BHM Like It Like That - by Undine (~BHM, ~FFA, ~~WG, Romance)
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“How many?” the hostess asked.
“Just two,” Robbie replied.
“Follow me, please.” She weaved expertly in and out of the packed tables in the pub, zooming ahead of them in no time. Piper followed as quickly as she could, but soon realized that Robbie wasn’t behind her. She turned to look and saw him slowly lumbering through the crowd, trying to pull his middle in with his hands and not bang into everyone he passed. He was failing miserably. She blushed at the sight of his hands sinking into his belly, his fingers squeezing into his soft flesh, and felt her heartbeat speed up a bit. “Excuse me, miss – just a minute…” she trailed off, but the hostess had stopped at a booth about ten feet away from her.
Robbie caught up to them and, slightly out of breath, gave the booth an amused look. “I’m sorry, miss, but would we be able to have a table instead?”
Looking embarrassed as she glanced from the booth to Robbie’s bulk, she replied, “Oh, um…sure… I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright,” Robbie said, “booths and I just don’t get along very well anymore.”
Piper blushed again. She marveled at how he took things so easily, how he wasn’t at all embarrassed by the fact that he was far too big to fit in a booth. Too big to fit in a booth, Piper thought incredulously as the hostess led them to a table by the windows. That’s so…wow.
“Is this okay?” the hostess said hesitantly.
“Very nice,” Robbie said, smiling. “We even have a lovely view of the parking lot.”
She gave a nervous smile back and told them that their waitress would be with them soon, and then left them. “It’s really nice to see you again, Robbie,” Piper said shyly as she sat.
“You, too, Piper. I’m glad you were free. This is one of my favorite restaurants; I love taking people here,” he told her as he settled his bulk into the chair, which gave an audible creak as he applied his full weight to it.
Piper’s breath caught in her throat.
“So,” he continued, “how’s life after college?”
“Oh, it’s not too stressful yet,” she told him. “I still have a lot of students for piano, so I’m doing okay right now. It’ll be a while before I have to find a ‘real job,’” she laughed. “How about you?”
“Well, I just started school this week, and so far things are going pretty well. I’ve got a couple of brats in 2D design, but it’s an intro class, so that’s to be expected. But there are a few really talented kids that I think I’m going to enjoy working with a lot.”
They made small talk about their teaching for a few minutes, and then the waitress arrived, looking harried and hot. “Good evening, my name’s Sandy, and I’ll be taking care of you tonight. What can I get for you to drink?”
“I’ll have a water with lemon, please,” Piper said.
“A Yuengling lager for me, please.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back with those and to take your order,” the tall blonde told them.
“Hmm, she must be new,” Robbie said absentmindedly. “I don’t recognize her.”
“You come here a lot?”
“Yeah, I pretty much worship the chef here,” Robbie admitted, grinning. “He’s amazing. Wait ‘til you taste your food.”
Piper smiled. “What do you recommend?”
“Well, the steak is the best I’ve ever had, and I make a pretty good steak. The pasta is homemade from scratch every day, and the fillings – oh, man. The artichoke and chicken salad sandwich is amazing…well, like I said, everything is good!”
Piper couldn’t help herself. “You’ve tried everything here?”
“Yeah, multiple times!” he answered enthusiastically. “I swear, it’s all incredible.”
She laughed. “I guess you do come here a lot!”
“Well, good food is one of my favorite things, as I suppose you can tell,” he said, gesturing to his belly with a sheepish grin.
Blushing, Piper laughed nervously. Oh my gosh, he’s sexy…I just hope he doesn’t get weirded out by the way I’m practically drooling over him.
Piper steered the conversation away from his huge body before she could make an idiot of herself, and they chatted a bit more and looked at the menus. In a few minutes the waitress returned with their drinks. “What can I get you?” she asked, looking at Piper.
“I think I’ll go with the artichoke and chicken salad sandwich,” Piper said, nodding at Robbie.
“Good choice,” he told her with a wink. “I’d like the sixteen ounce rib eye with a side of garlic mashed potatoes and a side of marinated artichoke hearts, a mozzarella salad, some curly fries, a small Caesar salad, and some stuffed peppers.”
Piper’s eyes widened as she sucked in her breath with a small gasp.
“Uh…all that?” the waitress said doubtfully. She gave Robbie a look and crinkled her nose slightly.
“Yes,” he said slowly, as if the waitress was hard of hearing. “Would you like me to repeat it?”
“Um, no…” she said, flustered, and walked away.
“You okay?” Robbie asked Piper, looking concerned.
“I, uh, yeah, wh-why?” she stuttered.
“Your face is all red.”
“Oh, I’m just…just a little…warm…” she fibbed.
“Should I ask if they can turn the air up?” he asked, concerned.
“Oh, no, it’s fine, thanks.” She smiled at him, hoping he wasn’t wondering what was wrong with her.
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“Just two,” Robbie replied.
“Follow me, please.” She weaved expertly in and out of the packed tables in the pub, zooming ahead of them in no time. Piper followed as quickly as she could, but soon realized that Robbie wasn’t behind her. She turned to look and saw him slowly lumbering through the crowd, trying to pull his middle in with his hands and not bang into everyone he passed. He was failing miserably. She blushed at the sight of his hands sinking into his belly, his fingers squeezing into his soft flesh, and felt her heartbeat speed up a bit. “Excuse me, miss – just a minute…” she trailed off, but the hostess had stopped at a booth about ten feet away from her.
Robbie caught up to them and, slightly out of breath, gave the booth an amused look. “I’m sorry, miss, but would we be able to have a table instead?”
Looking embarrassed as she glanced from the booth to Robbie’s bulk, she replied, “Oh, um…sure… I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright,” Robbie said, “booths and I just don’t get along very well anymore.”
Piper blushed again. She marveled at how he took things so easily, how he wasn’t at all embarrassed by the fact that he was far too big to fit in a booth. Too big to fit in a booth, Piper thought incredulously as the hostess led them to a table by the windows. That’s so…wow.
“Is this okay?” the hostess said hesitantly.
“Very nice,” Robbie said, smiling. “We even have a lovely view of the parking lot.”
She gave a nervous smile back and told them that their waitress would be with them soon, and then left them. “It’s really nice to see you again, Robbie,” Piper said shyly as she sat.
“You, too, Piper. I’m glad you were free. This is one of my favorite restaurants; I love taking people here,” he told her as he settled his bulk into the chair, which gave an audible creak as he applied his full weight to it.
Piper’s breath caught in her throat.
“So,” he continued, “how’s life after college?”
