Be warned: This is a weight gain story. If that's not something you like DO NOT READ.
Christa has had her eyes on Samuel for ages.
He's the quarterback of the football team and easily the most popular boy at school.
She's worked hard to try and g...
The cool night air wrapped around us as Anthony walked me home, the streetlights casting a soft glow on our path. I could still feel the warmth of his presence beside me, our laughter echoing in the quiet night. Each step felt electric, charged with an unspoken tension that made my heart race. I found myself stealing glances at him, captivated by the way the light played across his strong features.
As we reached my front door, I hesitated for a moment, the weight of the evening settling heavily on my shoulders. I fumbled with my keys, the metal cool against my palm. "You want to come in for a minute? Maybe have a soda?" I asked, my voice betraying a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. What was I doing? My mind raced with possibilities, each more thrilling than the last.
"I'd love to," he replied, his confident smile sending a rush of warmth through me. He stepped past me, entering my house with an ease that made my heart flutter. I closed the door behind him, the click echoing in the quiet hallway.
When I turned back, he was standing over me, his gaze intense and filled with a fiery desire that made my breath hitch. "Can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice low and inviting as he gently placed a hand against my chubby cheek. The warmth of his palm against my skin sent shivers down my spine.
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I nodded almost imperceptibly, my heart pounding in my chest as anticipation surged within me.
He leaned in, and our lips met in a passionate kiss that ignited a fire deep in my core. His hands traveled to my lower back, pulling me closer until my belly pressed against his hard body. I felt a rush of exhilaration mixed with nervousness. How could I feel so turned on and yet so self-conscious about my fat body so close to him?
As if sensing my thoughts, his other hand reached down to the hem of my hoodie, lifting it slightly. I held my breath, my heart racing as his fingers brushed against the roll of fat that overlapped my leggings. A gasp escaped my lips as he gently squeezed, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
Pulling his head back slightly, he looked deep into my eyes, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "I did mean ALL of your curves, by the way," he said, his voice thick with desire. With that, he pulled me against him harder, his hand finding my love handle and giving it a firm squeeze that made me melt against him.
In that moment, all my insecurities faded away, replaced by the intoxicating thrill of his touch. I was lost in the sensation, the world outside disappearing as we stood there, wrapped in each other's warmth. It was as if nothing else mattered but the connection between us, the undeniable chemistry that sparked in every glance, every kiss, every gentle caress.
I was nervous and excited, caught in a whirlwind of emotions that made my head spin. But as I looked into his eyes, I felt a sense of freedom, a willingness to embrace this moment and everything it could lead to.
