Free Craving For Curves #1 (BBW Erotic Romance) by Evelyn Rosado

Macaroni and cheese and juicy lips - two things that always are a recipe for me being naughty. And tonight was no different. That's how it began; first with a bowl of mac & cheese from Nipsey's, then with Braxton's lips. So goes the story of my life. I can’t control putting something hot and tasty in my mouth.
    I walked into Nipsey’s Keyboard Lounge on Friday night for a bite of their world famous macaroni and cheese. Okay, it's not exactly world famous - just in my mind. To me, it's that damn good. So good that I come here at least three times a week for a sizzling plate of cheesy goodness. Hey, I'm a glutton for good mac and cheese – sue me. It's had to have added a few waist sizes to my jeans over the last few months, but it's worth the sacrifice.
    I come here around a quarter to twelve; right after the band finishes their last set of the night. There aren’t many people in here around that time. I’m not much into jazz music, just food. Nipsey's is a place where dreams come to die and wedding bands are left behind on the rusty bathroom sink. No one I know comes here. Good. I can drown in a pool of velvety yellowness in peace and quiet.
    P atty, the best cook they have here, brings out my plate - cheese strings and breadcrumbs almost dripping off of it. She always says, it's piping hot, honey, be careful . Every time. She has never failed to say it.
    "We're doing a raffle at the end of next week. Be sure to put your name and phone number in the fishbowl to win okay?" she said. "Enjoy honey. It’s piping hot, honey, be careful."
    "Sure will. Thanks Patty." I grabbed a pen and wrote my name and phone number on a red wine stained napkin and tossed it in the bowl.
    The aroma of my dish swirled up to my nostrils and my mouth began to water from the anticipation. I unwrap my utensils and dig my fork in to pull out a hearty bite. Right before I place the cheesy delight on my tongue, out of the corner of my eye, I see the most attractive man I've ever seen sit down two stools to my right and order a German beer.  I lost all my train of thought at that moment and slid the bite into my mouth - forgetting how hot it was. I scorched every inch of skin on my tongue.
    "Oh shit," I loudly mumbled. I was bouncing the morsel on each side of my jaws trying not to scold my mouth even further. I should’ve listened to Patty. That was embarrassing.  What was worse was this handsome stranger to my right witnessed the entire thing.  So much for an introduction.
    "Are you okay?" the man said. Oh my god. He’s speaking to me? Fix your boobs! Swallow your food! Don’t worry about chewing! Swallow now!
    "Yes, I'm okay," I said trying to pretend my throat wasn’t seared after swallowing that bite. I burst of smoke ejected from my mouth like I had smoked a Cuban cigar. I was on the verge of a coughing fit, but I fought it off.
    "Are you sure? I can make a call to the fire department if you need it." His huge smile showed that he was really getting a kick out of my mishap. I could take the heat in my mouth, but with those big brown eyes of his gazing back at me, I don’t know if I could withstand the fire which was brewing between my legs.
    "Hardy har har. I'm a big girl, I'll be okay." Where did this confidence come from all of a sudden? Normally, a guy this hot sitting next to me would make me melt like the cheese all over my macaroni. His skin tone reminded me of caramel. Hmmm, Mr. Caramel. I like the sound of that.
    "I told you to be careful, honeypie," Patty yelped from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes in shame.
    "Hey, it's okay. You put a plate of spaghetti and meatballs in front of me and I'll make a mess like a two year old." I imagined him slowly slurping up a long noodle into his mouth and licking the sauce off his luscious lips.
    "What's your name, Miss Macaroni?" I couldn’t take my eyes off his lips. I would love to slurp his spaghetti and meatballs.
    "Helloooo?" he asked. Waiving his hand in front of my face to snap me back