Chapter 4 - Bring the car around

Updated early because why not?

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The car ride back was quieter. I was a little tipsy from the wine, and Basil was very full. His shirt had looked more strained at the party than it had at the cafe, and now his sweater vest was riding up several inches.

His pillowy arm was around me, and I rested against his side, my head just under his shoulder. I could hear the gurgles of his digestion in the ear pressed to his flesh and soft, humming sighs. Finally, he broke the cozy silence and asked, “Did you have a good time?”

“I did, very much so,” I replied, turning my face to his. “I had a wonderful time.” It was such a temptation to explore his rolls that bounced beside me. Gently resting a palm against his belly, as I did at the party, seemed like a good compromise. I knew he was comfortable with it, and it made me very happy.

Basil cleared his throat. “And… you really want to do it again?” The confidence he’d enjoyed during his feast had ebbed for some reason. I wanted to reassure him and patted his gut gently. His other hand reached over his belly, squishing it with a little gasp of discomfort that did not escape my notice, and took mine. He pulled it up to the uppermost swell of his belly, just under his thick rolls of chest and moob. We held hands, rested them on his gut, and I nestled closer.

“In a heartbeat. I… Well, I would even love to spend more time tonight with you. We could go back to your place or mine…” The admission made me suddenly nervous. I wanted him so badly that I couldn’t imagine that he wanted me with the same intensity. He was a dream come true, I was a cute human, in an average sort of way. I added hastily, “Only if you wanted to as well.”

He made a ponderous noise that rumbled in his chest. “I… it’s been a while since I’ve…” He trailed off again. “Not tonight, I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay,” I said. My crushed hopes would bounce back in a few days, and it wasn’t as if he’d said never, just not now. I wondered what he’d meant by “a while” and what exactly it had been a while since. “This is the first date I’ve had in quite a few months, myself.”

His body stiffened under the layers of plumpness softening him. “Ah. It’s been a bit more than a few months for me.” Basil sounded suddenly despondent. “My options are probably more limited than yours.”

“I don’t know about that,” I replied quietly. “My interests are pretty limited. I only date big guys – though none have ever been as handsome as you.”

“Oh.” The single syllable held volumes of feeling. He said nothing for several minutes, but squeezed and stroked my hand thoughtfully. “So, you prefer, ah, body types that – I mean, bigger – well, my kind of body?”

“God yes,” I said. We were getting close to my apartment. Before I left his car, I needed to kiss him again, needed it on a pure animal, biological level. Reassuring him, telling him I found him gorgeous, seemed like the perfect time. “I really like you, Basil.”

He smiled in the dark car, the streetlights only allowing brief glimpses of his plump, round face. “I really like you too.”

Breaking every “buckle up for safety” rule I’d ever been told, I unfastened my seat belt so that I could shift onto my knees. He was too tall to kiss when I sat – a detail that I found unfathomably arousing. I slipped my arms up over his moobs, around his thick neck, and pulled myself close to him. In the photo flashes of the passing streetlights, his expression changed from surprised, to nervous, to happy, and finally to something that looked almost as greedy as I felt. God, I wanted him greedy for me, to eat my pussy with the same passion and need he attacked his food.

“Oh, Millie,” he breathed and grasped my waist. I closed my eyes, and his lips pressed to mine, soft, smooth, and supple. His tongue parted my lips and I received him gratefully. I could taste the feast we’d just enjoyed and his own particular flavor that I couldn’t quite place. Something about it was almost buttery and sweet, like the years of indulging had shaped his own chemistry.

Our kisses heated up, and his hand squeezed my waist in a soft yet needy rhythm. I needed more of his too. I lifted his other hand and pressed it to my breast. They weren’t as big as his by any means, but they were quite large by normal standards. He made the most appealing sharp sigh. Turning to grope my tits meant squishing his overstuffed gut, but it also meant groping a woman as hard and as much as he wanted.

“Fuck,” he exhaled and stroked his thumb over my nipple. I squirmed and squeaked against his lips at the rush of pleasure flooding me.

“Oh good,” he murmured. “You’re sensitive there?” He caressed me again, and then pinched my nipple lightly. An explosive gasp burst from me. I was already so turned on that the possibility of the mythical nipple orgasm seemed plausible.

“Very,” I whimpered and pressed myself to his soft body. My hands skimmed over the round curves of his fat, even sliding down to explore some of the rolls that tempted me. He didn’t resist my hand’s intrusion, he smiled, his lips curving against mine.

The car stopped, the very last thing I wanted. Basil didn’t let me go while the driver let the engine idle. “I don’t want to say good night,” he said and gazed into my eyes.

I took in the fondness of his expression, the way his cheeks bulged when he smiled. His chin and jawline were so strong that even the layers of fat couldn’t quite obscure them, but they certainly weren’t prominent. The heavy forehead that could easily look like he was scowling was soft and relaxed right now. Another kiss, and another, and another followed. My pussy was so wet I worried that I’d soaked through my panties and dress onto the seat, and my heart raced with every kiss and caress. How could I let this gorgeous, sweet man leave my side, even for a night?

“You could come in,” I suggested. “We could just cuddle and talk.”

