Page 35 of Anything To Be With You

"Is Jake slowing down in his old age. Can’t go two rounds anymore." I tease.

"Had to postpone the sausage slipping," Erin yells from the kitchen. "My body thought this was a good time to start my period." She heads up the stairs with two glasses, a bottle of rum under one arm and a bottle of Coke under the other.

"Guess you’ll be eating sausage for the next week," I laugh.

"I loooooove Jake’s sausage. It’s more than a mouthful." She says, kissing my cheek and walking into my room.

"Oh, I know. I’ve seen it," I remind her. "You’d have to unhinge your jaw for it to fit."

Erin snorts. "Believe me, I do." She says and inspects what I have laying on my bed. "I don’t like any of these," she states and scoops everything back up. "You need to show off that bangin' body."

I follow her into the closet. "Bangin' body? Whose body have you been looking at?" I ask.

Erin sticks her tongue out at me and dumps the clothes from her arms into mine. "Your bangin' body, you dummy. I would kill to have tits like yours."

'I’ll trade you," I say, hanging up the clothes.

Erin cackles. "Jake would cum all over himself if I showed up with tits like yours. He wouldn’t know what to do with them," she snorts. "Hell, I wouldn’t know what to do with them. I still don’t know how you manage to stand upright."

"I’m like a Weeble. I Weeble and I wobble but I don’t fall down." I reply.

Erin is my exact opposite; she’s tall and slender with a personality that draws everyone to her. Where I am short, on the chubby side, with the personality of a bridge troll.

Erin shoves a dress at me. "Go change in the bathroom."

I raise a brow. "Why? You’ve seen me naked before."

"I want to be surprised." Erin states.

"Surprised by what? I still look the same."

"Not by you naked, you ding dong. I mean the outfit," Erin says and shoos me into the bathroom.

I change into the form fitting dress that Erin somehow found in the back of my closet. I had bought it for a wedding but ended up chickening out after seeing myself in the mirror.

I wiggle it over my head and down my body. It hugs my chest, hips, and has a huge slit up the side. I feel dumpy wearing it. My chest and hips are too big for my short torso and my butt sticks out.

"Let me see!" Erin demands.

I take a deep breath to steady my nerves and walk out. Erin’s sitting on the bench at the end of my bed, pouring the drinks.

"Oh, Daniella," she whispers, "you’re fucking stunning." Erin hands over a glass of Rum and Coke.

"I’m too big to wear this, Erin." I poke my soft belly.

"You are not. Stop talking like that," Erin says. She circles her finger. "Turn around. Let me see the back."

My face catches fire as I spin around. "See. Dumpy."

"You’re not dumpy, Dani." Erin states, taking a sip of her drink. She pulls out her phone and snaps a picture.

"Why did you do that?" I ask.

"If you don’t get some action from this date, I’m making you a 'fuck me' profile." Erin informs me.

"They have those? Why am I just hearing about this now?" this information would have come in handy after my breakup with Antoni.

Erin laughs. "Yeah, they’re called dating sites."

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