Must Love Curves

by Allie Faye

  “That’s interesting.” I point up and he grins.

  “I’m a little kinky.” He winks and pulls me onto the bed with him. I take a deep breath. He’s leaving the lights on. I’ve never been with anyone with them on before, but I don’t want to tell him that, he will think I am way too insecure.

  “I see.” I swallow as he pushes me down on the pillows and hovers over me. “You’re still wearing the beanie?”

  “I told you, you can only take it off when I eat your pussy.” His lips find my neck and he peppers kisses up to my jaw and finishes by sticking his finger in my mouth. I have been with a few guys but not many. I am so inexperienced he may laugh or regret his choice. But I push forward and suck his thick digit between my teeth, getting it nice and wet, moaning in the process. He seems to like it and trails his finger from my lips down to my cleavage and works his way down my abdomen, kissing me here and there tenderly. “Your body is fucking amazing. I love your curves, Faith.”

  I freeze. I don’t remember telling him my name and I still don’t know his name. I want to ask but that would be awkward. I don’t say anything, I run my hands down his back instead. I guess I could have told him my name. I don’t get to think on it further. His mouth is on me and oh my God, it’s magical.

  Next thing I know, his thumbs are hooked under my panties and pulling them down my thighs.

  His nose runs up and down my inner thigh and he inhales deeply. “You smell good too.” Then he bites me in a playful but sexually charged way. I squeeze my legs together, dampness is pooling between them.

  With my panties out of the way, he shoves my knees back apart. His fingers are spreading my pussy lips and he says, “I told you I was gonna stuff your pretty pussy with my fingers.” And he does. There is no gentle about it. He goes right for it. It’s rough and invasive but one hell of a turn on. He takes his time, his fingers gliding in and out of my tight hole at a leisurely pace. His other hand is massaging my stomach and working its way toward my breasts.

  Arching up, I reach around my back and unclasp my bra to get it out of his way. He is into me so why shouldn’t I lay back and reap the rewards.

  Capping his mouth over my clit he sucks on and nips at my sensitive flesh. My hands immediately go to his damned beanie and tug. I yank it off and find that he has a nice head of dark hair that is wavy in texture. Why does he cover it up? I lose all thought of asking him when his tongue licks me from ass to clit repeatedly. I squirm beneath him, but he holds me in place. When I pull on his hair it only seems to drive him to delve his tongue deeper inside me.

  He gazes at me with hooded eyes from between my thighs and says, “Look up in the mirrors at how beautiful you are. You are sexy as fuck. I wanna see you touch yourself like you did when we were on the phone.”

  I dare to steal a look at our reflection and he’s right, we look so damn erotic and sensual. There is nothing embarrassing about my thick body. My right hand slides between the valley of my breasts. My left goes straight to my clit, and I touch myself as he watches with hungry eyes for a moment before he joins in, playing with my ass. His tongue sweeps over my pussy and down to my rear, coating my other hole with my juices. His thick finger teases at my forbidden zone, coming closer to penetration with every movement until he does gain entrance. My breath catches in my throat; it’s uncomfortable at first but the more I let go of my reservations and relax, the more I enjoy the full feeling. Only now I want him inside me. All this teasing is driving me crazy. I want him.

  “What’s your name, your real name?” I ask him through a breathy whisper. If he’s gonna have his dick in me I should at least know his name, right?

  “Enzo,” he answers. “And yours?”

  “Faith.”

  “Faith,” he repeats. “I like it.” I should mention that he seemed to already know my name, but he keeps teasing me with his fingers and mouth.

  “I like your name too, but I’d like it a lot more if you’d fuck me,” I tell him shocked at my own forwardness.

  “Don’t have to tell me twice.” He pauses to get a condom from the drawer in his nightstand. At least we don’t have to have the dreaded safe sex talk.

  He pulls himself up my body and kisses me, allowing me to taste myself on his lips. My fingers rake down his back and he guides his dick inside me and it feels amazing. I’m on cloud nine as he thrust deeper in. There is no soft and slow to it. He pushes my leg out to the side and buries himself inside me hammering me so hard I think he may drive me through the bed and onto the floor.

