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Old 08-02-2014, 04:49 PM   #26
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This story is astounding, possibly your best yet. I can totally relate to Jayne's feelings!
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Chapter 5
The new saying was ‘winter is coming’.

Winter is ALWAYS coming in Canada – or else it is already here, Jayne thought as she huddled deeper into her long coat. The light changed, and she walked across the street quickly, fingers shoved deep into her pockets. Though it was only late autumn, the sun was weak – more of a source of light than heat. Last week they had been dumped on, and everything was going typically ‘Toronto Grey’. The sky was grey. The buildings were grey. The streets were grey. The snow was grey. It was too soon in winter for the people to be grey yet, but after Christmas everyone would begin to look dull and pale.

She felt dumb and pale already. Although Jayne considered herself relatively intelligent and thoughtful, she did not necessarily consider an introspective person. Working with Dr. Fitatti had reinforced that. She realized she didn’t really think about the why she did things, and the why behind that, or the social and physical factors that pushed and pulled at it. Since she had begun her sessions, she had been forced over and over to challenge things she had just taken for granted. And not in the typical ‘and how does that make you feel?’ way.

Stopping at a shop window, she stared inside it, lost in thought. She had never been in a sex shop before, she realized. Not once – not even for a bachelorette party. Actually, come to think of it, she couldn’t really remember having any real girlfriends. Other than LouLou, of course.

It was hard to believe that half a year ago she had been crying on the beach, just wanting to forget about her lusting after fat guys. Now, she had someone telling her that it was normal, healthy, and she should not only accept it…but go with it. She felt like she was on the constant verge of a headache, trying to come to grips with this. Yet…she wasn’t despondent like she had been in the past. Winter was always a cruel time of year, when the fatties covered up even more, and it was hard to tell what was insulation, and what was insulation.

He had told her that she was the fuzzy cuffs version within her preference. She wasn’t even sure that she understood what that meant. She knew the ball gag comment was a sex toy thing, but she didn’t really know what that had to do with her. Jayne smiled at her reflection. She had never heard Lou so ecstatic as when Jayne had told her she wanted Lou to take her to a sex shop. It never really occurred to Jayne before, but after reflection she did have to concede that she had never really pushed her comfort level with anything. And sex in general was kind of a big, blobby area of uncomfortableness.

Did she lack confidence? That comment had haunted her strangely. If he had called her a name, or insulted her beliefs, she could have come up with a rounding retort, she was sure. But, to just tell her she didn’t have confidence or pride? She just sat there and took it, like she didn’t have a jot.

Afterwards she had railed bitterly in her own mind, replaying his words and fighting them viciously in her mental re-enactment. Of course, she emerged victorious. Once she had worked herself into a lather and given herself a headache as the adrenaline had left her system, she had reasoned out every rational argument against his statement. Of course, he had agreed with her, retracting his statement.

Prove him wrong, Jayne had willed herself as she looked into the mirror. Tell Lou about it. She never enjoyed looking into the mirror. She always looked tired, or angry, or sad…even when she wasn’t feeling that way. As if her face didn’t match her emotions. And her body…she frowned. She always kind of pictured herself as more attractive than she was, in her own mind. Then, whenever she saw herself side by side with someone beautiful, she realized how plain she was.

Yet…something inside Jayne told her that what Tom had said wasn’t true. She was good at her job. She was a good friendster to Lou. She took a lot of pride in her cooking. She could argue and push back - when it really counted. She wasn’t a saint, but she had steered cleared of the hard drugs and was always responsible with drinking – no one had ever managed to lead her astray when she was younger.

Lou had arrived and pulled her inside, cheeks aglow with red spots between her fuzzy pink skull earmuffs. She looked gorgeous – windblown, blooming and relentlessly cheerful. Her pretty, tanned face contrasted sharply with Jayne’s own plain, pale one in the mirror on the opposite wall. No matter how many times she had thought she was jealous, Lou proved her wrong. It was hard to be jealous of someone who genuinely thought you were beautiful, awesome, and perfect in every way. Even if they were wrong

“Loulou!” they exchanged a brief embrace, and slung their coats over their arms as they unwound their scarves, took off their gloves, and removed their head gear.

“Hi gorgeous! I am so super excited!” Lou exclaimed, stomping snow off her boots energetically. “I can’t believe you wanted to come here! It’s so unlike you, and so awesome!”

“Is it really that out of character?” Jayne inquired softly, stuffing her gloves into the pockets of her jacket.

“Toats! Like, sex and stuff has always been off limits with you. Now you want to come out and look with me? I’m so excited!” She repeated, rubbing her hands together. “Where should we start first?”

Stifling a grin, Jayne shrugged in calculated nonchalance. “The fuzzy cuffs section?” Maybe she was a coward. Why did she need Lou here to help her?

Lou laughed heartily. “Yeah! Let’s start off with the most vanilla stuff, and work our way up!” Grabbing her hands, Lou sashayed forward playfully. “Now, here are the baby toys,” she giggled, pointing to a section of the wall that had body glitter, flavoured condoms, and fuzzy handcuffs.

Jayne watched her face and body as she nattered on. Lou was confident, and full of pride. She gazed at everyone directly, and immediately turned her body to invite them in. Jayne had never really appreciated how touchy Lou was until just now. Every few moments she was patting, touching, leaning, engaging. Lou fidgeted, but it was an attention drawing move such as threading her pony tail through her hands, or blowing her bangs out of her face with a loud puff.

“La!” Lou grinned. “The next step on the road to deep, dark, dirty, delightful sex!” She flourished a hand dramatically. “Edible underwear, and body chocolate! Actually,” she leaned in with a stage whisper. “I don’t suggest the chocolate, especially with a hairy dude. And the underwear? Well…it’s kind of like fruit rollup…it, uh, sticks. Just, make sure you wax down there first. Don’t shave, for heavens sake! Oh, the itching!”

“You ate the chocolate?” Jayne asked, a little startled. It had never really occurred to her that the guy would wear it. She had always kind of figured it went on the girl.