“Oh, it’s not too stressful yet,” she told him. “I still have a lot of students for piano, so I’m doing okay right now. It’ll be a while before I have to find a ‘real job,’” she laughed. “How about you?”
“Well, I just started school this week, and so far things are going pretty well. I’ve got a couple of brats in 2D design, but it’s an intro class, so that’s to be expected. But there are a few really talented kids that I think I’m going to enjoy working with a lot.”
They made small talk about their teaching for a few minutes, and then the waitress arrived, looking harried and hot. “Good evening, my name’s Sandy, and I’ll be taking care of you tonight. What can I get for you to drink?”
“I’ll have a water with lemon, please,” Piper said.
“A Yuengling lager for me, please.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back with those and to take your order,” the tall blonde told them.
“Hmm, she must be new,” Robbie said absentmindedly. “I don’t recognize her.”
“You come here a lot?”
“Yeah, I pretty much worship the chef here,” Robbie admitted, grinning. “He’s amazing. Wait ‘til you taste your food.”
Piper smiled. “What do you recommend?”
“Well, the steak is the best I’ve ever had, and I make a pretty good steak. The pasta is homemade from scratch every day, and the fillings – oh, man. The artichoke and chicken salad sandwich is amazing…well, like I said, everything is good!”
Piper couldn’t help herself. “You’ve tried everything here?”
“Yeah, multiple times!” he answered enthusiastically. “I swear, it’s all incredible.”
She laughed. “I guess you do come here a lot!”
“Well, good food is one of my favorite things, as I suppose you can tell,” he said, gesturing to his belly with a sheepish grin.
Blushing, Piper laughed nervously. Oh my gosh, he’s sexy…I just hope he doesn’t get weirded out by the way I’m practically drooling over him.
Piper steered the conversation away from his huge body before she could make an idiot of herself, and they chatted a bit more and looked at the menus. In a few minutes the waitress returned with their drinks. “What can I get you?” she asked, looking at Piper.
“I think I’ll go with the artichoke and chicken salad sandwich,” Piper said, nodding at Robbie.
“Good choice,” he told her with a wink. “I’d like the sixteen ounce rib eye with a side of garlic mashed potatoes and a side of marinated artichoke hearts, a mozzarella salad, some curly fries, a small Caesar salad, and some stuffed peppers.”
Piper’s eyes widened as she sucked in her breath with a small gasp.
“Uh…all that?” the waitress said doubtfully. She gave Robbie a look and crinkled her nose slightly.
“Yes,” he said slowly, as if the waitress was hard of hearing. “Would you like me to repeat it?”
“Um, no…” she said, flustered, and walked away.
“You okay?” Robbie asked Piper, looking concerned.
“I, uh, yeah, wh-why?” she stuttered.
“Your face is all red.”
“Oh, I’m just…just a little…warm…” she fibbed.
“Should I ask if they can turn the air up?” he asked, concerned.
“Oh, no, it’s fine, thanks.” She smiled at him, hoping he wasn’t wondering what was wrong with her.
To be continued...
Robbie took a sip of his beer. He was really happy with the way this was going. Piper was sweet, kind, intelligent, and funny, and she seemed to like him, too. It was also ridiculously cute how her face would get red and she would stutter a bit sometimes. He could feel himself falling for her, and it was a really nice feeling – one he hadn’t experienced in quite some time. Sure, he’d cared for Sunny, but he now realized that their relationship had been a pale imitation of what it should have been. He was now feeling that excitement and slight giddiness with Piper that a good potential relationship was supposed to impart on its participants.
“I’m having a really good time, Piper,” he told her. “You’re a cool girl.”
She looked up at him from fiddling with her napkin and blushed and smiled. “Thanks. I’m having a really good time, too, Robbie.”
Just then Sandy returned with their food. “There you go,” she said as she set the plates down in front of them, trying to figure out a way to fit all of Robbie’s food on the table. She finally resorted to placing two of his plates next to Piper’s, making a bit of a face. “Everything look okay?”
Just be nice, he told himself. “It looks great, thank you,” Robbie said.
“Can I get anything else for you?”
“Actually, yeah…”
Sandy’s eyes widened.
“Can I get some sour cream, some steak sauce, and some ketchup, please?”
He could see her almost sag with relief that he hadn’t ordered another dish. “Sure, I’ll be right back. Can I get you another beer, as well?”
“That would be great,” he replied, smiling.
“Wow,” Piper said as Sandy retreated, “this smells wonderful. And it’s huge! You didn’t tell me the portions were this big; I don’t think I’ll even be able to finish half of this…”
“Ah, sorry, I guess they just don’t seem that big to me anymore,” he confessed. “You can take it home, if you want. They don’t mind doing doggie bags.”
He could see Piper’s cheeks burning red again. Geez, she’s just so cute! he thought, marveling at how beautiful she was. She had her auburn hair pulled into a complicated-looking braid that draped over her left shoulder, showing off the teal strapless top she was wearing. Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked at him with a grin.
“What? You keep looking at me. Do I have something on my face?”
“You’re just really pretty,” he told her somewhat bashfully.
Her blush deepened. “Th-thank you.” She bit her lip, then said, “You’re pretty handsome, yourself.”
Now it was his turn to be embarrassed. It had been a long time since a girl had told him he was attractive. Well, she certainly doesn’t seem to be disgusted by me. He murmured his thanks, and shoveled a forkful of mashed potatoes into his mouth to cover his surprise and delight. “How’s your food?” he asked after he had swallowed the delicious morsel.
“Soooo good,” she moaned. “You have awesome taste in restaurants.”
He laughed and patted his belly. “Well, like I said, I have a lot of experience in the culinary areas, as you can see.”
He saw her eyes widen and her cheeks burst into flame. “Um,” she sputtered, “do you…do you cook?” Her voice was a bit higher than before.
“I do,” he replied. “I’m not as good as the guy here, but I can hold my own. You should come over sometime and I’ll make dinner.”
She smiled, her face still pink. “I would really like that.”
They continued talking as they ate, Robbie randomly picking something from each of his plates and devouring it while Piper took tiny little bites of her huge sandwich. It wasn’t long before each of Robbie’s plates was empty, while over half of Piper’s food still remained. “Should I ask the waitress for a box for you?”
“Oh, no,” she said. “It was delicious, but there is absolutely no room in my fridge right now. Do you…want to take it?”
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” she said, her voice squeaking a bit.
“Well, I’ve still got room, if you don’t mind, I’ll just eat it now.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he replied, a little worried.
“You’re not…full?”
