Big Girls Get the Blues by Mercy Walker

Big Girls Get the Blues
    (#2 in the Big Girls Series, the sequel to Big Girls on Top)
    Mercy Walker
     
    This is an erotic short story, or episode. Big Girls Get the Blues is 19700 words (and 50 % longer than Big Girls on Top). Each episode stands alone, like a TV episode, but is part of a larger story.
    WARNING: This story contains super-hot sex and erotic scenes, M/ F. For adults, 18 + only.
     
    Big Girls Get the Blues
     
     
    My bedroom smoldered with a fiery red glow, as if the world was on fire outside my bedroom window.   My usual cool cotton sheets were a shimmering metallic gold, and they were burning my flesh as I lay on them.
    But I didn’t care. 
    Quinn was naked and on top of me, and wherever his bare flesh touched mine soothed the burning that raged inside me .  Every kiss quenched my hellish thirst.  And a storm of desire swelled deep inside me as his hard length opened me ; stretching me and stoking that flaming desire, making me gasp and moan with every slow, powerful thrust of his hips.
    Never leave me…
    My eyes burned just thinking that indeed he would leave.  Quinn would leave me, and soon. 
    I pulled myself away from those ice cold thoughts.  Those were the kind of thoughts that could kill you.  Freeze you to the core, to the spot, until you fr o ze solid and br oke into a million little pieces.
    I kissed Quinn’s neck and pulled him closer, crushing my D cup breasts against his hard, muscular chest.  His breath hissed as the pressure of my flesh against his made the burn on his chest smart.  Just that little bit of pain made my desire for him grow.  That I could hurt him, and yet he still wanted me so damn desperately…
    Mine…
    Never leave me…
    I r ose up, my lips grazing his ear.  I was about to tell him something earth shatteringly important…
    But a loud, annoying buzzing cut me off.  There was a thudding too, and it wasn’t the deep, subtle beating of my heart.  This was the sound of King Kong banging against the front door of my apartment.
    BUZZZZZZZZZZZ!
    I shot upright in my bed, dragged so fast out of my sinfully erotic dream by the rude ringing of my doorbell, and the violent beating someone was giving my front door, I just about fell out of bed.
    I was covered in sweat, and my flesh felt painfully feverish.  Maybe I was coming down with something?   I hauled myself out of bed and staggered as I fell over the empty bottle of Jim Beam I’d polished off after the Pirates game last night.
    The jerk at the door rang the bell again, and my head started throbbing.  I was going to kill whoever it was.  Then I’ d tear their head off and hang it from my door bell, a subtle hint to any later door rattlers.
    And then I was going back to bed.
    Or maybe not…I didn’t want to be dreaming about Quinn.  All I wanted to do was forget about the sexy bastard.
    I pulled on a fluffy pink robe my mother had bought me three Christmases ago, and moved slowly to the door.  Even though I was angry enough to commit homicide, I was still hung over. Fast wasn’t on the menu.  
    I reached for the deadbolt and froze.
    What if it was Quinn?
    Shit…
    After dreaming about him, seeing him in person would probably be lethal.
    I hadn’t seen or heard from him since twenty minutes after I threw him out of my apartment…which was about five minutes after the best freaking sex I’d ever had in my life!
    Focus…
    Not that I wanted the arrogant prick to call me…no, I wanted him gone, out of my life forever.  But when he finally stopped calling for me to open the door and let him back in, I actually felt disappointment.  Well, I felt relief first.  But then there was disappointment.  And damn me to hell, I just couldn’t get myself to understand why.
    I gulped… sucked in some air, and then yelled, “Who is it?”
    “It’s me, you lazy coward,” Tammy Fay hollered back, her blunt alto seething.  “Open up before I set your apartment door on fire!”      
    Holy shit!   I’d