A Place to Belong Ch. 03

Marti watched him go, always enjoying seeing his body, no matter what activity it was engaged in. A blush rose on her cheeks when she heard Janice chuckle again, knowing that she had been caught admiring Ty's backside. Looking over at Janice, she smiled sheepishly. "He is awful cute," Marti said, in her defense.

Taking hold of Marti's arm, Janice walked back over to the front desk. After making the final arrangements with her staff, she picked up her coat and nodded toward the door. She and Marti walked down the block to a small cafe on the corner. Once inside the door, the hostess immediately recognized Janice and led them off to a corner table. There was another woman there, waiting for them.

When the woman stood up, Marti felt a vague sense of familiarity. Looking carefully at her though, Marti realized that she didn't know her. Shrugging off the feeling, she stuck out her hand in greeting as Janice introduced the two of them.

"Marti, this is my college roommate, Micki -- but most of the world calls her Mikasa," Janice said.

Marti's mouth fell open, "Mikasa? Oh, my God -- you're Mikasa?" Marti stared in disbelief. Mikasa was one of the most famous models in the world. And she was Janice's friend?

Janice laughed, Mikasa rolled her eyes and smiled. Rather unceremoniously, Janice pushed Marti toward her chair. "Micki is used to that, but let's sit down before everyone starts staring," Janice said.

Not sure what exactly to do, Marti sat down and tried to think of how in the world she was going to pull off this meal. Not only was she way out of her league here, being with two beautiful women, but she obviously had nothing in common with either one. A feeling of self consciousness surged through her body -- Lord, how she longed to be more like these two women.

Mikasa, or Micki as Janice called her, was absolutely stunning. She had graced the covers of so many national magazines. She was what the industry called a "plus sized" model. Marti had read somewhere that Micki was a size 16 or 18. But she was built like an Amazon goddess. And she was no less impressive in person.

Janice broke into Marti's train of thought, "Marti, Micki and I have been friends for years. When I first met you, I wanted you to meet Micki. I'm just really glad things have worked out with you and Ty so I could finally get the chance to make it happen."

Realizing that Janice and Micki were both waiting for her to say something, Marti fumbled for words. Finally, she managed to say, "I'm so glad to get the chance to as well..."

Right at that moment, Janice's cellphone rang. Looking at the number displayed on the front, she sighed and answered the call. After only a moment, she made an annoyed face. Hanging up the phone, she looked apologetically at Marti. "I hate to do this," she said, "but I have to run back over to the motel. Will you stay and keep Micki company?"

Marti's eyes grew wide. Stay and keep a super model company? Sure, that would be a breeze...

Before Marti could protest though, Janice was gone.

Turning toward Micki, Marti meant to assure her that she didn't have to stay -- that she would certainly understand if Micki wanted to cancel the lunch. But she was surprised to see Micki smiling broadly. "I wonder if she planned that?" Micki asked.

Confused, Marti mumbled, "Huh?"

Micki's smile sparkled, "I mean that Janice is very good at bringing people together -- I understand she had a part in you and Ty getting together. I'm glad to hear you two are working out. I actually went out a few times with him, but he didn't get too excited by me."

Marti's mind reeled with that bit of information. Ty had dated Micki? And he had turned her down? And yet he found Marti attractive? Marti's mind couldn't quite grasp that.

Watching Marti's face, Micki smiled. "Janice says it's pretty obvious that you two belong together though. Tell me a little about yourself, Marti."

Marti was having enough trouble digesting that Janice thought she and Ty belonged together. But she certainly couldn't think of anything about herself that might interest someone like the worldly Mikasa. Stumbling over her words, Marti said, "There's not much to tell. This is the first day of my retirement from the hosiery industry after spending my whole life wrapped up in textiles."

Wishing she could kick herself, Marti wondered what Micki must think of such a boring, uninteresting synopsis of her boring, uninteresting life.

But to Marti's shock, Micki laughed warmly. "Janice said that we might have a lot in common. I grew up in a sock mill in the mountains of North Carolina."

Marti's eyes couldn't have gotten any bigger. Incredulously, she said, "What? You grew up making socks?"

