Bigger Girls Do It Collection: 4 Complete Erotic Romance Stories (6 page)

So there they were all four of them in the Golden Rooster on Friday night just after seven p.m. The women got there first and entered separately.

Britanny’s eyes widened when she saw the Porsche pull into the parking lot. She saw one man get out but was pretty sure she could see a second one still in the car.

The man was not bad looking. He had a good haircut and horn-rimmed glasses. His face was broad. She pegged him at early thirties.

She waited for him to come through the door. Alison was seated on a padded bench near the entrance. This was the best plan, he and she agreed, because he knew what she looked like.

Alison was afraid she would not be able to eat. Her stomach was fluttering and she could barely breathe. She knew that no one was going to come through the door and greet her.

But there was a tiny part of her that hoped against hope that someone would. She could see Britanny sitting at the booth near the window but she could not see out of the window from the angle she was at.

When the door opened and a man walked in all alone, Alison almost fainted. This was way too stressful. He was a pleasant looking man with a serious face and casual clothes.

He was short, sturdy looking and stocky. He was stopping.

“Alison?” he said

She stood up and nodded.

“Oh my God,” he said. “You are real.”

She smiled, still unsure of her voice.

The hostess came over and escorted them to a table on side adjacent to where Britanny was sitting. Britanny was going to move to the other side of the booth so she could keep an eye on Alison and the so-called Clifford.

Then she saw another man get out of the Porsche.  She stayed in her seat and the waiter came up to her to see if she wanted to order.

“Just give me a minute,” she said. “I think my friend is just coming in.” The waiter nodded and moved away.

When the tall skinny man in the well-fitting denims walked into the restaurant, Britanny saw him locate Clifford and then begin to look around for a good seat for himself, she leapt into action. She got up and walked briskly toward him.

“Are you Clifford’s friend?”

He looked startled and did not reply.

“I’m Alison’s friend and I am here for the same reason you are because they are our friends.” She waved toward the booth she had been sitting at. “Why don’t you join me and we can watch them together.”

Harold looked at this round angel of a woman and still did not speak. Instead he followed her to the booth.

Britanny who was well versed in online shopping looked him over as he settled in and turned to talk to the waiter who had come over before they had their behinds on the seats.

Expensive glasses, expensive shirt. Expensive everything. She saw him make eye contact with Clifford so she turned and saw Alison staring at her and the thin man. She waved gaily at Alison.

Alison waved for them to join her and Clifford but the thin man said, “Let’s let them get to know each other a bit.” He looked at the round-faced woman with the cap of blond curls. “While we get to know each other.”

He introduced himself and she introduced herself. They shook hands and the waiter brought him a glass of water and refilled Britanny’s glass.

The evening went very well. Both couples exchanged their stories and the only problem emerged when it was time to leave. Clifford did not want the evening to end. Neither, for that matter, did anyone else want the evening to end.

Alison suggested that they go back to her and Britanny’s place for coffee and liqueur. The men agreed and they followed the women back.

Alison drove and Britanny got out her smart phone and began doing a search on Harold’s name. She asked for Clifford’s last name and was about to search it too when she got the first few hits on Harold.

“Oh my God,” she said.

“What?” Alison felt a shock go through her. What if they were criminals? What if they were wanted men?

“What?” she repeated.

“Harold is almost a billionaire.” She went on to read from the Wikipedia description of Harold’s technological invention.

“He’s basically a supergeek,” Britanny explained. Then she did the same kind of search on Clifford. She gasped.

“What?” Alison could barely focus on her driving.

“He’s even richer.”

They were back at their place and as she parked her car, Alison said, “I’ll bet they’ll be impressed by our place.”

“They could probably guess by the car that we’re not in their league.” The car was five years old.

Alison was afraid she would be nervous when she got out of the car and had to face the man she had enjoyed getting to know over a meal. Suddenly knowing he was rich and famous in his own world made a difference.

She felt ashamed of herself for being this way. Money should not make a difference. But it did. At least this much money did.

The women shared a town house that they rented and it was in a nice neighborhood but it was a nice middle class neighborhood.

As Britanny unlocked the front door, Harold said, “This is making me homesick.”

Alison asked, “Are you from here?”

“No but I grew up on a street that looks a lot like this.”

They had coffee and the sexual tension was thick in the air. Clifford felt awkward. He was as nervous as when he was a teenager.

He didn’t want to leave but he knew that there was no way he could seduce this goddess here and now.

Harold was watching Clifford and he knew exactly what was going on in his head. They had been friends since college and after fifteen years of working with someone and being friends, it was easy to do basic mind-reading.

“Cliff, why don’t we go to the castle for the weekend?”

Clifford felt the wash of relief flood through him.

“Castle?” Britanny asked.

Harold explained, “Cliff found out that his ancestors came from some tiny town in
Scotland and when he first...,” Harold paused. Then he continued, “Succeeded in business he bought the castle that had been the center of the town. You know, where the lord and lady lived while the peasants did all the work”

Clifford laughed, “It’s more like a big old drafty house than a castle but in the old days it would have been impressive.”

Britanny and Alison looked at each other but neither said a word.