“What? I like chocolate!” Was the unrepentant response. “Come to think of it, it gets sticky too. Try it once, that’s usually enough! Then we move on to our…GASP! VIBRATORS!” She announced it so loudly that a few patrons nearby smiled.

Waiting for the floor to swallow her up, Jayne noticed a younger guy approach the wall and remove a dildo about as long as her forearm, and thicker, along with the largest container of lube on the wall. He noticed her looking and smirked, but Jayne withdrew her eyes, feeling her face heat.

“Don’t need to tell you about these,” Lou said matter of factly, staring at the vibrators. Then, seeing Jayne’s face, her pale brows arched. “Really? Never? Really?”

Wow this was awkward. “Uh,”

“Can I help you ladies?” A cheerful voice asked at their elbow.

Nope. THIS was awkward. “Uh,”

Lou turned to face the young woman with a grin. “Yeah! My chicka here has never had a vibe!”

“Uh, I don’t…”

“Oh, nice!” The girl said, obviously thrilled to be able to help. “I can definitely help with that today!” She seemed perfectly at ease, and not at all embarrassed to be talking about this to strangers. Which, considering it was her job, was probably a good thing… “Do you find you achieve orgasms more from your clit or your g spot?”

Jayne stared at them both, flummoxed. They both seemed so…matter of fact. Finally, she swallowed. “I usually…use my finger,” she managed eventually. She chewed her lip, before she realized she was doing it and forced herself to stop. Great. Just Great, now she was going to be super self-conscious about every little gesture and tone she made!

“More like this, or like this?” The girl, whose nametag said Becky, asked, holding her hand at the level of her pelvis, finger at a straight downward angle. Then she curled her finger inward, with her wrist following the motion. The sales woman looked at her expectantly, smiling at another customer who walked in the door without moving from her position.

“More…more like the first?” Jayne hazarded, trying to appear nonchalant. He hands felt funny. Almost like they weren’t really attached to her body, and she felt her peripheral vision darkening a little as her anxiety mounted.

“Ok, no probs! I don’t know how much you are looking to spend – BUT I have to tell you that my all time favourite is this baby.” Becky opened a glass case and pulled out a white box.

Lou ushered her closer, looking excited. “Oh, I love shopping here! It like shopping for new shoes!”

“This is the Lelo.” Becky took the vibrator out. It was a streamlined, pink, and vaguely penis shaped with a handle on the end. “Now, one thing I like about this is the amount of customization you can get with your orgasms. You can hold this for a really deep clitoral orgasm, or you can insert it for a gspot one.

The nice thing about this little beauty is that you can not only control the amount of vibration – ” she turned it on from a dull buzz up to a rapid sound – “But you can also control the speed. It has a whole bunch of settings to actually change up the tempo.” She demonstrated, varying the steady buzz to a rapid burst of shorter, to a slowly increasing buzz with sudden stops. Here, feel it.” She pressed it into Jayne’s hand.

Jayne’s fingers wrapped over the slick, odd material, feeling it pulse strongly against her palm. She glanced around, caught herself, grimaced, realized she did that too, and schooled her face into a sort of smile. That’s right, look normal. This was awkkkkwaaarrrddddd…..

“I love this one because it is water tight – you can just rinse and go without having to dissemble it,” Lou confided. “I mean, who has the time when you are in a hurry, right?”

Jayne stared at her, then at the sales woman. She didn’t see any good way out of this situation. If she said no, she’d be a prude. If she confessed her ignorance…well, that wasn’t an option. “I’ll, uh, take it?” she half asked. Just please, stop talking about this.

Wait, was that shyness or being ashamed? It wasn’t confidence or pride. That was ridiculous – you could be neither proud or ashamed, it wasn’t as extreme as he said it was!

“Great choice!” Lou squealed, hugging her. “I’m like, totally taking your sex shop virginity! And girl,” she said, deepening her voice in mock sexiness. “I’m going to give it to you good today!”

No, that was being ashamed, Jayne determined finally. Look at how openly they can talk about masturbating. Wow, it was galling that Dr. Fitatti was right. Spurred, she smiled at her friend, lifting her chin stubbornly. “Great. What’s next?”

Lou led her back and forward through the shop. Whips, ball gags, suspending chairs, ties, full masks…Jayne felt like she was drinking from the fire hose, but she was startling to get an inkling of what Tom had meant by calling her fluffy cuffs.

“I guess that guy who picked up that huge dildo and lube is about to make his girlfriend very happy,” Jayne told her two companions once they had gone to the checkout, about half an hour later. They both started laughing so hard they almost had to hold each other up. “What?”

Stifling her whooping, coughing, Lou wiped her eyes. “Oh, NayNay, I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time. That wasn’t for a girl. That was for himself or his boyfriend. Get it?”

Jayne stared at them both as her brain clicked over, then buried her face in her hands as they broke out into peals of laughter again. “Oh god,” she cried, muffled. “I’m such a loser!”

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Later that evening Jayne poured herself a rum and coke, holding the vibrator in her hand. It was just kind of fun to touch – it had a funny texture that was fun to touch. Very…space age.

Today had been…fun. Really fun, actually. Her face still kind of hurt from all the blushing and smiling she had done. The whole thing kind of made her feel adventurous. Was she really that serious all the time?

Her iPad rested on the arm of the couch, where she had placed it after pulling up her favourite Dimensions stories and reading them, as well as reading the ones which (however well written) weren’t exactly up her alley. She drummed her fingers against the vibrator and sat back down with her feet on the couch, towards the screen.

It was clear now why people used these things. It was a lot easier on her hand, that was for sure. She grinned. Plus it was easier to scroll through her fat ‘word porn’ while it had buzzed away contentedly between her legs, the iphone cradled on her chest.

