Chapter 4

“Oh….oh…Gina! my…my oh my…this is incredible!!!” I said trying to not chew and talk at the same time, but my enthusiasm got the better of me. “The veal is so tender and juicy...and the pasta…oh my god!”

“I am so glad you like it” she said beaming and I swear she scooted a bit closer. I asked her how she did it this and she proceeded to tell me some of her tricks while continued my enthusiastic eating. After a short moment of silence she said,

“ I hope you don’t think I have been to forward tonight Max…it’s just that …well you have seemed to be kind of shy and I was afraid you might not ask me out..”

“Gina, I have wanted to ask you out so many times…I just never for a moment could have believed that you would like a guy like…”

“You mean a fat guy…right” she said, rather sweetly.

“Yeah…a fat guy…like me…”

“Right…like you…do you mind if I say that, say fat guy? I know that some men...well some people don’t like it.”

“No...It’s ok. I say it...I am fat…there is no denying it so…besides when you say it…it sounds...sweet…sexy…good”

Smiling she said “Good…good…” She put her hand on my forearm and squeezed. “Ahhh…is it getting warm in here” She said with a smile and proceeded to stand. She unbuttoned her chef jacket and pealed it off revealing…well revealing an incredibly tight body wearing a white tank top. She had surprisingly big and firm breasts for such a small woman…I tried my best not to stare; I failed badly.

“Sorry about the tank top…those coats are warm….and well…this is most comfortable...” She said looking down at her chest.

“No problem at all ….it’s a …it’s a good look for you” at which point we both laughed and both heightening and relieving the sexual tension of the moment.

“Glad you like what you see” she said sitting down again…pulling her chair closer still to me. Her breasts were almost pressing into my arm. After a moment she said “You haven’t finished your macaroni…” taking my fork in her left hand she begins to twirl some spaghetti on, then she lifted it to mouth “Mangia Max, mangia (eat Max, eat for you no Italians. Seriously that’s a good word to remember)”

I opened my mouth and she filled it with the fork. I swear heard her gasp a little as she did. Her eyes watched my mouth chew and her hand went back down to the plate, her deft fingers swirling an even larger portion on this time. She was leaning into my left side now and I could see and feel her nipples had gotten hard. Again she lifted to fork to my mouth, I opened my lip; she bit hers and slipped the fork in. Her eyes looked almost glazed.

My head was swirling…this was so incredibly erotic and she was getting turned on too. Suddenly her right hand slipped under the table and found my thigh as I turned slightly to her to take the next bite. The probability that I had died in a car crash had now risen to %99.9.

“That’s good...that’s good” she almost moaned with the next bite; bite after bite, the forkfuls gets bigger and bigger as she went. My cheeks forced out by the amount of food in my mouth as I chewed, and with each bite Gina’s right hand was kneading the fat of my inner thigh. Thank god my belly is so fat that it hid my erection or I would have been pitching a tent suitable for circus use.

Her face had gotten closer and closer to mine as she fed me, her eyes darting from my mouth to my eyes. I was afraid to say anything for fear of breaking the spell but finally said “Gina...this is amazing...amazing” She looked into my eyes and leaned toward me, pausing momentarily then pressing her incredibly soft lips to mine. I swear to all that is good and holy I saw fireworks.

As our lips parted her hand found my belly and began to rub it “It only gets better from here Max” she said with a smile. “Finish your macaroni and we can go upstairs to my place for desert”. I smiled a mischievous smile and opened my mouth for another bite.

With that she fills my mouth with yet another huge forkful of oily pasta. The taste was amazing, tangy tomato flavor with a little heat and amazing mouth feel from the meat…and made even better as it came from her hands. Her other hand caressed my tummy and I could not help but lay my hand on hers…following her moves with my hand, encouraging her hand to squeeze my fat. I heard her moan slightly as I did this and her eyes closed, her fingers lingering as they pressed into my flesh. My skin literally tingled where she gripped it. I could see her start to squirm in her seat, as the food hit my mouth faster and faster.

Her blue eyes burned like I had never seen in a woman before. She kept scooting closer and closer to me her hand pulling and kneading my fat gut. My lips were slick from the sauce and I just had to share so I leaned and kissed Gina slipping my tongue out slightly to share the taste I was enjoying. I placed y hand on the side of her neck and caressed her check with my thumb.

“I never thought it could be...I didn’t dare dream...” She whispered into my lips. I could not think of anything to say, so I simply kissed her letting her feel I was real, telling myself as much as her. She closed her legs around my thighs while her fingers tried to dig into my belly button. With my free hand I slipped my thumb inside my waist band and pushed my pants down below letting my belly spill out into her hand.

“Oh my god…so …fat” She cooed.

“Huge” I whispered back.



She dropped the fork and began to stand and I turned to face her in my chair. I reached my fat hands around the back of her thighs and pulled her in to what little is left of my lap and kissed her deeply. Her hands dove for my chest as we kissed, her small, strong hands kneading my boobs. She moaned into my mouth as she did so.

I love the taste of her lips.