“I got a better idea,” Clifford said. His suggestion was, if the women were interested, that they go someplace warm and sunny for the weekend.

Alison said, “Yes.”

Britanny just nodded her head.

Phone numbers and email addresses were exchanged and promises were made that the men would make arrangements to pick them up late on Friday afternoon.

Clifford and Harold left shortly after and drove back to their own homes, talking the entire way about where to take the women. They finally decided on a villa they could rent on a private
Caribbean Island.

The women stayed up for two more hours discussing the vague weekend plans and wondering if these guys were real. A deeper web search showed Harold and Clifford as being real. The photos were definitely of the two men who had just left their apartment.

Over the week prior to the Friday night pickup, emails were exchanged and arrangements were made for a chauffeured limousine to pick up the women at seven Friday evening.

They were told where they were going and provided with a weather report so they would have the clothing they needed to keep comfortable in the hot sun during the day and the cooler evening.

Clifford asked Alison when they had to be back and before she answered she and Britanny had a long talk about what vacation time they could take. They decided they could take a week.

Each of them made arrangements to take a week’s vacation and decided that they would not tell anyone where they were going. Instead they said they were going to New York City for a shopping spree.

“Besides who would believe us,” Alison said.

The limo arrived on the dot at seven p.m. and took them to a private jet where the two men were waiting for them. They had discussed all week whether it would be best to go in the limo and meet them at their place or to wait in the plane.

They decided that waiting in the plane was the best idea. They had champagne chilling and before the plane landed on the private airstrip on the private island, they had finished three bottoms of champagne among them.

Another limousine was waiting and it drove them two miles to the villa.

It was like something out of the movies. Alison and Britanny had to keep themselves from gasping in awe.

It was all glass and mirrors and sparkling. It was like the inside of an ice palace.

As they stood in the front hallway looking around, Clifford came up beside Alison and put his arm around her. “I could not stop thinking about you all this week.”

She turned her head so she could look into his face. They were the same height so it was easy to move so that they were in near-kissing position. Their lips touched.

She could hear his heart thudding. At least she thought it was his heart. It might have been hers.

They moved as if they were gliding on air and the next thing Alison knew they were in a white, very white, bedroom.

They hardly broke their lip connection and she was the one who made the first move toward the bed. She did this because she was feeling weak in the knees and wanted to sit down.

They sat together and their kiss ended. They were close to each other and it seemed natural to move further into the bed and lie down and resume their kiss.

Clifford slid a hand under her top and covered one of her breasts, or at least as much of it as he could with one hand. She helped him remove her top and then her pants. He was still fully clothed as he began to play with her large soft belly.

Alison was shy about her belly rolls but there was no way to shrink away from his exploring hands. She took several long deep breaths and let him explore her body. He buried his face in her belly and her breasts,

His hands explored her entire body from her feet to the top of her head, as if he were reading her body in Braille. He touched all of her except her inner core, her pussy lips and vagina.

He murmured as he kissed her face and her lips, “you are magnificent.”

She explored his body with her eyes. He was compact, somewhat toned but with a soft layer of flesh over his muscles. She thought she should return the touching and when she began to move so that she could caress him too, he said, “Please don’t make me stop. I cannot get enough of your body.”

Alison was about to make a quick and almost witty response about there being enough body to make that task easy but she was mellow and she was responding to the feel of his hands and fingers on her skin.

“I have to have you,” he said as he moved his knees between her thighs.

She got a good glimpse of his cock as he adjusted his position and she was surprised at the length of it. She expected it to be thick because he was a stocky person but she did not think it would be so long.

It had to be a good ten inches. She parted her thighs and shivered with delight as he guided his thick dick to her entrance.

She felt her orgasm begin just at the thought of being penetrated and she felt the wetness that was hers.

Then she felt his cock probing her and she felt her vaginal walls expand as he pushed his full length into her.

“I love how wet you are,” he said, “It makes entering you so perfect.”

Then she felt the spasms that were like hot ice in her blood, rushing from her clit through every molecule of her body, she moaned and she clasped him in her arms and she thrust her hips against him.

She was sure she could feel the ridges of the veins that roped around his turgid cock as he pumped into her. She felt his hot jism splash in spurt after spurt as he dumped his hot semen into her.

When he was emptied, he began to sink into her body letting himself relax. She felt him try to brace himself but she wrapped her arms around him and said, “just let yourself relax against me.”

He did. Within a matter of minutes, Alison felt his prick stirring again. He had wrapped his arms around her bounteous boobs and was hugging them as if they were a bouquet of big flowers.

He was looking straight into her face and he said, “I have never had an experience like this.” And his cock was swelling.

“It’s unusual for me too.”

He began moving his growing cock in and out, in and out. When he came this time, he let out a yelp that sounded painful but Alison was in the throes of an ongoing orgasm and all she did was moan loudly too.

This time when they collapsed together in a heap of flesh, Alison knew that she had never really had sex before in her life.

She had gone through the motions, literally and figuratively, in the past but the only orgasms had been self-induced with the help of her trusty little vibrator. And those paled in comparison with this experience.