Hunter - Big Girls & Bad Boys (2 page)

“Are you saying I’m fat?” I asked him. I was teasing. I was fat, I guess, though I preferred the euphemisms people came up with like curvy or full-figured. In any case, I carried it well. I thought so anyway. Big breasts, wide hips and shapely legs. My soft features and golden blonde hair that fell about my shoulders didn’t hurt either. I thought I was pretty, anyway. I expected Hunter to balk at the question. I was playing with him but Hunter surprised me.

“So what if I am? I like girls like you. I like a girl with big tits and a round ass,” he said. Hunter knew what I was about and I could hear the smug tone in his voice. He was playing the game too.

“Good,” I told him, unwilling to let him get the last word. This was getting out of hand and I didn’t mind at all. I squeezed his rock hard shaft and then pulled my hand free. I pulled off my blouse and then unfastened my bra. Hunter’s hands were there to catch my breasts as they spilled forth. “You like those?” I asked playfully.

“Fuck yeah,” he said and bent to begin sucking my nipples. I let him play as I reached forward and finished opening his pants. Soon, I had his naked cock in my hands, stroking it softly. For a moment, we each enjoyed the focus of our desire but at nearly the same instant, each of us looked up and found each other’s eyes in the darkness. Without a word, we began undressing frantically.

I slipped out of my leggings and Hunter shed his shirt and then his pants. It was as if we both knew what the other was thinking. Naked, Hunter straddled the bench and I in turn straddled his lap. I reached back and guided his sheathed shaft into my willing and already wet pussy. He was quick. I never noticed he put a condom on, not that fiddling with one would have quenched this fire. I sat back, sliding down Hunter’s considerable length. I sighed as my lush behind settled onto Hunter’s lap.

“I’m really not easy,” I told him. I was half joking but part of me didn’t want him to think poorly of me.

“I don’t think you are. Now shut up and fuck me,” Hunter said, coming out of his shell. I did as he asked, hugging Hunter’s neck as I bounced on his thighs. Damn, that felt good. My pace quickened as Hunter’s hands roamed my body, his fingers digging deep into my abundant flesh. We kissed and Hunter sucked on my earlobe. I reached down and rubbed my hot, swollen nub. Hunter sucked my nipples and kissed my breasts.

We rocked as one, our passion driven to great heights by the sudden and illicit act. I felt the sensations build and I resisted for a moment. I found I couldn’t hold back the insistent pleasure. I buried my face in Hunter’s shoulder as the climax hit me. I shuddered and bucked as the pleasure ravaged me. Hunter spread my ass cheeks wide and used his strength to thrust deeper into me. I gasped and climaxed again.

We both tried to keep quiet. It was dark and we were deep in the Eucalyptus Grove but this was a public spot. I felt a nagging modesty at having sex with a man I barely knew in such an open manner but that just made it even more exciting.

“This is so naughty,” I told Hunter.

“You’re so naughty. I didn’t suggest this place...you did,” he told me and kissed me, his tongue snaking between my lips. I guess I was a naughty girl. I was in college. Experimentation was part of the deal, right? Anonymous sex, pushing the limits, doing things I might not do otherwise. Damn right that was part of the deal.

“Oh fuck!” I exclaimed as another orgasm took control. I bounced frantically. I couldn’t get enough of Hunter’s big cock or his muscular body. A tattoo decorated his left arm but I couldn’t make it out in the near darkness. He was sexy and he knew how to push my buttons.

“Come for me, Mel. Come all over my big cock,” he whispered. That sent me into hysterics once again. I rode Hunter for all I was worth and soon his fingers were digging into my thighs. I knew what that meant and though I could have enjoyed Hunter’s cock all night, I was eager to get him off.

“Yeah, do it,” I urged him. A moment later, Hunter groaned and I felt him pulse and surge within me. His orgasm was held within the condom but I discovered I wished he wouldn’t have put it on. I was on birth control and it would have been even naughtier if we did it bareback.

“Fucking outstanding,” he growled and then began to laugh as his orgasm waned. What a curious thing to say. I joined him, our foreheads pressed together as we stared into one another’s eyes in the dark.

“That was amazing, Hunter,” I told him, suddenly aware we were both naked and could be discovered at any moment. I looked about and we were alone but I let the moment, the place, the conditions of our love making sink in. This was something I’d never forget. I really wasn’t easy and sudden public sex wasn’t the norm for a girl like me.

“You’re pretty special yourself,” he told me. I blushed though he couldn’t see it.

“Thanks,” I said. We lingered for a moment but with the fire between us quenched, the evening air proved chilly and our modesty, mine anyway, was becoming too much to bear. “We should go. Daisy is probably lonely,” I said.

“I suppose,” he told me, a hint of disappointment in his voice. I felt it too. I climbed from Hunter and began the search for my clothes. I’m sure we looked hilarious, bent and looking about for our clothing. We finally found everything and dressed. Hunter was done first and waited patiently as I finished. Once I had, Hunter took me in his arms and kissed me. He didn’t say a word as he broke the kiss and slipped his hand into mine.

We walked back to the Delta house hand in hand. We didn’t speak but the silence wasn’t awkward. Just the opposite. It was comfortable and pleasing. We entered the house and found Daisy. She gave us a knowing look.

“That didn’t take long. Have fun?” she asked.

“As a matter of fact, we had a nice walk,” I told my roommate.

“Oh, sure. A walk,” she replied and winked at me. I laughed. Back at the party, things felt suddenly strange and uncomfortable. Someone was a third wheel and I couldn’t decide if it was Daisy or Hunter. But he rescued all of us from having to decide.

