Pineappleman: What are you wearing right now? Tease me baby.
Curves: A black silk robe…open. I’m lying in my bed thinking of you and that beard of yours scraping over my nipples.
Pineappleman: Fuck, the things you do to a man. I’m stuffing that sweet pussy with two thick fingers while sucking on your clit. Touch yourself and pretend it’s me.
Curves. I’m so wet. Your fingers fucking me, your tongue tasting me.
Pineappleman: I’m so damn hard. We could meet, get a room. You and me no strings. One night.
Curves: I’m licking my fingers, pretending they’re yours…
Pineappleman: You’re killing me, woman. At least send me a photo.
Pineappleman: So no photo no room. Will you call me? Can I call you. Let me hear you while you get off.
Curves: I’ll call you. I’m not about to give you my number so you can track down my address and break in on me and molest me in my sleep or something.
Pineappleman: I promise you’d enjoy it. Anyway 555-9876
“Pineappleman,” I whisper.
“Fuck me, sweetheart, your voice is even better than I imagined.”
I have to admit hearing his husky voice is a relief.
A girl never can be too careful. I’ve seen too many episodes of Catfish. It’s a scary world out there.
“So, you still stroking that cock for me?” A smile spreads across my face. I’ve been chatting with Pineappleman for months.
“Damn straight I am. You got your fingers buried in that pussy for me?”
I blush even though he can’t see me. I am so not this forward in person.
I can’t believe I actually caved and called him.
My fingers glide in and out of my velvet tunnel while Pineappleman grunts in my ear, telling me all the things he’d do to get me off. “I’d lick you all over. Suck on them titties…finger fuck that pussy.”
Eventually, I fall asleep to the sound of his heavy breathing on the line, wishing I could open up more. Wishing I was a risk taker. However, I’ve seen too many episodes of shows about unsolved murders where women disappear after meeting a man online.
“Faith, please do this for me,” my brother, Eddie, tries pleading with my deaf ears. I’m not falling for it this time. Last time I did him a favor, I ended up getting into a catfight with Darin’s ex-girlfriend. That girl is vile. I bear a scar on my left arm from her claws. “But he doesn’t wanna put Beans in boarding that long.”
I grumble, he knows I have a sweet spot for Beans—Darin’s Boston Terrier.
Darin is my brother’s best friend and business partner; they are both also my employers. They always need me to do them favors that end in trouble for me. Way more trouble than it is usually worth.
I shake my head. He isn’t going to guilt me. Nope. Not this time.
The last time I went to Darin’s condo, it was so Jillian could pick up her clothes after they’d split up and she’d moved out. She was trying to take shit that didn’t belong to her, and I ended up getting in a dispute over Darin’s grandma’s china. They hadn’t even been dating that long, and I couldn’t accept it when they moved into together. Darin isn’t a commitment type of guy. He never has been. I have observed his revolving door of relationships since I was in grade school. That’s when he moved in down the street from us and he was girl crazy at the age of twelve, sneaking girls into my brother’s treehouse and playing seven minutes in heaven.
“We’ve already purchased the tickets. Non-refundable.”
“Not my dilemma! You could’ve cleared with me before accepting the job!” I slam the door to his office and escape to my desk—my place. I know it fully. I work as a secretary for my brother and Darin. They own a contracting business. I hold down the office while they gallivant across the country building tree-houses. Absolutely, you are reading that accurately, I said treehouses. It’s a popular thing now. My brother is good at what he does. Although when he announced to my family what he wished to do for a living I had a good laugh.
Eddie has always been a big dreamer and a believer in chasing rainbows. I’ve always been the more reserved one, the one who recognizes their place in the world. I’m a chubby, a plump girl—thunder thighs. Tell me a fat girl joke and I can probably do you one better. I learned fast to laugh at myself before others could. I wouldn’t have survived high school if I hadn’t. I was the bright, playful, pudgy young woman who was inhaling her emotions in her weight in donuts.
Eddie opens his door and parks his bottom on the corner of my desk. I’m not bitter that him and Darin are discovering the world all the while all I’m seeing is my computer screen.
“Come on, Faith. I’d ask Claire to do it but she’s in the city all week at the firm.” I roll my eyes and grimace. Claire’s my brother’s skinny bitch of a girlfriend; she’s an entertainment lawyer. Perfect figure, perfect heart-shaped face—one I’d like to punch. She’s all wrong for my brother. But what do I know? I merely lived with him for twenty years, until I went away to college, after our dad passed away from colon cancer.
“Don’t start that shit. I know you don’t care for Claire, but she’s the one. Muffin,” he states with a grin, knowing it will make me smile. Our dad always called me Muffin, since I was a baby. I was heavy then too. I’ve always been on the curvy side of the scale. “What’s it going to take, Faith?” He tugs on my blonde tendril and it springs back into place.
