Chapter 5

On the way home from his parents’ house, Gordon stopped the car and ran into the drug store, which was the only place open on Christmas Day. He tossed a bag into the back seat, keeping a Joe Louis pastry, which he ate as he drove. Crumbs fell on the top of the mound of his belly.

“Wow, you’re unstoppable, big man,” said Katy.

“Well, I have a lot of space to fill,” he replied.

Katy slid her hand onto his lap, gently caressing his solid belly.

“Feels pretty full to me,” she said.

He gasped.

“Th-that’s not safe,” he managed to get out. “I’m driving.”

She smiled.

“You tease me, I’ll tease you.” But she pulled her hand back. It had started to snow.

They made it home safely. Gordon took the bag up to the bedroom. He undid his pants and pulled them off with relief. Katy came in as he was unbuttoning his shirt. She walked over and brushed the red mark where the waistband of his pants had dug into his flesh.

“I wonder what you weigh now,” she said. “You’ve certainly gained some sexy inches.”

“No cheating,” he replied. “I step on the scale in the new year and not before.”

“Mmmm,” said Katy, not taking her hands off him. She steered him toward the bed.

“Wait, wait!” said Gordon, pulling a 2 L carton of candy cane ice cream out of the bag from the drug store.

“Oh,” said Katy. “You want more? My big sexy pig. I’ll get a spoon.”

She pinched his flabby bottom and darted out of the room. When she came back, she handed him the spoon and pushed him toward the bed. He lay down and slowly shovelled the soft, sweet ice cream into his mouth. Katy went over to the CD player and put on some music. She undid the top two buttons on her dress, revealing more of her cleavage. She leaned forward and shook her bounteous breasts so they bounced from side to side. Gordon kept the spoon travelling between the ice cream and his face, but his other hand crept down to cradle the firming flesh in his underpants. Katy kept moving to the music, bold and coy by turns. More buttons opened to reveal more of her soft, plump body. The dress fell to the floor. Gordon could scarcely wait to feel her flesh against his, but he would have to wait until she finished strip-teasing him.

Or would he? He stuck the spoon in the remaining ice cream and heaved himself up off the bed. He grabbed Katy by the waist and pulled her down on top of him. He fumbled with the straps of her bra, moaned as her breasts fell free. He tossed it aside and moved to her panties, hauling them down past her hips with her help. She kicked them off. He kissed her wildly, with abandon, as she helped him slide off his own underwear. He pressed her down, pinning her to the bed with his bulk. He growled as she squirmed under him. With one hand, he guided his penis into her body, already slick and wet. He pumped fast and hard. Katy moaned and matched his motions. Their rhythm built to a crescendo, then he collapsed, panting. It was a few minutes before he could roll off her.

“Where’s that ice cream?” she said. “Oh, here it is.” She held up the spoon.

Gordon sank his head onto her soft breast as she brought the ice cream to his lips. He felt full and warm and sated and satiated and very, very loved. He turned to kiss one of Katy’s nipples. He caught the hand with the spoon and guided the next bite onto her sensitive skin. Then he licked it off. He continued to do this even as he reached down to gently brush her clit. He suckled and tapped and nuzzled and rubbed until Katy shook and lost control in her own orgasm. Then they lay in each other’s arms until they fell asleep.