Chapter 16

Horror-stricken, Katie shrunk back. “I just want you to be happy.”

Cynthia lovingly looked at her friend and told her, “I am happy. Happier than I’ve ever been. I think I’ve loved you all along. I’m sad that I never saw it before, but thrilled that you did and finally woke me up!”

With misty eyes, Katie looked at Cynthia.

“But for this to work, you have to realize that we’re equals. Sure, I’m loud and obnoxious and bossy, but I truly love you and just want you to be happy, Katie-bear.”

A small tear escaped one of Katie’s eyes and she smiled. “I’ve always loved when you call me that.”

“Where did that nickname come from, anyway?”

“I don’t know,” Katie said, “But when you say it, it makes me feel so warm inside.”

“Then I’ll make sure that I say it a lot!” Cynthia told her friend – her girlfriend – she corrected herself. “You know what? I have an idea. If you really want to feed me some of these pastries, let’s get them boxed up and go to my place. And that will give me a bit of time to digest some of that dinner. And if you really insist on waiting on me hand and foot, then I’ll allow it!” With a wink, adding, “Katie-bear.”

When they got to Cynthia’s apartment, she told her friend, “Katie, hun, I need to get into something more comfortable. These fucking pants are killing me.”

Old habits die hard and Katie immediately went into “please everyone” mode. “Can I get you anything? Do you need any help?”

“Well, if you insist,” Cynthia grinned before adding, “Hey! Are you just trying to get me out of my pants!”

Turning bright red, Katie looked at the floor.

“Just kidding. Just kidding. But, yes, a little help would be great.”

A few minutes later, Cynthia was sprawled out on the couch in an old T-shirt and pair of baggy boxer shorts.

“Oh, man! That feels better. My fat tummy can breathe, now.”

“Your stomach’s not fat,” Katie commented.

“No. Luckily, somehow, I do actually have a waist. A little less of a waist right now ... But by tomorrow all this,” Cynthia gently patted her stomach, “Will, be tits and ass.”

Katie looked at her girlfriend’s rolling breasts, now unrestrained by her constricting bra. “Fine with me!”

“See, there’s a disgusting pig in there, somewhere,” Cynthia said. “I’m surprised you didn’t try anything while getting me changed.”

Worriedly, Katie answered, “Was I supposed to? Is that what you wanted?”

“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.