"Stop it! I'm joking!" Cynthia rolled her eyes. "Now, about those pastries...?"
Katie brought the take-out box over to the couch and sat down. Wordlessly, Cynthia opened her mouth. Katie chose the eclair, again, and brought it to her girlfriend's waiting lips.
"Of course you chose the most phallic pastry in the world!" And before Katie could even react, added, "Come on," and opened her mouth, again.
"Mmf! This is so delicious!" Cynthia exclaimed with her mouth full before realizing that some crumbs had fallen onto her shirt. Her braless tits were stretching the front of it out into a convenient shelf. "Oh! I'm making a mess."
Cynthia wiped at some of the crumbs, but only succeeded in smearing chocolate on the shirt. "Ugh. That'll stain."
Innocently, Katie asked, "Do you want me to take your shirt off?"
"Ah! You're smooth," Cynthia commented. "And fast."
"No... I...," Katie turned bright red and stammered.
"Katie-bear, it's okay." Cynthia told her. "But you know what you can do?" Cynthia continued as she pulled the waistband of her boxers down and the hem of her shirt up, "Rub my belly a little?"
Katie looked at her girlfriend's exposed stomach. Over the years, she had seen Cynthia naked more than a few times, but this was different.
So, so very different.
The boxers were pulled far enough down that a few thin wisps of blonde pubic hair were visible. Katie stared at them. She wondered what her new girlfriend's vagina looked like up close. Cynthia always called it her pussy. But what was it like? Katie wondered how it would feel under her probing fingers. She wanted to slide her hand down Cynthia's belly, feeling the silky hair under her hand as her fingers found their way downward. She wanted to gently part the lips and run her fingers over the soft folds of her girlfriend's vagina. "Pussy," she corrected herself.
Katie could feel her own vagina -- pussy -- becoming wet.
She continued thinking about exploring further down Cynthia's pussy. Rubbing her clit. Finally pushing a finger into her best friend. What would it feel like? Katie wondered if it would feel like her own. Would it smell like her own? Would it taste like her own pussy?
Suddenly, Cynthia interrupted her daydream. "Hey! Don't worry. You'll get there." She smiled. "I'm pretty much a sure thing."
Katie instantly turned crimson. She was so embarrassed that her ears burned.
"But first," Cynthia continued, "This belly ain't gonna rub itself." Cynthia gingerly patted her belly.
Thirty minutes later, almost all of the pastries had found their way into Cynthia's overstuffed belly. She was so full that they had to stop. "Oh, my goodness! That was soooo good." She looked at Katie. "Best first date dinner ever."
Cynthia let out a small burp followed by a groan.
Katie sat up straight and smiled down at Cynthia, who had slowly slouched further into the couch.
"I'm so glad that you liked it."
"Loved it," corrected Cynthia with a small hiccup. "Now, help me up. Let's go to bed and start the second part of our first date."
With a little pulling and grunting, the two girls got Cynthia upright. She stood slightly swaying with the extra weight she was carrying in front of her. Her back arched from the pull of her overstuffed belly and this caused her ass to stick out a little further than it normally did and her tits to push up and forward a little extra.
Katie surveyed Cynthia's freshly stuffed body and felt a flutter in her heart and a burning in her pussy. Katie thought Cynthia just glowed. Her belly was so round and smooth and tight while her tits and ass were still so soft and cuddly.
Cynthia raised her arms in a stretch and let out a loud burp that shook her protruding belly and almost caused her to lose her balance. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "Excuse me, again! Let's get me upstairs. I need to lie down or I'm going to fall over."
Katie led the way with Cynthia slowly struggling up the steps, her hand tightly gripping the handrail. She had to pause a couple of times to catch her breath and let out a few small burps, but she finally reached the top of the stairs.
"Ugh! I have never been this stuffed, Katie-bear."
Katie carefully put an arm around her girlfriend's expanded waist, feeling the warm, tight flesh, and guided her down the hall to her bedroom.
Cynthia turned on the light and walked over to the bed. Well, not quite a walk. But not quite a waddle. Yet. Waddling would come later.
She carefully laid herself down and then turned her head to Katie. "So, where should we start? You're the lifelong lesbian. I'm still new to this whole thing."
This was the moment that Katie had dreamed about for years. She couldn't believe that it was happening.
Finally!
