Never me

Never me

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica


Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica



It was never me, i was the dumpy wall flower. But maybe my time had come.



It was never me, i was the dumpy wall flower. But maybe my time had come.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Meg

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 28, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 28, 2016



I was a big girl, I always had been. I was not too happy with my body, but it never held me back. I had a very happy, busy, life. I worked a good job, with children, and I could keep up with them fine. I could also party with the best of them.


My best friend, Anita, was slim and beautiful. I was never jealous of her, but I was envious. I had tried time and time again to diet. But I had reached the conclusion that I was always going to be a big girl, but you know what, I was ok with that.


I was going out for a night out with Anita, and our other friends Carol and Kim. We all got ready in my house, drinking and dancing. I loved times like this, when I could just let go. My friends never judged me, unlike some people we would meet in night clubs.


Alcohol, plus fat girl dancing, equals ridicule. It never bothered me. I was the type of person who liked everybody. Size, race, religion, none of that mattered to me. I always gave people the benefit of the doubt. If those idiots wanted to call me names, they could feel free.


I always had fun, despite the odd pissed fool. Tonight was definitely no exception. We had been drinking and dancing for a few hours. I had just stopped to have a drink, when I felt a hand touch my arm. I turned around, and came face to face with a God.


This guy was big, not in the same sense as me; he was tall, muscular, and broad. He smiled at me, and I checked behind me. I was convinced he had chosen the wrong friend. Especially when he asked if he could buy me a drink.




I questioned. He smiled again.


“Of course you, so can I buy you a drink?”


I stared at him, with my jaw slack. He was gorgeous, why would he be interested in me?


“Just one second”


I muttered, grabbing hold of Anita, and pulling her out of his earshot.


“What's happening?”


She asked, obviously confused.


“See that guy over there”


When she turned her head, I pulled her arm.


“Don't look”


“Megan, how am I supposed to see him, if I can't look?”


I laughed, realising I was being ridiculous. I checked to make sure he wasn't watching, and told her to look. I saw her eye him with lust.


“Wow, he is a smoking hot hottie”


“That smoking hot hottie, has just asked if he can buy me a drink”


“So why the hell are you over here with me? Get back there”


“Why though, why me?”


I had come to terms with the fact that I was probably going to be single forever. No man like him would surely look at me once, never mind twice.


“Why not you, you’re a beautiful woman Meg. I wish you would realise that. Now get over there and get that drink, you never know what might occur”


She was right; I had to at least see what would happen. I gave her a quick hug, and approached Mr gorgeous again.


“Sorry about that, a drink would be lovely”


We went to the bar, and he ordered me a gin and tonic, and himself a pint of lager. When he handed me my drink, he again smiled. He was so hot. He had big brown eyes; sun kissed tanned skin, and designer stubble. His lips were full, and so kissable. And those dimples wow.


“My name is Connor, what's your name?”


He asked.


“Megan, or Meg”


“Well Megan, or Meg, it's a pleasure to meet you”


I laughed.


“You too”


I replied.


“Do you come here often Megan or Meg?”


“It's just Meg”


I giggled.


“And if that was a chat up line, it was dreadful”


I again laughed. He looked surprised.


“That is how I start most of my wooing, how can it be dreadful?”


“Well my saying yes, could make you think I am a drunk, and if I say no, I'm a prude. I can't win”


He let out a small laugh.


“I have genuinely never looked at it that way. Seems you can teach me a lot Meg”


I felt my cheeks redden.


“Would you like to dance with me? I saw you on the floor before, you got some moves honey”


Again I blushed. This was all so new to me. I had always seen my friends meet men in bars, and wondered what it would be like. It was nice so far.




I agreed. He took my hand, and led me onto the floor. We danced for 3 songs, mostly he was holding tightly to my waist. His huge arms could stretch all the way around me. I felt small in his grasp, a strange but wonderful sensation.


After we had danced, we sat in a booth, and chatted. He was a chef; he ran a restaurant in the town centre in the evenings, and worked in a garage in the day. He was 24 years old. He also had a daughter, Jessie, she was 6. He had been engaged to his girlfriend, till she had cheated. Now they shared custody. He was charming, sweet and funny. He was every inch a sexy man.


As the night drew to a close, he walked me out. We stood at the exit, his arms still holding me tightly.


“So Meg, how about giving me your number. I would love to take you out”


I was ecstatic, I nodded enthusiastically. He handed his phone to me, and I typed in my number.




He grinned. Leaning in, he gave me a peck on the lips.


“I will call you soon”


He assured me. As he walked away, joining up with his friend, I assumed I wouldn't hear from him again. But it was nice to feel special, even just for a while. 

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