Anything for Adam Radcliffe
A Short Story by Marlene Sexton
Copyright Marlene Sexton 2011
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Stacy was startled out of her daydream by her supervisor telling her to speed things up. Stacy thought she was such a bitch. Stacy turned and wanted to say something snarky, but thought better of it. She forced herself to concentrate on the task at hand. After all, this sandwich was for Adam, the subject of her daydream. She always made Adam’s sub with the utmost care. Stacy even put a little extra meat and cheese on his sandwich when her supervisor wasn’t looking.
She finished prepping the sandwich and passed it to her coworker and friend, Missy. She watched as Adam told Missy what he wanted on his medium turkey and ham on wheat with smoked cheddar. He always asked for pickles, lettuce, onions, tomatoes and just a light sprinkle of oil and vinegar. Stacy new it by heart. Adam ordered the same thing everyday when he stopped in after his classes at the community college.
Stacy knew this through pure observation. She had never said anything to Adam besides, “How can I help you?” but she lusted after the young man. She dreamed of him constantly. She fantasized he would see her working at the sub shop and ask her out and after a whirlwind romance he would ask Stacy to marry him. He would become an architect and they would move to a nice home and have kids. Stacy knew it was foolish, but she could dream couldn’t she?
Stacy knew she had little chance of attracting the attention of a guy like Adam. She was cute but in her early teens, she gained a lot of weight after her parents divorced. Now at twenty-one years old she was a big girl and still a virgin. She tried to look her best and dress in the latest styles when she could find them in her size. She wanted a boyfriend desperately, but her weight seemed to get in the way.
It wasn’t that there weren’t guys out there that dated big girls. It was more that Stacy had a taste for really hot guys and they normally didn’t date girls like her. Not that she’d ever tried to date one of the guys she lusted after. She just couldn’t believe that a good-looking guy, like Adam Radcliffe, would ever find her attractive so Stacy never even approached them. She couldn’t handle the rejection she knew would surely follow.
Adam paid for his sub and walked out. His ass looked amazing in the jeans he wore. He was six foot three according to the height gauge on the doorframe meant to check the height of thieves. His shoulders were broad and tapered down to his thin waist. His face was rugged but boyish and he wore his sandy blonde hair short except for the front, which he spiked. Stacy got wet just thinking about him and over the last month or so, he was the nightly subject of her sexual fantasies.
However, Stacy knew that she could probably never have him. There was no way a guy like Adam Radcliffe was going to date a fat girl like her. Stacy always hoped a guy would focus on her enormous boobs or her big, round ass, but she knew all they saw was that she was overweight. Good-looking guys didn’t date overweight girls. Sometimes they got drunk and fucked them, but they never dated them.
Stacy stopped her musings and focused on her job. She asked the next customer what they wanted and began slicing the meat and cheese. It sucked, but it paid the tuition at the cosmology institute. Someday Stacy would have a beauty shop of her own, but for now, she was stuck making sandwiches and drooling over hot guys she could never have.
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A few days later, Missy told Stacy about a party on Saturday night she was invited too. Missy was always trying to get Stacy to go out, meet guys and get laid. Missy wasn’t as big as Stacy was, but she was a big girl too. However, Missy got laid all the time. If a guy were interested, even if he was below average in the looks department, Missy would fuck him. Missy tried to get Stacy to go after average guys, or even the below average guys, but Stacy wasn’t interested. She wanted a guy like Adam, a guy like in her romance novels, big, strong and rugged.
Stacy was hesitant to agree to go with Missy to the party. Every time Missy dragged her to a party, Stacy always left depressed and feeling bad about herself. However, when Missy told her Adam would be there, she decided to go just to stare at him. She figured he’d probably end up with some skinny bitch, but just the chance to meet him was enough. Stacy told Missy she would go.
Stacy spent Thursday, her day off, shopping. She wanted to look as good as she could for Adam. It took her hours and almost a dozen stores, but she finally found an outfit that made her happy. Stacy managed to find a big, fluffy red sweater dress that had a low cut neckline, to show off her considerable cleavage, but was loose enough to hide her love handles. The deep red looked great against her smooth, white skin. She found a nice pair of black leggings that came to mid calf and some cute red pumps to complete the outfit and even treated herself to a new black lace bra and thong set.
