A continuation of my story surrounding the lives of Adrienne Holder and Steve Thornson.
Note - this is my first public posting of any of my written content. Please give me some slack if there is something which you do not like or approve of. Comments, thoughts, suggestions and the like are always welcome. All characters, situations and plot lines are strictly fictitious and based on nothing real. If you notice any spelling or grammatical errors also please let me know as I have not fully revised this story. If you are looking for a sex based story, look elsewhere, for the time being I like the flow of this story to much to turn it into a sexual escapade. Thanks and tell me what you guys think!
Link to the first two chapters here http://preggophilia.com/adrienne-and-steve-part-1-t
CH 3 – After meeting at Adrienne’s apartment, she and I proceeded to head back to my Silverado to begin our trip to Glendive. As we approached the first set of stairs down from her second floor apartment I stopped on the landing.
“Why did you stop dear?” Adrienne asked me.
“Do you need any help down the stairs Adrienne?” I asked very bashfully.
She laughed and patted her belly. “I’m just pregnant Steve, I’m not handicapped or anything.”
“I know.” I replied quickly. “I just worry about you and care about you. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
“I’ll be fine” Adrienne insisted. “Besides, look at how high they are still sitting. These babies aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.” She turned to the side and pushed her arms outwards against the sides of her belly to show to me how high they were.
I grabbed her hand and began leading her down the stairs. “If I am going too fast or you would like a break just let me know, okay?”
“It’s cute that you care so much Steve, but really, I will be fine.” She said, now following me down the stairs and towards the parking lot. On the landing between the first and second floors, we stopped to let a blonde woman in her mid-thirties pass us.
“Hello ma’am” I said kindly making small talk.
“Oh hello to you both. My you are looking like quite a whale dear” she said in a condescending tone faced in Adrienne’s direction. “Best of luck to you both, a pair of young parents like yourself will need all the help they can get! How many are you having dear, two, three, my, you are much too big to be having one.”
“Excuse me ma’am?” I said in a very angry tone. “Adrienne I will meet you out in the truck, this woman needs a serious talking to.”
“Steve really, it is not big deal, I am sure she meant it in a nice way.”
“No really Adrienne, I need to have a few words with her, this shouldn’t take long.” I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and helped her down the stairs and into the truck before returning to the insulting blonde.
“Excuse me ma’am, where do you come off acting like that? My girlfriend is almost nine months pregnant as a surrogate for her sister and her husband who cannot conceive themselves, and you want to wish us the “best of luck because a pair of young parents like yourself will need all the help they can get.” Do you have any idea how ignorant and idiotic you sound? You really shouldn’t judge everyone based on their physical attributes or the circumstances which they are put in, of which you have no understanding. You have no knowledge as to me or my girlfriends situation, so hopefully in future you can learn to maybe think before you open your damn mouth, or better yet, don’t open your mouth at all! Thanks and have a wonderful night!” I stormed out of the stairwell steaming, slamming the door behind me before she could get in a response. I walked back across the parking lot and met Adrienne in my Silverado. I turned to her from in the driver’s seat and sighed.
“Babe, I am so sorry that happened to you. You are the opposite of any whale which she may claim you to be. You are a beautiful, voluptuous, not to mention sexy woman who is growing two lives inside of her. If that doesn’t make you amazing, I don’t know what does.” I took my hand and pulled up her tank top halfway, exposing the bottom half of her perfect creamy spherical belly, as well as a hint of what was a pair of orange panties. I continued and ran my hand along the underside of her belly and the top of her panty line. She let out a quick squeal of pleasure and then turned back to me.
“I wasn’t expecting that.” She said softly with a clearly aroused smile. “I can see you are feeling a little bit turned on yourself.” She took her hand and rubbed it over my crotch. It was true, ever since Adrienne became pregnant; I became more attracted to her than ever. I couldn’t take it anymore. I leaned over the center council and pulled into a more aggressive kiss. She wrapped her arms around me and we had a mad make-out session like two sex crazed 15 year old kids who had never kissed before. I kissed her passionately while taking one hand over every square inch of her beautiful belly and the other cradling her neck while in-between kisses she would took her tongue and ran it up and down the inside of my neck. After about ten minutes, she pulled away to catch her breath. We were both panting like a couple of dogs left out on a hot summer day with no water or shade.