“I need a raise. I want my weekends off. No more on call for emergencies, that needs to fall on you and Darin.” My brother is a huge tightwad. There’s no way I’ll get more money out of him. He’s saving to build Claire her dream home and give her a lavish wedding. Gag me.
A Woman like Claire will never be satisfied. She thinks Eddie will give up on his treehouses and join corporate America. That will never happen. Him and Darin have dreamed of this since they were boys and now that they are actually living and breathing their dream, they’ll never give it up. I’ll never let that happen. Our dad was so proud the day he started this business for real. Growing up, Eddie was constantly building something. Whether it be a clubhouse or a box car, he loved making things.
“Done. Darin and I have been talking about raising your salary for a few months. You do good here, Faith. We’d be lost without you.”
I hold my palm to my breast, biting back my tears. Eddie never says thank you or implies at the slightest inclination that I am appreciated. His forest green eyes that mirror my own are radiating with pride. Is he really proud of me? He runs his fingers through his golden mane, that reaches his shoulders. I call him a dirty hippie in his flannels and holey jeans.
One perk of working for my brother—the tree hugger, I can wear what I choose to work. He never speaks a word about my pinup alter ego. I prefer to dress very glamorous, despite my stature. I embrace my curvy side now days. I love rockabilly fashion. Once I went away to college I met other girls like me and jointly we learned to embrace our size. Today, I’m wearing my lemon print capris, and a red scoop neck tee paired with my candy apple red peep-toe pumps.
“Okay then, tell Darin to leave his keys and instructions on my desk.”
“You won’t regret this, sis.” He kisses my cheek and yells for his colleague. “Yo, Darin, it’s a go. We need to be at the airport in two hours.”
I scowl at my brother and his all-knowing shit-eating-smirk. They planned to spring this on me, last minute, all along. Assholes.
Darin steps from his office, the sheer opposite of my brother. Wavy brown hair cropped short with an all-around fade. He’s suave in his fitted jeans and black crew shirt. He has a nice gym body. We usually workout together three days a week. I admit I’ve always had a bit of a juvenile crush on him, but I likewise know he’s a player and would never see me as anything but “Muffin” top that is. I suppose he’s become my best friend too in a peculiar sense. I can hardly recall an occasion when he wasn’t a part of my existence.
Beans is trailing behind him grunting like a little pig. His ears are standing tall as Darin leads him to me by his harnessed leash.
“Auntie Faith is gonna take good care of ya, boy.” He crouches down and lifts him up for a goodbye kiss, before depositing him on my lap. Thankfully this dog doesn’t shed, or we’d be fighting. I don’t like pet hair getting on my clothes. Finding quality clothes in my style and size isn’t cheap. Plus-size fashion is pricey. Add top of the market quality in and I can spend two weeks’ pay on one outfit.
“Later, losers.” I flip Eddie the bird as Darin leaves his keys on my desk.
“Thanks, Faith. I truly appreciate this. We’ll talk when I get back. I’ll treat you to dinner.” He kisses the corner of my mouth delicately. His velvety lips brush the corner of my mouth, and for a moment I thought he was going to actually kiss me. But just that light brush of his lips, causes my mouth to tingle. I am certain I am blushing. You’d think after all these years that his charm wouldn’t affect me, but it does. I’m like a handful of M&M’s melting in his palm.
“Sure, whatever, if I’m not busy,” I respond with a weak smile. What does we’ll talk mean? When I glance up he’s still standing by my desk with an idiotic grin on his face. It’s unnatural. I know my response sounds bitchy, but I have been stood up by him one too many times for an easy lay in the past.
“Well…have a good trip.”
“You too. I mean, I’ll talk to you later. Bye, Faith.”
“Bye,” I whisper and wonder if he’s been drinking in his office.
Darin grabs his luggage with a wink. When he should open the door to go out it he strolls into the wall. He shakes his head and leaves.
I stare after him. What’s with him today?
“It’s just you and me, kid.” I scratch Beans’ belly as he stretches out in my lap. He’s still a puppy at 5 months’ old. His mouth is curved into an elated smile. The glass door to our modest office, established in the center of a rundown shopping plaza closes, and I watch as Eddie and Darin hop in my brother’s rusting tin can of a truck.
We could afford a better neighborhood, but Eddie says the rent here is too cheap to move.
Once I’m sure the dickweed duo has gone for good, I load Beans into his carrier and strap him in the backseat of my Chevy Malibu.
If I’m stuck staying at Darin’s all week I am taking advantage and ditching the office early. I’ll have all calls forwarded to my cell phone. Eddie and Darin won’t know whether I am indeed at my desk or not, seeing how they will be in Seattle for the week, a perfect three thousand miles from Lebanon.
I drop by my house, well my childhood home. It belongs to Eddie and me, but I live here alone. Eddie prefers to reside with Claire. I prefer that he does too. It only took one night of hearing them fuck like rabbits for me to put my foot down.