“Nah,” he dismissed her concern. “I was going to ask if you wanted to maybe get some dessert, too.” He instantly regretted that statement. That was a little much, he told himself. It’s obvious that you can suck food down like a vacuum, but you don’t want to make her think that’s all there is to you.
“Oh,” she said, swallowing hard as her cheeks turned pink again. “Well, if you want to get something, I’ll have a few bites.”
He grinned his relief. “Dessert it is, then. How do you feel about strawberry shortcake?”
To be continued...
“I’m having a really good time, Piper,” he told her. “You’re a cool girl.”
She looked up at him from fiddling with her napkin and blushed and smiled. “Thanks. I’m having a really good time, too, Robbie.”
Just then Sandy returned with their food. “There you go,” she said as she set the plates down in front of them, trying to figure out a way to fit all of Robbie’s food on the table. She finally resorted to placing two of his plates next to Piper’s, making a bit of a face. “Everything look okay?”
Just be nice, he told himself. “It looks great, thank you,” Robbie said.
“Can I get anything else for you?”
“Actually, yeah…”
Sandy’s eyes widened.
“Can I get some sour cream, some steak sauce, and some ketchup, please?”
He could see her almost sag with relief that he hadn’t ordered another dish. “Sure, I’ll be right back. Can I get you another beer, as well?”
“That would be great,” he replied, smiling.
“Wow,” Piper said as Sandy retreated, “this smells wonderful. And it’s huge! You didn’t tell me the portions were this big; I don’t think I’ll even be able to finish half of this…”
“Ah, sorry, I guess they just don’t seem that big to me anymore,” he confessed. “You can take it home, if you want. They don’t mind doing doggie bags.”
He could see Piper’s cheeks burning red again. Geez, she’s just so cute! he thought, marveling at how beautiful she was. She had her auburn hair pulled into a complicated-looking braid that draped over her left shoulder, showing off the teal strapless top she was wearing. Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked at him with a grin.
“What? You keep looking at me. Do I have something on my face?”
“You’re just really pretty,” he told her somewhat bashfully.
Her blush deepened. “Th-thank you.” She bit her lip, then said, “You’re pretty handsome, yourself.”
Now it was his turn to be embarrassed. It had been a long time since a girl had told him he was attractive. Well, she certainly doesn’t seem to be disgusted by me. He murmured his thanks, and shoveled a forkful of mashed potatoes into his mouth to cover his surprise and delight. “How’s your food?” he asked after he had swallowed the delicious morsel.
“Soooo good,” she moaned. “You have awesome taste in restaurants.”
He laughed and patted his belly. “Well, like I said, I have a lot of experience in the culinary areas, as you can see.”
He saw her eyes widen and her cheeks burst into flame. “Um,” she sputtered, “do you…do you cook?” Her voice was a bit higher than before.
“I do,” he replied. “I’m not as good as the guy here, but I can hold my own. You should come over sometime and I’ll make dinner.”
She smiled, her face still pink. “I would really like that.”
They continued talking as they ate, Robbie randomly picking something from each of his plates and devouring it while Piper took tiny little bites of her huge sandwich. It wasn’t long before each of Robbie’s plates was empty, while over half of Piper’s food still remained. “Should I ask the waitress for a box for you?”
“Oh, no,” she said. “It was delicious, but there is absolutely no room in my fridge right now. Do you…want to take it?”
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” she said, her voice squeaking a bit.
“Well, I’ve still got room, if you don’t mind, I’ll just eat it now.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he replied, a little worried.
“You’re not…full?”
“Nah,” he dismissed her concern. “I was going to ask if you wanted to maybe get some dessert, too.” He instantly regretted that statement. That was a little much, he told himself. It’s obvious that you can suck food down like a vacuum, but you don’t want to make her think that’s all there is to you.
“Oh,” she said, swallowing hard as her cheeks turned pink again. “Well, if you want to get something, I’ll have a few bites.”
He grinned his relief. “Dessert it is, then. How do you feel about strawberry shortcake?”
To be continued...
Piper closed the door to her apartment behind her, beaming like a fool and feeling as if she was floating. She was hopelessly infatuated with him. Not only was he absolutely gorgeous in his blue polo and grey cargo pants, he was so smart and cheerful and sweet. Chivalrous, too. He’d even kissed her hand at the end of the night when he dropped her off outside her apartment building, after they’d made plans to see each other again the next day. I can’t believe I’m falling so hard, she thought incredulously. She’d never felt this way about any guy before, ever, let alone after the first date.
Maybe because you’re finally letting yourself have what you really want, a part of her mind rationalized.
She didn’t want to, but she had to agree. Apart from being engaged by his conversational skills and obvious intelligence and charm, she had been absolutely smitten by his size. The way he moved; so confidently…it was obvious that his bulk wasn’t much of a hindrance to him, that he was used to it and almost proud of it. And the way he referred to his size so matter-of-factly…the way he would pat his belly, making his flesh jiggle madly, had almost been enough to bring her to tears of frustration that it wouldn’t be proper to drag him home to her bed right then. If he would even fit in her tiny twin-sized bed. She doubted that he would.
He was just dazzling. He had to be at least three hundred fifty pounds, she guessed, and was incredibly well-proportioned for someone so big. He had thick, strong arms and incredibly broad shoulders. His ass was round and – she giggled as she thought it, but it was the only way she could describe it – juicy, and his belly…wow. It was absolutely huge and so round and blubbery that she got the shivers just thinking about what it would be like to sink her fingers into it.
“What are you giggling about?” Kimmy asked as she came into the room, looking at Piper strangely.
“Oh!” Piper gasped. “I didn’t know you were here.” She panicked, wondering what she would tell her roommate if she asked her about Robbie. Nothing… She’ll just…she’ll just make fun of me, Piper reasoned.
“Yeah, I didn’t feel like going out with Laura and John and being the third wheel to their kissy-fest. So what’s so hilarious?”
“Uh, nothing…” she said, searching for an answer. “I just got off the phone with my sister; she’s drunk.”
“Ohh, silly little Penny. She’s hilarious when she’s trashed.”
“Yeah, definitely. So what’s up?”
“I have a date with Guy tomorrow night,” Kimmy sang, looking thrilled.
“Guy? What guy?” Piper asked, confused.
Kimmy rolled her eyes. “Guy is his name. The one I thought you were crushing on? Friends with that fat hippo who you gave your number to? You’re not mad, are you?”
“Oh! Sorry, I forgot that that was his name. No, of course I’m not mad. Where are you going?”
“I’m not sure yet, he said it was a surprise,” Kimmy told her. “Hey, whatever happened with that big fat guy? Did he ever call you?”