Stacy rushed home after work on Saturday to get ready. Adam had been in that day and asked Missy if she was going to the party. Missy informed Adam that she was and that Stacy was going with her. Stacy feared Adam would make some rude comment, but he just said, “That’s cool! See you guys there.”
Stacy didn’t have any illusions, but she couldn’t help being encouraged by his reaction. Stacy wanted to look her best and spent almost an hour and a half, showering, trimming her pussy, fixing her hair, doing her nails and applying makeup. After she got dressed, even she had to admit she looked good, for a big girl anyway. Her ample cleavage really made the outfit, but it was her pretty face, long, wavy blonde hair and sexy smile that made Stacy beautiful.
Stacy wasn’t as big as she imagined. She was overweight, but she carried it in the right places. Her hips and thighs were round and sexy and her breasts were big and full. In the right clothes, she was downright hot. The sweater dress showed off her curves and the leggings and heels made her shapely legs look even better. There were all kinds of guys that would love to be with her, but she wanted Adam Radcliffe.
Missy arrived to pick Stacy up a little late, but that was fine with Stacy. She didn’t want to walk in early and have everyone looking at her. She thought she looked good, but was still self-conscience and would rather arrive after the party got going so attention wasn't focused on her. Stacy went out and climbed into Missy’s little sub-compact.
“Wow! Girl, you look hot!” Missy exclaimed as Stacy got in.
“Stop it!” Stacy retorted, appreciating the compliment, but finding it hard to believe.
“No, I mean it. You look really good,” Missy said as she drove off towards the party.
“Thanks.”
“Look at all that boob! You know, if you wanted, you could get laid looking like that,” Missy observed.
“You think so? I mean do you think Adam will notice me?” Stacy asked.
Missy sighed, “Jesus, Stacy. When are you gonna quit lusting after him. I’m sorry, but he’s out of you’re league. Hell, he’s out of just about everyone’s league. There’s gonna be dozens of guys there tonight. Most of them would give their left nut to fuck a buxom hottie like you. Why don’t you go after one of them?”
“I know you think I’m being stupid, Missy. But I really like Adam. He’s so hot and I’d give my left nut just to see him naked. I know what you’re saying but, I don’t like most of those other guys,” Stacy said and Missy giggled when Stacy referred to her non-existent left nut.
“You’re really gonna stick with that story, huh?” Missy asked, obviously frustrated with Stacy’s single-mindedness.
“Yeah, I suppose I am. Look, I know I’ve got about zero chance of getting Adam to date me, but I gotta try,” Stacy explained.
“Try? You haven’t even talked to him except to ask him whether he wants white or wheat. Do you think he’s just gonna see you across the room and sweep you off you’re feet like in those stupid romance novels you read?” Missy asked.
“Turkey and ham on wheat with smoked cheddar,” Stacy said knowing it would frustrate Missy even more.
“Jesus, you’re hopeless! Fine, you wanna fuck Adam Radcliffe? You need to give it up,” Missy said and looked at Stacy meaningfully.
“Give what up?” Stacy asked.
“Everything! You need to give him what those other girls won’t. You need to give him a reason to want to pick you over one of those hot, skinny girls.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. Ask him. Those hot girls don’t have to give much up to get a guy in bed, you know?” Missy tried to explain but Stacy didn’t understand.
“I don’t know what you mean, Missy,” Stacy admitted.
“Sex! Do you think those girls swallow or let a guy fuck them in the ass? Hell, no! Most guys, even Adam, are just happy to get one of them into the sack. They’re happy enough to get her naked and stick their dick inside and then brag to the other guys,” Missy explained in language even Stacy couldn’t misunderstand.
“Missy! That’s horrible,” Stacy said, shocked. She knew Missy was right, but wasn’t ready to admit it. She wanted to believe that Adam would see past her weight and like her for who she was inside. She knew that was pure fantasy, but she thought it was her only chance at a guy like Adam. She didn’t see exactly what Missy was talking about.
