Lusting for Her Soldier (Curvy Girls, BBW Erotic Romance) by Cassie Laurent

I had been waiting in the airport for what seemed like several hours on end. It was August 7th, and today was the day my best friend Adam was finally coming home. He was originally supposed to come home last Christmas, but almost as soon as I had received the good news, he had been called back on a third tour of duty. The army was low on recruits, no one wanted to head off to war and fight in the blistering heat of the Middle Eastern desert, but Adam, the soldier that he was, obeyed his Lieutenant’s commands without complaint.
    Those months from December until now had been agonizingly long and at times I felt I was waiting in vain. I was working at a local bar at the time, and despite trying my hardest to live a normal life in those months, everything seemed like an endless, exhausting struggle. How could I concentrate on the mundane tasks of my day-to-day life when I knew that Adam was risking his own life overseas?
    I tapped my heels nervously in the airport as I stood there waiting. I had done myself up nicely, with perfectly applied makeup and my cutest dress. Nothing too sexy of course, but still something that showed off my voluptuous figure. I wanted to look good for Adam; I wanted to be a sight for his sore eyes.
    Now, I should probably explain things a bit. You see, Adam and I aren’t actually involved. In reality, we had never been anything more than friends. We’d met in high school working on a lab report for Mr. Johnson’s physics class. If it wasn’t for that, we probably never would have spoken a word to each other. I was very shy in high school, uncomfortable with my curvy figure—your typical plus sized teenage girl with low self-esteem. Of course I’ve matured since then, but if it hadn’t been for that assignment, I wouldn’t have worked up the courage to speak with someone like Adam in the first place.
    He was taller than most boys, with a lean but masculine figure, and an exceptionally handsome face, too. The whole package. He could have gotten with any of the popular girls at school, and the cheerleader team basically flocked to him at every chance they got, prancing their skinny legs around in their tight little uniforms. This didn’t bode too well with my confidence as a younger teen, but it was actually Adam that helped me overcome my excessively self-conscious habits.
    When I had first seen him in the locker-lined halls of Fairview High, I immediately fell head over heels for him and he’d soon become my first real crush. He never even noticed me at the time, so it had been quite shattering for my spirits to see him flirting with all those pretty, skinny girls. However, as I became a little more attentive over the semesters, I’d actually started to notice that he wasn’t even the slightest bit interested in any of those girls. Even when he was flirting with them, as charming as he was, I could tell he never really intended for it to go any further than that, as if he was merely fulfilling his public duty for being cursed with such a gorgeous face.
    When I had finally started talking to him—nearly two years after I first noticed him as a freshman—I began to realize that he was much more private about his love life than he’d let on. He’d seen a couple of girls throughout his high school days, but none of the relationships seemed to have lasted very long—at least that’s what I could make out from his vague details, usually followed by a change of subject. I still don’t even know who the girls were, but that didn’t matter, because for some reason he seemed to enjoy my company.
    After getting over the initial sweaty-palmed panic in meeting him for the first time—trust me, I nearly had a heart attack when Mr. Johnson called out his name to announce my lab partner—I found it surprisingly easy to talk to him, even as a shy girl, and it wasn’t long before I was completely comfortable around him. For the first time, I could just be myself. He was such a sweet and sincere