet you at the stop sign,” I replied, my cheeks burning from embarrassment. I knew my whole plan of jumping off the roof was stupid, but I was hell bent on seeing him tonight, to kiss him, to wrap my arms around his huge shoulders and to feel his warm hard body against mine.

  “You were going to jump off the roof, weren’t you?” he pulled over next to the stop sign then turned to look at me. His eyes burned into me as I stared straight ahead, watching the little snowflakes fall from the sky, landing on the windshield, melting instantly. I knew a lecture was coming on as I waited for him to say something. And I knew no matter what I said, it was going to come out sounding stupid. Hell, even I knew it was stupid, but I was falling in love with him and nothing was going to stop me from seeing him tonight.

  “Annie! Why would you do something so stupid?” he asked, gently grabbing my arm and squeezing it. My body shuddered from his touch. I wasn’t used to this. How can one boy ... er’ ... man make me feel this way? With just one touch, my body melted like butter.

  I glanced up and got a whiff of his amber scented cologne. Just smelling him set my heart into an arrhythmia. Was this normal?

  “I was trying to find a way to come see you,” I choked.

  “Well, killing yourself by jumping off the roof is not the way to go. Promise me you won’t do that again,” he pleaded. I was expecting him to crack a smile, but he didn’t. His face was stone serious as he waited for me to make my promise.

  “I promise,” I whispered. Then neither of us said a word as we drove to his house. I wasn’t sure if he was mad or just waiting for me to say something. When we pulled into his driveway, ice balls the size of quarters came beating down onto the car.

  “Shit! You stay here! I’ll get you an umbrella,” he ordered before stepping out of the car, into the sleet. Within seconds, he was standing beside the door with an umbrella over his head. A warm sensation came over me when he held me tightly against him, then we both ran quickly to the front door.

  “Whew ... that’s nasty out there. If this keeps up, you may have to stay the night. Those roads will be nothing but a solid sheet of ice,” he said, smiling as he shook the ice balls from his hair. My heart dropped to my stomach when I realized what he had just said. My cheeks grew red at the thought of spending the night with him ... alone. After taking off my boots and black hoodie, I suddenly became self-conscious, realizing that I was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and sweatpants. At the time, I was only thinking practical when I was contemplating jumping off my porch roof. Sweat pants and a hoodie seemed like the right clothing for it. Now, I felt worse when I looked over and saw that Cory was wearing designer jeans and a cream colored sweater that fit his body perfectly.

  “What’s wrong?” He saw the disgusted look on my face when we walked into the kitchen. Everything looked elegant. The table was dressed in white linen with two long white candles burning in the center. Two glass plates were set, one with a red rose lying on top, which I assumed was for me. There were also two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine waiting to be popped open. The smell of garlic filled the room, making my mouth water and my stomach growl.

  “I look like a scruff,” I said, closing my eyes, groaning.

  Cory laughed then replied, “Why do you think that?”

  I opened my eyes when I felt the heat from his body standing next to me.

  “Look at me. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m wearing sweatpants and you’re wearing ...” He pressed his finger against my lips, silencing me.

  “Would it make you feel better if I go change into sweatpants?” he grinned, exposing his two perfect dimples. I nodded my head yes. Without saying another word, he took off upstairs. I stood in the kitchen, chuckling quietly, envisioning what he looked like undressed. God, how did I get so lucky? Suddenly, without even giving it a second thought, I found myself following him upstairs. My heart raced. I was hungry, but not for food ... for him. At the top of the stairs, a light streamed from underneath one of the doors. I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, then quietly blew it out, slowly grabbed the door handle, and turned. The door opened instantly.

  I gasped when I saw that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, just sweatpants. How can one man be so beautiful? His chest was a work of art, muscles so defined that you could wash clothes off him. I had the sudden urge to run my fingers over every line, every curve of his naked body. When I looked further south I saw that he, too, was just as excited as I was.

  Every nerve in my body jolted awake as I walked toward him. I wanted him ... now. With all my weight, I slammed my body against his, pushing him onto the bed. I felt like a whole other person, finally breaking out of her shell. I never imagined myself seducing a man, but here I was throwing myself at him like I had done this a million times. I wanted to rip his clothes off and eat him alive. I slowly reached my hand down to pull his sweat pants off. I needed to see him ... all of him.

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sp; Our lips never parted as I rolled onto my side so he could yank his sweatpants from his ankles. My breath caught in my throat when I saw how huge and hard he was. His dark brown eyes looked black as he gently tugged at my t-shirt. At first, I was hesitant. Was I ready for him to see me, all of me? All my rolls and extra spare tires? Then he sensed my hesitation.