“Stacy, that’s the way it is. Do you want to fuck Adam?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Stacy said and then saw the look on Missy’s face and amended her answer, “Yes, I want to fuck Adam Radcliffe!”
“Then you gotta give it up. Whatever he wants, whatever he desires. Anal, swallowing his cum, you do it. If he wants you to wear a collar and walk around on your hands and knees barking like a dog, you do it,” Missy explained. Stacy finally got it. She had to do what those hot girls wouldn’t. She had to give Adam a reason to want to be with her. Missy didn’t say it, but Stacy figured that maybe afterwards he’d like her for who she was inside. Either way, Stacy saw the logic.
“Anything?” Stacy asked.
“Anything, Stacy! Look, he’ll probably be drunk and horny. You promise him something he can’t get from those other girls and he’ll be yours. Even if I’m wrong, at least you’re trying. That’s more than you can say right now,” Missy said and Stacy couldn’t deny she was right. Stacy hadn’t done anything to get Adam. She pined after him and pretended he would make a move, but Stacy knew he wouldn’t.
She knew, down deep anyway, that she was fat and guys like Adam didn’t even consider girls like her. He wasn’t magically going to fall for Stacy one day. He was going to go on, hardly noticing her until one day he would find a girlfriend he really cared about and any chance Stacy had would be gone, probably forever. She didn’t want that to happen.
Stacy was twenty-one, a woman, and she needed to start acting like one instead of a boy crazy fourteen-year-old girl. If a woman wanted a man, she went out and got him. She was going to be a woman tonight. She was going to give Adam what he wanted, no matter what. If he turned her down, she was no worse off than she was before and maybe she’d be a little wiser.
“OK, Missy. I’ll give it a try. I’ll go ahe...,” Stacy started to say but Missy interrupted.
“What? Try?” Missy countered.
“Sorry, you’re right. I’m gonna fuck Adam tonight. I’m gonna fuck him so good, he’s gonna want to be my boyfriend. I’ll do anything for Adam Radcliffe!” Stacy stated loud and proud. Missy held up her hand and Stacy gave her a high-five. “You go, girl!” Missy exclaimed.
Stacy felt hot and sexy, suddenly. She looked at herself, her big boobs, curvy body and shapely legs, and she felt like she could do this. Exactly what, she wasn’t sure yet, but whatever it was she could do it. She was gonna make Adam want her and want her badly. Stacy felt like a woman and she was going to get her man.
They arrived at the party a few minutes later. They had to park down the street there were so many cars. The house was in a nice neighborhood and Stacy figured some trust-fund brat’s mommy and daddy were out of town. Whatever! The drinks were free and the music was loud. Missy and Stacy walked in and the house was already full of people, mostly twenty-somethings like her. No one greeted them and they headed to the kitchen to find some liquor.
A friend of Missy’s was making margaritas. He made one for each girl in a red plastic cup. They must have been short on margarita mix because Stacy’s was mostly tequila. They wandered the big, beautiful house. Missy seemed to know everyone, but Stacy only saw a couple of people she knew. She was feeling self-conscience again, wondering what people thought of her.
Then they saw Adam. He was in jeans and black leather shoes. He wore a black sports coat over a red t-shirt that read “NOH8.” Adam was as sexy as Stacy could ever remember him looking. He had a five o’clock shadow that made him look even dreamier. Stacy felt her pussy warm. Missy walked towards him and Stacy followed, nervous suddenly.
“Hey, Adam!” Missy said as they approached. Adam squinted at them, obviously not recognizing them right away. She responded by saying, “Missy and this is Stacy, from the sandwich shop.”
Adam’s eye lit up and he said, “Oh yeah. How you doing? Great party, huh? I didn’t recognize you all dressed up. You guys look great!”
Stacy could tell it was just small talk. Adam was surveying the crowd as he said it. Missy nudged her and tilted her head at Adam. Stacy didn’t know what to say and shrugged discretely. Missy rolled her eyes and mouthed, “You wanna dance?” then put her hands up as if she were grabbing her tits. Stacy nodded, getting Missy’s intent. Show off her boobs.
