Curvy Girl Summer

Chapter 1

There were many reasons why I stopped dating Matthew, but a well-timed apology and his ten veiny inches had me bent over for him one final time. I was feeling good and was inexplicably horny, so it didn’t take much for me to give in to his offer.

I normally wasn’t the type to double back on someone I’d let go of. I didn’t believe in second chances when it came to matters of the heart. But if I were being completely honest with myself, it wasn’t the heart that was making the decisions. It was the six-month-long journey of singleness that I’d embarked on to start the new year. And while I wasn’t proud of my decision, I was satisfied with it.

Thoroughly satisfied.

I was going to be thirty soon, and I was never really interested in casual hookups. It would’ve been easy to meet someone new to have sex with. Sex was easy. But there was no guarantee that a new man would take care of my needs. And the one thing that Matthew consistently did right was me.

“Matthew,” I whimpered, feeling the tension between my thighs. My hands gripped the kitchen island. My fingers slipped across the freshly cleaned marble as he pushed my skintight skirt over my ass, bunching it at my waist.

“Do you know how much I’ve missed you?” he asked as he kissed the backs of my thighs. Slowly peeling my G-string down, he helped me step out of it. “Do you know how often I think about you”—he kissed my ass cheeks—“and this big… fat… ass?”

Without warning, his hand came down on my right cheek.

My skin tingled as the familiarity of his touch combined with the pain of the slap. The desire in his voice sent chills down my spine.

“How often?” I wondered breathily. “How often do you think about me?”

He trailed kisses across my lower back before he stood. “I’ve thought about you every day since you ghosted me.”

The sound of his belt buckle hitting the laminate flooring was like a bell alerting me to what was to come. I grabbed the edge of the island countertop and braced myself. “I didn’t ghost you.”

“You did…” He positioned both of his hands on my hips, tugging me back so that I felt him hot and hard against me. “And I still couldn’t stop thinking about our last time together and how hard you came on my face.” His hands roughly pushed up my flowy top, exposing more of my back. “And how sexy you looked riding me and coming on my dick.”

I was dripping wet.

“Yesssssssss,” I dragged out breathily. “But I didn’t ghost you. We talked—”

“You talked,” he interrupted. “I listened, but you talked.” He took his tongue and licked up my spine. “And now it’s time for you to listen.”

I shivered. “I’m listening.”

He wrapped his arms around my middle so that he could grip the fleshiness of my belly under my shirt. “You’re so fucking soft.”

He pulled me up so that I was standing upright. Running his hands upward until he reached my breasts, he cupped them and ran his thumbs over my hardened nipples. My head lolled back, resting on his shoulder as he continued to toy with me. When I felt his breath on my neck, I inhaled sharply.

“Spread your legs,” he whispered.

I did as I was told and was rewarded with the feeling of his dick between my thighs.

Anticipating his next move, I held my breath when his hand moved from my breast to between my legs. The moment the pads of his fingers grazed my waxed flesh, I surrendered to his touch.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he murmured, massaging his way into me.

His middle and forefinger slid in and out of me, and I moaned loudly.

“Yeah, I’ve missed you.” His voice was rough and needy. Pulling his fingers out, he rubbed my clit. “The fact that you’re here tells me that you missed me, too.”

I knew what he wanted me to say, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. It wasn’t true. If anything, the only thing I missed was his dick.

“But how much did you miss me?” he wondered softly.

Instead of answering, I groaned, grinding against his hand. It felt like his dick got even harder as it pressed against my ass.

He slipped a finger back inside me. “Oh yeah? That much, huh?” Leaning down so that his lips brushed against the shell of my ear, he applied pressure while rubbing me. “It feels like she’s ready for me.”

Panting, my desire twisted my gut. I felt myself approaching the edge.

“Yessssssss…” I dragged the answer out as I gyrated against his hand. “I’m ready for you.”

“What are you ready for me to do, Aaliyah?”

I wanted him so bad that I was starting to lose control. The only thing I could think about was how badly I needed to get off.

