A/N: I had a hard time with this chapter because I didn't want to make it disrespectful. But in the end, I'm pleased with the way it turned out.

And just a few quick references…the tattoo is actually the next one I'm getting done; you'll see what I mean. And if you haven't seen the Joe Boxer ads I referred to, check out my pictures on my myspace page. You'll thank me later!

Xoxoxo-Shanny

Chapter 7

Parker stared at herself in the bathroom mirror with a smile. She could care less that her normally tamed long brown hair was disheveled or that she had a permanent goofy grin etched on her face. She knew for sure that at any minute animated birds and butterflies would start flying around the bathroom with her, while they all hummed the song, "Once Upon a Dream" from Sleeping Beauty; it was just that perfect. Not only had Parker just gotten the best lay she'd ever had, but she had fallen out of infatuation and straight into deep lust with John. They didn't come any better. John Cena was too good to be true, in every sense of the words.

For a woman that always had a way with words, there were no words to describe finally living out her fantasy. Everything about John was what she expected. His body was like something straight out of those Greek epics she adored; perfectly sculpted and rock hard. Those Joe Boxer pictures didn't do his muscles justice. Compared to running her hands and mouth over his pecs, the way his strong arms felt tightly wrapped against her body, the look of his shoulder muscles flexing as he worked her breasts, feeling his muscular thighs between hers, his swollen member penetrating deep within her walls and the feel of his firm ass tightly gripped in her hands, those Joe Boxer ads made John Cena look like a skinny Charles Atlas and not the Herculean specimen of man that he truly was. Parker confirmed the theory that she often quoted to Avery; the only way to experience everything that is Cena, is to live it… up close and personal.

She leaned in closer and examined the mark he left on her neck. It was sore to her touch, but it was a living reminder of what had actually happened. Parker Sutton had sex with John Cena. How the hell was that possible? Guys like John didn't do girls like her, but, she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She accepted this favorable gesture from the Heavens with open arms…mouth… legs and everything else, too.

She couldn't believe how sweet he was either. He didn't do anything to make her feel uncomfortable or even give the slightest inclination that he was less than accepting of her body. He took what could have been a particularly awkward situation and made it as pleasurable and exciting as she had ever had it. And even though it would never happen again, Parker knew she would always look back on this experience with a smile. She got turned out by John and taught him a thing or two in the process.

"Look Parker, we don't have to do anything if you don't really want to. We can just talk some more; no pressure." That was a bunch of bullshit and John knew it, but at least it sounded good. There was no way in hell that he was up in that girl's room and nothing was going to happen; especially not when John knew that Randy was just a few feet away. Part of the bet was that Randy had to hear Parker with him. Although John didn't really need proof that he had won, he still wanted that fucker to know that his arm was just as strong; he could pull any girl that he wanted…even the ones he that he wasn't attracted to.

"Ok, do I look an idiot to you? When the fuck am I ever going to get another chance at this shit? This, my friend, is on and poppin'." Parker unzipped her hoodie and sat it on the chair, then using the toe of her shoe, she flipped her heal out of the other shoe. As she carefully started to remove her clothes, she noticed that John was just standing there. "So…do you do it with your clothes on?"

He was slightly taken aback. Parker had shown confidence, but he didn't take her to be aggressive. For some reason he thought she would get shy at the last minute or suddenly embarrassed after seeing exactly how toned and fit that he was, but that didn't seem to be the case. "I just want to make sure you understand what this is before anything happens. I think you're really sweet and you're mad cool to talk to, but this is all this is gonna be. I don't wanna lead you on."

"Relax Johnny; I don't want to marry you or anything. I'm fine with just this." Parker didn't know the first thing about John Cena. Sure she knew what she read online and in magazines; she watched him every week on wrestling, but she didn't know the man. She didn't know his favorite color or his favorite food, nor did she care. It was a simple case of let me get mine, you'll get yours. And she was all for everybody getting got.

John followed her lead and started to remove his Reeboks followed by his t-shirt. He couldn't help but to notice the strategic way Parker removed her own clothing; very carefully placing her shoes under the bed and her socks over the arm of the chair. It was almost as if she was stalling. "You want the lights off or something?" He wasn't sure why he asked her, but he didn't want to make this any more awkward then it was guaranteed to be. He didn't really want to see her naked; having to feel her would be hard enough.

"Why, you got something you're trying to hide?" Parker raised her brow wondering why he would suggest that. "I know what I look like naked; I wanna see what you're working with." No matter how many times she had seen his chest on TV, it was nothing like seeing it two feet in front of her. Those fucking lights were staying on and if she had to get a spotlight to shine on the bed so she could get a better view, all the better.

