On the Plus Side

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I pushed some thick sweet smelling hair out of my way and began kissing the back of her neck.  I felt her turn in my arms and soon her lips were pressed against mine and I was grabbing a handful of ass and pulling her closer.
I kissed her deep and hard and her little sighs drove me harder. I slipped my hand inside of her shirt and felt her tense against me. She didn’t say anything so I just kept going. With my eyes still closed, I pushed her onto her back and fit myself between her legs. I didn’t need to see…I know my way around a female body. I pressed up into her thigh and it felt so amazing I thought I might unload right there, but I must have hit her stitches because she let out an ungodly scream that knocked me out of my sleepy, horny daze.
I jumped up and shook my head trying to get myself together. She pulled back the covers and started checking under her wrappings to make sure I didn’t accidently bust her stitches open.
“I’m sorry,” I said roughly, as I ran my hands through my hair pulling on the ends.
“It’s okay.”
Her hair was all ratted up and her eyes were heavy with sleep. Her lips were moist and red from my hard kisses as she nervously nibbled on her bottom lip. The strap to her tank top was pushed to the side revealing a little peek of side boob. She looked so tempting. All I could think about was climbing on top of her and burying myself into her hard and deep.
I shifted my hips and adjusted myself to relieve some pressure from my jeans against my hard cock. This shit wasn’t getting any easier. It was getting harder…literally. Like any harder and I’d be popping a button on my loose fitting jeans.
It pissed me off just thinking about it. This was complete and total bullshit. This is not me and I’ll be damned if some chunky virgin was going to turn me into some little bitch over sex. I wasn’t about to let that happen. I would play this off, get my money, and get the hell out.
“What is it about you?” I heard myself ask.
“What do you mean?” she asked nervously.
“I can’t seem to keep my hands to myself around you,” I laughed sarcastically to myself, as I ran my hands through my hair again. “Which is why I tried to stay away from you, but there’s just something about you. I’m sorry. From now on I promise I won’t touch you anymore.”
I couldn’t even bring myself to look at her as I spoke. I was embarrassed that I was even feeling this way. I was pissed off that I even had to apologize for myself. I’m a man and I liked to fuck... end of subject. I shouldn’t have to say sorry for that. It’s who I am.
I’ve always prided myself on the fact that I never lost control with any woman and yet here I was always losing my self-control with this girl. This chunky girl who I kept telling myself I wasn’t physically attracted to. It was cruel joke from God.
When she finally spoke, I had to force myself to leave.
“I like it when you touch me,” she whispered.
She was brazenly looking at me and I watched a pink blush covered her skin. It took a lot for her to say those words.
“I gotta go. I’ll call you later.”
Then I did what I was best at… I left a girl in bed begging me with her eyes to stay. I didn’t even wait for a reply. I had to get out of that room before I jumped into that bed and screwed her brains out.
I passed Shannon on the way to the front door and I thought for a minute that her eyes were going to pop out of her head. I closed the front door behind me, but not before catching the smirk that Shannon threw my way.
Eleven
Party Time
And so fatty fell. In front of the God of lust, too, which made it ten times better. I was never one to do anything half-assed. I couldn’t have just fallen. Oh no, not me. I had to fall and rip my calf open and I had to do it in front of Devin. Not Shannon, not alone so that I had to drag my fat ass across the floor of Franklin’s army style to the phone. Oh no…Devin had to be there. .              After days of waiting for him to call me he popped up at the store only to watch me make a complete fool out of myself. I couldn’t just stop at busting my ass right in front of him. I then proceeded to sit the rest of the day in the emergency room.  He stayed with me the entire time, probably because he felt like he had to or it was the right thing to do.
Then, like the stupid bitch that I am, I accepted the pain medicine that the doctor gave me because… DUH…I was hurting so damn bad. That was another one of my big, bright ideas! There’s no telling what I said or did while I was drugged up.
Then I slapped a bit fat cherry on top when I pretty much begged to him to stay the night with me. Begged…like a dog…big puppy dog eyes and all. I was still under a small influence of pain medication by that point, but that’s no excuse.