My Curvy Belle

Look, I tried! I really did try to be a gentleman, but who the fuck told her to look at me like that? She didn’t push me away but I didn’t want to push shit too soon.

I savored the taste of her cherry flavored lips before pulling my tongue from her mouth and running it along the bottom one-one last time.

Logan

I had the biggest fucking grin on my face as I walked around the truck to the driver’s side. That one kiss had told me a lot. She might’ve been married, but my baby is green as fuck.

To be fair she’s only about twenty-five to my thirty-two and from her words, have nowhere near the same experience as me. But you’d think the asshole could’ve at least taught her how to kiss.

On the other hand I like knowing that she wasn’t as experienced as all that. If she was that innocent with her kisses who knows what there was still left to teach her about fucking.

That works for me. She may have been his once but at least I’d know that she wouldn’t be making comparisons between us in her head. I already had him beat because I at least knew what a fucking dream she was.

The fact that he’d let her go told me all I needed to know about his dumb ass. No doubt he never knew how to handle all that she has to offer. Some men are built that way.

With that tight round ass I took a guess that my baby had one of those deep well pussies that took at least eight or nine inches to hit bottom. My eleven and a half should do the job and then some.

That smile was damn near splitting my face when I climbed into my seat next to her. “You good?” She was still looking a little bit dazed from the kiss and I waited for her nod to start up the monster and pull out.

I knew I was in trouble when I realized I didn’t know what to say to her. I’ve never dealt with a divorcee before, and understood that she came with a whole lotta baggage from the little bit of conversation we’d had thus far.

I was walking a minefield in my mind, what was a good place to start? What would she not find offensive? What are her delicate spots? Shit like that. As I drove I decided fuck it, I’ma be me. Fuck if I’m gonna play by the rules in some other dick’s playbook, fuck that.

With my mind set, I reached across the console for her hand and placed it on my thigh beneath mine after kissing her fingers. I knew I was breaking all the rules in this dating game, but who has time for that shit?

We turned more than a few heads when we walked into the only diner slash feed store in town. Most of them seemed to recognize me but no one knew her until I introduced her.

I’d learned down by the water that she was indeed the diplomat’s daughter and had only been here a few times in her youth. Strangely enough each time was around the time my mama had packed me off to summer camp to get me out of her hair.

It was cute to think that had we met way back then we just might’ve been childhood sweethearts who grew up and got married and settled down here. But you know what they say, better late than never.

We seated ourselves and I grabbed my menu while she looked around. The waitress came over with our water and asked if we were ready. I didn’t quite understand the look Belle gave me but I got it when she played the salad card. That motherfucker.

I didn’t want to embarrass her so I left it alone for now. But I watched her eyes when the waitress placed my cheeseburger and fries in front of me.

She picked at her lettuce and tomatoes while I dug in over our conversation about our time at college and what we’d done with our lives since then.

She gave me a surprised look when I put half my burger on her plate and her cheeks grew flush when she picked it up and took a bite. Pure pleasure was written all over her face.

“Can I ask you a question? Why didn’t you order a burger when it’s so obvious that you like them?” She looked down at her plate and played with her food.

Her first answer was a shrug, but since I don’t speak that language I pushed. “Don’t you think I need to lose weight?” I had to give that shit some thought.

“You’re a college grad right? Why in the blue hell would I run you down in a parking lot and give you my number if I didn’t like what I saw?” Now it was her turn to give it a think.