Dangerous Curves Ahead (BBW Erotic Romance)

by Arabella Quinn

  Dangerous Curves Ahead

  By Arabella Quinn

  Dangerous Curves Ahead

  Published by Arabella Quinn at Smashwords

  Copyright 2012 Arabella Quinn

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  Dangerous Curves Ahead

  Sarah leaned towards us from across the booth, yelling to be heard over the loud country music and the raucous crowd. "What? You've never had an orgasm?" Cursing myself for letting the words escape my lips, I felt a rush of heat flushing my face. Damn! Only two drinks in and I was already getting tipsy.

  "Shhh!" I quickly glanced around the bar, making sure no one had overheard. After a moment of anxiety, we all broke out into giggles. "I didn't say I never had an orgasm. I've had plenty. I just have to take care of business myself."

  Jenna turned toward me with eyebrows raised, a confused expression on her face. "But, you've had lots of boyfriends! Are you telling me that not one of them could give you an orgasm?"

  I shrugged my shoulders wanting badly to change the subject. "I've had three boyfriends that lasted more than a month - Ricky in high school, Dave in college, and Tom. Believe me, none of them were exactly skilled in bed."

  The girls nodded their heads in sympathy. Sarah looked at me hopefully, "What about that guy you were dating last year, uh… George, was it?"

  "John. And, no." Swallowing down the bitter feelings, I shook my head. John had been a disaster. I had hung onto that relationship for far too long, despite our utter lack of chemistry. I had enjoyed going on dates and having plans for the weekend, but certainly hadn't enjoyed the awkward pawing and banal humping in the bedroom. Shuddering with disgust, I shook off the awful memories and pasted on a fake smile.

  Jenna looked downright depressed. "When was the last time you got laid, anyway?"

  "Yeah. It's been a while." I didn't want to admit it had been over a year ago - since the last time I had been with John.

  I picked up my drink and swallowed down the rest of the contents in one gulp, regretting that my offhand remark had killed all the fun we had been having, while gossiping and catching up with each other. Sarah had been dropping juicy tidbits about sex with her latest fling, a hunky firefighter, when I mumbled my confession. Maybe I was just jealous of all the fabulous sex that seemed to find her? Now, unfortunately, my two best friends were focused on my non-existent sex life.

  Jenna interrupted my contemplation, "You know, Krista, you're always dating responsible men, you know - the pasty-faced accountant types. No wonder they don't do anything for you!"

  Jenna had a point. In fact, John fit that description fairly accurately. But it wasn't like I was turning away a bunch of hunky bad-boys. I didn't exactly have my pick of the entire male species. The sexy studs that I fantasized about didn't date women like me. They dated drop-dead gorgeous girls like Sarah, girls with size 2 figures, fashionable clothes, manicured nails, and high maintenance attitudes. And that was the opposite description of me.

  No, I wasn't hideous. In fact, I was rather cute. I was painstaking with my wardrobe to find clothes that were flattering and complimentary to my figure. I wasn't high maintenance, but I did keep up with my hair, makeup and accessories to look stylish and, I liked to think, to look somewhat sophisticated. But I was completely aware of how people saw me. "Wow, Krista has such a pretty face. If only she lost twenty pounds…"

  I shook my head, trying to clear the negative internal dialogue that always seemed to crowd in and ruin a good time. Where was that waiter? I needed another drink - especially with the direction I saw this conversation heading.

  The sparkle that suddenly lit Sarah's eyes had me inwardly groaning. "I know exactly what Krista needs. She needs a real manly man to get her juices flowing. No more boring bean-counters for her. What she needs is a hot cowboy!"

  I turned to Jenna, but as I saw her eyes light up with mischief, I realized there would be no help from that corner. Jenna replied, "You're right! I've seen a lot of hot guys here tonight that I wouldn't mind getting naughty with myself."

  We all laughed as at just that moment Jenna winked at a passing cowboy who in turn tipped his hat to her as he walked by our table. Jenna was like that. She was never the most beautiful woman in the room, but she sure got lots of attention. She had a fun bubbly personality and exuded a confidence that attracted men of all types. I, on the other hand, was a little more reserved and more self-conscious around men.

  Without a doubt, I knew my insecurities were holding me back. But it was impossible to block out that little voice inside my head. The voice that told me the handsome man talking to me wasn't really interested, he was just being nice. The voice that told me I wasn't worthy of my fantasy man. It was the voice that I constantly argued with and debated, but rarely won.

  It was a few brief memories that always kept me from winning that debate. Incidents like the time in college, talking to the cute boy at the frat party when I overheard his friends joking that when he woke up in the morning, the 'beer goggles' would be off and he would see the 'fat chick'. Or the time at work, when I overheard one of my colleagues joking that they should 'get to the doughnuts before Krista found out about them'. There were other comments about my weight, almost never said directly to me; however, just as hurtful. Comments that left sharp pinpricks of tears stinging to escape my eyes and a hard lump in my throat as I swallowed down my shame.

  While I was mature enough to realize I should never allow a few jerks to dominate my self-image, those few fleeting memories always seemed to chip away at my fragile self-confidence. So I never even looked twice at good-looking men. The inevitable sting of a nasty comment just wasn't worth it. An average looking man who could overlook my flaws would do just fine.

