Flowers For A Wounded Soldier: A BBW Erotica Read Free Page A

Anna could hear laughing in the distance as she walked down the
uneven sidewalk.
    Susan
waved at Anna the instant she walked in the deli. Susan was slightly older than
Anna, and was the daughter of a close family friend. Her and Anna had grown up
right down the block from one another, and the two had reformed their ties of
friendship after coming back from college. Susan was bubbly, upbeat, and
usually gave sound advice when pressed for it. Anna could use some of that
positive energy, and she beamed as she sat across from the woman.
    “Anna!
It’s so great to see you. You look fantastic, by the way.” Anna chuckled. “You
saw me last week, I couldn’t have changed that much.” Susan playfully frowned
at her. “No, no, there’s something up with you. Did you meet someone? I can
tell, you met someone, didn’t you?” Susan’s words seemed to shoot out of her
mouth in excitement. Anna laughed as she pressed her fingers against the piece
of paper in her pocket. “Well, I did meet up with an old friend from high
school. We’re supposed to have lunch sometime this week.”
    “Nice
one Anna! What’s his name? What does he look like? Does he have a job? He’s super
hot, isn’t he? I can tell these things you know. It’s written all over your
face.” Susan waved her hand quickly in the air in front of Anna. Anna wondered
briefly how she could speak that fast with a single breath. “His name is Brent,
and he’s a soldier... and yes, he’s hot.” Anna and Susan shared a brief laugh
before Susan pressed her for more details.
    “So
when are you going to call this Brent fellow?” Anna could feel herself blush a
little. “I think I’ll give him a call after work today. Isn’t there some rule
that you shouldn’t call a guy right away? I mean, I don’t want to come across
as desperate.” Susan put her chin in between her fingers and gave a sagely nod.
“True, true. I say that’s all rubbish. If you want to call him, why don’t you
just do it? He gave you his number, and that means that he wants you to call
him. Hell, I bet he’s sitting around checking his cell phone every few minutes,
waiting for his beautiful Anna to call him. How romantic! Oh my Anna, my sweet,
sweet Anna. Make love to me!” Anna gave Susan a stern look, a small smile
curling at the corner of her lips.
    “Alright,
alright, maybe I’ll call him after lunch.” Anna looked down at the empty plate.
It was always a joy spending time with Susan. She had this way about her that
made Anna feel at ease. “Good. That is most wise, my young, single friend. Go
forth and flirt with this guy! You have my blessing.” Anna chuckled. “Well now
that I have your approval, all of my doubts have just washed away.” Susan
suddenly gave Anna a rare, serious look. “Anna, my dear. You are a catch. You
are one sexy lady, you have a pretty awesome job, you’re kind, you’re funny,
you’re smart. You’re the whole package babe. Go out there and get him. I can
tell that he’s been on your mind.” Susan’s stern expression suddenly shifted to
a warm smile as she patted Anna on the hand gently a few times.
    The
rest of the afternoon went smoothly for Anna. There were only a few customers:
A man wanted to pick up some flowers for his wife, an older woman with a cane
spent a few minutes walking through the aisles with a smile on her face, her
shaky hands touching a particularly beautiful flower and lifting it to her
nose. Anna stared at the clock uncontrollably. It was almost closing time, and
by now, the piece of paper with Brent’s phone number on it was unquestionably
wrinkled.
    The
sun was low in the sky when Anna locked the door and flipped the “open” sign to
“closed.” She took a deep breath as she turned to face the dimly lit shop. Her
back leaned against the glass of the door as she reached into her pocket and
pulled out the phone number one more time. Her phone flipped open, and she
typed the number in and pressed send. As she put the