Flowers For A Wounded Soldier: A BBW Erotica (2 page)

She
threw her keys on the kitchen counter as she stepped inside her apartment. It
was dark, and she turned on the lights to reveal a sink full of dirty dishes.
She sighed as she looked at how messy her apartment was. Even though business
had been down lately, she still spent most of her day at the flower shop, and
hadn’t had time to take care of the place. She had grown up in that flower shop
– it was like a second home to her in many ways. It was peaceful and warm, and
the rays of light would pierce through the dusty windows in beautiful streaks.
Anna plopped down on the couch and kicked her shoes off. She was still thinking
about Brent. She thought about his muscular body, his defined jaw, his chiseled
abdomen.

The
warm water of the shower streaked down Anna’s hair as she washed off the sweat
and dirt of the flower shop. Anna always loved being in the shower. It felt
refreshing and comforting. Every time the water cascaded down her voluptuous
body, she was born anew. She rubbed the soap up and down her skin, and watched
the suds washing down the drain. She was still thinking about Brent. As she ran
her hands up her inner thigh, she imagined Brent’s nude body.

She
imagined him putting his muscular arms around her, making her feel safe. She
pictured herself running her hands up and down those arms, onto his
soap-covered chest. She could almost feel his hard pecs in her hands, and the
bumpy ridges of his abdomen flowed under her fingertips. His muscular thighs
flexed in attention as she ran her fingers along his hard cock. His eyes stared
into hers, and those deep 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.

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 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 receiver up to her ear and
listened to it ring, she could feel her heart thump in her chest. Why was she
so nervous? It was just a phone call, after all. After a few more rings, she
could hear Brent pick up on the other end. “Hello?”

“Hi
Brent, this is Anna, from the flower shop. You know, the flower shop from
yesterday?” Anna squinted her eyes, as if in pain from the horribly bumbled
introduction. Of course it was the flower shop from yesterday. Was he going
around to all the flower shops in town handing out his number to every owner?
Brent laughed, “Oh, the flower shop from
yesterday
. I was hoping this
was the girl from the flower shop I visited 2
weeks
ago.” Anna smiled.
“Very funny Brent, very funny.”

“So
what’s up Anna? Are you still interested in going out to lunch this week?” Anna
switched the cell phone from one ear to the other. “Yeah, I would love to go
out for lunch. How does tomorrow sound?” There was a short pause before Brent
spoke. “I could do that. However, I can’t do lunch. I’m supposed to visit my
mother in the hospital tomorrow afternoon. Can we do dinner instead?” Anna smiled.
“Yeah, that should work. Did you have somewhere in mind?”

“Yeah,
why don’t we go to Gino’s? It’s been a long time since I’ve been there.” Anna
pursed her lips. Gino’s was the nicest restaurant in town. She would have to
pick out something suitable to wear. “I haven’t been there in a long time
either, does 7 sound good to you?” Anna switched the receiver to her other ear
again, and leaned a little more on the glass door. “That sounds great, I’ll
meet you there at 7.” They exchanged goodbyes, and Anna’s phone flipped shut
with a click. She stood there for a moment in the darkened shop, looking at the
still-glowing cell phone.

That
night and the next day were a total blur to Anna. She could barely focus on
work, and she ended up giving the wrong change to customers twice. As she
turned off the lights of the shop and locked up, she took a deep sigh. She was
nervous. She couldn’t even remember that last time she had been this nervous.
It was strange, it felt like so much was at stake that night, but she couldn’t
quite put her finger on why.

Her
apartment was still in rough shape when she got home, and Anna quickly decided
to throw some of her dirty clothes in the hamper and wash the pile of dishes
that had gathered in the sink. As she washed a particularly dirty plate, she
hummed a tune to herself. The nerves and doubt that had consumed her over the
past few days were starting to change into excitement. It was more of a blend
of the two, really.

Her
apartment now in a reasonable state, Anna began to get ready for her big date
that night. As she flipped through her closet for something suitable to wear,
her heart sank a little. This dress was too small, this one was too big, this
one was too ugly. She sighed as she considered going out to buy another dress
that very minute, until her fingers flicked to the dress that she
knew
would be perfect.

