Dave sighed heavily and turned in his chair towards the door. He sat for a moment. He wasn't hungry, but he really wanted to see her. He could already picture her soft form and round edges. With that, he got up and fast - walked to the kitchen. He pulled open the fridge and there she was, that beautiful sandwich he'd fallen in love with 20 minutes ago. He'd first laid his eyes upon her at his local Subway. The way she was put together with the delicate care she deserved sent butterflies to his stomache. He'd gotten home and put her away to think about how he felt for her. He knew he loved her, and he wanted to take things to the next step, but he didn't know if she was ready. So he decided to talk to her about it. He lifted her up into his hand, the thin wrapper crinkling with a greeting to him. He walked back to his room and sat down, staring at her for a long moment before speaking. "I've loved you ever since we met. I just can't contain these feelings any more." He paused, looking at the sandwich deeply and emotionally. He smiled and stroked her side. "I know, I know. But, do you love me? Are you ready for this?" The sandwich nodded and Dave began lightly peeling the wrapper from her. "I'll make you as comfortable as possible." He said kindly, dropping the wrapper to the floor and studying her. "You're beautiful." He said as he planted soft kisses along her crusts. He stopped a bit and nodded. "Okay, okay. We can get right to it if that's what you want." He set her down, facing him and quickly unzipped his pants, pulling them down his legs along with his boxers to rest in a pool at his ankles. He picked the sandwich up again and smiled, adjusting his hands and positioning her around his erection. He began pumping slowly, letting out a soft sigh. "God, your buns are amazing." He groaned out, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. He pushed her down onto his dick a bit faster, seeing as he had her permission. He panted and suddenly moaned out, squeezing lightly at the sandwich around him as he released into her, coating her lettuse and tomatoes. He slid her off and looked at her, adjusting her bread a bit and smiling. "I think you should get some rest." After putting his pants back on and wrapping her up, he walked back into the kitchen and opened the fridge. "Good night, lovely." He said before he set her inside and closed the door.
Dave awoke slowly the next morning and walked out into the living room, seeing John was already up. He plopped down next to his roommate and asked what he was watching. "I don't know, some movie I found while eating." John said, picking up the remote and beginning to surf the channels randomly. "What did you eat?" Dave asked curriously. "Just some sandwich I found in the fridge." John replied plainly, still looking at the television. A look of horror spread over Dave's face as John looked over. "What? I opened up the sandwich and there was mayo on it. I know you hate mayo so I assumed it was for me." Then, Dave's face went pale as he got up and walked back to his room.