Crave Her Curves

“Oh my, this is … so much. My dad said you were going to help me lose weight?”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah, he said you’ve agreed to help me shed this weight. I need to start taking better care of myself because I’m too fat.”

I grit my teeth so hard, I’m shocked they don’t snap. Oh, baby girl, you’ve got no idea what I want to do to you. Making her lose weight is the last thing on my mind.

I crave her curves. I’ve spent the past year working my cock with my hand just thinking about how I’m going to devote myself to exploring every inch of her.

“You’re not here to lose weight, Ava.”

“I’m not?” When I shake my head, she asks, “Then why am I here?”

“You’re here because I want you here. I want to spend time with you, to get to know you.”

“You do?”

I nod. Taking her hand and pulling her close, I rest my hand on her hip. Just from that simple touch I want so much more.

“Your father lied to you, Ava. I think you’re perfect the way you are. Why don’t you get settled in, and I’ll fix us something to eat?”

“I’d like that.”

It takes great effort to let her go. I don’t want to, but there is no way I could keep hold of her just now. When I pop her cherry, she’ll be spread out and ready, dripping wet before I slide my dick inside her.

I can’t wait.

****

Ava

Putting my things away in my room, I’m somewhat overwhelmed by the reason for my being here. My father always had an issue with my weight, and in truth, I was tired of hearing him complain. My mother had been so slender, and seeing as I just seemed to keep on growing, it unnerved him. I don’t get it though. I’m happy. I’ve always been happy. It’s not like I eat for comfort. My size eighteen curves don’t offend me.

So I’ve got a few extra inches. Who cares?

I mean, really, it’s not like I’m going to be living with my father for much longer. Before coming here, I’d already saved up six months’ worth of rent money from working my two jobs, waiting tables and working at the local library. The work isn’t exactly taxing, but I like it.

With my few clothes put away, I tuck my hair behind my ears, wondering if I should get it cut or just pull it back into a ponytail.

Why would Mitch want me to spend time with him relaxing? He and my dad have been acquaintances for a while. Not too long. They met when I was about sixteen, I think. I’d just come home from school after another day of bullies, when Dad introduced us.

I’d never had a crush on anyone in my life. Why would I? All I had known most of my life is guys being dicks.

Mitch, he’d not been mean or cruel. In fact, every single time I saw him, he made me laugh.

He was my first crush, which makes this so hard. I’d not seen him for a couple of months, and during that time, I’d tried to date other men. Men who could replace my crush on my dad’s friend.

Nothing worked.

I mean, seriously, what was Mitch’s deal?

Why did he draw my attention so well? It’s like he saw deep down into my soul, and I know that’s so cliché, but come on, the guy’s like a god! Well, maybe not totally like a god, but he could have any woman he ever wanted. He’s been single for as long as I’ve known him, but in this day and age, that doesn’t really mean anything.

Pulling my hair back, I tie it at the base of my neck, blowing out a breath. I really need to get myself together.

I don’t know how long I’m going to be here. A few days, weeks, months? It could be anything. The drive up here, my father repeatedly told me how important it was to listen to Mitch, to do as Mitch said.

My father doesn’t have the first clue about how I felt about Mitch, and what I want him to do to me. I’m nineteen years old, not dead, and certainly not immune to my sexual desires. I’ve never been with anyone, but … I want sex.

When I’m around him, my body feels so achy, so wet, so ready. Like now, if I slide my fingers inside my jeans, I know I’m going to be wet.

There are times like this, I really feel I’m the wrong kind of girl. What girl fantasizes about dirty sex? The kind where her man fucks her, and makes her walk around naked, just so he could see her? I’ve watched a lot of porn, and rather than find it gross and disgusting, I … yearn for it. I don’t want this experience with just anyone either, but with Mitch, which is never going to happen.