Unexpected Encounters: ( A BBW Erotic Romance)

by Nora Stone

  I nodded to assure him that I understood. “That sounds fun. I haven’t been to a pajama party in ages. Will you be wearing pajamas, too?”

  “Oh, but of course. Tell me what to cook and I will serve you a feast.” I loved the way he said sehv for serve without touching on the ‘r’.

  “Um…I don’t know.”

  “Shall I surprise you? I didn’t know if you would like surprises.”

  I quickly shook my head and told him, “Normally, I don’t. Can I trust you not to feed me something overly exotic…like fried ants smothered in chocolate?”

  “I would never smother such a delicacy in chocolate,” he told me with a playful grin. “Yes, Susan, you can trust me. Insects are not on my list of palatable foods. You said you’re a fan of gourmet coffee. I think you’ll be more than satisfied with my cooking.” He leaned forward as if he was going to tell me a secret and whispered, “Do you know that a sprinkle of gourmet coffee in some food is a flavor enhancer?”

  I could have hugged him right then and there. The man was fascinating. I hated to cook so anyone that knew how to use spices was a god in my book.

  The food arrived. I’d had him order because I had no clue about Japanese cuisine. I started to move to smother a morsel in some sauce, but he pointed to the small bowl. “Use sparingly. Trust me on this.”

  I dabbed a bit on and ate it. My eyes widened as heat exploded in my mouth. He grinned and nodded. “Excellent, isn’t it. Quickly now…drink this.”

  I grabbed the cup and downed the bit of tea. The flavorful blend was better than anything I’d tasted in my life. I couldn’t hold back my moan.

  His grin widened. “I love watching people taste different items for the first time. It’s like living the experience all over again.”

  I happily followed every bit of advice he offered about my food. I couldn’t remember a more enjoyable and relaxed meal, and I couldn’t wait to taste William’s cooking.

  The rest of the night was just as enjoyable. I found out that William was in Portland on a one-year contract with a company. He was hoping to renew when the year was up because he loved it in Portland. I hoped he did too. If nothing romantic came of this, I’d like to keep him as a friend at the least.

  He didn’t try to kiss me after the date. I actually appreciated this and took it as a gentlemanly sign versus one that he didn’t like me. We’d hit it off, so I knew the latter wasn’t the case. I was really relieved that he wasn’t pawing at me.

  We kept in contact for the next several days through cell texts and LoveMatch.com. Zoe was happy that our date had gone smoothly. She even joked about being relieved that I wasn’t gushing about hot sex anymore.

  I tried to tease her a little about her own sex life, but she was grumpy over it. I knew what the problem was; her sex life had become all about having a baby versus the joys of sex. I felt for her and thought about calling to offer Brian a bit of advice. I just didn’t want to overstep my bounds. Zoe offered me excellent dating advice, especially since she’d met Brian on LoveMatch.com.

  I showed her the selfies that I’d taken with various outfits and asked, “Which one should I wear to his place?”

  “Why are they all pajamas?” She asked.

  I laughed and reminded her of the way William had asked me. She frowned and said, “Shouldn’t you just bring them with you?”

  “Well, of course. I’m not going to drive over to his place wearing pajamas. I’ll just throw on a T-shirt and jeans to get there. But, I need to know which set of jammies to change into once I’m there. What do you think?”

  She carefully looked at the set of three photos and finally pointed to blue ones with small bears on them. I nodded in reply. “I was hoping you’d pick that pair. They’re really comfortable.”

  She barked a laugh and said, “Dang, Zoe, you really picked a polar opposite to…”

  My hand shot up. “Do not compare anything in my dating life to that man, Zoe.”

  “Okay, okay. Good point. You look really relaxed, but still excited. And that’s a good thing. Better than constantly blushing, manic, and all starry-eyed.”

  I rolled my eyes at her and then exuberantly said, “I wonder what he’s preparing. You should hear him talk. He sounds too dreamy for words.”

  “Ugh. I spoke too soon,” she said with mock exasperation.