  “Annie ... if you’re not ready we can wait,” he said in the sweetest voice I’d ever heard. UGH! I’m ready, so ready. I just didn’t want him to see my fat body.

  “What’s wrong?” He breathed gently against my skin.

  I glanced down at his maleness and gulped. Just seeing him made me hot. God, I was ready. Annie, get over yourself! He wants you and you want him.

  “Can we turn off the light?” I whispered.

  “Sure,” he chuckled and in one fluid move, he got up from the bed, flicked off the light, and crawled back into bed beside me. I felt relieved as I undressed in the dark.

  “Here let me help you,” he breathed into my neck. I jumped when his hot hands touched my bare thigh. I moaned as his hands slowly glided up my thighs before grabbing my underwear. He lightly grazed his lips down my body as he slipped my underwear down to my ankles, leaving a hot trail on my skin from his warm breath. Then he pressed his hardness against my leg as he leaned against me.

  I moaned softly when his hands cupped my breasts. And I don’t know what came over me when I slowly glided my hand down his chest and across his stomach, tracing my fingers along the contours of his hard stomach. Then I found myself moving down, until I came to the tip of his penis. He shuddered at my touch. Then I carefully wrapped my hand around his shaft and squeezed as he moaned in ecstasy. We kissed as I continued to squeeze him. Suddenly, I felt his hand trace along my stomach, gliding over my rolls until he came to the hot center between my thighs.

  I grew hot as he rested his hand between my legs. Cory kissed me hungrily as he slowly touched me. I gasped when his fingers glided between my folds, stroking and rubbing. My breathing came quickly as he continued to work magic with his fingers stroking me faster and faster when suddenly he stopped to look at me.

  “NO! Please don’t stop,” I begged, then grabbed his hand and placed it back where I was moist, hot and tender. We both moaned in ecstasy as he continued to stroke faster and harder. Every nerve in my body was on fire, ready to explode. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, forcing his face closer to mine as he continued to stroke me.

  Suddenly, white lights exploded all around me as my body spasmed. We both moaned as my body twitched in ecstasy. I lifted his head from my breast so I could look into his beautiful eyes. They were glistening.

  “I’m sorry,” he breathed onto my skin and kissed the corner of my mouth. I scrunched my eyebrows together, confused. I had just had my first orgasm and he was apologizing?

  “Sorry, for what?” I asked.

  He sat up, rubbing his hand through his dark tousled hair. “For making a mess on you,” he replied, glancing down at my leg. That’s when I felt something warm and wet. I looked down and saw the milky white substance dripping from my leg.

  “Oh!” Was all I could say as a huge smile spread across my face. Cory stood up and quickly walked across the hall to the bathroom. Within seconds, he came back with a wad of tissues. His face was flushed red as he gently wiped my leg.

  “Cory, please don’t be embarrassed,” I gently cooed. “It makes me feel good that I can excite you.” Then I gently rubbed my fingers along his arm, hoping to seduce him again.

  “Excite you? Annie, you do more than excite me,” Cory gently replied, lying on the bed beside me. “You make me think crazy things and I want to do crazy things. I just hope that I’m man enough for you.” I swallowed hard when he turned to throw the tissue in the garbage, baring his perfect, hard ass. I knew then that I wasn’t done with him. Not now, not ever.

  For the first time, I was grateful there was an ice storm going on outside. Because tonight was the night that things were going to get crazy ... starting with me biting his perfect ass.

  Chapter 8

  The shrill ring of Cory’s cell phone woke us both up from a deep sleep. When I sat up in the bed, panic shot through me. For a moment, I had forgotten where I was and the very fact that I was completely naked.

  “Hello,” Cory’s voice was rough with sleep. With two hands, I quickly pulled the comforter up to my chin, covering every square inch of my fat, naked body. Cory turned to look at me with a huge grin on his perfect face, then his expression changed quickly as he focused on the phone conversation.

  “Oh yes, she’s still here ... ummm ... we were watching a movie and lost track of the time,” Cory stammered. His dark eyes grew wide as he turned his legs around to sit on the edge of the bed, exposing his bare back. I leaned over the other side of the bed to look at the alarm clock on the night stand. OH, MY GOD! It’s going on midnight. My parents are going to kill me! I quickly jumped out of bed and gathered up my clothes. My cheeks grew hot as I quickly struggled to pull on my underwear then my sweatpants. Ugh!!! Now was not the time to forget which leg went into which hole! I nearly fell over a couple of times trying to pull them on. I could only imagine if they had been jeans, I would probably be lying flat on my face by now.

