by Ally Nelson
"I came to see you of course," It was Daniel's usual calm voice, "seeing as you refused to attend any of my calls, I had no other choice," he stated as though it was perfectly normal to show up uninvited to someone's house and hide in the shadows till they returned.
Blair crossed her arms out in front of her, "You really need to leave now," she said through gritted teeth, "I don't want anything to do with you at the moment."
But Daniel's stance remained adamant and he did not even seem to budge. "I only want to talk to you."
"Well I don't," Blair huffed and unlocked her front door, "so you can either leave or freeze out here all night. Goodbye." And with that, she had stormed her way inside.
Blair had changed into her pajamas and was ready to snuggle into bed - it had been a long day. The stress of the night had almost made her forget what had transpired downstairs just a few moments ago.
But before she could properly make herself comfortable, her phone beeped once and his name flashed across the screen.
Of course, that smart bastard. He knew she would never pick up his call and so he had texted her instead.
Begrudgingly, Blair's fingers hovered over the open button but finally, she succumbed and the message sprang to life with a tap.
"I don't really mean to complain....but I mean it is awfully cold outside."
Blair rolled her eyes. Of course he would play the innocent victim blame-it-on-the-cold card.
Too bad. Go away."
Her phone buzzed almost immediately.
"It's actually getting harder to type here”
Blair groaned loudly – she knew the November chill of the night was unforgiving but there was no way she was going to let him inside – that would ruin everything and her resolve would crumble. Sighing to herself, she put her phone aside and her head hit the pillow.
One Hour Later
Blair couldn’t sleep; she found herself fazing in and out of consciousness. But after tossing and turning in her bed for more than an hour, Blair realized she could not take this anymore. She had to do something about him – she could not just sleep knowing he was standing right there outside.
Picking up her phone from her side, her fingers quickly went to type the following message.
“Please go home. I don’t want to call the cops on you.”
Blair bit down her lip as she pressed sent. Whether or not she could ever call the cops on him was an entirely different story but it sure made for a hefty threat and she hoped he would take the bait and leave the premises.
The phone buzzed almost immediately yet again.
“Just give me five minutes. I only want to apologize.”
Blair sighed deeply. He wanted to apologize? What was he going to say anyway? Still, seeing how stubborn he was being, it would probably be best to just get it over with and see what he has to say once and for all.
Slipping on her shoes, she made her way out to the front door. Just as she turned the knob, she noticed Daniel was still standing there in the same place where she had left him. He gave her a weak smile.
“Hey,” he greeted, again as though this was a completely normal situation to be in, “can I come inside?”
Blair looked at him for a moment and saw the expression on his face – it was solemn and of a person who had realized they had truly messed up. She nodded and opened out the door further to let him in.
“But be quiet, my mother’s still sleeping and I don’t want her to know you’re here.”
“Hey, she didn’t find out the first time, it’s okay,” he whispered back and she could have sworn she saw him wink at her through the dark.
They made their way back into Blair’s room and Blair went and sat at the edge of her bed. But when Daniel moved to try and take a seat next to her, Blair held out a steady hand.
“I’d rather you stand,” she said curtly, still refusing to meet his gaze.
“Blair, come on now,” he started, “I did not know you were going to be this upset. After all, you were the one who initiated the whole thing with Kate. You’re sending me some real mixed signals here.”
“Did you screw her after I left?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and the evident hurt seeping into her tone.
Daniel started shaking his head furiously at once, “Of course not! After I realized you were gone, I left her and came after you immediately. But you were already gone,” he explained.
“I have no reason to believe you,” Blair said, focusing on a small dot of chipped paint on her wall rather than having to look at his face.
“You’re right,” he sighed, “you don’t. But you know me – this is who I am. It is to secret that I have had my fair share of experiences with women and you know that too – you knew that before you started this thing with me. But the thing is, I haven’t been with anyone since meeting you and as far as I recall, the whole thing with Kate was your idea, was it not?”
When Blair showed no signs to reply to his question, he continued, “Come on, Blair. It’s not like we made anything official. We never even had that conversation so how come you’re so mad at me now?” he said and hearing it from his perspective, it started to make a little sense.
Blair finally looked up at him to meet him in the eye, “Okay,” she started slowly, “let’s have that conversation now.”
Daniel did not break eye-contact, “I’m not one for serious relationships, Blair-,” but she quickly cut him off mid-sentence before he had the chance to complete his words.
“Yes, you’ve made that abundantly clear as it is. Is that what you came to say here?”
Daniel shook his head, “You did not let me finish.”
Blair narrowed her eyes at him but he continued none-the-less.
