Five Star Curves: A BWWM Romance

by Tyla Walker

I blurt everything out. It came out naturally. I don’t plan to confess like this, but some situations need drastic measures.

  “You love me?” Jenna asks me.

  “Yes.”

  “Devon,” Jenna moans as she clings on my neck. I can barely swipe the card on my door because Jenna won’t let me go. After dinner, Jenna told me that she wants to come to my place, and so we did.

  “Jenna,” I moan when she sucks on my neck.

  “Do you really love me?” she whispers in my ears.

  “I do,” I reply to her, as I grab her chin and kisses her passionately. I love her, and there’s no doubt about it. She’s now the love of my life.

  “I love you too,” she replies to me. All hell breaks loose. I carry her inside the house, directly to my room. I place her gently in the middle of the bed.

  “Jenna, I want to confess, and do something romantic, but, darling, you’re such a fireball that you destroyed all my plans. I hope you forgive me for this unromantic confession,” I say to her as I slowly take off her dress.

  Jenna giggles. “It’s fine, darling. I don’t care!”

  We kiss, full of love and passion. Jenna takes off my clothes, tracing all the exposed skin; we kiss like there’s no tomorrow.

  I nibble on her ear, sucking and plunging my tongue inside it. The small organ is an erogenous zone for her.

  “Devon!” Jenna leans to the side as she lets me do what I want with her. “I love you.”

  “I love you too…” I kiss towards her neck, licking and sucking. My hands trail on her hips and go to her breasts. It’s huge and bouncy. I love it!

  “Oh… Devon!” My lips join my hands on her breasts as I suck on one nipple, while I pinch the other. Jenna’s back arches as she gives it all to me. I lick and suck; fondle and pinches. Yes, this woman’s body is mine to pleasure.

  My very own, Jenna.

  “Please,” Jenna moans.

  “What is it that you want, darling? Tell me, and I’ll give it to you,” I question her as my hand goes to her soaking pussy. I pinch her clit.

  “Oh! Devon!” Her legs raised on the air, and she almost kicks me away. I thrust my fingers in and questions her again.

  “What do you want, darling?”

  “I want you! Replace your fingers with your cock! Give it to me!” Jenna shouts as she clings on my shoulders. “Fuck me! Take me! Love me!”

  “I will, darling!” I growl; I can’t take it anymore and thrust in her pussy in one fell swoop. “So fucking perfect! This is amazing!”

  I thrust my hips, getting wilder as seconds pass.

  “Oh… fuck! Yes! Give it to me! Devon!” Jenna’s nails dig on my skin.

  “Fuck!” I shout as I twist my hips, and pistons faster and deeper inside her.

  “Oh… oh… I’m cumming! Let’s cum together!” Jenna grinds her pussy against my cock. Her walls tighten, and I explode.

  “I’m cumming!” I shout as I tremble all over. My body slumps beside her, while Jenna’s head lays on my chest.

  I caress her hair.

  “Thank you,” Jenna says to me.

  “No need… I love you,” I reply to Jenna.

  This is just perfect.

  Sixteen

  Jenna

  What a surprise this is; so many things happened these days. My days are full of surprises, and everything’s going well. Devon and I are on the right track too.

  See? When you work hard enough, have faith, and pray, everything will follow. All the problems I encountered before are worth it if I can have this chance.

  I breathe in relaxation as someone does my hair while giving me manicure and pedicure. I was angry at Devon for paying for my spa days, but I got over it.

  It’s all part of the job! I can’t go out there looking like a drag, right? If my beauty is my investment, then, I better pamper myself. I have everything done from head to toe.

  Head to toe, it is. I’ll even have a Brazillian wax. I’m sure that Devon will be surprised. Maybe he’ll like it! I’ll have my legs wax too.

  Then, I’ll have my body scrub in every nook and cranny. Facial for my face. What else do I need? Oh, I’ll have my armpit wax. Gosh, I can’t forget that one.

  Overall, I’m enjoying this treatment like I’m a queen. I haven’t done pampering this much. The most I can do is to have a manicure and pedicure. I had my hair done, once or twice, but not like this.