I prefer the quiet of the country. Deep down I think my brother does too, but Claire loves her fancy smancy apartment in downtown Nashville. Beans is pawing around in the kitchen while I pack a bag. There’s no way I’m traveling back and forth all week, carting a pup around. Beans has serious separation anxiety issues and I’m looking forward to a quiet week without the stress work can bring. If it weren’t for me staying on top of the zoning requirements and permits for every project, DreamSky would never get any builds done. Besides there is a fabulous pool for me to lay out at Darin’s place.
The commute from Lebanon to Hermitage takes me around thirty-five minutes. Most of the traffic is driving away from the airport not towards it, thankfully. I should be getting ready to hit the gym with Darin, but he’s away, so tonight will be a cheat night. I have been dying for a steak and cheese sub from Sal’s.
I arrange my order online from my cell phone after parking in Darin’s garage and letting Beans out to do his business. I end up ordering an anti-pasta salad and fries too. Whatever I don’t eat tonight can be lunch tomorrow.
Inside, I start making myself at home. Beans is refusing to go back in his carrier, he wants held. Little punk. I eventually get him engaged with one of his toys and toss it down the narrow hallway for him to fetch.
Darin has a single apartment. It’s tiny but nice. He has top of the line appliances and all hardwood flooring. The décor is basic and manly. A single piece of driftwood and a black and white print of him and Beans sits on the fireplace mantle.
I toss my bag onto the armchair by his closet and wonder if his sheets are clean. Darin is a bit of a manwhore. I should have brought my own bedding or just kept Beans at my place, but I am looking forward to working from the poolside and working on my tan. Stripping the sheets off I thrust them in the washer. The laundry is in the bathroom and I keep knocking my backside against the wall. This place is just too cramped for a girl my size. By the time I get the bedding going I have just enough time to change into my vegging out clothes before my meal is delivered.
Fifteen minutes later there’s a powerful knock at the door. Yes! My food is here.
As soon as I open the door for the guy Beans darts out into the hall.
“Beans!” I cry as he makes his way three doors down and scratches. I seize my food, slinging it on the kitchen counter. I already paid when I ordered. The pimple faced delivery boy laughs at me as I run down the hall. I could swear I overhear him making a crack about an earthquake.
Ignoring his cackles, I squat down to pluck up Beans and pray my yoga pants don’t split up the crack of my ass. Just as I’m scooping Beans into my arms the door to 7C opens. “Who the hell are you?” Some leggy brunette screeches, gawking at me. She moves to grab Beans from me and gives me an evil look like I am trying to steal him or something.
“Sorry, Beans didn’t mean to bother you. Did ya, boy?” I pet the back of his neck and he grins knowing he has been naughty.
“Don’t tell me Darin is fucking a fat ass like you now.” She flips her hair over her shoulder and laughs.
There are a lot of comebacks I could throw at her but all I want to do is cry. I know I’m not Darin’s type. Clearly this twat has been in his bed. I’ll be sleeping on the couch tonight. It shouldn’t bother me that he slept with her. Darin has slept with plenty of women. The man is far from mine. He is my boss and my friend. I’ll never be the object of his affection. Not sexually anyway.
I square my shoulders and smile. “Funny, I was just about to say that I am shocked that Darin would lay with a skinny bitch like you. I bet if you turn sideways you disappear.” I know stooping to her level is beneath me. It’s more about the fact I’m jealous she has been with D. “By the way, I’m Eddie’s sister, you know, Darin’s best friend.”
The whore from 7C grimaces and slams the door. The delivery boy is still watching the show. He is looking at me expectantly. He’s wanting his tip. “Oh, my bad, you must want your tip. Well here’s one for ya. Be careful of earthquakes. You never know when one will strike!” I slam the door in his face and tell Beans how naughty he has been.
“Traitor,” I mumble as I give him one of my fries.
My sulking and overeating is interrupted with a new text from Pineappleman. He’s this guy I’ve been talking with. I met him on one of those crappy online dating services. My Christmas present from my Aunt Irene, my mother’s sister. She is dead set on finding me a husband. She’s old fashioned in some ways. Says it isn’t proper for me to be living in a big house on my own with no man to look after me. She considers me an old maid at twenty-five. Eddie and I rarely hear from her, she travels a lot.
Pineappleman: I’ve missed your sense of humor today.
Curves: I see how it is…you only like me for my wit.
Pineappleman: I could appreciate the rest of you, but you don’t want to meet.
Ugh there it is…my fear creeping up on me. Pineappleman is different. He likes the real me, not the sister or the funny fat friend. We’ve exchanged a few pictures, none that really show the full body shot. He wouldn’t recognize me if he passed me on the street, but what would he really think of me in person? I’m good at taking photos that don’t show my true size.
I look to Beans like he can advise me. He’s in his doggy bed snoring.
