Erotica Anthology #12

#75

Can’t Touch This (curvy)

Daisy feels nervous about starting college, more so because the campus has a particular dress code stricter than how it was back in her hometown Alabama. She feels both anxious and excited at the same time, because she is finally going to see her long-time boyfriend again. Today is the day. Sure, her boyfriend visits whenever he can during the term breaks and holiday, but it’s not the same when they’re not together at all time.

Her boyfriend John is a year older than her, so when he finished high school a year earlier than Daisy, they had to seperate and not see each other for some time. The first time around was always the hardest, but they eventually dealed and grew used to the long distance relationship, opting to Skype as often as their schedule can allow, almost a few times everyday the first time around, before eventually toning down to at least once per week.

Dialogue is key, and John has plenty of stories to tell her about — the campus, the classes, the lecturers — especially more so when he starts to join a fraternity. Everything sounds so good that Daisy can’t wait to join him over there as well. She immediately went to apply for the same college as soon as she graduated from high school the following year.

And now, here she stands.

She wonders if what she’s wearing is appropriate enough, blouse and tight pencil skirt that hug her curves a little bit too closely, the skirt should have been one or two size bigger, but the shop she came to just don’t carry anything much bigger than the one she’s already wearing. In a rush, Daisy just has to settle down with what they have and decided to wear it first day of class.

She’s supposed to meet with her boyfriend after class. His schedule is full in the morning, so they can’t meet until much later during lunch break.

That’s fine. She can manage navigating though the campus on her own… she hopes. John was alone too when he first started. Daisy is positive that she’ll quickly get the hang of it soon.

Clutching the couple of textbooks in her arms, she tries to move through the current of crowds as subtle as she can, growing even more nervous by the second as she can feel strangers’ eyes on her, making fun with invincible sharp jabs and sneering laughter at her appearance, making her feel even more self-conscious than she already does by the second.

Yes, she knows that she is a little bit too overweight for her own good, but she just can’t help it. It’s not like she chose to be born in this body, which for some reason is unable to decrease in weight, but somehow just keeps on stacking up extra lump on her backside and tight areas, no matter what method of diet she tries to apply to herself. She’s lucky enough to have John, who never seem to mind about the extra weight on their body. That’s another thing to admire about her boyfriend.

Daisy tries to follow the instruction to her first class as close to the t as she can, staring so deep and hard into the piece of paper in hand that she barely notices it when her feet begins to lead her toward a less crowded area, where a group of young men happen to pass by. She barely notices it when she accidentally runs into them, almost colliding with one of the young man in the middle, but luckily quick enough to dodge the inevitable, reeling her body to stop before she trips and fall on top of the poor, unsuspecting man.

The group is too preoccupied with their serious discussion to notice her coming too close their way, it seems. Maybe because it’s just way out of habit, but she still feels the need to apologize profounding, feeling even more inferior when she realizes how good looking they all are. With just one look, she can pretty much guess it right; they must run the popular crowd.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you. I just got lost, is all,” she says, before quickly move out of the way as to not block their path, not wanting to cause a scene. She knows people of their type. They moment they lay eyes on her, they would scowl and look down on her in a dismissive attitude. It still hurts, but she’s used to it by now. But before she can get very far, one of them suddenly steps in front of her path, blocking her way instead.

She intends to walk around him, only to be quickly blocked by another pretty boy wearing an oversized hoodie. That looks like it’s gonna fit on her more than it fits him, if he’ll ever give her the chance to let her borrow it.

Daisy turns around, only to find herself being surrounded by the rest of the pack on all sides, with no gap to slip through. (Maybe if she’s paper-thin like the other girls.)

“Where are you going, gorgeous?” one of them asks.

Gorgeous? They must be jesting.

“N-nothing… just trying to figure out where my class is, that’s all.” She doesn’t know why she sounds so nervous out of a sudden, clenching the books to her oversized chest tighter.

The tell-tale motion doesn’t go unnoticed by them, and their eyes glint with predatory playfulness, something that Daisy is clearly not used too, judging by how afraid that only makes her feel. People sneer and look down on her, but never eyeing her like this… like she’s a piece of meat, like she’s desirable. And if she is allowed to be crude, good to be f****d. It makes her all giddie and uneasy at the same time.

Suddenly she has the urge to cover herself up even more, as if these cheap outfits are much too revealing that they actually suggest.

She catches one of them staring bluntly at the full width of her thigh, the other caught leering at her backside when she turns around too fast, trying to escape through a gap, but they are circling around her in a tight pack, leaving no advantage for her to escape through. She hastily backs away from them when they stand too close.

“Class won’t start until at least another half an hour. You’re too early,” the middle one comments.

“Y-yeah, I know, but I want to come prepared, you know...?” she trails off, hoping that this is the end of their conversation, but she’s not in luck.

“What’s your name, sweetcheeks?” the hoodie boy asks. He can’t be any much older than her.

“D-daisy,” somehow she feels compelled to answer, but maybe she’s just too nervous to doubt much in giving away her name.

“That’s pretty.” Like you, goes unsaid.

“What class do you go to?” The tallest, darkest one asks, snatching the note pressed close to her chest with ease.

The hoodie boy sneaks a peak. “Accounting? You’re a smarty, aren’t you?” he grins cheekily.

“I-if you would kindly point me to the right direction of that class, I’ll be on my way now,” she asks politely, ready to bolt at any given minute. She has never been this close to other men before. Men would usually just avoid her at all cost when she comes walking, like she’s a rolling truck about to crush them if they don’t move out of the way fast enough. Right now, she wishes they would just act like how normal people would. “You know the way, I hope?”

