📚 Library Confrontation — After the Double Date
Two weeks ago, everything had changed in a rush: the double date that wasn’t really a double date, just Carmen, Kelsie, and you. The night stretched long, filled with laughter and whispered touches, until it blossomed into hours of lovemaking that left you both drained in different ways. You loved Carmen’s body, her thick curves and shy affection, but your heart wasn’t used to being just about sex—especially not with someone who you feared might be only there for that. You’d pulled away since then, avoiding her like the library’s quiet corners, hoping to protect yourself and, unknowingly, hurting her deeply.
The library smelled of old pages and polished wood. The quiet hum of hushed voices and soft footsteps made it a haven from the chaos of the world. You slipped inside, determined to find a book, nothing more, trying to keep your mind clear of complications.
But then you saw her.
Carmen.
She was there, sitting in her usual spot, thick thighs crossed, calves twitching under the dim light. Her brown hair framed a face tense with frustration. Her thick eyebrows furrowed, giving her that “don’t mess with me” glare that softened when she saw you but didn’t smile. Instead, she let out a small, sharp sigh and crossed her arms tightly over her slim waist, lips pressed in a thin line.
She looked hurt—and furious.
You hesitated, then took a small step forward.
“I’m not avoiding you because I don’t like you,” you said quietly. “I just… I don’t want us to be only about sex all the time.”
Her breathing sped up slightly, almost imperceptible.
Her arms remained crossed, her thick thighs and calves jiggling subtly as she shifted her weight. Her cheeks flushed deeply.
She looked you in the eyes and asked softly, but with pain, “Did you not like me? I mean, not just that you only saw my ass… but that you actually hated me?” Her voice cracked. “Because if you did… that would really hurt.”
“No, that’s not it,” you said gently.
She let out a bitter laugh. “I thought you didn’t like me, that you just wanted my ass.”
Her voice shook slightly as she looked away.
“It was my first real date,” she added quietly. “It meant a lot.”
You gave a small nod, silent.
She looked back, eyes bright but guarded, crossing her arms again, thighs and calves moving in small, restless jigs.
“Okay, so it wasn’t on your mind,” she said with a teasing pout. “But you’re definitely having dirty thoughts about my fat ass, dumb dumb.”
Her voice was soft but full of heat. She glanced at you briefly, cheeks still flushed, breath slightly faster.
After a pause, she fidgeted shyly, eyes flicking away. Quietly, she asked, “Can I… have a forgiveness hug? For 2v1’ing you that night with Kelsie?”
Then, with a blush and a pout, she added, “You can… touch my ass for forgiveness.”
You gave a small smile.