Chubby Chaser

by Kahoko Yamada

  “I got a free day today from tutoring. You mind if I come over?” he asked, his voice scared and anxious; he was anything but.

  “You can come over, but make it quick. My mom will be home from work in a few hours.”

  “I’m coming right now. See you in a few.” Jason was actually only a few minutes from Emily’s place, having headed that way before she had given him an official answer, because he knew what the answer would be.

  As soon as Emily opened the door, Jason was on her, kissing her, taking off her clothes. He lifted her up and laid her on the couch in the living room. He undressed himself in seconds and then strutted over to Emily, keen on trying the kinky stuff he hadn’t gotten a chance to do on homecoming. He straddled her face, aiming his dick toward her mouth. “Suck, baby.”

  Emily wrapped her delicate fingers around Jason’s cock and inserted it into her mouth. As she fellated him, Jason reached down between her legs and stroked her. Emily wasn’t the best at giving head (she didn’t know how to move her hands in conjunction with her mouth, she didn’t suck when she went up and down his shaft, and she didn’t lick the slit in his dick or the underside of his shaft; or his balls or his taint), but he hadn’t had any in a month, and at least she wasn’t one of those girls who liked to bite. He wondered whether Sara was any good at giving head. She looked as though she would be. She had the fullest, most succulent lips—no! He shook his head to clear his mind of Sara.

  “You okay, baby?” Emily asked, her hands still wrapped around his dick.

  “Yeah, I’m good.” He leaned down and kissed Emily. He kept his eyes open and on hers as he stretched his body out on the couch and in between her legs. Screw the kinky stuff. He needed to get laid. Now. He had to get Sara out of his head. His eyes stayed on Emily as he placed himself inside her and began thrusting. He concentrated as hard as he possibly could on Emily’s pretty, thin face to block out the image of the pudgy but somehow more beautiful face of Sara’s.

  “Baby, are you sure you’re okay? You’re looking at me kinda funny.”

  “Yeah, sorry.” Jason was anything but okay, which is why he had to keep his eyes and his mind focused on Emily, because if he did that, then he wouldn’t be thinking about Sara, and her long, pretty red hair and her mesmerizing, beautiful blue eyes and her pulpy, toothsome big tits—no! Not again! How could his mind keep drifting toward fat-ass Sara when he was with Emily, a girl most guys would give their right nut to fuck?

  Jason left Emily’s immediately after he came. He hadn’t needed to bother with an excuse to explain why he hadn’t been able to stay longer, because Emily’s mother was due home any minute. Emily had insisted that he call her later, and Jason had promised he would, even though he wouldn’t.

  I guess it’s not the drought thing, Jason thought on the drive home. But it had to be something. It couldn’t be that he genuinely found Sara attractive. There was no way in hell it could be that. So what was it? He racked his brain through every stop sign and red light, and then it hit him as he parked in his driveway: he didn’t simply need to sleep with someone; he needed the thrill and the excitement of sleeping with someone new. Emily might have been the hottest girl in school, but at this point, sleeping with her was old hat for him. Having a different girl every weekend was his MO, not having the same one for months on end. He needed a new girl. A new, hot girl.

  He didn’t have time to find one on Wednesday. He had football practice, and he couldn’t miss that even if he wanted to. Coach Logan would kill him, and he was already pissed at Jason for fucking up on Monday.

  On Thursday he had plans as well: another tutoring session with Sara, but he was going to put the kibosh on that, so he could go hunting for girls. He decided to call Sara Wednesday night after he got out of football practice rather than tell her the next day at school. He wanted to avoid making an ass out of himself in front of her the way he had on Tuesday. He didn’t know what it was, but being around her made his palms sweat, made him talk like a loser, made him act like a dumbass, and made him feel weird inside; and then Jason realized—much to his horror—that Sara made him act the same way Andy acted whenever he was around a pretty girl. Well, she wouldn’t anymore, not after tomorrow; tomorrow he was nipping this thing in the bud.

  “Hello?” Sara had answered the phone.

  Jason got a warm, tingly sensation in the pit of his stomach when he heard her voice (she sounded so cute and adorable) and then berated himself for feeling this way.