“I’m ready for you to fuck me,” I whined.

He spun me around and then crashed his mouth to mine. Kissing me roughly and recklessly, he pinned me between the island and his hard body. When he pulled back, he yanked my shirt over my head and then cast his gaze over my body.

Running his fist over the length of his dick, he took another step back. “I missed your sexy ass.”

“Show me,” I murmured, staring at the reason I came over.

“Oh, I plan to.” He grabbed his pants from the floor and took a condom out of his pocket. “I plan to show you a few times.” The latex stretched over his dick. “Can you handle it?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Good,” he grunted, taking a step forward.

I gasped at the quickness with which he spun me around by my bunched-up skirt. Pushing me against the island, he put me into position. His hands moved up my back to bend me over and then down to my hips.

“So fucking soft,” he whispered. With one hand, he held my skirt like reins and with the other, he palmed my ass.

Then he smacked it again.

“Ah!” I yelped, pleasure and pain spreading through my body.

“Stay right there,” he breathed as I felt him lining up against me.

“Oh my God…” I moaned as he pushed himself into me.

“This pussy is so fucking good.” He dug his fingers into my skin as he restrained himself. “And so fucking wet for me.”

He wasn’t lying.

It had been a long time since I’d been properly taken care of, so I was ready for him. Wet from anticipation and the pressure of him stretching me out, I didn’t need him to be as gentle.

As he pushed inch after inch in me, I couldn’t control the sounds that came out of me. The deeper he got, the louder I became.

He let out a low groan as he filled me to the hilt. He ran his hands all over me before returning his hands to my hips. “I’ve missed this pussy. I’ve missed how good you feel.”

I could only moan in response as I started grinding against him.

“You remember exactly what I like,” he rasped as I continued to throw it back on him.

His ragged breathing coupled with the sound of my wetness and our skin slapping together. The reverberation seemed to echo in his kitchen as he gripped me, taking back control. He moved in and out of me until I felt the tension tighten my entire lower body.

“You like that, don’t you, Aaliyah?” His voice was desperate and needy.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

“Oh, shit,” he groaned softly, picking up the pace.

His strokes consistently hit the right spot. It was like he knew which buttons to push and when. I held on to the edge of the island for dear life as he pounded into me.

“Right there, right there,” I called out breathlessly. “Yes! Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

“Come on this dick for old times’ sake. Just like you used to. Let me feel that pussy.”

I tried my best to hold it together, but I felt myself coming undone as soon as he said that. “Oh my God!”

He sucked in a shuddering breath before he let loose, ramming into me. “I know you missed it,” he panted. “Even if you can’t admit it, your pussy is telling on you. You’re so wet for me. Do you hear that? Do you fucking hear how wet you are for me?”

As he continued to thrust his hips, I threw my ass back to meet him. Each and every word out of his mouth added to my building orgasm. He always talked a lot of shit, and I loved it.

“Matt,” I panted, beginning my descent into pure pleasure. My muscles clenched, and I started clamping down around him. “Oh. God. Yes.”

“That’s right,” he hissed. “You’re coming for me.”

The ache deep inside me exploded. Quivering, I came apart on his throbbing dick.

“Oh, shit!” His body jerked and shuddered as he reached his climax as abruptly as I’d reached mine.

I slumped against the island, completely worn out. My head rested against the cool marble and my breaths came out in heavy bursts. Matthew was bent over me, hugging me and panting on my back. My thighs were shaking and the only reason I was still upright was because I was pinned down.

“Wow,” he exhaled before carefully pulling out of me. He turned me around and stared at me. “I almost forgot how good you feel.”

“Yeah,” I agreed lightly, still catching my breath. “That was good.”

I let my head rock back, and I stared at the ceiling. Met expectations and pure satisfaction ran through my veins and quieted the noise my horniness had caused. The on-edge feeling had been replaced by calmness. The feral desire that started to cloud my judgment after months of abstinence had been replaced with quiet peace. Closing my eyes, I let out a deep contented breath.

