chapter 9

. (Difficult, as they were the only two people in the elevator.) She took in his adorable face and double chin she had been dying to nuzzle, his now-fairly-sizable man boobs, his yummy belly. He was wearing a bright blue, too-tight polo. (Damn those casual Fridays.) A bit of his belly was peeking out from the bottom of his shirt. She so badly wanted to stroke it, grab it. She bit her lip and looked away before he noticed her staring.

He cleared his throat. "So, any big plans tonight?" he asked.

"Ah, you know. I'm going to head to the gym right now, go home, have some dinner, TV, bed."

"Wow, exciting," he teased.

"I'm old! I'm single! My life isn't all that exciting! What are you doing, Mr. Life-of-the-Party?"

"Well, I was planning on watching the game..."

"Oh, yeah, very exciting..."

"... with a few beers and an extra-large pizza, maybe a big bowl of ice cream afterwards." All nonchalant. No big deal.

Her eyes went wide. "Is that all--just--just-- for you?" she stuttered.

He laughed. "Hey, I'm a growing boy, right?"

That did it. She finally did what her body had been screaming at her to do for months. She dropped all the stuff she was holding, grabbed him, and started kissing him like her life depended on it. (It sort of did.) He wrapped her in his strong arms and started kissing her back, her lithe body sinking into his soft, yielding tummy. Her hands slipped under his shirt and roamed over his love handles, his chest, his belly, then down to his *** in his too-tight khakis (Bless those casual Fridays!). When the elevator reached the bottom floor, they finally came up for air.

"Your place or mine?" Her chest was heaving, her voice husky.

"What size bed do you have?" he asked, equally breathless.

"A king." (She got it in the divorce.)

"Better do yours."

They rushed to her car and drove as fast as they safely could. She prayed she wouldn't get pulled over.

She fumbled with her keys in the lock of her front door and he followed closely behind, hand at the small of her back, through her darkened apartment. She led him to her bedroom, turned around, and whispered into his ear. "I want you."

"I...I hope so."

"Take off your shirt."

Matt suddenly felt a little vulnerable. He looked at her, saw the hungry look in her eyes. Slowly, he removed his shirt, and stood there in front of her, his smooth, white belly hanging over his pants. He was feeling exposed. He made an attempt to cover himself up with his hands.

"Don't. Just let me look at you for a second."

"Um..."

&quo t;You are so incredibly sexy."

"Um..."

Her mouth was on his before he could say another word, her hands exploring his body hungrily. She started pushing him towards the bed till he fell back, her on top of him. She kissed his face, nibbled his double chin, moved down and sucked on his tits, her mouth greedily licking and kissing his soft, supple flesh. He moaned in pleasure. She straddled his wide middle, pulled off her blouse and unclasped her bra, revealing her beautiful breasts.

"Oh, God..." he breathed. He reached up to touch her. "YOU are incredibly sexy."

She smiled, climbed off of him, slipped off her pants, then pulled off his khakis (with a little difficulty) and boxer briefs. "Wow," she said. "That's, um...impressive."

Matt just laughed.

She spread his chubby thighs apart and started sucking him while her hands continued to explore his body.

"Oh, Kate..." he moaned. His hands slipped over her slender body as her mouth worked its magic.

She came up and said, "I need you inside of me, on top of me."

"Uh, on top? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." She lay down and waited for him.

Carefully, he climbed on top of her and entered her.

"Oh, Matt, oh my God..."

He was everything she had hoped for, in all of her dreams and fantasies. With his weight on her, her body felt alive for the first time in years. She grabbed at his love handles (So that's why they called them that....), his soft belly and chest enveloping her small frame. She grabbed at his juicy ass, kneading it as their bodies rocked together. She was on the verge of the most epic orgasm. She began to cry out, and he followed, their cries mingling together. They shuddered, holding each other, his flesh quivering in her hands.

He carefully rolled off of her. Kate had the most blissed-out expression on her face. "Oh, wow," she sighed. "That was..."

Matt propped himself up on one elbow and brushed her hair off her forehead with his other hand. "Like that?" He smiled at her.

"Um...I...don't...think...&q uot;

"Yes?"

"I'm not sure..."

"Hmmm?"

&quo t;You're my...first."

Matt looked completely confused. "Excuse me?"

"You know, my first...big guy," she said sheepishly.

"Oooohhhh," he said, the implications of that statement slowly dawning on him.