Pineappleman: Did I scare you off?
Curves: No, I’m thinking about it…
Pineappleman: What’s to think about? We’ve been talking for months. I like you, I think you like me.
Curves: What if we don’t like each other once we meet. Then what?
Pineappleman: I guess we’ll never know unless you say yes.
Ugh! Why can’t I have the nerve to say yes. He’s totally sexy from what I can see in his pics. Which leads me to wonder what he’s doing talking to me.
It sounds stereotypical, but he appears as though he would be with that bitch in 7C. His hair is dark I think. He is wearing a beanie in all the pics I have seen of him. He doesn’t look like he’s a body builder or anything. I guess he’s average, but definitely not big like me.
Pineappleman: What are we watching tonight?
We have this thing where we watch one TV show together every few nights. Well we watch it at the same time and text about it.
Pineappleman: I could go for some raiding on the peaks of your body.
I’m blushing. He’s such a tease.
Pineappleman: I could come over.
Wow, he’s never offered to come to me. He usually asks me to meet him at a park or something. We haven’t even exchanged real names. We still only have screen names to go by. What if he’s a weirdo crazy person that meets women online then cuts them up or something? It’s happened. Or what if he becomes obsessed with me and stalks me?
Maybe I am being dramatic, but a girl can never be too safe.
Pineappleman: Or Not :(
Well, this isn’t my place. If he’s a crazy I can just go home…
Pineappleman: No joke?
Curves: I’m at Arbors on Old Hickory.
Pineappleman: The condos?
Curves: Yeah, you know them?
Pineappleman: You could say that. I’ll text you when I’m close.
I pop off the couch in a mad dash to put my outfit from earlier on and apply fresh deodorant after brushing my teeth. Beans is following me around and watching my every move. Little clinger.
Not even five minutes have passed when I get a text.
Pineappleman: I’m by the entrance.
Shit! That was fast.
Curves: I’m in building 7 apartment F.
Deep breaths. I put Beans in his crate, so he can’t run out on me again. Another glance over my appearance in the mirror, I determine I don't have any lipstick on my teeth. I feel positive.
He starts knocking softly on the door and now I am freaking out.
Maybe he will give up and go away.
“Curves, sweetheart, I know you’re concerned. I am too. You could be waiting to whack my penis into tiny pieces and feed it to your cats.”
I snort. “I don’t have a cat.” Shit! I clamp my hand over my mouth. I didn’t mean to say that aloud for him to discover I’m here. I don’t know if I can do this.
“You gonna let me in, I’m ready to raid, woman.”
I can’t help but snicker. I pad across the room to the door and squint at him through the peephole. He appears harmless, normal. He matches his pictures perfectly. At least what little morsel I can see of him.
Another deep breath. Unlocking the door, I force it open before I can change my mind and send him away.
“Curves,” he greets me with a grin. His eyes travel over my hips and up to my bosom. I have to avert my eyes from his overwhelming attention. I’m not used to being ogled, gawked at sure, but for remarkably different reasons than what the intensity in his eyes is giving away.
“Damn, sweetheart, you just transported me to when I was fifteen years old and reading hotrod mags just to jerkoff to the pinup queens.”
I shake my head. “You got here awful quick.”
“I actually live in building 12. I can’t believe I’ve not noticed you before.”
I step aside allowing him to come in. I’m not certain what to disclose. Will he assume it’s weird I chose to invite him over to another man’s residence?
“I don’t live here,” I admit.
“That’s cool. You invite strange men over to a stranger’s apartment regularly,” he teases.
“No. I’m pet sitting,” I say with a weak laugh. “You want to sit?” My eyes roam his frame, he’s tall but not so exceptionally big that he will tower over me. His chest is broad, but not overly thick.
He’s wearing a simple gray beanie; the same one he wears in his photos leaving me curious as to what he’s hiding beneath it.
His brown eyes are gentle and sincere as he slumps back on the sofa and takes control of the remote.
“Hey,” I gasp stealing it back. I feel somewhat uncomfortable and yet fairly comfortable being so close to this man. He’s a stranger but not. He knows my erotic fantasies and the noise I make when I get off.
His large hand spans over mine on my thigh. “I can’t believe I’m actually here, with you, face to face. It’s weird, right?” He questions, and I nod chewing on my bottom lip.
“So, Vikings?” I ask in an attempt to fill the silence.
“Vikings,” he answers.
I flip to the channel with his hand still resting on mine, feeling highly intimate for two people who just met for the first time, but I feel like I have known him for years.
I know that he is a photographer for some blog and that he hates nuts but will eat peanut butter. Every Friday he goes bowling with his younger sister. Not all our conversations have held a sexual context. “Are you hungry? Need a drink?”
“I’ll take a beer.”
Smiling, I get up to go to the kitchen. I open the fridge and scan the shelves. Luckily there is a six-pack of pony bottles in the back.
