“Are you condoning me punching your wife?” I ask, looking up at him.
“If it gets her to stop being a bitch to you, why not? Everyone has to learn somehow,” he says coolly.
“I’m going to take a shower and go to bed,” I laugh and pat his arm before skipping past him.
“Good night, Ava,” he says.
“Night, Dante.”
I get back into my room and take my robe off so I can step into my underwear. I’m going to make myself take this picture, so I choose my black lace cheeky underwear and step in front of the mirror. My long brown hair cascades over my shoulders with a few pieces falling forward to drape over my tits.
Looking at myself, I don’t see what these guys see. I see a girl with thick thighs, wide hips, uncomfortably large breasts, and a fat stomach. I carry most of my weight in my ass, but I carry a lot in my belly as well. No matter what I do I can’t seem to get it to go away.
I look at my phone to see that Danny and Dante have texted me.
Danny: I’ve been a good boy! Are you going to keep teasing me or can I see that sexy body?
Dante: I’ll hold her down and you punch her! Seriously though, don’t listen to her.
I close out the messages and pull my camera up. I have been teasing him all day so it’s only fair that I don’t lead him on. If I didn’t want to, I would have said no. Maybe Danny will actually be decent in bed.
I take a few pictures at different angles before choosing the one I like best. I’m not going to catfish anyone so I’m not going to hide that I’m bigger. That would just be rude and set me up to get fat-shamed in person.
I quickly attach the photo before I change my mind with a suggestive comment that says, “Think you can handle it?” and hitsend. I toss my phone on the bed to pull on an oversized T-shirt. When I hear Dante’s phone go off in the living room, the world stops and I forget how to breathe for a second. I force my legs to work and run to the bed to see who the fuck I just sent that to.
“No. No. No. No,” I whisper. I watch as the message goes from “delivered” to “read” and it’s too late. I just sent a nude to my stepdad. I’m panicking but I don’t know what to do. I could just get my keys and leave. I am not above sleeping in my car. I can’t fucking believe I just did that. I’m normally so good at making sure I know who I’m texting. I was in a hurry and both of their names start with the same letter.
When I hear his footsteps, I panic and back away from the door. I expect him to knock like he always does, but he doesn’t this time. He calmly walks in and shuts the door behind him. His eyes darken when he sees me in nothing but a T-shirt and the underwear from the picture. A weird mix of emotions rushes through me when he turns and flips the lock on my door and walks over to stand in front of me.
“Dante, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean…”
“Shh,” he says, pressing his finger to my lips. My brain instantly stops producing words and I go silent. “Who was that meant for?”
“Danny,” I whisper.
“Who is he?”
“Just a guy I’ve been talking to,” I answer.
“Dating?”
“No,” I shake my head. “He just wants to sleep with me. He had been asking for a picture and I wanted to feel…”
“Feel what?” he asks.
“Pretty. Wanted,” I say, bowing my head.
“You don’t feel pretty?” he asks, lifting my chin. “You shouldn’t be sending boys pictures like that.”
“Why? Because I’m fat?” I ask with an attitude. I try to move away from him, but I gasp when he grabs the back of my neck and yanks me closer to him. I instinctively put my hands up but all I do is end up pressed against him. Dante is a big man. He stands at six foot five inches. He has thick muscles that span across his body, and I can feel how they flex under my hands as I have them resting on his chest.
“No, because you need to stop playing with these little boys. If you want to feel pretty and wanted, all you had to do was ask,” he says with a sultry tone.
“Dante,” I breathe. “You’re married to my mom.”
“You think I stay for her?” he asks with a sinister smirk. “You think it’s her that I want in my bed?”
“W-we can’t,” I stutter. My brain is in a fog, and I don’t know what to do. Being pressed against him like this is sending jolts of electricity straight to my pussy. The sudden need I have for him to touch me is overwhelming.