He snorted and grinned. “I would break your couch, and I don’t think we’d end up just talking.” *Woof*. He was right – if I saw him break my couch I’d lose my mind and jump him.

He probably didn’t see breaking furniture as sexy – most guys I’d dated feared it – so I decided against sharing that thought. “You’re right.” I sighed and ran my hand over one of his horns. They weren’t too tall and bent in an arch that, funnily enough, mirrored the curve of his belly in profile. *God, he’s perfect.*

“Go on in,” he said. “Get some sleep, and text me tomorrow if you want to get together.”

“Ha, I’ll text you before I even change into my pajamas, big guy,” I teased.

Basil glowed at the affectionate nickname. “Big guy, huh? Well, I guess I can’t argue with that.” His mouth twitched in a funny, small smile and, unconsciously, patted his gut. “The sooner you sleep the sooner tomorrow starts, so be a good girl and get some rest.”

*Oh fuck*. It was my turn to glow. *Good girl*. The best and highest compliment a submissive like me could imagine. He saw it too, his little smile spreading into a wide and hungry grin at the sight of my needy expression and wide eyes. He chuckled darkly and kissed my cheek. “My good girl,” he whispered. I clutched at him, every inch of wobbly flesh I could reach, and kissed him in a frenzy.

I’m not sure how, exactly, but eventually he pried me off of him and I found myself in my little, adequate, and very beige apartment. The first thing I did was text him, and the second was to strip and get my vibrator out. The whole evening had felt like one long edging scene. He worked me up with his body, his appetite, and his desire for me, and I don’t think he quite realized how powerful and effect he had on me.

-I can’t wait to see you again-, I wrote and added hearts after the words.

His reply was seconds later. -Me neither- followed by a winking devil emoji. I sighed, thrilled at the evening, and pleased by the fact that my vibrator was fully charged. It would need all the juice it had tonight.

Though I’d gone to bed late, and even later due to my long session with my vibrator, I bounced out of bed early. *Should I text him? Should I wait?* I waffled between the two options, and decided to put off texting him until after lunch. Everyone I knew in the dining industry kept late hours, I’d risk waking him up.

So, what to do with all this energy until then? I couldn’t settle down to do anything quiet, so I popped on a dance cardio video to make an idiot of myself and have some fun. The pounding beat distracted me and I sweated away happily. I was so absorbed that I almost missed my phone ringing. Apparently, Basil was more of an early riser than I’d expected.

“Hello?” I panted, pausing the video as quickly as I could.

“You’re out of breath,” he said. His voice was rich and deep even over the phone, and I could hear a little smirk in his voice. “Did I interrupt something?”

I flopped onto my loveseat and giggled. “I was doing some cardio, that’s all.”

“I’d wager that’s a pleasant sight,” he mused. “Do you wear tight pants and crop tops?”

“Ha, well, yes to the yoga pants, but my boobs are too big for generic sports bras.”

“Oh, do tell,” he said, sounding quite interested in that.

I laughed at his obviously horny answer. “Yep. Average band size, huge cup size. Not going to fit into any small, medium, large paradigm.”

“Hmm. I’ll believe it when I see it,” he teased, but then an edge of nervousness crept into his voice. He tried to sound casual when he asked, “So, did you change your mind overnight, or does seeing me again still sound good?”

“No change here, I still would really love to see you!” I didn’t want to give him a moment of doubt in my interest.

The relief was clear in his voice, no attempt to hide it this time. “Oh good! We went to one of my places last night, what would you like to do tonight?”

I shuffled around my living room with a thoughtful hum when my reflection in the hallway mirror caught my eye. He’d seen me all dolled up last night – would he still like me in more casual clothes? Inspiration struck. “I was wondering if we could do something more laid back, maybe pop some popcorn and rent a movie?” *Maybe let me drape myself against your gorgeous soft body?*

He was a little slow answering. “Well, if that sounds like fun to you. I could certainly take you somewhere fancy if you prefer.”

“I like you, Baz, I don’t need fancy. Plus, I’d rather not have to squeeze myself into shapewear two nights in a row.”

Through the phone, I heard a slow hissing inhale. “All right.” He went silent again. “I was serious when I said I’d break your couch, Millie. We’ll have to watch the movie at my apartment.” A curtness rose in his tone, defensive and sharp.

“That sounds lovely, my place is tiny and beige anyway,” I said lightly. He was more confident than some of the bigger men I’d been with, but the world wasn’t always kind to men of his size and stature. “Any dress code I need to know about?”

“Um,” he said, suddenly awkward. “Dress comfortably.”

“No requests?”

“Well… the idea of you dressed in athleisure made my pulse race a little faster,” he said finally. “Maybe something cute like that?”

“I do have a pair of joggers that are awfully nice to touch,” I said in my best attempt at a purr.

He tried to suppress his reaction and it came out as a strangled groan. “That sounds really cute. Really cute. Um, I’ll send my car over at seven?”

“Seven it is then!” I agreed. “I can’t wait to see you, Basil.”

“Me neither.” His voice held such warmth and eagerness in it that my heart sang. Not even ten hours and I’d see my big, gorgeous man again.

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If you're looking for the explicit stuff, tune in next week when Millie rides Baz's belly to orgasm!