"Oof," she said tiredly, and placed a hand on her stomach, making it clear that it was full and rounder under the t-shirt, "goddammit, why're your burgers so good, kid?"
He smiled and shrugged again. He had learned to cook for himself very early, because his father rarely bothered to do so, and it was finally paying out.
"Damn, you're really pretty, do you know that?" he said, not noticing how drunk he was.
She laughed, and added:
"I was wondering when you'd spill your beans."
"That day at the concert, you looked so fucking beautiful, I wanted to talk to you, but I figured you'd have a boyfriend for sure."
"And I did, but then I got fat. Ha!" she laughed sarcastically, chugging on a bottle of beer after.
"Hey, come on, you're not that fat."
"Used to be not fat at all, now look at this," she said, raising the t-shirt, showing her round midsection shamelessly.
She was wearing gym shorts, which held snugly to her thick thighs. Her pot belly sat comfortably in the middle, looking firm and full as she tapped on it. He went all red, it seemed impossible to hide it then, and when she noticed she laughed very loudly.
"Shit, kid, I'm sorry, it's our first date and I'm showing you my fat belly already, now I don't blame you if you run... burp... away."
"Our first date?" he asked, making sure he'd heard correctly.
"Oh, did I say date? Must be the booze talking," she scoffed, absentmindedly, all the while she was caressing her soft belly.
They drank some more, and after a while they were both seated on the floor, talking slightly closer to each other. She did her best to deviate from his gaze, but she was feeling it too. Sure, he was younger, but he was also handsome, she thought to herself. And the worst part was that he did not realize he was. His hair was nice, shiny brown in a wavy mullet, and his eyes were green. He had a very young face, she thought, and suddenly she said:
"Lemme see your ID."
"What?"
"I'm serious. Now."
He grabbed it from his leather jacket, taking it out in the process, exposing his fit arms.
"Oh yeah, you're really eighteen."
"Of course I am!" he laughed loudly, "what are you, a narc?"
She kissed him suddenly, the cold of the piercing of her thick lips touching his, and suddenly her hands were on his hips, and all her weight was warmly piling on top of him. His hands went straight to her round ass, and while she was busy almost devouring his lips, he jiggled her thick thighs. They rolled over, almost hitting the coffee table full of beer bottles, and then she took out her shorts. She had recently shaved her pubic hair, and he started licking her pussy. His hands caressed her pink hardened nipples, and she moaned profusely. They made love there for some time, and when they had both cummed she added heavy-breathing:
"Fuck... huff... I shouldn't have... hah... dropped out of the gym."