Chapter 1
Lila
It was Friday night, and I was getting home from the bar. But there was someone with me.
The guy stumbling behind my curvy form wasn’t the first one to buy me drinks, but he was the first one to pay me a real, actual compliment that was sincere. We sang karaoke and drank shots of tequila together, and before you could snap your fingers, we were fondling each other constantly and stealing quick kisses throughout the night.
He’d told me he was visiting Miami from Orlando, so we talked about whether to go to a hotel or to go back to my place. I was sometimes reluctant to bring guys home, but I’d gotten better at picking the trustworthy guys out in the sea of creeps.
Because as a plus-size model, it’s easy to get hit on. Guys seem attracted to my bodacious curves, and their eyes eat me up every which way. But it’s fine because I’m a confident girl. I’m open about everything in my life: what I do socially; what my family life is like; I’m even open about my sex life. It doesn’t matter what people think of me or my choices. Ultimately, it’s how you feel about yourself that counts.
So when my new flame and I got back to my place, I asked him in a hushed whisper to be quiet and keep it down. I had a roommate. Annie Spencer was my best friend and we’d been inseparable ever since meeting in college. We always had each other’s backs. Even though she was a heavy sleeper, I didn’t want to be responsible for waking her up. I also really didn’t want her to wake up, and know exactly what I was doing. Fortunately, upon further inspection, I discovered that Annie wasn’t home, so I wouldn’t have to keep it down.
Because what I was going to do was have hot, crazy sex with this handsome stranger. I didn’t even know his name, but it didn’t matter. Maybe it began with an “S.” But it’s all good because doing it this way was for the better. Some might say it was my favorite thing to do, in fact. Hearing something sweet and new from a new beautiful man was always enticing and thrilling to me. The sex was meaningless, but it wasn’t without satisfaction. I was free. I was independent and comfortable with my lifestyle. I’d gone through many transformations during my life, and this was just another one.
Once inside, Mr. S. and I went straight into my bedroom. I used to ask the guys that came home with me if they wanted something to drink, but none of them would say yes, so now it was just straight to business.
We began to kiss going up the stairs. He went slow at first, trying to see what he could get away with. But once I started to run my hand up his pants, this guy knew that everything was okay and it was safe to touch wherever he wanted.
Once we sat on the bed, we sat making out for quite some time, feeling each other’s bodies from head to toe. Whenever I felt around the bulge in his jeans, I expected him to be hard for me, but oddly, the material was so stiff and thick that it was difficult to tell whether he was ready or not.
Finally, I got those jeans off and he began growing before my eyes. Good. I stroked his dick for a while to get him as hard as possible. He was groaning as I tightened one small fist around his shaft, squeezing delicately.
I laid back and guided him inside of me. Oooh yeah. Once this guy was inside of me, it was pure heaven.
Because this man knew how to make a woman feel good. He pounded into me with wonderful rhythm, sending waves of pleasure down my spine. He would continually switch it up, going from extremely fast to extremely slow. Whenever he slowed, I’d wriggle and squirm, begging for more.
I got on all fours and he took the lead, grabbing my ass and cramming his dick back inside of my pussy. Oh shit! It felt so amazing this way, that massive cock reaching so far I thought it might pop from my throat. My huge Double Ds pressed against the mattress, mouth open as I panted desperately, accepting his all.
But unfortunately, Mr. S’s technique suffered once he was on his knees. We’d had a lot to drink, and it was showing as the man tired. But still, it felt great to have him taking me from behind, even if he was no longer pounding as hard as before.
Finally, the stranger stood up and slid me to the edge of the bed. He put my legs up on his shoulders, and found his way back inside of me. It felt great to be touched this way. It also helped that he began to rub his thumb against my clit while he thrust his way frantically in and out of my pulsing folds. I loved how he held my legs, the angle absolutely insane. But there had to be more.
We climbed back onto the bed, and I began to ride him. He held onto my sides, staring up at my chest as it bounced along with my movements. His smile was wide, and he was loving the way I slid up and down his massive pole. He also didn’t mind when I touched myself during that, either. Some guys got weird whenever I touched myself during sex.
As I began to tire, I started wondering what was wrong. I’d come, but this guy didn’t seem to be able to. For a while, I’d thought it was because he was enjoying the ride too much if that was even possible. And incredibly, the stranger began to soften up within my warm walls.
Sadly, my new friend had a case of whiskey dick. While I’d come enough for the both of us, he didn’t get to empty his load inside of me.
Feeling bad, I pulled off and gently stroked the condom off, caressing him with my hands. A couple strokes up and down his throbbing pole did the trick, and quickly, he was able to fill my palms with creamy, goopy ejaculate. Ooh, it was good enough to eat.
We both relaxed then, but with the injury that had wounded his pride, Mr. S left in a hurry. He muttered something that sounded like “Bye Laura,” and then scurried away.
That was okay by me. I was able to relax and have a better night’s sleep than I’d had in a long time. It was exactly what I needed to calm down my nerves before my big day ahead of me.
Because I had a big shoot going on tomorrow. The popular magazine Chic-Wise was sending over one of their best photographers to do a shoot with me. I didn’t know this guy personally, but according to my agent, he was one of the top professionals in the country. So turning over, I buried my head in the pillow, body relaxed. Mr. S was forgotten … and all I wanted was for my shoot to go off without a hitch.