She realized she was pretty ‘fluffy cuffs’. 230 was a nice low end ideal weight, but her max was probably around 350, she figured. Although it all depended on build, height, yadda yadda. She wasn’t really into immobility… that big didn’t seem sexy anymore. The thought of having to wait on someone hand and foot as well as do all the household tasks, work and carry a mortgage took away any sexiness. Though she could see the appeal for others. She was just way too much of a stickler for equal things in every part of the relationship. The idea of having to do everything by herself actually kind of made her feel…resentful? It was fun to imagine, but that was it.

She enjoyed cooking – and although she had never actually fed someone she was pretty damn sure that it would be up her alley. But…the idea of the sheer extremity of the stuffings online was kinda…well…hot in print, but she was leery about it when she thought about doing it ‘IRL’.

So basically, she was pretty ‘middle middle’. Average, really. It was kind of a world shift for her. Never before would she had imagined ‘Jayne’ and ‘average’ in the same sentence when it came to sex. The whole health issue - real, imagined, or both – still made her fret, and she still couldn’t tell Lou….but…

Overall, the sex shop had been…liberating. Liberating to realize she wasn’t an extremist…not in the grand scheme of things, and not even in her own preference! Some of the stuff at the sex shop had made her raise her eyebrows. Not that she was one to have the right to be judgey…but still. Kind of put it in perspective.

Screw it. She opened up her email and sent off a message for her next booking. She hadn’t told Lou…but she needed to talk to someone.

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Old 08-02-2014, 11:46 PM   #28
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Another great chapter! I'm looking forward to reading more.
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Old 08-03-2014, 09:00 AM   #29
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I can't get enough of this story, and I *really* appreciate that you update it as frequently as you do!

I hope Lou is based on a real person, she is delightful!

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Toronto resident here -- I think I've probably been *in* that shop!
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Wow.....very thought and feeling provoking last couple of chapters. Really nice handling of the topics. I love how smoothly this flows.
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Ha! Probably, there are only so many shops in TO with...selection...?

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Chapter 6

Jayne ran the end of her pony tail across her lips, staring into her fire. “Of course, I would love to have you over for Thanksgiving. Christmas too! Absolutely!” She switched the phone to her other ear. “I know, I know…I am sorry…things just got so busy with life, you know?”

She pushed a coaster on the table with her toe. “Mm. Got a promotion…yeah, thanks! Manager of Operations. It’s been kind of stressful. What?”

“I said,” her adopted mom repeated, “What is wrong?”

Jayne closed her eyes, strangled the phone in her hands, and then calmly said, “Nothing, Mama, why do you ask?”

The soft voice on the other end chuckled. “Jayne…do you think I just met you yesterday?”

“Oui?” Jayne muttered.

“None of your sass, missy.” Wendy told her in mock sternness. “If you don’t want to talk about it I won’t press you – but remember we are here for you, ok? I know you don’t drive, but we can be down to you within an hour or two if you ever just want us to come by and visit. We miss you girls…”

“Mamaaaaaa….” Jayne wailed quietly. “Don’t make me feel guiltyyyyy…..”

“Left us, allll alone with just each other. It’s a surprise we are still together.” The receiver was pulled away from her mouth. “I said it’s a surprise we are still together!”

Jayne heard her adopted father move closer to the phone and say loudly. “I miss you! You girls left me alone with her!”

“Stop it, Paul!” Wendy cried, giggling. “I am trying to talk to our daughter!”

That was one thing she loved about her adopted Mama and Papa….they had never once, in all the years, made her feel even the tiniest bit less of their own daughter, but still somehow allowing her the space to love and grieve her mother and father.

“Hello?” Her Papa’s voice said in her ear.

“Paul, get off the other phone!” her Mama scolded.

He chuckled. “I want to talk to Jaynie too!”

An exasperated sound. “Paul Joseph Emmans, if you don’t get off that phone…!”

“Your mother has failed to realize that she is on a corded phone,” he told his daughter in a conspiratorial voice. “She could come stop me but she would have to put down her phone first.”

“Oooh!” was the irritated response. “One of these days…!”

“You will voluntarily put down the phone?”

Jayne felt a smile spread over her face, and happy tears rise to her eyes at their gentle bickering. “I miss you Mama, I miss you Papa.”

“We miss you too, Jaynie-Boo!” his deep voice said softly. “Are we coming for Thanksgiving?”

“Yes, we are! I was just trying to ask her why she is sad!”

“We already know why she is sad!” He told his wife. “I am rolling my eyes at her,” he told his daughter.

“No we don’t!”

“Yes we do, she just said she misses us! Why are you going to ask her a question if you don’t listen? Honestly, woman!”

“When I get off this phone….!”

Jayne bit her lip to keep from laughing. “What do you guys think? Turkey, ham, or roast?”

“Turkey is traditional,” Wendy offered.

“It’s also dry. I know I would personally be much more ‘thankful’ for a nice tender roast, dripping juicy blood…” He sighed longingly. “I miss your cooking, little boo. Your mother overcooks my food.”

Interrupting was essential. “Ok, well I actually have to go soon…but you promise you guys will come out and see my new place? It will be nice, I’ll cook both, ok?” Jayne asked desperately, knowing this could go on for hours.

“I have to go too, I have to get a head start on your mother when she comes to beat me. Love you!” The phone clicked and he was gone

“Grrr…I love you too dear, take care, and I will call next week,” she raised her voice, “when your FATHER ISN’T HOME!” More gently, “Bye!”

“Bye…” Hanging up, Jayne threw her head back and stared at the ceiling. The past week had been so…tiring. She wanted to get out of the house but didn’t have the energy. Now that it was getting dark so early, her nervousness at walking out alone late at night had started to creep back.

She closed her eyes, just letting exhaustion tug at her. Maybe she just needed a vacation…She started when the phone rang.

“Hello?” She asked, her voice thick with sleep.

“Hiya, Naynay! Ready to go this weekend?”

Jayne rubbed her eyes. “Go where?”

“To the party this weekend!” Lou reminded her reproachfully.

“I….”

“Please?”

“I really don’t…”

“Come on, chicka, it’s going to be a rocking party….” Lou’s voice was becoming increasingly tragicic.

