Page 83 of Confessions of the Funny Fat Friend

We walked out of the trailer together, saying goodbye to the workers when they passed us toward the small gravel parking lot. As we approached the building, I started pointing out the foundation, how many steel bars had been laid within the concrete to make sure the building would withstand age and weather and even earthquakes.

Then I showed her the steel framing, long beams that would maintain structural integrity, even in hurricane-force winds. She asked really astute questions, and when I was done, she leaned against one of the walls that had been framed in, shielded from the road.

“It’s amazing to think people will live here someday. Hundreds maybe.”

“Do you think you’ll be working here to see it?” I asked. Because I didn’t want to ask the real question—will you move to Texas with me? Would you give up everything you have here so we can build a life together there?

“I don’t know yet,” she answered. “I’ve applied for a few jobs, but nothing’s come back that would match my salary, and I still have eighteen thousand to save.”

Not quite the answer I was hoping for, but it was something.

“You know,” she said, “it really was sexy, seeing you working earlier.” She trailed her fingers up my polo and undid the top button.

My heart was already speeding. “Yeah?”

She nodded, looking up at me before undoing the next button. “I can see your muscles moving under this shirt when you’re working. It’s hot knowing my man’s so strong and capable with his hands.”

My dick twitched, already getting hard. Henrietta, here, in her work dress she knew I loved, was a fucking fantasy. But we’d almost been caught in the office just moments before. I needed to make sure everyone had left first.

“Hold on,” I whispered to her. Then I stepped away from the small enclosure and looked outside. The job site was like a ghost town. No one was here to see us, and our vehicles were the only ones in the lot.

Excitement ripped through me as I walked back to her. She gave me a questioning look, and I answered by crossing the small space between us and taking her in a kiss.

But instead of letting me continue to kiss her senseless, she dropped to her knees in front of me.

“Hen...” I said.

She only answered by wrapping her mouth around my cock. And I was gone, lost in the feel of her mouth around me, lost in the grip of her hands on my thighs, lost in the sexy suckling sounds she made on my cock and the gagging sound she made when she took me too far in.

And then I was lost in my orgasm, in the heady rush of knowing my cum was spilling down her throat.

She licked her lips and smiled up at me, fire dancing in her eyes. “How was that?”

“Unbefucklinglievable,” I said, my voice hoarse.

She laughed. “Good. Now let’s go get some supper. Although I am feeling a little full.” And then my girl winked.

God, I loved her.

50

Henrietta

Confession: This trip had me more nervous than I’d ever been.

Grandma saton her walker by my bed while I packed for my trip to visit Tyler’s family. “Are you excited?” she asked.

“Nervous is more like it. I’m going to be meeting his entire family for the first time, and I’m all in my head about it,” I replied, taking a dress out of my suitcase for the third time. “I’ve checked the weather forecast about ten times, and I still can’t decide if it’ll be warm enough to wear a dress while we’re there.”

“Then wear pants,” Grandma said. “It’s not like they’re going to see you in slacks and say, ‘Nope. Not good enough for our son.’”

I gave her a look. “Is it just me or are you sassier since you got home from the hospital?”

“Why don’t you wear some of those leggings with a longer dress shirt? You look so cute in those outfits.”

I nodded. She was right. And I was definitely overthinking this. “But what if his family doesn’t like big girls?” I asked. “It’ll be a long five days if they’re disgusted by me.”

Grandma said, “You’re not asking the right question.”

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