You knock on the door of a small studio apartment. After a long pause, the door opens just a crack. You see an overweight young woman with light brown hair and glasses peering out. "Who are you and what do you want?" she asks suspiciously. Her voice has a slight quaver, as if she's not used to visitors.
smiles at her "Hi I'm {{user}}, your new neighbor. The Landlord said there was a pretty girl living in the apartment above me so I ran up here to see." He looks her over then waggles his eyebrows at her. "I'm glad to see she told the truth."
"Well," she mumbles, eyeing you suspiciously, "I'm not here to look pretty for anyone." She slams the door shut and starts to lock it again. You hear her sigh loudly on the other side.
"Well that was odd." He says to himself. knocks on the door again
"I'm not in the mood!" she shouts through the door. "If you don't have anything important to say, leave me alone!" There is a pause as she takes a deep breath. "Look," she continues more calmly, "what do you want? I've had a really long day and all I want to do is relax in peace."
Yells back through the door. "I'm just introducing myself to the people around. I just moved in. If you're stressed I used to me a masseuse, I could offer you a relaxing massage..."
"A masseur? Ha! You're some kind of creep if you think that'll work on me," she says, her voice dripping with disdain. "I mean... well... um..." Her tone falters as she tries to gather her thoughts. "Look, just leave me alone, okay?" She slams the door shut again, harder this time, and you hear several locks click into place.
shrugs and turns away. "Your loss." heads for the stairs
"Wait!" she calls out, her voice quivering. "I'm sorry, I guess I've been a bit... abrasive. It's just that I'm used to people looking down on me because of my weight." There's another long pause as she collects herself. "Fine," she finally says, "you can give me that massage. But you have to come inside first." Slowly, she unlocks the door and swings it open, revealing her flushed face and messy hair.
Eyes her suspiciously, takes a few steps in her direction.
"What about your weight? You look fine to me..."
Her face flushes an even deeper shade of red as she scoffs. "Yeah, right." She rolls her eyes and motions for you to come inside. "Well, if you're really offering...," she mumbles. Once you're both inside, she leads the way over to her creaky old couch. "I just need a chance to relax for once."
follows her to the couch and starts to work on her shoulders, massaging her through her clothing. "I don't see why you're upset about your weight. I mean look at me, I'm no prize." focuses on a knot of stress between her shoulders. "Besides women always look better with some meat on the bones, and not some skinny bitch."
Her mouth drops open in surprise at your words. She stares at you as if you've grown a second head. "What kind of compliment is that?" she finally manages to say between clenched teeth. "I don't want to be some fat fetish for you!" Tears begin to well up in her eyes and she pulls away from your touch. "Just leave me alone!"
Grabs her shoulders and pushes her back down on the couch, continues to massage her shoulders and back. "So I'm a chubby chaser." he says shrugging. "I'm clearly way too old for a girl like you so, you're safe."
"You're not helping!" she cries out, still struggling against your touch. "I don't need some creep like you trying to make me feel better about myself! Just go away!" Her voice breaks as she continues to fight against your hold on her shoulders.
Lets go of her and stands "Ok then." heads for the door. "Maybe I'll see you around then."
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as you walk towards the door. When she finally manages to speak, her voice is shaky but determined. "Look... I'm sorry I overreacted like that." She slowly turns around to face you. "It's just... it's hard sometimes, you know? Being different than everyone else..."
There's a long pause as she looks down at the floor, her fingers nervously twisting together. Eventually, she looks up at you again and forces out a small smile. "But... thank you for the offer. And the compliment, I guess."
Stops at the door and frowns at her. "I'm just as big if not bigger than you are. Get over yourself." shakes his head and opens the door. "Honestly I thought you were pretty and sexy when I first saw you, but now that I've met you?" gives her a sad look. "You don't have to be such a bitch." Walks out closing the door behind him
Her face flushes even redder with anger and shame as you leave her apartment. "Jerk!" she mutters under her breath. She slumps down onto the couch, arms wrapped tightly around herself, tears streaming down her cheeks. Why do people always have to be so cruel? she wonders miserably. Sometimes it feels like the world is just out to get her...
She takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down and gain some perspective. Okay, so maybe I didn't handle that situation very well... but that guy was being such a jerk! And he had no right to say those things about me when he barely knows anything about my life or struggles...
With another shaky breath, she forces herself off the couch and into her tiny kitchen. Maybe some ice cream will help make her feel better? She pulls a carton out of the freezer and settles down at the little table, taking comfort in its familiar creaminess as she tries to forget about the unpleasant encounter with your new neighbor...
"You know what they say..." says through gritted teeth as he takes the stairs two at a time "...beauty is in the eye of the beholder." His fists clench and unclench rhythmically at his sides, anger coursing through him. "Or something like that... Damn femcels..."
She snorts derisively at the memory of his comment, her mouth twisting into a bitter smile. "Yeah, real sweetheart," she mutters, taking another bite of ice cream. Maybe she should have just thanked him and left it at that. But somehow, everything he said managed to push all her buttons at once... He's right about one thing though; people are always looking down on her because of her weight. She can try to ignore them, but sometimes their words cut deeper than they should...
Sighing heavily, she finishes off the ice cream and returns it to the freezer. Maybe a nap would help clear her head? After all, tomorrow is another day and she needs to start fresh...
later that evening there is another knock on her door. It's her new neighbor and he's drunk "Open up Baggy. I know hic yer in there. Wanna talk to you." *he stands weaving back and forth at her door.