“Nah, it’ll be late by the time I get home, and I’ll be tired.”

“You NEVER go out late anymore,” Lou whined into the phone. “It’s like you are a reverse vampire, like the darkness of shadows will kill you or something!”

“I’ve just been doing a lot of thinking and working and need alone time, ok?” She rechecked the lock on her front door in what had become a reflexive move.

“Bored!” Lou half bellowed, exasperated. “You think too much!” Sighing, she relented. “Promise you’ll come out to girls’ night soon?”

“Promise, chicka.” She curled up in her living room, fire blazing cheerily. “Oh, the Parents say they love you.”

“Oh, tell them I love them too!”

Jayne snorted. “Or you could call them and tell them.”

“I do, like every week!”

Jayne paused. She had used to call almost every week too…She felt guilt rise. They deserved better than that. Just because she was busy didn’t mean she couldn’t spare a few minutes just to say she missed them…

Lou interrupted her thoughts. “Soooooooo….how goes the therapy? Are you ready to screw fat boys like a bunny yet?” She demanded

Jayne rolled her eyes “Crass, Lou. Crass.”

“But there is something…I can hear it. Spill!”

“There is really nothing to tell. I mean, there is a guy, but I can’t date him – don’t ask, it would just never work.” Tom wasn’t an option. It made her really sad. Ironically, he was probably the one guy who would have been like ‘You like fat guys? I AM a fat guy! Perfect!’ and she never would have had to think about any of this every again. He was so safe! She had actually done a little guilty research and realized even IF he did like her, he could actually never, ever, ever date her. Even if she never saw him again, as a former patient he was banned from that kind of interaction, at stiff legal penalties and at the cost of his license to practice. It wasn't fair!!

“Impossible,” Lou asserted loyally. “If he is worth it he will make it work, or he isn’t worth your time. Hmm. What about that lawyer guy, from the beach a few months ago?”

“I lost his card ages ago,” she fibbed, casting her eyes at the ceiling and examining the light fixture. “Besides, who actually hooks up like that?”

“Um, everybody? There are like whole websites built around it, dummy! And don’t worry, I have a copy of his card!”

Jayne pulled the phone away from her ear to regard it suspiciously. “Lou, darling, what did you do?” She asked with extreme pleasantry.

“Nothing! I just didn’t want you to lose the opportunity of dating such a cutie!”

“Louise Melody Emmans….!” Jayne warned her sister. Oh god, she was becoming her mother.

“Jayne Theresa Thorpe Emmans…!” Lou repeated her threatening tone, then giggled. “We sound like the Parents!!! Look, I got your back, kk sissy? I’ll drop the card off on my way to work tomorrow. Give him a call, ok?”

“Sure, LouLou.” Sometimes it was better to just agree with her than try and reason with her. “I gotta jet! Love you!” She didn't have to follow through with it.

“Love you too, babe! M-wah!”



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Jayne fiddled with the card in her hand. She ran the stiff cardboard quickly across each finger of her left hand. Stopped. Looked at the email. Ran the card over her lips, holding it there. Should she? The words on the screen blurred as she thought deeply. She realized the card had glued itself to her bottom lip as it absorbed the moisture, and she gently held the card away from her mouth until it unfastened. Wincing, she tapped send.

She put down her ipad, heaving a sigh of relief. At least the email was sent, and now she could relax. He wouldn’t get to his email until tomorrow, so she could deal with whatever came, then. She walked into her kitchen, shivering at the cold tile, and topped up her vodka with orange juice. Or put vodka in her orange juice. Whatever. Wee! Her buzz was live and she giggled at herself for daring to send that email. She would show Lou...something. She couldn't recall exactly why she would show her, or what...but she had done it! Cheers to another drink!!! She had the fridge open and her head inside when she heard the buzzing coming from the living room.

She cranked her head around, peering over the top of the fridge door for a long moment before padding back and picking it up.

Good evening Jayne,
Thanks for reaching out to me – I had almost forgotten about that day on the beach.
Drinks at Up Yer Kilt would be great.
When would you like to go? I am free Thursday and Friday this week, but I can make myself available most evenings with enough notice.
Greg


Jayne sat down. It was more reflexive than voluntary. It had been so long since she dated that she had forgotten how fun could be. She was excited, and nervous. And hungry. What if he was a creep? What if Lou had gotten the card mixed up, and she was asking out some random? She vaguely recalled a fatotti but his exact appearance simply wasn’t coming back to her. Damn. Ohhhhhhhh!!!!!

Tapping rapidly on her screen, she pulled up the company’s website and clicked on “Our Team”. Scrolling through the pictures, she found the only Greg. Last name match? Thompson? Check.

“Oh. Yum,” she murmured to her screen, sipping at her juice. He was a cutie. And a chunky monkey. She shivered, pacing around the room. She hovered her hand over the send button. Retracted it. Hovered. Hovered. Hovered….No. Yes! She tapped send quickly, dropping the pad with a borderline squeal.

Sorry for disturbing you! I had no idea you would be up this late. Thursday actually works really for me. 7pm?
Jayne

Her pad dinged a few minutes later.

Ha, I pretty much live with my phone, no worries!
Great! Looking forward to it.
Greg


Well. Her first date in nearly two years. When she was sober she was going to hate herself! She giggled.

"Psst...Loushas voicemail...when Lou checks in with you can you tell her I am drunk? Oh, also...I am going on a date so I need her to help come and put my face on before it, ok? Byyyyeeeee!!!"
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It's a shame she can't bang her doctor. Fulfilling her fantasy on his coach would be very sexy 😁
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Yeah, but I like the realism of Jayne realizing that that could get him in trouble with the ethics committee, even if she stopped seeing him as her doctor.
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Yeah, but I like the realism of Jayne realizing that that could get him in trouble with the ethics committee, even if she stopped seeing him as her doctor.
It's really nice but still I think if I was her I would try to hit that lol 😁
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Chapter 7

“I can’t do this,” Jayne cried, following Lou around the main floor. “I told you, this was a terrible, terrible mistake!” All week she had been kicking herself and trying to think of a way to retract that email without coming across like an idiot.

