My Curvy Belle
Jordan Silver
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Contents
1. Logan
2. Logan
3. Logan
4. Logan
5. Logan
6. Logan
7. Belle
8. Logan
9. Logan
10. Logan
11. Logan
12. Logan
13. Logan
14. Logan
15. Logan
16. Logan
17. Logan
18. Logan
19. Logan
20. Logan
21. Logan
22. Logan
Epilogue
Logan
“Damn, now that’s one hell of a fine ass.” I damn near walked into a pole checking that shit out. After years spent living in a dry ass town with the anorexic brigade, where my preferred bedmate of choice were slim pickings, the sight was a most welcome one here in my hometown. “Yes!”
“What, where?” I slapped my boy behind the head and turned his ass around when he tried to have a look, but I kept my eyes on the denim-clad masterpiece as it moved across the parking lot. I was damn near salivating.
I hadn’t even seen the face that was attached to it yet. An ass like that needs time to appreciate before you move on to the rest of the goodies in the package. I do know the proper etiquette when it comes to these things.
I played a game in my head, imagining what her tits looked like. You have to have at least a double D cup to go with an ass like that. Yes please.
The first true stirrings of excitement I’d felt in a long time got started in my gut and made their way down south. My homing beacon slash dick was already lifting his head and shit. Game on!
Eye balling her I’d say she was about a size fourteen-sixteen. I know she was no less than a twelve because my cock never takes notice unless the ass is at least that size. And my boy was now howling at the mother-fucking moon.
“Down boy daddy’s gotta see the tits first.” I like my ass to come with tits; it’s a two for one deal. I’d already veered off from the entrance to the store where I’d been headed before I saw my next cock ride.
I was almost on her when she stopped at her little beat to shit car and popped the trunk. I got a quick flash of her profile when she leaned over and my boy damn near busted out of my jeans to get at her.
Oh yeah! Her babies were just about what I’d expect. The tight cotton shirt was stretched to the max across her chest and the deep cleavage showing between the v-neck only made me hungrier.
Damn, and that was just a side view. I just might have a fucking heart attack if I see her full on. She was the whole fucking package, from chest to toe at least.
The tits to ass ratio, was on point. And her legs were just right under those jeans. Thick, with that deep Vee where a man can slide in and get settled. It’s hard these days to find anything that fucking perfect in these streets. Can I get an amen?
My mind was already miles ahead on this shit. A nice hard as fuck back shot better known as doggy style while palming those babies from behind would set me straight right about now. Real talk!
I started calculating time in my head. Like how long’s it gonna take for her to give it up. More importantly how long did I want her to make me wait?
You see there’s a method to this shit. Do I want a one off, or am I thinking long term here? I like to be fair in my dealings with the opposite sex. Straight up, I’m a dog. I own that shit.
I can say this shit without being conceited, I’m a catch. Looks, money and manners, I have it all and know it. When you have those credentials you can have pussy on tap, if you’re into that sorta thing. And I was!
I left university, landed the job of my dreams, a job that put me in the midst of some of the most beautiful women this country has to offer. On a side note, it didn’t take me long to figure out most of that shit was fake as fuck, but I digress.
For the young man that I was back then, that shit was a dream come true. I fucked my way through my mid twenties to my now early thirties and didn’t give a fuck who thought what about it.
But the two things I always did, was keep my heart out of shit and play it straight with the female in question. As my country cousins would say, I was in hog heaven. Pussy overload with no end in sight.
But lately I’ve been thinking it might be time to put that shit behind me and do like my mama says and get her a daughter in law. She’s only been singing that song since I hit twenty-five.
I had no interest in giving up my lifestyle, all the free pussy in the world with no strings attached. I hit the pussy buffet everyday. And then about a year ago my shit got sidetracked.
One of my good friends bit the bullet or what I thought at the time was lost his damn mind. Josh was my partner in crime I guess you can say, until he met ‘the one’ and got hitched.
That shit was cool at first, more pussy for me I thought. Until he called me one night in a panic. His wife of one year had gone into labor and he needed his old partner to hold his hand.
If men have biological clocks mine started ticking after watching my buddy with his firstborn. That fucker made that shit look good. And for the first time in my life I was jealous of someone else. Fucked me up royally!
Not saying that this little morsel of delight was gonna be the mother of my children, but she sure did get the old boy ticking. Shit like that a man has to take notice of.
I made myself stay a safe distance away not wanting to freak her out, but it wasn’t easy. I want my hands on that shit like right fucking now. I think I felt my palms itch in anticipation.
She must’ve felt my gaze or maybe she’d just noticed there was a strange man invading her space because she finally looked up at me. Direct shot straight to the cock.
