My Black Roommate Loves My Curves

By Suzie Bishop

Brittany is a sweet, voluptuous girl who's always been self-conscious about her weight. Her roommate, Darren, is a handsome black fitness trainer who's always dating skinny bimbos. The only thing Brittany thinks they have in common is a love for Brittany's cooking, but she couldn't be more wrong! Darren loves Brittany's extra pounds, he's just never felt confident enough to say it. Everything is about to change for these two roommates when they both find out the naked truth!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Suzie Bishop
• Release date: Aug 19, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370775200

Suzie Bishop

Suzie Bishop writes erotic fiction. She likes sexy stories of all flavors, but she loves writing steamy interracial romances. She lives in southern California with a little dog named Tin-Tin and a big cat named Momo, both of whom seem intent on starting WWIII in Suzie’s kitchen.

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My Black Roommate Loves My Curves

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental. This story contains explicit content and is intended for adults only. All characters depicted are over the age of 18.

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Chapter 1

I heard them long before I was actually awake. In my dream, the screams were coming from a fuzzy, bobble-headed muppet that bore some resemblance to Oscar the Grouch. It ran back and forth, its mouth flapping open, gibberish dribbling out. When I finally woke up, stumbled to the door, and looked into the hall, I realized that the reality wasn’t too far off.

Jessica was stomping down the hall, her skinny jeans hugging the wings of her hip bones. She was barreling towards me, and though she was no Oscar the Grouch, the fire in her eyes was enough to make me jump back.

Out of my way, Michelle McCarthy! she squawked.

I thought that was a bit rude. I mean, I’m a fan of Ms. McCarthy’s films, but I was already out of the way…

Out of morbid curiosity, I followed Jessica down the hall, now and then looking over my shoulder for Darren, my roommate and the ostensible owner of the fearsome Jessicabeast.

In the kitchen, Jessica was pulling on her thin leather jacket. You tell that asshole he better apologize or this is the last time I’m coming over to this shitty apartment! She swept her long copper hair out of her eyes and tied it back in a ponytail.

What happened? I said.

We were supposed to go out last night, she said. She wiped at her cheeks, and I suddenly realized she was crying. Black mascara stained her freckled skin, and for a moment I thought the two of us might share a genuine, human moment. But he said he’d rather stay in and just hang out with his pudgy roommate.

I shrugged. Darren just took over for Bobbi at the gym. I’m sure he was just tired.

Well he should have told me that!

It was 7am and Jessica already had her lip gloss on. The girl was like a walking cutout from a Sears catalog. I sighed and fiddled with the hem of my nightshirt (oh God I was standing in front of this girl in my nightshirt and no makeup). Jess, I think he did tell you that, you just kind of…started the party a little early last night.

What? she squeaked.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, I didn’t get here until late but I do remember you standing on our table and asking Darren why he never takes you anywhere. At least I think that’s what you were