  Moments later we are both getting off and barely able to breathe as we come down from our orgasmic bliss.

  “You’re perfect, you know that?” He says, lying next to me in a husky but breathy tone.

  “Same could be said for you,” I tell him with a smirk.

  Our moment is interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone.

  “Sorry, I have to take it. Could be my work.”

  “Sure.” I nod enjoying the view of his backside as he goes through his apartment and retrieves his phone.

  The conversation is muffled, and I can’t make out what he is saying, not that I am trying all that hard. I am still attempting to catch my breath and steady my heart rate.

  He comes back while I am getting my clothes on.

  “Trying to sneak off on me? I promise you next time I will last longer. It’s just you’re so beautiful, and I have been dreaming about this for months, and I couldn’t help myself.”

  I blush not knowing what to say in return, so I nod my head like an idiot.

  “Well, I guess we’ll talk soon?” I ask, daring to hope that he really means there will be a next time.

  “I actually have to go out of town for a few weeks on an assignment. I wouldn’t go but it pays the bills.”

  “Oh no, totally. I understand.”

  “I’m gonna call you.” He hands me my shoes and kisses my forehead. “God, I wish I could force you to spend the night but I’m on the redeye to New York. Then I am off to Ireland.”

  “Oh, poor you,” I tease him.

  “Ireland doesn’t have you,” he says, and I melt.

  ——

  It’s been a week since I met Enzo, but he hasn’t disappointed me. He texts me regularly and we do video dates when it’s convenient for both of us, which isn’t often considering the time difference and our conflicting schedules.

  Eddie is back in the office, but Darin is in Colorado negotiating another job. Which means I still have Beans in my custody, but I have been keeping him at my place. I need to be in my own space. Besides, I kept running into that skinny bitch, and I was tired of deflecting her insults.

  Beans shit in my brother’s office so he got pissed and insisted I leave him home from now on. I don’t know how well that will go over with Darin, but I left him in my kitchen with potty pads and plenty of food and water.

  I should be working on following up with a customer who hasn’t paid his final bill, but I keep getting texts from Enzo.

  Pineappleman: Do you pee in the shower?

  Curves: I’m only human. Do you?

  Pineappleman: Thank God. I keep thinking something will send you running from me.

  Curves: You’re crazy.

  Pineappleman: Crazy for you.

  Could he be any sweeter?

  Curves: I bet you say that to all the girls…

  Pineappleman: Only you.

  Curves: Okay…I gotta get back to work

  Pineappleman: Can we videochat later? I need to see you touch that pussy. Wanna watch you finger it and suck those fingers into your mouth and pretend they are my cock.

  Heat pools between my thighs.

  Curves: You’re killing me. How am I supposed to get any work done now? I can’t stop thinking about how you’re going to fit in my mouth…

  Pineappleman: Fuck, I’m so hard. Can you go into the bathroom? I need to see you now!

  I look at my brother’s office and the door is closed. I lean my ear to it and it sounds
like he is on the phone with his bitch fiancé. I’m sure he will be a while. I wonder if Darin’s office is unlocked. He does have a couch in there. I try the handle and it opens. I can’t believe I am considering this.

  My phone buzzes and I have a photo from Enzo. It’s a picture of him undoing his zipper.

  I slip into the unoccupied office and lock the door behind me. I take a quick look around I don’t think there is a camera in here.

  Curves: Call me now

  I shoot off the text as I lay back on the small black leather couch and hike up my skirt.

  My phone buzzes and I accept the call, immediately smiling when my screen fills with him stroking himself.

  I angle my phone between my legs and pull my lace panties to the side of my pussy lips and start rubbing circles over my clit.

  “Goddamn, baby, I want you so bad,” I hear him say.

  “I wish you were here right now, I’d run my tongue up and down your shaft,” I whisper.