“Now,” Matthew started. “Can we just start over?”

I raised my head and looked into his hopeful brown eyes. The sinking sensation that I was hoping to avoid returned. Grabbing the paper towels that I’d pushed out of the way when he’d first bent me over, I tore off a few squares. Cleaning myself up, I started to move toward the trash can.

He took the juice-soaked paper towels from my hand and held them up to his nose, inhaling deep. “Do you even know what you do to me? You smell so good. Let me taste you again. Please.”

Pulling my skirt down, I took the paper towels from his hand and tossed them in the trash. “I told you this was a one-time thing when I agreed to come over.”

He removed the condom and then followed me to the sink while I washed my hands.

“You also told me that you weren’t ever going to see me again, and here you are—seeing me again,” he reasoned. “Things change, and I want you to change your mind about us kicking it with each other again.”

“Matthew…” I shook my head before I tugged my shirt over it. “You and I didn’t work out for multiple reasons. You already know this.”

He twisted his face in confusion, pointing at my clothed body and then his naked one. “You didn’t just feel that? We work. You can’t tell me you didn’t feel that.”

I gestured between the two of us. “The only thing that ever worked between us was the sex. The more we got to know each other, the clearer it was that you and I aren’t on the same page. You don’t get me.” He was giving me a little puppy-dog look, so I averted my eyes. “I told you this already.”

I looked around, unable to find my G-string.

It was definitely time to go.

“Give me three good reasons why you and I aren’t a good fit,” he argued.

“This is exactly what I said I didn’t want to happen if I came over here,” I grumbled under my breath as I headed to the living room, where my bag was still on the couch. Grabbing it, I slung it over my shoulder.

“Please just talk to me. You can’t give me a taste of that pussy and just roll out.”

I looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. “What are you doing? You reached out to me and said everything was cool.” I flailed my arms around. “This isn’t cool.”

“Because you’re trippin’ if you don’t think there’s something real here. You don’t have a reason for not wanting to see this through.”

“The thing is I told you the reasons why we ended when we ended. I didn’t ghost you. I didn’t lead you on. I didn’t play you. I was honest with you, and that was that.”

He shook his head. “But that wasn’t that! You said what you had to say, and then you never responded to me again. We’d been dating for a while, and you just bailed on it.”

“We’d been dating for two months,” I corrected.

“I hit a bump in the road, and you just dipped on me.”

My eyebrows flew up. “Is that what you’ve been telling yourself?”

He looked down with his lips in a tight line. “I mean, I know it was wrong that I accidentally called you someone else’s name—”

“Your ex-girlfriend’s name,” I reminded him. “You called me your ex-girlfriend’s name.”

“And I apologized for that! It was a rough week. She had reached out—”

“And you said you thought you might still be in love with her,” I reminded him.

“I was confused, and I told you that.”

“And I told you to explore that and see how you feel.” I shrugged. “It’s standard advice.”

“Okay, but I realized I wasn’t still in love with her. I was just missing the life I had in Philly.”

“Okay, and I told you I was happy for you for figuring that out.”

“But then you didn’t say anything else, and you weren’t fucking with me anymore.”

I blinked. “Yes,” I said slowly, not understanding what he didn’t understand. “Because I’m not obligated to hang around and wait for you to figure your shit out.”

“All I’ve been trying to tell you for months was that if I would’ve known you were going to leave me, I wouldn’t have even thought twice about hitting her up and seeing what was up.”

Sighing, I walked to his front door.

“Come on, Aaliyah. You said we’d talk. I’m just trying to talk.”

Turning to face him, I kept my hand on the doorknob to let him know I was still planning to leave.

“Just…” He ran his hands down his washboard abs and then rested them low on his hips.

I knew what he was doing. He was doing what he was used to doing: using his looks, his body, and his big-ass dick to get his way. But it didn’t work on me then, and it wasn’t going to work on me now. I only agreed to talk to him because of my needs.