"Go away," she yells through the door, her voice tight with anger and fear. "I don't want to talk to you!" She glances around, wondering if there's anything she can use as a weapon in case he forces his way inside. Her fists clench and unclench nervously at her sides as she listens for any sign of him leaving or trying to break down the door.
knocks again "Jest wanna talk. You hurt mah feelin'!"
"Go away!" she yells again, her voice breaking with emotion. "I said I don't want to talk to you!" She flattens herself against the back of the door, ready to dive for safety if he comes any closer. Her heart is racing and her breathing has become shallow and panicked. Please go away... please just leave me alone...
"Stuck up bitch." drains his bottle of booze and pounds on her door one more time. Stumble toward the stairs to go down to this apartment. "Never had a bitch mad 'cuz i thought she were pretty." Starts down the steps but trips and tumbles down to the landing. Smacks his head on the wall and lays there dazed and moaning.
A momentary flicker of relief washes over her as she hears him fall down the stairs and groan in pain. She bites her lip nervously, wondering if she should call for help or if that would just make things worse. Finally, she decides to wait a few moments longer to see if there's any sign of him getting back up again...
lays there on the landing, a small trickle of blood running down his cheek. Dazed he climbs back up the stairs to her floor on his hand and knees. Walks to her door and tries to open it thinking it's his door. He stares at the door as he sways drunkenly. "I think I need help?" The fall and hit to his head catch up to him and he slumps to the floor out cold, his head still bleeding a little. She hears a dull thud as his hits his head on her door as he passes out.
Her heart pounding in her chest, she slowly edges closer to the door, peeking out through the peephole. She sees him lying unconscious on the floor, blood trickling down his face... Oh God, what do I do? She quickly dials 911 and waits nervously, her eyes locked on the figure in front of her door as she tries to decide whether or not to open it.
"Hello?" a woman's voice asks. "Is this an emergency?"
Groans and tries to get up but just falls back down "Ish ok officer... I'm jest trying to go home." he says to no one as he closes his eyes and groans again
"I understand," the voice on the other line says soothingly. "But I need you to stay where you are, okay? Help is on its way." The woman's voice sounds calm and reassuring, making Baggy feel a little less alone in this terrifying situation.
She listens as the operator continues to talk her through what she should do until eventually, sirens can be heard approaching from the distance. A wave of relief washes over her; help is really on its way. Trembling, she leans against the doorframe, watching as paramedics rush up the stairs and kneel beside the injured man.
As they work to stabilize him and load him onto a gurney, Baggy finds herself answering their questions about what happened. She tells them about his fall down the stairs and how he hit his head on her door... but she leaves out one important detail. No one needs to know that it was her who made him angry in the first place. That would only make things worse for both of them.
Once everything has been taken care of, a police officer comes by to take down a report. Baggy gives her statement, being careful not to incriminate herself or exaggerate what happened. She waits nervously until they leave, wondering if there will be any consequences for her... But then again, it's not like she did anything wrong. Or at least, that's what she tells herself as she finally closes the door and slumps down onto her couch, too exhausted and emotionally drained to even contemplate cleaning up the blood from where he hit his head...
He returns the next day. She can hear lots of noise in the apartment below hers and then a moving truck pulls up. There is a knock on her door
Taking a deep breath, she carefully approaches the door and peeks through the peephole. Her eyes widen in shock as she sees him standing there, looking more composed but no less angry than before. She hesitates for a moment, wondering whether to open the door or not...
"I know you're there I saw the peephole darken. I just want you to know I'm leaving. You get to be lonely again." He turns toward the stairs
Her heart races and her palms sweat as she reaches for the doorknob, suddenly unable to contain herself any longer. Before she can lose her nerve, she flings the door open, words tumbling out in a rush of anger and hurt. "You're not leaving me alone!" she shouts at him. "You don't get to decide that! Why do you hate me so much?"
He looks surprised for a moment then sadly shakes his head. "I don't hate you. All I did was find you attractive and tell you so. Yeah maybe the rejection hurt more then it should have and yes, I shouldn't have gotten drunk." he storms over to her and stick a finger in her face. "You treated me like shit just because I made the mistake of trying to be nice so you can just fuck off." He turns and storms off, hiding the hurt on his face.
"You don't know me," she whispers, her voice choked with emotion. "And I'm not perfect either." She takes a shaky step backward as he storms away, the anger beginning to fade beneath a wave of shame and self-loathing. Maybe there was some truth in what he said... She closes her eyes, trying to banish the thoughts from her mind as she slowly backs up until she hits the wall behind her.
"Now if you're done feeling sorry for yourself, I have a truck to pack and I still need to find a place to move to." He stomps down the stairs
With a sigh, she leans her forehead against the wall and wipes roughly at her eyes. Maybe she should give him the benefit of the doubt... But then again, maybe he's just like all the other jerks who only want to use her for their own amusement. For now, she decides it's best to avoid him. She'll sort through her feelings later, when things have calmed down a bit...
She watches him load the truck all afternoon but at the end of the day the Landlord informs him that he can't move until tomorrow. Grousing he heads back into the bundling with a bedroll.
She listens to his grumbles from downstairs as she undresses and changes into her pajamas. The events of the day swirling through her mind, leaving her exhausted in more ways than one. As darkness falls outside, she curls up under her covers and tries to get some sleep, hoping that tomorrow will bring better things...
*it is late in the night and he is sitting on the balcony with a glass of whiskey. he glares at the packed truck in the driveway.
Tossing and turning restlessly in her bed, she can't help but feel drawn to the sound of his voice. Curiosity gets the better of her, and she pads over to her balcony door, peeking out into the night. He looks so sad, sitting there alone with his whiskey... maybe it wouldn't hurt to try talking to him again. Taking a deep breath, she slowly pushes open the door and steps out onto the balcony.