  “Hello? Jason? Are you there?”

  “Yeah, it’s me, baby—I mean, Sara. It’s me, Sara. Hi, how ya doin’?” Jason smacked himself in the head with his free hand. Not only did Sara have the power to make him act like a douche whenever she was near him but she also had the power to do it over the phone. He hoped she wouldn’t be able to tell over the phone that he was acting like a total idiot.

  “Um, I’m fine. Say, you wouldn’t be drunk calling me, would you?”

  Damn. She could tell. “No, I’m sober. I’m completely sober. I’m . . . I’m just calling to tell you that”—I’m just calling to tell you that I’m a complete and total loser—“I’m just calling to tell you that I won’t be able to make it to our tutoring session tomorrow. I have something else to do.”

  “Oh. Okay. Is it something to do with your dad? You sound really nervous.”

  “Yeah, it’s him,” Jason told her, though it wasn’t the truth; if she was going to give him a good excuse, he was going to take it.

  “You still don’t wanna tell me about what’s going on between you and him?”

  “It’s hard to talk about. Can we just leave it at that?”

  “Um, yeah. Sure. Okay.” She sounded hurt—a surprise to Jason, as she had always made the effort to make herself seem strong and tough—hurt because of him.

  “You’re not mad, are you?”

  “No, I’m just worried about you. You’re having all these issues with your dad, and you won’t talk about it. Weren’t you the one who told me it was good to get things off your chest?”

  “I’ve got everything under control, I promise. Next week we’ll be back to our normal tutoring sessions, so don’t worry, okay?”

  “Okay.” She sounded as though she didn’t believe him, and he still heard concern in her voice. It was concern for his well-being, and hearing it made him feel like an asshole for lying to her. “I’ll see you next Tuesday, then.”

  “All right.”

  “Bye.”

  “Bye.” Jason ended the call and hit himself in the head with his phone. He was such a fucking asshole.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Jason had been through all his morning classes and still hadn’t found a mattressable girl: Christina Belcher was pretty hot. She was a natural blond, had a cute face, and had legs for days. But, despite her great legs, she had no ass, and it looked as though she wore an A cup. Ellen Singer had a nice pair of tits and a nice ass. But her face required a bag or only hitting it from the back. Michelle Dillon was perfect. Until you got close enough to see her acne and her crooked teeth, that was.

  It wasn’t until lunch that he found a worthy girl: Kimberly Weitsel. She wasn’t a perfect ten, but she was still a hottie. And she had a reputation for being wild and loose, which meant she was probably great in the sack. She was Emily’s best friend, though, which made things more complicated, but Jason did love a challenge. He couldn’t remember whether Emily had lunch this period, so he looked around the room to see whether she was in the vicinity, and fortunately, she was nowhere in sight.

  “Hey, J, there’s Darlene,” Eric said. “And it looks like he’s wearing a skirt today. Let’s go fuck with him.”

  “Rain check, man. I got something better in mind,” Jason said, while keeping his eyes on Kimberly.

  “What?”

  “Not what, man. Who.” He nodded toward Kimberly.

  “Isn’t she friends with Emily?”

  Jason nodded and smiled.

  “Well, play on, playa.�
�� Eric bumped fists with him. “What about Miss Piggy?”

  “Still working on it.” Jason took off toward Kimberly. He wanted to get to work on her as soon as possible. And he wanted to avoid any further discussion of the bet.

  “Hey, work on it as long as you need to. I love winning bets,” Eric called after him.

  Jason sidled up next to Kimberly. She had on a tight-fitting pink- and blue-striped polo shirt that accentuated her bouncy breasts and a blue skirt that barely passed the school’s slap test. “Hey, Kim.”

  “Hi. Are you, like, looking for Emily or something?” she asked. “’Cause she’s not here. She has lunch next period.”

  “No, I know that. I was actually looking for you.”

  “Me? Why? Like, I don’t understand.” She gasped. “Are you, like, trying to plan something romantic for her and want me to help, ’cause I’m totes in if you are.”

  “You know what? I am, actually. I was wondering if you could meet me in the parking lot after school. Do you know what kinda car I drive?”

