chapter 7

I fell asleep next to him on my carpet. He had wrapped his beefy arm around me. His face was so close to mine. His lips were pouty and I wanted to kiss them. His penis was still hard and it was poking me.

Had I forgiven him? Probably. It all depended on how he acted when he woke up. I wriggled from under his bear grip and got the blanket from my bed. I covered him with it and went to the bathroom. When I reentered my bedroom he stood wrapped in the blanket.

"Hey, good morning Reese." He gave me a soft smile. I was so still in love with him. "Come here a second." I walked over to him and he looked down at me, as if he were thinking deeply on a pressing matter. He leaned close into my face and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.

"Javi...," I started. He smiled again.

"I like you way better than Claire." He was so close; the cinnamon smell was still strong and refreshing. "I really am sorry about what I said to you. I didn't mean that at all. I swear I didn't."

"Don't mention it," I said. "But there is something you can do to make it up to me." He raised his thick, black eyebrows in question. "Let me make you some breakfast. You must be insanely hung-over." He laughed, but I knew I was right.

I left the room and looked around for Gran. She was gone. I forgot she volunteered at the church all Saturday. I went back into my room. "Gran's not here. You can just wear your underwear if you'd like."

He threw the comforter on my mattress and bent over to get his underwear. What an ass! I felt my face heat up and I turned my head away, still peaking out of the corner of my eye.

He pulled them on and walked towards me, his beefy thighs casting some sort of spell. "Are we still gonna eat breakfast?" he asked. I stood frozen, looking at his firm, yet fleshy pecs.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry." He grinned at me and as I turned he grabbed my wrist. He pulled me into his body. The strong, spicy smell filled my nostrils. He had become so much more assertive. He enjoyed his size and being able to do things like this. "Don't you want...breakfast...?" I asked trying to pull away, but not really wanting to.

He kissed me again and grabbed my butt. "Can't I have you for breakfast?" We both laughed and he let go of me, making me realize how much I enjoyed him touching me. "You know, I always looked at you in a romantic sort of way. I just didn't think it'd work out."

"I thought you liked...girls," I said faintly. He smiled.

"I thought the more I talked about it, the more true it'd become." So many misunderstandings, so much wasted time. He grabbed me again. "I'm sorry, but it's really fun holding onto you."

"I like it," I said as my hands explored his back, then his butt. "I like this...," I said as I pinched his meaty cheeks. "...And this..." I worked my way to his fleshy love handles. They were thick and firm.

"I always pegged you as a chubby chaser..." He grinned. "I guess that's a good thing, eh?" Why was that so embarrassing? I smiled too. He moved me over to the bed. Gosh, he was aggressive sexually. I leaned up, giving my own forceful edge to our new experience, and kissed his pouty, full lips.

He pulled his engorged penis from his briefs and pulled at my shirt. His gut touching me in ways that excited me even further. I feared I would cum pre-maturely. "I'm really nervous," I said.

"We don't have to do this...I don't even think I'm ready either," he said as he kissed my neck. His facial hair tickled. I grabbed the top of my pajama bottoms and pulled them down as I lay on my back. He grabbed onto my penis gingerly.

"Reese James, are you still here?" Gran called. "I have some food here, for you and Javier. Is he still with you?" I caught my breath.

"Ye...AH!" My voiced cracked. "We'll be right down Gran! Thanks!" He smiled at me shyly and got from on top of me. I sat up and pulled on my clothes. I handed him a t-shirt from my drawer and he put his Zorro costume pants back on. He left them unbuttoned. We made our way downstairs and ate breakfast.