  This is on an entirely different level.

  I close my eyes, enjoying this moment.

  “Yes, that’s it! Oh, arch your back a bit more,” the photographer says to me as I strike a pose. “Raise your hand a bit higher!”

  The photographer is a perfectionist. I’ve been standing in front of his camera for a few minutes now; he’s still not done. We haven’t moved on to the next pose. Am I doing something wrong?

  I feel nervous. Damn, is modeling for me? I don’t know anything about this at all. I’m not a professional and just started. I’m good at merchandising, but not with modeling.

  It’s two different things.

  “Perfect!” Finally, the photographer is done. I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. “Come here.”

  I smile towards him, acting as polite and as professional as possible. I don’t want to come as some snobby newbie.

  “Hello, sir,” I greet him, and his eyes roam all over me. He looks strict, but he smiles after scrutinizing me.

  “You’re one excellent model! It took me long enough to take the picture because you look perfect in every angle, darling! You’re new in this industry, but the camera eats you up! It loves you! You’re photogenic!”

  The photographer is jumping up and down as he explains to me. I’m so surprised when he said it to me, and his reaction is entirely different from what I thought. He seems to be a very simple-minded photographer.

  “Come, come! Check this out!” I look at the screen, and I have so many pictures in almost the same pose, but different angles. I look absolutely gorgeous! I can’t even believe my eyes.

  I blink my eyes, staring at the picture. Wow, this is… just unbelievable. I look like an entirely different person. Is this what they call photogenic? I didn’t think of myself as one.

  “Wow,” is all I can say.

  “Yes, wow,” the staff join the crowd and surround the screen. They heap praises on me. I smile at them, one by one.

  “Thank you!” I say to them. I feel shy all of a sudden.

  “These photos are to be used for Facebook and Instagram accounts, what do you think?” One of the agency staff approaches me. “We have to add more, so it showcases different dimensions of you.”

  “I understand, ma’am. I’ll do my best! I like the pictures,” I reply to her.

  “Sure, let’s add some more poses!” She announces, and everyone disperses. I go back to the makeshift stage and pose again for the camera.

  I’m beat.

  Modeling is a very tiring job. I change clothes a lot of times, make-up needs to be applied every time, and I have to wear heels most of the time.

  Some challenging poses really test my flexibility. I lean my head on the sofa, while my legs are placed high by a few pillows.

  My phone rings, so I grab it. I didn’t check who’s calling.

  “Hello?” I ask on the other line.

  “Jenna, it’s me.”

  It’s my mom! I smile and sit properly. We haven’t talked for two days now since I was so busy.

  “Hello, mom! I’m so glad you called. I just finished shooting,” I say to her. My tiredness disappears when I hear the background voice. It’s my son!

  I miss him so much. There are times that I want to go home so that I can see him. I’m tempted to bring him with me too.

  “Really? That’s amazing, Jenna. Let me see your pictures, okay?” My mom requests of me happily. I laugh.

  “Sure, mom! I love the pictures, mom! I’ll send it to you. Also, I’ll be featured in magazines, as well. I’m booked, mom. I have jobs; it means I can pro
vide for you and Elijah well,” I tell her happily.

  “Oh, I love you, honey!” My mom says emotionally to me. “Elijah wants to talk to you.”

  “Give it to him, mom,” I say to her. I hear my son’s voice.

  “Hello, mommy!” my tears fall when I hear him.

  “Hello, my darling boy. Mommy misses you so much,” I say to my boy. “Do you miss mommy?”

  “Of course, mommy! Elijah misses you so much. I love you, mommy!” I feel touch when I hear his declaration. My motivations burn, and I feel like every drop of sweat is all worth it.

  “I love you, honey. Did you do your homework?” I ask him.

  “Of course, mommy! The teacher said I’m smart,” Elijah sounds happy. I breathe a sigh of relief.

  “Okay, baby. Mommy will have to talk to grandma again. Can you give the phone to her?”

  I can hear shuffling.