I locate a bottle opener and deliver both to Pineappleman. I don’t know what to call him. “Here you are.”
“Thanks. Uh, what should I call you?”
“Right, we haven’t discussed the rules.”
“We have rules, do we?” He grins as he pops the bottlecap off and takes a hearty swig.
“Well, you did say we would only meet for one night no strings. So…I guess I am still Curves and you are Pineappleman.” I laugh. “You never did tell me why your screenname is Pineappleman,” I inquire.
“Honestly, it’s a joke between my friends and myself. We have this ongoing debate about whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza.”
“Oh, please, don’t tell me you like it,” I tease him. I don’t care for it but it really doesn’t bother me if he does. As long as he doesn’t try to force it on me.
“Damn, you were almost perfect. You don’t eat pineapple on your pizza might as well say goodbye now. It will never work between us.” His face is dead serious.
“What? Are you for real?”
“I’m afraid that I am.”
“Ooo-kay,” I draw the word out and stick my hand out for him to shake. “It was nice to meet you.”
He takes my hand in his. He has a solid grip. My father always said you could learn a lot about a man by the power of his handshake. What exactly you could gather from it I couldn’t tell you. When he leaves maybe I will look it up.
“I was kidding. Relax, Faith.”
Quickly he jerks me forward and I am up close and personal with his handsome face. Smiling at me, he looks deep into the depths of my eyes. I don’t know what he’s up to, but then he presses his lips to mine, soft and pure. The peck is gentle and nice. It isn’t that earth-shattering kiss I was wishing for, but it is satisfying all the same. Then I realize we both still have our eyes open and I pull backward.
“Do you always leave your eyes open when you kiss someone?”
“Do you?” He smirks.
“No, I admit that this was a first for me.”
“Well, the eyes are the window to the soul and you can learn a lot about how someone feels about you by their eyes when you kiss them.”
“Okay, so what do my eyes reveal?”
“You like me, but you are skeptical. You haven’t determined how far you are prepared to go. If you want to simply hangout or if you’ll choose to find out if we’re as compatible in person as we are on the phone.”
He’s good at that. Too good.
“And you. What would your eyes convey to me?”
“That I wish to explore this whatever this is. Whether it’s a physical attraction or simply friendship. I’m curious. And I think I'd prefer to kiss you again.”
His mouth is on mine. This time I close my eyes and grant myself permission to genuinely experience it. His tongue prods at the narrow opening between my lips, demanding entrance. I don’t deny his request and when his tongue brushes against mine I deepen the kiss. My fingers grasp his beanie and I wonder what he’d do if I ripped it from his head. Maybe he’s going bald underneath there. It wouldn’t embarrass me if that were the case. He growls into my mouth and nips at my bottom lip before pulling away.
“Now that was a proper kiss.”
I settle back on the couch next to him with my head on his shoulder and we watch Vikings only speaking about the action on the screen. Things are going great until he twitches his nose and asks, “What is that smell?”
I sniff the air, immediately covering my nose. “Oh no, Beans!”
“Yeah, the dog. He must have gas. I need to let him out of his crate. I forgot about him.”
I go over and open the latches and he struts out going straight to where I had been sitting on the couch and taking my spot.
“Who’s a good boy?” Pineappleman scratches his head.
Then my phone rings. Shit! It’s a video call from Darin. He probably wants to speak with his furbaby. I’ll just ignore it and call him back after my date leaves. I had a date. I grin to myself and notice he’s staring at me with a goofy grin on his face.
“So, what’s under that beanie?”
“I could tell you but…”
“You’d have to kill me,” I finish for him.
“No, I was going to say. I could tell you but I’d rather you pull it off and find out for yourself when I’m eating your pussy.”
Holy shit did he really just say that to me? Heat burns across my cheeks and fans over my chest. That was hella sexy. I don’t know what to say to him. If we were texting or on the phone then I would easily have a comeback for him but with him sitting right here I am too flustered for words.
I clear my throat. “Is that an invitation?”
“It is if you want to come over to my place. I know you said that you’re pet sitting. Since this isn’t your place I’d much rather take you to mine.”
He’s serious. It makes sense though, I don’t know how Darin would feel if I had sex with someone in his place.
“Erm…okay, but I should probably take the dog out first.”
“Good. I’m gonna head back over to my place. Come over when you’re ready. Building 12, apartment B.”
“Okay.” I smile at him batting my lashes like I think I am some sort of sex kitten.
Once he has gone, I get Beans on his leash and grab my phone so I can call Darin back. As I am walking the dog I start having second thoughts. What if Darin calling was a sign not to go any further. I mean, I don’t even know his name and I am gonna just go to his apartment and get my freak on?
My insides warm at the thought. It has been so long since I have had the true pleasure of a real man between my thighs. Bob just doesn’t compare to the real thing. Bob is my battery operated boyfriend. He does the trick, but nothing can ever compare to the real thing. It has been so long since I have experienced the real thing.