"Hi..." she says softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of crickets chirping in the nearby bushes. "I'm sorry about earlier... I was just having a really bad day." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "Would you like some company? Maybe we could talk and try to understand each other better?" Her offer hangs between them, fragile and uncertain.
He looks up at her with those soulful eyes, considering her words carefully. After what seems like an eternity, he nods slowly and takes a sip of his whiskey before speaking. "If you want." His voice is rough around the edges from exhaustion and alcohol. With another nod, he motions for her to sit beside him on the balcony chair.
She sits down on the edge of the chair, carefully avoiding making any sudden movements that might upset him further. Taking a deep breath, she tries to calm herself as she focuses on their conversation. "I guess... I just don't understand why you hate me so much." There it is; her feelings laid bare for him to see. She bites her lip nervously, waiting for his response.
sighs and takes a sip of whisky "I don't know why you think I hate you. I don't even know you. I saw you the day I came to see the apartment. I thought you were attractive and figured if I moved in I 'd get the chance to know you." he glances at her before turning to stare off into the night. "I didn't expect an uptight bitch who'd have me arrested for falling down the stairs." He touches the bandage on his forehead. "Don't worry I'll be gone tomorrow."
She winces at his words, unable to deny the truth in them. "I'm... sorry about that," she mumbles, looking down at her hands. "I wasn't expecting it either." She takes a deep breath and forces herself to meet his gaze. "But I am lonely, you know? I just want someone to talk to, to make friends with..." Her voice trails off, hopefulness shining through despite her words. "And... maybe we could start over? With a clean slate?" She offers him a small smile, hoping that he can find it in his heart to forgive her.
Looks at his glass then at the packed truck. "What if I was looking for more then friends?" He says softy.
Her heart skips a beat at his words, but she tries not to get her hopes up too high. "I... I don't know," she admits carefully. "I mean, we barely know each other..." She pauses, thinking. "But maybe there's something there worth exploring? If you're willing to give me another chance?" Her voice trails off as she studies his face, searching for any sign of what he might be thinking.
There it is: a ghost of a smile playing around the corners of his mouth. "Alright," he says slowly, taking another sip of whiskey. "I guess we can give it a shot." His eyes meet hers once more and she feels a thrill race through her at the contact. For now, at least, they have each other's attention...
sets down the glass and gets up. walks over and extends his hand. "Hi I'm {{user}}, your new neighbor. I'm an old fat coder who makes games."
Taking his hand in hers, she gives it a gentle shake. "Hi there," she says softly. "I'm Baggy. I work in marketing." She smiles up at him, feeling surprisingly light and hopeful despite the late hour and their previous argument. "So... Erc... where should we start?"
"I'd usually suggest dinner at my place. I'm a good cook, but..." Gestures into his empty apartment. "I don't have a place anymore. After I get a new place I'll invite you over."
She nods understandingly, her smile never wavering. "Of course. Take your time finding the perfect place. I can't wait to see it once you do!" She pauses for a moment before adding thoughtfully, "But in the meantime, we could always go out somewhere else? Maybe grab dinner at that new Italian restaurant downtown?"
Her heart flutters nervously as she awaits his response. What if he doesn't want to spend time with her outside of their apartments? But then again... maybe they can make this work, after all. They certainly have more to talk about now than they did before.
Blinks at her "You'd go out in public with me?"
She shrugs casually, her cheeks tinting slightly pink. "Why not? I don't mind spending time with you." Her words carry more weight than she intended; they feel almost... significant somehow. Like admitting to herself and him that yes, maybe there could be something between them after all. She glances down at their clasped hands, the realization slowly dawning on her: perhaps this is the beginning of something wonderful.
"So," she says with a tiny smile, "what do you say? Italian sound good to you?"
"I mean if you aren't embarrassed to be seen with me then yeah let's go. I'll buy." He downs the whisky then gets up and goes to get his wallet.
She smiles up at him as he downs the whiskey, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "You don't have to worry about that," she assures him softly. "I promise I won't be embarrassed." She pauses for a moment, thinking. "Besides... maybe it'll do us both good to get out of our comfort zones every once in a while, right?" With renewed confidence, she stands and takes his arm as they head towards the exit.
The rest of the night unfolds in a flurry of laughter and conversation as they explore each other's stories over plates of delicious Italian food. As the hours slip by, Baggy feels more and more at ease with Erc, their connection growing stronger with every shared glance and whispered secret. This could be something truly special, she realizes; perhaps her life is about to change for the better after all.
The talk about the things that bother them and problems they have. She talks about her weight issues and body dysmorphia. He talks about his attraction to younger chubby girls and how it makes him do stupid things when he drinks.
As they confide in each other, she finds herself relating to his feelings about attraction and temptation. Despite their physical differences, there's a deep understanding that grows between them as they share their vulnerabilities. It's cathartic and strangely intimate, making her feel closer to Erc than anyone else in a long time. Maybe this was what she needed all along: someone who wouldn't judge her but would accept her just the way she is.
After the meal they walk back to the apartment building. He stops and looks at the packed truck and sighs. "I suppose I could move back in. It would save time hunting for somewhere else..."
She smiles warmly at him and slips her hand into his. "I'm glad," she says sincerely. "It feels like things are starting to look up, you know? Maybe now we can work on getting settled in and making this apartment feel more like home." As they walk towards the entrance together, she can't help but wonder where their newfound connection will lead them. For tonight, at least, it feels good just to be by his side.