  “Jenna,” my mom’s voice sounds warm. I’m missing her too.

  “Mom, take care, okay? I have to go since we still have to go over the pictures,” I inform her. “Take care of Elijah for me, okay?”

  “Sure, darling,” my mom says to me. “Are you going to come home on thanksgiving? Please be here?”

  “I… I don’t think I can make it, mom,” I hate to disappoint her.

  “Oh...I see, but try, okay?”

  “I’ll do my best, mom. I love you, bye,” I hang up and stares at my phone. What to do? I really want to be there.

  Seventeen

  Devon

  "Thank you so much for choosing us!" I shake hands with the editor-in-chief of the Glam; it's one of the most well-known magazines in the entire country. They want Jenna on their cover.

  I love it! Damn, she's going to be ecstatic because of this. I'm sure that she's going to be so amazed and thankful. Jenna's such a sweet girl. I'm so proud of my girlfriend.

  "Your welcome! We like the model, she's gorgeous," the editor-in-chief exclaims. "After this magazine? I'm sure she'll be the next big thing."

  "Thank you for your praises," I say to them. It feels like the editor-in-chief is praising me. Wow, this feels even better when they give me praise. I hope everything goes well after this.

  If this continues, Jenna will have to quit her job and focused on modeling. I wonder if she'll agree?

  "We'll see you again at the shoot with your model, Mr. Koflar." They left after bidding their goodbyes. The smile on my face keeps getting wider. I even dance to my favorite tune as soon as they're out.

  This is perfect for Jenna. I promise I'll help her go big. I'll make sure of it! This time, I'll treasure her the way she deserves; I'll support her so that she can achieve all her dreams.

  Also, her Instagram followers have catapulted to more than a million just after the week we posted her picture. It's because she looks so goddamn gorgeous. Sometimes I get an urge to hide her inside my wallet, so no one can bask in her beauty except me.

  Selfish, right? Fortunately, I'm not this type of person, or else, she'll definitely strangle me. I pick up my phone and dial her number.

  "Pick up, pick up," my fingers keep tapping on the table, waiting for her to pick up my call. It's the third ring, and I'm getting impatient. I want to shout to the world about her achievements, but I have to let her know first.

  "Hello, darling? Do you miss me?" Jenna's sweet voice rings out from the other line. My smile widens. She never changed, and she still very sweet towards me. In fact, sweeter. Even though I know she's tired, she always has time for me.

  My heart is touched. I love Jenna so much.

  "I love you," I say to her. There's silence on the other line, a cough, and her resounding reply.

  "I love you more, Devon. Did you call because of this, darling? I'll see you later after this shoot," Jenna replies to me. This last week she always has to shoot in the evening, and some are in the afternoons.

  I'm actually worried about her work, but maybe she filed for a leave? She didn't say anything about it to me. Well, it will be better if she resigns.

  "Darling, I have good news for you, and I can't wait to tell you right now!" I exclaim to her. "We signed a contract for you to be featured in Glam. You know Glam, right?"

  "Glam?" I can hear the thrill and nervousness in her voice. "Do you mean that Glam, ranked as the third in the people's award? The one that received the best lifestyle feature of the year? That one?"

  As Jenna speaks, her voice leaks more and more excitement. I chuckle, she's like a baby. My baby.

  "Yes, darling. The one and only Glam! Also voted as the magazine of the year award in two international awards," I say to her.

  "Are you sure?" Jenna asks emotionally.

  "Don't you trust in your capability, darling? Or perhaps this boyfriend of yours is the one you don't trust?" I ask her. I'm not hurt at all, I'm just acting the part.

  "Oh, no… Devon, it's not like that… I trust you with my life. It's just that-" I cut her off.

  "You're one of the most beautiful women out there. For me, you're number one," I tell her. "You deserve this. You did it, darling!"

  "Oh…" I can hear the emotional undertone in her voice. "Thank you for believing in me, Devon."

  "I'll always believe," I say to her. "Sooner or later, you're going to shine brighter than other stars. You're going to be at the top, darling."