  “Hells yeah! You’ve got that hot blue car.” Kimberly twirled a strand of hair around her index finger and smiled at him. Jason couldn’t tell whether she was trying to flirt with him or was simply being her usual vacuous self.

  (Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Eric, Andy, Matt, and Collin chase Darren out of the cafeteria.)

  “Great, I’ll see you, then. And don’t tell Emily what we’re doing, okay? I want it to be a surprise.” Jason gave her a sexy smile.

  “Don’t worry, I won’t. Like, I totes got you covered.” She smiled at him again, turned her body toward him, crossed her legs—revealing she wasn’t wearing any panties—and rubbed his forearm.

  “Great. Thanks.” Jason gave her another sexy smile, patted her on the bare part of her upper thigh, and then left her to go back to his table. He felt a little disappointed: he was hoping for a challenge, but this—this was going to be as easy as taking candy from a baby.

  While in AP calculus, Jason watched Sara: she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and then went back to writing in her notebook. He wondered what she was writing about, what she was thinking about. Though he was loath to admit it, he hoped she was thinking about him. He wanted to go sit next to her, talk to her. But he couldn’t. At school they weren’t—well, they weren’t anything, and if people saw them sitting together, talking to each other, they might start to suspect something, and that wouldn’t be good, at least not for Jason. For Sara it would be akin to winning the lottery and going to Krispy Kreme all on the same day.

  Something tapped Jason on his leg: he looked down to find Eric holding a phone. It was playing a video of Eric having sex with Alyson Manning. Jason turned to Eric and nodded, and then he resumed watching Sara.

  “J?” Eric whispered.

  “What?” Jason responded, not taking his eyes off Sara.

  “Are you . . . you’re not . . .”

  “What?”

  “You’re not checking out Miss Piggy . . . are you?” Eric asked, in the same tone of voice Jason and his friends would ask a guy whether he was gay.

  “Of course not,” Jason said, in his usual smooth, calm voice.

  “You were staring at her pretty hard.”

  “Staring at who?” Andy whispered from the other side of Eric.

  “Ms. Piggy,” Eric replied.

  “No one. I was staring at no one. I was just thinking.”

  “About?” Eric pried.

  Jason was at a loss for words. This was one of the few times he was unable to think of a decent lie on the spot.

  The bell rang, signaling the end of class and the end of school.

  “It’s nothing worth talking about. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna leave this sausage fest to go entertain the hot blond waiting for me by my car.” Jason gave his friends a devilish grin, grabbed his stuff, and walked out of the classroom—cool, calm, and collected on the outside and fraught, flustered, and frayed on the inside. This will all be over soon, he told himself. All he had to do was fuck Kimberly, and he would be back to normal before anyone found out that he had been hot for Sara Krason.

  Kimberly stood by Jason’s car, her eyes on her phone and her mouth popping gum. Jason was of two minds about approaching her: a part of him wanted to hurry up and sleep with Kimberly, so he could go back to feeling like his old self, and the other part didn’t want to sleep with her at all, which was crazy. Kim was a hot girl, and she was down for just about anything, if her reputation was to be believed. There should be no hesitating on his part. He should be on her like white on rice. So why wasn’t he? Was it because of . . . her? Stop being such a pussy, Jason! He made up his mind and resolved to sleep with Kimberly, but it had taken another minute of talking himself into it before he actually approached her.

  “Hey, Kim,” he said, giving her a sexy grin.

  “Just a sec,” she said, her eyes still on her phone. “Just gotta tweet this real quick . . . and done!” She put her phone in her purse and turned toward him. “So, what are you planning for Emily? Like, is it some romantic picnic on the beach just for the two of you that you want me to lead her to?”

  Jason pressed the button on his car keys to unlock the doors. “Get in, I’ll show you.”

  “Okay.” She opened the passenger door and climbed in. “Ooh, leather seats. So nice.”

  “Thanks.”

  Jason drove to the cemetery behind Chelsea Park. The cemetery was large, had heavy foot traffic, and was near a busy intersection, thus making it the perfect place for an in-full-view hook up. Jason loved hooking up in public: the risk of someone catching him upped the thrill factor, and the possibility of someone catching him doing it somewhere as sacred as a cemetery made it even hotter.

