One Good Man by Ashblonde (~FFA ~BHM, Romance)

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Island Girl

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Sep 19, 2007
ACK! :eek: Please don't leave us hanging! I'm really loving reading a story with a confident BHM. :wubu:


Busy writing
May 8, 2006
Part Six

The next week I was back at work, and back to reality. Although, I had been totally altered by my vacation flirtation disaster with Will. Jack called me for a date but I wasn’t up to it. The following week I met with Jayson in Chicago but didn’t feel like having one of our flings.

“I’m sorry Jayson, I’m just getting over a flu bug,” I lied.

Three more hot, humid and miserable weeks passed since I returned from Hilton Head and I still couldn’t shake the cloud over my head. Will letting me down had really affected my attitude. I was questioning how I could fall in love that fast, but it felt like my world had less sparkle without him. How was that possible? I had known him for only two days.

I decided I had to shake this once and for all, so I threw myself into other things to take my mind off of Will. I started intense training for the Houston marathon, Jenna pulled me into her book club, and I even signed up for an Indian cooking class.

A couple of more weeks went by and I was in Philly for a project kickoff meeting. I had plans to see Mason. Why not? I figured; nothing like a meaningless tryst with a hot guy to kill whatever numbness still lingered inside me. He wanted to take me to some new French bistro style restaurant downtown and I needed the idea of a good time with a gorgeous guy.

I was driving over the Ben Franklin Bridge to meet him when I got a call from Jenna.

“When do you fly back?” Jenna wanted to know.

“There’s another short meeting tomorrow morning, and then I’m back in the afternoon,” I informed her.

“So… David’s coming into Houston in the morning on business and I have plans to see him tomorrow night,” she told me with trepidation in her voice.

“Sounds cool,” I tried to be positive and mask my jealousy.

“Listen,” she said, “Will is flying in with him,” she admitted.

I was silent.

“Hey, are you there?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m just trying not to think about him,” I reminded her.

“I know,” she understood, “it’s just that he wants to see you and explain.”

I started to get angry, “Explain what? That he’s got a girlfriend? Nothing more to explain there.”

“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger,” she defended herself. “Do you want me to tell David that you don’t want to see Will?”

“That would be a lie,” I confessed.

“Then you do?” She was confused.

“Fine,” I agreed, “I must be a glutton for punishment, but fine.”

My heart pounded so loud I could hear it through my chest.

“Should I give him your cell number?” she asked.

“Sure, why not,” I tried to seem calm, but my heart was now up in my throat.

I drove to the restaurant thinking about Will and feeling very confused. Did he just want to see me to smooth things over? And especially since Jenna was seeing David now, there was always the possibility I would see him again. Maybe he wanted to “just be friends.”

The idea of just being friends with Will made me ache inside.

I entered the restaurant and saw Mason standing by the bar. He was fatter again and looking so incredibly good. He was the perfect diversion for me; pure, raw sexuality with no strings attached. I couldn’t bear another entanglement.

“Mason!” I hugged him tightly, feeling the rolling softness along his back.

He felt my hands dig in to his body.

“I knew you would approve,” he smirked at me.

“Approve of what?” I played the dumb flirt.

“I am getting pretty big,” he whispered in my ear with a smile. He really knew how to turn me on.

“You don’t seem too upset by it,” I giggled.

“I have days that I want to kick myself, but when it makes a woman happy, I kind of like it,” he admitted. I knew he saw other women, at least some of whom liked his growing weight. He was an FFA magnet.

“You look awesome, seriously,” I reinforced what he already knew. His classic good looks and increasingly soft body seemed like just what I needed to move on past my obsession with Will.

We enjoyed dinner and I started to feel like my old self. I had every intention of letting Mason have his way with me that night. Until he asked me, “How was your trip to Hilton Head?”

“It was fine,” I must have seemed less enthusiastic than I should have because he questioned my answer.

“Not so great? How was the weather?”

“Oh, the weather was fabulous, we were at the beach every day,” I explained.