  “Yes, Mrs. Powers. It is getting nasty outside. Ummm ... yeah, the power flickered here a couple of times, too,” I gave him a peculiar glance. How would he know that the lights flickered? We were in his dark bedroom making love most of the night. “Sure, sure, I think that would be a wise decision, too.” I scrunched my eyes close together as I watched him squirm while talking to my mother. The suspense was killing me. What were he and my mother talking about? What would be a wise decision?

  “Yes, I’ll tell her. And yes, I promise I’ll have her home first thing in the morning,” he replied then chuckled as soon as he closed his cell phone. My heart raced, waiting for him to tell me what was going on, especially when I heard him say that I was going to be spending the entire night here.

  “That was your mother,” he said, laughing and shaking his head as he stood up from the bed. I nearly choked when I saw that he was still naked, in all his glory. He had the most perfect physique I’d ever seen. Not that I had seen many naked men, but I’ve read enough romance novels to envision them, and Cory was by far the sexiest that I’d ever imagined.

  The sound of Cory clearing his throat broke my reverie. My face grew hot from embarrassment when I realized that he caught me staring at his manhood longer than I should have and his light laughter didn’t make me feel any better. I quickly turned around and sat down in the rocking chair that was sitting in the corner of his bedroom. Ugh! My socks didn’t seem to want to cooperate either as I struggled to put them back on.

  “What are you doing?” he asked then walked across the room to stand before me with his manhood dangling inches from my face. I gulped and turned my head toward the wall. “Getting dressed,” I replied, swallowing another hard lump in my throat.

  “Why? We have all night,” he said. When I turned around, a huge smile was painted across his face. His dimples were exposed, too. My heart sputtered. What is wrong with me? How could something as simple as dimples cause havoc to someone’s heart? I’ve seen many dimples on guy’s faces, but only Cory’s dimples had any real effect on me.

  “Do you really think that me staying overnight is a good idea?” I asked, then I closed my eyes and tilted my head down so he couldn’t see the confused expression prevalent upon my face. A thousand different emotions scrambled inside me, emotions that I still wasn’t sure how to handle or what they meant. Part of me wanted to get undress again and feel his warm body against me, but the other part of me was scared and yes, still self-conscious. I know he didn’t seem to care or mind my extra rolls or maybe he was too horny to care, but either way, I still hated my body and that was the bottom line. I knew earlier that I was too caught up in the heated moment to care about what my body looked like. But now I was brought back to reality, and the reality was
that whatever was going on between us wasn’t going to work.

  “Yes! Yes, I do,” he said, kneeling down so that he face was lower than mine, then looked up at me. Cory grabbed my hands and held them tightly on my lap. The glow of moonlight pouring into the room from the window lit up his face like an angel. And his dark eyes glistened as he waited for me to say something, but when I opened my mouth all that came out was a jagged sigh.

  “Why are you so scared?” He demanded as his eyes searched mine. What was I supposed to tell him? That I hated my body and I hated him seeing it? That sometimes I wished I could take a butcher knife and start cutting away the fat, just like a hunter does with his buck. Tears starting flowing down my cheeks as I sat in silence.

  “Annie, please tell me what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Did I do something to upset you? Please tell me ... I’m dying here,” he begged then stood on his knees not caring that he was naked and begged me to tell him.

  I blew out another jagged sigh. “Cory, it’s not you, it’s me,” I quietly replied, knowing how cliché it sounded.

  “What? What? Tell me,” he pleaded, then stood and backed up, making me blush again at the sight of his manhood. I snapped my head around to stare at the bed while he quickly gathered his sweatpants and pulled them on gracefully.

  “If you don’t tell me then I’m going to have to tickle you,” he threatened with a huge grin on his face. The thought of him grabbing my chub and tickling me horrified me.

  “I’m fat! Okay? There I said it ... I’m fat,” I sobbed. I started for the door when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me around to face him.

  “Annie, we’ve been through this before. Why can’t you understand that I don’t care that you have a little extra weight.” A little extra weight? Is he blind as a bat? I sighed heavily, pulling my wrist from his firm grip. I could see the desperation in his dark eyes as he stared at me. I wanted to take my fist and pound it hard against my head. Why am I being so stupid? This gorgeous guy standing before me ... wants me ... all of me. He just gave me my first orgasm and I want to run away with my tail between my legs. What the hell is wrong with me?