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    SLOW HAND CURVES
    Big Girls Next Door Erotica
    by Christa Wick
    SMASHWORDS EDITION
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    Copyright © 2012 by Christa Wick
     
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    EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT - ALL CHARACTERS 18 AND OVER
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    Plus-size virgin Amber Rice isn't looking for love, just an orgasm. She's never had one! So her sister-in-law sends her to the DFW Wellness Center for a massage by physical therapist Samuel "Slow Hand" Pepin.
    Slow Hand Sam is more than ready to deliver a bone shattering orgasm to the blue-eyed beauty. With Sam mesmerized by Amber’s porcelain skin, soft curves and complete innocence, will this Texas virgin get more than she was looking for?
     
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    SLOW HAND CURVES
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    “I was already climaxing again when he flipped me onto my stomach.” Briana Custer blew at her coal black bangs as if her re-telling of last night’s encounter with an old flame had her ready to pop for the sixth time in the last twenty-four hours.
    I squirmed in my seat, hoping Bree would run out of steam shortly or my sister-in-law Melinda would finally shut her up.
    “And…” Melinda sucked on her strawberry milkshake, her free hand gesturing for Bree to continue. Eight-and-a-half months pregnant and just off an extended bed rest, Melinda had to settle for having a sex life vicariously through Bree.
    Having already listened to thirty minutes of Bree recapping sex acts, some I’d never even heard of, I was down to my last nerve. Burying my face in my hands, I groaned.
    Bree rolled her eyes at me. “What’s got your granny panties in a knot?”
    Much to my horror, Melinda volunteered an answer. “Amber has never--”
    “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” She waved Melinda off. “I know that Rice Krispies here has only been snapped and crackled, but never popped. But her ears sure as hell aren’t virgin.”
    “No, I mean, she has never…” Melinda stopped and let an imaginary quiver roll through her body. “Not even on her own.”
    “Oh, Jesus!” I wrapped my hands around my head and shut my eyes. I would never again try to entertain a bedridden pregnant woman who had been house bound for a month with a discussion of lady problems.
    “C’mon, quit yanking my chain.” Bree made a little come hither motion with her middle finger. “Are you saying not even after a little rub or two?”
    I felt my cheeks go from pink to red. “Uhm…we’re in a public restaurant, ladies…please.”
    My voice had turned into an annoying little whisper that they