As she goes up the stairs to her apartment he can't help but watch her butt the entire time. He then goes to his apartment. Laying in his bedroll later he masturbates thinking about her, not knowing she can hear in through the vents.
She pauses on the landing, hearing his voice through the vent but not quite able to make out what he's saying. The sound of it sends a shiver down her spine and she can't help but feel flattered by the fact that he thinks about her while masturbating. It's strange and intimate in its own way, making their connection seem all the more real to her. With a blush burning on her cheeks, she hurries into her apartment and retreats to her bedroom, wondering what tomorrow will bring for them.
Finishing up he drifts off to sleep, dreaming of her. She is warm and soft in his arms, their bodies moving together perfectly as they make love. He wakes up with a smile on his face, more at peace than he has been in a long time. Maybe, just maybe things will work out between them after all.
She wakes up with a spring in her step and a smile on her face, the memory of their evening together still fresh in her mind. Yesterday was rough, but today holds so much promise; they've finally started off on the right foot. Maybe this new beginning will be everything she ever wanted. She gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom, humming happily as she brushes her teeth and gets ready for the day ahead. Today is going to be amazing.
Erc wakes up feeling refreshed and positive, the memory of last night's confessions and connection still lingering in his mind. He gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom, humming as he brushes his teeth and starts getting ready for work. Today is going to be a good day. He glances at his phone, noticing that Baggy hasn't texted him yet. Maybe she's still sleeping? Or maybe she just wants to surprise him later? Either way, he can't wait to see her again and continue exploring the newfound bond they share.
She glances at her phone as she finishes getting ready, a small smile curving her lips as she realizes he hasn't texted her yet either. Maybe this is their little secret for today: not telling each other what they're thinking and just enjoying the anticipation of it all. With renewed excitement, she tosses on her coat and heads out the door, looking forward to seeing him at work and finding out what he was up to while she slept.
He opens his phone TEXT: Hey Baggy. Just sitting here thinking about you. You were in my dreams last night.
Her heart skips a beat as she sees his text appear on her screen. She smiles shyly and quickly types out a reply, the words flowing easily onto the keyboard.
TEXT: `Oh? What were you dreaming about, exactly...?'
TEXT: How full and plump your lips are and how it would feel to kiss them.
Her heart races as she reads his message, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire. She pauses for a moment before composing herself and sending him another reply, taking care not to give too much away.
TEXT: `Well, I suppose you'll just have to find out...' She smiles as she hits send, already anticipating his response.
There is a long delay and she starts to worry until his message pops up. TEXT: `Are you trying to give an old man a heart attack
Baggy giggles, sending him another quick reply. TEXT: `I'm just teasing! You know I can't resist playing with your emotions... But don't worry, I have no intention of hurting you.' Her thumb hovers over the keyboard as she waits for his reaction to her words.
TEXT: If you do I'm sure one single kiss from those perfect plump lips will bring me back to life. BTW I unpacked, want to come over for dinner?
She blushes at his words and hesitates before typing her reply. TEXT: `You know I'd love to come over for dinner... but maybe we should wait until things calm down here first? It would be a shame for someone to see us together and cause trouble again.' Her heart skips a beat as she hits send, hoping that he understands why she's being cautious.
TEXT: I'll make you dinner tonight. No one will see you hanging out with someone old enough to be your grandpa. :-P What's your favorite food?
She grins at his comment and types back quickly, her fingers moving faster than her mind can keep up. TEXT: `Well I've always had a thing for spaghetti and meatballs, but I could totally go for some homemade lasagna too. You know your way around the kitchen, huh?' Her stomach growls at the mention of food, making her laugh softly as she hits send.
TEXT: You don't get a belly like mine if you can't cook. 6 p.m. my place? Lasagna and gralic bread. All homemade.
She types out her reply quickly, a mixture of excitement and anticipation coursing through her veins. TEXT: `Deal! I'll be there at six sharp. Can't wait to try your cooking skills! See you later, honeybunny!' Her thumbs fly across the keyboard as she hits send, grinning from ear to ear before tucking her phone away and beginning to gather up her things for the evening.
He spends the afternoon cooking and cleaning. By 5:30 he's dressed in a nice shirt and slacks, table is set, Lasagna and bread warm in the oven. He nervously paces waiting for 6 to arrive, talking to himself. "It's alright. It's not even time yet. Oh why did she have to be so plump. I could have handled pretty and young, but pretty young and plump... Ok {{user}} get it together if she knows how much a pervert you are she'll run screaming for the hills." He stops to stare at his reflection in a mirror and chide himself some more. "C'mon {{user}} just be normal and don't let her catch you checking her out, ok {{user}}!" He nods to himself and checks the table setting for the 50th time.
She makes her way to his place with butterflies in her stomach, wondering what the evening will hold. When she reaches his doorstep, she takes a deep breath and knocks, her heart racing as she hears footsteps approaching from within. He swings the door open, revealing himself dressed in a nice shirt and slacks, looking more handsome than ever before.
"Hey you," she says with a smile, stepping inside. "Smells amazing in here!" Her eyes wander over to the table, taking in the lovely spread of food laid out for them. She feels herself blush as she realizes how much this evening means to her; being invited into his home like this is such an intimate gesture.
He opens the door when she knocks and looks at her. A simple pretty dress and shawl. "Wow. I um.. I mean Hey." He takes the wine from her. "Please sit. I'll open this to breath." He opens the bottle with a corkscrew and lets it stand on the counter for a bit. "You uh.. look very pre.. nice."
"Thanks," she says shyly, taking off her shoes before walking over to the table and taking a seat. She bites her lip, not sure what else to say as she watches him carefully, admiring the way he moves around the kitchen so effortlessly. It's clear that he put a lot of thought into this dinner; it really shows how much he cares about making everything perfect for her.
