Kate and Jenny

Part 8

Jenny

I was sitting on the couch, flipping through the TV channels. I was trying hard to concentrate on the television and to ignore the terrible cravings I was having. The loud rumbling in my stomach certainly wasn't very helpful. Oh come on! I've already eaten a lot today, so give me a break, will you? My stomach replied with unsatisfied growl. I'm never gonna lose weight like this. I must resist. Unfortunately my will wasn't very strong these days. Once more a rumble echoed through the air. "Alright, alright, you win." I exclaimed standing up.

So what do we have here? Cookies? No. Potato chips? Nah, I don't want potato chips. Chocolate? Nope. Ice-cream? Ice-cream! I took a tub of stracciatella ice-cream from the freezer and returned to watching TV. To be honest I wasn't at all paying attention to what was happening on the screen. I was lost in thoughts while I was gobbling one spoonful of the delicious treat after another.

The feelings of sadness and loneliness were slowly creeping back into my mind. With every passing moment I was becoming a little sadder and it only increased the pace in which I was gorging myself. Sooner than I thought it was possible the tub was empty. I put the empty tub on the table. The cravings and hunger that were bothering me were gone, replaced by a dark void inside me. It felt terrible. I could think of only one way how to fill this void. I stood up and proceeded to take another tub of ice-cream from the freezer. As I was sitting back down on the couch the first tears started to form in my eyes.

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Kate

The bed sheets were soaked in sweat. My head was laid on Mark's shoulder and I was reminiscing about the day so far, especially about the events of the last hour or so. I remembered unbuttoning his shirt while pulling him to his bedroom, his touch on my skin and most of all, the fascinated look on his face when I stood there completely naked and of course 'the thing' that happened next. I thought I had pretty good idea about what to expect from sex, but I was proven wrong. I've never expected it could feel so damn good. At first I was a lot nervous and afraid, but Mark was very gentle and made sure I was comfortable, so the fear and uncertainty were soon swept away.

Random idea popped into my head and I decided to follow it. I think I surprised Mark a little when I sat on him. By the look on his face I knew he liked where the things were going, but I would have known even if I wouldn't be able to see it, because I could feel the effect I had on his lower body. I stretched, thrusting my chest out to emphasize the shape and size of my bosom. I felt his eyesight wandering all over my body and I enjoyed every second of that. I didn't know from where did this newly found confidence came from, but I absolutely loved it. "You like what you see?" "Hmm." He mumbled approvingly, shamelessly staring at my boobs." Who can blame him?

"You know, I've heard that my eyes are beautiful too."

"I already made my choice."

"Is that so? And would you perhaps like a little closer look?" I asked slowly moving closer to his face. "Or perhaps," I took his hands and slowly put them closer and closer towards my breasts. "Perhaps you would like a touch?" As I finished the question I placed his hands on my boobs. Instead of an answer he started to squeeze them and fondle them. They were so sensitive that few light moans were forced out of my lips. He lifted my boobs few times, weighing them in his hands before letting them fall back down. "Wow, those surely are heavy." He stated. Then he let go of my breasts and pulled me closer to him. Our lips locked in a long and passionate kiss. My breaths were becoming rapid and shallow as my lust was slowly but surely starting to overcome me.

The sex didn't last as long as the first time, but I enjoyed it significantly more. I was much more relaxed and I knew better what to do to enhance the pleasure. We were both left breathless still remaining in a tight embrace.