Kara looked in the mirror and sighed. In her hand she held a magazine filled with skinny supermodels, women six feet tall barely weighing a hundred pounds. Kara looked at the pictures then back at her reflection. She knew she didn't look like any of the models in the magazine--that is unless you roll them all into one to make on large one, then you'd have Kara. She looked at her reflection with a critical eye.
'My hips are too wide, my ass is definitely not round and perky, my breasts are way too full and big, not to mention these huge chocolate nipples attached to them and if God only created eraser for the body, I'd erase my stomach till it was flat as a board'. Day in and day out these thoughts plagued her, tearing down what little self confidence she had.
"Excuse me, Miss, but can you tell me how to get to 12th and Alexandria?"
"W-What did you say?" Kara asked, the deep male voice interrupting her thoughts.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I'm trying to get to 12th and Alexandria. Do you know how to get there?"
Kara turned around and stared at eyes that looked like rays of sun dipped in sweet chocolate. His beaming smile shone like the high beams of a new car. His midnight hair was neatly fashioned in twists covered his creamy mocha complexion. She watched is full pink lips move, but she never heard one word as her eyes devoured him.
"Miss are you okay?" She heard him ask. Catching her reflection, she saw to her horror small beads of sweat on her forehead.
"I-I-I'm okay", she stammered, "You said 12th and Alexandria, right? she finally managed to ask.
"Yeah, 12th and Alexandria. There's a new poetry club opening there and I wanted to check it out. My name is Jared." he said offering his hand.
"Kara." she smiled, taking his hand. They say a man's handshake is but a mere inkling of the power of his soul. Kara felt her soul quake from his firm, yet gentle handshake.
"It's nice to meet you, Kara. I'm new here and don't really know to many people. I know you just met me and don't know me from Adam, but would you like to go with me to the poetry club?" Kara blinked her eyes hard, not truly believing what she was hearing. This chocolate god was asking her, the fat girl that got teased her entire existence, to go with him.
"Are you serious?" she asked. Suddenly images of her high school prom flooded her mind. As a cruel prank, the school's president asked her to the prom. She was heavier in high school than she was now and couldn't believe that someone this handsome would ask her to the prom. Without hesitation, she accepted his invitation. She spent all her summer job savings on a gorgeous baby blue gown that did a fairly decent job of disguising her many rolls, a limo and a grueling six hour stay at the hair salon getting coiffed within an inch of her life. He never showed up. Determined, she went to the prom by herself. As soon as she step into the hall, the entire senior class turned around and laughed at her. She ran from the hall, their cruel laughter and taunts still haunted her dreams some eight years later.
"Yeah Kara, I'm very serious. Why wouldn't I want to have a beautiful woman on my arm, showing me around town, and enjoying some good poetry with me?" The sincerity in his words cut through her resolve.
"I would be delighted to join you, Jared. Matter-of-fact, if you're not driving, I can take us to the club. My car is parked out front."
"Actually, I am driving. How about this, the club doesn't open until nine and it's only about three now. Why don't you follow me back to my place, I can park my car and then we can ride back into town in your car and cop a squat in the park or just hang out till it opens?" She couldn't believe her luck. Her she was, the fat girl, getting asked out by this gorgeous hunk of man.
"Okay Jared, just let me get my things rung up and we can go." Jared had taken a peak of the clothes she had in her hand and frowned his nose.
"Um, Kara, if you don't mind me saying so, those clothes won't do you one bit of justice."
"What do you mean? This is what all those models are wearing in the magazine. See." she said, pointing to the pictures. Frowning his face again, he took the magazine from her hand and through it in the trash.
"Why on earth did you do that?" she asked, eyes opened wide.
"Trust me. Those magazines do more harm than good. Tell you what," he paused taking the clothes from her, "Let me pick out an outfit and you can wear it tonight."
"Okay." she relented. Jared cut through the department store like a buzzsaw. He finally settled on an ankle length midnight blue sleeveless dress, with full straps accented by rhinestone clips, a sweetheart neckline and thigh-high side split. He picked out a pretty rhinestone earring and necklace set to match. Kara looked at the dress, a little unsure of it. It would expose her body in ways she wasn't all too comfortable with. She felt flushed with fever when Jared came back with sensual black lace lingerie for her to wear. The strapless ebony corset, with garters and matching thong made her heart drop. 'How cruel can he be to pick out a thong for me to wear? Can't he see my ass is too big for that?' she thought. As if reading her mind, Jared took her hand and whispered in her ear, "Kara you are a beautiful woman, no matter what size you are. Whether you're a size 2 or a size 22." She felt her eyes well with tears. No man has ever said that to her. He let her hand go and went off in search of shoes. He came back shortly with at pair of platform heeled shoes with wide ankle straps. It never dawned on her to tell him her size. She quickly paid for her items, taking the bags in his hand, they walked out to there separate cars.
Twenty minutes later, they pulled up in front of his apartment. Jared's apartment was tastefully decorated with various African sculptures, paintings, and throw rugs and butter soft ebony leather.