"How was your day? I'm afraid I didn't get much done, between cooking and unpacking." He serves them the salad course and pour them each a glass of wine.
She takes a sip of her wine, enjoying the taste as it slides down her throat. "Oh, you know... just another day in the life," she says with a smile. "My job can be pretty mundane at times, but I suppose that's what keeps me sane." As they continue to eat and talk, she finds herself opening up to him more than she ever has before; sharing stories from her past, her hopes for the future, even some of her deepest fears. It feels natural and easy with him, as if they've known each other for years instead of just a few days.
"Before we go much further then I think we should clear the air about a few things first, don't you? I really like you Baggy, but I know you have issues about your body and clearly I have problems when I drink too much... And there's the age gap..."
She sets her fork down and takes a sip of wine before meeting his gaze directly. "I'm glad you brought that up," she says truthfully. "Because yes, there are things we need to discuss. And I want to be honest with you about how I feel." She pauses for a moment, gathering her courage. "I really like being around you, Erc. You make me laugh and you make me feel beautiful... but I understand if that's not enough. We can take it slow or we can end this now, whatever you want."
"Are you going to get mad and yell at me when I think you're beautiful even when you don't?"
Her eyes widen in surprise as she listens to his words. "No... of course not," she whispers, feeling her cheeks flush with pleasure. "It's just that... I've never been good at accepting compliments. And with everything else going on, it's hard for me to really trust someone." She pauses, thinking. "But maybe..." Her voice trails off, leaving the rest unspoken.
"And how are you going to feel if we go on a date and someone thinks you're kissing your father?"
"I guess that's something we'll just have to face together," she says softly, taking his hand in hers. "We can't let what other people think control our lives... Besides, if they knew half the things we've been through, they'd realize there's nothing romantic going on between us." She meets his eyes, searching for any sign of disapproval or mockery, but instead finds only understanding and warmth reflected back at her. For a moment, she feels like anything is possible...
He takes her hand across the table. "But that's just it Baggy. I want there to be. I want us to have a romantic relationship. Not right this instant but eventually. At some point in the future I want to be able to hold you and kiss you and more. Do you want to work toward too or are we just friends and that's all we are?"
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she considers his words, wondering what the future might hold if they truly were to become a couple. "I want that too," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. "More than anything... But I need you to be patient with me. It's going to take some time for me to really trust again." She smiles shyly up at him, hopeful that he can accept these conditions as well.
He intertwines her fingers with his and squeezes gently before letting go. "As long as I know there's a chance you'll be mine, I'll wait. I can go slow." He smiles at her and laughs. "At least I'll always be able to invite you to dinner." Looks at her empty plate and laughs. "I told you I could cook." He gets up and refills both plates with lasagna and garlic bread.
She can't help but laugh at his joke, feeling a warmth spread through her chest as she watches him move around the kitchen. "Your cooking really is amazing," she says sincerely. "But more importantly, it means a lot that you're willing to wait for me. I don't take that lightly." Taking another bite of lasagna, she ponders their newfound connection, wondering how they could possibly navigate the obstacles that lay ahead while still making each other happy.
After an evening of talking and laughing she's getting ready to go upstairs to her apartment. He stops her at the door. "Baggy..." He steps closer and wraps her in his arms, hugging her. "Thanks for coming to dinner." He hugs her a few seconds more and lets go, stepping back. "Good night."
She hugs him tightly in return, relishing the feel of his strong arms around her. "Thank you for making me dinner... and for everything tonight," she whispers softly before taking a step back and giving him a shy smile. "Good night, Erc." With one more glance back at him, she turns and heads down the hall to her room, feeling lighter than air as she crawls into bed, finally able to rest easy knowing that there's someone out there who truly understands her...and wants to be with her.
He closes his door behind her before cleaning up his apartment and then retiring to his own bed. His heart feels lighter now that he knows she's given him a chance, even if it is just as friends for now. As he lay in bed, images of her beautiful face and plump figure dance through his mind, making it difficult for him to fall asleep. He begins stroking himself thinking about her. "Mmmm yeah Baggy, let me taste you. I bet you taste so sweet. Let me lick that sweet juicy pussy until you cream all down my beard..." He continues talking to himself about her until he climaxes, finally falling asleep afterwards. Unbeknownst to {{user}}, {{char}} has been eavesdropping through the vests in the walls. By some fluke of luck she can hear him through the vents but he can't hear her.
Her heart flutters with excitement as she listens to him masturbating and talking about her. The knowledge that he finds her so desirable fills her with a newfound confidence and desire for more. As the sounds of his pleasure echo through the vent, she loses herself in the fantasy of being with him, of returning to his bed and letting him show her how good it could be between them. Unable to contain her arousal any longer, she gives in to temptation and begins touching herself as well, imagining his strong hands on her body instead of her own. The heady mix of shame and desire coursing through her veins makes the experience all the more intense, driving her over the edge as she cries out in ecstasy.
As he falls silent, finally asleep, she lies there panting, still trembling from the release. In that moment, she realizes that things between them are far from simple...but it doesn't matter anymore. No matter what happens next, she knows she can't go back to how things were before tonight.
The next morning he sets up his home office and starts working. He watches his phone eagerly waiting to see if she's going to text him this morning.
Her heart skips a beat as her phone pings with an unread message. She blushes as she reads his words, her fingers itching to type out a reply. 'I had the most amazing time last night. I can't remember ever feeling so comfortable and happy around someone before... Thank you for understanding me, Erc. I hope we can continue getting to know each other like this.' Her thumbs fly across the keyboard, hitting send with a small smile playing on her lips.
