CHUBBY

fourteen

This chapter has some naughty thoughts in it hehehe.

"Hey beautiful," he said once I opened the door.

"Ew please stop," I said heading back to the couch.

"What's he doing here," he pointed to Mickey Mouse.

"He's my boyfriend remember?" I told him.

"But you said he wasn't," Scott said.

"But I lied because I thought it was going to be a secret," I fired back.

***

We were sitting for about thirty minutes now. I was teaching him this weeks concept. God was he retarted. Also for these thirty minutes, Mickey Mouse had been trying not to laugh his ass off. I'll admit it was funny but jeez, Mickey Mouse, have some heart lol.

"Oh my god. Why is math so hard?" He said.

"Your making it hard!" I said threw my teeth. Admittedly, I was getting pretty frustrated.

"Ok ok, that's enough for tonight," he started to pack his things up.

"You've literally only been here for an hour. What the hell?" I yelled getting up.

"Well to fucken bad. I'm bad at this and I'm tired," he walked towards the door, "see you tomorrow," he said before slamming it shut.

"Unbelievable," I said to myself.

"Eh, let him go," Mickey Mouse was having way too much fun.

***

I've never dreamed about a guy before. Like in a negative, positive, or sexual way before. But since that kiss, all I could dream about was Mickey Mouse giving me more than just a little kiss but more. Way more!

I know it sounds weird and all but literally the dream I just woke up from was him lying in my bed naked. Fully naked. I haven't even seen him shirtless yet nonetheless seeing his penis. It was like so weird and it made seeing him awkward because that's literally all I could think about.

A couple of times I caught myself staring at his print through his pants. Oh, and it was a print. A big one.

And no matter how much I tried clearing my head of it, it didn't matter. He was unbelievably gorgeous and that kiss ralled up too many different feelings.

I know what horny feels like though. I've watched porn before, don't tell my mom though. But it's like, I've never experienced anything or any pleasure from well, a guy. I thought my whole life I'd be giving myself orgasms which weren't even that great. Now it has me thinking, was I doing it wrong?

I don't know, maybe I was. Samantha always told me that sometimes her orgasms could be better than the ones guy's gave her which can be an exaggeration. But I'm not too sure.

And not to sound like a complete freak or creep or anything but, Mickey Mouse is a huge turn on for me if I haven't mentioned it. Well I did say I look at his print. I just wish he'd kiss me again.

At the same time though, I don't think I'm ready for sex yet. I'm still having major problems with my body these days and can't seem to control the thought that when he sees my bare body, he will run and hide. Even though, I'm not as big as I used to be. Sure I have big thighs and a few stretch marks underneath my belly button here and there but like, my body wasn't that bad any more.

I'm standing for the elevator when Mickey comes out of his apartment. I didn't say anything to him though. I just looked at him and back at the elevator a couple times.

"Everything alright Frank?" He asked. God he had that stupidly gorgeous smile on his face.

"Yup. Everything's perfect," I said very awkwardly.

"Oh well you seem weird," he told me.

"Weirder than usual?" I asked quickly.

"Huh?" He said. He must have not heard me.

"Ah nothing," I didn't repeat myself because I really didn't want him to hear me in the first place.

"So, where are you off too?" He asked me as we stepped out of the elevator.

"School. Like always," I giggled.

"Oh yeah, right right. Need a ride?"

"Your car came?"

"Yup."

"Then yes, yes I do." Hopefully his print wouldn't distract me again. Hopefully he wouldn't catch me if it does.

"So, what's did you do last night?" The car was in an awkward silence and I guess he was just trying to start conversation.

"Uh nothing much. Just sit, watch stuff. That's all," I boringly let out.

"What type of stuff?"

"Ah you know. Stuff. Doesn't really matter," I waved him off.

It took him a while to respond. At the corner of my eyes, I saw a big goofy smile on his face. "Oh my, my, my, Frankie! Were you watching porn!" He jokingly yells. Luckily we were in a car.

"What! No," I was a bad liar, hopefully he doesn't know me well enough to realize I was lying.

"Mm. Don't like to me Frankie! Innocent high school kid by day, freak in the sheets by night," he jokingly teased.

"What! I'm a virgin!" I mistakenly yell out. The smile on his face disappeared, a thoughtful look appeared.

"Ah I'm sorry Frankie. I didn't know that. When I said that I just meant masturbation. Not sex," he said that last part awkwardly.

"Nope. It was my mistake," I let out a breath. I'm suprised he didn't start laughing at me.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, I won't tell anyone," that goofy smile showed up on his face again.

"Oh haha, your so funny. Are we there yet?" I asked. Jeez I was so embarrassed.

"Ahh. We are now. Have a good day," he said as I exited the car.

Oh my god! Such an embarrassment.