On the Plus Side (8 page)

I’d never wanted to be a car more in my life, if that’s what it took to have him softly caress me that way. I silently wished to be a car—I was big enough to be one. I wanted to imagine myself purring every time Devin got inside me and took me for a ride. Unfortunately, all I could see was me drunk with chocolate smeared across my face singing the Transformer’s intro “Robots in Disguise!” into Shannon’s broken box fan.

“So, where do you want to go? I was thinking dinner and a movie, but it’s completely up to you if you wanna do something else instead.”

“A movie sounds fun. I wonder what’s playing.”

We stood out front and looked at all the movies playing. There really wasn’t much to choose from. There was a sappy chick flick, which I’m sure any other girl would choose, but that I had absolutely no desire to see. Then there was the new slasher film that was supposed to be super gross with lots of blood, sex, and action...I was dying to see it.

“It’s up to you, but I don’t mind blood and guts in case you’re wondering.” I shrugged, as I hoped he’d man up and pick the
slasher flick.

There was no way I was going to admit that I wasn’t like every other normal chick he’s been out with. So instead, I just hinted that I’d rather see the scary movie.

“It’s OK if you wanna see the scary movie instead of the chick flick. To be honest, I’m glad. I hate chick flicks.” He laughed and I felt myself relax.

“Yeah, me, too.
No girly tears and drama for me.”

“My kind of girl.”
He winked. “Come on, let’s get the tickets.” He grabbed my hand and I followed him to the ticket line.

His hands were warm and hard, and they made my chubby hands seem small. I liked the fact that he was so much taller than me and his hands were so much larger than mine. Again, he made me feel small and I loved feeling small for once in my life. Callused rough spots rubbed against my soft hands and instead of turning me off, I imagined how nice those rough spots would feel against different soft parts of my body.

He
paid
for the tickets and then we went inside where he
paid
for the popcorn and the drinks. I felt awful. Here I was loaded, with more money in my personal bank account than he’d probably make in his whole life, and yet he was paying for everything. I didn’t say anything. He’d probably hate it if I offered to pay. He was entirely too proud for that and the last thing I wanted to do was make him feel like he was poor or something.

Soon we were settled into the movie theater with our popcorn and drinks, watching the previews. I wasn’t as nervous anymore, but I couldn’t help but notice the few females who kept looking at Devin. It made me feel like they were looking at us and I couldn’t help but feel like they were wondering what the hell he was doing with me.

We sat and watched the movie. I felt like a dumbass every time I jerked when the scary killer jumped out of nowhere. Whenever I’d jerk, he’d reach down and squeeze my knee. I loved it. It was like he was reassuring me that he’d protect me if the killer jumped out the screen. I’d never had anyone treat me that way before. It was a small action, but it was huge for me.

His deep chuckle vibrated my shoulder as I covered my eyes when things got too bloody. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good scary movie, but some things are too much.

There was one point when we stuck our hands in the popcorn at the same time. I pulled my hand back like the popcorn container was full of snakes and he flashed his “I know you want me” smile.

When we got up to leave he held my hand and I felt like I was in high school again. Holding hands isn’t something I’d ever experienced before tonight and it made me sad to think of all the things I’d missed as a teenager. I’d be sure to make up for all those lost things now, though.

He opened the car door for me and I slid in. He smiled before shutting the door and making his way around to the driver’s side.

“OK, so where to now?” he asked.

“Where ever is fine with me,” I answered.

“Are you always this easy?” he asked, before he busted out laughing. “You know what I mean…not like that. I mean so easy to get along with.”

It took me a minute to catch on to what he was saying before I started laughing, too.

“I know what you mean. OK, fine—um—what about putt
putt?”

“Now that’s more like it! Be prepared, I’m the putt
putt king!”

The rest of the night was a blur. We had so much fun. I was so comfortable with him. We laughed and picked at each other. He ended up not being very good at putt
putt after all and that was comedic in itself. He spent most of the night being a complete gentleman: Holding fences open for me, getting me something to drink, holding my putter while I pulled my hair out of my face. It was amazing.

Later, after I’d won like three rounds of putt
putt, we decided it was getting late and left. We talked the entire drive back to my apartment. He asked me questions about myself and I could tell that he actually cared about the answers—he wanted to get to know me.

He answered my questions as well.

“What grade’s your sister in?”

“Jenny’s in tenth grade. She’s a hand full that’s for damn sure. I swear she’s got the mouth of a forty-year-old sailor. Just the other day she got in trouble at school for calling her math teacher an old bitch.”

I laughed. He had no idea how lucky he was to have a sibling that he was so close to. Something about having a baby sister around really appealed to me, even if she did act like a boy.

“Tell me about your dad. Are you guys close?”

Apparently, his dad, Herald, could charm the pants off any lady in town and fix an engine with his eyes closed.

“Sounds like you’re a lot like your dad,” I smiled.

“No…I’m not.” He didn’t smile back.

I dropped the subject of family when he seemed to get tense and changed the subject to classic cars. I watched as he very animatedly talked about his favorites. He was absolutely adorable when he was accidently being himself and not the sexy playboy.

All in all, it was one of the best nights of my life. I was sad when I saw that we were parked in front of my apartment. I didn’t want the night to end.

Eight

An Accidental Attraction

I spent most of the night staring at her tits like I was some wet-behind-the-ears punk. This was
not
working out in my favor so far. I was supposed to be the one seducing, but her innocence was making me wild. Biting her lip was her nervous tick and I swear to God every time she did it I wanted to bite it, too. It made me uncomfortable as shit and that never happened to me.