“Yeah, it’s a great party. You want to dance or something?” Stacy said and moved closer to Adam so he could easily see her cleavage. Her heart was pounding. Adam looked at her and his eyes went immediately to her tits. Adam stared for a moment and then looked at Stacy’s face and said, “Sure, why not?”
Stacy was shocked and was glad already Missy talked her into this. Adam walked to the middle of the room with Stacy in tow. A few other people were dancing, including a trio of obviously drunk girls. As they went, Stacy looked back at Missy who gave her the thumbs up. Stacy couldn’t believe she was going to dance with Adam Radcliffe. This was unprecedented. Stacy felt like she might faint.
Adam danced, well, like a guy. He shuffled and swung his arms aimlessly. Stacy on the other hand loved to dance and she decided to go for it. She lifted her arms in the air, swiveled her hips, and twirled around. She caught Adam staring. Especially at her tits. She ran her hands up and down her body letting them linger at the side of her breasts just a little too long.
Adam’s eyes kept going to her ample cleavage. This was fun. She had never had a guy look at her like that. She felt encouraged and moved closer to Adam, letting him see down her dress. He still surveyed the room, but his eyes always came back to Stacy’s voluptuous body as he gulped his beer. Soon it was gone and Adam asked, “You want another drink?”
Stacy was already feeling the effects of the tequila, but she figured why not and said, “Sure!” She followed Adam to the kitchen where he rooted in an ice chest for another Bud Light. Then to Stacy’s surprise, he asked her what she was drinking and mixed her another margarita. Stacy couldn’t help but imagine they were dating.
“Thanks, Adam!” she said as he handed her another red cup.
“Yeah, no problem. It’s fucking hot in here. Wanna come outside and get some air?” Adam asked as he grabbed another beer, for later presumably.
“Uh, yeah,” Stacy replied. She was floored that even he asked. Maybe this would be easier than she thought. They wound their way through the crowd and out the back of the house. A few people were out on the deck, but for the most part it was quiet and not crowded compared to inside. They went and leaned on the railing and sipped their drinks until Adam said, “It’s hot in there. Damn! You must be dying in that sweater.”
“Nah, I’m cold-blooded,” Stacy replied, taking another long sip of her drink. This was not what she expected but here she was, talking to Adam. This was too easy, she thought, and a second later, she discovered she was right. It was too easy.
“Hey, Stacy? Do you know Reese Davis?” Adam asked.
“Were not friends or anything, but I know her. Why?” Stacy asked, not seeing the headlights bearing down on her.
“She’s kind of hot, you know? I was wondering if you could introduce me to her.” Adam said. Stacy felt her heart drop. Adam wasn’t interested in her at all. Despite the fact he was looking at her tits and dancing with her, it was all just to see if she could help him bed some other bitch. That’s what Reese Davis was too. A bitch.
Reese was hot, black hair, dark eyes and a body Stacy would kill for. She was also a stuck up brat. Stacy didn’t hate her, but she wasn’t really fond of her either. They had been friends in middle school, but when Stacy gained her weight, Reese would have nothing to do with her. Now Adam was asking Stacy to set him up with her?
Fuck that! Stacy wasn’t going to let that skinny bitch steal her man. Missy’s words rang in her head and Stacy decided she was going to get Adam or go down in a ball of flames.
“Adam, you know Reese has herpes, right?” Stacy said, lying through her teeth.
“What? She does?” Adam asked.
“Yeah, she’s kind of a skank. She’s had an abortion too,” Stacy lied again.
“Really? Fuck! Forget I asked,” Adam said shaking his head. Stacy hated lying to Adam, but she knew there was no way she’d win out over Reese. Besides, she didn’t talk to Reese anymore. Maybe she did have herpes and an abortion. Now Stacy had to get Adam interested in her. She thought for a moment and then decided just to be honest.
“Adam, you know, I’ve liked you for a long time,” she said and moved a little closer to Adam. Adam looked at her and seemed to consider the possibilities for a moment. Stacy subtly pushed her tits out a little father and smiled.
