My Chubby Lover novel Chapter 5

Blowing out a breath, Elsa decided to stare out of the window rather than talk to the insufferable guy beside her.

Just because the whole school thought he was a god, didn't mean that she had to think it.

He put on the radio and started nodding his head to some kind of heavy metal music, which only made her head hurt.

Thirty minutes later they were pulling up into his driveway, which was a large one, similar to hers. They lived three streets from each other, not far to walk.

She could have dropped her car off at home, and then walked.

Oh well, they were here now.

"Come on."

She followed him into his home, hiking her bag onto her shoulder.

"Both of your parents work?" she queried

"Yep. My dad is a plastic surgeon, and my mother is a model."

"You're playing ball?" she looked confused

"My dad is cool. He wants me to pursue my own dreams, and no, he's not the kind of guy that grabs a pen, and starts marking where he wants to cut."

"I'll keep that in mind." she nodded

"Let's go on up."

Elsa didn't exactly have a choice. She followed him up to his room, and even his space had equipment inside to work out. Didn't this guy know how to do anything else?

"You want me to do what?" Elsa asked.

Noah placed her bag in the corner and turned toward her.

"I want you take your shirt off so I can get some proper measurements."

He grabbed the scales, his notebook, and his tape measure designed for the body, and waited.

"You're crazy. I'm not doing that." she fired, feeling uncomfortable

"We need to start a record, or a diary," he said. This was the usual process for anyone about to lose weight.

"How about we go by just looks, or dress size? I tell you when something is loose?"

He shook his head. "That's not how this works."

"I don't care. I'm not getting on them, and I'm not letting you use some tape on me either."

She folded her arms, and Noah saw the vulnerability in her eyes.

"Look, this is going to be between us. I won't tell anyone at school. It'll be personal to us, to keep track."

Elsa nibbled her lip. "I'm not sure about this."

"You've got to start somewhere, and I'm not going to be able to use this as an example for college if I don't show the proper procedures."

"Writing it down?"

"Writing it down, keeping a record, and making sure it's all done properly."

She sighed. "You promise this won't go anywhere else?"

"It won't go anywhere."

"Do you promise?"

"Yes, I promise. Now, are you going to allow me to do this?"

She nodded. "Close your eyes."

"I've got to be able to see. Are you wearing a sports bra?"

"Yes."

"Then we're fine. Sports bras are as unflattering as they come."

"I hate this. I hate this. I hate this." She kept on repeating those words as she lifted up her shirt.

Her stomach was rounded, and her tits were squashed into a dark black sports bra.

Noah had seen a lot of action in his life, even though he was only eighteen.

There were a lot of girls who liked to fool around with him, not to mention women he'd picked up at random places.

He was a guy. He liked to have sex, and not one of those women had ever gotten him this interested.

His cock started to swell, and he gritted his teeth, getting focused on the now.

Thinking of his grandma, he stepped toward Elsa.

"Lift your arms out."

She did as he asked, and her cheeks were the color of a real ripe strawberry.

"Everything is okay," he said.

"Speak for yourself. You're not half naked."

He tutted. "Will this make you feel better?"

He tugged his own shirt off so that he was as naked as she was.

"Not really."

Noah chuckled. "I'm doing my best to make you feel comfortable."

"How can that happen when you've got that wicked thing in your hand? Also, I don't want to know what it says. Don't read it out, okay?"

"Fine. May I do this now, or do you have another list of instructions for me?"

She pursed her lips, tilting her head to the side. "Nope, we're good."

"Come on, stop being a big baby."

"I don't have to remove my pants, do I?"

"No." He wouldn't mind if she wanted to, and for most fitness instructors they might ask her to.

"Cool. I can handle that I guess."

Reaching around her, he pressed the tape against her skin, and she jumped. The backs of his fingers touched her as well. He noted how soft her skin was.

"What are you doing? You're touching me."

"Not intentional, baby. I've got to take your measurements."

"Don't call me baby."

"Why not?"

"I don't like it."

"No wonder you don't have a boyfriend. You don't like being touched, or being called baby. What exactly do you like?"

"Being left alone and not called baby."

"It's my nickname for you. You're being a big baby, and so that's what I'll call you ... baby."

She sighed, and he waited. "May I finish now that I've started?"