One Curvy Night

Chapter 7: Where we learn

The Curvy Girlfriend's PoV

"Ah, sweetheart, what do you do to me." James mumbled as he drew me into his arms for a quick kiss. "Any guy would have killed for a chance to have you in their arms. Look at you." He pushed me away at arm's length, his hot gaze trailing down my body.

I contemplated telling him that I had planned going without any underwear on, but decided against it as I realised I had only known this guy for little less than 24 hours. Something I repeatedly forgot.

"Look at you." He mumbled again. "Please tell me that you usually don't wear this on the street. Especially late at night."

"No, but why-"

"Darling, I beg of you, don't wear this in any company that includes young, available, straight guys." His hand gripped my arms tighter as his mouth twisted slightly. "You didn't meet a young available straight guy on your way here, did you? I knew I should have picked you up!" He gave a mock swoon, causing me to laugh as I put down my bag under a side table.

"James, no one payed any extra attention to me. I don't understand why you are making such a big deal about this."

He gestured blindly as one hand was still covering his eyes in a dramatic gesture of swooning. "Sweetheart, look in the mirror, will you."

I gave him a confused glance before walking over to the big mirror next to the entrance of his kitchen. I never knew what to expect from James, apparently.

I gasped slightly as I observed myself in the mirror. A woman who had a dress that set off her killer curves stared back at me. The belt around my waist showed of the hourglass shape and the flare of my hips, while the V-neck showed more cleavage than I would ever feel comfortable showing if I had been aware.

"I think you gave me a heart attack, darling." James came up behind me, pulling me up against the hard planes of his body.

"I had no idea." I mumbled, a dark blush settling over my face, causing me to close my eyes. "I usually only wear this at home while I do my chores."

"Well, we'll keep it here, so you have something to wear instead of my blanket." James muttered into my ear. "I now have this fantasy of coming up on you wearing only this and an apron, bending over the sink. Or better yet, only the apron." He gave a deep groan as he shifted his hips so they pressed into my plump behind. I gave a soft gasp, my eyes flowing open. He smirked back at me as his hands started to drift toward my tied belt. "But right now, I think we should focus on you getting out of everything."

"Please, can we go to your bedroom?" I asked, trying to turn around while stopping his hands on the length of rope holding my dress together. He lifted his gaze to mine, watching the play of discomfort, embarrassment and insecurity, before softly kissing my neck.

"If that's what you want, my darling." He drew back to take my hand. "But believe me, you are beyond beautiful to me. And I'll show you, every day, until you have no choice but to believe me."

"I'm hungry." James sat up, a hand reaching around to turn on his bedside lamp. "What would you like, darling?"

"James, its nearly midnight." I complained as I pulled a pillow over my head.

"And I'm planning to keep you active far past midnight, so we will need some energy." He chuckled as he lowered his lips to my hip. I was staring to become oddly comfortable being naked around James. Maybe because he showed so much pleasure in my body, and how he never seemed to flinch in disgust. Never ever. I have watched him closely.