  That sent me into a little bit of a giggling fit. She was right. My thoughts were jumping from styles of pajamas to his use of coffee in foods before wondering if he’d kiss me after this date.

  And I was getting really nervous. I pushed my coffee cup away, which made her eyebrows jump halfway up her forehead. “Susan Knight, you are not about to waste that coffee. Should I kidnap you now? Are you ill? Talk to me, woman.”

  “I don’t want the caffeine to mess with my anxiety. That’s all. After…” I caught myself and said, “the dick we shall not name, I don’t want to taunt fate.”

  She made a face. “Should I get you some decaf?”

  “Bite your tongue clean off! Go ahead. Bite it.” Of course I didn’t expect her to really bite her tongue off. Still, the word decaf was blasphemy.

  At the end of our break, I couldn’t leave the remaining bit of gourmet coffee in my cup. After drinking it down, her faith in me was restored. We stood and left our completely empty cups with the handsome barista. Then, we went back to work.

  That evening, I packed the blue pajamas with the bears in a bag and left the apartment wearing a T-shirt and jeans. When I arrived at William’s apartment, he was wearing a short-sleeved dress shirt with a skinny tie and colorful men’s trainers. Somehow, he made the outfit look cool. I don’t know if it was his funky thick-rimmed glasses or what.

  The smell of curry filled the air. Whatever he was cooking smelled amazing. I’d always wanted to learn how to cook. “Oh, you have to teach me how to cook whatever you’re making. Or at least try to,” I added.

  He seemed thrilled, but didn’t motion toward his kitchen. I was curious about the aroma. “So…what are you cooking?”

  “It’s a secret. I didn’t have time to change after work. Did you bring your pajamas?”

  With a little laughter and a bit of blush, I nodded. He motioned toward the bathroom and said, “Ladies first. I have to check the meal.”

  I went into his bathroom and changed into the fuzzy blue pajamas before re-entering his living room. While he was in the next room, I looked around and hoped to find evidence of who William, the architect, really was. His apartment was sparsely decorated, though.

  “Okay. My turn. Promise me you will not go into my kitchen. I really want this to be a surprise.”

  After I promised, he walked down his hall and went into what I assumed was his bedroom. I sat on the sofa and watched the news on the only other item in the living room. The TV took up most of the space.

  A long coffee table was between the TV and the sofa. He suddenly materialized beside it in a pair of short-sleeved pajamas in the same deep shade of blue as mine. I opened my mouth to comment, but before I could ask, he said, “I did not plan this. I’ve had these setting on my bed since this morning. The shade looks better on you, though.”

  I thanked him for the compliment while my eyes darted around at the walls. There were no framed photos or anything, just white walls. He told me, “I’ve purposefully left the place sparsely furnished just in case my contract doesn’t get renewed. I don’t want to be too invested. Besides, I’m awful at interior design.”

  “Maybe we can trade. You teach me to cook and I’ll help you spruce up the place. Deal?” I offered.

  “That would be lovely.”

  I grinned at his accent. He winked at me and turned toward the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, “I believe it’s almost done. If you would be a dear and grab those plates on the bar, you can set the coffee table while I transfer this food to it.” From the kitchen, he continued, “I’m sorry for the lack of table. We can eat at the bar if you’d like, but we’ll have to stand.”

/>   Thankful for something to do, I walked behind him toward the heady fragrance of food in order to grab the plates. “No, this is fine. We can watch some TV while we eat.”

  “I think it’s relaxing to watch the telly while I eat. How about you?”

  My grin widened as I nodded. His secret dishes turned out to be Indian food. It was absolutely exquisite. After he watched me take the first bite, he asked, “Can you taste the coffee?”

  I savored the morsel for a moment and shook my head. Once I swallowed the bite, I told him, “You’re right. The flavors pop. This is easily the best dish I’ve ever eaten in my life.”

  He beamed back at me. “Thank you, Susan. That is easily the best compliment I’ve received all day.”

