Page 42 of Misadventures of a Curvy Girl
Caleb is the first to haul himself up the dock ladder, but Ben follows right after, and then I don’t have to crane my neck anymore to see their beautiful cocks because they’re right in front of me.
“No,” I say, having a feeling where this is going. “I’m not going in.”
“You’re all flushed, peach,” Caleb coaxes. Even as he says the words, a drop of sweat drips down from my hairline. “A nice dip would make you feel better.”
Ben just stares down at me with that penetrating way of his, like he can see all the things I don’t want him to see.
I look away, pretending to fuss with the hem of my skirt and also pretending my dress isn’t sweat-soaked and clinging to my back because I’m dying in the sun. “I’m not actually that hot,” I fib. “The breeze off the water is enough to cool me down.”
Ben drops to his knees and moves over me so he’s straddling my legs. He plants his hands on either side of my hips and leans forward, his lips grazing my jaw. “If you don’t get into the water, I’m pulling you in.”
I narrow my eyes. “You wouldn’t.”
He shrugs without answering, leaning in to kiss my neck, heedless of the sweat there.
“You monster,” I accuse. “What if I can’t swim?”
At this he pulls back and searches my face. “But you can swim, can’t you? This isn’t about swimming at all. There’s something else holding you back.”
He’s so close and so beautiful and his expression is unnervingly kind. I can’t keep looking at him; the gross little voice in my head won’t let me.
“Ireland,” Ben warns. “Talk or be thrown in.”
“I’m not doing either—”
With a movement so quick I barely see it, he’s on his feet and has one of my hands while Caleb has the other. I’m yanked up, and before I can catch my balance, I’m in the water, my toes touching soft, cool mud before I kick back up to the surface, spluttering.
They stand naked above me, looking very proud of themselves. “There,” Caleb says, laughter in his voice. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? Aren’t you cooler now?”
“This dress is dry-clean only, you dicks,” I grouse. But I can’t lie… The water does feel good.
“Now that it’s all wet, you should take it off,” Caleb suggests. His cock seems to agree, thickening as he peers down at me in the water. “Your underthings too. You know, in case they’re also dry-clean only.”
I think for a moment. I can’t help but be squeamish about the idea of stripping in the bright, unforgiving light of the summer sun, but if I get in the water right away, maybe it won’t feel so exposing…
I swim toward the ladder and pull myself up, and before I can reach for my zipper, Caleb and Ben are helping me unzip and peel off the wet dress. I shoo them away out of instinct, and with schoolboy laughing and whooping, they jump back into the water.
Too late I realize my mistake. Right next to me, they wouldn’t have been able to properly see my body, but now that they’re back in the water, I’m totally exposed again. It’s like being on a fucking runway, and their view up at me is far from the ideal angle.
Just finish undressing quickly and get down the ladder, I coach myself, turning away before I unhook my bra. Then I discover facing away from them means they’ll see more of the cellulite on my ass and on the backs of my thighs—but being in profile means they’ll see my belly. Facing them means they’ll see my breasts under the cruel duress of gravity.
Fuck.
But when I drop the bra and turn, I don’t see two pairs of judgmental eyes cataloging my every stretch mark and dimple. Instead, both men have swum to the edge of the dock and are watching me with hot gazes full of hunger. One of Caleb’s hands is moving lazily under the water, and I flush when I realize w
hat he’s doing.
“Now your panties,” Ben grates out. He’s breathing hard as he watches me. “Those too.”
Their hungry stares fill me with power, and my insecurity melts away as if it were never there. I shimmy out of my panties and even give a little hip swivel as I do.
“Fuck me,” Caleb groans. “Get in here, peach. Now.”
I do. I run and jump in, wobbles forgotten, and later that afternoon, when the three of us fuck under the shade of a big cottonwood tree, I can’t even remember what it feels like to be embarrassed at all.
The nightlight in Caleb’s room is for Ben.
I have this epiphany as I’m gently turned into Caleb’s arms and Ben slides out of the bed to go to his room.
