Stuffed: Chapter 7 (Patreon)

The skateboarder guy was back again the next evening, doing tricks in the parking lot while his friends smoked cigarettes and doobies. Every time I went by, they eyed me with ‘whatcha gonna do, security boy?’ looks. But I didn’t care; they weren’t really breaking any rules. 

It was around 9:00 PM when Cara and Eris finished with their first intake of clients for the night. They went outside to smoke and saw the guys. The guys made their way over, joining the groups together.

My heart raced. I figured that this was building up to the guy asking Eris out. 

He was even ‘presenting’ himself to her, like some sort of jungle bird showing off its mating dance. He got onto his skateboard and started grinding rails and doing kick flips while Eris smoked a cigarette and watched, and giggled—even blushing a bit. 

He went to her and offered her a drag from a blunt. I just watched from afar. I had closing duties to get around to; I didn’t have the time to stick around and watch, even though I wanted to see how this played out. 

I went to the various shop doors to ensure the employees had properly locked up. Then I went to the bathrooms and ensured they were empty before locking them up. I completed a full inspection of the big department store (sometimes homeless people tried to hide in clothing displays during closing). Everything was clear.

It was 9:40 when I went back out—and the girls were still schmoozing with the skater boys. Now, Eris was chatting off to the side with the guy. She was playing with her long black hair, and he was trying to look cool, leaning against the wall in a James Dean sort of way. He was showing her his tattoos. 

My heart raced. I just knew that I stood no chance. He was the type of guy for her. He liked metal music and old-school tattoos and skateboards. I still wanted to be an engineer. I, honestly, enjoyed studying for exams, and I liked the practical exercises our professors assigned us: working through real-world problems and figuring out the physics and whatnot. Eris would never care about anything like that—and honestly, I was never going to be into screaming metal music. 

So why did I feel so jealous? Why was I secretly wishing she would reject the guy? 

I went to my office. I tried not to look at that calendar. I distracted myself by trying to study. Then it was time to walk around again. Now, the skateboarders were gone and the girls were back in the tattoo shop with their next clients. 

Cara was tattooing a ripped dude: his whole body covered in bulging muscles. The guy had his gaze locked on Eris, who was tattooing a young woman’s lower back. I could tell by the way he was looking at her that he was interested. 

Eris was definitely popular with men. She had a beautiful face and and stunning body. It seemed like every guy that crossed her path caught at least a grazing of cupid’s arrow.

I went by the tattoo shop again around midnight. Cara was still tattooing the ripped man’s chest. Eris was cleaning her station up. I smiled at her and kept going on my rounds. I was sauntering through the food court when someone suddenly grabbed me. I shrieked and spun around—and then I saw her there, already laughing before she even said, “Boo!” 

“What are you doing!?” I said. If I hadn’t gone pee a few minutes earlier, I would have surely pissed myself.

“Lighten up,” she said, rolling her eyes. “What gives? Why are you avoiding me?” 

“I—I’m not,” I said. But maybe I was a bit. Maybe I didn’t want to develop more feelings for her, just to have them stomped on the ground once she ran off with some cool skateboarding dude. 

“I’m done for the night,” she said. 

“How was your day? Do any cool tattoos?” 

She shrugged her shoulders. “Just other people’s weird ideas. Want to fuck?” 

“What?” I said, not sure I heard her correctly. She giggled and then reached down, lifting up her skirt to show me her lack of panties. Her cock was out, erected, and throbbing. 

I was speechless. Again, I wasn’t sure what any of it meant. She looked for me—and now she wanted to have another sexual experience. But to her… did that mean anything? Maybe this was just meaningless and I was getting the wrong idea…

She spun me around suddenly and pushed on my back, making me bend over a table. “C’mon, it’ll be fun,” she giggled.

“W—What are you doing?” I asked.

“Fucking you.” 

“Eris… I—I’ve never really…”

“Oh shock—you’re a virgin?” She started laughing. “Okay, well, I’ll go easy on you. How’s that?” 

My heart was racing. She reached around me and undid my belt buckle. Then, she gave my pants and tug; the weight of everything on my belt made the whole thing fall to the ground easily, with a thud. I felt the cool mall air conditioning on my exposed skin. I looked back and saw her stroking her big cock. 

I wasn’t so sure about this. But to her… there was no thinking about it; it was just something that she wanted, so she was going to do it. That’s how she lived her life: she thought of something she wanted to try, so she tried it. I admired that about her. I wished I could be more like that—never stopping to overthink absolutely everything. 

And maybe this was another chance to be more like that, to be more like her: to try out something new, just to see if I liked it—and then I could challenge myself not to worry so much about the end result. If I didn’t like it, then so what? I didn’t have to live my whole life regretting it or worrying about what people would think of me. And if I did like it… then great: I would have discovered something I like.

I felt her thick, warm tip pressing between my ass cheeks. “Shit,” I whispered, closing my eyes. I felt that it was wet, slicked with her spit. She gently rubbed my back. “I want to put tattoos all over your back.” 

“Okay,” I said.

She paused. “Okay?” she said. “You would let me?”

“I—I don’t know. Yeah. I guess so.” 

She smiled. “You’re cool.” 

Then she pushed it into me. I gasped. I felt every inch of that thick penetration. I felt my virginity fluttering away—and certainly not how I thought it would happen. 

She started sliding in and out of me. I won’t lie: it hurt a bit at first… but after a minute of gripping that food court table, I started to relax, and as I relaxed, the pain went away. I could feel everything: every inch, every vein, every little trembling twitch of her cock.

She held my sides firmly. Her cock slid in at a curved angle, upwards, pushing up into my belly. I grunted, repositioning slightly, widening my stance. Her ballsack mashed against me with each deep thrust. 