“La, you are so strange.” She genuinely seemed confused, but unaffected by her sister’s panic.

Jayne snagged her sleeve. “Lou, I can’t do this, don’t you understand? I need to cancel!!"

Lou forced her to sit on a kitchen chair. “You can’t go on a date with a hot, successful guy?” She patted liquid coverup under Jayne’s eyes and along the bridge of her nose, as well as around her chin to cover up the little bit of adult acne she still had. “You deserve it.”

Her jaws were clenched so tightly it was a wonder her teeth didn’t shatter. “Baby, he isn’t hot to you, he is fat, remember?”

Lou’s green eyes were fixed on her face as she gently brushed powdered coverup over her canvas. “Who said that I said that?” She asked absently.

“He’s fat.” Jayne reiterated, fidgeting.

“Mm, yes?” She rooted through her bag, dabbing some moisturizer around Jayne’s eyes and mixing the coverup for a flawless finish. “So? That doesn’t mean I don’t think he isn’t handsome. I mean, I don’t get off on a guy being fat, but I can still appreciate a looker…” She pulled out liquid liner and began tiny, gentle, sweeping strokes. “Look up.”

That was too close for comfort. She didn’t want to talk about that. Her fingers scrabbled at the seat of the chair. “Lou, I can’t do this, I can’t, I can’t!”

“Stop moving or you will end up with clown eyes.” Lou flicker her ear. “I said stop it!”

“Ow!” Jayne glared at her.

“What do you want as your primary colour?” At her blank look, Lou sighed. “What are you wearing?”

Jayne snatched a brush and threw it on the floor. “Nothing, because I am not going!”

“HEY! That is an expensive brush, and one of my work tools!” Lou snatched it up and placed it away protectively. She whirled around and marched away, towards her sister’s bedroom.

Darting up, Jayne padded down the hall in her socks. “Lou, what are you doing? Stay out of my room, you little brat!”

Before turning into the room, Lou stuck her tongue out and pulled down her lower eyelid in a childish taunt. “I’m going to pick you out an outfit. I can’t do your makeup properly until I know what you are going to wear.”

Her bed met her ass as Jayne sunk down with a groan. She watched her sister rifle through her closet for a good ten minutes before she came across something she liked.

“Voilà!” She dragged a black cocktail dress out.

“Oh no, like hell!”

“It still has the price tag on,” Lou grumbled. “I bought you this to show off your hawt body!”

“If I had your body I could wear it, but I don’t!”

Lou made a face. “I can’t do this style. I gots no boobies.” She took the tag off and threw it at Jayne. “Strip!” She began pulling open drawers until she found the black lacy bra and the tiny silken undies Lou had bought for her at the same time as the dress. When Jayne just stood there, Lou got a mulish look on her face.

It was very, very rare that her sister put her foot down on anything, but when she did, she was immovable. Seeing that look in Lou’s face now, Jayne slowly turned her back and stripped. She grimaced at the bra – it made her boobs so high that when she looked down it felt like her neck flesh was being forced into a double chin. The undies immediately slid up her ass crack, and the dress hugged every curve tightly.

“Here, let me get the zipper,” Lou said from behind. She tugged the little zipper up and fastened the clasp. “Oouu, very femme fatale!”

Jayne refused to look at herself in the mirror. “I am not going out in this getup,” she said hollowly.

“Ok, that’s fine, let’s just finish getting on your makeup so you can stay at home like a total loser and get drunk alone like an alcoholic,” Was the cheerful response.

“Just because I drink alone doesn’t make me an alcoholic.” Jayne sat down and gave herself up to the rest of the ministrations. “Just don’t make me look like a street walker, ok?” She felt her pad of tummy fat press against the clingy material, and refused to look down. Why had she sent that stupid email? And why, why had she opened her front door today? Actually, Lou was silly enough she probably would have frozen herself to death on Hayne’s own front porch, cheerily exasperated at not being let in.

“Okie dokie smokie!” Brushed of varying length and softness kissed her eyelids for the next five minutes. “Open?” A few more touches. “Yay, perfect! Put on your heels and go look!”

A prisoner probably felt this way, she decided, walking to the gallows. Shuffling as slowly as possible, she slowly went to the bedroom. She squared up with the mirror and raised her eyes.

“I can’t do this! I look ridiculous!” Jayne wailed. An overly curvy woman – and not in the perfect, exaggerated hourglass way – was packed tightly into a slinky black dress. The dress was too low cut, and her books were popping out, and it was so short she was sure her ass would fall out the minute she bent over.

“Hmm…You are missing a nice ’doo.” Lou immediately began styling her hair. “You are so gorgeous, look at your body!”

Loose curls began tumbling around her face. “I look like a common whore,” Jayne whined.

“Oh, shut up!” Lou said crossly. “You are wearing less makeup than me, you just aren’t used to it.”

“I’m fat,” Jayne said miserably, raising her arm to pinch a little pudge that peaked out over the top of the dress on her back, shaking her arm a little and watching the flesh move under her upper arm, then poking her little potbelly.

“I swear to cow, Jayne, I will take this curling wand and burn you with it. Shut the hell up! You have curves women would die for. Of course your stomach sticks out a little – you have extra organs in there that guys don’t! And yeah, the dress is tight, so your skin is going to be pressed a little! If it wasn’t it would practically fall off!”

“You never look like that,” Jayne groused.

“Yeah, because I can never put on any weight,” her sister retorted. “I’m doomed to look like a ditzy twelve year old the rest of my life!” She ran her hands through Jayne’s hair, then sprayed it with a few spritzes of hair spray. “If you don’t go to this dinner, I am going to tell Mama and Papa you are at a therapist again! For sex! No, I will tell them that you like fatties!” She crowed.

She whirled around so fast she almost lost her balance. “You wouldn’t!” Jayne gasped. “You’re the one who told me to go! You can’t blackmail me!”

