chapter 3 - cheesecake seduction

I was really worried about Carlie.  What had I done -- perhaps scaring her like that, maybe traumatizing her?  Still, I felt she had to know the truth:  She was simply too skinny for me to find her attractive.  Maybe time would heal the rift between us.  I could only hope.

I tried calling her, but she wouldn’t answer the phone or my messages.  I didn’t hear from her or see her for several weeks. 

Then, one Friday night, she called and asked me to come over – “Just to talk,” she said. Because I cared for her almost as a little sister, I went to her dorm.  I was not interested in setting anything up certainly, but I was worried about her. 

I knocked, and I heard her voice from inside telling me to come in.  I entered, just as she came out of from behind the kitchen counter, carrying a platter with a huge cheesecake on it. 

She looked a bit dejected, I thought, and I felt some sympathy for her.  She also looked like she had put on some weight – her belly was sticking out some, and her face had softened – no longer so angular.

She smiled mischievously, and fresh deep dimples appeared on her newly chubby cheeks.  My legs felt weak.  I felt disoriented by her appearance and stumbled a bit, holding onto a chair back to keep from falling.  

“What’s going on?” I asked. 

“You win, okay,” she said, looking down coyly at the cheesecake.  “I’m getting fat for you, hun.”  A bite of cheesecake. “Once I’m fat enough, well . . . Then, will you love me?” 

“It’s not that simple,” I said, trying to keep from being aroused by the notion of this cute now-plumpened girl offering to blimp up for my heart.  “I don’t want you to change for me.  That wouldn’t be fair to you.” 

“But I want to,” she said, dipping her hand into the cheesecake and stuffing a huge sweet soft fat creamy bite into her mouth.  Her lips sucked on her fingers sensuously as she looked me right in the eye. 

I thought I would lose it right there and then, she looked so seductive, so sweet, and so so deliciously chubby. I began to tingle between my thighs. 

“Are you sure?” I said haltingly, trying not to sound too eager.  “I mean, it’s probably true that with some more extra weight, I might fall for you.  But if you have any qualms about getting fat, I would rather you not.” 

“Does it look like I have any qualms about getting fat?” she said, no longer quite as coy looking, but now looking me directly in the eye as she ate some more cheesecake in a most sensual manner. 

Her lips dripped with creamy sweetness, which her tongue swiped at a smear, and she swallowed with a dramatic gulp.  She approached me, pushing her bulging belly into my slender hips. 

“I just don’t want you to end up fat and unhappy, and be hating me for it.”  Goodness, she looked good and soft and sexy.  And the softness of her belly against me, ohhhh!  

Watching her eat so seductively, I felt myself start to tingle a bit more between my legs, as a big drip of sweat rolled down my face.  I was losing it. 

She smiled at my obvious discomfort and said,  “If I could just get under your skin, it will all be worth it.”

Another bite of cheesecake and another seductive look, causing me to shudder a bit. 

“And it looks like I’m going to have fun getting under your skin.” All I could do was nod. 

Then, she took my hand, put it into the cheesecake for a scoop of fatness, and raised it to her mouth.  She began licking my fingers, her dark eyes never leaving mine.  I thought I would explode in an orgasm right there and then. 

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