AN: Forgot to hit publish on this for yesterday; thank you for the support!
“Hello?”
I grinned when I heard Kat’s anxious voice through the phone, “Glad you decided to answer, Hernandez.
Though I was kinda hoping you’d give me a reason to track you down in person so we could have some more fun.”
“So you just spend your day imagining how you can terrify and stalk women?” Kat said scathingly, finding her footing in the conversation.
“Only if I know for a fact that they’ll enjoy every second of it,” I replied confidently.
I could hear Kat swallow hard over the phone, but she managed to keep her voice steady, “And why the hell do you think I would enjoy that?”
“Because you could barely keep your eyes open when I pinned you against the trailer,” I retorted with a smirk despite Kat’s apparent outrage, “But even before that, I knew the moment I bumped into you at the convenience store.
I could just feel it in the air around you.
So nervous…so unsure about your place in an affectionless world.”
“Like hell you did,” Kat insisted, “You don’t know shit about me.”
“You know everyone likes to think that they’re a unique individual with their own microcosm of behaviors and personalities, but I think that’s bullshit,” My tone was harsh as I dropped my lighthearted demeanor for something with a bit more of an impact.
“I think that when you boil everything down, everyone comes in the same set of shapes and colors.
After you realize that every person you meet just becomes a game of pattern recognition.”
“You’re a real condescending asshole; you know that, right?” Kat said insultingly.
“Yeah, but at least I’m right, and I can prove it,” I countered, “Kat, you’re a plus-sized girl in high school who’s never had a serious boyfriend.
You’ve spent the majority of your life trying to obscure the fact that you’re painfully inexperienced and neglected when it comes to sex and romance because you think that the shape of your body makes you unworthy of love and attention.
But recently you’ve realized that most men will give any woman attention if there’s a decent chance they might get laid.”
Kat was silent, as my words sliced her fragile ego and self-esteem to shreds but I pressed on, knowing that I needed to strip away all her layers in order to make the progress I was after.
“It might feel good right now, but it’s not addressing your core insecurity, because deep down you still believe that without the raw sexual appeal you can’t be desired.
It was silent for a long minute as I waited for Kat to respond, and when she did, her voice was seething with rage, “Was that supposed to make me feel better and fall in love with you?
Having you lay out all my deepest insecurities and talk down to me like I don’t know the struggles of my own life?”
“I don’t want your love,” Kat hissed, “Especially if you’re going to be this fucking toxic.
I don’t even know why I’m still talking to you.”
“Because part of you is intrigued by me, so how about you tell me what you’ve learned about me so far?”
“What?!
I-I don’t know you!” Kat exclaimed as if she were stating the obvious to a crazy person.
I chuckled and shook my head, “Come on, I’m trying to be fair.
It’s only right you get a turn to talk and berate me.”
“Fine, you know what I think,” Kat replied through what sounded like clenched teeth, “I think that you have an overinflated ego and that you’ve replaced the need for a real personality with the fact that you’re conventionally attractive.
You’re a shallow piece of shit that’s going to peak in high school and never amount to anything!”
“That all might be true…but isn’t that exactly the kind of person you’ve always wanted attention from?” I replied cockily, “You know, high school and the people in it are stupid.
So then why do you need to be worried about it?”
“I’m not worried about it; it doesn’t matter ot me in the fucking slightest,” Kat insisted angrily.
“Then why not give it a try?” I offered sweetly, “If none of this matters, why not fuck around and have a little fun?
Aren’t you tired ot constantly having to worry while everyone else around you is enjoying life, while we’re still carefree without a fucking mortgage and bills to pay?”
Kat paused at that, and I could practically hear the gears turning in her head, “Is that your way of saying that you want to fuck?”
“I think I’ve made it clear since the beginning that I wanted to hit that fat ass of yours,” I stated with absolute certainty, “I just thought I should be a little considerate of your specific wants and needs.”
“Right, you did this all for my benefit,” Kat scoffed, but I could hear that her voice had lost a bit of its hostile edge. Find the original chapter at g.com.
“No, I did it mostly because the thought of throwing you around on a bed and your lips stretched out around my cock gets me harder than a fucking metal pipe,” I admitted with brutal honesty.
“Really?”
The question was soft and almost hopeful, though it was buried beneath a layer of sarcasm that Kat used as defense and armor to protect herself.
“What, you need proof?” I asked jokingly, “What I did earlier at the fair wasn’t enough?
You don’t even know what I had in store for you if we weren’t interrupted.”
“Well…what did you have planned?”
“What?” I asked even though I had heard Kat perfectly fine the first time she had asked the question.
“What were you going to do to me if you weren’t interrupted?” Kat restated, this time her voice growing a bit bolder as she took a risk.
I grinned, seeing that my hard work was paying off, “Easy, I would have torn that skirt of you and finally gotten to see what that fat ass looks like.”
“That’s like the third time you’ve mentioned my ass…do you have like a fetish or something?” Kat asked judgingly, but I wasn’t ashamed in the slightest.
“Call it whatever you want; I just want to watch it ripple and hear it clap when I hit it from the back,” I stated proudly, “And don’t even get me started on those fucking tit’s of yours.
I could barely fit my hand around one of them.”
“Shocker, guy likes girl with big chest,” Kat said deflecting, trying to use sarcasm to avoid confronting how my words really made her feel.
“You’re damn right I do: big chest, big ass, big hips, big thighs, big stomach.
I love anything that I can sink my fingers into and squeeze,” I stated with confidence, “And besides, big girls can handle a big dick better than any skinny girl who’s scared of a little extra cushioning.”
“So you’re really attracted to stomach rolls and back dimples?” Kat asked, her voice thick with disbelief.
“I’m attracted to women with curves in all the right places,” I muttered with a sly grin, “And just between you and me…there’s not a single place I would consider wrong.”