On the Plus Side
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“Don’t stop,” he whispered in my ear as he moved his hands up to caress the rest of me.
Hesitantly, I continued his rhythm on myself. His eyes beat into mine. At first there was a tiny bit of embarrassment, but once I felt his hardness press into my back and heard his breathing increase, I knew I was turning him on.
I nibbled on my bottom lip as the ache increased in my lower stomach.
“Next time you’re alone and you touch yourself, I want you to fantasize about this moment.”
The mirror was beginning to fog up and soon I couldn’t see our reflections anymore. He spun me around and lifted me onto the bathroom counter like I weighed nothing. He pulled me to the edge of the counter then lifted me again as he pushed himself inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
Within seconds, I was coming apart and he moaned his approval as he gripped my ass. It was fast and hard. The bathroom was full of steam and heavy breathing. I heard him groan my name in my ear as he slammed himself inside me one final time.
It wasn’t until I was done with my shower that I realized what he had done. He had effectively taken my mind away from all the questions I had about his mother by seducing me. I hated that he was so slick to use sex against me, but at the same time I wanted to applaud him.
*****
After that day I never mentioned his mother again. I knew in the back of my mind that Devin was more broken than he let on, but who wasn’t? I just wished that he would talk about it.
A week later we went shopping with Shannon.
“I hate shopping malls,” Devin said as he sucked on his cherry slushy. “It’s full of teenage boys in skinny jeans and twelve year old girls with too much make-up on.” He pointed to a boy with a green mohawk. “That boy’s pants are tighter than the chick’s that’s with him.”
“Skinny jeans are kind of the thing now,” Shannon laughed.
We were on the hunt for the perfect birthday present for our friend Erin, and Devin had tagged along. He looked funny, all tall and tattooed among the girly shops.  Every now and again I’d catch him shaking his head and rolling his eyes. He was such a guy.
“Lil, you know you want a pair of skinny jeans,” Shannon joked.
“Um, hell no. You’ll never catch me wearing skinny jeans or anything camouflaged,” I said as I browsed.
“I don’t care what you wear. I prefer you naked anyway.” Devin snaked his hand behind me and grabbed my ass.
I smacked his hand away and felt my face heat up. Being affectionate in public was new for me and I think he got a kick out of making me blush.
Shannon rolled her eyes. “Why no camouflage?” she asked. “I think some of the pink camo stuff is cute.”
“The whole point of camouflage is to blend in. A girl my size ain’t blending into anything.”
Shannon and I laughed while Devin shook his head.
He hated when I made fat girl jokes, but it was kind of my thing. Growing up I learned quickly to make the jokes before anyone else could. It slowed the teasing if I made people laugh with me instead of at me.
“I gotta pee. I’ll meet up with you guys in a bit, OK?” Shannon said, as she left the store.
Devin and I walked out behind her and made our way to the next store, passing Victoria’s Secret on the way.
“OK, now that’s more like it. Come on,” he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the store.
I’d always made it a point to never go into Victoria’s Secret. I knew what that bitch’s secret was and it had everything to do with stringy panties with not enough fabric to cover my ass.
Shannon had once tried to talk to me into buying a pair of thongs, but the thought of that string going in and never coming out always scared me. Losing the thin line of fabric was a very real possibility for a girl my size. Not to mention, looking like a sumo wrestler was never my thing.
“I am not going in there.” I pulled my arm back.
“Why not? You’d look hot in that black thing over there,” he whispered in my ear as he nodded at a sheer piece of scrap fabric hanging in the showcase window.
“I think not,” I blushed. “I’d never wear something like that.”
“Not even if I said pretty please with a cherry on top?” He leaned in and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Nope, not even then.” I latched my arms around his neck.
We stood that way as people walked around us and paid us no attention.
“What if I promised to suck the cherry on top?” he whispered against the side of my neck before planting a soft kiss behind my ear.