Page 4 of His Curvy Woman

“You good with that Whit?”

“It’s fine Ramsey. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Be safe, eh?”

As we turn to leave, I tell them to have a good night over my shoulder, not bothering to wait for a reply.

Once we get to the parking lot, I drop my arm from around her shoulder and grab her hand, lacing my fingers with hers. I’m expecting her to fight me, maybe pull her hand from mine, but surprisingly she holds onto my hand without a word. When we get to my truck, I open the door and help Whitley into the passenger seat. I grab her seat belt and pull it down and around to buckle her in, but Whitley stops me.

“Hunter, I’m not a little girl anymore who needs looking after. I can buckle my seat belt on my own, just like I can get myself home, and get my own damn drinks.” She says, her voice rising with every word.

Releasing the seat belt to her, we share a look, before she buckles herself in, and then I close the door. She’s right, but that doesn’t take away my need to do everything I can for her. It’s been this way since the first time I met her. There’s always been this urge inside me to take care of her. When I get into the driver’s seat, I turn the ignition, and soft country music plays in the background. I sit there for a minute trying to figure out what to say to her, how to explain what I’m feeling, to make her understand my behavior.

“Hunter, I didn’t mean to-”

“Whitley, do you remember the last night we saw each other?”

She nods sadly. “It was the night of your last football game here.”

I smile, thinking back on that night. “Ramsey had just led our team to another win, and the whole team was on a high from it. Everyone was pumped, so we were going to a party at Matt’s parent’s beach house to celebrate the win. You and your parents came down to talk to Ramsey and me right after the game, congratulating us and telling us to be safe.”

“I remember Hunter.”

“Then some cheerleaders came by and asked Ramsey and I if we were going to the party.”

“Why are you telling me all of this Hunter?” She interrupts, and I can tell she’s starting to get upset.

Reaching up, I place my hand on the back of her neck and run my thumb along the edge of her chin, caressing her soft skin. “You were so pissed when they left. You didn’t say anything, you just stood there with your arms crossed, shooting daggers at the girls who kept coming up and talking to Ramsey and I. Kind of like you did tonight when we were sitting with your brother. I didn’t understand then why you were so mad, I just knew it bothered me that you were upset. I’ve thought back on that night a million times since I’ve been gone. Wishing it could have ended differently, wishing that Ramsey and I had just gone back to your parent’s house and hung out like we had planned to do. Instead, we went off to that party and got a little drunk.”

Whitley’s face twists in jealousy, and she holds her hand up to me. “If you’re about to tell me how you slept with one of those damn cheerleaders or one of the girls at the party let me stop you right their Hunter Stone. I don’t need to hear that.”

I grab her hand and place a kiss in the middle of her palm.

“Fuck no. I didn’t sleep with anyone that night. Ramsey and I were too busy playing beer pong and shooting the shit. You see, I didn’t want any of them, Lee. The girl I wanted, but I was too stupid to realize it, was too young for parties. She was at home in her room, probably listening to Journey on her record player that I got her for her birthday. She might have been reading or writing in her journal. For the last few years though, I’ve hoped she was at home thinking about me.”

Whitley gasps and I lean in close and steal a kiss, the one I’ve been dreaming about for years. Her soft lips pillow mine in a sweet caress, but like a brute who’s been starved I take more than I should. Spearing both of my hands through her hair, I pull her closer to me and sweep my tongue against her lips. She moans, and I lose all control, pushing my tongue into her mouth I take everything she has to give me. We get caught up in the heady rush of our first kiss, and like a drug addict, I can’t resist or pull away.

A few long moments later Whitley pulls back gasping, her chest heaving and her huge tits that are barely contained by her tank top threaten to spill out. My hard dick leaks precum as I imagine what it would be like to tear her shirt from her and watch her tits bounce free, her hard nipples begging to be sucked. I run the back of my knuckles over her fleshy mounds, and I groan.

“Thank you,” I say and drop a kiss on her cheek.

“For what?”

“I’ve been dreaming about that kiss for so long.”

“Whatever you say, Hunter. Look, just because we kissed and you’re driving me home doesn’t mean this is going any further. I’d like to go home now.” Whitley scoots so far over to her side of the truck that she’s plastered against the door and staring out the window. One moment we’re heat and intensity, and the next it’s like the arctic tundra.

With our conversation over and Whitley ignoring me, I pull out of the parking lot, in utter shock that our kiss turned into some kind of standoff. I start driving to her parent’s house but realize she might not live there anymore. “Do you still live at home, Lee?”

She ignores me, so I try again. “Lee, I’m not driving you home in the hopes that you’ll spread your legs for me. I’m driving you home to make sure you get there in one piece. Now, will you please tell me where you live?”

There’s so much going on behind those beautiful blue eyes. My woman is so expressive. Her need for me wars with what she believes is the right thing to do. “I live in my parent’s pool house now.”

It takes about fifteen minutes to get her home. Once I pull into her parent's driveway, I take a moment to look at the place I used to spend most of my free time. The two-story home doesn’t look like it’s changed much since I was last here, but it’s also nine o’clock at night and dark. I’m too busy looking around that I almost miss Whitley escaping my truck. I hop out of the vehicle and catch up to her quickly, which isn’t difficult since my legs seem to be almost twice as long as hers.

I silently walk beside her, around the house and to the pool house. As soon as I see it, I smile, remembering the time Ramsey, and I smoked pot for the first time out here. We were so high, we spent the entire night out here playing video games and talking about meaningless bullshit. That was one of the best nights of my life. I’m pretty sure Diane and John, Ramsey and Whitley’s parents, knew what we were up to, but they just made sure we didn’t leave the house.

She unlocks her door and steps through, then turns to face me. I wait for the incessant beeping of an alarm, but I don’t hear it. Why doesn’t she have a fucking security system in place? Anyone could pop a window and be in here easily. She isn’t safe living here, even if it’s in her parent’s backyard. The only place she’ll be safe is with me.

“Thank you for driving me home, Hunter.” She says and then tries shutting the door, but I put my hand out and stop it from closing.

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