Page 43 of Be Your Forever
“Yeah, I’m good. Now we need to get out of here and go home. I could use a nap.”
“I think it’s safe to assume you want to take everything home?”
“I do, but Asher I said I don’t—” I interrupt her with a chaste kiss on her lips.
“And I said I got you. I’ll grab the other two sets, and you just get dressed. Then you can hand me the rest, and we’ll check out.” I gather the two pieces in my hand and give her some privacy while she gets herself situated. This girl makes everything feel right.
Bri opens the dressing room door and hands me the red number we christened. I hold her hand the entire way to the register. When everything is checked out, we head to the car, and I ask her if she wants the blindfold back on.
“No, I think I’m okay. I feel safe with you. I know you’d never let anything happen to me.” Such simple words that pack a powerful punch to the heart.
“I’ll always protect you. For as long as you’ll have me.” We fall into a comfortable silence on the drive home, and when Bri asks me to come inside, I decline. Not because I don’t want to, but because after everything she did today, I want her to spend time with herself.
She’s about to get out of the car before I stop her. “I want you to do something for me. I want you to go look at yourself in the mirror and just admire yourself. You are a masterpiece that should be admired and cherished, and I need you to start doing that for yourself.”
“Okay. I will. Thank you for today, Asher. It’s the first time in months that I looked into the mirror and felt beautiful, powerful. And I wouldn’t have wanted to do it with anyone but you. Thank you for always seeing me even when I refused to see myself.” She leans over and gives me a peck on the cheek before she hops out of the car. The heat of her kiss still lingers while her words swirl around in my mind.
I’ve always seen you, Bri.
Brianna
I am beautiful in any body
I’mdoingit.I’mstanding in front of the mirror, fully nude and just admiring myself, waiting for a panic attack that never comes. I tilt my head to left and right as my hands explore my body. I trace my ample curves and focus on changing the narrative in my mind.
I am worth more than my looks. I am beautiful in any body. I am worthy of all forms of love. I will learn to love and embrace the body I’m in.
I turn to the side and admire my ass. Damn. Okay, my ass is amazing. It’s round and full, and I now see Asher’s obsession. I turn to face the mirror again and trace intricate patterns woven across my thighs and stomach and force myself to accept them. Fake it ‘til you make it, so I’m going to start making myself love them. They are just marks on my body. They tell the story of my trauma and what I’m still working through.
I love myself and all the marks on my skin. They don’t define who I am. Only I do that.
My hands toy with my generous breasts. Like my ass, they are voluptuous, and I know I should be proud of them. Women pay lots of money to get what I have naturally. I pinch my nipples with my forefingers and let my head roll back as pleasure pulses throughout my body. I think of Asher and everything we did in that dressing room, and my clit throbs.
Who knew admiring myself in the mirror would be so arousing? I hurriedly rush to my bed when an idea strikes. I grab my tripod and set it up so that it can frame the part of me I’ll be playing with. I switch the mode to video and grab the remote before laying on my bed.
I get myself in a comfortable position before pressing record. My legs spread as wide as they can and my hand slips between my legs. My finger slips inside my pussy, and I can feel how wet I am. I focus on the sensation of pumping my finger in and out, curling it against my inner walls.
“This is what you do to me, Asher. You’ve given a part of myself back. The part who enjoys sex again. You’ve turned me into a horny puddle all the time, and I want you to see what you do to me.” My words come out breathless when I pinch my clit and my hips buck in response. I’m full on panting like a cat in heat now, my fingers swirling around my clit in slow, circular motions. My cunt is throbbing with arousal, and I need to slow it down.
“You make me feel sexy, beautiful. I feel worthy to be loved and to be worshiped. This is all because you made me look in the mirror. I’m fucking myself because I liked what I saw in the mirror. I’m a knockout, and my curves are to be celebrated and not shamed. You took me shopping and helped me own who I am. You brought me my comfort snack knowing I would be nervous about driving. You held my hand the entire drive. I like how you look at me. I like how you fuck me. I like how you understand me. You never ask me to change, and I can never find the words to say. So let me just do this instead.”
I pinch my clit between my fingers before circling it with my thumb. I feel heat pooling at the base of my spine and my breathing picks up. My thumb works overtime as my orgasm begins to build.
“Fuck. Asher. Asher. Asher. You make me do this. You’ve ruined me for every other man. Oh my God, ASHER!” I scream his name as I come harder than I have by myself in a long time.
I mean, this is the first time I’ve masturbated in months. The thought of touching myself made me feel disgusted. I never thought the body I have now should be celebrated. Now? I plan to flaunt what I have—even if I’m not one hundred percent loving myself fully. I’m a lot further than I was months ago, so I’ll take it.
My body is trembling as it comes down from my mind-blowing orgasm. I remove my finger from my pussy, and get up close to the camera before bringing my finger into my mouth and cleaning myself off. I swirl my tongue around my finger, and a soft moan escapes my lips. I stare into the camera before turning it off. Before I lose my confidence, I pull up Asher’s number, attach the video, and hit send.
About thirty minutes later, I get a text from Asher.
Asher: *image*
It’s a picture of Asher gripping his cock, a drop of pre-cum glistening at his tip. My mouth waters and visions of his cock in my mouth have me squirming on the spot.
Asher: Damn, baby, that was so fucking hot. Look at my girl owning her hotness. Sexy as fuck, bear.
Asher: Is this what you wanted? Me pumping my cock, wishing it was your mouth instead?