"Uh, your boobs, please?"
"First, if you're going to really hang with me, you gotta call them tits. And second, don't be so damn polite about it. If you wanna suck my tits, just suck my damn tits." Cynthia paused, looking at Katie. "Well, do you wanna suck on 'em?"
"Yes."
"Then come on over here," Cynthia patted the bed next to her. "And I am going to apologize up front. I'm not gonna be a lot of help, here. I ate too much and I can barely move. But I'll make it up to you next time, I promise, Katie-bear."
"That's fine." Katie sat down. Then paused. "Actually, I have fantasized about your boobs -- sorry, tits -- for so long. This is so amazing. In my fantasy, you're lying in bed and you just let me touch and lick and fondle and suck on your boobs -- tits, sorry -- and nipples and you just let me do whatever I want to them. So, you don't have to lift a finger at all. I'll do everything."
"Well, here's to fulfilling all of our fantasies!"
Katie smiled so wide it almost hurt.
Carefully pulling Cynthia's T-shirt up trying her best not to jostle her overstuffed belly, Katie gazed at her tits. She had seen them before, of course, but now she was seeing them for the very first time as Cynthia's girlfriend. She didn't feel like she had to steal quick, secretive glances anymore. She could rightfully look at them, now. She could openly lust after them, now.
The pale skin had an almost golden glow. Katie stared at the gentle slope of the sides. The thin, faint blue veins spidering across her breasts all seemed to draw attention to her nipples. Her nipples were hard and rounded and plump with large, slightly oval areolas surrounding them. Their dark pink color was a stark contrast to the light skin surrounding them.
Katie placed shaky fingers under one tit, slowly lifting it. Feeling the heft of it in her hand. Just staring at it. Almost unable to bring her fantasy to life.
Lying back with her head propped up on two pillows, Cynthia watched her friend with great interest. And not a small amount of love. Although she did want to get this show on the road, her own pussy had been on fire since the first bite of dinner and was in desperate need of attention, Cynthia wanted Katie to go at her own pace and enjoy her fantasy come true.
After a few more moments, Katie lowered her head and tentatively touched the tip on one of Cynthia's nipples with the tip of her own tongue. Instantly, Cynthia gasped and inhaled causing her nipple to press against Katie's tongue. This thrilled Katie. To realize that their first sexual touch might mean as much to Cynthia as it meant to her was just overwhelming.
Katie felt an electric jolt when Cynthia gently placed a hand against her lower back. The electric jolt seemed to shoot from her back to her tongue and down to her dripping pussy all at once. Katie pushed Cynthia's breast up and sucked the entire nipple into her mouth. Cynthia moaned with pleasure, feeling electric jolts of her own.
Delicately sucking Cynthia's fat nipple, Katie flicked at it with her tongue while caressing and ever so lightly dragging her fingernails across the bulging side of her tit. Cynthia always thought that she preferred it rough -- hell, she had stuffed a giant cucumber up inside her until it felt like she was going to split in half -- but Katie's sensitive, tender, loving touch was driving her wild.
Behind her closed eyelids, Cynthia's eyes were crossed with sexual exhilaration. "As slow as this is going, how the fuck am I gonna last without losing my mind?" she thought to herself. But she was more than willing to give it a try.
Just then, Katie let go of Cynthia's nipple. Cynthia looked down and saw a small string of clear saliva connecting her strawberry-colored nipple to Katie's thin, pale lips. It just hung there for a moment, then was gone. Katie licked her lips and Cynthia didn't think she had ever seen anything sexier in her life, and she had watched a lot of porn!
Catching her breath, Katie's lips parted and the tiniest tip of her tongue showed. She started to bend back down, when Cynthia asked, "Hey, honey?"
Without straightening up, Katie turned to look at her. "Yes?" A wisp of Katie's straight, brown hair floated down and brushed against Cynthia's sensitive nipple causing her to sudder.
"Would you take your shirt off?"
In an instant, Katie had pulled it up and over her head. She sat there holding it bunched up on her lap.
Cynthia looked at her girlfriend's upper body. Slim. Her skin was smooth, but darker-toned than her own. Narrow shoulders. Thin but strong arms. Athletic due to almost fifteen years in competitive gymnastics. Skinny but not boney in the least. Slender. As she sat there, her body exuded a calm grace.
