Flowers For A Wounded Soldier: A BBW Erotica Read Free

brown pools filled her stomach with butterflies. As
she wrapped her hands around his waist and latched onto his hard ass, she could
feel his warm member press against her abdomen. The water streamed between
their lips as they kissed, and Anna never wanted to let go of him. She never
wanted to step out of that warm embrace, that warm layer water that streamed
between them.
    Anna
finished washing her hair and snatched a towel from the rack. Brent was gone,
and she stood alone in her dark apartment. She got into her favorite pajamas
and laid down in bed. As she flicked the light off, she wiped a few tears from
her face. She pondered why she was crying in the first place as she laid her
head down. Things hadn’t been great as of late, that was certain. The shop had
just kept its head above water this past year. All of her friends were spread
out across the country or were occupied with their new babies, or new fiancés.
      That
wasn’t it though. It was Brent. She had forgotten what it felt like to have
feelings for someone. The more she thought of Brent, the more she felt empty.
When he had reached out to her in high school, she turned her back on him. Now
she wanted to share her life with someone, but how could she ask Brent to be
that person after what she had done to him? She was a hypocrite, and she knew
it. She couldn’t get over his dorky appearance, his greasy glasses, his chubby
face, and his pimpled skin in high school. Now he was gorgeous, and she was...
she hadn’t changed at all. Back then she secretly had thought she was too good
for him, and now, the tables had turned. She thought he was too good for her.
Who was she kidding? He was too good for her. Another tear rolled down
her face as Anna began to slip into a deep sleep. Maybe tomorrow would be a
better day.

Chapter 2
    A nna
looked at her alarm clock. Seven in the morning, and another day was about to
start. Anna slipped on her work pants, and heard a crinkling sound coming from
her pocket. She had forgotten that Brent had given her his number the day
before. She reached into her pocket and fingered the piece of paper carefully.
As she looked at the numbers, written in messy uneven form, she wondered if she
should call him.
    She
put a green polo with the shop’s logo emblazoned over her right breast. Her
hair was a mess, so she put it up in a bun on top of her head and secured it
with some bobby pins. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she changed her
mind about calling Brent. He just wanted to go out for lunch, that wasn’t
anything serious, right? Her drive to the flower shop was as uneventful as
usual, and as she drove she pressed her fingers against the slip of paper in
her pocket.
    That
morning was slow in the shop. There was a mother and two children who came in a
little after opening. She was a regular in the shop, and the two small children
played some kind of game in between the aisles of flowers. One was probably
around the age of 7, the other 9, and they laughed and giggled gleefully as
they chased one another around, ducking behind pots and bushels of plants.
    Anna
sighed to herself. She wished that she could be that innocent again. There were
no concerns about money when you’re that young. Ten dollars was a great bounty,
and the only concern you may have is what might be on television that
afternoon. Anna loved children, and secretly wished that she had her own. A boy
and a girl might be nice. They could spend time with her in the flower shop
each summer, and she would teach them all that she knew. Anna put her chin in
one hand and waved with the other as the mother left the shop, the little ones
not far behind.
    That
afternoon, Anna gave her friend Susan a call to see if she would be up for
having a quick lunch at a local deli. They agreed on a time, and Anna heard the
deadbolt on the door click as she turned her key. It was a beautiful summer
day, so Anna decided to walk to the restaurant. Birds noisily went about their
business, and