  We sat beside each other in our pajamas and ate the rest of the meal in silence. The only sounds were our forks clinking against the plates. After we’d finished, I insisted on cleaning the dishes. His kitchen was pretty small so we had some comical moments while he dried the plates and put them away.

  I was relieved that I didn’t have to worry whether he would grab me and try to kiss me or make a move on me. We were so close that I could see the sprinkle of freckles across his nose. Bumping shoulders while we worked, we discussed his work and mine while we cleared the few plates, pots, and pans.

  Afterward, he asked if I wanted to watch a movie. I nodded so he pointed to a box of microwave popcorn. I laughed and said, “Now that, I know how to cook.”

  His cell phone rang so he excused himself. I went ahead and threw a bag of popcorn into the microwave while he stepped into his bedroom. I could barely hear him talking on the phone and assumed it must be work related.

  He finally reappeared just as the microwave was beeping. I took it out and gave it a shake while he pulled a large bowl from the cabinet. He didn’t have cable. He pointed to a box and said, “I have a small collection of blu-rays. This will give us a chance to see if our movie tastes are compatible.”

  I crawled across the carpet and sat down on the other side of the box of movies. He dug in and pulled out a crime drama that I liked, but I’d seen it with Campbell so I shook my head. The next one he pulled out was a superhero film that I hadn’t seen yet but had wanted to.

  He grinned at the look on my face and said, “I’ve seen this twice and it is excellent.”

  “Don’t tell me any spoilers. I haven’t seen it yet.”

  “Oh, we have to watch it then.”

  Both of us wore grins while he set it up. He looked as though he was trying to keep from telling me some juicy parts. He had a few false starts like, “Just wait until…oh, you’re going to love…” but I put my hand up. He finally fell silent.

  I curled up beside him, relaxed and with my focus zoned in on the ‘telly’. Occasionally, our fingers would bump when reaching into the bowl for a handful of popcorn. A couple of times at the beginning of the movie, we jokingly fed each other a piece of popcorn.

  I quickly discovered that he was the type that couldn’t contain his explanations while watching a movie. A couple of times I had to cover his mouth with my hand before he told me more than he should. I finally realized he was doing it on purpose when he smiled behind my palm.

  I took my hand away and tried to keep a stern look on my face, but couldn’t when he said, “Forgive me, but I like the way my lips feel on your skin.”

  I leaned forward and brushed his lips with mine. He looked very surprised, but pleased too. Just then, an explosion from the movie grabbed my attention.

  “Oh, where’s the remote? You must see that part.” He fished the remote from between the cushions and backed up the frames until I could understand what had happened.

  We relaxed again, me leaning against him with his arm around my shoulders while we watched the rest of the flick. When it was over, he started telling me what this film meant regarding the next superhero film. I wasn’t big into comic books, but was somewhat able to follow him. To be truthful, I was just listening intently to his accent.

  “I thoroughly enjoyed that kiss. May I have another?” He suddenly asked.

  I smiled and nodded before tilting my head in an inviting way. He leaned in but, before he kissed me, breathed over my lips, “This has been very fun, Susan. I think we should see each other again.”

  “I think so too, William.”

  I already had my eyes partially closed but, when he didn’t kiss me, I looked up to find him studying me. I started to lean back and ask if everything was okay.

  His fingers curled around my neck as he said, “You have a very pretty smile.”

  I swore his accent sent a zip straight through me. I’d never dated a guy who was from another country, highly intelligent, and seemed so interested in what I had to say. He seemed very interested in what I did for a living and where I’d gone to college. I closed the distance and kissed him. There was no tongue involved at first.

  Both of us seemed content with just the warmth and bit of dampness from our lips sliding across each other’s. I felt his fingers slide into my hair before he suddenly deepened the kiss. His tongue darted inside my mouth and stroked my palate before tapping my tongue in an invitation to dance.

  I curled mine and licked the underside of his tongue, which made him groan. I imagined that that little sound even held a bit of a British accent. I practically melted into him. We continued to kiss, exploring and tasting until I was so damn aroused that I was sure I’d leave a wet spot on his couch.