“Just watch me!” Lou looked like an angry kitten. “I am sick and tired of watching you mope around! Go on this date, or face my wrath!”

“Why are you doing this to me?” Jayne cried, confused and helpless against her sister’s pushiness.

Louise leaned threateningly close, her face grim. “You called me Lousha,” she hissed. “You KNOW I hate when people say it like that. You know the punishment!”

Aw crap. It was that damned iron clad pinky swear, from so many years ago. The last time she had slipped up, Lou had made her take her to a concert. One task to be done in return for her slip up. “Fine.” After all, it wasn’t like she had to actually arrive there, Lou just see her leave.

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Unfortunately, her evil sister seemed determined for her to see this through. She actually flicked on her hazards and followed her the entire way, staring pointedly at the entrance until Jayne went in.

Jayne stopped around the corner and switched her boots for her strappy heels before moving towards the entrance. She felt conspicuous, and overdressed. Her anxiety had resulted in a faster than usual pace, so she had arrived a quarter of an hour early with chafed thighs from the rubbing. Stupid skinny women and their ability to walk without their thighs touching.

Walking to the bathroom, she sat in the stall, shivering with anxiety. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t. She would just…email Greg, tell him something came up.

And then she would walk home and pretend like none of this had ever happened.

After she reapplied deodorant to her legs so they wouldn’t rub.

She walked towards the entrance, struggling to maintain an appearance of calm. Greg was there, looking even better than his picture she had seen on the website. He was ruddy cheeked from the cold, and his brown hair was messy from his hat being taken off. An instantaneous heat flooded her face, and between her legs as his fingers undid his coat buttons and revealed a round, heavy belly pushing against his suit top.

His eyes seemed to meet hers, then slide away as she kept walking, refusing to meet his eyes. Pretend like you didn’t see him, that’s right, look natural, you are almost out!

Lou’s car was gone. The night was cool against her cheeks. She gazed up at the only two stars she could see. Guilt was already gnawing away at her. His face had opened a little, a little half smile playing around the corners of his mouth, and he had turned towards her tentatively before his face had fallen and closed up. Don’t look back, don’t look back, she told herself.

Of course, she looked back.

He was sitting on one of the benches in the front hall, looking resigned. It was that look that nearly broke her heart. It was the look of a guy who had been set up, and dismissed dozens of times. To the point even his pride was barely hurt. He didn’t look angry, or ashamed – he simply had a ‘sigh. Oh well…’ expression on.

He had obviously recognized her. She couldn’t…just leave him like that. That wasn’t fair. What if he had done that to her? Just saw her and walked out? She closed her eyes, praying to strength.

Jayne pushed open the door, heart thundering. “Greg?” she asked awkwardly after clearing her throat.

He glanced up, startled. “Oh, yes…” He said, standing uneasily.

“I must not have seen you, I was waiting outside…” She blushed, heart hammering in her throat. He was so handsome…

“Ha, I thought you had changed your mind,” He said, shrugging a little. He wasn’t too tall – his eyes were level with the top of her head. His relative shortness only emphasized his roundness.

“No, I didn’t see you,” Jayne fibbed, smiling shyly.

Green eyes crinkled up, and fat cheeks bunched as he smiled in return, a small blush also rising to his cheeks. “Oh…I thought you had a ‘nope!’ moment.”

“No! No,” Jayne repeated, shivering at the tangible heat that came off him. Through his winter coat, through the intervening space, and through her own coat. He smelled nice – clean but slightly sweaty after a long day at work.

“For two, then?” The hostess interrupted, hands hovering over the menus.

“Yes, please,” Greg answered, pulling off his winter coat. He offered his hand to Jayne to shake with another shy smile. He was wearing a very nice suit, tie, and shiny black shoes, Jayne noticed. Very nicely put together

The palm was velvety soft, warm, and dry. It sent a jolt up her arm so powerful she almost gasped aloud. His fingers were thick and chubby, his grip firm but not crushing. Her nipples instantly hardened, and goose bumps raced across her arms and around the nape of her neck.

“I have to admit, I was pretty surprised to get your email…I hadn’t thought to ever hear from you. Plus, you know, you saw me topless,” He wrinkled his nose, as if acknowledging the slim chance of her ever seeing him after that, but he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye in a way she couldn’t quite interpret.

Jayne, in the process of sitting, froze. She felt herself flush, and her tongue cleaved to the roof her mouth. She stared at her hands, struggling for the sentences she had pre-composed. Nothing came, and she fiddled with a button, not looking at him. She frantically cast her mind back over her favourite Dimensions stories…what were the lines they said when this happened??

Greg turned to the waitress. “Do you have any tables?” His voice was anxious.

“No, sorry, they are all taken, I’ll be seating you in the dining area in a window booth.” The hostess responded over her shoulder as she led them to their seats.

“Ah…” He mumbled. Turning to Jayne, he said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Greg ran a hand through his hair, one hand self-consciously re-doing the button on his suit that he had just undone. “You look fabulous, by the way,” He said, and seemed to mean it. He gazed at her admiringly, and his appreciation had a sexual flare without being creepy.

“Nonono…” Jayne felt her face heat up, and waited until the hostess had walked away before continuing. “I just…lost your business card,” she lied. “Or I would have emailed you sooner, but my friend had it, so she gave it to me.” She could have put her head down on the table and knocked it slowly. Great. Now you sound like a ditz. Just. Friggin. Confess. If he doesn’t like that you like his body, screw him!

Yes, screw him, the other half of her brain purred. Don’t scare him off now…We can catch him, he is too chubby to run fast… Reow!

His interest was plain, but his face reddened shyly, and he didn’t seat himself. “Oh – um…” He touched her elbow lightly. He leaned in slightly to whisper, “I’m too fat to sit across from you comfortably. The booth is too small. I am so sorry,” he apologized, looking a little awkward – but that same resignation came over his face too. It obviously wasn’t a new thing, and something that he was resigned to.

