Chapter 8 - Ice Cream

As Jake and Macy caught their breath after the race, Jake couldn't resist the urge to suggest a post-run treat. "Hey, Macy," he began, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "You know what would be perfect right now? Ice cream. You've earned it after that run, and it'll be like a punishment for the rematch later, making it even harder for you to beat me."

Macy's eyebrows shot up in surprise at Jake's suggestion, but she couldn't deny the allure of a sweet reward after their exertions. "Ice cream does sound pretty good right about now," she admitted with a grin, her mind already racing with visions of creamy indulgence.

But as Jake turned to include Lola in their plans, Macy couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. "Actually, Lola can't make it," Jake explained, his tone casual but tinged with an undercurrent of excitement. "She's got, uh, other plans tonight."

Macy's heart skipped a beat at Jake's words, a flicker of anticipation dancing in her chest. Was this Jake's way of testing the waters? Was he suggesting a solo outing to see how she would respond? The thought sent a shiver of excitement down her spine, mingled with a tinge of nervousness at the implications of such a proposition.

But as she glanced at Jake's expectant expression, Macy pushed aside her doubts and flashed him a confident smile. "Sounds like a plan," she declared, her voice tinged with excitement. "Let's go get that ice cream!"

As Macy squeezed herself into the car, it was like watching a sausage trying to fit into its casing. She grunted as she buckled her seatbelt, her pants protesting with a defiant groan as they clung desperately to her curves. The waistband dug into her soft flesh, creating a delectable muffin top that begged to be devoured.

But that wasn't even the half of it. As Macy leaned forward, her chest heaved with each breath, the fabric of her top stretched to its limits, revealing a generous amount of cleavage that made Jake's pulse quicken. Her breasts, once perky and firm, now had a softness to them that was undeniably alluring, like two plump pillows just waiting to be squeezed.

Jake couldn't help but stare, transfixed by the spectacle unfolding before him. It was like watching a slow-motion train wreck—you couldn't look away, even though you knew it was going to end in disaster. He also smirked as he drank in the sight before him, his mind filled with thoughts of indulgence and pleasure. Macy may have put on a few pounds since their last encounter, but to Jake, she had never looked more irresistible.

"Ready to go?" Jake asked, trying to keep his voice steady as he turned the key in the ignition. Macy nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement as they set off towards the ice cream shop.