  Even though Campbell and I had had a whole lot of heat between us, our kisses hadn’t left me feeling this gooey and shaky inside. I forced my mind off Campbell and felt a little gross from comparing William to him.

  He broke the kiss, though, and tried to apologize for getting carried away. Looking back, I think his willingness to take it slow was what stuck in my mind. That is, along with his accent and the way his kiss made me feel. It wasn’t exactly an all-hot-and-bothered kiss, but one that made butterflies flitter around in my stomach. It was something that we could build on instead of something that required attention right then.

  “Thank you for coming to my pajama party, Susan. We will have to do this again very soon. Unfortunately, I have to go out of town in a couple of days and won’t be back for a week. Can I see you when I return?”

  “Yes. Will you call me from wherever you go?” I asked him.

  “Of course I will. I promise.”

  “I’ve had a blast tonight. I’m glad we got together. I have to admit that my first experience on Love Match wasn’t that great. I almost didn’t respond to you.”

  “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.

  I shook my head. I had no idea how to explain what I’d been through without talking about sex. He studied my face for a moment and then said, “Let me guess. Something completely unexpected happened? Did he portray himself differently than what he was?”

  “Yeah, something like that.” I was thankful that he understood and wondered if he’d had a similar experience. “You sound like that’s happened to you, too.”

  “I’ve had a bit of experience with situations like that. I’m so glad that you contacted me. It’s been a bit difficult finding someone that I like on that site. I really like you, Susan.”

  A wide smile spread over my face. I felt like a schoolgirl, with butterflies in my stomach and all. William was most definitely a keeper. I couldn’t wait to tell Zoe. I pointed toward the bathroom and said, “I like you too, William, but I have to get up early for work tomorrow so I do have to go.”

  He stuck his lower lip out in a little pout. I thought it was adorable. I kissed it and grinned before I stood to go get my jeans and T-shirt back on. When I glanced back at him, he was admiring my ass as I walked away. My face heated, but at least I knew he liked what he saw.

  Once I was dressed in my street clothes again, we kissed at his front door before I left. On the way home, I realized that I already missed his company. I wanted to fish my phone out and text him that I’d had a great time.
Then again, I didn’t want to seem like I was becoming too attached after only a week of knowing him.

  Instead, I waited until I arrived at my own apartment before I zipped off a text to Zoe. I didn’t know if she was asleep or not. Within minutes, my phone rang.

  Zoe wasn’t big on hellos after my dates. She immediately asked, “So, how’d it go?”

  “I can’t wait for you to meet him, Zoe. I had a blast and all we did was eat and watch a movie. Speaking of food, he can cook! Did I say cook? No, screw that. William creates masterpieces and he uses coffee to make the spices jump around in your mouth. We had this Indian dish and watched Thor and ate popcorn. Even his popcorn was excellent.”

  “Dang, Susan, slow down. You sound happier than I’ve heard you in a while.”

  “Zoe, I think he’s the one. Seriously, I already miss him. Damn, he’s going to be out of town for a week. A whole week! What the hell am I going to do!?”

  Zoe burst out laughing, which made me frown at the phone. When she finally stopped, she giggled out, “You just met him and…wait! Did you guys kiss yet?”

  “Of course we did. He made me all fluttery with butterflies and…” I stopped talking when she gasped. The woman knew me well. I’d had my blood singed by Campbell but the only butterflies he’d given me turned out to be from anxiety over our level of attraction. And that same attraction had gone all wrong.

  “You got butterflies?! YOU?”

  “Yeah, I know. Right? God, I’m going to miss him. At least we can talk and text. He wants me to come over again when he gets back, for another pajama party. Maybe this time I’ll wear a more lacy pair.” I started giggling and couldn’t quit.

  Zoe made a playful groan of despair before telling me to calm down and remember that we had to work tomorrow. I wished her a good night and ended the call.

  That night, I lay awake for the longest time and remembered every last detail of our kisses. By the time I fell asleep, I was crushing hard on William and knew it. I just wondered if he was crushing on me too. I felt like a little schoolgirl when it came to William. This was crazy!