Nodding, Micki said, "Yep. I used to have to amuse myself by making "looper" clip potholders and sock dolls while my parents worked out a living from knitting machines."

Shaking her head in amazement, Marti said, "I can't believe you lived in my world -- you are so famous and ... well... beautiful...."

Pursing her lips, Micki said, "The hosiery mill isn't the only thing we have in common. I haven't always been a self confident model either, Marti."

Tilting her head to one side, Marti considered Micki's words. Before she could formulate any questions though, Micki continued, "When I was a teen-ager, I was always the last one picked, the one not asked to the dances, the one left out of the fun activities. But when I went to college, I decided that I had an opportunity to decide who I was going to be. I didn't know where to start, but Janice and I had a wonderful dorm adviser. She was a BBW -- and she exemplified the Big, Beautiful Woman. She took me under her wing. It was as much in her actions and attitude as in her words that I learned that just because I wasn't the size of some kids doll, didn't mean I couldn't be beautiful."

Looking across the table at Marti, Micki went on with her story, "She was the one who helped me put together my very first photo shoot. She took several girls from the dorm over to the photographer's studio -- each one of us had our own personal image issues. I can remember the fun we had with hair and make-up. None of us had ever done anything like that before. One girl had a scar on her face from an auto accident, one girl was tall, thin and painfully shy, one girl was a juvenile delinquent trying to turn over a new leaf -- and then there was me -- a fat little nobody."

"But the photographer and his make-up artist took all afternoon with us. They did our hair and draped us in beautiful material, making each one of us feel special. Then the photographer worked his magic. He snapped shots from every angle, he made us laugh and showed us how to look sultry. It was one of the best days of my life."

"Then the pictures came back. I remember sorting through them, trying to find the ones of myself. But I couldn't find me. Just then, Janice came by the table where they were all spread out and stopped cold. She picked up one particular picture, of a beautiful woman, looked over at me and said, "Wow! I didn't know you could look like THAT!" I didn't know what she was talking about -- that wasn't me in the picture. When I realized it really was me, I was floored. I hadn't even recognized myself. It was a life changing moment for me."

"Janice wanted me to meet you today because today is the first day of your new life -- it is a life changing time for you -- she wanted me to help you see if you can find a new part of yourself. Maybe one you don't even realize is there -- maybe one you wouldn't even recognize yet."

Marti had been quiet during Micki's story. She didn't want to hurt Micki's feelings, but she was fairly sure that there would be no similar ending to her own story. After all, Micki was a truly beautiful woman. But she didn't want to hurt Micki's feelings. Maybe she could just go along with Micki until the meal was over and then make sure that she never got into this sort of situation again.

But Micki had other ideas. After they finished their plates of pasta, Micki asked Marti if she would go across the street with her to a local store. Marti wanted to escape. She didn't want to be seen out in public with this beautiful woman. However, she also didn't want to insult Micki -- after all, most people would give their right arm to spend the afternoon with a supermodel. Sighing in resignation, Marti agreed.

Marti had never noticed the store that Micki led her into, but even if she had, she doubted that she would ever have gone into it. It was a small, upscale clothier, complete with make-up counters and hair studio. Frowning, Marti looked around like she was on an alien planet.

Seeing her reaction, Micki said, "Marti, I know you aren't sure about all this, but would you let me do a little make-over magic on you? This is my store and I would love to show you some possibilities."

Realizing that she wasn't going to get out of this, Marti shrugged her shoulders, "Sure, you can give it your best shot."

Had Marti known what she was agreeing to, she might never have made that offhand comment! For the next two hours, Micki and her staff flitted all around Marti. In the hair salon, her rather plain hair got a stylish cut and a few streaks of color, bringing it to life. Her eyebrows got plucked and her skin tone got evened out, causing the brightness of her eyes to practically burst forth. Even Marti had to admit that she was definitely noticeable afterwards.

However, it was when Micki started bringing out clothes for Marti to try on that the real issues began to surface for Marti. She hated trying on clothes. It always reminded her how defective her body seemed to her. As Micki handed her the first armful of clothes to try on, Marti cringed. She wanted to explain to Micki that clothes didn't fit her right, but Micki didn't wait for her to get the words out -- she just pushed Marti into a nearby fitting room.