“I like the idea of you on the beach,” he mused sweetly. “So why the long face?”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Oh wait,” he nodded knowingly, “a dude.”

I turned red.

“How did you know?” I asked.

“I have three sisters who attract dysfunctional relationships,” he laughed. “A woman with man issues is usually obvious to me.”

He dragged the general story out of me. I held back the depth of my feelings, but Mason was a very perceptive guy.

“Girlfriend? Meh, it’s not like he’s married,” he reasoned, “I wouldn’t have let that stop me,” he joked.

I’m not sure if Mason realized it, but those flippant words ruined his chance at getting lucky with me that night. He cast doubt on my resolution to forget about Will and I was right back at square one. What if I still had a chance with him?

After our meal, Mason asked me over to his place, but I declined.

“You know I would love to join you, but I have a really early meeting tomorrow,” I told him to soften the blow. I did give him a very sexy kiss though. He deserved it for being a surprising source of insight for me.

I squirmed through that morning meeting, raced to the airport and flew home to Houston with new resolve.

(Continued in post 26 on page two of this thread)


Busy writing
May 8, 2006
Part Seven

When I turned on my cell phone after the flight, there was a voicemail from area code 919; it was a call from Raleigh. I waited until I was on the beltway before listening to the message. On the other end was Will’s sexy southern voice. His tone was cool and composed, like a business call. “Hi Alyssa, it’s Will. I’m here in Houston and would like to see you. Give me a call when you get a chance.”

I thought he must be made of granite. Two months had passed after our awkward farewell and he was over it, but I was not. What would I say? The Friday afternoon traffic was too treacherous for me to risk a conversation that distracting, so I waited until I got home to call him back.

He answered right away.

“Hi Will, it’s Alyssa,” I put on a cheery voice. My heart banged so loud that my head could feel it.

“Hi Alyssa,” he said sweetly. “How are you?”

“Um, great, just a little tired from traveling. The weather was bad in Philly, so my flight was delayed and then I got stuck in heavy traffic coming home,” I was babbling.

“Aw, that’s the worst, especially when you just want to get home after a long trip,” he commiserated.

“Exactly,” I sighed.

“So… then do you think you’d be up for dinner tonight?” He asked, twisting me in more knots.

“Um, yeah, I don’t have any plans,” I tried to be cool. What was I getting myself back into?

“David and Jenna wanted to know if you and I would like to join them at Fogo de Chao,” he reported casually.

“I haven’t been there in ages but I know it well. Great place to take customers.” At least I had the home field advantage.

“I’ve heard it’s good. There’s a Brazilian place in Raleigh but David said this one is better. Can you meet us there at 7:30?”

I agreed and hung up. That was quick. In less than a day, I went from almost over him to right back under his spell. I figured I must be the biggest fool in the world.

It was already 6:15, so I kicked myself into high gear to get ready. I put on a slinky, curve hugging black wrap top and paired it with my white sateen gauchos and black and white slingback sandals. I quickly ran a curling brush my hair to give it a smooth and shiny look, and finished the outfit off with my onyx earrings and matching drop necklace. I checked the mirror and liked what I saw, hoping Will might like it too.

I only lived a couple of miles away from the restaurant, so I had the biggest butterflies in my stomach knowing that I was about to see Will in just a few minutes. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.

When I arrived at the restaurant, Jenna was walking in so I flagged her down and we walked in together.

“Are you nervous to see Will again?” she asked

“Can you tell?” I asked.

“Well you’re freaking gorgeous, so you’ve got that covered. Whatever the situation is, he’ll be knocked out by how awesome you look.” It was her turn to stroke my ego. I definitely needed it.

We walked in the door and there stood David… and Will. The butterflies in my stomach turned into stampeding horses and I was pretty sure he had gotten even better looking. He wore a navy blue polo shirt that fit around his softness really well with light khaki pants. It would have been a boring outfit on a thinner guy, but he really made it look sexy. With that dazzling smile and luscious, billowing belly, I was hooked right back into him.

