“So many opinions about me from your fans. And they zoomed in on the photos to pick out my flaws with such zest.”
“June…”
“I’m much too mid for you, by the way.”
“Couldn’t disagree more. My working theory is random opinions on social media cause brain rot. What do you think?”
I give him a solid half-smile. “That it makes sense now how Grandma said they think they own you. This is seriously giving me the feminine urge to scream and break shit.”
“Do it.”
“What they don’t understand is that being chubby is both an honor and a privilege. I worked hard to get these thighs.”
“I fucking love your thighs. And the fans don’t own me or actually know either one of us.” He frowns and shuffles closer. “Which side of the bed do you want, by the way?”
“Huh?”
“Couldn’t help but notice some of your stuff is hanging in the closet,” he says. “So which side do you want? And I’m okay with you being big spoon if that’s your thing.”
“That’s very kind of you,” I say, as he reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. He then strokes the side of my head several times. “What are you doing?”
“Soothing you.” And he’s flashing a hint of a smile. “My wild Junebug.”
“I know I have to learn to deal with this shit. It’s just…guess it might take a minute.”
“Take all the time you need. Come on out here,” he says, gripping my ankle and drawing me toward him.
“But it’s dangerous out there. People and their opinions lurking everywhere.”
“No,” he drawls with the same smile. “It’s just me. I’m your friend.”
“Is that what you are, huh?”
“I really like how short the skirt on this dress is. Have I told you that today?” And he keeps on pulling me out of my hidey-hole and into the middle of the small room. His big hands slide up my legs under said skirt. Then his fingers hook in the elastic of my underwear and start tugging on it oh-so-subtly. “Do me a favor and lie back.”
“Okay.”
The way he slips my panties into the pocket of his jeans. Though those are a favorite pair, pale yellow with daisies embroidered on them, so he’s going to have to return them sometime. “Since I’m not wanted at morning meditation or jogging group or people against book bans right now…I’ve decided to start some clubs of my own.”
“Is that so?”
“Very small. Very exclusive.” He raises the skirt of my dress, pushes my legs apart, and makes himself comfortable. How the heat of his mouth on the inside of my thigh gives me goose bumps. This is so much better than worrying about silly shit someone said online. Five stars. Highly recommend. “Just me and you, my north star.”
“And what will we be doing?”
“Well…there’s the make-June-come-in-every-room-of-the-house club.” He doesn’t mess around when it comes to giving head. There’s a trail of wet kisses and sharp, small bites all theway up my legs. Then his thumbs part my folds and he drags the flat of his tongue through me. “I’m having t-shirts made for that one.”
My stomach does this weird flip-flop. And everything low in my body feels hot and heavy. “Nice.”
“Right?” He sucks on the lips of my labia, making my blood surge. “Then there’s the fuck-June-on-every-piece-of-furniture society.”
“T-shirts for that one too?”
“Nuh. I’m thinking bumper stickers.”
And I laugh. Receiving oral is a serious business, but he just is that damn hot and funny. One finger pumps into me nice and slow. Then a second. His tongue draws circles around my clit and the noises he’s making. Like he’s never tasted anything better. He licks and sucks, and kisses me into submission. A partner who enjoys going down on you is truly a gift. Wet noises and the scent of my excitement fill the small room. And I grind my ass against the rug, wanting to get closer, needing just a bit more, like maybe everything.
His fingers hook inside of me and rub at the back of my clit. While his other hand grips my thigh hard enough to leave marks. Pressure builds and builds inside of me. It’s bright and high and blinds me to the world. There’s just me and him and this moment between us. His head between my legs and his mouth on my cunt. The pad of his small finger strokes farther and farther back. Teasing that hole and lighting every nerve in the vicinity. No idea when my eyelids close tight and mouth falls open.