“Blair, I’ve never been one for relationship but with you – it’s different. You actually make me want to keep you for myself – you’re so young but you’re so smart for your age and you always keep me guessing – I’m in love with the feeling, Blair,” he said to her, his eyes locked onto her sincerely.
Blair only gulped and looked back at him, at a loss of words, “And I don’t want to lose it. So, let’s have that conversation. I’m willing to be exclusive with you, if that’s what you want. The ball is in your court.”
“Daniel,” she breathed out as she realized he had begun to walk closer to her, “of course that’s what I want.”
And that was all the validation Daniel needed as he swooped her up in his arms to capture her lips with his – he felt her smile through the kiss.
“I love you.”
But before Blair had a chance to respond, suddenly she was hit by a wave of nausea, similar to the one she was feeling when she was at the party earlier but at a much higher intensity.
“Whoa,” she breathed out, “Shit, I think I’m going to be sick.”
And then she was off running to the bathroom. Daniel found her bent over the porcelain bowl, retching out the content of her stomach.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Blair wiped the edge of her mouth, “Yeah – I don’t know what happened. I don’t usually get sick.”
Daniel took one finger and removed the stray hair that had gotten stuck to her face, “when did you last get your period?” he asked.
Blair blinked at him once and then again, “What? You don’t think its-.”
“I’m only making sure.”
“Wait, I think my mother has some spare tests lying around. I’ll go grab one.” Blair nearly bolted out of that room, adrenaline pumping through her veins.
It couldn’t be, right?
But twenty minutes and a large pink plus sign later, Blair’s and Daniel’s suspicions were confirmed.
Blair threw her head in her hands as she looked at the positive stick for the hundredth time, “How could this happen? How the hell did I end up pregnant?”
Daniel rubbed her back comfortingly, “I think that first night at the clinic – that’s when.”
Blair gulped, “What now?” she sounded scare
d, “We’ve only just laid the boundaries of our relationship and now this?”
Daniel was quiet for a moment. “We can work it out, Blair. I’m willing to settle down with you.”
Blair was taken aback by his words, “But I have college.”
“You can still go to college. I have enough money for you to have the baby and then hire a nanny. I’m going to be with you in every step,” Daniel reassured her, firmly grasping her hand in his.
She shook her head, “You really think we’re going to be okay?”
“Yes.”
“I love you.”
And then they both leaned upwards and suddenly their lips were colliding. It was at that moment that they knew that no matter what happens now or what life throws at them, they will survive.
Humiliated at the Doctor’s Office
By: Naughty Nicole
Humiliated at the Doctor’s Office
© Naughty Nicole 2015 – All rights reserved
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Chapter One
I couldn’t tell you why, but I’d always felt surprisingly comfortable at the doctor’s. Maybe it was the gleaming white surfaces and the scent of disinfectant that appealed to the clean-freak within me. Maybe it was the smile of the receptionist as she looked up my name on her computer. Or maybe it was just the fact that it was familiar. After the month I’d had, I’d been in desperate need of something normal.
As I sat in the waiting room, I let out a sigh, attracting a terse glance from an older woman sitting across the room from me reading one of the old magazines they kept in a box. As soon as she looked back down at the page, I pulled a face at her. It was childish, but it made me feel better. Sometimes, it just felt good to let everyone know what a miserable time I was having. Clasping my hands on my stomach in front of me, I went over the events of the last few weeks in my head.
Well, I suppose it had been more than a few weeks- it had started way back when I’d met Frank at the start of the year. We’d hooked up at a New Year’s party, where he’d drunkenly slurred in my ear how much of a thing he had for larger women (yeah, I know, I should have figured out what a douche he was as soon as he thought it was appropriate to tell that to a stranger). But I was tipsy, horny, and wanted someone to make out with when the clock chimed, so I went home with him.
Frank and I had sex- decent, not amazing- and he’d made endless comments about how much he liked my big boobs, my thick thighs and the curve of my tummy. Look, it wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate compliments. Far from it. I love being told I’m pretty as much as the next girl. But it was the way Frank did it, as if he was doing me some huge favor by saying I looked good. He didn’t seem to realize that just because I was a slightly larger woman that people still found me attractive and didn’t feel the need to reduce me down to my weight. I never really appreciated having my body type fetishized like that, but I was at a low point and it felt good to have someone call me hot after a long dry spell.
So, we had sex. And he stayed over. And he kept staying over. And we kept having sex. It wasn’t the great, all-consuming romance I figured a lot of my friends thought it was, but rather something easy and straightforward and a little bit routine. I’d been in love before, and it wasn’t quite that. It was one step down from love, something familiar and normal that sort of just became part of my life. We discovered a handful of things in common-foreign cinema, our alma mater- and it just made sense for us to keep seeing each other. Neither of us had the energy to go out looking for a new partner, so we stayed together because it was easier than heading out into single life again.