  He parked across from a small church situated near the south entrance. The church had two stone gargoyles out in front. Jason wondered whether he should show this place to Sara. She liked horror movies and Halloween, and she was into art, so she might want to use the gargoyles to make a painting for her portfolio for Wesleyan.

  “So, like, is the picnic going to be in the cemetery or something?” Kimberly asked. “’Cause if so, then ew! Emily would so not be down for that.”

  Jason had forgotten she was there, his thoughts of Sara making him lose focus of why he had come to the cemetery in the first place: to fuck a hot, slutty girl, so he would stop thinking about Sara all the time and in that way. He did his best to put Sara out of his mind. He turned to Kimberly.

  “I actually brought you out here because I wanted to talk to you about something, Kim.” He pretended to be agitated.

  “Me? What about?” Shifting in her seat, she looked intrigued by his statement.

  “Well, I . . . well, I like you, Kim. I like you a lot. I always have.”

  “You have?” She smiled and twirled her hair around her finger. An excited beat elapsed, and then she asked, “But what about Emily? Like, aren’t you with her?” Screwing over her friend was clearly an afterthought.

  “Not anymore. I don’t wanna be with Emily. I wanna be with you.” He paused and then exhibited his puppy-dog eyes as he asked her, “Don’t you wanna be with me?”

  Without waiting for an answer, he went in for a kiss. She didn’t pull away. In fact, she returned his kiss with a more passionate one of her own. The minty smell of the gum she had been chewing filled his nostrils as she stuck her tongue inside his mouth. She used one hand to stroke his neck and face; the other to undo his belt and zipper.

  Kimberly slid her hand down Jason’s boxers, rubbing him until he was hard. She then climbed over the armrests and onto his lap, dry humping him while making out with him.

  The clock on the dashboard was on (that bitch must have hit it when she had climbed over the armrests). It was three thirty. His tutoring session with Sara would be starting right now had he kept it. He thought about all the cool stuff Sara would be saying if he had gone. She was always turning him on to cool stuff he had never heard of bef
ore, such as Bjork and Nosferatu.

  Hot girl grinding on your lap, Jason! Focus!

  He brought his attention back to Kimberly. And to regaining his lost erection. He reached under her skirt and smacked her panties-free ass, making her moan. He smacked her ass again. Another moan. Keeping his hands underneath her skirt, he moved his fingers toward her pussy and started fingering her. Her body writhed and contorted with each stroke until she was convulsing. Her juices began running down his hand.

  Kimberly unbuttoned the fly on Jason’s boxers, took him in her hand, and guided him inside her. Up and down, back and forth were the motions she repeated on his lap, like a jockey on a horse, her moans short and urgent. Jason was rapt and into it at first, but his mind soon returned to Sara: If I had gone to Sara’s, she’d probably be cracking me up right about now. She’s so fucking funny, especially when she’s teasing me.

  “Um, Jason, baby, you—you’re dick—like, it’s not hard anymore,” Kimberly told him.

  He had lost his hard-on while thinking about Sara again. “Give me a minute.” He closed his eyes and fantasized about girls with big boobs and phat (not fat!) asses. Within seconds he was hard again, and they continued having sex. It wasn’t long, though, before his mind drifted back toward Sara, only this time, Jason didn’t fight it. Instead, he imagined Sara was the one on top of him, riding him, her long red hair cascading over her shoulders and her large breasts dangling in front of his face like forbidden fruit. He took a bite by nibbling and sucking on her nipples. He smacked her ass, hard, again and again. Her ecstatic moans became more and more pronounced, and his breathing became more and more rapid until they came together. Spent and happy, Jason’s breathing returned to normal. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this good, and he didn’t think there was anything anyone could do to ruin it. That was, until Kimberly laid her head on his shoulder, shattering the beautiful illusion that it was Sara he had made love to and replacing it with the vile reality that it was Kimberly he had fucked. And then came the shame: he felt shame for having had to fantasize about having sex with a fat girl to get through sex with a hot girl.