Unexpected Affections
Copyright© 2025 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 40
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 40 - 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
“So you’re the famous ‘Oliver,’” Zara said as you sat down.
She hadn’t gotten up for a hug like you’d expected - that was usually the polite thing that girls did when meeting friends of their friends, you’d found. Nothing like that from Zara though. She sat almost imperiously on the other side of the table, swirling a glass of wine in one hand as she watched you and April walk through the restaurant. The place was exactly what you’d expected, with golden yellow lighting and about three different layers of ridiculously stereotypical ‘Asian’ decor. The buffet area looked clean, at least, and was filled with a bigger variety of food than they could possibly need - which was exactly what a red-blooded American wanted in his buffet. The tables were packed in tight and April and I had to squeeze between some of them on our way to Zara.
“I wouldn’t say I’m the famous Oliver,” you said. “I’m thankfully not an orphan.”
April snorted softly and rolled her eyes at me.
“You’re also not a hot English celebrity chef,” Zara said cooly. “But April seems to think you’re about as peachy as a Georgia fair.”
Zara was the kind of attractive that was almost too much. She had sharp, striking features and April had told you she was a model but you hadn’t expected her to look so much like a model. Her vibrant copper-red hair was a little washed out by the lighting but was like a carefully manicured mane with waves and soft ringlets that made it look like the most luxurious thing ever. Her makeup was perfectly applied and fierce, accenting her cheekbones, her lips and her intense blue eyes. And, you couldn’t have not noticed as you were walking up, she was wearing a slender red dress that hung from her shoulder by two thin strings, scooping deep in the front and showing off the centre of her chest and half of her small cleavage, somehow clinging on without a nipple slipping out. And her nipples had to be fighting whatever was holding them in because you could see the bumps of them on the sleek material.
You’d managed not to glance at them once you got to the table, but you weren’t sure you’d be able to fight the urge forever.
“He might not be a celebrity chef, but he can cook,” April said, giving you a sweet smile. “And I still need to cook for you - don’t let me forget, baby.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” you smiled, grinning at her.
“So what is it you actually do, Oliver?” Zara asked, leaning forward a little as she narrowed her eyes.
Thus began the interrogation. You’d expected it a bit, and April had warned you. What you hadn’t expected was how standoffish Zara was. You tried to turn questions around after answering them, or pivoting to ask more about Zara, but she stumped you at every attempt. You’d gotten through life as a fat man partially through your ability to talk with people, and you’d learned early that people liked to talk about themselves. About good things going on, giving the chance to brag about accomplishments or things they’d done or places they’d been. But especially about annoying things or ridiculous things.
Zara didn’t seem to want to reveal a single damn thing about herself to you unless she had to. You learned more about her from April prompting her than you did what she said herself.
“Let’s go get food,” April said after about ten minutes. “I’m hungry!”
“Mm,” Zara said, flashing a closed-lipped smile to April. “Sounds good, babe.” She stood up and made a point of looping her arm with April’s as the three of you headed towards the buffet lines. You followed and managed not to get caught looking at their butts when Zara glanced back with a suspicious look. They were both wearing dresses that got a little more billowy at the waist and down into the skirt so it wasn’t like you could really see anything anyway. You were a little concerned about the length of Zara’s if you really were ending up bowling after dinner.
You really let it go when you got to the buffet and had to focus on what you were and were not allowed to eat based on Hannah’s diet. It was a lot more than you’d been expecting, and your stomach grumbled in protest at all the delicious, mouth-watering food you passed by. You were about halfway through the buffet, your plate less than half-full, when April sidled up next to you and gave you a gentle hip bump. “So, not a great start I guess,” she said.
“I’m trying,” you sighed.
“Oh, I don’t mean you, I mean her,” April said. “You’re doing fine. More than fine. She knows you’re trying, which does mean something even if she’ll make it seem like a bad thing.”
You set your plate down and shook your head, glancing at April. “I’m reserving judgment,” you said like it was a mantra.
“Thank you, baby,” April said, going up on her toes and pursing her lips. You leaned down and gave her a kiss, but were interrupted by an older woman clearing her throat because she expected you to keep moving.