I’ll call Darin and then I will decide.
He picks up on the third ring.
“Hey, video call me. I wanna see my boy.” I roll my eyes but agree to do it.
I switch to video and Darin is immediately talking to Beans like he is a baby. It is sweet and irritating at the same time.
“There’s daddy’s boy. Are you being good for Auntie Faith?”
“He’s fine,” I tell him and turn the camera back to myself. “Shouldn’t you be...I don’t know on a plane?”
“Flight was rerouted due to bad weather. Then we suffered equipment failure and we had an emergency landing. So, we are being put up in a motel in Dallas.”
“Are you and Eddie okay?”
“We’re fine. Well, Eddie is holed up in his room talking to Claire. So, hey, what was that dating app you use?” I try to hide the shocked expression I must be making.
“Why? Are you lonely?” Darin isn’t the kind of man who needs a dating website to find a willing woman.
“Oh well…umkay it’s called Love Finder.”
“Love Finder, well now that’s promising.” He chuckles.
“Yeah, it’s not so bad. I’ve made a good friend through it,” I tell him sheepishly.
“Really?” He waggles his brows.
“Stop. Yes, really. Is it hard to imagine a man might find me attractive and want to get to know me?”
His face gets serious. “No, you’re one of the best people I know, Faith. You’re beautiful.”
“You’re only saying that because you want me to feel good.”
“Would I lie to you?”
“Yes, yes you would.” I laugh remembering the time he told my brother that his grandpa was Hugh Hefner.
“Well, I’m not lying to you when I tell you that you’re beautiful. Any man would be blessed to have you. I mean it.”
“You ever meet anyone you talked to from that app?”
I worry my bottom lip with my teeth before I tell him the truth. “Actually, I am about to put Beans up and go meet someone.”
“Who?” His voice sounds deeper than normal and his eyes have darkened.
“Just a guy.”
“Just a guy,” he mimics. “How long have you known him? What’s his name? Where does he work?”
“Why are you riding my ass?”
“I worry about you.”
I shake my head. “Since when, Darin?”
“What do you mean? I’ve always cared about you. I mean, this guy is some random person, right?”
I don’t say anything because I feel like an ass. I know he is probably just looking out for me because I am Eddie’s little sister and I work for him. Besides if something happened to me who would take care of his dog when he goes out of town. We’re friends but are we really good friends like I think we are?
He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose like he does when he feels stressed about work. “Just promise that you’ll be careful.”
“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry, I have condoms. I’m gonna go.” His face goes hard at my mention of condoms.
“Good night, Faith.”
“Good night.” I end the call. I was terrified he would see how deeply I was blushing at his words. Darin calling me beautiful. I just…I don’t know what I wish. I suppose I have waited so long for him to really see me and that we could be great together. I know I could make him happy, if only he’d let me.
Beans is done doing his business, so I take him back inside and debate on whether or not I should go to Pineappleman’s apartment.
When my phone pings with a text from him I laugh.
Pineappleman: You could be cumming right now…
Curves: I’m on my way.
I decide what the hell. Why not go and see what happens?
Beans is happily asleep on the couch, so I slip out and walk over to building 12.
Taking a deep breath, I knock on his door and it falls open.
Do I just go on in? I guess I will. I mean, he knows I was coming so…
Before I can decide he’s pulling me all the way in by my hand.
I don’t even get a chance to look around, his lips are instantly on mine and his hands are working on ridding me of my shirt. When I pull away to catch my breath he is completely naked and not wasting anytime. I put an arm over my stomach.
“A little eager, aren’t you?” I tell him trying to gain some time. I’m nervous. Clearly, he knows I am a bigger girl, but he hasn’t seen me nude yet.
I mean, what in the hell does this gorgeous guy want with me? He’s not Tom Hardy or anything but he’s above average. He could have a gorgeous skinny woman on his arm any day.
“I can’t stop thinking about having you. You’ve been driving me mad for months, Curves. I want you.” He sucks my bottom lip between his teeth and growls at me, “Take your shoes off so I can get these pants off you.”
I comply, and he leads me further into his apartment. It’s the same layout as Darin’s place. Examples of his work hang on every wall. It seems he is a bit of a traveler as well. He’s been to Paris and Africa.
He takes beautiful photographs.
“You take lovely pictures,” I tell him.
“I’d love to photograph you sometime for my private collection. Now, stop hiding your body from me. Let me see you, all of you.”
I drop my arm to my side and he aids me in removing my pants.
I now realize we are in his bedroom and there are mirrors on his ceiling. Holy shit. I don’t know if I can do this. I am happy with myself, but I don’t know if I am ready to watch us in the mirrors.
“That’s interesting.” I point up and he grins.