Another surprising thing about Lilly…she was a blast. I was shocked by how much fun I had on our little “fake” date. There was no alcohol, drugs, or sex involved, just good ole friendly fun and it was throwing me off my game big time. I laughed more with Lilly than I had with any other girl and I mean real laughter, not the bogus shit I’d throw out to appease a girl before I fucked her.

She had to be one the coolest chicks I’d ever been out with. The fact that she loved slasher flicks was good enough for me, but she was a badass at putt putt, too!  You can’t beat that shit with both hands. Most girls would whine about sitting through a dude movie, not Lilly. She smiled and did the cute little jerking thing every time the killer jumped out. I used those little jerks as a reason to reach down and touch her. Damn, she was growing on me and it sucked ass.

The things we had in common were unreal. I never thought in a million years that I’d be so comfortable with a chick so fast, and while her tits were fucking amazing, I wasn’t thinking about banging her every five seconds. I actually enjoyed her company. It was kind of sad that we couldn’t stay friends after all this was done and over with. This was never supposed to end well…I knew that when I started. She’d hate me when I just suddenly never talked to her again…that was expected. She wasn’t my friend, she was a job.

When we pulled up to her apartment I got out and opened her car door for her. The seat belt had pulled down her low cut top and a hint of light pink bra peeked out. Not the black, lacey, zebra bullshit like the bras Renee and the other skanks wore, but just a soft baby pink that suited her so well.

She must lotion her hands like ten times a day. That was the only explanation for hands as soft as hers. I could only imagine how soft the rest of her was. This was my thought process as I held her hand up the side walk to her door. I felt a hint of sadness when she pulled her hand away to dig through her purse for her keys.

She pulled them out and fought with the lock for a few seconds. Her hands were shaking so bad that the keys were actually jingling. The poor thing was a nervous wreck. She probably thought I was going to kiss her goodnight since that’s what happened on normal dates. At least that’s what I’ve heard…I’ve never dated.

At the beginning of the date, she was nervous, and it was cute, but after she got comfortable with me her nervousness melted away. Once she started having fun, she was more than cute. Her happy smile illuminated her face and she glowed. I really liked that glow. I hated that she was nervous again and for some uncomfortable reason, I wanted her to smile...I wanted to make her glow.

I reached out and put my hand over hers to stop them from shaking. I let my fingers linger over hers longer than needed as I slowly took the key from her and unlocked her door.

“Thank you,” she said as she looked down and tucked her hair behind her ear.

When she looked up again she smiled and her blush made
me
feel warm. Realizing that I was losing track of the situation, I shook myself.

“You’re welcome. I had a lot of fun tonight. I hope we can do it again.”

“Me, too,” she said.

I was about to tell her goodnight…maybe kiss her on the cheek and make a run for it, but again she surprised me. 

“You know…my roommate’s still out if you want to come in for a few.”  She peeked up at me through her dark bangs and nervously nibbled her bottom lip.

I unconsciously licked mine with the thought of nibbling on her lip, too. She looked so innocent and sweet with her flaming cheeks. My throat suddenly felt coated with a strange thickness as I swallowed hard.

Did I really want to go inside her apartment? What was she offering anyway? And if she was offering herself, would I be able to say no? Did she realize that by asking me into her place she was practically saying she wanted to do it? Probably not, she was way too innocent for that.

“Sure,” I blurted out.

I stepped into the apartment and was surrounded by a homey down-to-Earth place. I’m not sure what I expected to find—maybe an oversized palace with crystal chandeliers? Instead, there were big comfy couches and pictures on the walls. It screamed ‘home sweet home’ and I found myself relieved that she didn’t live in one of those ritzy apartments that were so perfect you were scared to sit on the couch and fuck up the throw pillows.

“Make yourself at home. I’m
gonna run to the bathroom real quick. The remote’s on the coffee table, turn on whatever you want. I’ll be right back.”

I sat on the big fluffy couch and relaxed for a few while flipping through the hundreds of channels. Damn, what I’d give for the expensive cable.

Finally, I made it to the Discovery channel and a really cool heart surgery caught my eye. The narrator was walking me through the entire process as the chest was opened and the heart was exposed. I watched half disgusted and half amazed.

It wasn’t long before she came back dressed in a cute pair of pink and black flannel pants and a black razor back tank. It covered her completely and really there wasn’t anything sexy about the outfit, but those pink bra straps were really visible. For some reason I didn’t fully understand, I was turned on.

I shifted on the couch and used a pillow to cover my crotch…just in case.

I’d never in my life found a big girl attractive, but Lilly was a different kind of big girl. She was thick in the right places and had the most beautiful long hair. The desire to run my fingers through it followed me around all night. At one point during putt
putt, she pulled her hair up into a messy bun so she could see to play and I wanted to beg her to let it down again.

Her hair was swept up right now and I wanted to ask her to please take her little hair ribbon out. The thought of that long hair lying on her shoulders and those pink bra straps peeking out was doing it for me.

“Find anything good on?” she asked as she sat beside me on the couch and propped her fuzzy slipper covered feet on the coffee table.

Since when were fuzzy slippers fucking hot? Damn, I need to get laid in the very near future.

A horrified expression crossed her face when she realized what I was watching on TV. Apparently, she only liked fake blood and guts.

“Oh my God…what are you watching?
Eww turn it, turn it now!” she covered her eyes.

I jokingly pulled at her hands and laughed.

“Oh come on, Lilly! I thought you liked blood and guts?” I continued to playfully pull at her hands.