Chronicles of a Fat Teenager (Complete - Sequel coming soon)

Chronicles of a Fat Teenager - Chapter Fourteen

“Oh God, this is nice!” Beth thought to herself as Miles kissed her neck, pushing his hand into the small of her back, pulling her closer to him.

Another involuntary groan came from her throat as she ran her fingers through his wet, brown hair. She could smell shampoo and the faint scent of boy’s deodorant as she felt the stubble on his chin brush her neck. She ached for him to be kissing her lips again and so moved her head around and with her hand on the back of his head, fingers entwined in his hair she guided him back to her mouth. His lips smiled before locking back onto hers for another deep, passionate kiss.

“I think I’m going to explode,” Beth thought to herself, “Oh God, his hand is on the skin on my back, he’ll be able to feel the rolls. Oh God, I must repulse him.” Beth felt as his fingers on her back had found their way under her top and could feel his strong hands stroke up and down her spine.

Miles broke away from their kiss and Beth thought for a terrible moment that the feel of the soft rolls on her back had brought the mood to an abrupt end. Her fears were immediately allayed when Miles, voice husky and brimming with desire whispered, “Oh God, your skin is so soft. Can we go over to the bed?”

Panic set in Beth’s eyes. She wasn’t ready for this. For any of it. She could hardly stand the thought of looking at her own body, but allowing Miles access to her skin, to the parts she so desperately tried not to show under baggy t-shirts, men’s jumpers and baggy trousers was too much. How could she be intimate with someone when she couldn’t stand to look at herself?

Miles saw the look in her eyes and pulled her closer. “Babe, don’t worry. I am not going to force myself on you! Jesus, it will take every bit of strength I have to not peel those layers off you. But we have all the time in the world and I don’t want to rush this, Beth. I adore you and we will go at whatever pace is best for us, OK?”

Beth smiled. How could she feel anything but safe with him? The sincerity and warmth in his eyes put her at ease and she followed him over to the bed.

Miles sat on the bed and Beth stood in front of him. He patted the bed next to him, inviting her to sit down beside him. She looked down into his beautiful, sapphire blue eyes and felt like her heart melted.

As she sat down, he grabbed her hand and placed their entwined fingers on his lap. Beth could feel his solid, muscular thigh on the back of her hand and a pulse rippled through her core.

“I needed to sit down, babe. I hurt my back in practice, that’s all. Look, got a cracking bruise apparently!”

He turned and pulled his shirt up, revealing an almost perfect boot mark on his back.

Suddenly, with no warning Beth’s mum charged into the room with a tray of drinks and a few biscuits.

“Don’t mind me! Thought you two would be thirsty!” She breezed, looking over to where they were sitting on the bed. “Oh! Lord! I’m so, so, sorry, I should have knocked! Oh … looking away now! I’m looking away now!”

Beth realized that Miles looked like he was taking his top off and immediately set about putting her mother straight, “Ah! Mum! Don’t just barge in! It doesn’t look like … what it looks like! Miles was showing me the injury he got in rugby, that’s all!”

Miles pulled his top back down, face glowing in embarrassment, “I’m so sorry, Mrs Evans. I seem to have a habit of flashing my tummy at you!” He laughed and Beth’s mum waved his apology off graciously.