Then, of course, I discovered that he wasn’t holding back on looking for new sex partners- he just hadn’t bothered to break up with me first. Yeah, he’d been cheating on be for about three months by the time I figured out why he was avoiding my calls a few nights a week and why he seemed less interested in having mediocre sex with me. I guess everyone expected me to be heartbroken when I found out- especially when I discovered that the woman he’d been cheating on me with was a slim, conventionally gorgeous lawyer from across town- but I was more angry than upset. I didn’t compare myself to her, and simply shrugged and kind of waved him out of my life after that. He tried to apologize and I occasionally got texts from him now asking if I was still single and if I wanted to meet up and he was so sorry and he missed me, as I assumed his bit on the side had lost interest in him once their affair was revealed. I never replied to those texts. I wanted him to stew. Maybe next time he would think better of cheating on the woman he’s been with for eight months.
But much as I felt free- liberated by the loss of my crappy relationship- Frank and his girlfriend had left me with one little parting gift before I could forget them entirely. While Frank and I hadn’t exactly been at it like bunnies before the split, I was keen to get an STD test just in case, so I could present myself with a clean bill of health to all my future partners. And, knowing Frank, he was probably too dumb to wrap it before he stuck it in strange.
My mind drifted to the day I’d found her sexy snapchats saved on his phone. She was slim, with a little bit of a tummy like me, and waves of long blonde hair that fell to her small breasts. I remember feeling not hatred towards her, but pity, as I wondered how long Frank had been stringing her along and if she was prepared for the reality of a relationship with him when he slunk over to her looking to have his wounds (and his balls) licked.
The way everyone reacted, I figured that they thought I should be devastated over his betrayal, especially because it was with a woman who was so different from me, but I didn’t give a shit. If he’d been cheating on her with me, my curvy body would be used as proof that he’d taken a step down in the world. The way I looked would always be used to shame me, even if I felt no shame for my body or the way I handled it.
Glancing up, I caught sight of myself in the window, my reflection staring back at me with wide eyes. My weight had fluctuated right from when I started puberty- where I had once been washboard-flat, my body produced curves and rolls that I’d only ever seen on my friend’s big sisters before. I initially tried to fight against my womanly form, dieting for all I was worth, but I slowly grew to like the way my D-cup breasts filled out a sweater, and how my ass looked pinchable as hell in a tight skirt. Sure, the attention from boys helped too, but it was my own self-worth that mattered to me, not whether some dude wanted to stick his dick in me.
It took me a long time to accept the fact that I wasn’t going to look like the teeny-tiny skinny girls in magazines, but once I did my life became a thousand times better. I focused on making myself healthy, instead of skinny, and ate a bunch more- I learnt to cook a bunch of great meals from scratch, enjoying the way my body felt when it was full of good stuff. And I exercised more, turning the fat on my body into muscle. I still had curves, but I felt good in them now, enjoying the way my body moved and rippled around me. And the men I dated loved
it, too- whether they just didn’t care what I looked like or if they actually sought our bigger women like me. It helped that I knew how to wear my size, rocking big dresses, ombre hair, and massive make-up on my almond eyes. I didn’t want to fade away into the background like so many women my size had been taught to do, I wanted to look as awesome as I could. And I knew I did.
I glanced across at the desk, looking at the receptionist behind it, and felt my heart do a little flutter. This kind of thing always happened once I was coming out of a long-term relationship with a guy- I would find myself drawn to women for a little while, my body reacting against the onslaught of dick I’d been faced with in the previous few months. I knew I did actually, genuinely like women, but I’d never plucked up the nerve to actually ask one out before.
I found myself constantly wondering what it would be like, ending up on a date or even in bed with the petite ladies who made my stomach flip. It wasn’t like I hadn’t made out with girls before, but the thought of going even further was becoming more and more tempting as time went on. The receptionist, and women like her had always been the ones to catch my eye- dressed smartly, with small, tight, curvaceous bodies and feminine features. I guessed it was my way of firmly rejecting masculine energy, going for a woman who was totally and sweetly feminine.
The receptionist looked up, and cast a smile my way; I grinned back and looked away, not wanting to be caught making the staff uncomfortable. Even though I figured she wouldn’t think I was doing much more than staring off into space, I didn’t want to freak her out with my patent slavering over her slim form.
I was snapped out of my reverie by the door clicking open, and my name being called.
“Andy Johnson?”
“Right here,” I stood up, nodding politely at the woman who’d just said my name. She cast a wide grin at me, and gestured for me to follow her.