  I shook off my depressing thoughts just in time to notice Sarah and Jenna clinking their glasses together. "C'mon, Jenna. We have work to do. We've got to find Krista a hot cowboy stud for the night."

  I squirmed uncomfortably in the booth. "You know girls, I don't think hot cowboys are quite my type."

  Jenna's eyes twinkled merrily. "Don't worry, Krista, you don't have to marry the man. You just have to fuck him!"

  ***

  Jake hailed down a passing waiter and ordered another beer. He had been nursing the last few sips of his current beer for the past ten minutes, just as he had been nursing his wounded pride. Had it only been two nights ago that he had found out that his girlfriend had been cheating on him? Angrily, he grabbed his beer and finished it in one swallow.

  It had taken two days for the denial to pass and reality to set in. He had lavished Lacey with anything she wanted, and that was certainly no small endeavor. He had invested two years of time, energy and money into her. And this is how she repaid him?

  Curiously, while the beer had slowly numbed his anger, it had shed some light on his many failed relationships. Lacey was just the last in a string of ex-girlfriends. Like many of the women before her, Lacey was a shallow woman with no ideals or convictions. Her only goals in life seemed to be snagging invitations to the hottest social engagements and keeping up her many beauty appointments. Lacey was a vacant gold digger who only used him for his status and money.

  In the cold light of reality, he had never loved Lacey. He had used her just as much for her stunning good looks, a
s she had used him. If he searched deep in his heart, he realized that he wasn't that broken up after all. In fact, maybe he was even slightly relieved. My God, hadn't he even been casually thinking about proposing to her? When he really thought about it, it was really only the hurt of betrayal and the humiliation of being cheated on that had him so upset.

  The waiter finally came around and delivered a fresh beer. Jake scanned the crowded bar as he took a swig from the chilled bottle. He liked to come down to this unpretentious bar from time to time. Here, he didn't have to worry about people recognizing him. He could pretend to be just a regular guy, not a member of the ultra-rich society where your every word and action was judged by impossibly snooty standards.

  While some of the guys dressed in cowboy hats and boots looked like posers, at least everybody seemed to be having a good time. Even the corny line dancing looked fun. Jake had brought Lacey to this bar one time, hoping he might coax her into trying the line dancing. She had spent only five minutes, complaining the entire time, before she demanded to leave. Her snobbish attitude and lack of adventurous spirit were just a few of the many signs that he had ignored, telling him that she was not the right woman for him.

  Well, who needed her? Maybe Jake would have a few more beers and find a woman more willing to show him a good time. Maybe he could find a partner willing to teach him a few dance steps.

  Jake lounged against the corner of the booth, scoping out the ladies. He was checking out his prospects when he heard a group of women in the adjacent booth laughing. He didn't make much of it, until he realized that in this position against the wall, he could hear their conversation as if he were sharing a booth with them. And what really caught his attention was their conversation about orgasms, of all things.

  Jake wished he could see the women, in particular Krista, but the partition between the adjoining booths was quite high. Instead, he listened and got quite an earful.

  If a cowboy stud was what the ladies wanted, then so be it, he would give it to them. He could use a good mindless fuck. It would clear Lacey out of his system and be a much more stimulating way to drown his sorrows. And Jake was no slouch in bed like those guys who Krista had dated; losers who couldn't even satisfy a woman. He smiled to himself in anticipation. He would give this chick a wild ride that she would not soon forget.

  All that he needed was a cowboy hat. He was sure that he could get one of these fake cowboys to trade their hat for his Rolex. Then the ladies would be putty in his hand.

  ***

  I had successfully steered the conversation back to Sarah's new boyfriend, but I knew I wouldn't get off that easily. A few more drinks and the girls would be dragging men off the dance floor to meet me. And they would be too tipsy to notice the look of disappointment cross over the guys' faces when they suddenly met the fat friend. No, this was a recipe for disaster. I needed to think of an excuse to escape before they got started on their mission.

  Sarah finally paused for a moment after entertaining us with a long list of reasons why her new boyfriend was so much better than the last. Glancing at my watch, I feigned tiredness. "Oh, wow. It's already ten o'clock. I really should get going - I need to get up early tomorrow. I've got … lots of errands to run."

  "Hold on a minute!" Jenna grabbed onto my arm, not letting me go. "You're not going anywhere. You're just scared we're going to make you talk to a good-looking man. Krista, you sell yourself too short!"

  Sarah nodded her head in agreement. "Plus, you're never going to get laid if you spend all your time hiding in your apartment. C'mon Krista, stay out with us. I promise we won't be too obvious."

  I rolled my eyes at them. 'Obvious' was an understatement. "I'll stay out longer if you promise you won't push any men on me. I'm just not in the mood tonight."

  They both agreed, but I could tell they were disappointed to be losing their fun night's project. I really didn't want to go home so early and spend the night sitting alone inside my apartment. I was enjoying my night out with my two best friends, but I didn't want to be put in a position where I could be hurt or humiliated by their well-meaning antics.