Piper swallowed hard. She could feel her face reddening, and once again cursed her propensity for blushing. “Robbie. Uh, no, he never did…” she trailed off.
“Good,” Kimmy said as she went into the kitchen. “That would just be awkward and weird.”
~*~*~
“Alright, I’ll let you work on your pieces for the rest of class. Just try to keep the volume at about an eight, okay?” Robbie told the class as he gingerly sat in his chair. They’d moved a nicer desk chair into his room for him, but he didn’t think the weight limit was anywhere near what he needed, so he was being extremely careful and only sitting in it when necessary. It was ninth period, and he thought that hauling around his huge body since 7:30 a.m. warranted finally sitting down.
The chair gave a loud squeak as he applied his full weight, and he heard a few snickers from over in the far left corner of the room. Joey and Eddie, again. He shook his head with a slight sigh. Their obvious amusement at his size didn’t really bother him, but he was anxious to get out of here today to see Piper and they were getting on his nerves. I don’t remember being this obnoxious when I was fifteen, geez, he thought. He saw a girl sitting near the two boys turn to them and tell them to shut up. She was rather pretty, with long dark hair, pale skin, and dark eyes, and quite a bit on the chubby side. Kelby, he remembered. She was one of the most talented students he had, and was polite and normally very quiet. He was surprised that she’d said anything to them.
Joey turned to her, and he heard the words “fat pig” drift up to the front of the room. Kelby flinched as Joey and Eddie laughed. Those assholes, he thought irritably. “Joey and Eddie,” he called to them. “You can hold hands and giggle about the first school dance on your own time. Do your work.”
He saw them scowl and turn their gazes back to their papers, muttering to each other. Kelby hung her head, and he could tell that she was trying not to cry. He hefted himself out of the chair and lumbered over to her. “That looks fantastic, Kelby,” he told her, looking down at her landscape. “Your shading is great. Have you ever done any trompe l’oeil?”
She sniffled a bit before she answered. “I, uh…I did a trompe l’oeil mural of bay windows looking out on the ocean in our dining room over the summer,” she answered quietly, keeping her eyes on her paper.
“That sounds awesome, you should take some pictures and bring them in for me to see.”
She looked up and gave him a watery smile. “Thanks, Mr. Swenson. I’ll bring some in for you.”
He returned her smile and gave her a light pat on the shoulder before he returned to his seat. He glanced at the clock. Only twenty-three more minutes before the final bell rang, and he could clean up and go home to get ready to see Piper. He was surprised at how excited he was to see her, as he didn’t think he’d really want to get into a relationship so soon after Sunny. But Piper was unlike any girl he’d ever met. Everything about her made him happy. Sunny was a distant shadow of a memory, banished with the light of Piper’s smile. And she didn’t even seem to mind his size. She was so…perfect. He hoped that she was at least half as excited about seeing him tonight as he was about seeing her.
To be continued...
Maybe because you’re finally letting yourself have what you really want, a part of her mind rationalized.
She didn’t want to, but she had to agree. Apart from being engaged by his conversational skills and obvious intelligence and charm, she had been absolutely smitten by his size. The way he moved; so confidently…it was obvious that his bulk wasn’t much of a hindrance to him, that he was used to it and almost proud of it. And the way he referred to his size so matter-of-factly…the way he would pat his belly, making his flesh jiggle madly, had almost been enough to bring her to tears of frustration that it wouldn’t be proper to drag him home to her bed right then. If he would even fit in her tiny twin-sized bed. She doubted that he would.
He was just dazzling. He had to be at least three hundred fifty pounds, she guessed, and was incredibly well-proportioned for someone so big. He had thick, strong arms and incredibly broad shoulders. His ass was round and – she giggled as she thought it, but it was the only way she could describe it – juicy, and his belly…wow. It was absolutely huge and so round and blubbery that she got the shivers just thinking about what it would be like to sink her fingers into it.
“What are you giggling about?” Kimmy asked as she came into the room, looking at Piper strangely.
“Oh!” Piper gasped. “I didn’t know you were here.” She panicked, wondering what she would tell her roommate if she asked her about Robbie. Nothing… She’ll just…she’ll just make fun of me, Piper reasoned.
“Yeah, I didn’t feel like going out with Laura and John and being the third wheel to their kissy-fest. So what’s so hilarious?”
“Uh, nothing…” she said, searching for an answer. “I just got off the phone with my sister; she’s drunk.”
“Ohh, silly little Penny. She’s hilarious when she’s trashed.”
“Yeah, definitely. So what’s up?”
“I have a date with Guy tomorrow night,” Kimmy sang, looking thrilled.
“Guy? What guy?” Piper asked, confused.
Kimmy rolled her eyes. “Guy is his name. The one I thought you were crushing on? Friends with that fat hippo who you gave your number to? You’re not mad, are you?”
“Oh! Sorry, I forgot that that was his name. No, of course I’m not mad. Where are you going?”
“I’m not sure yet, he said it was a surprise,” Kimmy told her. “Hey, whatever happened with that big fat guy? Did he ever call you?”
Piper swallowed hard. She could feel her face reddening, and once again cursed her propensity for blushing. “Robbie. Uh, no, he never did…” she trailed off.
“Good,” Kimmy said as she went into the kitchen. “That would just be awkward and weird.”
~*~*~
“Alright, I’ll let you work on your pieces for the rest of class. Just try to keep the volume at about an eight, okay?” Robbie told the class as he gingerly sat in his chair. They’d moved a nicer desk chair into his room for him, but he didn’t think the weight limit was anywhere near what he needed, so he was being extremely careful and only sitting in it when necessary. It was ninth period, and he thought that hauling around his huge body since 7:30 a.m. warranted finally sitting down.
The chair gave a loud squeak as he applied his full weight, and he heard a few snickers from over in the far left corner of the room. Joey and Eddie, again. He shook his head with a slight sigh. Their obvious amusement at his size didn’t really bother him, but he was anxious to get out of here today to see Piper and they were getting on his nerves. I don’t remember being this obnoxious when I was fifteen, geez, he thought. He saw a girl sitting near the two boys turn to them and tell them to shut up. She was rather pretty, with long dark hair, pale skin, and dark eyes, and quite a bit on the chubby side. Kelby, he remembered. She was one of the most talented students he had, and was polite and normally very quiet. He was surprised that she’d said anything to them.
Joey turned to her, and he heard the words “fat pig” drift up to the front of the room. Kelby flinched as Joey and Eddie laughed. Those assholes, he thought irritably. “Joey and Eddie,” he called to them. “You can hold hands and giggle about the first school dance on your own time. Do your work.”