John laughed. This was definitely going to be interesting. Even this close to a potentially uncomfortable situation, Parker still had a sense of humor. He was determined he was going to treat her like any other woman he would spend the night with. He was going to make all of her dreams of him come true. He wasn't going to rush it either, or do the straight stick and move. If for no other reason, he was going to prove to himself and Randy that he wasn't stuck up.

Parker felt John's hand on hers as he walked her over to the bed and sat, forcing her to stand between his opened legs. It was the moment of truth. She felt his lips gently brush hers and the cooler air of the room start to hit her stomach as he started to lift up her tank top. There was no amount of stomach sucking in or wearing black to appear smaller that could have shielded his eyes from what lied beneath. Parker always undressed herself in front of a man in a particular fashion. She always removed her shirt first, that way her pants would still cover how big her stomach was. And if the other person managed to catch a glimpse; she always wore a pretty bra so that would at least distract them from everything else. Then she would normally lie on the bed. Gravity had a shitty way of making things sag and at least being horizontal allowed the mattress to soak up some of gravity's cruel tricks. That wasn't happening with John; he appeared to be hell-bent on looking.

The only real regret she had is that she didn't have on particularly sexy underwear; not that she owned any anyway. Sexy underwear, thongs included, just looked stupid on her. What the sense in wearing skimpy panties, when nine times out of ten, her stomach hung over the front of them? She would be the first to admit, she hadn't seen Muffy in years, unless standing in front of a mirror, lifting her stomach up so that she could shave counted. She never felt sexy in sexy underwear; it was too much of an effort. So what, if John would see her big draws? If he hurried up, he would see a whole lot more. She wasn't about to pass up this opportunity because she had chosen Just My Size over Frederick's of Hollywood and she doubted that John would either.

John made it a point to look at her once he lifted her shirt from over her head. This was a once in a lifetime experience and he was really curious if she was everything she thought she was. With clothes on, she was a girl with a cute face, but that was about it. With her shirt off, she had improved to a face and a nice chest. Orton was right; she did have a nice rack. He happened to glance up at her face and noticed how she looked at him with no shame and that made him relax. If she wasn't embarrassed, he shouldn't be for her, but then he noticed the stretch marks on her arms and the way the three separate sets of rolls that started at her back gently sloped down to her sternum on either side. For a man that spent his life in the gym, he couldn't figure out how someone could let themselves get like that.

Parker decided to take pity on him. There was no way in hell he was going to be able to figure out how to get her bra undone. One thing about having a big chest was those cute little bras with the thin straps didn't work. She had to go for the big guns; those bras that had four to six clamps on the back to hold that sucker in place. And the back of her bra usually rested higher on her back because of the shear weight of her breasts pulled the cups down. Under-wire, schmunder-wire; bras had a mind of their own. She breathed a sigh of relief as soon as that bra came off and the girls were free. And did she care that her breasts weren't perky and didn't stand at attention? Hell no. They hung, because they were heavy and she was fat; it didn't change the fact that they looked great in a low cut shirt. She knew that she probably had a red ring under her breasts and under her arms from where the under-wire decided to dig into her skin all night, but, it was the price she had to pay so she wouldn't look like she had four arms. She couldn't help but to wonder what he thought about the dark patches of skin where her arms and sides touched or the ones under her breasts. That's what happens when you chafe; the skin color changes and there isn't anything you can do about it. But it was Parker and she fully accepted it.

John kissed her again, this time with a little more intensity. He scooted toward the end of the bed, so that his chest touched hers. She was squishier than women he was use to being with, but her skin was incredibly soft and although he found her disproportionate, she still had the same distinct feel of a woman. Taking in a quick breath, John tucked his fingers inside the waistband of her jogging pants, bringing them down along with her underwear. He tried his best to ignore the imprint of the elastic waistband on her stomach. She definitely did look a lot different naked. At least with clothes on, her weight seemed to be distributed differently. Every roll and dimple wasn't noticeable, but naked; there wasn't anything she could hide. But when she gave him a confident smile, he ignored the fact that he could feel the dimples on the back of her thighs and the love handles where her waist ended and her butt began, as he ran his fingers up her legs and around to her backside, just like he would on a smaller woman.

"A ruler?" He looked at the tattoo on the top of her thigh and raised his brow. Carefully he read the scripted letters underneath of the ruler. "You must be this big to get on the ride?"

Parker laughed out loud. "Drunk…21st birthday… long story." It wasn't like she could hide it anymore then she could hide the discoloration between her thighs from where they rubbed together, or her stretch marks, or her dimpled knees. This was Parker Sutton and she was sexy as hell.

"It's twelve inches…who the fuck measures up to that?"

"I'm a big girl, I need a lot." She smiled at him, taking the time to gently trail her fingers from his neck to his shoulders. "But, I have been known to make a few exceptions."

