Free Big Girls Drama by Tresser Henderson Page A

he wasn’t interested in having sex with me as much anymore. In my eyes, we were still newlyweds. Just having celebrated our first-year anniversary, I thought we should still be at the stage of not being able to keep our hands off each other. But, boy, how times had changed.
    â€œYou okay?” he asked tenderly.
    â€œI’m good. Why do you ask?”
    â€œBecause you are not saying anything.”
    â€œWhat am I supposed to say, babe?”
    â€œI don’t know. I just wanted to make sure you were good. You seemed troubled about something.”
    I was, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him how I felt. In the darkness, he couldn’t see my grim expression. As much as I would like to think things were okay with us, I honestly didn’t feel good about us at all. We were living an amazing life in a new city and a fantastic home, but for me, I felt like if the sex wasn’t present, then things were critical.
    I still couldn’t get over the fact I couldn’t reach over and touch him in the middle of the night without him jumping up and acting like he wanted to attack me. The first time he reacted like that, it scared me. I didn’t think wanting to hold my husband was a bad thing, but from his reaction, evidently it was. He explained that I frightened him, but he always had this same reaction when I tried to touch him. A few of those times he got mad at me for waking him. What man didn’t want to be awakened by his wife holding his dick in her hand, ready to please him?
    I asked him about his reaction to me touching him in the middle of the night, and he basically brushed it off like it was no big deal. But I could clearly see it was a big deal. The one thing about being his friend first and now his wife was that I could see when something was up with him. Why he wasn’t telling me bothered me. Maybe I was overreacting. I tended to read too much into things sometimes. Besides those incidents and the decrease in our sexual activities, Sheldon wasn’t acting any different. He was working more but seemed to love his job. At home we talked and laughed like we always did, but I knew there was something he was not telling me, and the fact he felt like he couldn’t tell me bothered me.
    I wondered if us getting married was a mistake. I loved him, but I loved the friendship more. It was so effortless. Marriage made things more complicated. The excitement of us being together was no longer present. I felt like somehow, it was my fault, and maybe he came to the conclusion I wasn’t the woman for him after all.
    This was what I hoped would never happen with us. Sheldon was my best friend for years before that one night that changed everything. It was after a nightmarish dinner I had with my sisters. Sheldon ended up coming over, explaining how he had the same type of awful night himself with some blind date he went on. We sat up laughing, eating, and watching television until we both drifted off to sleep. The next thing I knew, he was nestled up behind me with his arm draped around my waist. I could feel his erection poking into my backside, and it felt good. I knew this was a line I shouldn’t have crossed, but that night, we stepped over the line. We damn near erased it, in fact, and it ended up being one of the best nights of my life because Sheldon rocked my world.
    That sexual encounter ruined our friendship for a while, which was the main reason why I never wanted to go there with him. I didn’t realize I was pushing him away because I wasn’t happy with myself, especially my body image. I was a plus-size sister weighing 225 pounds at five foot five. I felt like Sheldon was the type of man that should be with someone half my size and as gorgeous as he was. I wondered why he would want me when there were so many other women that would look better on his arm.
    â€œViv, you know I love you, right?” Sheldon asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.
    â€œI