Eden High: Series 1 (Eden High 1-6)

So what you’re not stick thin like the other ninety nine point nine percent of the females in this town. That’s a good fucking thing if you ask me.

It means that you stand out and aren’t just another one of the same fucking crowd.

If women want to know what men think, maybe they should ask men instead of listening to other females with an axe to grind.

All men don’t like skinny women baby; some of us actually like a little junk in our baby’s trunk.”

He squeezed my butt making me squeal with delight, before he lowered me and blew a raspberry into my soft tummy.

“Since you came here to violate my person let’s get to it.” He lowered me all the way until I was once again standing, and I got cold feet again.

Boy, this sure did sound good in theory. But now, standing here in front of him, I couldn’t bring myself to remove my clothes.

Suddenly I remembered every fold in my tummy, the stretch marks on my thighs from the constant yo-yoing diets over the years.

It’s funny, but when I’m around him, I don’t think about food, I mean I eat, but I don’t stress over what I’m eating.

I think I’ve eaten more balanced meals since he and the guys started getting our trays, than I have in the last three years or so.

I don’t remember the last time I’d had a cookie, until he’d brought me an oatmeal raisin last week and acted like it was quite alright to be feeding the fat girl sweets.

He didn’t look at everything I put into my mouth, or comment on what I was eating, or shouldn’t be eating more’s to the point.

My one disastrous high school date had gone just that way. With the guy, (who by the way was heavier than I am, and no we’re not talking muscle here), criticizing everything I ordered.

While I was lost in thought he had taken the liberty of lifting my shirt over my head. I came to just in time to free my arms.

My hands went down to cover the white flesh of a stomach that had never seen the light of day and my newly exposed chest.

My breasts were spilling over my bra top and his eyes were already there, causing a flush to cover me from my cheeks to my very abundant chest.

“Fuck babe, your tits.” He seemed mesmerized by them as he reached a finger out to lightly stroke one plump mound.

“Sorry to be such a pig but damn, fuck.” He hefted both of my tits in his palms with a look of wonder on his face. He dropped them and stepped back.

“Undress me.” I bit my lip as I obeyed him. First unbuttoning his shirt with trembling fingers, then moving on to his jeans.

I was still not comfortable standing almost naked in front of his perfection, while I was a mass of wiggling flesh, but when I unsnapped his jeans and let them fall I soon lost my train of thought.

“Wow, that’s, wow.” As a science buff I’m pretty familiar with the human body, and I must say that Mr. Dumas has an excellent physique.

“It won’t fit.” His bark of laughter broke the ice and covered my gauche announcement.

“I’ll make it fit don’t worry.” I was airborne again as he picked me up and moved across the room.

He laid me back across his bed gently, and before I could blink, his head went between my thighs. I didn’t have time to feel embarrassed when I felt his tongue touch me there.

He would stop licking and sucking me, and just look at me there; that’s when the embarrassment kicked in.

“Shane.” I tried pushing his head away but he was persistent. He used his fingers to hold me open before looking up into my eyes.

“That’s a pretty pussy baby.” I tried burying my face in the pillow beneath my head.

I almost flew off the bed when he dipped his tongue into me and maybe would have, if he hadn’t been holding me down with one of his strong arms across my middle.

He licked me with his tongue, or more like lapped at me, in a way that sent shockwaves through me, until my toes curled and I made the most unladylike noises as I moved on his wicked tongue.

I felt wet heat seep from my body into his mouth, but by then the feelings wracking my body were too intense to ignore for anything else, I’ll have to be embarrassed later.

The sounds he made as he sucked on my clit and the entrance to my vajayjay sent tingles through me. He really was enjoying this.

The realization freed me up somehow; knowing that he found such pleasure in my body that it drove those sounds of sexual pleasure from him, was very empowering.

He moved his tongue deeper inside me and I couldn’t control the movement of my hips. I seemed to be trying my best to grind my crotch into his face permanently.

His fingers and tongue worked on me and in me to bring to me to climax after climax, which I tried my best to be ladylike about.

But in the end I ended up screaming like a banshee and pulling his head tighter against my crotch, as he made growling noises that ricocheted throughout my body.

We were both huffing like we’d run a race when he finally moved his head away and rested it on my thigh.

“I’m so sorry.” I panted out as my butt still moved against the sheets sensually.

“What for?” It was good to know that he wasn’t in much better condition than I.

“Getting wet all over you.”

“You’re supposed to babe, in fact, I want you wetter so I can dip this dick inside you without causing you too much pain.

He ducked his head again and went back for more. “No, Shane, wait, I don’t think I can...” He ignored me and got down to the business of making me forget everything outside this room.

He kissed his way up my body paying special attention to the little mound of my tummy that I could never get flat enough. He placed soft nibbles there before moving up to my breasts.