More Than Enough

  ARC

  ChaShiree M.

  Contents

  1. AraLynn

  2. Mike

  3. AraLynn

  4. Mike

  5. AraLynn

  6. Mike

  7. AraLynn

  8. Mike

  9. AraLynn

  10. Mike

  11. Aralynn

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Other Books by ChaShiree M.

  1

  AraLynn

  My fingers brace over the keyboard, heart pounding, mind racing, and nerves dwindling with each second, I don’t type. It is my current state of being in the moment. I had heard about the ‘Let’s Try Love’ dating site from a lady at work, who supposedly has a cousin that met her now husband on said site. You know how these things go. It’s always a friend of a friend of someone else. Although skeptical, I have nothing to lose at this point. Let’s be honest; anything is better than the weirdos my best friend Crystal keeps trying to hook me up. Can’t be that bad you say. OK!!

  The first guy was sweet when we communicated over the phone. We ended up talking for about a week, about any and everything. For some reason, I ignored the fact that he kept asking about my weight and the kind of sweets I liked. I assumed he was trying to make certain I wasn’t one of those girls he would take to dinner and order a salad minus the dressing and the meat. When we did finally go out, he took me to a place called Le Chocolat. I was slightly confused because I was pretty sure they only served dessert. But hey, what did I know?

  When we got to the restaurant, and after receiving the menu, my original assessments confirmed. I decided to go along with it since I was there already. After we ordered, things took a swift turn when he tried to feed me fondue dipped pound cake. I politely told him no thank you, but he insisted again. In my mind, I am thinking, ‘Ok AraLynn, he is trying to be sweet. Let him be sweet’ so I ate the cake from his hand.

  It was weird enough as it was, but when he moaned and began to shake as the cakes devoured in my mouth, I began to freak out on the inside. I quickly glance around to see if anyone was watching us. I mean in a way I wanted witnesses. There needed to be people who could say I was there in case he takes me out back, chops me up, and eats me. At the same time, I didn’t want people seeing how low I had stooped in the dating pool.

  As I turned around to face him, I was running through excuses in my head on ways to get out of here as fast as possible. Instead, I am met with a slice of pie in my face.

  “You said you like chocolate. See the frosting. Lick it. I want nothing more than to see you lick it for me. Oh god. Your little tongue is peeking out and licking the frosting with your chubby cheeks all rosy because you love it. Oh yes.”

  Oh no!!! Standing immediately, I pushed my chair back so fast I almost gave myself whiplash. There was no way I was saying anything to him. I grabbed my purse and hightailed it out of there like my thong was on fire. I had almost made it to the door when I am stopped by a moan. It not a single moan mind you, but a chorus of moans. I paused to find the source. What I saw was…. I don't know how to describe it. All around me there were plus size women with men feeding them food. Not only were the men feeding them, but the women and the men were also getting off on it.

  I had no idea what alternate universe I was in, but I wanted out.

  When I finally made it home, I called Crystal and gave her a piece of my mind. I don't judge people and feel everyone is entitled to their kinks. But seriously, I have been reduced to Fideism?!

  That wasn’t the last time she tried to hook me up.

  The final straw was when she introduced me to a man named Hector. We texted and talked over the phone, and everything was normal. He seemed rather ‘boring’ if you will, which was a relief. One night he detailed how our first date would be, and his request had the wheels turning.

  “Just don’t wear open-toed shoes or flats with rounded or pointed toes.” WTF. Deciding to reserve my concern for a second, I simply asked him why. His response…... “Well, I have plenty of time to see your feet later. Right? Just not on the first date.” And with that statement, I’m done. The date never happened, and Crystal was banned from playing matchmaker for me ever again. I did tell her I thought it’s a reflection of her, that every guy she tried to match me with has had some weird fetish or another.

  She didn’t find that funny.

  It is now a year later since all that craziness, and I am ready to find...someone. I would love to get married, have babies, and live a HEA. But in this day and age of videos, exercise fanatics, and girls that don’t eat, no one is going to want a size 16 wife. One with a soft, pudgy stomach, nonetheless. So, I will settle for a companion. Someone I can go to the movies with, maybe snuggle during a movie marathon at home, and talk to on the phone. Hopefully to even feel a bit... feminine. Having sex would be awesome, but I’m not holding my breath.

  Taking a deep breath, I start filling out the profile. It's not as bad as I expected. The questions are fairly innocuous, and I don’t feel as if I am purging my soul. Actually, I enjoyed myself a bit. The easiest part was answering the questions about any potential matches. I am not shallow, so that part was easy. My picks were an average looking man because I didn’t dare pick an athlete or anyone like that. Talk about a suicide mission. I don't care about income or education. The thing I want the most is for him to be a nice person with a good sense of humor and like to go out and seen with me. The rest of the questions were the same.

  Then it came to the picture part. I don’t have many pictures to share because I don’t take them. Everyone knows the cameras adds 10 lbs. and I needed that like I needed a hole in the head. Lucky for me, Crystal and my mom don’t take no for an answer, so I at least have a couple. After flipping through the ones, I have I pick the one that makes me look less like a cow and upload it.