Rolling her eyes, Marti shook her head. Micki hadn't even asked her what size she was. There was no way that normal clothes off the rack were going to fit.

When the first dress flowed over Marti's shoulders and settled around her ample waist, Marti was shocked at the image staring back at her in the mirror. Not only did the make-up and new hairdo compliment her, but the dress fit her like a glove -- and a very flattering glove at that! The hem of the dress only reached about mid thigh, so there was plenty of leg showing, along with a scooped neck that showed off the cleavage she had always kept hidden.

Marti quickly pulled the dress off and picked up the next article of clothing. In rapid succession, Marti tried on shirts, skirts, capris, jackets and jeans. Although not all fit her as well as the dress, most of them did -- and Marti was completely shocked. She had never been in a store that had fashionable clothes in her size. But even she had to admit that some of the outfits made her look really .... well... good.

Micki and her staff watched, made some suggestions and some substitutions, as well as providing shoes and other accessories to finish the outfits. Marti felt like a princess.

When Marti finished trying on the clothes, Micki personally bagged up the outfits that had flattered Marti the most and handed them to her. "I hope you enjoy these, Marti. It is going to take some time for you to get used to your new life and figure out what you want to do with yourself. But in the meantime, I hope we can keep in touch. I am in town pretty often and Janice always knows where to find me."

Marti left Micki's shop pondering over the past few hours of her life. Although there had been a few moments of insecurity, for the most part, she had felt comfortable and happy. That wasn't a feeling she had a lot of experience feeling around strangers.

Micki had insisted that Marti wear the dress that she had tried on first. "Just remember to tell everyone where you got it!" Micki had teased. As Marti walked down the street, sporting her new dress, new hair style and new make-up, she noticed that several people smiled and nodded to her. Marti honestly couldn't remember that ever happening before. The first few times, she had looked around her to see who the people were nodding to -- but she was the only one there. After about the fourth person, Marti began smiling back, looking people in the eyes and holding her head a little higher.

It was only about two blocks back to the hotel, but it was two very important blocks for Marti. Not a single person on that street knew that she was Marti Hampton -- not a single one smiled at her because she was their boss. None of them had sneered at her weight. Every person who had acknowledged her did so because they had seen something in her that had made them take notice. It was a revelation to Marti. And one she had desperately needed.

Entering into the lobby, Marti made her way across to the bar. Janice was busy with customers and didn't see Marti. Deciding not to wait, Marti went on into the bar to find Ty. Walking up to the bar, she sat down on one of the barstools. Ty had his back to her, offering her one of her favorite views. She sighed in contentment.

Obviously having heard her, Ty turned around with a smile of familiarity on his face. But when he saw her, his face froze. As his eyes widened, Marti got a sick feeling in her stomach. "What's wrong, Ty?" she asked.

Shaking his head as if to clear it, Ty said, "Nothing... nothing is wrong."

But Marti could tell by his face that he wasn't telling the complete truth. She wasn't sure what was wrong. Ty didn't give her a lot of time to figure it out though. Throwing the towel he was holding into a hamper behind the cash register, he said, "Ready to go?"

Nodding in agreement, Marti got to her feet and took the hand Ty offered her. Ty was acting strangely - rather distant and confusing.

When they crossed the lobby, Marti noticed that the look Janice shot them was just as confusing. There was a brief flicker of what looked like anger in Janice's eyes before she smiled a huge smile and waved at them. Only later would Marti find out that Janice had actually not recognized her -- the flicker of anger had been because she though Ty was with another woman!

But Marti didn't know that yet. And she still was not sure what was going on. Marti tried to ask Ty, but the pace of his stride had increased to the point where she was having difficulty just managing to keep up with him. He waved casually at his sister, but made no indication that he meant to stop and wait to speak to her. Instead, he was practically pulling Marti out the door.

Ty didn't slow down all the way to Marti's car. He said, "Do you have the keys?" Marti held them up and he said, "Mind if I drive?" Then took the keys from her hand.