Jenna hugged David while I shook Will’s hand. I wanted to hug him tightly, but I didn’t want to cross the line with a taken man. And the way he looked at me with his hungry eyes gave me a bittersweet feeling. How could he make me wish for a chance with him when he knew that I shouldn’t get my hopes up?

We all sat down and made small talk. I tried not to look at Will too much, but every time I caught his eye I felt such sexual tension that I almost couldn’t bear it. He seemed so confident and self-assured that I felt any strength I had left being pulled under his power.

We decided on wine, and thankfully, a few sips eased my anxiety. As we chatted, Will stood up to take a phone call.

“I’m really sorry, I have to take this. Go ahead and get started,” and he excused himself.

The restaurant had a fabulous salad buffet so the three of us went up to fill our plates with salads, cheeses and smoked salmon. Will was still gone on his call.

Jenna asked David, “Is it a business call?”

“I hope so. We’re waiting for a decision from a customer on a really big project. This one is huge for our business,” he informed us.

“I’m crossing my fingers for you,” Jenna chirped like a bird. I nodded to him in agreement.

Will came back to the table with a huge grin, “We got the job.”

David clenched his fist, “Yes!”

Jenna clapped her hands, and I smiled warmly at Will, “Congratulations.”

“It’s been a rough couple of months,” Will sighed. “I’m just glad it’s over.”

“It’s not over,” David joked. “Now we have a ton of work to do.”

He paused and then chuckled, “Unless of course you’re talking about your ex, in which case, I’m glad that’s over too.”

Will glared at David.

“What?” David smiled, “Am I wrong?”

“It’s just, I haven’t talked about it… “ he trailed off.

David looked at Will with big eyes.

“Sorry, man. I thought you already…” he stopped.

We all sat silent. The excitement I felt over this news caused me to feel too much emotion at once. The lump that had been sitting in my stomach for weeks rose up into my throat and was stuck there. I took a large gulp of water and choked a little.

“I, um, have to use the ladies room.” I jumped up and hurried away from the table.

I stood in the ladies room washing my hands under cool water for a minute. I had not expected to hear that Will’s relationship was over. At least that’s what I thought I understood. I couldn’t think straight. What was I supposed to do now? Play it cool? Give him space? Go in for the kill?

Jenna came into the ladies room.

“Are you okay?” She asked with a big grin.

“So is it true? Will is single now?” I asked her.

“Yep,” she kept grinning, “He dumped her a month ago.”

“A month ago?” Bewildered, I sat down on the chair in the lounge.

“That’s what he said after you left the table,” she confirmed.

“So let’s go back and just enjoy dinner,” she nudged me. I took a deep breath and followed her back.

“Sorry, I choked a little on my water, I didn’t want to make a spectacle here at the table,” I excused my abrupt departure. Will stood up and pulled my chair out for me to sit down. We were all silent again for a few more moments. No one seemed to know what to say.

David broke the silence.

“So this new project is going to bring us back to Houston again in a couple of weeks,” he shared.

Jenna looked and me and then smiled at David and Will, “I hope you make time to see us.”

I glanced at Will. He gave me a warm look and I felt my face flush. This back and forth of glances and smiles continued throughout the meal. Despite my nerves, Will seemed content. He was still smooth, charming and unaffected. He ate heartily, while I sat in awe of him, barely able to swallow much of anything.

When dinner was winding down and we were finishing our tres leches cake, David announced that he and Jenna were going to a country bar to go dancing.

“I know you hate country music, Alyssa, but it could be fun,” Jenna urged me.

I looked at Will, admiring his well-fed belly from the side. He had a stunning shape and I was so smitten with him I would have followed him anywhere he wanted to go. But thankfully he shared a similar opinion, “I’m not a fan either. Just because I’m a southern boy, doesn’t mean I’m a redneck too.”

That was music to my ears. As cute as it would be to see Will jiggling around a dance floor, I knew I’d much rather spend time with him in a quiet, more intimate setting.

“The hotel you’re staying at has a really nice observation deck attached to the bar,” I suggested.

