Big Girls Do It Better

The Beginning

I wish he'd come the fuck on. These were my thoughts waiting on Kyle to show up. It's bad enough Shon would be off work at 7. I was trying my luck sitting in his truck in front of this raggedy  motel at 6:15. But I needed the money.

It had been 6 months since Shon and I had become a couple. I was so tired of niggas that I promised I would not be held down any longer. But it was that puppy dog look in his eyes that I couldn't resist. 6'1, 230 lb, light brown eyes, thick waves and abs to die for. Sexy was an understatement. In my heart, I loved him but in mind I didn't trust any man. So here I was waiting on this 5 minute ass boy to do his rabbit move so I could pick my man up from work.

Bang, bang, bang across my car window. "Yani, come to 173.", The knock on the window almost made me piss myself.  I guess that was guilty conscience for you. I instantly caught an attitude when I got a glimpse  of him through the glass. Not that the Tank look alike, wasn't fine. But because I knew it be a matter of time before he'd say something stupid that was going to make wish I said fuck the money.

Yanita King, my birth name. Yani for short. Born to two normal middle class workers in Colorado. Why my parents decided to move from New Jersey to the mountains was still a mystery. But I had a thing for the accents of the New Jersey and New York black men. No I'm not prejudice but I think I just love black men. My father was Black and Mexican, my mother 100% Indian. So my skin was like Mocha, my hair like silk and my body. My body. I wasn't your average 5'5 120. Or if that's even average. I am what some call BBW, others call Fat and many used chunky. But in my world, niggas called my sexy and exotic.What I had discovered over my 30 years of life was that men like pussy. And since I moved back to the East coast when I was 16 to enter a school for the gifted, I noticed the hood didn't lie. Pussy had no face. Although I had a chubby round face with, I guess my pussy made up for the fact that I was plumped.  And the men talked about it more than females gossiping.

Kyle had been begging for a year to be committed. Hell no, not his money not his sexiness could make me  leave Shon. Not to mention I couldn't stand his sex but his money was long. Shon and I lived outside the Upper Class area in North Jersey. Close to his home in New York. It was also close to alot of celebrities so the rent was outrageous. Shon and I had decided to buy a house after we were married.  I hadn't told him that my business was failing because Kyle picked up the pieces. So for the nice 15 minutes I gave him, he gave me hundreds. I can't wait until the day I never had to deal with his arrogant ass again. As soon as Shon made the last payment on our wedding venue, that Kyle had already paid off, Kyle was history.