Bully No More (Kim and Kurt’s story)
Fat. Cow. Chubby. Chunky. Those were just a few names Kurt had called her growing up. He was her bully, and he didn’t care. One chemistry assignment changed everything. Kim refused to give in to him, so he had no choice but to leave. Ten years later, Kim’s stubbornness gives him the chance to show her that he’s no longer her bully.
Kim didn’t like asking for help, but Kurt made an offer she couldn’t refuse. She didn’t want to be the girl that fell for the man who hurt her. She was stronger than that. Kurt was not that guy anymore, and no matter how much she tried to fight the boy, this was a man.
Can two complete opposites find love? Can Kurt prove that he’s no longer a bully, and is in fact the perfect guy for her? Will Kim take that chance?
**This is the story of Kim and Kurt from Fat.
“What’s up, babe?” he asked.
“I can’t stop smiling.”
“Good. It’s what I always wanted.” He moved toward her, gripped her hip, and tugged her close. Slamming his lips down on hers, he kissed her. When she opened her lips, he slid his tongue inside, teasing her. She pulled away, breathless.
“I had a really good time tonight.”
“Me too. I never thought I’d say it about one of those things.” He’d purchased the ruby necklace, and forced himself to stay out of competing for some of her paintings. “Your parents bought one.”
“I know. I told them I’d paint them anything they wanted, but they wouldn’t hear of it. Crazy, don’t you think?”
“Nah, they want to support their girl.”
“I also noticed you told Randy my name was Kim, not James, no association to my parents. Thank you.”
“I promised to help you. The rest is up to you.”
“You looked really handsome in the tux.” She rubbed his chest, and Kurt stroked her hip.
The air thickened between them, and his cock went from flaccid to hard within seconds. Kim’s gaze went from his eyes to his lips, then back again.
He watched as she bit her own lip, and he couldn’t contain his moan. “You’ve got to stop doing that. All I want to do is taste you.”
“Then taste me.”
The hand she teased up and down his chest, started to move down. This time, Kurt didn’t stop her. He didn’t pull away. This was about her, what she wanted to do.
She rubbed his cock, and she took a deep breath. “You’re so hard.”
“It’s what you do to me, babe.”
Kim slid her hand into his shorts and cupped him. It was late, and he wasn’t wearing any boxers. The only reason he was wearing the shorts was to make Kim much more comfortable with him. She worked from the base of his cock, up to the tip, then back down again.
Sliding his hands up her back, he cupped her shoulders, then moved to tilt her head back. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”