My Curvy Belle

“They’re really close huh.”

“Who those two?” I looked back in the direction of the house as I swung our hands between us. “Yeah, they’ve been tight my whole life.”

“I used to have a friend like that, back home… no not the one who slept with Troy. Jennifer.” She smiled at the memory of her friend.

“Used to?”

“Well now I’m here and she’s there and I don’t

know when we’ll see each other again, so…”

“What, planes stopped landing at Kennedy?” A hint of sadness left her when I watched her face in the moonlight.

“No, it’s just, I don’t feel like the same person anymore you know. We knew each other when my life was different.” Women are strange as fuck.

“Are you saying you lost her in the divorce?”

“No, oh heck no. She hates his guts. In fact I had to stop her from going after him and Samantha when the whole mess came to light.”

“She sounds like my kinda people. There’s no reason you can’t still talk to her.”

“I guess you’re right, it just… Even though she’s not married herself, she knew me as that person. I guess I just feel weird.”

“I don’t think you should lose your friend because this Troy person was an asshole. Why don’t you invite her here?” She acted like it was a foreign concept.

“Oh no, this town is not ready for that believe me.” She laughed and it was the first genuine laugh I’d heard from her, in fact I think it was the first time I’d heard her laugh.

“What, is there something on my face?” She brushed at her cheek as I looked down at her.

“No, you’re beautiful when you laugh, you should do it more often.”

She got shy and tried to hide from me so I walked her the rest of the way to the water’s edge. “Dammit, I forgot about the bugs.” I looked down at her bare arms.

“I’m fine, they don’t like me as much as they do grandma. I’m good for at least an hour before they even notice I’m here.”

“That’s good to know, but I’m still gonna get you some bug spray tomorrow.”

We both fell silent but I refused to revert back to my childhood days when I didn’t know what the fuck to do with a female. That awkward stage that I wouldn’t relive if you paid me to.

Instead I pulled her closer with an arm going around her shoulders until she was tucked under my arm with her short self. The silence this time wasn’t as awkward as before and I could’ve stood there the whole night with her, just talking softly under the stars.

She didn’t know it but I was trying to fit as many dates into this one day as I could. What do people usually do on dates? They get to know one another. By the time I walked her back I’d learned a little bit more about her and she me.

“So I’ll pick you up tomorrow at around eight; be ready.” I stopped just before we reached the now empty porch and turned her to face me.

Whether she was about to object because her grandmother was right inside or not I’ll never know because I didn’t give her a chance to speak.

Pulling her in close with a hand around her nape, holding her in place, I covered her lips with mine and took her under. I kissed her like I wanted to fuck her. With lots of tongue and teeth. The kind of kiss that’s usually a precursor of things to come.

By the time I lifted my head she’d wilted into me, her firm tits pressed hard into my chest and my cock once again digging into her soft tummy.

“You know I’m going to fuck you right.” She tensed up immediately, but that’s nothing more than I expected. “Something for you to think about. There’re some things you need to know about that, like the way I like to fuck, what I like in my bed. And when you’re ready I’m willing to hear about yours too.”

“Are you always this forward?” She took a step back and I could already see the walls going up. Too late! I know I’d made some progress and there was no way I was gonna let her off the hook.

“Truth? I never had to warn a woman before. It was always just a given. With you I’m taking things slow and for me that means giving you at least a week to get used to the idea.”

Her mouth fell open and I imagine for someone who’d had only one sexual partner and what I can only surmise was vanilla sex, that shit might seem foreign. She’ll learn soon enough.

“Go on inside, it’s getting late.” I watched her walk in and close the door before heading for my truck. As I drove home I was amazed to see that I felt almost as fulfilled as I’d ever been after spending the night with a woman.