“Yeah? I didn’t know that,” he replied, seeming unsure of what to say. Stacy needed to convince him she was who he was looking for. The house was full of young, drunk girls, most of them hotter than Stacy was, or at least thinner. She needed to stand out and she had Adam’s attention.
“Yeah. I’ve thought about you a lot,” Stacy said and swallowed. She just had to say it and let things take their course. Adam might reject her she knew, but he might not, and that’s what spurred her into action. Stacy ran her hand up Adam’s chest and into his jacket. She was shaking. Adam’s chest as so hard and muscular.
“Adam, I’d do just about anything for you. I’ve wanted to fuck you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I promise, I can do anything those other girls will do and a whole lot more,” Stacy said, feeling faint as she did. Adam just stood there for a moment and then asked, “Like what?”
“Anything you want,” Stacy replied and let her hand wander down Adam’s torso. Adam swallowed and said, “Really? You know, you’re kind of hot. Your tits are amazing. You look a lot different than you do at the sandwich shop,” Adam said and then after a long pause as he stared into Stacy’s eyes he asked, “You wanna find a bedroom?”
“Yeah, I do,” Stacy said. Her pussy was so wet. She was going to fuck Adam Radcliffe. This was surreal.
“Let’s go!” Adam said and took Stacy’s hand. They walked through the crowd and Stacy looked for Missy, but never saw her. They went upstairs and the first bedroom they tried was empty. It was still early, so they were likely some of the first people to hook up. Once inside Stacy sat on the queen bed and Adam locked the door. He turned and slipped off his jacket and tossed it onto the chair in the corner of the room and went to sit next to Stacy.
Adam looked her up and down and then kissed her as he roughly grabbed her breast. Stacy was surprised, but she kissed Adam back. His kiss was rough and sloppy, or so Stacy thought. She didn’t have much to judge it against. In any case, it felt good.
Adam began tugging at her dress and Stacy helped him slip it over her head and then stood, kicked her heels off and pulled off her leggings. She was now in only her black lace bra and panties and Adam looked at her with raw hunger. She thought she would feel self-conscience and embarrassed exposing her body, but she didn’t. She felt sexy and Adam’s glare only made Stacy feel hotter.
Stacy reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, and let it fall off her shoulders and to the floor. Her breasts sprang free and Adam immediately reached out and grabbed at them. He mauled her breasts as if he’d never seen tits before and Stacy loved the way that made her feel. As Adam played with her tits, Stacy slipped her panties down and off, now completely nude, her buxom body exposed.
Stacy knelt in front of Adam and began working at his belt. In moments, she had it unbuckled and she undid Adam’s jeans and then pulled his cock out of his briefs. His cock wasn’t huge, but it was hard and big enough. Stacy was as horny as she’d ever been and wanted Adam’s cock badly. She spent many nights dreaming of this moment and now that it was here, she wasn’t going to play shy.
Stacy greedily took Adam’s hard cock into her mouth and he moaned as she squeezed his balls. Even though Stacy had never been with a guy, she wasn’t unaware of what men and women did. She had watched porn, talked to Missy about her sexual adventures and fantasized about sex many, many times. Stacy was a virgin, but she wasn’t some delicate flower.
As Stacy sucked Adam’s wonderful cock, he began rummaging in his pocket. Stacy assumed he was looking for a condom, but when he pulled out his iPhone, she stopped bobbing on his cock and asked, “What are you doing?”
“You really willing to do anything?” Adam asked, a nasty grin creeping across his angular face.
“Um...I guess. Why?” Stacy asked. She didn’t like the way he looked and had no idea what the iPhone was for. Suddenly, Stacy felt self-conscience again.
“You ever been with two guys?” he asked.
“No, I’ve never been with any guys,” Stacy admitted.
“You’re a virgin? Fuck, I thought you were experienced. That’s fucking hot. How ‘bout I text my friend and we have a threesome?” Adam said. Stacy knew her jaw fell open, but she was too shocked to do much about it. Another guy? She was a virgin. She wanted Adam in the worst way, but this was too much, wasn’t it?