“How does it feel?” she whispered into my ear.

“G—Good,” I said. 

“You like it?” 

I nodded my head.

“You want it faster?” 

I nodded my head. 

“Do you love it?”

“I love you,” I said. 

Then, she paused. The mall became silent—even more silent than it usually was around 1:00 AM. 

I looked back at her slowly, realizing what I’d said. Her eyes were wide. She was taken by surprise—and maybe I was too. Did I really just say that? 

“W—What did you just say?” she said.

I stared into her eyes. “I… I love you.” 

“Why?” she said. “Why would you love… me?” 

I stared at her pale face, worried that I’d done something horribly wrong. How would I ever be able to show my face at that mall again? “You’re… cool. You’re fun. You enjoy life and you don’t care what people think… and I like that. I wish I was like that. And, uh… you’re really pretty.” 

She blushed. “Do you actually think I’m pretty? Because for the first month you were here, you looked at me like you thought I was some sort of circus freak.”

“You… scared me,” I said. This was a weird conversation to be having with half of a cock in my ass. I could still feel it throbbing. 

She covered her lips and giggled. “I scared you?” 

I nodded my head slowly. “You’re just… really cool. And I’m… not.” 

“You’re pretty cool, Eric.” 

“But I don’t like heavy metal or skateboards or smoking or drinking, or—”

“Who cares?” she said. “So people can’t like each other if they don’t… like the same movies? The same music? Who cares about any of that?” 

I paused. “Do you… like me?” 

Her face turned dark red. “I mean… my cock is inside of you, Eric. And it’s, like… really hard.” 

I blushed. “But I’m a… nerd.”

“Yeah. And that’s cute as hell. Why are you so awkward about it? You’re, like, smart, and you have a life plan, and you’re willing to take on some shitty job to take care of yourself.”

I stared into her eyes, feeling like I was about to start crying tears of job.

“Oh, don’t get so emotional,” she said. “Just bend over and take it, okay?” 

I followed the command. I bent back over and I let her fuck me. She didn’t last long. She didn’t pull out, filling me deeply with her warm, sloshing cum. I groaned loudly as I felt it blasting into me. 

It felt good… so good. She rolled me over on that table and then climbed onto me. The table wobbled, feeling like it was close to collapsing… but we didn’t care. We locked lips and made out while her cum spilled out of me. A minute later, she plugged me again and started thrusting into me.

I forgot that she could just keep going like that after cumming.

She came in me three times that night, using her own product as lubricant. My whole ass was a white sticky mess by the end, and so was her whole crotch. We both blushed and giggled as we tried to use food court napkins to clean up our big mess. “I don’t know how you got it all over my chest,” I said.

“That’s your own cum, silly,” she giggled. 

“What?” I said.

“Yeah. You came while I was fucking you near the end.”

“I… did?” 

She giggled. Honestly--the last few minutes of that fucking session was a total blur of euphoria—it was entirely possibly I came, maybe more than once. 

  *

I ended up taking Eris to my commencement. A part of me was hopeful that she would meet my friends and they would all soften to her, and maybe getting to know her would open their minds a bit—the way it opened mine. 

But… that didn’t happen. Not even close.

First of all, Eris showed up in a skintight black lace dress—cut extremely deep and extremely short, showing off all of her tattoos. It was see-through too, and she didn’t wear a bra, so everyone saw… everything. There were some horrified faces, but honestly… 

I thought she looked stunning. She was just in control of her own world, and she didn’t give a shit what anyone thought about it.

So I decided not to give a shit about it either. We posed for pictures together. Sure, we got some looks—some good, some bad. It didn’t matter. 

I saw my own friends whispering together, rolling their eyes. I overheard one of them suggesting that I was having an ‘early midlife crisis’. And so I knew, finally, that I had moved on in life from that crowd.

That didn’t mean that I was a different person. That didn’t mean that I had to stop pursuing a career in engineering and look into a career doing genital piercings or something. I could still be myself, with Eris being herself at my side. 

Though… we never really did label our relationship. I never really did ask her if she was my girlfriend—at first because I was afraid she would say ‘of course we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend’, and then, after a few months, I didn’t ask because… I just knew that we were boyfriend and girlfriend. 

And Cara became one of my new best friends. I learned a lot about her—like the fact that she had won multiple chess and math competition awards as a teenager. She was a lowkey genius. One night, while I was hanging out with them in the shop, working on one of my first projects with the engineering firm that had hired me, she sauntered over and glared at the complicated physics problem I was working out. She put her finger to the screen and started explaining how I could increase the load-bearing capacity of the structure by redistributing the stress points using a series of interconnected trusses. Her explanation was so clear and precise that I found myself staring at her in awe.

“You’re basically just overcomplicating it,” she said, leaning back and crossing her arms with a smirk. “If you shift the weight here and here, you can reduce the strain on the central beam by, like, 40%. Easy.”

I blinked at her, my mouth hanging open slightly. “How do you even know this stuff? I thought you were just into tattoos and skateboards.”

Cara laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just because I’m covered in ink and can ollie over a trash can doesn’t mean I can’t do math, Eric. I was solving differential equations for fun when I was, like, twelve. But honestly, I got bored with all that. Too predictable.”

I sat there for a moment, staring at the screen, her solution still fresh in my mind. It was better than anything I’d come up with, and she’d figured it out in, like, two minutes. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself. 

And you might be wondering… well, isn’t Cara more your type? And honestly… no. Could Eris solve complicated math problems? No. Did she know anything about engineering? No. Did I care? Not really. Our connection was deeper than shared qualities. I guess it’s hard to explain. Maybe it’s something like ying and yang, about opposites attracting, about balancing each other out. 

Eris balanced me out. 

THE END