I normally can't stand muscled guys, at least, I don't think they're for me when it comes to sexual attraction. If they look fit, awesome! I'm more of a Tony Stark girl than a Thor girl if we're watching Avengers.
But then, Mike returned from his transfer to the Japanese branch of the company he worked for. I had expected the Mike to return to be skinnier, you know, sushi is delicious, but I doubt it helps to gain weight. Instead, this Mike that would've been too bulky for my tastes showed up.
What was stranger, though, was that my infatuation with him didn't change. If people already said I was a bitch, well, I would show them how true would that be. I made my decision.
I asked him to join me at a bar where his fiancee's friends wasted time. He was clueless because he immediately accepted, given that our friendship had a long enough history.
I wasn't going to be subtle if I could help it. Fortunately for me, I was already showing more than enough skin and judging by the looks I received, I was doing great.
I saw him, waiting for me. He looked delicious and I threw caution to the wind for the first movement. He sat on the stool, I straddled his lap.
"Melanie, please don't," his tone was firm and decided. But there was a deliciously thick bulge growing against my ass...
"All right, I'll hop down, just..." I looked crestfallen.
"Just what?"
"There's an issue with me..."
I came up with whatever stupid excuse I could come up with and I began to tell him about how lonely I was, how I was sure men didn't look at me with desire and I was afraid I wouldn't find anybody... And made sure I didn't hop down, I kept on sitting on his lap.
I took a long time explaining, "adjusting" myself to be sitting comfortably, grinding against him as much as I could. His breathing got deeper at first, with my constant grinding it became ragged.
I remembered my acting classes in high school and managed to produce a tear, which was hard, given how horny for him I was. Once I had made my mind, I had the certainty that he was going to be mine and it kept me so worked up, feigning sadness or anything that wasn't lust was a challenge. I had almost creamed myself thinking about him inside me for the first time.
But it wasn't fruitless. When he said he had been obsessed with me a few years ago, I saw my chance. Of course I said,"you're just saying that, nobody wants me."
"For real! I always thought you were hot, and everything!" he insisted.
"Prove it," I told him, "would you kiss me?"
He thought about it. When he started to lean in, I pulled back.
"Not here, they could see you," I pointed towards the group of girls Sophie, his fiancee, had to know. He looked a little uncomfortable, so I made my way out of the place, but I made sure they did see him leaving with me. Just to seem innocent enough, I added a, "I don't want to cause any trouble... here, come with me."
I got him to follow me all the way to my apartment, which wasn't far. I kept saying that anyone in the street might recognize him, so we were better off in my place.
Inside of the apartment, he kissed me. Too softly.
I broke down crying. A fucking Oscar, that's what I deserved.
"What's wrong?!" Mike seemed really concerned. Wow. Nice guys are so hard to come around.
"Am I not hot enough?! I mean, you kissed me, but not wanting me, all soft and... like, you're not hard or anything!"
"Melanie, it doesn't work that way..."
"Because I'm ugly, right?"
"No! You're gorgeous! It's just I..."
"Turn around," I asked.
He did.
That's where things should get interesting. I undressed and said, "look at me."
When he did, he looked genuinely startled. But then, an unexpected change in his expression happened, and looking at a demeanor I had never, ever found in him made me think I maybe had gotten into something that might not be under my control.
"I'm not stupid, Melanie. You want this dick? You're gonna get more of it than you can handle."
I was taken aback. All I could do is let out a perplexed, "what?"
Suddenly, he was naked. Not a slow strip tease. He got rid of his clothes with almost anger, I could see he was going straight to business. He walked towards me and I backed off. My back hit the wall. I cowered a little. In his hands, a condom that he began to unroll on his hardness glistened.
"Mike, wait, I'm allergic to latex!"
"So..?"
"Let me get a latex-free one, I have them in my drawer," I begged.
I walked to my room and felt his ominous frame behind me. I opened the drawers and the box...was empty.
My heart began beating faster, "I can go to the drugstore and-"
He made me back up against the wall, then lifted my leg. With his other hand, he pointed his heavy cock towards me.
"I'm not on the pill! And I-"