He saw them scowl and turn their gazes back to their papers, muttering to each other. Kelby hung her head, and he could tell that she was trying not to cry. He hefted himself out of the chair and lumbered over to her. “That looks fantastic, Kelby,” he told her, looking down at her landscape. “Your shading is great. Have you ever done any trompe l’oeil?”
She sniffled a bit before she answered. “I, uh…I did a trompe l’oeil mural of bay windows looking out on the ocean in our dining room over the summer,” she answered quietly, keeping her eyes on her paper.
“That sounds awesome, you should take some pictures and bring them in for me to see.”
She looked up and gave him a watery smile. “Thanks, Mr. Swenson. I’ll bring some in for you.”
He returned her smile and gave her a light pat on the shoulder before he returned to his seat. He glanced at the clock. Only twenty-three more minutes before the final bell rang, and he could clean up and go home to get ready to see Piper. He was surprised at how excited he was to see her, as he didn’t think he’d really want to get into a relationship so soon after Sunny. But Piper was unlike any girl he’d ever met. Everything about her made him happy. Sunny was a distant shadow of a memory, banished with the light of Piper’s smile. And she didn’t even seem to mind his size. She was so…perfect. He hoped that she was at least half as excited about seeing him tonight as he was about seeing her.
To be continued...
“Oh, so close!” Robbie exclaimed as his neon yellow ball dipped into the hole and then rolled out again.
Piper laughed. “No PGA Tour for you, mister!” She swung expertly at her bright pink ball and watched as it neatly swooped into the tenth hole beneath the windmill.
“Geez, you should have warned me that you were a pro at this,” Robbie said, scratching his head. “All you said was that you liked mini-golf!”
She laughed again. “I’m sorry! Honestly, I’m just having a good night,” she said with a mischievous smirk.
He raised his eyebrow at that and returned her laugh. They were at a popular food and miniature golf place that was about twenty minutes outside town, and already they were both giggling and grinning like kids. They’d eaten first and were now working on their second round of golf.
“Ahh!” Robbie yelled in frustration as he missed the hole again. He threw up his arms, and Piper caught a glimpse of his gigantic belly, pale and jiggling, hanging over the waistband of his cargo shorts when his shirt lifted with his arms. She made a little choking noise and felt her face turn bright red as she stared, unable to tear her eyes from his big, blubbery middle. If there weren’t other people around… she thought, gripping her club tighter.
“I give up! Par three my big, fat ass! Hey, are you okay?” Robbie asked as he looked at her.
Piper let out her breath in a sharp burst at “big, fat ass” and began to cough, reddening her face further. “Y-yeah, I’m f-f-fine,” she answered, her voice high-pitched. “I just sw-swallowed f-funny.”
“Put your arms over your head,” he told her, demonstratively lifting his thick arms to the sky, once again displaying his thick, soft belly roll. “It helps.”
She sighed, almost reaching out to grab his flab before she stopped herself. Calm down, Piper! Pull it together! “I’m okay now,” she told him. “Sorry.”
“Sorry! You’d better be sorry,” he said, throwing his arm around her and squeezing her into his softness. “Who’s going to teach me how to mini-golf if you choke to death?” He grinned at her.
She gazed up at him, smiling back.
His smile softened a bit, and he leaned down and gently brushed his lips against hers. She immediately felt a wave of heat rush through her body and center in her lower abdomen at his touch. Her knees literally felt weak as they pulled away from each other, staring into each other’s eyes. “That was nice,” she told him in a quiet, dreamy voice.
He chuckled. “Yeah, it was. We should do more of that later.”
“Hey, lard-ass, move it! There are other people here!” someone called from behind them.
“Oops,” Robbie said to her, then more loudly, “sorry I’m too busy making out with a hot girl to improve the speed of my mini-golf game. We’ll move it right along, sir.”
Piper giggled, amazed at the easy way Robbie had of turning meanness around on its source and coming out the verbal winner in situations like these. If she hadn’t been so enamored by his huge body, it would have been easy to forget that he was so big – he was so confident and easygoing, never letting his size dictate his actions, except in situations where it was unavoidable, like it had been when they were eating.
Piper had led them over to a picnic table to sit, but Robbie had asked her if she’d mind sitting at a bench. She didn’t, of course, but didn’t understand why until she asked. Robbie had told her that the picnic table benches were attached to the tables here, and didn’t afford enough room for him to sit at one comfortably. While Piper had blushed and gone quiet, it was no big deal to Robbie. And even the few comments and insults she’d heard directed at him seemed to bounce right off of him. He’d either ignore them completely or have a clever comeback, like he just had. She wondered if it ever got tiresome for him, but he truly seemed to not be bothered by it.
They quickly finished their game, with Piper once again winning, and made their way back over to the food building to wait in line for ice cream.
“What are you going to get?” he asked her.
“A small cone of teaberry,” she told him.
“Teaberry? Wow, a woman of exotic tastes,” he joked.
“I don’t think teaberry’s all that exotic,” she laughed.
“Well, you’re talking to a chocolate marshmallow with hot fudge kind of guy.”
“Ooh, that does sound good…”
“You can try some if you let me have a bite of your teaberry.”
She smiled. “Okay.
“Geez, what a blimp.”
Robbie rolled his eyes. Piper looked around them, trying to locate the source of the comment. Standing behind them was a group of athletic-looking guys a few years younger than they were, looking tanned and disdainful.
“Hey,” one of them said to her, “what the hell is a hottie like you doing with a fatty like that?”
Piper’s skin flushed as she turned back to Robbie.
“She’s having a nice date with a fatty like me, which…hmm, there seems to be a distinct lack of girls with you. I wonder why,” Robbie told them. He shifted his mass ahead in line, putting some distance between them and the rude guys.
“You’re really good at that, you know,” Piper commented.
Robbie looked at her, surprised. “At what?”
“At turning things around like that. I wish I were better at it.”
He smiled at her. “Ah, insulting another man’s masculinity. An age-old practice, that. It requires much study of the fragile male ego. I can teach you, young grasshopper.” But then he sobered. “You know, there’s something I want to ask you.”
“Okay?”
He gazed at her, his face serious. “I really like you, Piper, and I have a really good feeling about this. But I have to know something before we go any further. If the answer is no, we can just enjoy our ice cream and call it a night, and that’ll be it, no hard feelings. Okay?”
She felt her heart pounding in her chest. He was acting awfully grim now, and it scared her. She nodded, biting her lip.
