chapter 2

By now maybe four to five months had passed, and his bike had long gathered dust.

She wondered whether a fresh ‘talk’ might be due, but put it to the back of her mind as his hips worked away above her in bed.

He started to blow hard at the exertion by now, and she could tell in his eyes he was getting close.

She grabbed his love handles and squeezed them tight.

And watched - intently - as he popped like an over-ripened cherry in her grasp.

He collapsed on top of her for a brief moment, then rolled over to give her some air.

‘Wow,’ he said, still panting, as he stared up at the ceiling. ‘Did you come?’ he asked.

‘Kinda,’ she replied, grinning wildly from ear to ear.

Just to watch him struggle like that was almost enough these days.

Let alone think about how he filled out his pants.

She rolled over and kissed his cheek.

‘Gonna need some more miles on the bike.’ She dropped her hand to his belly. 'If you wanna keep finishing like that.’

She was about to give his belly a quick prodd, but before she could, he was up on his feet and out of bed.

He danced to get into his boxer briefs and jeans, the top button of which, he had to leave undone, for obvious reasons.

‘Drive thru?’ he asked, referring to their latest weekend ritual, which had taken a toll on his waist.

‘You wanna talk about it?’ She propped herself up in the bed and looked across at him.

‘Maybe later,’ he replied, scratching his belly. ‘Right now, I just gotta eat.’

‘Can tell,’ she replied, with a wry smile upon her lips. ‘That’s becoming more obvious by the day.’

She smiled invitingly at him and kicked back the sheet. ‘Come keep me some company before we go?’

She gave him a view of her naked body he could not easily ignore.

‘Promise I’ll be good,’ she continued, as she stretched her arms high above her head.

‘And if not.’ She winked. ‘Then you can always tie me up.’

She stretched her arms across the bed and surrendered herself willingly. The poor boy did not stand a chance.

She could feel the heat of his stare as it began to trace the outline of her hips.

He licked at his lips with the same hunger he had finding so hard to ignore.

And with that, he fumbled out of his jeans, and hopped back into bed.

‘Drive-thru after?’ he asked. 'Right?'

‘Mmm-hmm.’ She nodded, as she clambered on top of him.

‘Lots of drive-thur after.’ She confirmed. ‘You mark my words.’

His lips broke into a wide grin, and as he tried to take control and roll her onto her back, she held on firm. And from the moment her hips took him in, and her naked torso bobbed above his portly waist, he was happy he lost.

‘Think we’ll need two or three stops today,’ she said, patting his bare belly with her hands.

‘Because you’re getting quite a gut nowadays.'

'And we need to keep it full.'

He closed his eyes. And held on tight, as her hips took him to town.