“That’s more my speed,” Will nodded to me.

I looked at David and Jenna, “Do you two mind boot scooting without us?”

They agreed and we all walked out together.

Walking down the steps toward the parking lot, Will put his hand on my back to guide me and it felt amazing. It was a simple touch, but a gesture that said, “I care about you.”

I followed Will back to his hotel, my body feeling light as air, hoping for a fresh start with him.

(continued in post 30 of this thread)

ESPN Cutie

Missing the South.
Mar 27, 2008
OMG!!! You're so great:bow: and amazing:bow:; I love this story! I keep checking for updates - I can't handle the suspense!!

I like that this is a story where the guy is confident and its the girls who is confused and unsure about her feelings - she doesn't have to do all the purusing. And I like that they reconnected rather quickly.


Busy writing
May 8, 2006
Part Eight

We sat down next to each other on a bench overlooking the uptown area. I pointed out a few buildings and landmarks, while checking his girth out from the side. It felt nice to know that now I had a better shot at holding that soft body of his. I was a little lost in thought about how his bulges would feel in my hands when he brought up our ill-fated vacation date.

“I really want to apologize again for how I left things in Hilton Head,” he explained.

“No, you don’t have to. You were honest and that’s all I could ask for,” I absolved him.

“I really didn’t tell you the whole story,” he continued. “Wendy was still living with me, but we had been falling apart for a while,” he paused and took a deep breath and looked me in the eyes. “I didn’t tell you more because it seemed calculating, you know? To use that as an excuse to cheat would be kind of low.”

Before I could say more, he elaborated. “And… I was embarrassed about the situation,” he admitted. “We broke up over my weight.”

Will hadn’t said much about his bulk and I didn’t know whether he was self conscious about it. He certainly hadn’t really acted like it bothered him.

“She didn’t like your size?” I asked directly.

“That’s an understatement,” he chuckled. “She always talked about getting counseling for our relationship, but really she just wanted me to get diet counseling.”

I made a disapproving face, “It doesn’t sound like you were meant to be together.”

“I guess not. I was heavy when we met. Shoot, I’ve always been fat, but I think she thought she could change me or something,” he explained. I was glad to know that he had always been fat; that meant it was more likely that he would stay fat.

I shook my head. “I have to ask, why would she invest in a relationship with someone she wanted to change?”

“Honestly, looking back, I think she liked my money and security,” he acknowledged.

“I can’t say I think very highly of her,” I admitted out loud.

He smirked and continued, “Meeting you made me realize that I didn’t have to settle for someone who found me unattractive,” he paused and then smiled, “and that I could be with someone new.”

I smiled back, “Just anyone new?”

“Well, I’m not saying I broke up with her for you, but to have an incredibly beautiful woman tell me that she finds me attractive makes me think I might have a shot at another date,” he grinned.

I blushed and looked down. Talk about understatements; he had a shot at more than just that. “Will, I have a confession to make too,” I started. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot over the last couple of months.”

He tilted his sweet face, “Really?”

I nodded, “Can’t you tell that I’ve been a total basket case around you all night? And you’ve been a rock. You seem so calm and cool about all of this,” I uttered with exasperation.

“It helps to know that you like big guys,” he grinned.

“What?” I was taken aback. What did he know about my tendencies?

“Jenna told David you date big teddy bears,” he laughed.

“Jenna has a big mouth,” I shook my head and smirked. Then I looked at him seriously, “Does that bother you at all?” I didn't want to freak him out and scare him away.

“Bother me? It’s the greatest news ever,” he laughed more. “How lucky am I?”

“I don’t know… how lucky are you?” I flirted

He finally blushed, “I never did get to finish that kiss on the beach.”

“Well I tried to,” I flirted more, looking into his eyes.

He gently put his hand under my chin, pulled my lips to his and gave me a soft but intense kiss. I almost melted all over the bench. I pulled back, looked at him and smiled and went in for a bigger kiss. He responded in kind.