“This may seem kind of silly, but it’s important to me. Are you okay with my being this big? Like, are you alright with my weight?”
She let out her breath, which she hadn’t been aware she’d been holding. Oh, if only I could tell you just how okay with it I am, she thought wildly. But to Robbie, she just nodded shyly, smiling wide.
He grinned, and she could tell that he was relieved. “I’m awfully glad to hear that.” He leaned down and kissed her again, more deeply this time. When he pulled away, he whispered in her ear, “It’s adorable when you blush like that.”
To be continued...
Piper laughed. “No PGA Tour for you, mister!” She swung expertly at her bright pink ball and watched as it neatly swooped into the tenth hole beneath the windmill.
“Geez, you should have warned me that you were a pro at this,” Robbie said, scratching his head. “All you said was that you liked mini-golf!”
She laughed again. “I’m sorry! Honestly, I’m just having a good night,” she said with a mischievous smirk.
He raised his eyebrow at that and returned her laugh. They were at a popular food and miniature golf place that was about twenty minutes outside town, and already they were both giggling and grinning like kids. They’d eaten first and were now working on their second round of golf.
“Ahh!” Robbie yelled in frustration as he missed the hole again. He threw up his arms, and Piper caught a glimpse of his gigantic belly, pale and jiggling, hanging over the waistband of his cargo shorts when his shirt lifted with his arms. She made a little choking noise and felt her face turn bright red as she stared, unable to tear her eyes from his big, blubbery middle. If there weren’t other people around… she thought, gripping her club tighter.
“I give up! Par three my big, fat ass! Hey, are you okay?” Robbie asked as he looked at her.
Piper let out her breath in a sharp burst at “big, fat ass” and began to cough, reddening her face further. “Y-yeah, I’m f-f-fine,” she answered, her voice high-pitched. “I just sw-swallowed f-funny.”
“Put your arms over your head,” he told her, demonstratively lifting his thick arms to the sky, once again displaying his thick, soft belly roll. “It helps.”
She sighed, almost reaching out to grab his flab before she stopped herself. Calm down, Piper! Pull it together! “I’m okay now,” she told him. “Sorry.”
“Sorry! You’d better be sorry,” he said, throwing his arm around her and squeezing her into his softness. “Who’s going to teach me how to mini-golf if you choke to death?” He grinned at her.
She gazed up at him, smiling back.
His smile softened a bit, and he leaned down and gently brushed his lips against hers. She immediately felt a wave of heat rush through her body and center in her lower abdomen at his touch. Her knees literally felt weak as they pulled away from each other, staring into each other’s eyes. “That was nice,” she told him in a quiet, dreamy voice.
He chuckled. “Yeah, it was. We should do more of that later.”
“Hey, lard-ass, move it! There are other people here!” someone called from behind them.
“Oops,” Robbie said to her, then more loudly, “sorry I’m too busy making out with a hot girl to improve the speed of my mini-golf game. We’ll move it right along, sir.”
Piper giggled, amazed at the easy way Robbie had of turning meanness around on its source and coming out the verbal winner in situations like these. If she hadn’t been so enamored by his huge body, it would have been easy to forget that he was so big – he was so confident and easygoing, never letting his size dictate his actions, except in situations where it was unavoidable, like it had been when they were eating.
Piper had led them over to a picnic table to sit, but Robbie had asked her if she’d mind sitting at a bench. She didn’t, of course, but didn’t understand why until she asked. Robbie had told her that the picnic table benches were attached to the tables here, and didn’t afford enough room for him to sit at one comfortably. While Piper had blushed and gone quiet, it was no big deal to Robbie. And even the few comments and insults she’d heard directed at him seemed to bounce right off of him. He’d either ignore them completely or have a clever comeback, like he just had. She wondered if it ever got tiresome for him, but he truly seemed to not be bothered by it.
They quickly finished their game, with Piper once again winning, and made their way back over to the food building to wait in line for ice cream.
“What are you going to get?” he asked her.
“A small cone of teaberry,” she told him.
“Teaberry? Wow, a woman of exotic tastes,” he joked.
“I don’t think teaberry’s all that exotic,” she laughed.
“Well, you’re talking to a chocolate marshmallow with hot fudge kind of guy.”
“Ooh, that does sound good…”
“You can try some if you let me have a bite of your teaberry.”
She smiled. “Okay.
“Geez, what a blimp.”
Robbie rolled his eyes. Piper looked around them, trying to locate the source of the comment. Standing behind them was a group of athletic-looking guys a few years younger than they were, looking tanned and disdainful.
“Hey,” one of them said to her, “what the hell is a hottie like you doing with a fatty like that?”
Piper’s skin flushed as she turned back to Robbie.
“She’s having a nice date with a fatty like me, which…hmm, there seems to be a distinct lack of girls with you. I wonder why,” Robbie told them. He shifted his mass ahead in line, putting some distance between them and the rude guys.
“You’re really good at that, you know,” Piper commented.
Robbie looked at her, surprised. “At what?”
“At turning things around like that. I wish I were better at it.”
He smiled at her. “Ah, insulting another man’s masculinity. An age-old practice, that. It requires much study of the fragile male ego. I can teach you, young grasshopper.” But then he sobered. “You know, there’s something I want to ask you.”
“Okay?”
He gazed at her, his face serious. “I really like you, Piper, and I have a really good feeling about this. But I have to know something before we go any further. If the answer is no, we can just enjoy our ice cream and call it a night, and that’ll be it, no hard feelings. Okay?”
She felt her heart pounding in her chest. He was acting awfully grim now, and it scared her. She nodded, biting her lip.
“This may seem kind of silly, but it’s important to me. Are you okay with my being this big? Like, are you alright with my weight?”
She let out her breath, which she hadn’t been aware she’d been holding. Oh, if only I could tell you just how okay with it I am, she thought wildly. But to Robbie, she just nodded shyly, smiling wide.
He grinned, and she could tell that he was relieved. “I’m awfully glad to hear that.” He leaned down and kissed her again, more deeply this time. When he pulled away, he whispered in her ear, “It’s adorable when you blush like that.”
To be continued...
clockworklove
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This story keeps getting better-- and I love the little reference to 'Kelby and Will' too!
Browniestuff
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This story, once completed, will have achieved a place of honor beside the likes of kelli's big belly and Sarah makes a choice. Good work!
Sounds like you have a wide range of tastes in stories!
This is a lovely story, Undine - thank you for writing it! Waiting impatiently for more asap!
Bump & question were an excellent idea - I'd like to second it!