“I’m a little kinky.” He winks and pulls me onto the bed with him. I take a deep breath. He’s leaving the lights on. I’ve never been with anyone with them on before, but I don’t want to tell him that, he will think I am way too insecure.
“I see.” I swallow as he pushes me down on the pillows and hovers over me. “You’re still wearing the beanie?”
“I told you, you can only take it off when I eat your pussy.” His lips find my neck and he peppers kisses up to my jaw and finishes by sticking his finger in my mouth. I have been with a few guys but not many. I am so inexperienced he may laugh or regret his choice. But I push forward and suck his thick digit between my teeth, getting it nice and wet, moaning in the process. He seems to like it and trails his finger from my lips down to my cleavage and works his way down my abdomen, kissing me here and there tenderly. “Your body is fucking amazing. I love your curves, Faith.”
I freeze. I don’t remember telling him my name and I still don’t know his name. I want to ask but that would be awkward. I don’t say anything, I run my hands down his back instead. I guess I could have told him my name. I don’t get to think on it further. His mouth is on me and oh my God, it’s magical.
Next thing I know, his thumbs are hooked under my panties and pulling them down my thighs.
His nose runs up and down my inner thigh and he inhales deeply. “You smell good too.” Then he bites me in a playful but sexually charged way. I squeeze my legs together, dampness is pooling between them.
With my panties out of the way, he shoves my knees back apart. His fingers are spreading my pussy lips and he says, “I told you I was gonna stuff your pretty pussy with my fingers.” And he does. There is no gentle about it. He goes right for it. It’s rough and invasive but one hell of a turn on. He takes his time, his fingers gliding in and out of my tight hole at a leisurely pace. His other hand is massaging my stomach and working its way toward my breasts.
Arching up, I reach around my back and unclasp my bra to get it out of his way. He is into me so why shouldn’t I lay back and reap the rewards.
Capping his mouth over my clit he sucks on and nips at my sensitive flesh. My hands immediately go to his damned beanie and tug. I yank it off and find that he has a nice head of dark hair that is wavy in texture. Why does he cover it up? I lose all thought of asking him when his tongue licks me from ass to clit repeatedly. I squirm beneath him, but he holds me in place. When I pull on his hair it only seems to drive him to delve his tongue deeper inside me.
He gazes at me with hooded eyes from between my thighs and says, “Look up in the mirrors at how beautiful you are. You are sexy as fuck. I wanna see you touch yourself like you did when we were on the phone.”
I dare to steal a look at our reflection and he’s right, we look so damn erotic and sensual. There is nothing embarrassing about my thick body. My right hand slides between the valley of my breasts. My left goes straight to my clit, and I touch myself as he watches with hungry eyes for a moment before he joins in, playing with my ass. His tongue sweeps over my pussy and down to my rear, coating my other hole with my juices. His thick finger teases at my forbidden zone, coming closer to penetration with every movement until he does gain entrance. My breath catches in my throat; it’s uncomfortable at first but the more I let go of my reservations and relax, the more I enjoy the full feeling. Only now I want him inside me. All this teasing is driving me crazy. I want him.
“What’s your name, your real name?” I ask him through a breathy whisper. If he’s gonna have his dick in me I should at least know his name, right?
“Enzo,” he answers. “And yours?”
“Faith,” he repeats. “I like it.” I should mention that he seemed to already know my name, but he keeps teasing me with his fingers and mouth.
“I like your name too, but I’d like it a lot more if you’d fuck me,” I tell him shocked at my own forwardness.
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He pauses to get a condom from the drawer in his nightstand. At least we don’t have to have the dreaded safe sex talk.
He pulls himself up my body and kisses me, allowing me to taste myself on his lips. My fingers rake down his back and he guides his dick inside me and it feels amazing. I’m on cloud nine as he thrust deeper in. There is no soft and slow to it. He pushes my leg out to the side and buries himself inside me hammering me so hard I think he may drive me through the bed and onto the floor.
Moments later we are both getting off and barely able to breathe as we come down from our orgasmic bliss.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” He says, lying next to me in a husky but breathy tone.
“Same could be said for you,” I tell him with a smirk.
Our moment is interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone.
“Sorry, I have to take it. Could be my work.”
“Sure.” I nod enjoying the view of his backside as he goes through his apartment and retrieves his phone.
The conversation is muffled, and I can’t make out what he is saying, not that I am trying all that hard. I am still attempting to catch my breath and steady my heart rate.
He comes back while I am getting my clothes on.
“Trying to sneak off on me? I promise you next time I will last longer. It’s just you’re so beautiful, and I have been dreaming about this for months, and I couldn’t help myself.”
I blush not knowing what to say in return, so I nod my head like an idiot.
“Well, I guess we’ll talk soon?” I ask, daring to hope that he really means there will be a next time.
“I actually have to go out of town for a few weeks on an assignment. I wouldn’t go but it pays the bills.”
