The Big Girl Ch. 03

"Most of that would disappear, especially on my arms, legs, and abs."

"What would happen to my pillows?" I asked, pressing my head back into her tits. "Would they get smaller too? Boobs are mostly fat, right?"

"They'd probably shrink a little too."

I nodded, pulling her arms tighter around me.

"Would you still feel as good under me? Could I still sleep on you and feel safe, and loved?" I asked, tilting my head back and looking up at her.

"God I hope so!" She laughed, bending her knees suddenly, then scooping me up and holding me against her.

I put my arms around her neck, laying my head on her shoulder.

"Okay, last question." I said, leaning back so I could look into her eyes. "Is this something that you would want to do? For you?"

"No." She said softly, smiling at me. "I like my body, and I like that you like my body. The way you look at me, the way you make me feel, and the way you feel on me...I don't think I want to give any of that up right now."

"Jesus, you holding him like that should creep me out, but it's sexy as hell." Tracy laughed. "And after watching the way he boned you this morning...what do you say Sarah, we close up early today, and go home for a little threesome action, huh? How's that sound to you guys?"

"You are my goddess, and I will have no other goddesses before thee." I said softly, laying my head back on her shoulder

"Uh...I don't think so, Tracy." Sarah laughed, tilting her head and kissing me softly on the forehead. "I uh...I think I'm gonna keep him for myself, my own little boytoy, if that's okay."

"Yeah, I didn't think you'd go for it." Tracy laughed. "I guess I'm just gonna have to go out and find my own well hung, badass, little pretty boytoy to worship the ground I walk on."

"He doesn't worship the ground I walk on, Tracy." Sarah laughed, putting me down then pressing my face into her breasts. "He worships the body he lays on...and let me tell you, just having him lay on me is wonderful! Everything else he does...well, that's just a bonus!"

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"Did what Dave was talking about really happen?" Sarah asked softly, looking back over her shoulder at me.

"Yeah, but it was a long time ago, and I try not to think about it anymore." I said, slipping my hands under her to cup her boobs.

"Don't do that, not right now." Sarah said, pushing my hands off her breasts.

I sighed, and slid my hands lower, rubbing her tummy.

"Why would you do that? Help her I mean? Then let him beat you up?" She asked, folding her arms in front of her and laying her head on them. "Did you love her?"

We were laying on the floor in the living room, the TV playing in the background, but neither of us were paying attention to it.

"No, I didn't love her, and I was never in love with her." I answered. "I didn't even know her the first time I took her home. And before you ask, I never had sex with her."

"I don't care about that." She giggled. "Someone taught you some good lessons, and I'm glad you paid attention. But I'm curious about why you would do something like that for someone you didn't even know."

"There was a girl in one of the homes I was in, and Belinda reminded me of her." I said softly. "She was the only one I ever thought of as family. We lived together for three years."

I paused, thinking back about what had happened to Marcy.

"They looked alot alike, and...Marcy, the girl I live with, died of a drug overdose when we were sixteen." I went on. "I couldn't help her, so when I saw Belinda, I decided that someone needed to do something for her to try to help her."

I lay quietly for a few minutes, and Sarah just waited for me to go on.

"The first week was pretty bad, she was wasted the night I brought her home, but it was obvious that she was an addict, and it was going to take her a while to dry out." I said, shifting slightly on top of Sarah. "I was living in a shithole little walkup downtown, and I could have gotten her drugs...hell, she could have gone out and gotten them if she wanted. But after the first few days, I could tell that she wanted to get clean. She stopped fighting me, and we started talking."

"What did you talk about?" Sarah asked.

"I...I can't tell you that." I said, my voice catching in her throat. "And I promise, you don't want to hear it."

"Okay." She said, not pressing the issue. "So what happened?"

"I took her home after about ten days. She was looking alot better, and I thought she was gonna be okay. She called a few days later, it was less than a week, and she said that she was in trouble. She asked if I could come and get her, and I said okay. She was at a party out in Cobb county, and when I got there, the street was blocked off by the cops, and I couldn't get near the house."

"Was she okay?" Sarah asked.

"I didn't know at first. I was afraid to go down and see what was going on, then I saw someone running from between houses, and I backed up to see if they knew anything. But it was Belinda. Her clothes were in shreds, and she had blood all over her. And she was stoned out of her mind."

"Oh my god." Sarah breathed, looking back at me.

