Island Curves (A BBW Romance) by Virginia Wade

into the
audience to hug his parents and brother, who were seated near my
parents. While we composed ourselves during the commercial break, I
tried to calm down, knowing that my blood pressure had probably
spiked. The question and answer session was about to begin, and,
when David returned, along with Loren, who was dabbing her
mocha-colored skin with a tissue, they sat and waited for their
cue.
    Susan hugged me. “You did good, girl.”
    “I did.”
    “I knew you guys would work out.”
    “So far, so good.”
    Our hostess beamed, preparing to grill us
with questions. “Now, David, everyone watching this season was
aware of the romance between you and Marissa. You started off
hating each other, and then something happened. Would you care to
elaborate?”
    He grinned cheekily. “Um…she’s totally hot,
Charlene. I had no means to resist her. She basically wrecked my
game.”
    “You won the show, David. How can you say she
wrecked your game?”
    “I came to dominate and win challenges, which
I did. I didn’t plan on romance. Uh…that was a surprise.”
    “Marissa, what were your first impressions of
David?”
    “I thought he was an arrogant jerk, no
offense, honey.”
    “None taken.”
    The audience laughed at this. Every negative
thing I had ever said about him had aired for the entire world to
see, creating television ratings gold.
    “That first impression didn’t last long, did
it?”
    “No.”
    “In fact, from nearly the beginning of the
show you two were together.”
    “Not together, but…we slept together.” Oh,
God. That totally didn’t come out right! “I mean, we were next
to each other in the shelter.” My face flamed with embarrassment.
My mother would kill me! The audience erupted with applause and
ribald whistles.
    “I would say from the looks of it, that you
got a lot closer than that. This is the first time in history that
a baby was conceived on a live show.”
    David grinned roguishly. “That’d be my fault,
Ms. Laird.”
    She laughed, “Oh, I think you both can share
the blame there. And, from the sparkler on Marissa’s finger, I see
you’ve already gone down on one knee.”
    “Yes, ma’am. Last night at dinner.” The
auditorium thundered their approval.
    Charlene winked at me. “Congratulations.”
    “Thanks.”
    After the question and answer session had
concluded, I found myself in a dressing room with my parents and
David’s parents, chatting and sharing champagne. I drank sparkling
water, while my fiancé sat with Scarlett on his lap, my daughter
having adopted him as her new best friend.
    One of the producers burst through the door.
“The ratings just came in. This season was the most watched out of
ten years. Congrats, guys. You were awesome.” In typical producer
fashion, she disappeared as quickly as she appeared.
    David handed Scarlett to my dad. “I...can I
get a minute with my fiancé, please. We’ll meet you at the
afterparty.”
    Mild objections registered, but people began
to file out, leaving David and I alone. He pulled me to him.
“Pregnant chicks turn me on.” He was shockingly erect and it
pressed against my belly.
    “Stop it, you dirty boy. Somebody can come in
at any second.”
    “I’ll remedy that.” He wedged a chair under
the doorknob. “How do you like them apples?”
    “What’s going on here?”
    “We’re having a time out.”
    “Oh, really?”
    “Yeah. Get on the sofa.”
    “Demanding, aren’t we?”
    “We’ve got interviews out the wazoo coming.
You’ll be too exhausted later.”
    The dampness of arousal wet my panties. “What
do you have in mind?”
    “Pull that dress up.”
    My grin was saucy. “Really?”
    “And drop the panties.”
    I slid my undies down my legs and lifted the
bottom of the dress, exposing myself.
    “There’s the promised land.” He unzipped his
jeans and came between my thighs, kneeling. A knock sounded on the
door, startling us. “Go away!”
    He prodded gently, pushing out the sides of
my labia