James used the key card in the lock and placed the card in Beverly's hand, stepping aside to let her enter her room. She turned the light on just inside the door and set her purse down on the table, turning back to him.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." She said, then quickly backtracked. "I'm just embarrassed."
"Embarrassed? About what?"
"Crying so much. You must think I'm a flake."
James' smile was warm and considerate. "Not at all, Beverly. Do you know how lucky you are to be able to cry? Some people can't even do that."
"I guess." Suddenly, she felt shy around him and allowed him to take her hands in his. "Thank you for being a gentleman, James. It's nice to have a shoulder to cry on ... or to sob on, in my case."
"Beverly, please quit thanking me. I enjoy spending time with you." He pulled her closer, running his fingers through her hair. "And I don't want to feel like a gentleman right now."
Both James and Beverly would later say that they were surprised at James' actions and at Beverly's response. James pulled her mouth to his and crushed her against him, pressing his tongue into her mouth and sucking roughly on it. Beverly shrieked into his mouth and trembled at the onslaught of passion. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ground her large hips against the hardness she felt in his pants. The feeling made her head spin and the room suddenly felt hot and crowded, even though they were the only ones present.
James pulled back, gazing into her face. "Don't make me go home alone tonight, Beverly."
Beverly just smiled and reached for her purse. When she'd gone to the bathroom, the lady at the reception desk had chased her down, breathless when she caught her. She had an envelope that had been left with instructions that it was to reach her immediately. And no, she hadn't seen who delivered it. It was found on the desk with the instruction note attached.
Beverly had retreated back into the bathroom to read its message. "
You and the other six members of your scavenger hunt team have proven to be perfection. This is your final task; an individual task chosen just for you. Your task, task number twelve, is to give your virginity to James Weathers. The reward will be $15,000 dollars for each of you. Proof will be not required. It is possible that you could lie to Nathan but your past efforts have proven your trustworthiness. And the fact that you are in love with Mr. Weathers will ensure completion. Enjoy your evening.
"
Now, she handed the envelope to James and watched the play of emotions on his handsome face, recalling her own feelings when she'd read it. First, excitement, then fear. Any girl would be excited to think that a handsome man was going to be her first but regardless of his attention, she worried that he wouldn't truly enjoy the experience because of her weight. She crossed her fingers behind her back and silently prayed.
God, please!
James looked up into her eyes, his insides quivering like never before.
A virgin!
He had never made love to a virgin. But that wasn't why he was quivering. It was because it was Beverly. He suddenly felt inadequate. He so wanted to please her, to make it a great experience for her but ... even he knew that he was a rough lover. Some of his girlfriends had complained about his pinches and bites. Still more quickly left in tears after he'd plundered their assholes and even more departed after he'd revealed his proclivity for being pegged every once in a while. Yet all were paid well and his secrets had remained secret. What would Beverly think?
Beverly held her breath, her eyes on him. He refolded the sheaf of stationery and placed it back into the envelope. She noticed that his hands were shaking slightly as he gazed at her name elegantly calligraphed on the front. "James?"
"Beverly," He paused, wanting to select the correct words. "There would be no one more honored on this than me to be chosen as your first."
She leaned forward and cupped his cheek, craving the force of his tongue in her mouth again. "But?"
"The old James Weathers would have taken your gift without a second thought." James searched her eyes. "And without a conscience. But I'm not that person any more." He touched the raw silk of her skin, shivering at the warmth that spread through his fingers. "Especially not when it comes to you."
Beverly's heart skipped several beats at the sensation of his flesh against hers. And that wasn't the only thing that was making her heart skip. She was aware of a change occurring in him, a life change, a change of conscience. "Why, James?"
"When I came here, I was so tired. Tired of work, tired of play, tired of talking, of sleeping, of being alone. Just tired of everything." He paused. "And in these weeks of meeting you and being with you ... " Silvery tears filled his hard eyes. "I have never felt so alive!" He took several moments to compose himself. "I don't care that you're black. I don't care that you're fat. I don't care that you're a virgin. All I care about is that you love me and I don't think that I'm worthy of you."
"Worthy ...?" Beverly was shocked to hear those words from him. James Weathers was a celebrity, a high-profile news anchor, a pillar of the community and in the broadcasting world. To hear him say that he wasn't worthy of her, Beverly Johansson, an overweight, boutique owner with an overbearing mother, was just unreal. Was she really worth so much? Keeping her eyes on him, she reached behind her neck and untied the halter top of her new dress, letting the soft material caress every Rubenesque curve of her body and pool at her feet. "Prove it."
"Wha .. what?" He could barely speak past the lump in his throat, blinking the stinging tears back.
"You heard me." She grabbed the lapels of his sport jacket and yanked him into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. "I said, prove it." She put her hand behind his neck, pulling his mouth closer to hers. "Prove that you're not worthy of me."
James felt his heart slam in his chest when she aggressively kissed him, bruising his mouth and biting his bottom lip and his cock hardened to life in his pants. His hands slid all over her back, then moved to the front, searching for and cupping her large breasts, squeezing them roughly.
Beverly moaned, still fighting his tongue for oral supremacy and not relenting even when he pinched her nipples. Instead, she pressed her bulk more firmly against him, allowing her hand to snake down to the front of his pants, giving his prick a hard squeeze. She had never had control in her life and this excited her like nothing else, having the handsome white boy under her spell.
James groaned, his skin tingling and her hands encircling his waist and tugging his shirt out of his pants made his gasp with pleasure. Beverly was a natural, no doubt. She wasn't thinking about the act of having sex, she was reacting to the stimulus of his touch and his presence and that kind of thing couldn't be taught. Her natural response made him itch all the more to be inside her and to hear her cries as she came. Her hands found his bare skin under the A-shirt and glided over his back muscles, before moving downward, her nails grazing his skin.
Beverly heard his hiss and his entire body arched against her in response to her nails and his dark eyes connected with hers, leaving her breathless and hypnotized.
"So that's how you want it?"