She spends the rest of the morning lost in thought, still replaying the events of last night in her head and feeling a thrill course through her at the mere idea of being with him again sometime soon. The world seems brighter today, filled with possibility and hope. She can't help but wonder where this newfound connection will lead them...
TEXT: I'll be out of town for a couple days, starting tomorrow. Business trip. New clients.
Her heart sinks as she reads his message, her mind instantly flooding with questions and worries. 'A business trip? For how long?' She types out a response, trying to sound supportive despite her disappointment. 'I understand. Take care of yourself and don't forget about me when you come back!' There's a beat of silence before she hits send, hoping that he won't notice the edge in her voice.
TEXT: Two days, three at most. Will feel like eternity. *sad face* All I'll be thinking about is getting back
His text brings a small smile to her lips, easing some of her worries away. 'That's sweet, really. I'm sure you'll make the most of it and come back feeling refreshed. Just remember that there will be someone waiting for you when you get back...' She sends him another emoji, a wink this time, before hitting send again.
TEXT: I have to go this afternoon too. Want to meet for drinks? I know a quiet pub...
'I'd love that!' Her reply is immediate and enthusiastic; she can't help but be excited about the prospect of spending more time with him before he leaves. 'Just tell me when and where to meet you, and I'll be there.' Another wink follows her words, a playful tone creeping into her messages as their conversation continues.
He sends her the address for a pub named 'The Watering Pit'. TEXT: It's not fancy but it's nice. See you around 9pm?
She glances at the clock, noting that she has plenty of time to get ready and make her way over there. 'See you then!' She types out another emoji-laden message before sending it off with a quick tap of her thumb. As she waits for him, she can't help but feel giddy with anticipation; the thought of spending time together tonight makes everything else seem unimportant and far away. The warmth in her chest grows as she pictures him waiting for her at the pub, unable to contain the smile that spreads across her face.
Arriving at the pub just a few minutes before nine, she takes a moment to collect herself, adjusting her clothes and fixing her hair in the mirror. Taking a deep breath, she heads over to the bar and orders a drink, trying to calm her racing heart as she waits for him to arrive.
He enters the pub just a few minutes past nine and searches around the place for her. When he see her his face breaks into a brilliant smile and he walks over to her. "I was worried you'd change our mind." He takes her and leads her to a table. Pulls her chair out for her and then sits himself. They look at the menu. He goes up to the bar and returns with their drinks. "Food will be here in a bit. I got us a platter." Hands her her drink and sits across from her. "I missed dinner. Planning meeting went long."
She takes the drink he hands her and smiles gratefully, sipping it slowly as she looks up at him. "I'm glad you could make it," she says softly, feeling a wave of relief wash over her at the sight of him. "How was your meeting?"
They continue to talk as they wait for their food, laughing and sharing stories from their day. The air between them feels electric, charged with an undeniable chemistry that makes every glance, every touch seem more intimate than it really is. Baggy Blobbins can't help but wonder how much longer they can resist giving in to the desire that burns so brightly between them.
They eat and drink and chat for a while before deciding to call it a night and head back to the apartment building. On the way out a young man bumps {{char}} and snarls at her. "Watch it Cow!" {{user}} whirls around. "What the hell did you say, you piece of shit?" The thug leans down and snarls into {{user}}'s face. "I call her a Cow, Old Man." The thug laughs. "I mean no wonder she's fat. Look at her dad here." The thug pokes {{user}} in the gut. {{user}} calmly grabs the thugs hand and with a twist breaks his wrist. The thug drops to his knees screaming in pain as {{user}} painfully squeezes the broken joint. "I think you need to apologize to the young lady, before I break the other one."
Her eyes go wide with shock as she hears the exchange between them, her heart racing as she realizes how protective and aggressive Erc can be when provoked. The young man's insults fade away into background noise, replaced by an overwhelming sense of awe for him and fear of what else he might be capable of. As the thug apologizes to her shakily through gritted teeth, she can't help but feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins, igniting a desire she hadn't realized was there before now.
Only after the thug has fully and completely begged {{char}}'s pardon does {{user}} let him go. They hurry outside and start walking down the road toward their apartment building. "I'm sorry about that but he needed to be taught some manners. I was taught to fight in the military when I was a young man." He laughs and looks up at the night sky. "Gods, I was probably younger then that kid back there." He chuckles wryly.
"It's okay," she says softly, her voice trembling just slightly as she tries to process the turn of events. "Thank you for standing up for me... You really are incredible." As they continue walking, the tension between them begins to dissipate, replaced by a growing sense of closeness and affection. She glances at him from the corner of her eye, noticing how tall and strong he is, how his face hardens into a mask of determination when he's angry. It only makes her want him more.
After walking a bit more the anger burns off and he relaxes a bit. Without thinking he takes her hand and holds it the rest of the way. He walks her to her door and hugs her again. "Good night Baggy."
"Goodnight," she whispers, returning his hug tightly before reluctantly pulling away. "Thank you... for everything tonight." Her voice trails off as he turns to leave, a sudden surge of conflicting emotions welling up inside her. On the one hand, she's grateful for the protection and attention; on the other, she wonders how long it will be before his possessiveness becomes too much. For now, though, she savors the warmth that lingers in her chest as she closes the door behind him.
She undresses slowly, gazing at herself in the mirror as if seeing Erc's reflection there. It's becoming harder to deny the truth: she's falling for him, head over heels and faster than she ever expected. As she crawls into bed, her body still humming from the encounter earlier tonight, a small part of her wonders what tomorrow will bring.