An erotic tingle started between her legs, and her tummy fluttered so hard she wondered if she would be able to eat a thing tonight. To hear a fat guy…just say it like that was so….wow. She stood up and moved back a little, shuddering a little at one of her fantasies coming alive.

He must have seen something of it on her face, because he blushed and pushed the table to one side of the booth, totally overlapping the opposite seat to make room for them both one side. “Will I crowd you too much if we sit like this?” He asked, anxiety visible in his flushed face.

Yes…but I think I’d like that. “No, not at all!” Jayne said and scooted in first. She eagerly watched him remove his suit top and loosen tie before sitting down beside her. He worked a good job, and his suit fit was impeccable – but without the protection of the sturdier fabric, his shirt clung enticingly to the rolls and bulges of his torso, which shifted and bulged as he angled himself in.

Greg fiddled with the buttons at his wrists before rolling his sleeves up. He didn’t look at her for long moments. When he finally did, the look in his eyes caused her breath to catch, although she couldn’t define the look. They were incredibly soft, and gentle. He was such a mixture of calm pride, resignation, and shyness…incredibly fascinating. He obviously wasn’t used to dating, because he appeared at a loss of what to say, or how to proceed.

“Do you…want to order some food?” She asked shyly, but eagerly. She smacked herself mentally. He might clam up, he just had to push the table over because he was too fat! As if in response, she heard his stomach growl fiercely.

He grinned sheepishly, face reddening. “Been on a diet the past few weeks, and the smells in here are driving me crazy.”

Ick, not a diet. Jayne heard Tom in her mind. Be open. Be honest. If you can’t be open and honest to your partner about what you need emotionally, financially, and physically, you don’t have a leg to stand on. Whoever you end up with should not only accept what you need, but provide FOR it. It will never be enough for you to be with someone who simply accepts your preferences but won’t participate. So stop settling, and just keep going until you find him.

She realized, suddenly, that this was the first guy she had dated out of the blue. Any other guy she had dated, she had known, or her friends had known.

His eyes were almost tender as they looked at her, that little redness hovering around his plump cheeks.

This was the first date she had been on, where she could simply, literally, and absolutely walk away with no bad feelings, no strings attached, and no awkward meeting up at parties later. She could…be herself, and not worry?

He looked so solid and dependable...so…perfect? She couldn’t define it, but she didn’t want to mess this up.

Laying a hand on his briefly, she bit her lip, feeling faint at her boldness, but strangely bold. “So, a big dinner to make up for it then?” Ooh, that sounded smooth. Nice one! Do that again!

A smothered smile. “Are you sure?” He glanced down at his mass doubtfully, then at the table.

Quick, say something clever again!

Ok, say something period!

Say anything, damnit!
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Don't worry, you're doing a good job writing - and that's an interesting figure of repetition.

What always helps me on the wording variations front is thesaurus.com.

Also - take this story wherever you and your characters want it to go. Political correctness as in 'oh no doctor-patient thryst' is all good and well, but in this context it might be death by caution.

Conflict with rules can be a very interesting story-line - and you're leagues off here from anything that could be even mildly offensive.

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It was more a comment on my crazy perfectionism because i didnt notice until posting...i stare at it too long!....just me livingthe stages of creativity!

1. This is awesome!
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5. This might be ok.
6. This is awesome!
7. I made a boo boo...
LOL, are we the same person?! Thank you for the fantastic update, also!
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Chapter 8

“Let’s just get some appetizers, I guess?” She mumbled, fiddling with the tablecloth. Ugh. And there goes the moment.

He seemed a little disappointed, but nodded readily enough.

Their server appeared at Greg’s elbow, eyes quickly darting and taking in their odd seating arrangement. “Hi, my name is Sue, I will be your server today. Are you guys ready to order? Great!” she said in answer to their nods. “What can I get for you?”

“I’ll have a rum and coke,” Jayne said.

“Light beer, whatever is on tap,” Greg said.

Boo. “Can we also get some appetizers? The spinach dip, potato skins, and nachos?” She was distracted and incredibly aroused, as the view of staring down at her menu also afforded her a delicious glance of his wide middle spilling heavily onto his lap. “What do you want, Greg?” Greg was a sexy name, she decided. The front was so nice and round and heavy, with that abrupt stop. It reminded her of a big belly, bouncing to an abrupt halt after a fat guy stopped moving.

“Oh! Uhm,” Greg glanced at her sidelong. “I thought all that was for both of us?”

“Well, I will share,” Jayne said with a giggle, then realized he might he talking about how tightly packed she was into her dress. She glanced down and tried to surreptitiously cover her middle with her arms. Her arms made her boobs pop out of her dress even more. Geh.

He noticed, because he swallowed and shifted a little, cheeks reddening again. “Actually, then, can I try the spring rolls? And I heard your corn dogs are delicious here, can I get an order of those?” When the waitress was gone, he tilted his head towards her. “Sorry that I am crowding you…I kind of take up a lot of space.”

“No,” Jayne sighed. “It’s great. I just realized I probably shouldn’t have ordered that,” Her eyes fell on her stomach again and she frowned.

“You look amazing,” Greg said again stoutly but very gently. His eyes were warmly approving as they swept from her head to her legs – all that was visible. “Besides, I will probably end up saving you by eating the majority of everything anyway,” he added ruefully with a chuckle.

He kept alluding to his size and appetite in a way that had her squirming in partial pleasure, and partial panic. She wanted to divert the subject, and at the same time talk about this forever!!

“Oh, good, my eyes are always bigger than my stomach.” Jayne said, tingling from his looks. God, he was so perfectly, deliciously, enticingly fat. He was way fatter than Tom. Greg’s body had moved past the big belly stage, and had acquired delicious acreage along his lush and rather large love handles. Those mounds of fat had worked their way over his belt, bulging outwards triumphantly. Towards the top, they met with his back fat, creating a delicious fold that kept catching at his shirt.

He blushed and mumbled something about not having that problem. “You don’t…have to stay, you know,” he said after a few moments of silence. “I just want you to know that.” He met her eyes and he shrugged.