“Hey, I’m going to go find my friend,” he said. I frowned but Hunter wasn’t finished. “Can I see you again?” he asked. I perked up, uncharacteristically. I usually wasn’t so eager over a guy I’d just met.

“I’d like that,” I said, trying to act cool. I expected Hunter to ask for my number and then never call. He did ask but pulled out his phone and typed it in as I gave my number to him. Then my phone chimed. I pulled it out and saw a text from Hunter.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he said.

“Okay,” I replied. Hunter looked at me and then Daisy. I could see he was considering something. Hunter regarded me again, slipped an arm around my waist and kissed me. Daisy just stared as he broke the kiss.

“Nice to meet you, Daisy,” he said and walked away. I turned to watch him go and as he disappeared into another room, I sighed. Then I turned and found Daisy with a knowing smile on her face.

“Someone’s smitten,” she said.

“Oh, shut up,” I told her and giggled. She joined me.

“This party sucks. Let’s go home,” she suggested.

“Agreed, this party sucks.” I told her. Daisy rolled her eyes.

“You’re going to tell me all about it, right?” she asked as we turned to leave.

“Of course, you’re my roommate,” I replied. We left the Delta house and walked back to our dorm. I looked back at the house, remembering Hunter and what we’d done. I really hoped I could see him again. I wanted it so much my chest hurt. What the hell was wrong with me? I barely knew him. I liked him though. I liked him a lot. I think he liked me too. It was superficial but it felt nice. I just hoped Hunter was the guy I thought he was.

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“Dinner? Sure,” I replied to Hunter trying not to sound too excited he had actually called.

“Cool, say around seven. I know a good Japanese place. I learned to love Japanese food when I was over there,” he said.

“Yeah, that sounds great,” I replied. Daisy was listening in as we talked. It might have been crass to put Hunter on speaker but Daisy wanted to hear. She sat back and mouthed something at me.

“Japan! He lived in Japan,” she said with only her lips. I nodded. I didn’t even think to ask why he was there. I imagined he travelled there, maybe backpacked around the country. I made a mental note to ask him about it.

“My friend said I could borrow his car after I told him I had a date. Text me your address and I’ll see you at seven,” he said.

“Will do. See you at seven,” I said and we hung up.

“Oh snap! You’ve got a boyfriend,” Daisy announced. I shook my head.

“It’s just a date,” I told her. She rolled her eyes.

“Mm hmm, sure,” she replied sarcastically. I dated a guy when I was a sophomore but since that fell apart, I decided to be single and enjoy it. I didn’t need a man. I was a modern woman and my own person. I was young and eager to explore. I wasn’t opposed to having a boyfriend but I wasn’t really looking for one either. But the idea sounded nice when I imagined the boyfriend I wasn’t looking for might be Hunter.

“You’re going to help me get ready, right?” I asked.

“Duh! I think you should wear that black dress,” Daisy told me referring to the short, tight dress I bought for a night out I had yet to enjoy.

“It’s tight,” I replied.

“No shit. That’s the point. You said he liked your curves,” Daisy said. I felt like I was fourteen. I thought I was over my body issues. I didn’t need to look like a fashion model to be beautiful and sexy, right? Right!

“You’re right, I’ll wear the black dress and those black pumps too,” I told her. Daisy smiled.

“There you go. We are women, hear us roar,” she said. I laughed.

“Fuck yeah!” I replied and hugged my roommate.

Longest. Day. Ever! Seriously. I went on dates. I wasn’t a shut in. This date, however, made me feel like a teenager. I don’t know why. I liked Hunter. He was a cool guy, easy going, he had a sense of humor and the sex was out of this world. I couldn’t get him off my mind. When I was finally ready, with Daisy’s help, I found I was nervous, wondering if he’d like the dress or whether he was having second thoughts.

Shut the fuck up, Melinda! I admonished myself as I admired myself in the mirror. The pantyhose...I hadn’t worn pantyhose in over a year but they looked good with the dress...smoothed my shape nicely. The dress hugged my curves and showed off my wide hips and my deep cleavage. I looked good, right? But would Hunter agree? Why did I care? If he didn’t, screw him, right? Right! But I wanted him to think I looked hot. I was turning into one of those sorority bimbos.

“What are you doing?” Daisy asked as I admired my form in the mirror on my closet doors.

“Nothing?” I replied and pretended I wasn’t having a nervous breakdown. Daisy laughed.

“You’re into him, big time, huh?” she asked. I debated whether or not to answer that truthfully but finally decided I should.

“Yeah. I don’t know what it is but I really like Hunter,” I admitted.

“Can’t blame you. He’s a GILF,” Daisy said. I narrowed my eyes and tried to reason that out. “Guy I’d like to fuck,” she told me.

“Oh, okay. I was thinking grandma,” I told her. Daisy rolled her eyes.

“Sicko,” she said but a moment later, my phone chimed. I grabbed it and saw it was Hunter. He’d be out front in two-minutes.

“Two minute warning,” I told Daisy. “Do I look okay?” I asked her, just giving into my high school crush excitement and nervousness.

“You look sexy as hell. I’d fuck you,” Daisy said and hopped off her bed. She grabbed me from behind as I was assembling my things and stuffing them into my handbag. She began thrusting as she held my hips. “Oh yeah, baby. Your pussy feels so...,” she cried out but started laughing before she was finished. I turned and faced her.

“You’re crazy, you know that? So, I look okay, right?” I asked her again. She rolled her eyes.