One Crazy Week
Copyright© 2024 Freya Gersemi. All rights reserved.
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
Cyn smiled with a mouthful of cookie, gulped it down and told him, “Of course. You can ask me anything.”
“So, you baked cookies yesterday, had a chicken ready today, and the table was already set for two...” Alex shrugged. “I mean, did I ever even agree that I was coming to help you paint today?”
“No,” Cyn said, matter-of-factly.
“But you did all of this?”
“Yes. I knew that you’d be here to paint.”
“You are an amazing and intriguing woman.”
“I’ve been told that.” She batted her eyelashes at him in a mock flirt. “But you left out beautiful.”
Alex nodded. “And beautiful.”
After Alex had eaten two cookies, and Cyn a few more than two, she looked at him with a slight frown. “I’m afraid that I’m going to have to kick you out, Alex.”
Alex couldn’t help feeling a bit saddened that their date was coming to an end. “Oh. Okay.”
As if reading his mind, she continued, “I don’t want today to end, but every day has to, doesn’t it? Besides, I need to put my room back together and shower and clean up a bit.”
“I can help you with your room,” Alex offered.
“No. You’ve done so much already.”
As she walked him to the door, she told him, “I don’t want you taking me to an expensive restaurant or anything for our second date. I don’t want you wasting money on me.”
He turned to her. “I think it would be money well spent.”
Cyn’s eyes widened, she placed balled up fists on her hips, and glared at Alex. “Just what kind of girl do you think I am, mister? Dine and fuck?”
Flustered, Alex stammered, “No. I mean – I – You – I think you would appreciate a nice restaurant ... with good food.”
Cyn laughed and placed a hand firmly on his chest, her thumb lightly rubbing against him. She could feel his collarbone under his shirt. “I’m just kidding. I’ve already decided that I like you, Alex. You don’t need to impress me with anything fancy.” She then added with a wink, “I’m a cheap date, anyway.”
She opened the front door. “Thank you, Alex, for all of the help and for a wonderful afternoon.” Cyn leaned in and gave him a short, chaste, almost sisterly kiss on his cheek. But Alex felt something else there. Somehow, she had conveyed a much deeper feeling in that simple symbol of thanks.
As he drove home, he told himself that the passion – even lust – that he thought he had felt in that tiny kiss was just in his head, but in his heart, he knew that Cyn had intended exactly what he had felt. Passion seemed to be Cyn’s stock in trade. Almost her entire existence.
Monday and Tuesday were the longest two days of Alex’s life. He had no idea how Cyn had captivated him so. A thousand times he had wanted to call her – he kept the paint card with her number and address on it in his pocket – but resisted the urge. She was a strong, independent woman and he didn’t want to seem weak and needy. But the torture he went through was almost unfathomable.