Biggie

 

Biggy

She was admiring herself in her phone's camera, a smile playing on her lips. Unbeknownst to her, her boyfriend was watching, a look of appreciation in his eyes. He nodded, a slow, deliberate movement, and ran his tongue over his lips, remembering the effort it took to win her over. Now, she was his, to love and cherish.

He called her by her special nickname, "Biggy!"

She turned, a playful frown on her face. "I told you to stop calling me that."

"How can I stop," he said, nodding at her behind, "when you know what I mean by 'Biggy'?"

She playfully retorted, "Are you mocking me, eh?"

"My special Biggy," he said, cupping her, then feigning a complaint, "My hands are like a child's toy compared to these… watermelons."

She playfully slapped his cheek, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "That's not very gentlemanly. Someone might walk in!"

He grinned, lust sparking in his eyes. "Let them. No man wouldn't envy me, seeing these heavenly creations."

"You're mad."

"I've been a mental case since you said yes to me."

"I need to leave for work before I'm late."

"Of course, but I need a good luck charm before you go."

"A charm?"

"Yes."

"What kind?"

"A kiss."

"We had plenty of those last night."

"My dictionary says the past is gone, only the present and future matter."

"Then your dictionary is outdated. The past teaches us where we went wrong, and how to learn from our mistakes."

"I made no mistakes last night. The evidence was there, and our neighbor could attest to it. He came knocking, asking for someone to calm her moaning." He paused, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "What did he say, again?"

She blushed, quickly exiting the room, his laughter following her all the way to work.

At work, she questioned her decisions, having rejected many people, unsure of their authenticity. She knew George's compassion, and she believed he loved her deeply. However, she frowned, reflecting on how men often lie to get what they want, then discard women. Pausing, she recalled the night he initiated intimacy. His reassurances and words made her feel unique. Even though she had previously declined sex, his gentle touch and the way he made her feel when they started dating were captivating. That night, he seemed to make everything perfect. His kisses and the sensations he evoked were overwhelming, and she couldn't resist. "George is a bastard," she thought. She still thought of him daily, remembering the pleasure and satisfaction.

Now, she wondered if he would marry her. That was one of the reasons she had refused sex before marriage. Others had left, knowing they weren't ready. But George had stayed, and now, having gotten what he wanted, she felt both regret and pleasure.