Hope everyone liked the first chapter. I love to think of the super tall guy and the short girl (I am short and kind of sad my dh isn’t this tall); it’s hot.
Let’s see what B is like and what she thinks of the first “encounter” ….
This may be my circus, but these are not my monkeys…
Disclaimer: All characters are property of that lady who wrote Twilight. This story, however, is mine. © 2024 lilbitbookish82
Chapter 2: Designer Man
BPOV
“Bebe!”
I roll over in my comfy bed and look at my phone; it’s 6:34 am and the sun is barely out. There is only one person I know that is brave enough to drive onto my property before a decent hour in the morning after I’ve worked. I think I may have been in bed for 3 hours…I didn’t leave until after 1 am, it took me a little over 45 minutes to drive home, and then of course I had to shower before I read for a bit then fell asleep. I was in the middle of the BEST dream when the pest decided to scream my name.
“Bebe! I know you’re in there and I KNOW you’re awake now!”, she screams as she pounds on my window.
“ALLIE!”, I scream back, “SHUT THE FUCK UP! I WAS HAVING AN AMAZING DREAM!”.
“Oooh girl, I’m coming in, get dressed. As sexy as you are, I don’t want to see your titties again,” she giggles as I hear my front door open.
“Start the coffee and I’ll be right out,” I say as I stumble out of bed to the bathroom. I do my morning routine…you know the usual…pee, wash my hands and face, brush my teeth, then I put on a pair of leggings, a sports bra, and a long t-shirt. I throw my long hair up into a messy bun then put my glasses on and stumble out to my kitchen and onto a bar stool, gently laying my head down on the counter. She knows I won’t talk until she gives me the nectar of the gods. I feel her touch my hair and her place the cup of coffee near my hands. I slowly raise myself up with my eyes still closed, take a nice, comforting sip, and then open my eyes back up and look over at her. She gives me her sweet smile while she waits. She’s lucky she is my sister, or I would punch her in the face. I’m not typically a violent person, but Allie brings it out of me when I’ve had such little sleep.
“Bebe don’t give me that look. I already let the chickens out and fed them, watered the garden, and took care of Sammie, Jake, Betty and Boop”, she replies.
“You’re lucky you’re so cute, Allie. Give me a few more minutes to wake up and then I’ll tell you.” She scrunches up her nose in her cute Allie way then grins.
My big sister (by 10 months) is in fact gorgeous. She’s the same height as me at 5’1, but where I am big busted and have a huge ass, she’s all thin and petite…definitely got our Mum’s figure. She’s got long, black hair like Daddy (not the long part), bright blue eyes that we both inherited, and always looks stunning, even in overalls. She’s got so much energy and the happiness that radiates from her makes you want to be around her; even at six-something in the morning…I just love to give her shit.
After about 5 minutes, I am more awake, and I move into my living room. She bounces her way in and plops herself into one of my armchairs, laying over it with her legs hanging off the side. “Spill Bebe! Oooh, wait! Lemme’ guess! Was it the guy at the bar?”, she asks excitedly.
“Oh girl, yes. He’s just so yummy!”, I gush. Yummy doesn’t even do him justice. This guy must be at least 6’4 or taller, has gorgeous greenish-blue eyes with lashes that make you lose yourself, a nice, toned body (and ass), and comes into the bar every night I work. I know this for a fact because I’ve asked. The first time he came in a little less than four months ago, I almost fell because I couldn’t stop staring at him. There was just something there that stunned me. Angela told me he only comes in on the nights I work and never on the weekends. It makes me wonder if he just comes to see me or if it’s just because it’s a convenient after-work situation. Who cares? I love eye-candy. I don’t even know his name.
“Has he spoken to you yet?”, Allie asks curiously. My wistful smile drops, and I shake my head in the negative. “Bebe, why haven’t you talked to him yet? You’re not usually this shy!”.
“I don’t know…it’s like I blank out and I get all nervous. He’s so gorgeous and it’s just intimidating. He’s always with his friends anyways and Ang always does the tables. He doesn’t come up to the bar. I wave at him every time he walks in, and he waves back, but I think he may be shy too, because he blushes as much as I do.”
