Kick to the Curves (Eastgate BBW Romance Series Book 2) by Elle Gordon Page A

Susan screamed over the phone. I was driving home from work on Friday night, a week after we had been to the beach.
                  “What did you find?” I asked, hesitantly. With Susan, this type of excitement could mean something amazing or terrifying.
                  “I’ve got a coupon!” she shrieked. “It’s buy one, get one for a month!”
                  “For what?” I had no idea what she was talking about.
                  “For karate,” Susan said succinctly. “Please don’t tell me that you forgot about our karate plans this weekend, Marcia.”
                  “I didn’t forget!” I lied. Since that day at the beach, I had completely forgotten about my idea of taking karate classes with Susan. Perhaps I wasn’t serious about doing it at all.
                  “Good,” she said. “Because they happened to have opens, so I booked us for tomorrow morning!”
                  “Tomorrow morning?” I repeated, surprised.
                  “Yes, Marcia, tomorrow morning.”
                  “Don’t we have to buy those robes and everything first?” I asked, secretly hoping that the cost of these items would make Susan change her mind.
                  “It’s this new wave studio,” she started. “You show up in comfortable clothing for the first class.”
                  “Oh,” I said. It seemed as though Susan was going to make me do this, even if karate was my idea.
    “I f you like it, you can continue taking classes with the gi ,” she explained.
                  “What’s a gi ?” I asked.
                  “It’s the robe you wear for karate!”
                  “Sounds like uncomfortable underwear.”
                  “No, it’s not,” Susan scoffed. “It’s a robe the size of the sarong you wore to the beach on Sunday.”
                  “Very funny,” I groaned.
                  “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at ten in the morning and we’ll head over to the studio.”
                  “Isn’t that called a dojo ?”
                  “Nope.”
                  “I don’t get this karate thing at all.”
                  “All you need to worry about is what you’re going to wear and getting your ass up before ten. I’ve got to go, sweetie. See you tomorrow!”
                  “Thanks, Susan.”
                  “Don’t mention it.” Then she hung up the phone. At that point, I was really wishing that she didn’t mention it.

Hello, Sensei
     
                  “Are you ready for this?” Susan said as she slapped me hard on the ass. We were standing outside of the studio after getting out of her SUV.
                  “Ouch!” I yelled, giving her a scalding look. “You are too crazy sometimes.”
                  “Oh, calm your tits,” Susan smirked. “Your outfit looks hot, by the way.”
                  “Thanks!” I smiled with a change in my mood. It took me a while to look through my wardrobe before I found my lost pair of workout pants. They were stretchable yet tight fitting. The way they hugged against me made my curvy hips give even Susan a run for her money.
                  “Shall we?” Susan motioned to the door. Then we pulled it open and entered into the room.
                  “Hello,” said a younger guy at the door. He appeared to be in his early twenties and had on a tight fitting shirt that said Eastgate City Karate Studio . “How are you ladies this morning?”
                  “We’re pumped !” Susan shouted.
                  “That’s great!” said the guy. “What’s your name so that I can check you in?”
                  “I’m