A Story To Tell | Book 1

.1.

"Tray, get off of me!"

I shout playfully as I try pushing him away with my damp hands on his chest. He'd leaned his soft lips into the left side of my neck, touching my spot. I hated it when he did this to me. He chuckled as he caressed my neck with his lips, knowing that I was getting turned on. This was something that bothered me constantly when he knew that he had to be off to work, but instead he wanted to get me all hot and bothered just to let me down and leave me at home to ponder around in my sex box full of toys to try and have an orgasm when it was really him that I wanted inside of me.

"Why?" Tray moaned as he licked my neck, causing for my legs to feel weak. I then held myself up by balancing myself up on the kitchen sink.

"Because you have to go to work." I moaned.

"What if I don't wanna go to work? What if I wanna work on you?" He asked me, seductively as he looked at me with bedroom eyes. Just looking into his sky blue eyes, I was mesmerized. My baby was just sexy and I thanked the Lord that I had him.

Tray stood at 6'3", light skin with a body marked up like a subway in Harlem...you know what I'm saying? His light brown dreads hung past his shoulders and his edge up was always fresh. He loved walking around without a shirt on, showing his ripped frame, and loved to walk around in his Ralph Lauren boxers all day. As if shit couldn't get any better, my baby was a splitting image of Michael Ealy from The Barbershop. To top that all off, my boo had an eggplant out of this world. I'm talking large, super charged, and ready to explore!

Now, I'm going to let a couple of things be known about me and Tray. Although I was madly in love with this man, there he had his flaws. I mean, we all do. I'm labeled the fat girl and he's categorized as an unfaithful husband. That's right. Tray's a married man and has been married for going on five years now. I mean, there's no shame in my game that I'm messing with a married man. Tray and I have levels to this shit. He's made me the woman that I've become and I'm glad he'd came into my life and turned me around.

Before Tray, I was insecure about the size and flabbiness of my body. I was more than afraid to show it off to the world. I always wore loose clothing to hide my not so intriguing frame, and I always had my head down as I walked in public. I wanted love, but I didn't know where to find it because no boy was interested in a girl like me. Boys these days wanted the small petite women who ate like birds all damn day. The reason I say boys is because only boys judged a woman by their size. Men knew what they wanted, not by appearance, but by heart and soul.

After I met Tray, I knew that he was married, but we weren't even supposed to be on this level right here. He was just supposed to be helping me move my furniture and things into my apartment. He's one of my brother's co-workers at the Georgia Pacific mill. I didn't realize that Tray had actually been checking for me after I moved until one day, I'd ran into him at Walmart while I was grocery shopping. This was about a few months after I'd moved. He was telling me how he'd asked my brother, Chavez about me, but Chavez just brushed it off.

Now what had got me was when Tray had asked me for my number. I wasn't sure why he needed it, but I gave it to him anyway. That's when the texts started rolling in about how he wanted to take me out and stuff like that. Me being the insecure chick that I was, I declined his offer on many occasions before I'd finally given into him.

I never thought that I'd be interested in wanting to be with a married man until the night he'd taken me out. Just by looking at Tray, you'd think he wasn't into big women like me, but Tray had told me that he'd always had a thing for big beautiful women. He had treated me to just a casual dinner at Red Lobster in St. Augustine and had taken me out to the beach to a beautiful set. We sat there with the couples who'd made pallets on the sand, watching the moon and the stars just before the sight of a shooting star. Although it was something simple, just being with him made me feel completed. Like he really cared for me and I loved that. So I wasted no time in trying to pursue something with this man.