Chapter 96 - Wild Temptation After Divorce

TW: Body-shaming

Nicole Age 12

“You’re a woman now. That right there proves you can now have babies. Your little flat chest is now going to bud, and soon you’ll have br*asts,” my mama said. I looked at hers. They were huge.

“Mama, will my br*easts be as big as yours? I don’t know if I want that mama,” I whispered.

“Maybe, maybe not. But I will tell you one thing, you will keep your legs shut. You will not let any boys touch you. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said dutifully. I felt a little awkward. I was literally on the toilet as she stared at me and lectured me. I had been cramping all day in my tummy, and I thought I had to poop. So I went to the bathroom and looked in my undies and saw all this brownish red gross stuff. I thought I had an accident. My mom came running to the bathroom when she heard me yell. When she saw what I was screaming at she huffed and told me to shush. That’s when she started to explain to me what a period was and that now I could have babies.

She was dispassionate about it, almost downright hostile. She opened the cabinet under the sink and got me a pad, and then she went to my room and got me new underwear. She told me how to put the pad on. She said later she’d teach me about tampons.

Now here I am lying in bed with a heating pad. I am a woman now, mama said. What did that mean?

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Nicole age 14

“I swear to God Nikki, you’re going to eat me out of house and home. Why are you always eating? Do you like being fat? Do you think any boy will want a fat girlfriend?”

“You told me to stay away from boys, so I stay away,” I said, as I ate my apple she was losing her mind over.

“Don’t you get sassy with me, you little b*tch.”

I inwardly rolled my eyes. Ever since that fateful day two years ago when I became a “woman,” my mama has changed. At first, they were little things. She started to nitpick my clothes, about how tight they were, then it was the way I did my hair. I was learning from y*ut*be how to do my hair in cute space buns. Then, when I started to wear makeup this year, I was all of a sudden a little b*tch or wh*re. Now, I’m fat, apparently. I mean I wasn’t skinny like her, or other girls, I had hips and my br”asts had definitely come in, my thighs were just a little thicker, but my waist was smallish. I just had a tiny pouch.

“No, mama. I am just saying that I stay away from boys.”

“You better. Not that any boy would want you with the way you look anyway. You get fatter, and you’re going to have to go shopping again. I will not be buying you a new wardrobe, Nikki.”

“I know mama,” I mumbled. I hate the word fat. I was not f*cking fat.

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Nicole Age 16

“Come on Nikki, let me feel your t*ts,” George Bryson demanded. He and I were on our first date. He took me to a nice steakhouse, and then we went to a movie. Now, as we were parked across the street from my house, he thought I’d let him feel me up.

“No George. I am not one of those easy girls. I’m a lady, so you will treat me like one.”

He scoffed at me, actually scoffed.

“A lady? Seriously? You’re just a 16-year-old girl. I was going to make you my girlfriend for my senior year. Do you know what that would do for your reputation? You’d go from the nerdy but hot, goody girl, to probably the most popular girl in school? I am the star quarterback.”

“Wow, is your ego inflated much?”

“Ugh, you’re such a f*cking prude. You either put out or get out,” he snarled at me. “You’re wasting my f*cking time.”

I felt tears prick my eyes, but I was not going to let them fall.

“You know what George, f*ck you!”

I pushed open his car door, and before I even shut it, he was squealing off.

I walked across the street to my front door. My mom threw it open.

“Did you wh*re yourself out?”

“No mama.”

“He probably didn’t even want your fat a*s. Elvis is here tonight. Stay away from him. Don’t flaunt your body around.”

Great, I thought as I walked into the house, and towards the kitchen. Mom's flavor of the month was here. Except, this one has lasted two months. I hated him. He was always leering at me. He made me feel uncomfortable. I went to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. When I turned around, there was Elvis, leaning against the wall, in his white tank top and baby blue basketball shorts, staring at me. He licked his lips as his brown eyes roamed up and down my body. His dark arms were crossed over his over-muscled dark chest. His skin color was two shades darker than my light mocha skin. His smile deepened.

