Chapter 3 Allison

- Allison's POV I went with him to the backyard and when we got there I kept looking around for my dad, but I didn't see him anywhere, Ethan grabbed my hand and said he wanted to talk to me, he declared himself in love with me and I freaked out, I didn't even have time to say anything because the son of a bitch took my mouth in a kiss, and yes, I returned the kiss, but when we walked away I heard some screams and when I looked to the side I saw his group of friends, they were all laughing and shouting until I paid attention to what one of them was saying. "I can't believe I lost a thousand dollars on that shit, I thought he wouldn't have the guts to kiss the fat girl." Yes, it was a fucking bet, that wretch Ethan only kissed me because he had a bet with his friends and while they laughed and Ethan celebrated, I walked home. I walked for more than 40 minutes and I didn't cry, but I felt very bad. If people knew how they could hurt others with simple words and stupid jokes like that, I know they wouldn't do it, but unfortunately, the world is full of idiots who don't care about other people's feelings. That night I came home and pretended that nothing had happened, I smiled and said that the party had been great and that I'd come back early because I was tired. What nobody knows is that that night I went to the fridge and couldn't eat anything, I just looked at the food I liked so much and all I could think was "I didn't think he'd have the courage to kiss the fat girl." That night I cried in hiding almost all night and decided to go on a diet. With a lot of difficulties I managed to lose 25 kilos in a year, God knows how hard it was to change my eating habits, I starved myself a lot, and after I lost weight some things changed in my life, I started buying clothes more easily and men started looking at me with desire, the idiots from college who had belittled me so much wanted to be with me, and even that asshole Ethan was after me, I was the same person, with the same values and the same thoughts, but just because I had a different body I was seen as someone else, and that never pleased me, if the feeling had been true they would have accepted me as I was, the body doesn't define character, sex life, or shame in the face and it's disgusting to realize that most men are idiots and dumb enough not to understand that. During my last year at university, I had just turned 21 when Stephan came into my life. My father, being the prestigious businessman that he is, has many friends. At a business dinner, a good friend of his said that his son had just graduated in Marketing and was in New Jersey looking for a company to work for. When I saw Stephan, I confess that I thought he was beautiful, and I fell in love, we hit it off right away, he was sweet, funny and we liked the same things, what are the chances of finding someone who loves the same series, movies and even soap operas that you like? At the time I still wanted to lose 5 kilos to get the body I wanted and I started going to the gym that Stephan went to, we started having lunch together and going out together, until the day he kissed me, yes, he took the initiative and the next day he went home and talked to my father, said he wanted to date me and out of respect he thought it would be better to ask permission. I was a fool, a sucker, deluded, stupid, I thought it was all beautiful, after all, what man nowadays goes to a girl's family home to ask her father for permission to date her? I bet none of them do, do they? Right! Of course, my father allowed it and he was very happy to do so. We even had a dinner party to celebrate the date, Stephan's family, who were his father and mother, came and that's how our relationship began, Stephan was always very restrained, and when I say always, I mean always, we barely kissed properly and he never gave me a blowjob, and yes, I was dying to do something naughty, but because I was shy and in love I let it go, I put it in my head that he was more restrained and I was so stupid and imbecilic that I accepted the crumbs that shit gave me. We'd always watch TV and go to the movies, the thing we did most was hold hands, of course, I wanted more, I thought it was strange, but I didn't dare to say it, and because he was my first boyfriend I settled for the situation, six months into our relationship he asked me to marry him and I simply said yes, everyone was happy and two months later I had a queen's wedding. I was always curious about sex and I just thought that Stephan, out of respect for my family, preferred to wait until we had sex, after all, he knew that my father was a bit conservative. After the wedding, there was a big party and we went to the airport in the evening where we took a flight to Italy. As the flight time was very long, we both slept on the plane and arrived in Italy as the day was brightening up, we went to the hotel and when we were finally alone, I thought it was going to happen, but Stephan said we should go for a walk to enjoy the day, which was sunny and beautiful. At night in the hotel, he was very nervous, I could tell just by looking at his face. I went into the bathroom and said I was going to take a shower, I hoped that he would burst into the bathroom and grab me right there, but to my misfortune, he didn't. I finished my shower and put it on. Furthermore, I finished my shower and put on a nightgown with no lingerie underneath, after all, he was already extremely nervous and I was anxious, so we didn't need anything else to get in the way... when I went into the bedroom, he had turned off all the lights leaving only one lamp on, I walked over to the bed and crawled under the covers, we started kissing and he slowly started running his hand over my body, I did the same and noticed that he was naked which made me very excited. Our kiss intensified and he slowly took off my nightgown and got on top of me, then he started kissing my neck and whispered in my ear, "If you feel pain or I'm hurting you, tell me and I'll stop." All I could say was, "Yes," and Stephan continued to run his hands over my body, I was at my limit, I needed more, and I was already feeling pricks in my soaked sex, so he stopped running his hands over my body, held his erection by putting a condom on it and spread my legs, slowly he entered my sex and I felt a pain right away, Stephan stood still, took his member out and put it in again and did it over and over again until he said, "Is everything okay? Can I continue?" I said "Yes" and so he began to thrust faster and harder, I could feel the desire growing in me, he didn't stop and it was getting better and better, he moaned louder and louder until he stopped and collapsed on my chest, he had come and I hadn't!