Mean to Her - Curvy Women Wanted

“I don’t mind going home.”

“I know.” He pulled into his drive. His parents were lawyers, reputable ones, but expensive to hire, and they had a huge house.

Blake reached between her thighs, grabbing her bag. “Come on.”

He opened his door. The rain was pouring even harder now. She climbed out of the car and ran with him to his front door.

The house was eerily silent.

“So long as I don’t throw parties or get the police called to the place, my folks are happy with me having it all to myself.”

“You do throw parties,” she said.

“Yep, and all the guys know they have to clean their shit up and can’t break anything.” He smirked. “I’m sure my parents know about my parties, but seeing as I’m the most gracious host, they don’t care.”

“I guess.”

He put her bag on the mat near the door. “It will dry out. Come on.”

He took her hand. She intended to fight him on touching her, but she’d rather get warm. They walked up a flight of stairs and he turned to one door, only to stop and go to the next door.

She stepped behind him into a large bathroom. Blake let go of her hand to grab a couple of towels. “You need to get out of those clothes. I’ll be back.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but he was already gone. Since when did she get naked in Blake’s house? This was crazy.

She dried her hair, trying not to think about what all this meant. None of it was important.

Blake returned moments later with a pair of sweatpants and a large shirt. She happened to notice it was one of his football shirts.

“Here, wear this.”

“I’m just going to head home.”

“Leah, please. Wear the clothes and when it stops raining, I’ll take you right back home. You’re safe here.”

He stepped outside, grabbing the door handle. “I’ll go make us some coffee.”

Blake closed the door and she perched on the edge of the bath. He’d gone from being the meanest guy in school to the nicest. What was all that about?

She put the clothes on the edge of the bath and stripped out of her clothes, stepping into his with ease. They smelled of him. She couldn’t quite detect what it was, but it seemed earthy, like him.

“It’s all good, Leah. He’s being nice and you don’t have to overthink every little detail. It’s all good.”

Pushing her hair off her shoulders, she ran her hands down her sides before grabbing her clothes and heading downstairs to where he waited.

This was all just a coincidence. There was no way he could call on the rain, and he did have pizza in the car.

****

Blake couldn’t contain his excitement.

So many dreams were coming true all within one night. This kind of shit didn’t happen to him, and yet, here he was, living the dream. He was so freaking excited.

Leah was upstairs right at that very moment changing into his clothes. His football shirt that he’d imagined her wearing for so long now.

He poured the coffee into the cups and turned at the sound of a clearing throat.

“Hey,” she said.

Damn.

The shirt looked even better on her than he imagined. Her tits looked nice and plump. Everything about her screamed class and elegance. She tucked her long brown hair behind her ear.

“You look great.”

She chuckled. “You say that because it’s your clothes.”

“And I’ve wanted you in them since forever.”

“Can we just stop, please, Blake? I don’t … I can’t keep up with you.”

He put the coffee on the counter near her. “But if I keep being persistent, you’re finally going to catch up?”

“I don’t understand any of this.” She dropped into one of the chairs, and he placed a cup closer to her. “You can’t go around being mean to a girl and then the next second want to go out with her. It’s not right.”

Blake stared at her. So what he needed to do was show her just how different he was. “Okay, cool.” He opened up the box of pizza.

“Cool?”

“Yep.” He took a large bite just as his oven beeped to let him know it’d warmed up. “You want some pizza and fries?”

“Sure.”

He smiled to himself. There was no way she was going to be able to deny him.

After putting the pizzas on a tray, he put the fries straight on top of the pizza. His mouth watered as he slid them into the oven. “Dinner is in like ten minutes.”

“You do this often?”

“Warm up pizza? Hell, yeah. It’s like the best food in the world.”

She chuckled. “So you like pizza. Good to know.”

“Tell me what you like,” he said, taking a seat beside her and casually moving it a little closer.

“I like a lot of food. Pasta is my weakness. Anything with it, I just love.”

“Good to know. Where are you going to college?”