A new series and another change of tone for me this week - this one's much softer than my last couple of pieces, though there's some spice to come, I assure you! It's a slow build but that's so you can really get to know this character and what she longs for...

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There really is nothing like leftover cheesecake… April thought as she scooped another mouthful from the plate, sighing as she chewed and felt the crunchy base dissolve into a gooey cloud of creamy sweetness filling her mouth.

She eyed up the rest of the dessert, dainty little food wrap skirt lifted to expose its sticky delights in front of her hungry gaze.

Probably best to leave it for later, she thought – after all, she had the whole evening to herself before Caitlyn got home from her shift.

A whole evening to herself!

The thrill she felt was part sugar rush, part fizzing excitement. But matched the nagging need that had bothered her all day. April was a good student - well, these days at least - certainly much more attentive than her first attempt at her senior year. But today… Jeez. Time had dragged horribly, early summer sun beating through the window making her sweat as she watched the clock - all the while desperate to get out of class and race home.

April was ridiculously excited about tonight; her first time alone with privacy for months… She couldn’t believe it!

Ever since Caitlyn had moved back in it felt like April had been pushed into the confines of her room if she wanted any time to herself, and even then, had to put up with all Caitlyn’s noise through the thin wall between their rooms. Mom and dad had been so kind to let her sister and boyfriend Andy come back to live at home when the recession hit and they got laid off. But that had been nearly a year ago now… And they were still here after all that time…

She shuffled Caitlyn’s vegan stuff to one side in the fridge, hunting for other tasty morsels. April knew she really should try and cook for herself tonight, but it would be so much easier to order pizza. Standing, she ran her hands over her hips, tight denim snug on her curves. She’d never been skinny, unlike her sister, but this last year had added a few more pounds than she would have liked…

She unzipped the baggy hoodie she wore to school to hide her figure, vest top damp underneath where she’d sweated through final period. April wished she could be like her friends, wearing whatever they liked… But where her thighs and hips and filled out a little over the last year, her boobs had ballooned, no doubt helped by her questionable diet.

She was so embarrassed by her new curves… April had found it so much easier to just cover everything up, especially with Caitlyn’s little backhanded comments to Andy about her sister’s ‘come-fuck-me’ tits. Skinny bitch…

God, she hated those two always being around! Life would be so much easier if they would just fuck off!

April shut the fridge door and looked out at their empty front yard through the window, heat haze shimmering on the dark tarmac drive, baking dry the dusty piles of dirt that had accumulated where dad’s big RV had sat for the last year. Her father giving up his sanctuary and mobile man cave to house Andy during his time with them, preserving his ‘house rules’ about no boys sleeping over – even though Caitlyn was twenty-three now!

With mom’s cancer treatment limiting their travel plans, it had made a lot of sense at the start to let Andy live in the ‘bago. But Dad had probably thought everything would go back to normal before the summer…

But after months of striking out, Andy had finally picked up a job working construction in the next state over. Living onsite, so finally out of the house! April smiled as she remembered the poker face dad had struggled to maintain when Caitlyn had told them at dinner, tears in her eyes, clearly distressed at facing a month apart from her man… Dad had been over the fucking moon though – almost as happy as when mom got the all-clear from the hospital the month before.

No more than a couple of hours after Andy had kissed a tearful Caitlyn goodbye and driven away in his truck, dad had been checking tires, oil and transmission fluid on the ‘bago and packing mom’s bag for her. It made April a bit jealous, thinking of the three weeks they’d spend driving to the Canadian border and back, stopping off along the way. But… It left the house delightfully empty, at least while Caitlyn was out at work - leaving April free to do whatever she wanted.

Walking from the kitchen to her room, April caught sight of herself in the hallway mirror. She made a face at the gross, damp vest - two dark crescents visible under her boobs. She hated the sight of the wide straps on the frumpy bra her mother had made her get from the Goodwill, the only one they’d had in her size.

Mom refused to agree that April needed new bras, whining on about it just being some puppy fat she’d lose soon and how she ‘shouldn’t throw money down the drain’ on something that would only get a few months of use. Today's underwear was one of two non-sports bras she owned, this frumpy, maternity one embarrassing, but she’d needed the ‘good’ bra to change into after gym class yesterday – less shameful by far even with a hole in the left cup and a bit of wire poking out…

April turned side-on, running a hand over her belly. Tight and flat, she didn’t know why the rest of her couldn’t be the same. I mean, she worked out at least three times a week, with basketball on top of that – why did she have all these curves when mom and Caitlyn looked so… normal?

She humphed her way back to her little room, tugging off clothes in the humid afternoon heat, thankful to feel some breeze on her skin. She threw the hated bra into the corner, hoping it would magically become lost and require replacement… Idly, she wondered if she could use some of the grocery money mom had left to get some underwear that actually fit.

