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Everything about Thomas is big, and when the girls at school talk about monster dick, I now know what they mean. His is perfect. But I can’t imagine that thing fitting inside me.
I’ve never gone that far with anyone. You could say I’m a late bloomer, but it’s just how I’m made. I don’t apologize for it. I also don’t think most guys are into girls my size, but I refuse to go there. Thomas thinks I’m perfect… Shit, I have to stop thinking things like that.
I don’t know what his endgame is, and I hope this isn’t just an elaborate prank.
Christmas comes and goes and the night of the New Year’s Eve party at my mom’s friends’ is in full swing.
They have an opulent house, and the grounds are sprawling. All of my friends from school are here, as well as Thomas’s. He came to the same fucking party.
Again, we’ve avoided each other all week. When we collided in the bathroom, I ran out saying he could have it, and I shut my bedroom door before he could argue.
It feels forbidden. He’s right across the damn hall and our parents have no idea what happened at the mall.
I can’t stop thinking about how he touched me. How his eyes roamed my body like he really did think I was beautiful. Nobody has ever looked at me like he did that day. Or said those words. And I want more of it.
It’s wrong. So very wrong, but I want him.
I wear the dress Thomas bought me, and rode with my mom and Terrance, having no idea where Thomas even is tonight.
I don’t want to keep thinking about him. It’s been hard enough at home with him right there, without having to deal with him seeing me in the dress he bought me. The one he forbade me to wear.
It fits like a glove and is tight in all the right places.
I find myself hoping Thomas likes it on me, now that my ass isn’t hanging half out of it.
The masquerade-style party is in full swing, not that I’m wearing a stupid mask.
But there’s formal dancing and fancy food that has caviar on it and tastes like dirt.
I agree to dance with Chris, an old high school buddy, and we laugh as he tells me about his new roommate who has stinky socks and bad hygiene. After the second dance, I see Thomas staring at me from across the ballroom. I freeze in place as he stalks toward me and, before I know it, he pulls me into his arms and away from Chris, telling him, “I’m cuttin’ in.”
“Thomas,” I say, as he whisks me away. “That was rude!”
“What did I tell you about wearing this in public?”
I stare at him, unable to form words as he waits for my answer.
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His handson my body feel forbidden. Wrong. But oh-so right.
“Well?” he demands, when I don’t answer.
“I – I don’t understand. You bought it for me.”
His eyes graze down my body. “Yes, but not to wear for everyone else to see.”
I gape at him. “Did you want me to wear it just for you?”
He spins me around, and my hands reach up around his neck as he holds me. He’s not a great dancer, but at least he’s trying, even if he is being demanding.
“Yes.”
“Thomas, we can’t do this.”
“Exactly what are we doing?” He quirks an eyebrow.
