Sex by the Numbers (BBW and Alpha Males) (3 page)

“Did you drink before you picked me up? Cause you are making
absolutely no
sense. Isn’t the purpose of the number so the women will know what size
we
are? What do we have to do
,
guess what size they want? Which makes absolutely no fucking sense because why would you put anything other than your own freaking cock size?”

His voice rose on the last attracting the attention of the hostess, bartender and a group of men and women entering the front door.

“Sit back down. I think
you’re
the one who needs another d
rink.” Amber l
iquid filled their glasses again.

“The other card is for the size of the woman
you
prefer
.” When Eric
still looked puzzled, Josh sighed. “The dres
s size. You put the
size of the
dress you’d want your
woman
to wear
.”

“The
dress
size?”

“Yeah, apparently, they did some market research and found out it wasn’t as effective if you put the weight of the woman you preferred.

“Oh.” Eric did sit back down. And he grabbed his drink and downed it as well. So much for not going home drunk tonight. Well, he wasn’t drunk, just had a rea
lly,
really good buzz. He was too big of a man to get drunk on three small shots of whiskey.

He laughed at his own pun, then frowned. Hell, maybe he was drunk.

B
ut he was also intrigued. He picked up his
abandoned
sharpie and took of
f
the lid. “So I put down the dress size of the woman I want?”

“Yeah.
”

He glanced over at Josh’s card and grinned.
“So you put down the dress size of
cousin
Marie. Is there something you want to tell me? Should I be concerned if I hear the soundtrack for
Deliverance
playing at the next family
reunion
?”

“Eww.” Josh made a face of disgust.

“Well she’s not ugly by any means and I think we both had a few boyhood fantasies centered around her long blonde hair.”

“She’s a third
cousin
on her mother’s side. She’s
not even blood related.”

“Then why did you say eww
– like a girl I might add.”

“Because now it’s gross.”

Eric agreed.

“So a ten is your magic number?”

“Yeah. Not too small – I feel like I’m crushing some of ‘em, or fucking a twig. And not someone bigger then me either.
I don’t want to get crushed.
A ten is just
about
right.”

Eric
winched, hoping no one
had overhead
his brother. He knew Josh would never
intentionally
hurt a woman’s feelings, but he also knew that comment
might not have sounded so good.
Eric believed
there was a man for every woman
.
And a woman for every man.
Suddenly he hoped there was one here for him tonight.

Looking at the blank card, he pretended to think for a moment. He knew his perfect number, he just didn’t k
now what Eric would think. In the past, he’d dated a variety of women. Short, tall, willowy, a
thletic, not so thin, thin, black,
white. It was the not so thin ones that gave him the biggest hard-on.

He wrote his number
.

Eighteen.

He could go higher, the extra curves didn’t bother him a bit. There was nothing like holding a big, firm ass when you fucked a woman from behind. Her rounded breast
s
hanging down, soft and
squeezable
, unlike women with breast implants whose breast
s
in that position really did feel and look fake.

Hell,
now he had a hard-on to go along with his buzz
.

Josh glance
d at the number and
gave a nod. He quickly switched the cards, the twe
lve on Eric’s
back,
and the
eighteen on his front.
“Let’s go, big brother. I’ll play wingman for you first.”

* * * * *

Emily was bored.
Jennifer
was on the dance floor and
the other women were
being chatted up by various men
around other tables
.
Again, she was alone in a sea of people. Right now she’d give anything to be home, dressed in her Scooby-Do
o
night shirt, watching TV
from the comfort of her king sized bed.

Maybe she’d just sneak away. Even though this was supposed to be a night of celebration for her, it wasn’t like anyone would really miss her. Except maybe Jennifer.
She drew a deep breath, resigning herself to at least another hour of watching everyone else hook up before she could actually make a valid argument for leaving her own party early. She had told her mother that she might come for a visit on Saturday. It would
be as good of an excuse as any.

“Can I get you anything, ma’am?” A skinny waitress in a tight leather skirt and white button-down blouse opened
just
enough to show off her generous
, cough, fake,
assets stood next to the table, one hand on her bony hip and a
derisive look on her gaunt face.

The woman needed a good, big…cheeseburger and fries. Emily smiled at the uncharitable thought. “No, thank you.”

“We have a menu if you’d like to see it.”