  “Finger yourself. I need to see those fingers slide in and out of your pussy. Show me how you want me to fuck you when I see you again.”

  I close my eyes and do as he says. I don’t know if it’s his voice or Darin’s photograph staring at me from his desk, but I am getting so turned on.

  Pulling my panties aside further I start rubbing, sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy and just when I am really getting into it the door clicks open and Darin is standing in the doorway.

  My eyes meet his and I freeze.

  Darin folds his arms over his chest. His nostrils flare as anger washes over him. “What are you doing?”

  “I…uh…umm.”

  “Why’d you stop?” I hear Enzo ask through the speaker from between my legs.

  “Faith? What’s going on?”

  I say the first thing that pops into my head. “I was doing one of those over the phone doctor appointments.” Then I hang up on Enzo while pulling my skirt down and hauling ass to my car.

  When I get outside I realize I don’t even have my keys or my purse. I look around the parking lot so embarrassed not knowing what to do. My phone keeps buzzing. I know it is probably Enzo, but I will have to talk to him later.

  Darin comes running out with Eddie following closely behind.

  “What the hell, Faith?” Darin grabs my arm, roughly.

  “Let go.” I try to yank away from him, but he won’t loosen his hold. His fingers bite into my skin harder, and I am sure he is gonna leave a mark.

  “Dude, let go of my sister,” Eddie demands.

  “Sorry,” Darin mumbles and his hand falls away.

  “What’s going on?” Eddie questions looking at the two of us.

  “We should take this inside,” Darin suggests, and I notice workers from the other shops around us watching from their windows.

  I sigh and follow them back inside reluctantly.

  “Did you tell her?” My brother says quietly as I walk over to my desk.

  Darin shakes his head but doesn’t say anything.

  “Tell me what?”

  “Nothing. Just forget it. I have a lot of work to catch up on. Is it okay if I follow you home after work to get my dog?”

  “Sure.” I nod.

  Suddenly both doors of their offices are shut, and I am alone.

  I shoot off a quick text to Enzo.

  Curves: Sorry. My boss came in…

  Pineappleman: No shit. Did you get caught?”

  Curves: Yeah…kinda.

  Pineappleman: That’s kinda hot. Do you still have a job?

  Curves: It’s fine.

  Pineappleman: That’s good. I gotta get going. Talk soon.

  Curves: Can’t wait.

  DARIN

  I’ve just gotten a taxi from the airport and instead of going home to get some much needed sleep, I go into the office. I guess you could say I am workaholic but it’s not even really that. I know Faith is there. Just thinking about what she might be wearing today has my dick straining against my jeans. The woman drives me wild, and she has no notion of how greatly I suffer. I don’t think Faith understands how truly sexy she is. She’s a damn vixen who stars in my every fantasy. Some days I have to keep my door shut and avoid her or I’d be jacking off all damned day. It wouldn’t be the first time. She has this red blouse that allows me the perfect view of her watermelon sized tits. Fuck me, this one day, every time I wandered past her desk to grab a coffee I could see scraps of black lace peeking out from under her skirt at the tops of her thighs. She was wearing thigh high panty hose. So damn sexy.

  Eddie would have my head if he knew the filthy things I daydream of doing to his sister. He knows how I feel about Faith, that she’s the best woman I know. He has subtly been trying to push us together for a while, thinks it would be great to have his best friend as his brother, but if he knew the thoughts I had about her, he might think differently. Nothing he does though to try and play matchmaker works on Faith. I need to just stop being a pussy and go for it myself. Eddie gave up on setting us up when I told him it wasn’t going to happen. I guess a part of me was scared if things didn’t work out with Faith that I could lose my best bro. Eddie is my best buddy and business partner. I grew up living a few houses down the street from them.

  I admit that I used to assume that Faith was only Eddie’s irritating little sister who wanted to follow us around everywhere. As we became older and Faith grew into a woman, I took serious notice of her. Sure, her body is unbelievable. All those curves…those fuck me heels she wears…those fucking tight skirts that hug her ass… Those aren’t the sole reasons I worship her. She is one of the finest women I have ever met in my life. You could say I fell deeply in love with her when their father was sick.