She still couldn't believe that she had this fine ass man with this big ass body in her bed and it had been a hot minute since she had any. If she didn't pace herself, John was going to end up in traction. She let her hands travel the hard muscle around his shoulders before dropping them slowly down his chest. She noticed the way he closed his eyes when she did that. She was still standing between his legs and the fact that he was sitting wasn't going to get those short off.

John laid back when she pushed him and enjoyed the feeling of her hands trailing down his body. His head popped up when she aggressively tugged on the waist of his shorts and once she had them undone, she pulled them off of his legs. This was it; they were both naked and what happened next he didn't expect. He had just laid back and felt her hands on his thighs, the next thing he knew she was on to of him, kissing him slowly working her mouth around his throat and toward his chest. He remembered when she had asked, would you rather lay on a pillow or a pole? At that moment, a pillow didn't seem so bad.

John Cena found himself dressing with a smirk on his face. Parker was right; big girls could put it down. Everything was the same as being with a smaller girl. If anything, he found it to be more passionate; whether it was just Parker, he still didn't know. She took everything he had to give her and she even gave him some in return. She moved how he liked a woman to move and she did it in all of positions that he enjoyed the most. She gave great head and didn't whine and shit when he gripped her hair or verbally encouraged her, while she did it. But the thing he liked most was she was an active participant. She told him exactly what she liked, how much she wanted and at what speed and depth that it should be done.

Parker was well sexed and John couldn't help but to feel a sense of pride that he gave her an experience that was just as memorable as the one that she gave him. Although he still didn't understand her confidence, he had to admit, big girls were highly underrated.

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Randy Orton trotted toward the bathroom naked. He needed to grab a shower and get on his way if he was going to make it to the airport on time. Still half asleep and paying no attention to the fact that the bathroom door was closed; he opened it and stepped inside.

"I thought you said it was 10 ½ inches." Parker turned around, leaned against the sink and smiled at Randy's nakedness. This had definitely been her best WWE experience ever!

Randy shrugged. "What? It's fucking cold in here…shrinkage." He watched as she pushed herself off of the sink and started toward the door to leave. "Just ask your girl; she can verify every inch." As she walked past him, he turned his head toward her.

Parker laughed. "I heard enough of how big you were last night. In fact, that's all I heard when I walked in." Avery had never been known to be quiet. There was a reason she lived off campus; too many people complained when she lived in the dorms.

"You could gain that knowledge first hand, if you like. You know, a shower will warm me right up." His eyes dropped immediately to her chest and he licked his lips. "I got a little bit of time before I have to leave. Although... you strike me as a woman that demands a lot of time. I would definitely like to put in the work, no matter how long it takes. I can always take a later flight." That damn cocky smirk was on his face even at six o'clock in the morning.

Parker closed her eyes and shook her head as a huge smile spread across her face. "Didn't get enough of Avery last night?"

Randy shrugged. "Yeah…but it's amazing how when you aren't where you wanna be, it takes a little bit of the joy out of it." He gave her a knowing look. "Did you know that I waited up last night for you, hoping that maybe you or the girls might get lonely or something? But you didn't knock." He placed his hand on over his heart and poked out his lip. "I was hurt."

"I was taken care of, thank you. And I don't think Avery would have appreciated that."

"I knocked her ass out…she wouldn't have known shit." Randy, unashamed of his nakedness, turned back around and lifted the toilet seat and relieved himself. "What do you mean, you were taken care of?"

Parker caught him looking at her through the mirror. With a huge smile on her face, she shook her head and felt her fingers run over John's mark on her neck. "Nothing."

Randy shook, pulled down the handle on the toilet and turned to face her. "Cena?" He shook his head in disgust. "I really wish you wouldn't have done that." There was an honesty and sincerity in his voice when he spoke. Granted, he didn't know Parker, but that shit didn't sit well with him. Randy Orton was a dick; he was cocky bastard that thought all women should praise his beauty, but there were just some things that Randy didn't do. And knowing that John only slept with Parker because of bet that he was involved in, even though he didn't really think John would go through with it, made him feel like shit.

"Now look who's driving the bitter bus this morning."

With a shrug, he turned on the shower. "Like I said, it's a standing offer. Actually, it's standing, sitting, squatting…however you get down." He wasn't about to let her know how much the idea of her with Cena pissed him off. She was on cloud nine and he wasn't going to burst her bubble.

"You take rain checks?" Parker smiled when he nodded and winked at her. "Don't forget to put the toilet seat down."

Randy stood in the bathroom looking at the door as it closed. She seemed so happy, he didn't have the heart to let her know why John was with her and it's not like he would ever see her again, anyway. But still, that shit was fucked up and as soon as they were on their way to the airport, Randy was going to let John know just how fucked up it truly was.