This sexy moment that I’d been waiting for was interrupted by Will’s cell phone. He leaned back to make room for his belly and pulled it out of his pocket, “I’m sorry, I have to take this,” he winced. I understood; he was closing the deal that brought him to Houston.

He stood up and paced in front of me, having a persuasive conversation with his new customer. He was very in command; with his hand in one pocket, discussing the software he designed for a gas pipeline application. My eyes were admiring his rotund frame while my brain was soaking up his intelligence.

He paused to listen to the caller on the other end and then glanced over, catching me inspect his body. I coquettishly looked down and then back up at him with a smile. He cocked his head and gazed for a few moments with a smiling look of desire that made me feel exhilaration.

I stood up and walked past him, giving him my sexiest ‘come hither’ look. He followed behind me abruptly finishing his conversation, “I really have to go, I’ll call you tomorrow,” was all I heard. I turned around to see him waddling behind me with a smile on his adorable face. I loved the idea that he was sort of chasing after me. I had pined for him for so many weeks, and now it was his turn to show me how much he wanted me.

As we walked out of the bar, we found ourselves in a hallway corridor. He took my hand, pulled me close to him and pressed his lips deeply into mine. All of that sexual tension finally let loose when I grabbed his blubbery love handles while he thrust himself into me. The feeling of losing control was odd and disorienting yet it filled me with pleasure.

I forgot where we were for a minute when a couple of twenty-something men walked into the hallway to enter the bar catching us in a very intense make out moment. They looked us both up and down and I grinned at them like a cat that had eaten a canary. They continued into the bar laughing with each other.

“I suppose they’ve never seen a guy so fat with a girl so sexy,” Will scoffed.

“I don’t know about that. We really were making a scene, you know,” I reasoned. Yet I couldn’t help but realize how small I looked in contrast to his huge frame. That visual itself was a bit of a spectacle.

“Perhaps we should make our scene a little more private?” Will suggested. He was bold and I loved it.

I nodded. He took my hand and led me up to his room.

ESPN Cutie

Missing the South.
Mar 27, 2008
Once again, great update!!!:bow: Loving it, can't wait for the next part.:D


Well-Known Member
Jun 20, 2008
I've pretty much been M.I.A. all summer, but I've made a point of checking this story regularly haha. I like :).


Busy writing
May 8, 2006
Gah! Sorry, after a productive start, this one took some extra time to swim around in head. So without further adieu...


Busy writing
May 8, 2006
Part Nine

I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, savoring the moments before I hit the belly jackpot. He kissed me and whispered in my ear, “Are you sure you want to do that?”

“Mmmm, yes, Will. I’ve been waiting ever since I laid eyes on you to get your shirt off,” I admitted.

“You’re such a liar,” he laughed, but stopped my hands for a moment to kiss me.

I reached my hand up to his face, touched him under his soft chin and playfully smiled, “Do you remember seeing me the first time? In the hotel bar?”

“How could I forget?” he recalled.

“I thought you were the most incredibly handsome man,” I told him.

“You don’t have to tell me that to get me into bed, you know” he joked.

“I’m just telling you so you understand that I can’t wait to get you into bed,” I fed off of his playfulness.

He grabbed me around the waist, kissed me again and admitted, “When I first saw you, I was a little amazed by the way you looked at me.”

“Your eyes overwhelmed me,” I told him honestly.

He gave me a sweet little smirk. He had great lips.

“And then when I saw the rest of you,” I grazed my hand over his soft paunch, “I was pretty much mesmerized.”

He turned a little red with the combination of my touch and my admiration.

“Are you a little shy?” I teased him, grabbing a handful of his love handle.

“I could be,” he charmed me with his sudden modesty, “but I have a feeling you’re not going to let me be shy.”

I gave him a kittenish half-smile, "No way, I've been wanting this for far too long," my fingers danced lightly along his chest and belly, back to the last buttons on his shirt.

His eyes grew big and I unbuttoned more, down to the last one, revealing a hint of flesh peeking out from a too small undershirt. I finally got a glimpse of my soft, jiggly prize. My fingers grazed along his hanging goodness and I gave him a deep kiss. He gave me a powerful kiss back.