“I don’t know what to tell you.” I lifted my shoulders. “You did what you wanted to do. It didn’t work out the way you’d hoped. That’s not on me.”

I glanced down at his dick, hanging heavily against his thigh. This is all your fucking fault, I silently cursed the demonic dick. I should’ve known this was going to happen.

“When you responded tonight, you said you accepted my apology,” he said, reaching out for me. “What changed?”

“I do accept your apology,” I told him. “I accepted your apology back then, too. But at the end of the day, that doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that I don’t want to date you. We aren’t compatible.”

“It was because of my job situation, wasn’t it?”

“Your job situation? You mean when you quit your job abruptly so you could pursue music.”

His jaw tightened defensively. “You said I was talented.”

“I said the song you played me was good. I never said you should quit your job—you know what…” I shook my head because I wasn’t having that conversation again. “Matthew, I thought we could be cool, but it looks like it’s still too soon and feelings are too raw.” I opened the door to walk out.

“Are you going to honestly tell me you don’t want me? You’re really telling me that? Seriously?” He gestured to himself. His semihard dick was winking at me.

“Yes.” Dragging my eyes back to his, I nodded. “That’s what I’m saying. That’s what I’ve been saying since we ended.”

He sucked his teeth and shook his head. “Nah, I don’t believe you. You know what I do to your body. Your nipples are hard now just standing here. You want me just like I want you.”

“I’m going to go home now. Take care of yourself, Matthew.”

“Look at me. They always come back.”

Not this time.

With a tight smile, I nodded again. “Goodbye, Matthew.”

My eyes dropped back down to his dick before I left his place and closed the door between us. If that dick wasn’t going to keep me involved with him, nothing he could’ve said or done would’ve worked.

I jogged down the steps until I got to the first-floor landing. It was then that I remembered I’d left my panties. Looking up, I thought about it for a moment and then shook my head.

I’ll just buy some new ones.

It wasn’t worth the trouble.

As soon as I got in the car, I called the best friend that I was sure had experienced something similar before.

“Hey.” Nina Ford answered the call on the first ring. “Please tell me you got your itch scratched.”

“I did.”

She gasped. “I can’t believe you actually did it! How was it?”

“It was…” The flashback caused a dull ache between my thighs. “It was just as good as I remembered.”

“So why do you sound like that?” she wondered.

“Because you were right. I probably just should’ve found someone new.”

“What did Matthew do? He was still pressed, wasn’t he?”

“Yes.” I hit the steering wheel. “You called it. I just didn’t want to try my luck with someone new. But instead of being able to revel in my orgasm, he really wanted to talk about why I wasn’t trying to date him anymore.”

“That man has been pining away for you for months. He needs to let it gooooooo.”

I snickered at the way she said it and then sighed. “It’s my fault. I should’ve never responded to his message.”

“Well, he has been sending you a message every month for the last seven months. So, yeah… I think it was a little delusional to believe that man was just going to be cool with a one-night-only hookup.”

“You’re right,” I admitted as I drove down the dark street. “You are absolutely right. I think I just went with something familiar because I’m ready to find my person. I’m not rushing it, but I can’t continue on this drought.”

“It’s time for me to give you some real talk, my friend. It’s going to be a long summer if you continue the way you’re going,” she warned. “You can’t keep depriving yourself and thinking there will be no consequences. So, this is the perfect time for you to see what’s out there. Hit these streets up with me.”

“Nina, you know I’m just not the one-night-stand type.”

“Well, I am. And let me tell you, I haven’t been stressed about a thing! You, on the other hand, just spent months soul-searching and figuring out what you want—only to hook up with a dude working on his debut rap album.”

“At forty!” I hollered. “Sir, it’s too late.”

“If anything, he needs to see if they’ll give him studio time for a jazz album. Because nobody trying to shake ass to joint-pain jams and Roth IRA rhymes.”

I laughed so hard I almost choked.

“These are your consequences for waiting too long,” she continued as I cackled.