On the Plus Side

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Did I really want to go inside her apartment? What was she offering anyway? And if she was offering herself, would I be able to say no? Did she realize that by asking me into her place she was practically saying she wanted to do it? Probably not, she was way too innocent for that.
“Sure,” I blurted out.
I stepped into the apartment and was surrounded by a homey down-to-Earth place. I’m not sure what I expected to find—maybe an oversized palace with crystal chandeliers? Instead, there were big comfy couches and pictures on the walls. It screamed ‘home sweet home’ and I found myself relieved that she didn’t live in one of those ritzy apartments that were so perfect you were scared to sit on the couch and fuck up the throw pillows.
“Make yourself at home. I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick. The remote’s on the coffee table, turn on whatever you want. I’ll be right back.”
I sat on the big fluffy couch and relaxed for a few while flipping through the hundreds of channels. Damn, what I’d give for the expensive cable.
Finally, I made it to the Discovery channel and a really cool heart surgery caught my eye. The narrator was walking me through the entire process as the chest was opened and the heart was exposed. I watched half disgusted and half amazed.
It wasn’t long before she came back dressed in a cute pair of pink and black flannel pants and a black razor back tank. It covered her completely and really there wasn’t anything sexy about the outfit, but those pink bra straps were really visible. For some reason I didn’t fully understand, I was turned on.
I shifted on the couch and used a pillow to cover my crotch…just in case.
I’d never in my life found a big girl attractive, but Lilly was a different kind of big girl. She was thick in the right places and had the most beautiful long hair. The desire to run my fingers through it followed me around all night. At one point during putt putt, she pulled her hair up into a messy bun so she could see to play and I wanted to beg her to let it down again.
Her hair was swept up right now and I wanted to ask her to please take her little hair ribbon out. The thought of that long hair lying on her shoulders and those pink bra straps peeking out was doing it for me.
“Find anything good on?” she asked as she sat beside me on the couch and propped her fuzzy slipper covered feet on the coffee table.
Since when were fuzzy slippers fucking hot? Damn, I need to get laid in the very near future.
A horrified expression crossed her face when she realized what I was watching on TV. Apparently, she only liked fake blood and guts.
“Oh my God…what are you watching? Eww turn it, turn it now!” she covered her eyes.
I jokingly pulled at her hands and laughed.
“Oh come on, Lilly! I thought you liked blood and guts?” I continued to playfully pull at her hands.
She fell back onto the couch to get away from me and I followed her as she plucked the remote from my hands. I tickled her to get it back. Once I got it I leaned back and held it out of her reach. She unknowingly squashed her tits against me as she attempted to get it back. I enjoyed it almost as much as I enjoyed picking at her. I was laughing like I was twelve years old again, back when my life was simple. Real heartfelt laughter, like before, and it felt good.
During all the playing and tickling, I’d managed to pin her down on the couch. I held her arms above her head by her wrists and once she realized that she was good and captured she stilled beneath me. Her breathing was hard and deep as she smiled innocently up at me. She felt amazing—all soft and welcoming…sweet.  I wasn’t sure if it was the playful fighting or the fact that I was lying on top of her, but my breath quickened.
We were so close I could feel her heart beating against my chest. I moved in and rested my forehead against hers while I breathed her in. Vanilla and cherries—the mouth-watering scent matched her sweetness.  I bet she tasted just as sweet as she smelled. This close, her skin looked even softer than I originally thought, and I felt the sudden need to touch her. I released one of her wrists and stroked her dimpled cheek with my thumb.
I’d thought before that kissing her wouldn’t be an issue. I was never more wrong. I wanted to…badly. This realization sent me into a mini panic attack, but instead of giving in and freaking out I focused on my thumb against her amazing skin and calmed myself. My reaction to her was scaring the shit out of me and it didn’t make any sense. I wasn’t technically attracted to her, but I was.  I was attracted to her, not her tits or her ass, even though they were truly luscious, but her. This had never happened to me before, and I wasn’t sure I liked it. Actually, I fucking hated it.