His Needs (Curvy Women Wanted)

She didn’t know if it was the sex that was helping them to get along or their past friendship. Either way, she loved the fact she didn’t hate him anymore. When they first moved into the apartment, she would come home with a sense of dread, but now she was excited to be coming home. She even watched the clock.

This had never happened to her before.

“Touch yourself, baby. Come all over my cock, let me feel it.”

She lifted up and reached between her thighs, stroking her swollen clit. He always demanded that she orgasm more than once. The first time he requested it, she thought he was crazy, but now, she relished each and every single release.

Much to her dismay, after just a few strokes of her clit, she came hard, calling out his name, and Jared spun her to her back, grabbed her legs, and began to pound inside her, fucking her so hard, the bed constantly hit the wall.

She loved it. Begged him for more.

He was a machine as he fucked her harder, going as deep as possible. She saw the change, felt the sudden hurried rush in his movements, and she loved to see him go over the edge into that blessed peak.

So pretty to watch.

The veins on his neck stood out, and she couldn’t resist lifting up and pressing a kiss to his chest before collapsing.

“Fuck me, Gina.” He collapsed on top of her, kissing her lips.

She smiled at him. “What’s the matter?”

“Do you think it would have always been this way between us?”

The question threw her. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. If we hadn’t … grown apart in high school.”

She shrugged. “There’s no point in thinking about it, you know.”

He stroked some hair back from her face, and he lifted a strand. “I thought you wanted to become a teacher.”

Gina burst out laughing. “Nah, I stopped wanting to be a teacher a long time ago.”

“Why beautician?” he asked.

“It’s fun.”

“Really?”

She chuckled. “I know, right. I never wore makeup growing up. I always found it boring, and so gross. All that stuff caked onto the face, but I never gave it a shot. Then one day, I went on this, I don’t know what you’d call it. I guess some kind of work experience, you know, in a beauty parlor. The woman there, she knew I had this disdain for makeup, but she showed me how amazing it could be. I love using different colors on women to draw out their eyes, or whatever. It’s fun.”

“You like painting people.”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s not painting people. I love the whole process of putting makeup on and doing hair. Once I opened my eyes to it and realized how much I enjoyed it, my classes changed. I took several business courses, and mostly beauty.”

“How did your parents handle it?” Jared asked.

“My dad was pissed, as you can imagine. He wanted his little girl to be a teacher. My mother said she would reserve judgment. After about a year of training, I came home and showed her what I knew, and she told me to follow my heart. After I graduated and stuff, I asked Mom what made her make up her mind. She told me she’d never seen me so happy doing something. She said that’s the key to life. Find something you love and get paid for doing it.” She smiled. “And that is what I did. What about you?”

“Cars have always been in my blood. Phil’s old man saw the potential in me, and I haven’t looked back since.”

Gina didn’t want to admit it, but she kind of wished Jared had seen her life, the changes. The twists. Just as she wished that she could have been there for him.

****

Two months later

“What?” Phil asked.

“Don’t, okay? Keep your judgey little voice down.”

“My judgey little voice? Maybe you need to realize what you’ve actually done.”

He glared at his friend, but he couldn’t be pissed at him.

For the past two months, Gina and he had been enjoying this new arrangement. Enjoying was the wrong fucking word. For him, he’d been relishing every second, anticipating every morning and evening, and each second in between. Sundays were his absolute favorite.

Unless he got a call out, they had each other, and that day was spent in absolute fuckfest.

He loved it.

He loved her.

That had never changed.

Jared had never stopped loving Gina even though he’d been a prick, a total bastard to her through high school by ignoring her. This was a chance for him to make things right.

Phil glanced around the shop and grabbed his arm, dragging him into the private office. “You’ve knocked Gina up.”

“Keep your fucking voice down.”

“You told me you forgot the condom, and then each time since, you’ve forgotten. You’ve even admitted to snooping. Damn it, Jared, what kind of a dickhead move is that?”