  Phew. Well, no turning back now.

  Now, I wait.

  2

  Mike

  “MOM!” Where is that meddling woman and pain in the ass? As I am walking through the house, my stomach begins to grumble. I smell meatloaf. No one makes meatloaf like my mama.

  “In here Mike.” She says trying to use her sweet voice on me. I call bullshit. That woman is as charming as a snake. I have seen her outwit plenty of women in my shop who are trying to ‘make eyes’ at me as she calls it. She spits nasty, just as sweet as a caramel cake.

  She thinks she is slick because when I walk into the kitchen, sitting on the counter is a caramel cake. My favorite, see... slick. She only makes caramel cake when she knows she is in the dog house and wants to sweeten me up. Not this time. She has gone too far.

  “There’s my boy. Come over here and kiss your dear old mom.” It doesn’t matter how mad I might be, and I am not ever going not to kiss my mama. The woman birthed and raised me as a single mom after my dad died when I was 10. She worked day and night to make sure we got to keep our house and didn’t go without what was needed. For that alone, I will always show her how much I love her, even when I want to strangle her.

  I lean over to kiss her before backing up against the counter. Crossing my ankles and folding my arms across my chest, I give her my best ‘I’m peeved’ look.

  “What’s got your drawers twisted boy?” She asks as she is feigning innocence.

  “Mama, why do I have a profile on a dating site?” She stops stirring the beans for a split second but quickly recovers It was long enough for me to see that she is a little nervous.

  “Now see here my boy, you know I am an old and ailing woman. I don’t know anything about intranets, wide webs, and such. How am I to know?” Ailing my ass. She is healthier than a damn OX. Ailing. She must think I’m ‘special’.

  “Mama! What did I tell you? I told you that I wasn’t interested in seeing anyone. Who the hell needs the headache from a whining woman, who complains about all the crap she wants that I can’t give her?”

  “If I knew what you were talking about and I don’t, but if I did, I would say I have heard great things about this ‘Let’s Try Love’ site.”

  “Ah ha. Gotcha!! I didn’t say what it is called. Now listen here; you take the damn thing down.”

  “Oh, are they cursing their mamas nowadays? You listen here young man because you are not too old for me to put you over my knee.”

  “Mama!!! My leg wouldn’t even fit on your thigh at this point. Now are you going to take it down or what?”

  “Not!” Damn it. She’s, so exasperating.

  “And why not?”

  “Because I think you are a plum fool. There are plenty of women who don’t care about things such as money. I think you're scared of getting hurt. Well, I’m sorry, but that’s life son. I am not getting younger, and I want grandkids before I’m too senile to know who they are.”

  Her and those damn grandkids. She sure is laying it on thick, isn’t she?

  “Now. I suggest you go and sit in front of the computer and look at the matches that popped up today. I flagged a couple I thought looked promising. Now go on. Dinner will be ready soon.”

  Did she dismiss me? Damn woman. Never mind that I have told her over and over I am not interested in dating some shallow and too done up woman that won’t eat anything but salad while talking about shit I don’t care for.

  Then why do I find myself going to the damn app on the computer and looking at the pictures my mama flagged. Scrolling through still has me annoyed, and I wouldn’t have known about it if it wasn’t for m y buddy Rod. He’s one of my employees at the shop. His baby sister is on the site and came across my photo, then mentioned it to Rod. I was livid of course, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out who did it. Although….

  “Now, you are right about one thing. When I saw you three days ago, you didn’t even know what a ‘www’ was. How, pray tell, did you manage to do all of this? Who helped you?”

  “Say what now? How do you know I didn’t just turn into a genius all of a sudden?” Now she fancies herself a comedian? It is all too much.

  “Mama,” I demand. And when she looks at me a bit sheepishly, I have my answer.

  “Has Anzel been sniffing around here again?” Anzel is her next-door neighbor. He is a widower, and he and my mama have struck up a friendship in their old age. I figure that they fancy one another and actually it doesn't bother me any.

  “I will have you know that it was Heather who came over to help an old woman learn her way around the new stuff. She is such a sweet child and is always checking up on her grandpa. Grandkids are wonderful. Not that I would know.” She mutters that last part. Ignoring her meddling ass, I sit back down and continue scrolling through the list. So far, they all look par for the course. Like they are angry or starving. No thank you. I am about to turn it off when the pop-up window comes up with a new match.

  “AraLynn.” Well shit. It has to be a mistake. Someone is playing a joke. Right? I mean, it has to be. There is no way that this angel is single and in need of a dating site. The picture before me is of a woman. I mean, a real woman with curves and all. If I put a plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs in front of her, she would not feign calorie watching to get out of eating.

  Holy shit. My not so little cock is in my pants thumping and panting away, while I am looking at this curvy Goddess. No woman that I can recall has ever made little Mike stand at attention as quick and hard as she has. I can imagine grabbing ahold of her sexy big hips as her ass is on my face. Then my cock slams in and out of her juicy pussy.

