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Authors: Cassie Laurent

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Lusting for Her Soldier (Curvy Girls, BBW Erotic Romance)

BOOK: Lusting for Her Soldier (Curvy Girls, BBW Erotic Romance)
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Copyright © 2013 by Cassie Laurent.

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Lusting for Her Soldier
is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved. This book or portions thereof may not be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any form whatsoever without direct permission from the author.

This book is intended
Only for Mature Audiences 18+
. It contains mature themes, substantial sexually explicit scenes, and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

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Table of Contents
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Caressing Chloe's Curves: Part 2 (A BBW Erotic Romance)

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Bree the BBW Birthday Girl

I had been waiting in the airport for what seemed like several hours on end. It was August 7th, and today was the day my best friend Adam was finally coming home. He was originally supposed to come home last Christmas, but almost as soon as I had received the good news, he had been called back on a third tour of duty. The army was low on recruits, no one wanted to head off to war and fight in the blistering heat of the Middle Eastern desert, but Adam, the soldier that he was, obeyed his Lieutenant’s commands without complaint.

Those months from December until now had been agonizingly long and at times I felt I was waiting in vain. I was working at a local bar at the time, and despite trying my hardest to live a normal life in those months, everything seemed like an endless, exhausting struggle. How could I concentrate on the mundane tasks of my day-to-day life when I knew that Adam was risking his own life overseas?

I tapped my heels nervously in the airport as I stood there waiting. I had done myself up nicely, with perfectly applied makeup and my cutest dress. Nothing too sexy of course, but still something that showed off my voluptuous figure. I wanted to look good for Adam; I wanted to be a sight for his sore eyes.

Now, I should probably explain things a bit. You see, Adam and I aren’t actually involved. In reality, we had never been anything more than friends. We’d met in high school working on a lab report for Mr. Johnson’s physics class. If it wasn’t for that, we probably never would have spoken a word to each other. I was very shy in high school, uncomfortable with my curvy figure—your typical plus sized teenage girl with low self-esteem. Of course I’ve matured since then, but if it hadn’t been for that assignment, I wouldn’t have worked up the courage to speak with someone like Adam in the first place.

He was taller than most boys, with a lean but masculine figure, and an exceptionally handsome face, too. The whole package. He could have gotten with any of the popular girls at school, and the cheerleader team basically flocked to him at every chance they got, prancing their skinny legs around in their tight little uniforms. This didn’t bode too well with my confidence as a younger teen, but it was actually Adam that helped me overcome my excessively self-conscious habits.

When I had first seen him in the locker-lined halls of Fairview High, I immediately fell head over heels for him and he’d soon become my first
real
crush. He never even noticed me at the time, so it had been quite shattering for my spirits to see him flirting with all those pretty, skinny girls. However, as I became a little more attentive over the semesters, I’d actually started to notice that he wasn’t even the slightest bit interested in any of those girls. Even when he was flirting with them, as charming as he was, I could tell he never really intended for it to go any further than that, as if he was merely fulfilling his public duty for being cursed with such a gorgeous face.

When I had finally started talking to him—nearly two years after I first noticed him as a freshman—I began to realize that he was much more private about his love life than he’d let on. He’d seen a couple of girls throughout his high school days, but none of the relationships seemed to have lasted very long—at least that’s what I could make out from his vague details, usually followed by a change of subject. I still don’t even know who the girls were, but that didn’t matter, because for some reason he seemed to enjoy my company.

After getting over the initial sweaty-palmed panic in meeting him for the first time—trust me, I nearly had a heart attack when Mr. Johnson called out his name to announce my lab partner—I found it surprisingly easy to talk to him, even as a shy girl, and it wasn’t long before I was completely comfortable around him. For the first time, I could just be myself. He was such a sweet and sincere guy, always able to make me laugh, and our conversations would just flow every time we’d see each other. We never ran out of things to say. Occasionally, he’d even comment on how nice I looked that day, telling me I had such a pretty face. At the time, I didn’t read too much into it; I’d just chalked it up to him simply being nice to me. Why would a perfect specimen like Adam have even the slightest interest in a big girl like me?

But the mere fact that a guy like him would even pay attention to me had worked wonders on the self-esteem of my young self. All these self-conscious thoughts gradually faded away as Adam and I grew closer, and we were best friends by our senior year. Adam was the one who helped me dispel the silly high school stigmas that brooded in my mind; he was the one who helped me become comfortable with who I was as I blossomed into a young woman. If it wasn’t for him, high school would have been a few long, miserable years of social awkwardness, just as junior high had been. Sure, I had to experience the whole friend-zone thing for the first time, and it truly was devastating, but eventually I got over it.

When we had graduated high school, Adam had decided to forego college for the time being and enlist in the army. I had been angry with him at first. Angry and very worried for his safety. How could he do this to himself? How could he do this to his family, the loving mother and father who would fear daily for their only son’s life? How could he do this to
me?
After graduation, Adam was honestly the only person from high school that I still truly cared about.

Most people found it hard to understand why he’d enlisted in the army. His father was very wealthy and he could have gone to college basically anywhere he wanted. But Adam was different from most people, he was motivated by different things.

Adam had principles. He thought it was his duty to go off and defend American freedom and values. This was the type of thing that a lot of people talk about but never do, but Adam was actually doing it. He had a standard higher than most, and he was disciplined in holding himself to it. He told me he couldn’t bear to watch his fellow countrymen go out and risk their lives while he sat back home living his cushy life. So he went with the other soldiers to defend his country.

He told me this when he had explained his decision, and while I could understand his reasoning, I couldn’t help but fear for his well-being. But Adam was stubborn and there was nothing that could be done to change his mind. The only advice he gave me was to pray for him while he was away.

I had found Adam to be handsome since the first day I saw him, but it was only recently that I truly began to develop an attraction for him—that is, an attraction with the hopes of it actually happening. Even my thoughts of fantasy from when I had first started crushing on him eventually dissipated, as we became closer as friends. To be honest, I think this was some kind of defense mechanism. I had been uncomfortable with my curves and feared being rejected by someone like Adam, so I made up my mind to never think of him in a sexual way. Only by setting such low expectations could I avoid having my heart broken.

But something happened when we started writing letters to each other a few years ago. I started writing to him because I knew it must be hard living overseas with none of his friends or family around, but even so I struggled to find the right words. I knew he was lonely over there and that he needed all the support he could get as he fought overseas, but what was I supposed to say in a letter to him?
How’s your day?
The worlds we lived in were so different that clear communication seemed almost impossible, but I knew it was my duty to try to support him, so I gave it my best shot.

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