One Crazy Week
Copyright© 2024 Freya Gersemi. All rights reserved.
Chapter 13
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13 - The star of this story is big, bold, beautiful, curvy, sexy, uninhibited, fun Cynthia. She's been a fan favorite character of mine and now she gets her very own starring role! It’s a wild, wacky, crazy roller coaster ride in the first week of her relationship with Alex. “Perfect combination of contrasts and surprises.” “Sucked me in instantly.” “Cyn’s a cynful treat. Wicked blowjob scene too.” Posted weekly! eBook available at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Humor Anal Sex First Oral Sex BBW Big Breasts
“That was an amazing date,” Alex told her as they sat in his car in front of her house.
“Pfft,” Cyn scoffed. “This was nothing. The third date will be the amazing one.”
Alex looked at her face, vaguely lit up by the streetlight overhead but really almost luminescent with its own inner aura. “I don’t doubt it.”
Friday came and Alex was ringing Cyn’s doorbell in eager anticipation. This anticipation was evident in the semi that he had been sporting most of the last two days. Judging by the speed that Cyn seemed to work, he figured they’d be in bed within twenty minutes, so she surprised him – yet again – when she answered the door, gave him a soft kiss, accepted his flowers, then suggested they go to the carnival that had been set up for the weekend in the field behind the town hall.
In the car, Cyn complimented him on his choice of flowers. “You know how much I love sunflowers! They’re beautiful. Thank you.”
“Sure,” Alex replied, his erection had faded, but oddly, he wasn’t that disappointed. He knew what she had said about their third date, and knew that it would happen. This was simply what she was. He believed that Cyn was an entire universe within herself and he was just happy to be caught somewhere in her orbit.
Sex or no sex, Alex had become hopelessly infatuated with her.
At the carnival, they rode some rides – Cyn really liked the most exciting ones, of course – they saw a trained dog show, played some of the rigged games, laughed, and ate.
And ate.
And ate.
At least Cyn did.
Alex watched as she consumed an almost constant parade of fried foods interspersed with sugary treats. This was now the third “meal” that they had shared and he was amazed at her appetite and the completely uninhibited way that she savored every bite. As she was enjoying some fried dough, she paused and looked at him.
Her mouth covered in powdered sugar, she told him, “It’s our third date. Time for a confession.”
“Okay,” Alex cautiously said.
“I know what you’re thinking.”
Alex raised his eyebrows. “Oh. You do?”
“Yeah.” She popped the last bite of her fried dough into her mouth, chewed, swallowed, then wiped her lips and chin with a paper towel. She tossed it into the trash barrel next to the food cart and turned to face him again. “You’re wondering how a fat chick can just keep eating and eating and not care one bit.”
“No. I –”
She held up a finger. “Well, I don’t care. And this isn’t a sermon or any type of defensive rant. I just want you to know. You need to know.” She paused, then continued. “This is who I am and I like myself. Do I wish that I was thinner? Sometimes.”
She frowned and shrugged.