There is one teeny-tiny, minor complication though. Um, yeah…the problem is, I’m sort of…falling for the guys anyway.
Yeah, yeah. Fuck me, I know.
I’m wincing with embarrassment even admitting it to myself—but it’s true, and unfortunately inevitable. I hate to over complicate things, but the more time I spend with the guys, the harder it is to control my natural urges for them.
They are so fucking hot, intense, and charming. The problem is, they know it and they’re reeling me in at rapid speed.
Fuck! I’m in a world of trouble, aren’t I?
In fact, before I came home earlier, I had been with them for another late-night lift and fuck session. No wonder I look so fucking amazing! It’s probably more from all the sex than the working out at Power Plus; I’m probably burning, like, a million calories a day or something.
I notice Holly-Anne studying me as I inspect myself in the mirror.
“What?” I meet her glace through the mirror.
“You ho!” she shouts but doesn’t give me any clues at what she’s pointing at.
“…wh
at? Why?”
Oh my god. It’s almost like she knows I’m giving in to these guys.
“Your tits.”
“What about them?” I frown and cup them through my shirt, pushing them up slightly.
“They are huge. Fuck, Kara, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”
“Well, yeah, I guess…”
Holly-Anne stands up and walks over to me. “Your tits are way bigger than they used to be!”
“Come on,” she grips my hand and centers me before the mirror. “Check those puppies out!”
I laugh and gaze at myself in the mirror with more self-affection than I’d ever had before in my life.
“This is the way I always wanted to look,” I admit softly and out loud. “I never thought it would be possible though…like a dream, you know?”
I glance over at Holly-Anne. “You look like a dream,” she says. “A wet one. You should be the poster girl for great sex, too.”
I glance back at my reflection and hardly recognize the woman staring back at me. But for the first time ever, I’m actually proud of who I am now. I lift up my t-shirt to expose the tiny rolling hills on my stomach.
I mean, look: I have abs for crying out loud!
“Check her out,” Holly-Anne whistles.
“I’ve always been jealous of girls in bikinis who have thigh gaps. Can you imagine? Something so silly as a thigh gap…but now I have one, too!” I smile as I turn myself around in the mirror, observing the transition in reality.
“No wonder those two guys want a piece of that ass,” Holly-Anne quips, and I give her a taunting smirk.
She’s right, though. I have the total package. Tits, bubble ass, abs, skinny waist, and a thigh gap. Me!
But the best part is…Chase and Eric wanted me before all this, too. I feel like what I have with these guys goes beyond looks. Hell, they might have even hit this when I was at my heaviest.
“Your hair is ridiculously long, too,” Holly-Anne says and flips my locks in her hands.
“Do you think I should cut it?” I ask, knowing I’ll get an honest opinion out of Holly-Anne.