Allie giggles and says, “oh this is funny! So, you dream about him every night and you don’t even know his name or what his voice sounds like! Do you even interact with him or just stare?” My blush gives me away right away. “Oooh dirty girl! So basically, you fuck the shit out of him and give mushy eyes at each other…HOT!”
We both giggle at the stupidity of the situation. I have woken up with wet panties so often lately that I am going through them like crazy. Basically, my BOB is getting overtime here.
“You really should talk to him Bebe. What’s the worst he can say? No? Then he’s just another giant dickhead with a pretty face.”, she shrugs. I know she’s right. Maybe I’ll put on my big girl panties tonight and just do it.
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At around 2, I start getting ready for work. I was going to quit a few months ago but once I saw him, I couldn’t do it. I was born and raised here in NW Mississippi on a 200-acre farm. When Allie and I turned 21, we each bought 20 acres from Daddy and live on the same property. We both went to Ole’ Miss; Allie got her degree in Psychology, and I got one in Journalism. She works out of her office in her house, and I work from home, so it’s not like I necessarily have to work at a bar in Memphis, but I needed to experience something in the city for a while; that’s why I applied at Earnestine & Hazel’s a little over a year ago. Ole’ Miss is in Oxford, which is a city, but it isn’t a big city like Memphis is. I needed that experience to tell me that my slower pace of life is worth it…but I just can’t say goodbye quite yet. Not until I know.
I take a shower, grab some lunch, then go back into the bathroom to get ready. Now that my long wavy hair is mostly dry, I pull it into a messy side braid and end it with a blue ribbon and put on some light makeup. I go to my closet and pull out a long blue skirt, my favorite boots, and a cute crop peasant top that shows the girls nicely (hey, they get me good tips). I make sure to grab a sweater because it’s been getting cooler at night, add accessories, grab my phone and bag, and head out for the hour drive into Memphis. By the time I get there at 4, it’s time to clock-in and get ready for the weeknight, end of work-day crowd. If everything goes the way it’s supposed to, he’ll be here at around 5:30 with his friends.
Time flies by as I talk and joke with regulars. I hear the bell ring on the door and look up…it’s him. Cue the blush (both mine and his). We both shyly wave to each other as they go pick out their regular spot in the comfy chairs. As I’m slyly looking over, I feel someone grab my hand. Ugh, it’s Paul. Paul is a guy I met in college, and I have never made it a secret that I can’t stand him. I try to be professional here at the bar, but he just doesn’t know how to leave me alone.
“Can I help you, Paul?”, I ask him with a bit of snark.
“Oh Bella, you most certainly can”, he replies with a skeevy smirk.
“Paul, how many times do I have to tell you no? I am not interested in anything you want me to help you with.” He makes me supremely uncomfortable and he’s starting to creep me out. Then he decides to grab my entire arm and pull me towards him. I look around the bar for someone to come and rescue me from this situation. I notice his friends looking over at me, and the dark-haired one slaps him on the shoulder; he looked like he was off in la-la land. He looks up and over at me…his eyes get this glint in them, and he stands up. I see him put on this façade of someone different as he confidently strides this way. I thank him with my eyes, he smiles, and then comes directly behind the bar, grabs me by the waist which makes Paul drop my arm, proceeds to say loud enough for Paul to hear, “hey baby…lord I missed you”, and pulls me into the most breathtakingly sensual kiss of my life.
I hear nothing, see nothing, but feel everything in this kiss. I grab his hair and pull him closer, and he moans…he fucking moans. Oh. MY. GOD. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. Our lips and tongues are moving in sync like we’ve already performed this duo many times. He pulls me even closer, and I feel his cock pulse against my side which causes me to let out a loud moan in return. THIS IS HOT! He slows the kiss, looks into my eyes, and kisses me softly once again. I look at him stunned but I reply, “Oh baby, I’ve missed you too.”
So, I hope everyone liked the insight into B’s mind and her version of the “kiss”. The next chapter is already in the works!