Pulling open a drawer to reach for a clean shirt, she noticed her pretty blue bikini top balled up to one side. Pulling it out and holding it against herself, she was sickened at how small it looked now. Had it only been last summer when she could fit in this? April pouted – she just wanted to feel sexy once in a while – was that too much to ask!

Genuinely, the last time she had felt good about her body was on vacation after her failed senior year, down in Florida. Knowing she’d be held back a year after mom’s diagnoses had fucked with her head, she’d finally felt she could relax with that certainty – hoping beyond hope that this family trip would be good for mom’s treatment.

In her little blue bikini, she’d laid on the beach and read from her Kindle; telling mom she was reading Sylvia Plath, but actually devouring romance smut.

Playing reggaetón from their phones, the local boys would show off on their bikes – popping wheelies along the boardwalk, trying to catch her attention. For the most part, she’d ignore them… But then she’d spotted José.

She’d noticed him starting his shift in his parents’ food truck, immediately taken by his dark hair and intense brown eyes. Looking back, José might have been a contributing factor to her weight gain… the Cubanos he’d made were delicious, just like the sultry gaze from under his jet black brows… She’d been first in line every evening as the Miami sun started to set, chatting with him between customer orders, watching the muscles of his forearms work under honey-brown skin as he sliced up seasoned meats and spooned filling.

The night before she had to travel home, José had asked if she’d meet him once he’d closed the truck. They’d walked the beach in the hot dark of a Miami summer’s night, April’s pulse racing every time he’d glanced at her.

When he’d laid her down on the cool sand and kissed her, she thought she’d melt right through – his touch on her body awakening something that no amount of awkward fumbling from the boys back home had ever managed to.

He’d been so gentle… Whispering soft Spanish against her ear while he’d caressed the smooth material covering her intimate places. Every second she’d been wishing, praying, he’d just peel it away and bring his lips to kiss what was hidden beneath… Being the focus of such intense desire was breath-taking. Alone in her hotel room that night, she hadn’t slept a wink, panting with lust, feverishly touching herself in the hot dark. She wanted so badly to feel like that again, sexy and desirable…

Maybe she could.

Stood in her room, a wicked thought came into her head, April crossing her arms to cover her boobs before crouching and scurrying down the hall into Caitlyn’s bedroom. The strong June sunshine baked her sister’s west facing room; even with the blinds pulled. Golden light bouncing off the walls, April felt a fresh sheen of perspiration prickle her scalp when she stepped into the heat, glad she was just in her panties right now.

She went in Caitlyn’s room all the time, but coming in here with her sister at work and no one else in the house felt really naughty.

A little thrill fizzed in her stomach as she pulled open the drawer where she knew her sister kept her lingerie. She felt her pulse rise when she pulled out the beautiful matching sets of underwear, a bit shocked at just how much Caitlyn must have spent on all this… Maybe this was why she’d had no savings when the recession put her out of a job…

April knew these pieces would be too small but yearned for the feel of something against her body that would let her feel sexy again. To feel like her body was worthy of desire, not that of a nineteen year-old wearing hand me downs.

She slid her panties down her legs and stepped into a gossamer-thin, black silk g-string, being super careful as she wriggled it up over wide hips only to find it actually fit pretty well around her waist. The matching lace-trimmed bra was another matter though – even adjusting the straps to give as much slack as possible, it was very tight, pretty cups squeezing the soft swell above her nipples.

That said, as long she didn’t move too quickly, or breathe too much, the overall affect was… pretty successful. April walked around the bed, feeling the fabric move against her skin, bracing herself for disappointment when she turned to look at the full length mirror over by the door.

April gasped in surprise. She looked…hot, like, seriously hot. Her boobs looked enormous, sure, but sexy too, a long way from the bloated perception she thought people must have of her body. She trailed fingers over her chest, letting nails brush the soft skin – nipples hardening as her tender caress moved lower…

April closed her eyes and let her hand carry on exploring, biting her lip while she imagined how José might react if he was here now. A dark heat between her legs made the silk thong feel even smoother while she swayed in front of the mirror and ran a finger along the silky scrap of fabric barely covering her pussy.

José’s touch… his lips… April thought about how he might nuzzle her thighs before planting gentle, hot kisses over this tiny little g-string, getting her wetter and wetter until teasing it away with his teeth…

She slid her finger under the material, gasping at how firm and fat her clit felt as she circled it slowly before exploring the wet heat below.

At last…

At last she was going to have what she’d been aching for – what had escaped her for weeks…

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Hope you enjoyed the opening to this one - things get much more spicy from here (with some twists and turns too!), but the tone remains quite soft throughout. Looking like there will be six parts overall, with parts two and three coming before the weekend. Feedback is always welcome, so do let me know what you think of this one! Love to hear from you all. :)