Chapter 5

****Alan****

"I brought you a couple presents," I smiled as we got up to the bedroom.

"Ooh, goody!" she squealed, clapping her hands.

I dug around in my suitcase, bringing out a large, round tin. I opened it up to reveal a large pile of assorted flavors of fudge. Laura's eyes widened and she gulped, her fingers twitching slightly.

"But I'm sure your will power will keep you from eating any," I said, putting the top back on.

"Oh, yeah, sure," she replied, her eyes staying on the tin of fudge as I put it on the dresser. She did seem very pleased with the pearl necklace I had brought back for her, and spent quite a few minutes in front of the mirror admiring the way they looked.

"Well, I gotta go to the bathroom," I said, walking out of the room.

After taking care of business, I left the sink running and the fan on while I quietly opened the door and snuck down the hallway. I carefully peeked around the door frame and almost laughed out loud when I saw Laura grabbing a piece of fudge out of the container. I went back to the bathroom and turned off the faucet and the fan, then strolled back to the bedroom while whistling out loud.

As I walked back into the bedroom Laura quickly gulped down what was left in her mouth and looked at me with such a guilty expression that I got an erection on the spot. The thought of her sneaking sweets was enough to make me incredibly horny.

"So . . . how should we celebrate my return?" I asked her, drawing close.

I lowered my head and started kissing the side of her neck. She shivered with pleasure when I kissed behind her ear, and I tried to casually place one hand on her stomach.

Without warning she swatted it away, then stepped back from my advances.

"Um, ah, I just remembered I left dinner on the stove!" she stammered before rushing out of the bedroom.

I chuckled as I watched her leave, she was plainly self-conscious about me discovering the fruits of her indulgences. I thought it was pure genius on my part to tell her to "throw away" all those goodies before I got back. Even if she just ate a little of what was there, it was great progress.

I had to adjust my pants before I followed her downstairs for supper. I hoped that she wouldn't keep trying to escape having sex, especially since all this thinking about her gaining weight was making me perpetually aroused. Before going downstairs I grabbed a piece of fudge for myself. After all, one piece wouldn't hurt.

I have to admit, that was damn good fudge.