“Damn baby!” I rubbed a hand over my chest where I could actually feel some real shit going on with my heart. Oh she’s as good as fucked.
I looked down at her hand because there is no way someone that hot wasn’t already taken. The men in this burg can’t be that fucking dumb.
She had wifey written all over her perfect babydoll looking ass. She looks like one of those women you keep barefoot and pregnant, and fuck me, where is my mind going with this shit?
Just my fucking luck, the first piece of ass I’ve seen that I liked in more than five years and she had to be somebody else’s. I was already tasting the bitter disappointment and I hadn’t even seen her finger yet.
I didn’t see a ring but these days that didn’t mean shit. I got mad as fuck at the thought that she might belong to someone else. What a fucking tease; not her but the situation.
Yeah I’m that kinda motherfucker. When I see something I like I hate it when someone else got there first. I never did learn to share.
Whether it’s a woman or a car I get into my feelings. But I’m gonna be extremely pissed if this doll is off the market. She’s fucking gorgeous. Like perfectly molded in every way gorgeous.
Her dark hair was cut in some kinda crazy ass style that was going in six different directions at once but somehow it suited her. It doesn’t matter anyway because I’m gonna fuck that shit up as soon as I get her flat on her back. Damn she was hitting all the right spots. It’s been a while since that shit happened, what with fad diets and bullshit.
Some time in the last decade or so some asshole has convinced women that they need t
o look more like their male counterparts. Six pack abs and no ass. Fuck outta here!
I just left L.A where that shit runs rampant. I think it was my hunger for a fine ole southern ass that had sent me scurrying back home truth be told. More so than my grand-mama’s stewed peas and cornbread.
My eyes finally made their way up to hers and damn. The hits just keep on coming. Emerald green with flecks of black and gold. But it was her lips; cupid bow, soft, pink, lush. She had the kind of lips that would take a man’s cock to paradise.
“Are you married?” not my best pick-up line but I like to get straight to the point. She shook her head before she caught herself. “Why are you asking?” She shifted her body as if poised for fight or flight and gave me the up and down eye roll.
Ohhh, sassy. Just how I like my pussy. She had her hand on her hip and that look in her eye that women get when they don’t take shit from men. Better and better, nothing I like better than taming a wild filly.
I looked her little short ass up and down taking her all in. She was five foot tall in her bare feet I’d imagine. And I was happy to see that she didn’t wear those death trap heels on her feet.
No, with the jeans and tee she wore sneakers. The sporty look suited her, but I’d like to see her in a lace bra with boy shorts on that round ass and wide hips.
She looked and smelled like money; don’t ask me how that shit smells. Usually I don’t fuck with the high society set, too much fucking work. I like ‘em a little gritty with an edge.
But my dick was sounding the alarm louder than a motherfucker and I knew that meant I couldn’t pass it up. The fucker wouldn’t let me alone if I walked away at this point.
Her skin was salon smooth, like she takes good care of herself and the little diamond studs in her ears said she liked the finer things in life. I took all that shit in with a glance and found nothing lacking. If there was some other asshole in her aegis he was fuck outta luck. That’s mine!
I took a step closer when I noticed that she was doing some looking of her own instead of trying to pull a vanishing act. The slight blush on her cheek was a dead giveaway. Miss sassy isn’t as immune as she’d like to pretend.
When she swallowed hard and that pulse in her neck jumped I knew I was on the right track. She wasn’t scared, that much was obvious, so that could mean only one thing. This attraction shit works both ways.
“What’s your name?” Even though I’d moved in I still kept a respectable distance between us. I’m no creeper fuck after all. I respect boundaries and shit and have known since the age of four that no means no.
In fact I was acting very out of character for me. I don’t recall ever using quite this same approach before. But the go-getter in me was all over her shit. Plus, no ring, that’s my green light right there. Fuck everything else.
“Belle, my name is Belle.”
“Logan Carter.” I held out my hand and she gave it some thought before taking it. “Pleased to meet you.” She dropped my hand and moved around to the driver’s side door.
I wanted to ask her why she smelt and looked like money but was driving this heap, but that was not cool for a first time meet. She might get insulted and shit at my innocent observation.
Women tend to be fractious that way so I have to walk very carefully here. All in all she was as good as fucked though. No ring means, no real commitment. Anything else, like a boyfriend can be easily discarded. I give a fuck! It’s a free fucking market.
“Where’s your phone?” I damn near panicked when she opened the car door to get in.
“What?” She gave me the bitch brow over her shoulder. She could have no idea of the dilemma she was putting me in. The fuck is she going?
“Cellphone, give it to me. No I’m not robbing you calm down.” I took out my own phone to show her. Logan you’re scaring her you fuck! Yeah, but if she leaves here I might never see her again and something inside me tells me that would be bad for yours truly.
