chapter 4 - ice cream

POV: Kate

My heart was racing for the entire drive to dinner. Connor and I agreed to head to a buffet close to my house. It wasn't anything too nice, but Connor and I had enjoyed our comfort food in the past. After arriving, paying, and finding an unoccupied booth, he and I got our first helpings. Or, so I thought. I arrived back at the booth first, and sat down with macaroni and cheese, pizza, and glass of coke. Connor showed up a couple minutes later, with pizza, pork chops, and a bowl of ice cream.

"Jeez, have you not eaten today?" I asked, covering my full mouth with my hand.

"These are for you! I don't want you getting up again until you can't stand on your own." He replied, leaving to get his own food.

"Be careful what you wish for!" I called after him, blushing.

I shoved the last mouthful of mac n' cheese in my mouth, and rested my chin on my hands, thinking. Ever since we has started dating, I hadn't really been convinced that he found me attractive. And even if he did find me attractive, there was no way I would ever think that of myself. But, finally, that was starting to change. Seeing how Connor was acting, I couldn't deceive myself anymore. He thought I was hot. And to be honest, I was starting to see why.

I pulled one of the plates of pizza closer to me as Connor arrived at the table with his own dinner: ribs and applesauce.

"How was the mac n'cheese? I'm guessing that it was pretty good, considering you polished it off in probably five minutes." He asked. Just like the last time he saw me eating, I could tell he was excited and trying to hide it. The only difference is, I was excited too.

"Well, I guess it was okay. Truth be told, I didn't really slow down to taste it..." I blushed a bit. I figured he would think that was hot, but it still felt weird saying it so easily. I would have been too embarrassed to admit to being such a pig a few weeks ago.

"What a glowing recommendation!" He said just before taking his first bite of the ribs.

I rolled my eyes, and took my first bite of the pizza. It was definitely better than I remembered it being, but honestly that didn't matter much. I was just fixated on filling myself to the brim. The first slice I ate was barbecue chicken. It took me about three bites, and then I moved on the rest, which were meat lover's. Slice after slice found itself in my salivating mouth, until after a few minutes I had eaten my way through all six of the remaining slices. I sat back for a moment, catching my breath.

"You're not done, are you?" Connor asked, still not done with his ribs.

"You and I both know the answer to that question." I said, sitting back up. My stomach groaned. It was a little distended, but I wasn't nearly done yet. "When you get me more food, don't forget ribs and applesauce. I'm getting a little jealous over here."

Connor nodded, and I started eating the ice cream. I figured that I should eat it before it started melting. Then again, considering how fast I was eating, that may not have been a problem. When I was about to finish the ice cream, Connor got up.
"I'm going to get you the ribs and all that. Well, and probably some dessert for myself. Back in a few." He said.

I nodded, but the lapse in focus caused me to drop some ice cream off of the spoon. To be fair, I was making each spoonful just about as much as I could comfortably get in my mouth, so it was a bit precariously balanced. I sharply inhaled. The ice cream had landed right in my cleavage, and holy fuck was it cold. I glanced back in Connor's direction. Thankfully, he had turned around before he had a chance to witness the situation. I looked around. Nobody seemed to be looking. I reached into my cleavage, grabbing the bulk of the ice cream. But, then what could I do with it? Instinctively, I shoved it in my mouth. Then, I grabbed a napkin, and cleaned the rest of it. Finally done with that, I covered my eyes with one hand, and I'm sure my cheeks were bright red.

"What's the matter?" Connor asked, having returned with the food.

"An accident involving ice cream, a lack of coordination, and shame. Don't worry about it." I said, giggling.

The remainder of our dinner was more or less uneventful. I ate while Connor watched. Slowly but surely my stomach got more distended and my eating slowed. Finally, after what must have been enough food to fill a family of five, I threw in the towel. Even leaning back, my belly just managed to press against the edge of the table. Connor helped me out of the booth and to his car, and we left the buffet around 8pm.

"Want to hang out at my place and watch a movie or something?" I asked as Connor sat in the driver's seat. "My mom is at work, and my sister should be spending the night with her friends."

"S-sure! Sounds fun." He said, starting the engine.