One Crazy Week
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Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
They spent the next few hours painting and talking. Alex was amazed at how effortless their conversation was and how comfortable he felt around Cyn. If there had been even the tiniest hint of sexual interest from her – in spite of her occasional, and blatant, sexual comments and jokes – Alex would have almost believed that he was falling for her.
In fact, he had already fallen for her. He simply didn’t know it yet.
“Let’s take a break,” Cyn announced after they had finished cutting in all of the corners and edges with the bright, yellow paint. “I want to start dinner anyway.”
Alex followed her back down to the kitchen where she poured them both tall glasses of lemonade. As Cyn started to gather the ingredients for dinner, Alex asked if he could help her.
“Absolutely not,” she told him. “You just make yourself comfortable. Helping me paint is more than enough help. Besides, I like to cook.” Cyn turned around and spread her arms, “And in case you haven’t noticed, I also like to eat!”
While Cyn prepared the chicken and the potatoes, the two chatted. Or rather Cyn talked while Alex listened and offered the occasional “yes,” “uh-huh,” and “oh.” And it wasn’t like she just jabbered on and on. She was actually interesting. Alex found out that she had done very well in high school and graduated near the top of her class. Everyone had expected “big” things from her – she had excelled in mathematics and the sciences – but she had decided to follow her muse and go to a fine art school.
“If I fail as an artist, I can always fall back on my brains,” she told him. “But I won’t fail.”
Alex barely knew her – although she was giving him the crash course in Cyn 101. Between their meeting in the hardware store and the couple of hours painting, he had been in her presence for a sum total of less than three hours, but he had to agree with her. He was certain that she would not fail. He didn’t think she was capable of failing at anything that she set her mind to, in fact.
“Alright,” Cyn announced after washing her hands, “The chicken’s in, I’ll put the potatoes in later, and the salad is in the fridge. Ready to get a’rollin’?”
Alex stood up and clapped his hands. “Let’s do it.”
While they rolled swaths of “Sunflower Sunrise” on Cyn’s bedroom walls, they continued talking.
“So, Alex,” Cyn started, “I’ve been doing most of the talking, a personal trait that some find endearing ... and some find annoying! Anyway, what’s your story?”
“I don’t really have one.”
Cyn stopped rolling and faced him. “Oh, everyone has a story! Everyone is interesting in some way!”
“Not me. I work at the hardware store and that’s about it.”
“Oh, come on. Do you have any hobbies?”
“No,” Alex answered, then added, “Well, I like to read.”
“Okay. Here we go. What do you like to read?”
“Whatever magazines we have at the store. You know, when it’s slow.”