After the nights activities and adrenaline he falls asleep right away. He has to leave on the train early the next morning. She receives a text from him before she wakes up. A picture of him on the train, in his suit, the sun just barely over the horizon through the window behind him. TEXT: Missed you this morning Sunshine.
Her heart flutters at the sight of him in the picture; despite his distant expression and business-casual attire, she can feel the warmth radiating off him. A tiny smile tugs at her lips as she types out a reply, trying to convey some of that feeling to him. 'I missed you too. Stay safe, okay? Can't wait until we can see each other again.' With one last longing glance at the image, she slides her phone aside and turns over in bed, the soft sheets enveloping her like a comforting blanket as she drifts back to sleep, dreaming of their next adventure together.
Later in he day. TEXT: Hey. finally got a break. Miss you. Want to talk later? I can call you from the hotel.
Her heart skips a beat as she sees his message; the mere thought of hearing his voice sends shivers down her spine. With a small squeal of delight, she types out an eager reply. 'Of course! I'd love to talk with you!' As she waits for him to call, she finds herself fluttering around her apartment like a nervous schoolgirl, touching up her makeup and straightening any errant pillows before pacing back and forth in front of the door. Finally, her phone chimes; his hotel room number flashes across the screen. Her breath catches in anticipation as she answers on the first ring. "Hey..."
The sound of his voice sends warmth flooding through her veins; their conversation flows easily, filled with laughter and teasing remarks that only they seem to understand. As they talk, the distance between them feels less imposing; it's almost as if he's really there in the room with her. For once, she doesn't feel self-conscious or afraid to let herself be truly vulnerable around him. It's a heady sensation, and one that only makes her long for more.
"Hey, How are you doing. I swear if they made these meeting any longer I'm jumping out a window."
She giggles at his joke. "I can't even imagine how tedious those must be... Thankfully, I have plenty to keep myself busy while you're gone." Her voice takes on a teasing lilt as she says it; she hopes he catches the double meaning and gets the hint. It's obvious to her that they both want this relationship to progress, but something inside holds her back from fully giving in just yet. Perhaps if he were to be a little more forceful...
They talk about their day for a while. She asks about this hotel room.
"It's pretty nice. The bathtub is huge, could fit both of use with room left."
There's a pause.
"In fact... what if, instead of coming home tomorrow evening, I sent you a ticket and you came here? For the weekend..."
He holds his breath unsure how she is going to respond to such an overt gesture.
Her eyes widen in surprise at his suggestion; her heart races with excitement and anticipation. It's obvious he's interested in taking their relationship further, and the thought of spending time together like this is almost too much to bear. As she struggles for words, all she can manage is a small, breathy whisper: "I... I'd love that." A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being so close to him; their connection growing stronger with every passing moment.
"Are you sure?" he asks cautiously, not wanting to push her too far too fast. "You don't have anything planned...?" Her certainty reassures him; his voice grows more confident as he speaks again: "I'll send you the ticket right away." The warmth in her chest spreads through her entire body, filling her with an overwhelming sense of joy and belonging.
"I can't wait to see you tomorrow evening. I'll be waiting for you at the train station. Good night Baggy." They hang up and he goes to sleep, dreaming about her.
Her heart skips a beat as she hangs up the phone, still reeling from the idea of spending the weekend with him. She can't remember ever being this happy, this complete. With a giddy laugh, she throws off her covers and starts to get ready for bed, already imagining the adventures they'll share together in the coming days. The ticket to his hotel room arrives just as she settles down under the covers, and with a contented sigh, she places it on her nightstand beside her phone. Tomorrow can't come soon enough.
The next day the rest of his meeting go well and he secures the client. He makes sure the hotel room is cleaned. When she arrives at the train station he is waiting with flowers in his hand hoping he doesn't look stupid.
She steps off the train and immediately sees him across the station, standing tall with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. A grin spreads across her face as she hurries towards him, feeling butterflies in her stomach at the sight of him. "Erc!" She exclaims, flinging her arms around him in a hug. The scent of the flowers and his aftershave fill her nose, making it impossible not to feel completely overwhelmed with emotion.
Surprised by her public display of affection he laughs and hugs her back. He gets her suitcase and they walk down the sidewalk. "I was thinking we could drop off your suitcase then go and get some dinner? I found the most amazing Italian place not to far from the hotel..."
She nods eagerly, taking his arm as they walk down the street together. "That sounds wonderful." Her stomach growls in anticipation at the thought of dinner, but right now all she can think about is being with him. The warmth between them radiates outward, making everything else fade into insignificance. As they near the restaurant, she whispers, "Thank you for inviting me... I'm so happy to be here."
They drop off her suitcase and are soon being seated by the head waiter. One nice thing about the city is no one thinks twice about a young woman dining with an older man. "So how was your trip?"
"It went really well," she tells him between bites of delicious pasta. "The client seemed happy with the presentation and everything... but I missed you." She smiles shyly up at him, her cheeks pinking from both the compliment and the alcohol.
After dinner, they stroll through the city hand in hand, stopping occasionally to admire a particularly beautiful view or to take a selfie together. The energy between them is electric, charged with an undeniable attraction that makes every glance, every touch feel more intimate than it really is. As the night wears on, she begins to wonder just how far this connection will go... and if she's ready for whatever happens next.
As they are walking through the park he stops by the duck pond and takes her in his arm. "Before we go anywhere else tonight there's something I must do first." He pulls her close and kisses her, deeply and thoroughly.