“We do,” the middle one, who she assumes is their leader, says, but doesn’t continue with anything else even when she waits. “We can show you the way,” he trails off.

“But how about hanging with us for a while?” Someone cups a hand to the side of her right hip, and Daisy quickly jumps at the contact. She’s just about to make a move to brush that trailing hand of, but someone snakes an arm around her waist, ultimately pulling them closer in a proximity that is way too  for her comfort.

“Yeah, why don’t you join us for a bit?” the tallest speaks an a low baritone with interest.

“We promise we won’t bite.” They all chuckle playfully, emitting an air of friendliness, eyes attentive on her, looking for the slightest telling of a response; genuine interest reflected in their eyes.

Daisy doesn’t know if it’s a trick or not. What she surely knows is that no one has ever shown her such a deep interest like this before, let alone a group of them. All she knows is that she best get to her way, receiving help or not. They are plenty of people she can ask for; she’s positive that at least one of them will be known enough to point her to the right direction, if she can’t figure things out by herself.

She tries to make a sudden move to bolt out, but the men are faster, hands grabbing at her (especially her big ass) and using their body to block her path, trapping her in their tightly run group. Other students walk past by, but if they give the slightest indication to notice her peril and discomfort, they make no sign to offer her help.

“Where are you going? I told you class won’t start for a while. Come on, join us. Don’t be shy. We promise we don’t do anything bad. There, why don’t you come sit with us by the pavilion?”

There’s a pavilion in the campus?

She curiosity quickly distract her from their hands. It’s not like she’s touching her inappropriately, just her side, waist and hips, to gain her attention and halting her from escaping too quickly.

They should her around, giving a short tour around the campus. Daisy had intended to have John give her the tour later at first, but they are already on their way before she knows it.

Turns out the boys are kinder that they first seem appear to be. Their hands are still a little bit too touchy feely to her liking, but even Daisy soon grow used to having them touching some part of her, especially around her wide hips and well-rounded ass. They mean well, she supposes, but she’s probably feeling rather overwhelmed by the positive — if not well-receptive to her overly excessive backside.

They treat her with care and attentiveness; almost like they worship her, in fact. They’re so kind to her that she is almost saddened by the fact that she has to leave once time is up. She has such a good, lively chat with them. They even bring her to her class before saying goodbye.

When lunch break comes, Daisy hops her way through the campus cheerfully, greeting her boyfriend with a big smile on her face, telling him all sorts of her adventure. They have plenty of things to catch up since they last met, after all.

Chapter 2Her boyfriend is off doing some bidding, when the popular boys spot her venturing through the campus garden area.

“Hey Daisy, come sit with us!” Hoodie Boy, a.k.a. Abel, calls aloud.

“But there’s no more space left,” she says with a disappointed tone.

“What are you talking about?” Jace says with a look of confusion on his face. “There’s plenty of surface to go around,” he pats at his lap, and and his fellow fraternity brothers chorus in unison, presenting their laps as well. Surely with a big asa like hers, one lap will not cut.

“W-what…? I wouldn’t…!” she shakes her head, perplexed, but also scandalized at the notion, looking positively adorable in her bashful state. Her ears look so red that they can’t help but chuckle.

“What’s the matter, Daisy? Getting shy already? Come over here, we don’t bite,” Noah, the tall dark one, says, “much.”

She walks toward them and try to situate herself on the gap they leave on the seat, but there’s really nowhere else for her to go. When she tries to take a seat, Elliot trips her, causing the young woman to lose her balance and fall, straight down to their lap at once. She yelps and tries to pick herself back up, but their hands are already there one step ahead to keep her steady, better situating her onto their lap, until she ends up awkwardly settled on three guys’ lap at the same time (that’s just how wide her backside is).

She sits on top of Noah, Elliot and Bane at once, but it is one of Bane’s knee that ends up rubbing right against her slit by accident. It can’t be helped;  that things just awkwardly end up to where they shouldn’t. Daisy tries to get up at once, but they already anticipate that, using their arms to shift her back down and keep her still. Meanwhile, Noah’s hands are carefully assessing her ass, running his hands all over the outer side of her thigh through her scantily clad pencil skirt, one of them finding that sexy slit that has accidentally ridden up her firm thigh, causing her to shiver and go warm at the same time; while Elliot can’t seem to sit still for one moment, almost like rubbing his hips into one of her asscheek through his jeans if she is not mistaken.

Daisy is really starting to feel wet in strange places where she shouldn’t be. She squirms, trying to press her knees together as if it will stop the sensation of something wet escaping from her nether region, like her urethra is going out of control. But all her efforts eventually cease to work when the young men purposefully move around too much, creating all sorts of friction that cause her lower part to start leaking, her panties threatening to get soaked. She’s surprised that no one even bothers to come and stop them from expressing the horrendous display.

“G-guys, I don’t think we should do this...”

“Do what exactly?” Noah inquires, as if seriously oblivious to what’s really going on.

“W-would you excuse me for a second? I think I need to go relief myself.”

“And how are you going to ‘relief’ yourself exactly?” Bane drawls suggestively, making the expression sounds so naughty.

“Any chance we can help?” Elliot asks huskily, rolling his hips in emphasize, and this time she can really feel something hard and solid pressing against her asscheek!

She can feel her body heating up so abruptly that she can’t help but to