  What the hell. I cannot have a hard-on at my mama’s house. Before I can second guess myself, I like her picture and press a button that signifies an interest.

  As I sit in the chair staring at her picture, and all I want to do is take my cock out of my pants and stroke it while picturing her taking her clothes off. I can feel it weeping in my boxers and demanding I go and take its state of distress out on her little pussy.

  Shit. Now I wait.

  3

  AraLynn

  “Ara, are you listening to me?” I can barely hear the screech coming from Crystal at being ignored. The truth is I have not heard anything she’s said in the last five minutes. I started out listening, I swear I did, but then my phone chimed from an email that was from the dating site. I clicked it open to an image of holy hotness.

  The picture of the man staring at me is one who is more than swoon-worthy. I am talking Liam Hemsworth hot. Considering it is popular opinion that Chris is the hotter Hemsworth, I disagree. Liam has a brooding darker look and bedroom eyes that makes him by far the hotter brother. Let’s also not forget to mention that his body’s built for sin. Sure, Chris’s built like Thor-ish, I get it, but I don’t need all those bulging muscles. I need simple and healthy not conceited. Liam is healthy and seems less than full of himself.

  There is something about the man in the picture, that tells me he would be kind at least. Clicking the link for details, I am shocked to see that he has pressed the button to initiate contact.

  Holy hell!! Not sure what to do, I start to read his ice breaker question.

  ‘If you could do anything in the world for fun, what would it be?’

  Huh. I have never been asked that before, but to me, it is the easiest question in the world.

  ‘Take a cooking class.’ I answer. It’s true. I consider myself to be a pretty decent cook and make a mean homemade Mac and Cheese with a white sauce. But I would love to take a class to learn how to make a fancy dish. And what would be more fun than taking a couple’s class?

  I know it sounds unconventional and unromantic, but again I am a simple person. In my life, I have never expected a lot of things out of it. There are no illusions as to what men see when they look at me. Half the time, the ones that hit on me are more interested in my boobs. Which does make sense, considering they make it in a room before I do? They stand at an enormous DDD with a 40 circumference. I can’t expect anything else, can I?

  Oh well. I know he won’t respond because no guy wants to take a cooking class, but at least I was true to myself. Getting ready to stand and stretch my legs, my phone buzzes. I hadn’t logged out of the app yet, so it shows the message.

  “Holy crap!!! He responded.” I didn’t realize I shouted until Crystal is in my face.

  “Who responded to what?” I try to move because I am not ready to share the information. But I am too late.

  “You signed up for a dating site? Ara. I am proud of you. You are putting yourself out there. Good for you. Now, show me the hunk who answered your profile.” Her enthusiasm makes me want to cry. It is why I keep her around. She has never made me feel as if I am not anything but a size ten like her. She has always been a very supportive friend in my life even when we were little kids.

  I flip the phone around to show her the picture and start cringing in anticipation of her response. Crystal is a bit discerning when it comes to men. She has certain expectations and a type I know he won’t fit.

  “Ara, he is handsome. You two would be hot together.” My mouth literally, drops open. Who is she and what has she done with my bestie?

  “What?” She sees my face and hunches her shoulders.

  “I just…. I mean...nothing. Never mind. So, you think I should answer him back?”

  “Hell yea!!! Why wouldn’t you?”

  “Well look at him and look at me. A man like him cannot want me for anything other than the obvious. Right?”

  “Ara. How many times have I told you this? You are beautiful. Curvy is the new in. And there is nothing about you that needs to change other than your confidence. Now, if you don't answer that message, I will do it for you.”

  Now, I really do start crying. She hugs me and tells me how much she loves me. Then she tells me how she prays every night that I find a man worthy of my heart. When I finally stop sniffling, I open the message and gasp.

  Sounds like a fun night and a great way to get to know such a beauty as yourself. I know the perfect place. If you would be so inclined for tomorrow night? Say seven? I can either come and pick you up or if you prefer since this will be our first meeting, I can send you the address, and you can meet me.

  I am not sure how to respond. Not about the date, because I am saying yes to that. But about the picking up part.

  “Tell him you will meet him. He may be cute, but we don’t know if he is a serial killer. So…”

  “Good point.”

  I will meet you if you would give me the address.

  I wait a couple of minutes, and sure enough, he responds. It is as if he is sitting by his phone waiting for me to respond as well.

  Le Contrare. Do you know it? It’s on State and Randolph.

  Holy moly!!!! He can get us into Le Contrare!! There isn’t a person in the whole of Illinois who doesn’t know about that restaurant. It is the poshest restaurant in Chicago and almost impossible to get into. The chef himself makes the popularity of the restaurant more. Chef Alex Gallos. He won a season of Iron Chef America and then went on to the win it in Canada as well. He has worked under the likes of Wolfgang Puck.

  Of course, I know about it!!! You can get us into there??!!! Wow!!!! I am excited. Sorry for all the exclamation points. Just really excited. Ok, see you then at seven.

  “Crystal, I think I am in over my head.” This is typical of me. I get excited about something and then immediately talk myself out of it with self-doubt.

 

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