  A hush fell over our normally animated group as we all fiddled with our drinks, mine empty again. I looked around the bar hoping to catch a passing waiter. Instead, I gasped as I locked eyes with a impossibly handsome man.

  My stomach did a peculiar little flip as our eyes held contact longer than normal. The rest of the bar faded out of focus as I watched him silently approaching, almost as if he were moving in slow motion. My first impression was that he was a cowboy. A real one.

  He wore a cowboy hat as naturally as if he wore it everyday, like he even wore it to bed. I blushed as some naughty images flew unbidden into my head. He was dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt, rolled up at the sleeves. He looked stylish and casual all at the same time. He seemed rugged, like he worked outdoors; his body was trim and muscled. Some dark curls peeked out from under his hat and his strong jawline was peppered with stubble.

  I openly stared as he moved nearer; my eyes couldn't break away from his piercingly hot gaze. He had almost reached our booth when he flashed an unbelievably sexy smile my way. Was he smiling at me? I was frozen in shock; I couldn't make my lips move to smile in response.

  Vaguely, I heard Jenna muttering. "Oh my God! Whoa…"

  I was sure he was going to walk right by me. He must be looking at somebody else. I finally dragged my eyes away, embarrassed that I had stared for so long. My stomach fluttered as I sensed him move up right beside our booth.

  "Hello, ladies." His voice was smooth and warm. I swallowed nervously.

  I saw Sarah and Jenna flash him huge grins before I looked up at him and pasted a tentative smile to my lips.

  He glanced around the table before settling on my face. "I was hoping one of you ladies would take pity and dance with me. I don't know any of the steps and I always wanted to try it."

  I squirmed uneasily under his direct gaze. Why was he looking at me? Sarah and Jenna were far prettier than me.

  The silence stretched on a beat too long. Why weren't they answering him? Jenna's hand squeezed my knee hard under the table.

  My mouth opened before I could stop it. "Well, I really don't know any of the steps either…" It sounded lame even to my own ears.

  The handsome cowboy flashed me a devastating smile, his eyes never leaving my own. He held his hand out to me, "That's perfect. We can learn the dance together."

  I had no choice but to accept. His warm hand enveloped my own as I got up from the booth. I glanced back to the girls as he led me toward the dance floor. Sarah's eyes were wide with surprise, and both girls were giggling. My heart was beating like crazy. What had I gotten myself into?

  As we approached the dance floor, I watched the laughing couples dancing in perfect sequence to the latest popular line dance. Panic started to set in; I didn't know this dance. I was going to make a fool of myself!

  He must have felt my growing resistance because he tightened his grip on my hand as he weaved us through the tight crowd. He looked back at me over his shoulder, "My name's Jake. What's yours?"

  "Krista. Um, Jake - I'm not a great dancer. I don't think…"

  Jake stopped walking and pulled me closer to him. "I'm glad you're not a good dancer - now I won't look so bad. Let's head to the back, so we can blend in better. Okay?"

  I could only nod my head in agreement. Being so close to this man was having a strange affect on me. Why did he pick me?

  We made our way to the back of the dance floor and fell in line with the other dancers. The steps were simple but very fast; I had to concentrate fully to keep up. After repeating the sequence a few times, I was growing confident enough to glance over at Jake. I couldn't help but laugh. He was trying hard to match the steps, but he always seemed to be one step behind. Jake saw my laughter and grinned boyishly, shrugging his shoulders.

  The song seemed to last forever, but after watching Jake laughing at himself, I was able to relax a
nd let myself have fun. I had always loved dancing. The combination of the drinks, the upbeat music and the attentions of the handsome cowboy all had me feeling bubbly with excitement. Although Jake was getting better, his occasional missteps still had me laughing.

  When the song finally came to the end, I was surprisingly disappointed. I figured Jake would walk me back to my table and thank me for the dance. And then the handsome stranger would disappear from my life. Well, at least I had this one moment of excitement that I could dish over with the girls.

  The music started up again; this time it was a slower song. Before I could even react, Jake pulled me into his arms, against his strong body. "Now, this is more my speed."

  I was still fairly breathless from the lively dancing, but being in Jake's arms had my heart pounding even faster. Jake held me pinned full length against his solid frame, my nipples tightening against his broad chest as we swayed to the soulful twangs of the music.

  I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Here I was in the arms of the hottest man in the whole bar. In fact, Jake was better looking than the men I conjured up in my fantasies during those cold lonely nights. This must be a mistake. Maybe the girls set this up? But, no, it was really happening.

  We moved slowly amongst the couples. Shivers ran down my spine as I felt Jake's warm breath near my ear, "Mmm. I like your perfume. You smell so nice."

  His hand casually caressed my waist sending quivers of excitement to my belly. I imagined those fingers sliding up my skirt and working their way under my panties. A slow ache started to build in my center. The thought of Jake's fingers stroking my clit and his cock filling my pussy left a moist slickness in my core. Krista, get a grip, you're going to make a fool of yourself.

  Shaking my head, I tried to clear it of the naughty thoughts. I looked up at Jake, trying to figure out why he was with me. Our eyes locked as he looked down at me. An electric current seemed to crackle between us.