  I watched her take care of him. She always placed him first. Him and Eddie. She put off going to college while Eddie and I were getting our business running. She set her wishes and desires aside for all of us, the men in her life. Then she was doing her own thing going to school and damn when I saw her for the first time after months of her being away she had evolved. She had certainly accepted who she was, and fuck was she owning her curves she used to shy away from. Gone was the young woman who wore baggy clothes. In her place was a confident woman who wore well-fitted clothing.

  When she first began working for us here at Dreamsky I almost told Eddie to do something about the manner in which she dressed. How in the hell was I expected to concentrate while having her strutting around in those skirts? In the end however, I decided I didn’t want him to know I have the hots for his little sister, and I didn’t want to miss out the damn perfect view every day.

  Eddie is standing by the coffee maker starting up a new pot.

  “How’d it go?” He asks. I haven’t spoken with him since I scoped out the building in question.

  “It was good.”

  “Well, get settled back in and then we will have a meeting to discuss where we want to go from here.”

  “Sounds good. Where’s Faith? I wanted to ask her how Beans did.”

  “He shit in my office,” he says with a snarl.

  I bite back my laughter and take that as my cue to check my email.

  Sitting my travel bag down by the door I take out my keys. When I open the door the sight before takes my breath away. Faith is on my couch. Her head is thrown back and her eyes are closed. The black fabric of her skirt is pushed up to her waist. She’s wearing those stockings I love so damn much and her fingers are fucking her pussy. I’m half tempted to march over and finish the job for her, but when her eyes meet mine, I hear a man’s voice coming from her phone that happens to be pointed at the action.

  Anger rushes through me. Jealousy.

  “What’s going on, Faith?”

  She makes up some bullshit excuse about a doctor like I’m an idiot. Has she forgotten who I am? Does she not realize I just heard part of their conversation? I know damn well what’s going on. I only want to hear her say it. Instead she storms past me and out the door to her car.

/>   She isn’t walking away. There is so much I want to say to her. I grab her arm with every intention of saying screw it and crashing her mouth to mine but then I realize we aren’t alone when Eddie demands I unhand his sister. So, I play it safe for now but when I get her alone. It’s time we talked. The time has come to tell her how I really feel. The friendship we have be dammed. Friend or not I can’t hold back my feelings for her any longer.

  ——

  When I get to the Michael’s family home Faith is still sitting in her car. Getting out of my car I walk up the to the driver’s side and tap on her window.

  She smiles up at me, her cheeks flush ten shades of crimson when I see what’s on her screen. A photograph of a big dick cumming. I see red.

  Turning away I bite my knuckle refusing to give into what I really want and kick the side of her car. Is she trying to make me crazy? Can’t she see that I am wild for her. The only reason I started working out with her at the gym was so I could make sure no one made a move on her. I wanted the message to be clear to every man there that she was with me whether she knows it or not. Not that I think she needs to go to the gym because to me she’s fucking perfect.

  For years I have tried to move on. I thought if I fucked enough women maybe one of them would measure up to this idea I have of Faith in my head and right now she just shattered the illusion.

  I guess I should have known she would eventually meet someone when I wasn’t looking but damn it sucks.

  The moment I want to tell her how I feel she is seeing someone.

  “Darin,” her voice calls out when hear her car door shut.

  Letting out a deep breath I slowly turn around. Her lips are screwed into a perfectly kissable red pout. Her blonde hair is secure in a tight bun and I want nothing more than to pull it down and run my fingers through the strands while I taste that mouth.

  I don’t do that though. I slip on my mask and say, “Sorry, I seem to have really bad timing today.”

  “Look, I’m so sorry.” Her eyes close and she takes a breath. “I don’t know what came over me… I…”

  Not wanting to hear more, I hold up a hand. “You’re a big girl, Faith. You don’t owe me any explanations. I just want to get my boy and head home. I’m exhausted.”