When will we hear more from Robbie, very soon, pleeeaaase Undine ?? :batting:
[Author's note: Sorry for the ridiculous delay, everyone. I've had wretched writer's block. I still don't even know where I'm going with the middle of this, haha. It'll be a surprise for us all!]
“So where were you last night?” Kimmy asked her, yawning widely as she entered the kitchen.
Piper dropped her spoon, splattering milk from her cereal all over the table. “Geez, Kimmy, you have got to stop sneaking up on me. You’re going to give me a heart attack.” She swallowed hard, trying to think of something to tell her friend that didn’t involve the truth.
Kimmy snorted. “Yeah, yeah, poor little miss space cadet.” She opened the refrigerator and pulled out the orange juice. “So where were you? I didn’t even hear you come in.”
Piper crammed a spoonful of cereal into her mouth to buy herself time to come up with an answer. She and Robbie had been seeing each other for about three weeks now, but she still hadn’t told anyone. They’d gone out for dinner and drinks last night, and had walked around town until the early hours of the morning, talking and laughing. “I…was with Penny,” she finally said.
“Oh, how is she?” Kimmy asked, not seeming to suspect anything.
“Oh, you know, going through another boy crisis. That’s why I was out so late.”
“Ugh,” Kimmy groaned. “I hate to say this, but that little sister of yours should take a page from your book and swear off guys for a while. She’s had nothing but horrible luck since she and Andrew broke up.”
“I know.”
“And you should maybe take a page from her book and start dating again,” Kimmy scolded her. “It’s been a couple months, Pipes.”
“I…I know.”
“Yeah, yeah, you don’t want to talk about it, I know.”
“Well how’s your dating life going? How’s Guy?”
Kimmy set down her glass of juice and gave piper a wicked grin. “Just fantastic, thank you very much. Guy is a sweetheart, and oh, lord, is he hot. You have got to see his abs…they’re like…omigosh.”
Piper unconsciously made a face at the mention of rock-hard abdominal muscles, something she’d certainly never been interested in.
“What? Don’t tell me you wouldn’t love to feel that beneath your fingers. Unless you’re one of those freaks who doesn’t like a nice, cut body on a guy.”
She reddened, panicked, not sure what to say. She can’t know…can she? I’ve never told anyone…she can’t have guessed. “No, my allergies are just acting up…my nose was itchy,” she lied.
“Yeah, your face is all red. Aren’t you taking your meds?”
“I forgot them last night; I got home too late.”
“You need to keep up with those, Pipes. One of these days your poor face is going to burst into flames.”
“You’re telling me,” she muttered bitterly.
“Okay, time to wake up,” Kimmy said, rubbing her hands over her face a few times. “Another audition today. Wish me luck!” she said as she left the room.
“Good luck,” Piper called after her, then breathed deeply in relief. She was starting to feel bad that Kimmy still didn’t know she was seeing Robbie, but she was terrified of what her roommate and best friend would say if she knew what Piper actually preferred. Kimmy would think she was a freak. She might even not want to be her friend anymore. And what if she introduced Robbie to her, and Kimmy was nasty to him? She loved her friend, but Kimmy was totally fat-phobic, and the last thing she wanted was for her best friend to insult the guy she was totally enamored with. But what if Robbie started becoming suspicious? Her whole charade would collapse, that’s what would happen.
Piper shook her head and sighed, wondering how she was going to keep juggling the disparate parts of her life.
~*~*~
Robbie was having a crappy day. It was only fifth period, and already he’d had to send four kids to the dean’s office, and half of the final watercolor projects he’d received in his Painting II class looked like kindergarteners had done them. To make matters worse, he’d forgotten his lunch at home, and was starving. He wasn’t used to going this long without food, and his stash of snacks he kept in his desk drawer was running dangerously low.
So he lumbered down the hallway and entered the cacophonous cafeteria, cringing at the volume of the teenagers allowed to bounce off the walls for one forty-minute period of the day. “Hey, Rob,” a fellow teacher who was on lunch duty, Jordan Kirin, called to him. “To what do we owe the honor? You never come down here.”
“Hey,” Robbie replied, inclining his head in acknowledgement. “Forgot my lunch. What are they having today?”
“Well, it’s supposed to be meatloaf, but…” Jordan grimaced.
Robbie sighed. “Great.”
“I think you might be better off with the salad bar anyway, big guy,” Jordan suggested, glancing meaningfully at Robbie’s midsection.
“Yeah,” he replied, choosing to ignore the unsolicited advice, “at least they can’t mess up lettuce, right?”
Jordan laughed as Robbie walked away, trying to suppress his irritation. You’re just hungry, he told himself, don’t let it get to you.
He made his way over to the salad bar and surveyed the depressingly sparse array. “They don’t even have any croutons,” he muttered. He began to load up a plate with as much as he could, all the while cursing himself for forgetting his leftover fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and macaroni and cheese on his counter at home.
Robbie glanced up as he replaced the tongs and saw Kelby, from his 2-D design class, sitting a few tables away from where he was standing. She was staring off in his direction with a dreamy smile on her pretty face, tapping her fingers along to the music she must have been listening to on the mp3 player on the table in front of her. She really was extremely pretty, Robbie thought, and adorably chubby. She was his favorite student, and not just because she was a talented artist. His heart truly hurt for her, for all the teasing she endured because of her softer body. He knew what it was like to endure the laughter and comments of others in the name of your appearance. He hoped that, in time, she’d become as adept as he was at brushing it off, since he knew that people didn’t get any nicer as one got older.
He gave her a little wave, and suddenly her cheeks reddened as she sat up straight in her chair, her eyes wide. She returned his wave quickly, then pulled a book out of her bag and opened it and started reading.
What was that all about? he wondered silently. But he forgot about it as soon as he looked at the dressing selection. “Fat free ranch and fat free Italian. Great.”
“So where were you last night?” Kimmy asked her, yawning widely as she entered the kitchen.
Piper dropped her spoon, splattering milk from her cereal all over the table. “Geez, Kimmy, you have got to stop sneaking up on me. You’re going to give me a heart attack.” She swallowed hard, trying to think of something to tell her friend that didn’t involve the truth.
Kimmy snorted. “Yeah, yeah, poor little miss space cadet.” She opened the refrigerator and pulled out the orange juice. “So where were you? I didn’t even hear you come in.”
Piper crammed a spoonful of cereal into her mouth to buy herself time to come up with an answer. She and Robbie had been seeing each other for about three weeks now, but she still hadn’t told anyone. They’d gone out for dinner and drinks last night, and had walked around town until the early hours of the morning, talking and laughing. “I…was with Penny,” she finally said.
