Unexpected Affections
Copyright© 2025 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 29
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 29 - Oliver is surrounded by friends and loves his nerdy life, but after entering a silly Dating App contest his life starts to turn upside down. This is a slow-burn harem story about a big (in size and quality) nerd and the various women in his life.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Sharing Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory White Male White Female Oriental Female Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Facial Oral Sex Petting Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Public Sex Size 2nd POV
“Morning, Paula,” you said with a grin as she came around the counter of the Coffee Shop for her regular hug.
“Good morning, Oliver,” she said, smiling widely as she gave you a squeeze and then grabbed your coffee from the counter and handed it to you. “I’m still looking for a carb-free pastry I can try making for you.”
“I appreciate it, but you really don’t have to,” you said. “Seriously, you’ve fed me enough free pastries already.”
“Are you kidding? The security cameras are the only thing that makes me feel safe locking up at the end of the night. There was another break-in last night, just two doors down at that clothing boutique.”
“Damn,” you said, shaking your head. “Well, I’m sorry you’re stressed out.”
Paula sighed and rolled her eyes. “What did I just say, Ollie?” she asked. “I’m less stressed because of you. So don’t you dare apologise for anything. Plus, Hikaru is already catching on to everything quickly so you got me a great employee too. I owe you.”
“Well ... fine,” you said, not sure what else to say. “You’re welcome.”
“Thank you,” she said with that same big smile.
Margot walked in, heading for the line, and you sighed. “Talk to you tomorrow?”
Paula nodded and hugged you again before getting back to work.
“Well. Well. Well,” Hannah said. “Fancy meeting a guy like you in a place like this.”
“Hey, Hannah,” you said, not a fan of the fact that you could hear your nerves in your own voice. You’d long ago gotten used to the looks you got, being your size. Confidence, or at least yours, had nothing to do with your appearance. Stepping into a gym though?
All of your deep insecurities felt like they were on display for everyone to see. And you hadn’t even changed out of your work clothes yet.
The gym was brightly lit, with rubber tiles all over the place. It was mostly one big open space, which you guessed was normal for a gym, with dozens and dozens of different machines meant for torture- er, exercise- arranged in neat rows and groups. There were maybe twenty people working out, or standing and talking, at the moment. A reception area with a big desk had a very pretty brunette woman behind Hannah; the receptionist was thin and fit and there was no hiding the fact that she had breast augmentation underneath the athletic gear she was wearing. Hannah, meanwhile, was in similar gear with an athletic bra under an extra-short crop top with long sleeves, and a pair of yoga thighs and sneakers. You’d seen her in that sort of gear before, and it was her natural style, but seeing her in her element made you appreciate it in a fresh light. She looked good.