I was in a modest purple dress and black flats. It covered my cleavage and stopped right above my knees. The problem was it was tight, showed all my curves, and with my a*s and t*ts as big as they were, some might say it was s*xy. My hair was straightened and down to my mid back.

“Looking mighty pretty, Nikki.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled. I quickly walked by him. He turned his body, so I had to turn mine and my br*asts brushed his stomach.

He let out a small groan. Where the f*ck was my mother?

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Nicole ages 18-25

I was finally f*cking leaving this Godforsaken city. Visiting Vegas, and growing up in Vegas, were two different things. Those who visit always exclaim how great it is, those of us that live here hate the heat, the traffic, the crime, the tourists. It’s a sh*t place to grow up too. Especially, when the most popular boy that you went on one date with, two years ago, told everyone that he had gone all the way with you, and that you gave great head. I became instantly popular, for all the wrong reasons. All the boys wanted a piece of me and all the girls hated me. Those girls that used to be my friends were now enemies number 1, 2, and 3. I became a recluse after three months of trying to defend myself.

The first two times I was asked out on a date, the boys thought I was going to give it up to them. When I told them George had lied, that I never even let him get past first base, that got them more worked up. The first guy got pissed at me like George did, and he also spread the rumor that I gave it up to him. The second guy played nice. He convinced me that he didn’t believe any of the rumors. I believed him. I shouldn’t have. He told people that I didn’t give it up to him, but that I did give him a blow job, and I was fantastic. At least they weren’t telling people I was horrible. But I became the girl that other guys compare their girlfriends to. Numerous times I was confronted. Girls thought I was giving their guys blow jobs, and that their boyfriends would rub it in their faces that I was better. I tried to assure them it wasn’t the truth, but they didn’t believe me.

So, by the third month of my sophomore year, I became a recluse. I went to school, ate my lunch in the library and then went home. I worked an after-school job at a local diner as a waitress, and then went home. I never went to any parties, no school dances, and no dates. Because of all this, I became the Valedictorian and I got a full ride to the University of Nebraska Kearney. I majored in English and Journalism.

My first year in college was amazing. I met this awesome girl, Savanna. We became soul sisters instantly. Her parents were amazing. I had a small crush on her dad and her Uncle Hal. I loved her mother. I wish her mother was mine. My mother never visited, which I was fine with. Savvy never met her, not once. I spent the holidays with Savvy and her family. I partied a lot more than Savvy did. I was making up for my high school years. I also lost my v*rginity to a frat brother and I never regretted it. My first year of college, I experimented. I had a threesome. I had a girlfriend for a month that would have lasted longer if I didn’t walk in on her giving some random dude a blow job, when I visited her dorm room one night. I even had public s*x in the college library. After my first year, though, I buckled down and concentrated on school and my friendship with Savvy.

Before we graduated, I had put out fillers for a freelance writing job all over the United States, except Vegas. Savvy had done the same with her physical fitness degree. We had visited many states on summer vacations and we both loved Montana. So when we both found jobs there, we jumped on them. We roomed together for a year, and then she met her a*shat of a husband. I didn’t really like him. He was full of himself, and he looked down on me because I didn’t dedicate my life to my health.

Over the years, I dated off and on, but nothing serious. I was concentrating on my career, and I was sleeping with my boss occasionally. We were both single and we both had no problem keeping it on the down low. I traveled a lot for my job, and it worked out well.

Life was great, until my best friend caught her jerk of a husband cheating on her. Then she left Montana and went to Florida. I supported her wholeheartedly but it broke my heart. We talked on the phone a couple of times, but not enough for my liking. She’s been living it up a little, and I am so happy for her. I was low-key jealous.

One day, I got an SOS text from her. When my boss refused to let me go but let some other bimbo go on vacation, I straight up quit. My friend needed me and nothing was going to stop me from seeing her. So, now here I am, on a plane to Florida. I can’t wait to see her and see how Florida will treat me.