“Oh, how is she?” Kimmy asked, not seeming to suspect anything.
“Oh, you know, going through another boy crisis. That’s why I was out so late.”
“Ugh,” Kimmy groaned. “I hate to say this, but that little sister of yours should take a page from your book and swear off guys for a while. She’s had nothing but horrible luck since she and Andrew broke up.”
“I know.”
“And you should maybe take a page from her book and start dating again,” Kimmy scolded her. “It’s been a couple months, Pipes.”
“I…I know.”
“Yeah, yeah, you don’t want to talk about it, I know.”
“Well how’s your dating life going? How’s Guy?”
Kimmy set down her glass of juice and gave piper a wicked grin. “Just fantastic, thank you very much. Guy is a sweetheart, and oh, lord, is he hot. You have got to see his abs…they’re like…omigosh.”
Piper unconsciously made a face at the mention of rock-hard abdominal muscles, something she’d certainly never been interested in.
“What? Don’t tell me you wouldn’t love to feel that beneath your fingers. Unless you’re one of those freaks who doesn’t like a nice, cut body on a guy.”
She reddened, panicked, not sure what to say. She can’t know…can she? I’ve never told anyone…she can’t have guessed. “No, my allergies are just acting up…my nose was itchy,” she lied.
“Yeah, your face is all red. Aren’t you taking your meds?”
“I forgot them last night; I got home too late.”
“You need to keep up with those, Pipes. One of these days your poor face is going to burst into flames.”
“You’re telling me,” she muttered bitterly.
“Okay, time to wake up,” Kimmy said, rubbing her hands over her face a few times. “Another audition today. Wish me luck!” she said as she left the room.
“Good luck,” Piper called after her, then breathed deeply in relief. She was starting to feel bad that Kimmy still didn’t know she was seeing Robbie, but she was terrified of what her roommate and best friend would say if she knew what Piper actually preferred. Kimmy would think she was a freak. She might even not want to be her friend anymore. And what if she introduced Robbie to her, and Kimmy was nasty to him? She loved her friend, but Kimmy was totally fat-phobic, and the last thing she wanted was for her best friend to insult the guy she was totally enamored with. But what if Robbie started becoming suspicious? Her whole charade would collapse, that’s what would happen.
Piper shook her head and sighed, wondering how she was going to keep juggling the disparate parts of her life.
~*~*~
Robbie was having a crappy day. It was only fifth period, and already he’d had to send four kids to the dean’s office, and half of the final watercolor projects he’d received in his Painting II class looked like kindergarteners had done them. To make matters worse, he’d forgotten his lunch at home, and was starving. He wasn’t used to going this long without food, and his stash of snacks he kept in his desk drawer was running dangerously low.
So he lumbered down the hallway and entered the cacophonous cafeteria, cringing at the volume of the teenagers allowed to bounce off the walls for one forty-minute period of the day. “Hey, Rob,” a fellow teacher who was on lunch duty, Jordan Kirin, called to him. “To what do we owe the honor? You never come down here.”
“Hey,” Robbie replied, inclining his head in acknowledgement. “Forgot my lunch. What are they having today?”
“Well, it’s supposed to be meatloaf, but…” Jordan grimaced.
Robbie sighed. “Great.”
“I think you might be better off with the salad bar anyway, big guy,” Jordan suggested, glancing meaningfully at Robbie’s midsection.
“Yeah,” he replied, choosing to ignore the unsolicited advice, “at least they can’t mess up lettuce, right?”
Jordan laughed as Robbie walked away, trying to suppress his irritation. You’re just hungry, he told himself, don’t let it get to you.
He made his way over to the salad bar and surveyed the depressingly sparse array. “They don’t even have any croutons,” he muttered. He began to load up a plate with as much as he could, all the while cursing himself for forgetting his leftover fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and macaroni and cheese on his counter at home.
Robbie glanced up as he replaced the tongs and saw Kelby, from his 2-D design class, sitting a few tables away from where he was standing. She was staring off in his direction with a dreamy smile on her pretty face, tapping her fingers along to the music she must have been listening to on the mp3 player on the table in front of her. She really was extremely pretty, Robbie thought, and adorably chubby. She was his favorite student, and not just because she was a talented artist. His heart truly hurt for her, for all the teasing she endured because of her softer body. He knew what it was like to endure the laughter and comments of others in the name of your appearance. He hoped that, in time, she’d become as adept as he was at brushing it off, since he knew that people didn’t get any nicer as one got older.
He gave her a little wave, and suddenly her cheeks reddened as she sat up straight in her chair, her eyes wide. She returned his wave quickly, then pulled a book out of her bag and opened it and started reading.
What was that all about? he wondered silently. But he forgot about it as soon as he looked at the dressing selection. “Fat free ranch and fat free Italian. Great.”
Wonderful - at least we get an appetizer again!
I hope your writer's block heals quickly - because you're doing an excellent job here with the alternating perspectives of the two protagonists. Sometimes that can be very artificial, but here it adds up to a very well rounded perspective on the characters and gives room for supporting roles (which I have a major penchant for).
So more soon please!
I hope your writer's block heals quickly - because you're doing an excellent job here with the alternating perspectives of the two protagonists. Sometimes that can be very artificial, but here it adds up to a very well rounded perspective on the characters and gives room for supporting roles (which I have a major penchant for).
So more soon please!
Aww, thank you! :blush: You give me too much credit.
I actually am in the middle of writing a novel...and one of the main characters is a BHM...but it's been slow going, thanks to the writer's block. :doh:
Wonderful - at least we get an appetizer again!
I hope your writer's block heals quickly - because you're doing an excellent job here with the alternating perspectives of the two protagonists. Sometimes that can be very artificial, but here it adds up to a very well rounded perspective on the characters and gives room for supporting roles (which I have a major penchant for).
So more soon please!
:blush: Thank you so much! I wanted to try something a little different with this one, because I felt that both characters wanted their own voices, and I also had to find a way to squeeze Kelby in there. It's been a challenge, let me tell ya!
clockworklove
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Fantastic, as always! I get very caught up in your stories, and this one is no exception-- I literally told my boyfriend that Piper needs to be honest with Kimmy while reading this, and since he has no idea who they are I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm crazy. And I think that's the sign of excellent writing!
Ahahahaha, that's great. What did he say when you told him that? And thanks so much for the compliments!
clockworklove
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He gave me the puzzled face. I gave him a very condensed rundown of the plot, and he 1) agreed that the double-life thing isn't going to go over well, and 2) rolled his eyes at me and said "you and your stories". So I believe that might be a seconded compliment...
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