Lucky's buffet

chapter 3

"Sure." I picked up her backpack, which was admittedly heavy enough to legitimately want to avoid carrying.

Then I took her hand, which immediately boosted my heartrate, and pulled her up. I'm not the strongest of guys, but she's not the heaviest of girls, so it wasn't difficult to pull her up. However, I over judged her weight (wishful thinking on my part I suppose), and she stumbled once she was on her feet. With a slight nudge on my part, (she would have fallen anyway, honestly) she fell towards me.

I watched her considerable mass fall towards me with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. I receiver her soft body with great pleasure of course; I felt her heavy breasts and beautifully round belly press against me like pillows of soft flesh. It was a heavenly feeling. However, I then had to worry about the very real threat of being knocked over by the combined weight of her, her backpack, my backpack, and her belly.

I quickly moved a foot behind me, and gave as much of a shove in the opposite direction as I could manage while I was out of balance. Thankfully, that stabilized her, and I felt her weight change from a directional force to a simple presence. A very exciting, sexy presence. I was thankful when she moved off of me without much delay, because I was worried that her belly was at just the wrong height to tell exactly how excited I was.

"Thanks for catching me. Shall we walk to your car now?" She asked. I nodded, a little out of breath, and then walked out of the classroom and towards my car, a 95 luxury sedan, which was plenty roomy even if she was much larger. She sat down with a luxurious sigh; the seat was very comfortable. I put her backpack in the back seat, and then sat down in the driver's seat.

I drove down to Lucky's, which was only three or four miles from the school. I parked right in front of the restaurant, seeing as it was far from a rush time for them, and they weren't the most popular restaurant in town anyway; they were a bit too expensive to draw crowds. I didn't mind though; I had plenty of cash for a first impression. I just wouldn't be able to take her there all the time.

She started to get out of the passenger seat, but I was there offering her a hand before she could get out. "My, aren't you a gentleman?" She said, smiling. Damn, that was a beautiful smile.

"I do try." I said, summoning my own best smile. She walked with me into the restaurant. I suppose this would be a good time to sum up today's outfit. It was summer, so she wasn't dressed heavily- an idea I supported enthusiastically of course- in a tank top and short denim shorts, which showed off plenty of pliable fat for my tastes. Once again though, it struck me that she cared neither for fashion nor hiding her body.

I attempted to sit her down while I went to get food for the two of us, hoping I could use the opportunity to make her eat as much as she could hold, but she refused to put her meal in my hands, and instead showed far more energy than I'd seen in her since elementary school in getting a tray, and then searching for something to eat. She decided on an entire large pizza, which slightly surprised me.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather get more than one kind of food?" I asked, kind of naively, looking back at it.

"No, I'm good with this." And with no further ado, she began to eat. Not being a rude young man, and having only had experience of any kind with girls who preferred to stay thin, I began to eat as well, hoping that if I ate a large meal for me, it would lull her eating the same amount, which surely was a huge meal for her, especially since her belly had looked pre-stuffed before we got there. I of course had no knowledge of the waters I was getting into.