Marti finally gave up trying to figure out what was going on. She settled into the passenger's seat and watched as Ty maneuvered her car through the city streets. As they came to the edge of town, Ty turned the car toward his own home.

Marti hadn't been to Ty's house too many times. The truth was that she had been so busy since she had met him that there hadn't been many opportunities. But she loved Ty's house almost as much as she loved Ty!

Ty's home was heaven to Marti. Spread out on well over 25 acres, his house completely reflected his personality. It was sparsely decorated with various items that he had collected over the years -- things such as an eagle carved out of ironwood, a native American bust carved out of limestone, a beautiful hand blown lamp, and various other bits and pieces that reflected who Ty was. It was a place where Marti felt completely at home.

After pulling into the drive, Ty got out of the car without even a word. Wondering just what was going on, Marti followed him through the front door.

Before the door had even closed behind them, Ty jerked Marti into his arms and began kissing her passionately. Stunned, it took Marti a moment to respond. By then, Ty was kissing her all over her face, one hand stroking her breast through her new dress and the other groping her ass from behind.

Marti could feel Ty's erection through his jeans pressing into her stomach. But she was still a little confused. "Ty? What's... what's going on?" she asked, in between heavy kisses.

Ty pulled back and looked at her. The lust was clearly written on his face as he looked at her. "Damn woman. What were you trying to do back there in the bar -- kill me? I sent you off to have lunch and you come back looking like some damn sex goddess. I thought I was going to bust a nut right there in front of everyone. God, I thought I wouldn't be able to make it back here before I had to have you. You look delicious...."

As Ty's words sunk into Marti's brain, she realized that Ty was not upset at her, he was turned on by her. And he was definitely turned on! Laughing in relief, Marti relaxed into Ty's arms and let him continue his full body attack. It felt really good to know that she was the one causing him to react like this and that he liked what he saw in her so much that he was letting his emotions run wild with her.

Leading her to his bed, Ty pulled the new dress over Marti's head. Marti had forgotten that Micki had insisted that she have new underwear as well. But Ty obviously approved of Micki's idea! The matching lace bra and panties caused him to pause in mid action, staring with his mouth slightly open.

"Good Lord woman..." he muttered and he wiggled out of his boots and jeans. Then he grabbed Marti and pulled her tightly against him. It felt like his hands were everywhere at once. Marti realized that she felt really sexy -- not a feeling she had often felt. But between the new clothes and Ty's reaction, she felt her self confidence growing. It was going to take some getting used to, but Marti decided that she liked this new feeling.

Ty's hands were on the move though and Marti didn't have long to ponder her new found confidence. Ty toppled Marti back onto the bed before spreading her legs and diving his head in between her legs. Gasping in surprise, it was difficult for Marti to catch her breath as Ty's tongue traced the lips of her pussy through the silky material of her panties. As his hands worked the panties down over her hips and legs, Ty slipped his tongue into the depths of her wet lips. The sensation caused a small orgasm to rip through Marti's body. The sex with Ty was always hot, but this was really sizzling!

Seeing Ty pull up, Marti caught sight of his throbbing erection. Guiding him inside of her, her breath caught in her throat as he plunged his hard cock deep within. Even after three months, she still never got used to that first moment of entry, when he drove the entire length of his cock as far into her pussy as he could. It was truly one of the most intense feelings she had ever experienced.

Marti often found herself mesmerized by Ty's face as he thrust into her. She had discovered that while she adored having Ty fuck her from behind, when she was laying on her back and he was mounting her from above, she loved watching his face. He was so beautiful to her and she never tired of seeing the emotions cross his face as the feelings grew more and more intense as the moments passed.

Ty smiled down at her and gave her a few hard thrusts, so she could feel firsthand just how excited she was making him. Teasing him with her tongue, Marti gave him a lusty upward thrust of her own. Ty didn't let the challenge pass unanswered. His hips went into overdrive, pounding her into the mattress.

It didn't take long though before Marti could feel Ty's balls tightening up. The look on his face told her that he was nearing the edge. Marti threw her own head back, bit her bottom lip and let her own orgasm take over. As her muscles contracted around Ty's cock, she heard him yell out as he poured his hot cum deep into her. Shot after shot pulsed down his cock, filling her.