She looked around at the other people in the parking lot that I’d forgotten were even there and then back at me. Longest fucking five- seconds of my life.
She must’ve decided I was harmless enough because she fished the phone out of her pocket and passed it to me. Her little ass is full of attitude though.
I programmed my name and number in her contacts before passing it back to her. She blushed and looked at me like I was fucked in the head.
I bet she’s accustomed to a more cultured approach but shit, I’ll show her my smooth side after we get to know each other. She’s lucky I didn’t hit call.
“What was that?” She gave me the squinty eye.
“My number. Call me in about two hours. I got some shit to do but I’ll be free by then.” I went ahead and memorized her license plate just in case she tried to play me.
Yes I was straight up plotting ways and means of finding her again. I could tell her here and now that there was no doubt in my mind that we were going to be heating up the sheets at some point in the future, but she might find that shit too forward. Women!
I held the door for her to get in and waited for her to pull the seatbelt around her. “Drive safely.” I tried not to stare at her tits before closing the door and walking away. It took everything in me not to look back. Damn!
Logan
My boy was still watching me from the sidewalk where I’d left him. He better not had been staring at her ass or I’ll end him. Dog that he is. He likes ‘em skinny anyway, fool that he is.
“Seriously Logan? You’re picking up women in parking lots now?” He laughed and took a step back from the look I gave him. I wasn’t about to discuss her with his skuzzy ass. Freak!
I looked back when I heard her leave the parking lot. I knew it was her because there was nothing else in the lot amidst the luxury cars and SUVs that would make that fucked up noise.
“Logan Carter Junior what were you doing with that child?”
“Hi grandma.” I leaned over the counter to kiss the old curmudgeon’s cheek.
“You know her?”
“Yes I do, that’s Charlie’s granddaughter. She’s just moved here to be with her grandmother after a nasty divorce.” The fuck!
“She’s divorced?” Dammit to fuck, someone else
had been that close to my girl? Worse yet, she’d loved someone else enough to walk down the aisle? Don’t ask me why I was pissed but I was. That shit can only mean baggage.
There’s nothing meaner than a divorced female on a man hating crusade. Since my dick was still having fond memories of her plump ass and superb tits I guess I didn’t really have much of a choice at this point.
“Yes, poor thing. She got married right out of college and that son of a bitch cheated on her two years later. Well to hear Charlie tell it, the bastard was cheating from day one.”
I looked back out the plate glass window where of course her car was long gone. What kinda brain dead asshole would cheat on that? Then my grandma’s words registered and I felt a little bit of hope.
Charlie is my grandmother’s best friend Charlotte. The two women share the same name and have been friends for the past fifty years or so. But this was the first I was hearing about a granddaughter.
I knew she had family back east, but then again I haven’t lived at home in almost fifteen years myself so it’s no surprise that I don’t know shit.
“She living here now?”
“Boy didn’t you just hear me say that? Now take this stuff your mama sent you for, she’s been waiting all morning.”
She gave me a look that would freeze malt liquor and shoved the parcel into my hands. I grinned and stole another kiss and the old hellion swatted at me making me laugh outright.
I felt better as I left the store because I knew that even if she didn’t call me, I now knew where to find her. There was a new swag in my walk when I headed out to my truck, already planning our first date.
* * *
Grandma Lottie
* * *
I watched him le
ave and head for that monster he drives before picking up the phone. “Charlie, we have lift off. It went just as planned.”
“Well I guess you do know that grandson of yours. How was my girl? When she left here she was still looking like she lost her damn dog. I don’t know what it is with these young women today. Losing their minds over these shiftless bums.”
“She’s young Charlie and thought she was in love. From what I saw out my window things didn’t go too bad so who knows. Maybe she’ll have a smile on her face again before long.”
“I hope so. I ain’t getting any younger and neither are you. We need some great grand-babies to bounce on our knees. That damn Dorothy thinks she’s the bees knees because she’s already got two.”
“Well yeah, that’s because she was a grand-mamma at thirty-two.”
“Now you know you wrong for that.” That didn’t stop her from laughing her fool head off though.
“Let me call my Emma and let her know the goings on before Logan gets back to her place. We still on for drinks tonight?” I could already taste the watermelon martinis she was known for.
It’s a standing date every other night in the summer at either one of our places. We sit out on the back porch, put our feet up and get our drink on. We’ve been doing it twenty years and counting with no letup in sight.
“You know it. Somebody set the barometer on hell and I’m sweating my tits off.”
“Girl now you know at our age they don’t call them tits no mo.”
“What the hell they call ‘em then?”
“Floppers; damn things damn near down to my knees.”
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