Bellysex (part 1)

Chapter 2 - 2

Joe put his mobile back in his pocket and grinned broadly, almost shaking with excitement. He had had two replies to his advert, and with El out of town for two whole weeks visiting her parents, he was greatly anticipating meeting these fat girls. Both had sounded uninhibited and fun, and he had been unable to resist the temptation to invite them both over at the same time. Gemma, who had been the first to reply, had just called to say she'd reached town and to get directions to his house, and Nicole had done the same some twenty minutes ago. It was eight o'clock and the last rays of the summer sun, still golden and warm, were slanting through the large windows. He had invited Nicole and Gemma over for drinks and nibbles, but the 'nibbles' on the table constituted an impressive spread.

Joe jumped as the doorbell chimed. He didn't remember ever being this nervous on a date; but this one, he smiled to himself, was certainly something a bit different. He had had a sly appreciation for plumper girls for years, but had never got up the courage to date one, fearing what his friends might say. The personal column had given him an opportunity to explore this slightly unusual facet of his sexuality, and he was hugely excited about tonight.

Opening the door, he was met with the sight of both girls standing chatting outside. They had evidently arrived simultaneously and seemed to be getting on very well. After the introductions had been made, Joe invited the girls in and was able to get a good look at them as he poured their drinks; a dry martini for Nicole and a glass of red wine for Gemma. The former was only about five foot three with rich dark hair and a cheeky, dimpled smile. She wore a thin, light blue rollneck sweater, stretched tight across her full breasts and showing signs of straining around her cute little potbelly. Her movements were quick yet smooth, and she too seemed rather nervous. She was wearing dark bootcut jeans, and her bottom was quite small but pleasingly round. Gemma was the more outgoing of the two and slightly fatter, with a ready laugh that shook her wavy auburn hair and made her plump little breasts jiggle bra-less inside her pink strappy top. Her fat stomach peeked cheekily out from underneath it, pink and soft and overhanging her black skirt by a couple of inches.

The three chatted easily, making a steady onslaught on the heaped plates of finger-food that Joe had laid on. It turned out the girls had never used the personal ads before either, as Gemma had just come out of a long relationship and Nicole had been busy with a degree (and doubtless had no trouble finding men at university). Nicole, it seemed, had only gained weight recently and was a little self-conscious about her new curves; Gemma, meanwhile, said she had always been a chubby girl and loved it. The alcohol flowed freely, Joe making occasional trips to get himself another beer and to replenish the girls' glasses. Eventually Gemma sat back lazily in her armchair and licked a little guacamole from her finger as she swallowed the last of the nachos. Then she placed both her hands upon her fat gut, her top riding up over the swollen mound of soft flesh, and rubbed it gently.

"I'm so stuffed," she groaned. "You said it was just nibbles so I ate before I came out, but all this is soo good..."

"I've got an idea," giggled Nicole tipsily. "You guys now how to play Ring of Fire? It's a drinking game we used to play a lot in the first year at uni."

Joe had played before with his mates, but Gemma, it turned out, wasn't familiar with the game. The drinks were replenished and the playing cards spread in a circle on the table, and as the game began Gemma soon got the hang of it. Since she was a beginner, however, she made rather more mistakes than the others did, and as a result she was soon in a fairly advanced state of drunkenness.

It was her turn and she drew the nine of spades.

"What does a 9 do again?" she asked. Having been reminded that it was a Rule Card, she thought for just a few seconds before grinning broadly and issuing her new rule: "For every finger of your beverage that you consume, you must remove an item of clothing."

Joe and Nicole shot a slightly embarrassed glance at each other; but even though Gemma was in a worse state, they were still both intoxicated enough to play along. Joe, at any rate, wasn't going to turn down a chance to see this pair of plumpers in less clothing. Nicole was the first victim of the new ruling, as Joe drew a seven next and she lost the ensuing game. She removed a single shoe. Next she nominated Gemma for four fingers, having drawn the four of clubs. Joe had calculated that Gemma was only, in fact, wearing seven items of clothing (if, that is, she was wearing knickers), and these four accounted nicely for her shoes and stockings.

After this the girls began to gang up on Joe, so that within a few rounds he was sitting in his boxers trying desperately to keep his concentration, as it were, in the face of their ever-increasing nudity. Nicole had been forced to remove her jeans and jumper, leaving her in black knickers and a tight floral-patterned top that lovingly hugged her sexy round paunch and showed off her deep cleavage. Gemma, meanwhile, reclined in her chair wearing a pink thong that matched her top, with her quivering pink belly protruding between the two pink garments.

It was Nicole's turn and she drew the first King of the game. "Ooh, I get to set the dare!" she squealed. Then a sultry look spread over her alcohol-flushed face, and her eyes twinkled with sexy mischief. "Whosoever draws the fourth and final King", she declared in a faux-official tone, "Must thereupon give head to a player of his or her choice!" at which she collapsed in a fit of giggles.

Gemma shrieked with laughter while Joe's eyes widened. "Is this the kind of thing you got up to at uni?" he asked incredulously.

"Well no, but we're all adults now...Of course, if you're not up for the dare..."

Joe shook his head feverishly and inwardly blessed his luck.

Gemma followed by drawing the Ace of diamonds; one more finger. She ran her hands slowly down her plump torso, over those cute round boobs and over her corpulent midriff, then lazily, with tantalising slowness, began to slide the pink top upwards, its shiny fabric wrinkling over her flesh. A fold of fat above her rounded stomach was revealed, and then the bottoms of her breasts. One small pink nipple popped out from underneath the material, and then the other, and then the garment was finally removed and dropped on the floor. Staring at her plump body, so soft and rounded and yet nowhere saggy, Joe was unable to contain himself and a significant bulge began to throb in his boxers. Once again the plump girl ran her hands over the bulges of fat, massaging and squeezing her belly, which rose and fell softly with her breathing.

"Your go, Joe," Gemma reminded him with a sexy smile.