I haven't been single for long. Is six months too soon to cave into my cravings? I was still sad of course but I craved the touch of a man. His rough hands on my soft skin as he took what he wanted. I would lay in submission under him lost in sensation. Unable to focus on any heartbreak and instead let the tingle throughout my body take over. I began to get lost in my daydream when my phone vibrated. My friend Rosanne had texted me an invite to a singles mixer in a downtown bar. Was it too soon? What would people think? Wait it doesn't matter what they think. I am single! I could have a fun little rebound if I wanted. I ran to my closet and chose this black off the shoulder summer dress. It hugged my chubby waist and pushed my breasts up nicely.
The flare showed off my round big ass. I was a curvy girl with shape. This would be perfect to see who I could catch in my net. I ran off to get ready. When I was finally ready I started feeling nervous but Rosanne reassured me that if it felt weird we could always go to another bar. Normal girls night. I took an Uber and when I arrived I signed into the event. I quickly sat at the bar wondering how long until Rosanne showed up. I inhaled my first martini to kick off my liquid courage. No one had come up to me yet when my second martini arrived. My phone vibrated. "Sorry girly.Family emergency. But have fun! Mingle. You're a baddie! Next time drinks on me!" Great.... I needed to get out of here. I wasn't prepared to do this alone. I gulped down the rest of my martini so I could get out of here. Suddenly this dorky skinny guy sat next to me.
"Thirsty?" He asked. I couldn't help but cringe at his high pitched voice. Nothing of this guy called to me. He was so thin and frail looking. He looked like I could break him in half. He had a goatee and these thick black trimmed glasses on his face. But again be nice... this is your first time out. You're probably being harsh because you're so used to your ex. He was a big stocky bearded guy.
"Just chugging it for the road." I sighed.
"Leaving already? I just barely got the courage to come talk to you."
I let out a sarcastic laugh.
"How many times have you used that line?"
"Does it look like I have the kind of game to be throwing lines around? I'm awkward as fuck." He lets out this cartoony laugh that makes me cringe.
"Cmon. I'll buy you a drink. It's my first time at a mixer and you look beautiful and kind so please what will you have? Just have a free drink and then you can ditch me. I'm just trying my best here after a break up earlier this year."
This guy isn't my type at all but I felt empathy for us both putting ourselves out there tonight. We were both victims of broken hearts.
"Vodka Martini."
He smiled and ordered us both a drink. As much as he was cringey he was kind of funny. He was a writer working for a comedy sitcom. He was 10 years older than me and had plenty of life experience he was willing to share. He shared how he did art on the side and had even showed me some pieces he had painted. He lived in a special community which was for artists only. Before I knew it we had gone to two other bars and we were very tipsy.
We had just walked out of this bar when he turned to me, "Look I want to show you some of my art pieces. My place is nearby. If you don't feel like that I totally understand I can call you an Uber."
I did have a fun night. He didn't seem like a serial killer. BUT he wasn't my type.... Did he really want to show me art or was that a code word for hooking up? It had been so long since I had dated I was unsure what to say. Well we are grown adults I can always leave if he tries something...I'll just be smart with my response so he knows not to do anything.
"Yeah I want to see your art. I have a busy day tomorrow so if anything I'll get an Uber right after." I'm so smart.
We took a short Uber ride chatting about the delicious drinks we had tried. Finally we pulled up to this big apartment complex. He wasn't kidding there was a lot of art and sculptures in people's windows. Definitely a home for artists.
His apartment was very plain except for all the books and scripts lying around. I picked some up at random as he went turning on the lights. He motioned at me to come into a room and inside was his painting studio. So many colors on different canvases around the room. I could feel him looking at me for a reaction.
"They're very beautiful." I felt a shift in the room. The way he stared at me was different from the goofy guy at the bar.
"One more thing. Come!"
He grabbed my hand and didn't let go as he pulled me into an empty room with just a couch.
"I also make mini films out of scripts I write just for me. Watch one please? I need an opinion." He pulled out a projector and started setting up as I made myself comfy on the couch.
A film started playing when he sat close next to me. I was starring straight ahead afraid to look at him. I could feel him starring at me. The air in the room felt heavy.
"So you make these yourself or do you get help?" I nervously whispered to him.
"There's something in your hair." He reached out and picked at something right above my ear. I had turned to look at him. He fixed my hair and tucked it behind my ear. Our eyes connected and before I could comprehend what this meant... he leaned in to kiss me.
He was not shy with his kiss. He pressed firmly against my lips and used his hands to pull me closer to him. He began to make out with me passionately. I could hear his breathing getting deeper. Our hot breaths mingling as we pressed our lips harder and harder together. It felt like it wasn't enough. I wanted him even closer.
I felt his hands start to move up and down testing the limits of what they could touch.
One hand kept coming rubbing right under my breast. Finally he cupped my breast causing a slight moan to escape. That moan must of turned it up a notch because he used his other hand to squeeze firmly on my ass and press our pelvis together. I felt how hard he was and my body naturally maneuvered my hips so I would rub my pussy against it. We both moaned into each other's mouths and he pushed me down to lie on the couch.
He began to dry hump me as he started kissing down my neck. For a little guy he felt big. My hips kept arching to meet him. The heat between my legs radiated down my legs. I needed him to quench this fire under my skin. I needed him. My pussy was hungry with desire. So many months of nothing I needed his member so badly. Lost in the sensation of him rubbing against me I didn't realize he had pushed my dress down and my boobs were out until he bit on my nipple. I groaned in pain but it felt good too. It sent shocks to my pussy. He soothed the pain by sucking on my nipples turning them into hard little marbles.
"You need to submit to me. This is now mine. All mine. Just wait until I have you beg to fuck you hard."