“What?” Jayne stuttered, disappointed and sorry. Was he that shy?

“I just know,” he said, carefully choosing his words. “That I am a big guy, and that isn’t everyone’s cup of tea.” He rested his hands on his stomach unconsciously, and Jayne almost orgasmed her way under the table and onto the floor as she saw his chubby digits sink into the softness, creating little dents. He swallowed and continued. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to stay – dates can get awkward.”

This was the time she should tell him. Or lean forward and touch his belly. Instead, she froze. Words didn’t die on her lips, because her brain hasn’t provided any. She couldn’t meet his eyes, and instead her eyes fell – right to that bulging prominence. She felt her neck begin to heat as well as her cheeks, and she swallowed hard a few times. And here was where it all fell apart.

“Here are your nachos and drinks!” The waitress chirped, and was gone.

Greg swallowed, and the back of his chubby fingers slowly brushed the back of her hand.

She raised her eyes to meet his, shivering at the contact. Oh, it felt so good to have a man touch her after all this time…

He blinked a few times, not dropping his hand immediately. When he did, he had a smile playing around his lips, and he picked up a nacho. He dipped it in the guac and then bit into it with the irresistible air of a hungry man settling down to eat his fill. “So, you know what I do, what do you do?” Greg asked, taking a swig of his beer.

The tension wasn’t broken, but some hurdle seemed to have been overcome, though Jayne couldn’t determine what it was. Their conversation flowed back and forth as their remaining appetizers arrived. Jayne, prepared to flee herself or watch him run, was caught on her left foot for a while. Something seemed to have made him more comfortable, but she couldn’t determine what. He was a great conversationalist, once he started. And it was easy to answer him while she watched him pack away most of the nacho plate, only picking and plucking at a few pieces herself.

“Can I have another beer? A Guinness, please. Another rum and coke for you?” Greg asked, turning to her warmly.

Mm. Full bodied beer for a full bodied man. “Please…” A desperate sort of repressed hope was rising in her chest. He was too good to be true…he had to be. Sweet, smart, sensitive. He probably had bodies in his freezer.

Greg shifted a little, chuckling over their remaining appetizers. “I think you over ordered,” he told her, but willingly worked at polishing off the dishes. Scooping a healthy amount of dip onto a chip, he guided it to her lips playfully. “I can’t be the only one eating…” He seemed to feel the sexual tension between them, becoming playfully bolder.

It was impossible to say no. Accepting the offering as cleanly as she could, Jayne hung on his every word, enraptured. He seemed smart and sweet, although they didn’t seem to share any direct common interests.

After a rest room break, she slid back into her seat. She had gained a little bit of courage, seeing the strange creature in the mirror before her in the ladies room. The dark, almost black eyes were sparkling and luminous, her cheeks flushed, her lips curled. She actually looked a little bit pretty.

Her phone buzzed. How is it going?

Terrible. I will hate you forever, she typed back, cheeks hurting from smiling so much.

Woohoo! Go smack that chubby ass!

When Greg scooted in after her, she let her thigh touch his, shivering with anticipation.

At first, he leaned away, thinking he was crowding her. However, a brief glance at the room on his other side told him she was taking up more room than before.

When he let his thick, soft thigh press into hers, Jayne smiled and offered him the last corn dog.

Greg groaned, but took it. “I am going to have the worst heart burn,” he groused a little before it disappeared. His eyes had relaxed and glazed over with the accompanying food buzz his heavy meal was giving him. Combined with a few drinks, he was relaxed enough – or full enough – not to suck in, and his heavy belly pushed insistently at his shirt buttons.

Her eyes were drawn to that belly like a moth to the flame. Occasionally he slid his palm down the expanse of his middle, or fiddled with a button. She kept having to remind herself to raise her eyes to his face, or look somewhere else. Jayne had been flirting with the desert menu for the last few minutes, and was actually really temped to get one for herself, even if he wouldn’t join her. Deep fried mars bar? Hells yeah! Om nom nom to that…

Her partner’s eyes followed hers, and he let out a huffing groan. “None for me!” he declared with finality.

“Ok,” Jayne agreed. “But I want to get one.” After all, she hadn’t eaten much dinner – surely the calories would balance?

When it came, the heavenly scent of the batter, melting chocolate and whatever the filling inside the thing was, caused her to sigh in delight. The first mouthful made her moan a little out loud, and when she opened her eyes Greg was alternating his gaze between her face and fork with a mix of lust and greed.

“Do you want a taste?” Jayne asked, offering him a bite from her own fork hopefully.

He squirmed in his seat a little. “No,” he said finally, but watched every move of her fork with such intensity he made her laugh.

Scooting a little closer, she raised the fork again. This time, she could feel his self-control snap, and he took the bite ecstatically. “Mmm,” he mumbled, accepting a few more bites as she guided the fork between his lips.

His sudden curious look made her realize she was leaning towards him, lower lip caught hungrily in her teeth as she watched him chew. She leaned back abruptly and dropped the fork. Freak.

Fortunately, Greg didn’t seem to mind too much, only casting her another sidelong glance. When the bill came, he tried to pay, but Jayne snatched it from him.

“Oh no, this one is mine!” She informed him.

The look on his face was priceless. Multiple expressions chased their way across his face. Somewhere in the mix was a bit of miffed manly pride, relief, and regret. “Ah,” he said finally, withdrawing a bit. “Alright.” He obviously misunderstood her wanting to pay as some sort of closure to their date.

“After all - you’ll get the bill next time?” Jayne asked hopefully, voice almost cracking.

Slowly, Greg raised his light eyes and met hers, grinning from ear to ear. “Yes. Yes, I would like that.” He stifled a burp behind his fist, his chubby cheeks puffing out. “Sorry,” he grinned. “Overate.”

Oh yeah. This was SO going to happen.

Now all she had to do was 'fess up to wanting to dump her icecream over his belly and lap it up like a kitten. Well, maybe in a bit. Don't want to scare him off.
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