I pulled him playfully onto the bed, enjoying the way his fat undulated from the gentle impact of his landing. Any shyness or self-doubt that lingered from my anxiety over him finally evaporated and I couldn’t resist him to save my life. I pounced on him with more kisses and caresses.

“Seriously,” he paused, looking into my eyes and running his fingers through my hair, “where did you come from?”

“Wyoming, originally,” I smiled.

“Is that where they hide the hot women who like fat guys?” He joked.

“I don’t think it’s a geography thing,” I smirked. “But if it is, the South certainly does produce some stunning men,” I flattered him back.

He looked at me bewildered, but I kept kissing him; harder, longer, sexier kisses. I helped him remove his button down shirt, leaving just a snug undershirt showing the details of his delicious roundness.

Putting my hand under his shirt, I explored his velvety, luscious chest. I lifted it up over his head and drank in the fine details of his upper body, from the cute little pockets of fat on his upper arms, along to the deep creases on the sides of his body down to his belly hanging playfully over his pants.

I saw a hint of discomfort in his eyes, so I gave him another wet kiss and whispered in his ear, “Will, you have a fantastic body.”

He looked at me like I was joking. “Mmm hmmm…” he smirked, but continued to caress my waist.

I kissed his body, down to his tummy, enjoying it’s gentle shake every time he moved just a little bit. His fat was soft and yielding, but his shape was broad and sturdy too. My hands went down under his belly and I started to work on his belt buckle.

“Wait a minute,” he drawled, “what about you?” tugging on my shirt with a sly smile.

His chubby fingers slid under my clingy shirt and pushed it up over my head. He kissed my breasts and pulled back for a moment to take a look. He fingers grazed over my black satin bra and he murmured, “You are incredible.”

Will made me feel so good. Wanting one particular man’s approval was new to me. I wasn’t sure I had ever been in love, and had always looked at sex like something pleasurable rather than something profound. But in his arms I was falling deeper.

He unzipped my gauchos and I rose up to let them fall off of me. I stood, in front of him, in just my matching bra and panties, feeling vulnerable and yet very, very sexy. There I was, offering myself to this gorgeous, round man, who I had serious feelings for, hoping to stir the lust in him that he had been stirring in me for months now.

He pulled me back onto the bed and helped me continue to take his clothes off. My hand trailed along his thigh and up between his thick legs. It was clear that he was as attracted to me as I was to him. I was madly craving to have him in me, but I wanted to savor discovering his softness. So I continued to kiss him and fondle his body before I let him go farther.

Will didn’t let me keep my cool, though. He put his hand between my legs and drove me wild with his touch. The combination of grabbing his full love handles, watching his body quiver and feeling his hands on me caused a rush that caused me to lose all self-control.

“Don’t hold back, please,” I begged in a whisper. He pulled my panties down slowly to tease me. All of a sudden he knew he had an enormous amount of power over me and I found the aggressive look in his eyes incredibly exciting. He had captured his prey and was about to feast.

I surrendered to him completely and let him have me. I had been experienced in the mechanics and physical sensations of sex, and I knew well what it was to enjoy the sensual delights that an attractive fat guy could give me. Yet Will stood apart as a man I could be with for more than just fleeting affairs and hotel escapades. I took myself off the market and found pure happiness in the understanding that I would be dedicated to this one good man.


Busy writing
May 8, 2006
I'm not sure that I have much more for these two lovebirds at the moment, so this seems like the denouement for now. Will is a dream man and I think Alyssa is good to go. I have ideas about how they would bridge their long distance relationship... but for now I will leave them to bask in the delishy yumminess of new love.


Aug 20, 2007
Thank you so much for this sweet conclusion to such a lovely story. It provided some much-needed giddiness and "aww!" moments after a crappy week. :)

ESPN Cutie

Missing the South.
Mar 27, 2008
Once again GREAT JOB.:D Thanks!:bow:

I can't wait for your next work (no pressure, though)!;)

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