  "That's too much," Jenna chuckles. "Be careful with that, your words might go to my head."

  I laugh. "I know you, darling. It won't. Anyway, let me tell you that your Instagram account skyrocketed to a million followers only after a week."

  "Wow, that's great!" Jenna exclaims. "All our hard work has paid off."

  "You're going to be the next big thing, darling! All your posts will be watched by people from around and the world. They're going to love it, and they'll support you," I say to her.

  "It's enough for me that you and my family are there to support and to love me," Jenna replies to me. She sounds emotional. "There's no one a lot more important than you guys in my life."

  I chuckle as I feel my heart swell. I change the topic, or I might cry.

  "Aren't we too sappy here, darling? It doesn't fit my image."

  Jenna laughs, "You're the one that's sappy."

  I chuckle, "By the way, darling, you might have to quit your work. It's not going to fit in your busy schedule anymore."

  There's silence on the other line.

  "Jenna?"

  "Actually, I was dismissed. The company said something about a conflict in my contract… but I think some people said something bad about me," Jenna sounds sad.

  "Why didn't you tell me?" I ask her. I don't like her feeling sad.

  "I don't want to burden you," Jenna sounds happy again. "They're not important in my life."

  "Atta girl, that's great! Don't let them affect you. You're great, darling," I say to her. "It's their loss, not yours, but you should have told me."

  "I'm sorry. Next time something like this happens, I'll tell you," Jenna apologizes to me. I want her to be able to rely on me.

  "Well, it's all in the past. The important now is you're going to be the next big thing, darling," I chuckle. I see my secretary waving at me. "Jenna, I'll have to hang up? Take care, darling."

  "Sure, darling. I love you."

  "I love you too. See you later," I cancel the call and calls my secretary to come in. Work and more work.

  I hope that Jenna and I can get away sometimes. Maybe, soon.

  Eighteen

  Jenna

  Finally, I’m able to see my son again after three weeks of my busy schedule, and I have a plus one too. Devon.

  For the past three weeks, all I did was shoot and more photoshoots. It was tiring and exhilarating at the same time. I miss my son all this time, and Devon did something.

  “Thank you,” I whisper to Devon as we get down from the car. We’re now in front of my house, in time for the thanksgiving that I thought I’ll miss.

  “It’s not a problem, darling,”
Devon answers to me. He grabs hold of my hand tightly.

  “Do I look okay?”

  I look at him, and he looks so handsome. Is he nervous? I scrutinize his face, and there it is. His left eye is twitching minutely. A habit of his when he’s nervous. I laugh and pinches his side.

  “Aww… ouch, why do you have to do that, darling?” Devon asks me. I laugh out loud.

  “Because you’re so cute, and I can’t help but pinch you,” I say to him. “Don’t worry. It’s going to be fine. They’re going to love you as much as I do, darling.”

  “I can do this,” Devon tries to fix his hair and shirt. “Hey!”

  I left him there, trying to prep himself as I laugh. The door opens, and my mom is at the door with Elijah in tow. I glance at Devon, waving for him to come.

  I’m sure that they’ll love him as much as I do.

  And yes, they did. I smile as I watch my son and Devon play with the toy train that he bought before coming here. I remember him having a hard time choosing between a toy train or a robot. Then, he wanted the most expensive toy train.

  I told him that Elijah won’t ask him for the price. I laughed when he said that my son deserves the best. Devon’s so sweet, and my son loves toy trains.

  “They look good together,” Mom says to me as he unpacks all the groceries we bought for thanksgiving. Devon doesn’t want to come empty-handed. Actually, he has lots of souvenirs and shopping bags on the sofa.

  “Yes, I’m so glad Elijah likes him,” mom looks at me teasingly. “Do you like him?”

  “What do you think?” She asks me. I smile at her, I know that she’ll always support and be there for me no matter what.

  “You like him, right?” I ask her. Then, she nods her head.

  “He makes you smile and takes care of you. What’s more, can a mother ask for? I only want your happiness and if he’s the one? Then, so be it,” mom stares at Devon. “And he looks very handsome.”