Chapter 4

His apartment is in a cute little place. It’s a complex, but there is a garden out. He has fresh lavender growing and when I lean over to smell it right outside his window he places his hand on my hip.

“Here is my castle.” And with a click of the key I am placed into his sanctuary.

Instantly this cold wet thing is on my calves. This mass of fur and tail assaults me with dog kisses.

“Down Karma…be nice! You’re still my girl.” His gentle voice calms her, and she sits with large brown lab eyes. He lets her out, and I take notice of my surroundings. It’s clean but not like he was expecting to have a girl here. There is a couch and an entertainment center. The kitchen is an open area, with a nice stove. There are a few dishes laying in the sink, which he promptly places into a dishwasher when he sees me looking at them.

I sit on the couch and he puts in a Hungry Lucy CD. I instantly blush and pull the same one out of my large purse.

“I draw, and paint some. It helps to be creative and listen to soothing things like Hungry Lucy. I think it’s funny as a fat girl, to listen to a band called Hungry Lucy.” We laugh, and I go into the kitchen where he rewards my approach with a glass of the red wine he bought. He lets and instructs me to slice the peppers, while he makes some fresh pasta. He starts the cream sauce and explains how it will all come together while cooking the shrimp. I munch on some extra bell peppers and he laughs teasing me with a quick dust of flour.

When the dinner is cooked, which didn’t take much time at all, the smells of the food and the colors are a feast of delight. The ribbons of white pasta, red peppers and the pink little shrimps look like Valentines Day, but to eat. I keep the wine to a minimum as he talks about himself, and lets me input information as well. Then the conversation twists.

“How long have you been a FA?” I ask with a small shake in my voice.

“For as long as I can remember. How long have you been a SSBBW?” He coos over his wine.

“For as long as I can remember.” I smile and now shot him a wink. We sit next to each other, instead of across from each other. Like the ribbons of pasta he slides his hand over mine like the cream sauce.

“May I?” he picks up my fork and carefully places a strand of pasta, pea, and shrimp with the delicious garlic sauce into my mouth. I moan slightly and lick the sauce from my lips. I see his eyes light up like a Christmas tree angel.

“I like food…” I say before kissing him, full on his lips.

After this hurried hungry kiss, he smiles.

“I like women who like food, and take pleasure in what I can do.” His devilish grin suddenly turns very innocent. We finish the meal, and he lets me talk about how much I love my body, of course after complementing my attire. He listens as I talk about how my biggest desire is to just find someone who can love it as much as I do, just the way it is.

Before I know it the music turns slightly upbeat, and I am standing in his living room. I am buzzed from the absolute amazing food, the warm feeling I get after I eat. I turn to him and beckon him closer, silently he stands and moves closer. I turn my hips and shake a little bit in a slow teasing manner. I can feel my thighs moving under my skirt, and my belly jiggle.

He steadies my upper stomach with his large hands, and moves my hair from my shoulders to the left side. He softly hums in time and tune with the music. He sways with me, and then starts to squeeze my first roll. I am not surprised, I was silently praying for him to do this. As his hands start to massage and caress me firmly I can’t help but arch my back a little and let out a deep moan. I put my arms around his neck, letting him have full access to me, my whole body.

My fingers slide through his hair and he strings me like a strand of pearls along my hips and over my thighs. His left hand moves to my collar bone and he stops my movement by turning my face to meet his. Breathless I can feel him, against my belly. Our tongues dance on each other, taking turns, and yet needing more. His mouth tastes like the sweet wine, his fingers still have some of the garlic taste to them. He wraps his fingers around mine and pulls me to the back part of the apartment.

He turns the light on to a queen sized bed in the left hand corner of the room. He has a dirty clothes basket and a computer in his room. He looks to me for a moment as if asking if having the light on is alright. I silently nod, and scan the room. His covers are pulled back on one side, indicating there has been no one to share this cocoon of blankets and the sea of sheets for sometime now. Once again he pulls me as close as we can get without becoming one person, and kisses me. I sit on the edge of the bed, while he kneels before me.