It
was a black number with long flowing fabric and a low-cut neckline. It was one
of those dresses that you couldn’t really wear very often, since it was so
nice, but you nonetheless wanted to. The corners hugged her body perfectly.
Each seam emphasized all of her good qualities while downplaying the parts of
her she wasn’t as enthusiastic about. It was just one of those dresses, one of
those special dresses that makes you feel like the most beautiful woman on
Earth. As Anna slipped it on and looked at herself in the mirror, she gave a
quick nod and smiled to herself. She looked good, and she knew it.

As
Anna pushed the heavy wooden doors of Gino’s open, she immediately noticed that
the place was surprisingly busy for a weekday night. As she walked up to
hostess, she looked around at each of the tables, looking for Brent. He was
nowhere to be seen. “Hello, I’d like a table for 2.” The hostess was a young
woman, probably no older than 18, and smiled as she led her to a table next to
an expansive window. It was in a quiet corner of the otherwise loud restaurant,
and Anna was pleased that Brent and her would have the opportunity to have a
private conversation.

Anna
was always a little nervous waiting for someone to show up for dinner or lunch.
She looked out the window to the darkened street, and watched as a group of men
and women emerged stumbling from the bar across the street. They laughed as
they crossed the street and got into a car parked near her. Anna nervously
looked at the clock on the opposite wall. Brent was 10 minutes late. The waiter
came over and spooked Anna from her people-watching when he asked if she wanted
anything to drink. Anna nervously fingered the silverware on the table, and
stared absent-mindedly at the empty seat across from her.

Anna
was kicking herself for sitting with her back to the entrance. She couldn’t see
if Brent had shown up or not, and she found herself conspicuously turning her
head to check every few minutes. She held her phone in her hand, but didn’t use
it for anything other than to check the time. As she flipped the screen open
one more time, she jumped a little as a hand gently touched her shoulder.

“Sorry
I’m late Anna, I was having a little car trouble.” Brent gave her a handsome
smile and sat down at the table. He was wearing a long sleeved, striped,
button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The top button of the shirt was
undone, and Anna caught herself staring at the top of Brent’s chest. Anna
smiled. “It’s fine. Although I will say, you sure know how to make a girl
nervous.”

Brent
smiled at her as he took the napkin that wrapped the silverware and carefully
tucked it across his lap. “Oh dear, I’m sorry. You shouldn’t be nervous though,
I wouldn’t have missed this for the world. I finally got that date with you
that I’ve always wanted.” Brent’s smile was spread wide across his face, and
Anna could see his cheeks turn a mild shade of red. Her face almost mirrored
his, flush cheeks and all.

“So
how is your mother doing?” The waiter stopped by again, and dropped off a pair
of thick menus. Brent sighed as he flipped open the first page, his eyes wandering
aimlessly over the menu. “The doctors haven’t exactly painted a good picture
for me. We’re all... waiting to see what happens.” Anna flipped open her menu,
embarrassed that she had asked the question.

After
a few moments of awkward silence which both Anna and Brent had cloaked in the
distraction of the menu, Brent looked up. “You look amazing tonight, by the
way.” Anna looked up at his deep brown eyes. She felt like her stomach was
doing flips. “Thanks, you look great too.” She looked at his thick, muscular
chest. The waiter came over and took their orders, setting down 2 glasses of
ice cold water on the table.

“So
Brent, do you remember Mr. Walters, our history teacher in high school? He came
in to my shop a few weeks ago to buy flowers for his wife. He actually asked
about you.” Brent laughed. “He asked about me? Why would he ask you about me?”
Anna took a sip of water from her glass. Her throat felt incredibly dry. She
was still feeling nervous about this date, if she was being honest with
herself.

“Well,
we hung out so much in high school, he probably assumed that I still had a bead
on your whereabouts.” Brent smiled at her, his white teeth flashing brightly
even in the dimly lit restaurant. “You’re right, we did spend a lot of time
together, didn’t we? To be honest... I’ve forgotten a lot about high school.”
Anna gave a little chuckle. “Well that was a long time ago, I’ve forgotten a lot
too.” Anna watched as Brent looked down at the table. “No, it’s not that Anna.
I’m talking about the injury.” Brent raised his and looked into her eyes, his
hand reaching up and tapping his skull. “I’ve forgotten all kinds of things.”