“Oh no, totally. I understand.”
“I’m gonna call you.” He hands me my shoes and kisses my forehead. “God, I wish I could force you to spend the night but I’m on the redeye to New York. Then I am off to Ireland.”
“Oh, poor you,” I tease him.
“Ireland doesn’t have you,” he says, and I melt.
It’s been a week since I met Enzo, but he hasn’t disappointed me. He texts me regularly and we do video dates when it’s convenient for both of us, which isn’t often considering the time difference and our conflicting schedules.
Eddie is back in the office, but Darin is in Colorado negotiating another job. Which means I still have Beans in my custody, but I have been keeping him at my place. I need to be in my own space. Besides, I kept running into that skinny bitch, and I was tired of deflecting her insults.
Beans shit in my brother’s office so he got pissed and insisted I leave him home from now on. I don’t know how well that will go over with Darin, but I left him in my kitchen with potty pads and plenty of food and water.
I should be working on following up with a customer who hasn’t paid his final bill, but I keep getting texts from Enzo.
Pineappleman: Do you pee in the shower?
Curves: I’m only human. Do you?
Pineappleman: Thank God. I keep thinking something will send you running from me.
Curves: You’re crazy.
Pineappleman: Crazy for you.
Could he be any sweeter?
Curves: I bet you say that to all the girls…
Pineappleman: Only you.
Curves: Okay…I gotta get back to work
Pineappleman: Can we videochat later? I need to see you touch that pussy. Wanna watch you finger it and suck those fingers into your mouth and pretend they are my cock.
Heat pools between my thighs.
Curves: You’re killing me. How am I supposed to get any work done now? I can’t stop thinking about how you’re going to fit in my mouth…
Pineappleman: Fuck, I’m so hard. Can you go into the bathroom? I need to see you now!
I look at my brother’s office and the door is closed. I lean my ear to it and it sounds like he is on the phone with his bitch fiancé. I’m sure he will be a while. I wonder if Darin’s office is unlocked. He does have a couch in there. I try the handle and it opens. I can’t believe I am considering this.
My phone buzzes and I have a photo from Enzo. It’s a picture of him undoing his zipper.
I slip into the unoccupied office and lock the door behind me. I take a quick look around I don’t think there is a camera in here.
Curves: Call me now
I shoot off the text as I lay back on the small black leather couch and hike up my skirt.
My phone buzzes and I accept the call, immediately smiling when my screen fills with him stroking himself.
I angle my phone between my legs and pull my lace panties to the side of my pussy lips and start rubbing circles over my clit.
“Goddamn, baby, I want you so bad,” I hear him say.
“I wish you were here right now, I’d run my tongue up and down your shaft,” I whisper.
“Finger yourself. I need to see those fingers slide in and out of your pussy. Show me how you want me to fuck you when I see you again.”
I close my eyes and do as he says. I don’t know if it’s his voice or Darin’s photograph staring at me from his desk, but I am getting so turned on.
Pulling my panties aside further I start rubbing, sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy and just when I am really getting into it the door clicks open and Darin is standing in the doorway.
My eyes meet his and I freeze.
Darin folds his arms over his chest. His nostrils flare as anger washes over him. “What are you doing?”
“Why’d you stop?” I hear Enzo ask through the speaker from between my legs.
“Faith? What’s going on?”
I say the first thing that pops into my head. “I was doing one of those over the phone doctor appointments.” Then I hang up on Enzo while pulling my skirt down and hauling ass to my car.
When I get outside I realize I don’t even have my keys or my purse. I look around the parking lot so embarrassed not knowing what to do. My phone keeps buzzing. I know it is probably Enzo, but I will have to talk to him later.
Darin comes running out with Eddie following closely behind.
“What the hell, Faith?” Darin grabs my arm, roughly.
“Let go.” I try to yank away from him, but he won’t loosen his hold. His fingers bite into my skin harder, and I am sure he is gonna leave a mark.
“Dude, let go of my sister,” Eddie demands.
“Sorry,” Darin mumbles and his hand falls away.
“What’s going on?” Eddie questions looking at the two of us.
“We should take this inside,” Darin suggests, and I notice workers from the other shops around us watching from their windows.
I sigh and follow them back inside reluctantly.
“Did you tell her?” My brother says quietly as I walk over to my desk.
Darin shakes his head but doesn’t say anything.
“Tell me what?”
“Nothing. Just forget it. I have a lot of work to catch up on. Is it okay if I follow you home after work to get my dog?”
“Sure.” I nod.
Suddenly both doors of their offices are shut, and I am alone.
I shoot off a quick text to Enzo.
Curves: Sorry. My boss came in…
Pineappleman: No shit. Did you get caught?”
Pineappleman: That’s kinda hot. Do you still have a job?
Curves: It’s fine.
Pineappleman: That’s good. I gotta get going. Talk soon.
Curves: Can’t wait.