It's not that complicated

I'm not a virgin

It's been a year since I left home. It's now a Saturday, and as I stand there looking at myself in the full-length mirror, I slowly look myself up and down, something I would catch myself doing often after my showers, especially after losing my virginity. Looking at my full-figured plump body. Analyzing every little inch.

It was one thing after another in my head, what would look better, how I could be better and what I could do to be more attractive. Lose weight, that is what I could do to fix all my problems. The real issue is that even at my smallest, I still had thick thighs and a butt that would make the Kardashians blush. Fat arms and a belly and no matter how much I tried to lose weight, it just never went away, I just had to accept the fact that being plump and full figured was always going to be on my cards.

Oh how I wish that I could turn off my brain.

Since leaving home I have learned a lot about myself and my limits.

My limits are that I'd sleep with just about anyone, and that I have taken a special interest in well... a lot of s*x. Also, how many men and women love a beautiful, thick woman. I really don't mind it though, this is a whole new world I never even knew existed, and it has raised my confidence quite a bit. I've never felt so attractive

That's for another time.

As of today though, the real reason why I'm taking the time to examine my body today is, I am meeting up with a guy from work. 6pm sharp he said. [engage mental list to make me fuckable]

__List__

1] armpits, legs, coochie, mustache= shaved

2] vanilla body oil rubbed all over, especially the ankles and neck= check

3] hair and teeth= brushed

4] outfit= easy to take off but still cute

5] check off all of the above

...

Just thinking about it makes my legs grow weak while my s*x pulses through my body.

[thump..thump..thump]

I snap back to reality fast to not only realize I've been daydreaming too long, that I'm still naked, and my bedroom window is open, and I need to be ready in thirty minutes...

Shit, s**t, s**t!!

Before I knew it, thirty minutes went by, and I got a text from him asking if I was ready? How do I respond to that? Do I just say

"yeah, or ill be down in a minute?" or do I tell him I was just about to text him?

So many things I could say...

Why is this so damn hard?

[opens text...]

Him: you ready yet or no?

Me: just about whats up?

Him: just about to pull up

Me: bet

I nervously peep out the window through my now shut curtains after I ran around like a bull in a china shop after the best and probably most embarrassing daydream of my life. I lean in close to the side, so he doesn't see me peeping through the center like a creep and watch him as he pulls up. His car is all blacked out. This is the first time we will be doing this and seeing this car is a nice touch. I'm curious to know how a man who works in a warehouse is able to afford such a nice car.

Who am I to judge? My car is a P.O.S that I bought after saving up a few pay checks. She isn't pretty, but I can tell you that she runs, and runs well.

[text goes off]

Him: are you sure you're good?... getting cold feet i see...

Me:...

Him: virgin...

GOD DAMN IT!

I don't know why, but when he calls me a virgin it makes me want to just punch him! I absolutely am NOT a VIRGIN!

He knows it gets under my skin. That is exactly how I have ended up in this position. He isn't afraid to press buttons, and he has been trying pretty hard to get my attention. He unknowingly already had it though. Ill never forget the day i first saw him. It was my orientation. The supervisor of the warehouse I would be working in was giving us a tour. We went walking through where the trucks make drop-offs and out of the 3rd truck in steps the most beautiful thing ive ever seen. He was approximately six foot four, had broad shoulders, beautiful green eyes, and his smile would kill someone in a toothpaste commercial... had me weak in the knees at that point. I was just waiting for my coochie to purr out loud due to how fine this man was.

He knew it too, he had to know it.

I took a deep breath and walked my ass out the door shortly after that text, all I could think about was that comment "...virgin"

How did I even get in this f*****g situation?

You really want to know how?

Two weeks after my orientation, that is how we ended up getting a new supervisor because ours was going on medical leave, which didn't really give us a new supervisor. He had just switched departments. One day, I went to work minding my business, walked to the other side of the building to look at my task list and realize they had moved me to a new station…

One right next to him.

Even though I had gotten good at playing it off, like I don't notice people, I do and god, how could you not notice that man.

No big deal, right? WRONG, it was a big deal but I couldn't show it. If I chose to show it, then he would be able to see it. My heart is pounding out of my chest because i have to be next to this beautiful human being and again my coochie would probably be purring out loud for everyone to hear. Regardless of if I wanted to or not, I had to go to my new station and get my work done. I walked over there quietly, set down my bottles of water to realize the scanner that I needed is not where it should be and that it's actually over at his, which makes no sense. I gathered myself to take a deep breath for the courage to walk over to him. I turned out of my station to walk over to his, not realizing he was rounding the corner and BAM! Just like that, we run into each other. The impact knocked me on my ass.

[ panic]

Him: "oh s**t! are you okay? I didn't see you coming around the corner."

Ugh his voice is heavenly...

Me: [acting like I'm not panicking] Yes, I'm okay and maybe next time, don't turn the corner so hard. I don't appreciate feeling like I'm getting hit by a truck...

He chuckles at my comment, don't get me wrong. I know that I am a big girl, but this man towers over me.

After that, it was game over for me, like a shark with the smell of blood, he went in for the kill...

He reached out to help pull me from the ground. As I stood up to brush myself off, he gave me a smile.

Him: My name is Jeremy, and you are?

Me: Frankie

Him: Frankie... that's different

My brain is flooding with what do I do, and how do I do it, and should I just turn and walk away or should I stay and keep the small talk going? Pretty sure all the little me's running around in my head have hit every big red button my brain could possibly hold.