"I got her in the car and took her home. I had a bag of clothes in the backseat, and I had her take her top off and toss it out the window and put on a t-shirt." I laughed as I remembered the scene. "She didn't like the color, and didn't think it went with her skirt, but I finally got her to put it on. It was a good thing too, we got pulled over a few miles down the road. The cops were looking for a girl, and the top she'd had on matched the description they had. They let us go after a few minutes, but it was obvious that she was in some serious shit."

"She was passed out when we got to my place, and I dragged her up three flights of stairs. Lucky, most of the apartments in the building were empty, so no one saw us. I got her into bed, and spent another week drying her out." I paused, not liking reliving these memories. "I took her home again, and she called me a couple of days later. She was drunk, and wanted to know if she could stay with me. She said that she really wanted to get clean, and that I was the only one willing to help her do that."

"So I went and got her. She was alone in the house, and she had a bag packed. She had another bag full of money, but I didn't find out about that until later."

She was with me more than two weeks that time. The only time I left the house, or her side for that matter, was to go out and get food. She got better faster this time, and by the end of the first week, I had her working out with me, and was teaching her basic karate. She took to it really well, and it gave her something to focus on."

"Early in the second week, she climbed into bed with me one night, and asked me to make love to her. No...that's not what she said. She asked if I wanted to fuck her, to pay me back for what I was doing. I could tell that she was relieved when I said no. It wasn't till a few years later that I figured out that she was testing me. She slept with every night for the rest of the time she was with me. I think those were the best night's sleep she had had in a long time."

"When I took her home the next time, that's when I had my run in with Dave. But even that turned out to be a good thing. Belinda came and visited me every day. She got there at the start of visiting hours, and stayed till they made her leave. After the first week, Dave worked out a deal with the hospital, and they set up a bed in my room for her, and she stayed with me till I was released."

"How long were you in the hospital?" Sarah asked.

"Two months, maybe a little more." I told her. "Dave had really fucked me up. I had multiple skull fractures, a broken arm, six broken ribs, assorted internal injuries, and a detached retina in my right eye. They had me in a drug induced coma for the first few days, until I stabilized."

"Dave came by toward the end of the second week. He apologized, and told me that he was going to cover my medical expenses, then he asked me what I was going to do with my life. I told him I didn't know, and he said that he would cover the cost of a four year degree...everything, tuition, books, housing, food...but I had to maintain a 'B' average, or the deal was off. He wasn't going to pay for me to become a party animal."

"I started at Georgia Tech in the fall, and found out that I had a knack for programming, and I finished the undergrad program in three years. Dave gave me a choice, I could have the fourth years expenses in cash, or he'd pay for me to get a master's. I got the master's degree. It only took a little over a year to complete the program."

"Wow, that was pretty kewl of him." Sarah said, sounding relieved that my story had a happy ending after all. "What about Belinda? Did you stay in touch?"

I was quiet for a long time, and Sarah looked back over her shoulder at me, but didn't say anything.

"She stayed with me when I got out of the hospital, but just before I started at Tech, she moved to Baltimore to live with her mother." I said quietly.

"What happened to her? Does she still live there?"

When I didn't answer, Sarah sighed and I could feel her shivering under me.

"She died, didn't she?" She asked softly, her voice quivering.

"She died of a drug overdose about a year after my run in with Dave." I whispered. "He came by my house, and I could tell that something bad had happened. He started crying before he could get it out, and I held him, crying with him. I know its not funny, but the image of me holding and comforting that big sumbich makes me laugh sometimes."

"He still throws me work sometimes, but we don't have much to do with each other." I said, trying to bring this to an end. "We do dinner once or twice a year, but that's mostly business stuff."

"I...I thought you said that you were a technical writer." Sarah said after a moment.

"I am now." I laughed. "I may have a knack for programming, I'm pretty good if you want the truth. I still write apps, and do some work on the side, but writing and debugging code is boring as shit, and I just got burned out on it. Technical writing is alot more interesting, and a hellava lot more fun."

"So, just what is technical writing?"

"That, my goddess, is a conversation for another time." I said softly, moving my hands back up and cupping her boobs again. "Right now, I'd rather go get in bed, and worship your awesome magnificence."

"Mmmmmm, that sounds like a wonderful idea. But can we just sleep tonight? I...I don't feel like making out after hearing that story."

"Neither do I." I said. "But there are many ways for me to worship you..."

"Mmmmmm, let's go get in bed. I want to see just what you have in mind."

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Well, I hope you liked this chapter, and come back for Chapter Four.