Men are from mars (mutual)

Chapter 3 - getting to know each other

She turned to look at me and kissed me softly on the cheek. "Morning."
"Morning" I grinned back. "Would you like coffee, or we can head for breakfast. There's a great place downstairs"
This was my first surprise, I wasn't looking at her as a fat girl. She as just a girl. A girl I passionately liked and had enjoyed a steaming hot night with, But her response confused me. "Just coffee, I don't do breakfast".
A rush of thoughts came through my head. 'Was she dieting?'; 'If she is, should I tell her breakfast helps?'; 'Is she in a hurry to leave'; 'Was it a mistake to offer?'
I let them settle as I set up the coffee machine. It was half way through filling the flask when I felt her belly bump in to my back.
"I'm on a kinda weird diet, so no breakfast. But if you want we can go to the cafe. I've got nothing to do today but go home and get changed"
I turned around to greet her, She was wrapped in a bath towel she'd found on the floor in the bedroom. It hid very little. It wasn’t long until my gown was being parted at the waist. She looked down and gave me an evil grin. We returned to the bedroom and had a reprise of the previous night. Showered and going commando, I drove her to her door and left her my number in case she wanted to meet up later or on Sunday afternoon.
I got a call early Sunday evening asking if I wanted to do dinner.
Sunday dinner was a typical English affair at my local gastro pub. Roast beef, all the trimmings and a bottle of wine to share. She worked her way through her meal like a she hadn't eaten in a week. It came time for desert. A course I usually skip. She ordered two. I assumed one each but what to my confusion what I witnessed next was a quite a feat. She devoured her pudding and then continued to slide the tiramisu I assumed she'd ordered for me toward herself. She then looked me square in the eye, grinned and sensually began eating it. Her mouthfuls were small. Her tongue and lips teased each creamy spoonful off the silver in to her pallet. She moan slightly, "This is so good!" She then licked the tip of the spoon and went in for another mouthful. Spoonful after spoonful she continued the show. Eating with passion, and a deep sexual gluttony. Not the messy caricatured gluttony the modern media portray but that of a gourmande. When the plate was empty she winked at me, "Want to take me home?"
How could I say no. We split the bill and walked to the car.
I couldn't keep my eyes off her in the car. She stayed silent with a smile. Like she knew she'd captured me. Her poker face was broken and her full house was written across her whole visage.
Her apartment was tidy and girly. Spots and prints and colourful china featured in every room. I sat on the couch as I removed my shoes.
"Tea?" She called from the strip that was her kitchen on the facing wall of her living room.
"Please". She approached with two cups. Her blouse tighter than I had noticed in the car. Placing them down, she lowered herself next to me. Her weight causing the cushions to bow toward her pulling me in her direction.
I didn't wish to fight it. I leaned in for a kiss. Our lips locked but then she moved away.
"Dinner was great. It's my favourite meal." her smile broke again. "Infact it's the only meal I eat. Well that and supper and maybe a midnight snack". She was studying my face. Testing my reaction.
"You look like you truly enjoyed it".
"I, Truly, did". Her emphasis matched my phrasing. I had given away my pleasure at seeing her pleasure. "You didn't seem to mind me eating the other desert? Could you tell how much I enjoyed it?" She stroked her belly.
I was cornered. Was it a test? My time as a trader had taught me to try and see what people were saying under their words. What was something worth to someone over what their lips were letting slip. I flashed back to her eating. Her eyes were on me: was the whole meal a test? How was she last night? I remember touching her belly as is jiggled back and forth. I remember it was right before she began to moan. Was that her trigger? Was it her fat that turned her on? It could have been, but that was so out of left field that it didn't seem like a card worth playing. I played safe. "I can tell you that I like seeing you enjoy things. And you seem to have been pleasured by our last 24 hours together. Shall we maybe try it again next Friday"
"Leave me with a memento?" The words were a green light. Our hands started exploring each other's bodies. I unbuttoned her, her hands unbuttoned my jeans. She started rubbing me through my boxers. I was oozing by the time I'd unwrapped her. I felt a need to taste her again. I laid her on the couch and dove in. Her belly on my head again felt different, harder. She was much more excited. My tongue was greeted by a gush of her juices. Ninety seconds of teasing and she came. She pushed me back and I clumsily ended on the floor. "My turn!" she declare and she wrapped her mouth around my tip. Her fingers teasing my shaft the other hand cupping my balls. She knew how to use her tongue. The spoon earlier was her warmup, I was her big show. Her mouth kept such pressure on me that I couldn't last for more than two minutes. She was working me so furiously I that I almost blacked out as I came. through my haze I watched her greedily wipe any excess off her lips and in to her mouth. She opened wide to show me my seed and then, her eyes locked on mine she swallowed and grinned. A mischievous grin I had not seen before.
My week went by as normal. Kate and I were exchanging texts, naughty and nice. We were growing as friends and by the following weekend I was ready for another round. It didn't fail to disappoint. Week after week our exploration grew. Week four left me sore, week five was a day in a hotel room with some of her lonely nights' companions. But our sex life wasn't the only thing that I noticed growing. Kate's wardrobe was changing so, fully clothed, it was hard to spot the difference, but with her clothes off I noticed her belly lower, her breasts fuller, her ass folding over and her upper arms beginning to overhang. With each softening she was becoming more sensual, more womanly in my eyes, and far sexier. We booked a weekend away together in Paris eight weeks in to us dating.
It was there that she came clean.