What? Since she was fat, she couldn’t sit here witho
ut something to stuff in her mouth
?
She
so
wanted to wipe the smirky look off of the thin face.
But that wouldn’t be very professional of her.
Counting slowly to ten, she glanced around the room, giving herself time to calm down. Her gaze was caught by two men at the bar in deep conversation. They were similar in height and build, but the darker headed one was broader, with shoulders like a linebacker. She’d bet he had something she could stuff her face with.

Oh my! Where had that thought come from? Too much alcohol? Maybe. She eyed the man again, noting the snug fit of well worn jeans and the
knit polo
shirt that stretched across his well-developed torso. Just looking at h
im had her fantasies – and her hormones –
kicking into overdrive.

“Well?”

The snappy one-word question drew her attention back to the stick-like waitress. She’d had enough of the snarky tone and just enough alcohol in her to stand up for herself. “I said no. But you should really do yourself a favor and eat something. Only dogs like bones.”

The waitress left in a huff and Emily grinned. Score one for the fat girl.

* * * * *

The room was filled with a
bevy
of be
auties.
Big,
buxom beauties.

Tall women, short women, and
s
omewhere in between women. The height was a
s
varied as their sizes. Thin women, downright skinny women
and big, beautiful women
. Most
of the women in the room
were
of
above average size
–
whatever
that
arbitrary
number
was
these days that
society placed on beauty. Men with big dicks u
sually preferred larger women and h
e was no exception. Yeah, a big beautiful woman was
just
his type
.

A man who hadn’t dated a large
r
size woman didn’t know what he was missing.
Since his teens when he’d first discovered the
pleasures of the female body, Eric
had
also discovered
some women were arrogant bitches and some
didn’t
care about anything except what handbag went with what shoes.
M
ore importantly,
he’d lear
ne
d that
bigger women
were
more
sincere
and
honest
– somehow allowing their
true
inner self to shine through.

Don’t get him wrong, h
e loved
a well-
dressed
,
well
put
together
woman as much as the next guy.
But on Sunday morning w
hen he wanted to lounge around in his boxer briefs
,
he didn’t want to do that with a woman who looked like she was dressed to go to a tennis match at the local country club.
No,
he liked a woman confident and comfortable in a
pair
of knit shorts
and
a
clingy top. Or
bare-
assed
naked. That was even better.

Most of the time
it took a lot of convincing
for
a woman of size to
remove
her clothes. But
convincing them was a job
he loved.

“
See anything you like?
”

He frowned at his brother’s question. His sibling
still had some maturing to do.
“
It’s not a
damn
cattle sale.
”

“I know.”
His words
were
sincere
enough but Eric
still saw the
look
in
Josh’s
eyes
.
Like a kid in a candy store who wanted to gorge on everything and worry about his stomach later.

“I’m taking my time an
d I suggest you do the same
.”

“But all the good ones will get taken. I’m not going to sit here and wait for that to happen.”

Even as the last words were coming out of his mouth, Eric watched Josh disappear into the crowd. Heaving a sigh for his younger brother’s impatience, he settled back on stool, leaning one elbow on the bar behind him. The room was crowde
d –
there was no doubt the evening was a success.

The club had the right gimmick
. Everyone – especially the women –
came to see if the men really did p
u
t the size of
their
dicks on the
front
of their
shirts. He did
it
himself
simply because he didn’t want to
go
home with a woman
,
get all
worked
up
and
then have her run away.
Literally
.

He’d do just as he said, take a little time and see what
the room had to offer. Twisting on his barstool, he motioned for the bartender to fill his glass again. Taking a sip of the whiskey, he turned back around to peruse the crowd.

His gaze
wandered over the dance floor where several couples were getting busy
doing a whole lot of dirty dancing
. The thumping music provided
an excuse
for the few who had hooked up with a potential someone to bump and grind in an arousing parody of the sex act.

Forcing his eyes away from the mesmerizing sight of so many bodies
straining together, he moved on to the tables across the room.
It was a
smorgasbord
of female flesh.

Surely somewher
e in this sea of women was
one
just
for him.

One. That’s all he wante
d. He wouldn’t admit it to Josh –
hell, h
e barely admitted it to himself –
but he’d grown tired of superficial relationships and one night stands. He was ready for a commitment. Ready to find “
the one
”.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, his eyes locked with a woman sitting alone at the center table. She maintained the contact for a second, then blushed furiously and dropped her head, brea
king the electrical connection.

Eric wasn’t disappointed. He knew
a guilty flush when he saw one.
Apparently she’d been looking at him for quite awhile and he’d caught her staring. The thought buoyed his confidence.