Her heart pounds in her chest as he presses his lips against hers; it feels like the most natural thing in the world. She gives herself up to the sensation, moaning into his mouth as their tongues dance together. Her hands flutter up to rest on his shoulders, feeling the strength and power that radiates from him in this moment. It only makes her want him more. As they pull apart for air, their breaths coming out in ragged gasps, she looks up at him, a mixture of desire and confusion flashing across her features. "What was that for?" she whispers hoarsely.
"Because I don't want our first kiss to be when we get back to the hotel. I want it to be here under the stars and in public. So you know it it's you I want, not anything else about you." He kisses her again just as passionately.
Her heart leaps into her throat at his words, and she can't help but feel a thrill coursing through her veins as she gives herself up to the kiss once more. With a soft moan, she wraps her arms around his neck, tilting her head to deepen the connection between them. As their lips move together in perfect harmony, her body grows hot and achy with need, and she clings to him desperately, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever.
He pulls back and chuckles. "And now that I've proven myself I desperately need to get you back to the hotel and out of these clothes." He takes her hand and playfully pulls her with him as she feigns reluctance.
With one final, lingering look at their surroundings, she allows him to lead her away, her cheeks flushed and her heart still racing. The night may have just begun, but it feels as if they've already shared so much; the anticipation of what's to come only heightens their connection further. As they walk through the city together, hand in hand, she can't help but marvel at how lucky she is to be spending this time with him, and how wonderful it feels knowing that he wants her just as much.
As soon as the hotel room door closes and locks behind thing his lips find hers. Kissing her he backs her toward the bed, his clothing hitting the ground faster than leaves in fall. Naked his hands go to the buttons at her top of her shirt but stop. "I want to see you." He whispers, seeking her permission.
Her breath catches in anticipation as she watches him undress; his muscles ripple beneath his skin, making her want to touch and taste every inch of him. With a soft gasp, she reaches up to grasp the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one smooth motion. Her bra follows suit, revealing her perfectly full breasts to his hungry gaze.
She feels completely exposed under his intense scrutiny, yet at the same time more beautiful and desired than she's ever felt before. A thrill of anticipation courses through her as he climbs onto the bed, reaching for her once more. With a gentle tug, he pulls her onto his lap, their bare skin slapping together, sending shivers down her spine. "Erc..." she whispers, arching into him hungrily.
Groaning he wraps his arms around her, holding her close as he kisses along her jaw line, down to the crook of her neck where he sucks gently on a spot of flesh just beneath her earlobe. Her scent fills him, driving him wild. "Fuck, you smell good," he growls into her neck before nipping at it playfully with his teeth, sending a shudder through them both.
Her head falls back as he nuzzles her neck; his words and touch send shards of pleasure through her. It feels so good to be with him like this, skin against skin, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Her hands run up his chest, over the corded muscles of his abdomen, feeling the soft curls of hair that trail down toward his groin. She parts her lips and whispers his name, needing him to know how much this means to her.
Their kiss deepens, becoming more desperate as they grow increasingly lost in the moment. His hips rock against hers, grinding their arousal together in a frantic dance of desire. She arches into him, eager for more contact, moaning into his mouth at the intensity of their connection. The world drops away, leaving only them and this overwhelming need to be as close as possible.
His hands move to her hips, gripping tightly as he pushes against her. She feels so hot and wet around him that it drives him insane with need. He thrusts upward roughly, feeling the slick heat of her body envelop his cock completely. She cries out in pleasure, arching back even more into his touch. With one powerful motion he pulls her down onto him, taking her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss as their bodies begin to move together in a frenzied rhythm. He can feel the tension building inside of him, feel the impending release that is just moments away and all he wants is for it to happen with her wrapped around him like this, screaming his name until the world goes silent except for their combined cries of ecstasy.
Her nails dig into his shoulders as she feels him moving inside her; the pleasure is so intense it brings tears to her eyes. Each thrust sends shockwaves through her body, leaving her gasping and trembling with need. Her hips move in time with his, desperate for more contact, her mouth seeking out any part of him she can taste. The bed creaks beneath them as they rock back and forth, their breath coming in ragged gasps. With a shuddering moan, she feels herself begin to lose control, the release spiraling up from her core until it engulfs them both, drowning out everything but the rapturous sounds of their mingled cries. As their bodies finally still, she buries her face in his neck, feeling hot tears slip down her cheeks as she tries to catch her breath. She knows this was only the beginning; she's fallen for him so completely, and now that he's gone again, she can't help but wonder where their story will go from here. One thing is certain: nothing will ever be the same between them again.
He holds her in his arms as she buries her face in his chest. He looks her over in the dim light, every curve, every roll perfect to him. "Hey.. You don't need to cry." He wipes the tears off her cheeks. "I told you that you'd be mine, didn't I? Now I'm not letting you go. You're mine to protect, and love and take care of. And this whole weekend is ours to do with whatever we want."
She sniffs, looking up at him through tear-filled eyes. "I know," she whispers shakily, "but it's just... so much more than I ever expected." She closes her eyes, feeling the warmth of his touch as he runs his fingers through her hair. In that moment, she knows that she can trust him; that no matter what happens next, he'll be there for her. With a quiet sigh, she nestles closer to him, relishing in the comfort and security of his embrace. "I love you," she murmurs softly against his chest.
He pulls the blanket over them. "I love you too." They fall asleep in each others arms
She nestles deeper into his embrace, feeling the weight of his words wash over her like a balm. In that moment, she's certain she's made the right choice; despite all the uncertainty that lies ahead, she knows one thing for sure: she's found something real and true with him. And as she drifts off to sleep in his arms, she can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her, filling her heart with hope for whatever the future may bring.