Chapter 7 - the kiss

Holly definitely loved the way that Adam worked in the bedroom. For such pretty, strong-looking girl, no one would ever have guessed how submissive she liked to be. “Can we do that thing with the doughnuts again?” she asked Adam keenly a couple of days later, already aroused as she said it.

Adam was more than willing to oblige, even pretending that he was doing Holly a favour.

“I think you should call in sick today,” he suggested as the pair of them woke up one morning. “Who would want to go to work when they could stay in bed with me all day?” he joked, kissing his girlfriend and hoping she might consider it.

“I can’t call in sick…” Holly laughed at the suggestion, managing to tear herself out of bed. “I have so much work to do today!”

Adam sat up to watch Holly getting dressed. There was nothing that he enjoyed more than watching his girlfriend walking around naked: that big, broad, softening butt and doughy, gut-like tummy pushing out underneath her decidedly larger breasts. As her underwear went on, he could see the tightness of the waistband, cutting into the athlete’s budding love-handles and the strange fit of the material against the clearly wider, plumper rear.

“My other pants are in the laundry,” Holly explained, almost as if she anticipated what was coming next. She slipped them on and pulled them up her legs, then sucked in with all her might as she tried to clasp them together. She sighed after a failed attempt and went in for another.

“Having trouble?” Adam asked teasingly.

“No,” Holly replied. “These were always a little small.”

Adam slid like a snake down the bed on his front so that his head was in line with Holly’s crotch “I think they fit perfectly…” he teased, getting a closer look for himself. “It means I can do this…” he whispered, pulling Holly by her underwear towards his mouth. Expertly, he shifted her underwear down and set to work, kissing Holly’s crotch as deeply as he could.

“Oh! Oh Adam…” Holly moaned in pleasure. “How are you so good at that?”

“Call in sick for me,” Adam ordered, removing his tongue, but keeping his mouth as close as he could to where he had been; so that Holly could feel his warm, moist breath within her. “We can do the doughnut thing…” he teased, kissing it again; deliberately slower and gentler.

“Oh...”Holly moaned again. “Yes. Alright then.”