“Damn” she said in-between her breaths. “That was almost better than sex!”
“Almost” I managed to blurt out in-between my huffs. “Holy hell you are good. You are like a wizard with your tongue.”
“A sexy pregnant wizard?” She laughed and gave me a sly smile.
“You’re a dork.”
“A sexy pregnant dork?” She repeated in the same tone as before with the same sly smile.
“A sexy pregnant dork.” I repeated, and kissed her. “Come on, let’s get out of here before the sun gets too low. Some of these drivers are crazy at night. If we make good time we can get to Glendive by ten.”
I pulled the Silverado out of the lot and into the street. With that, our uncertain journey to my parents for spring break had begun.
CH 4 – The four hour drive between Billings and Glendive went about at uneventful as it could have. Traffic was light for the most part with the exception of some slight congestion and a short section of road construction near Miles City. The drive home however, was the least of my concerns. Thoughts of how my parents would react to Adrienne’s pregnancy flooded through my mind during the entire trip.
Stan Thomson, my father, met Kimberly Webster, my mother, in 1985 at Glendive high school as a senior. The two became what many would call your typical high school sweethearts, and in 1987 after getting a job as a Service Technician for a utility provider in Glendive, he popped the question to my mother. The two were married in 1988 in a small Catholic church on the west side of town. My brother Andrew was born in 1990, I was born in 1991.
Being devowed traditional Christians; the two of them had tried very hard to instill values of celibacy and purity to me. I never really bought it. Their hardcore Christian values had made it even harder for me to disclose my pregnancy fetish to them. When I finally admitted to them that I had an affinity to pregnant women when I turned 16, they practically disbanded me from family. Premarital sex was something that they despised, and the thought of their son wanting to have sex with a woman pregnant with someone else’s child nearly drove my parents wild.
To make matters worse, when Adrienne did become pregnant with Emily and Ross’ children, I never had the chance to explain the situation to my parents as I had gotten a job working for an engineering firm near Billings. With a full load following my summer of work, and some temporary employment over the Christmas holiday, the last time my parents had had a chance to see me was over eight months. Phone service in the mountains also is notoriously poor, and being my parents are purists to the landline, getting a call through longer than four or five minutes was near impossible. Being my parents knew of my pregnancy fetish, after seeing Adrienne in her current ripening state, they would immediately assume that I tricked her into getting pregnant to satisfy my own sexual desires. Although the farthest was from the truth, my parents were the type that were so set into their own beliefs that they often times refused to accept any other. I genuinely hoped that I could pull my parents aside to attempt to explain the situation before they jumped to any conclusion.
Adrienne and I pulled into Glendive slightly after ten PM. Although long set, the smallest glimmers of orange and pink from the sun bounced off of the snow covered whitecaps of the Rocky Mountains. The sky was dark, but not without light. Shades of green and blue bounced off of the skyline of Glendive as the Aurora Borealis gleamed against the horizon. One could not ask for a more beautiful night.
I pulled the Silverado into my parent’s long concrete driveway. The reflection of the headlights bounced back off of the newly installed white vinyl garage door. The door was so clean that you could clearly make out small golden Chevy bowties in the creases on the paneling. I cut the lights.
“It looks like my dad finally got that new garage door installed. Took him long enough, he has been meaning to do it for five years now.”
Adrienne placed her hand on my forearm and gently rubbed it. “Your parents have a nice house, I sure hope they are as nice as their house is.”
“Listen Adrienne, as you already know, my parents are… how you say… crazy Christians. And I haven’t been able to explain your pregnancy to them yet. I hope they are as understanding and accepting normal people would be, but I cannot guarantee anything. I am going to try to talk some sense into them, but don’t be surprised if shit hits the fan.”
She glared at me momentarily “I’m sure everything will be fine. Let’s go inside, it is getting chilly out here.”
“I hope you are right” I said in a disbelieving tone. I pulled the keys out of the ignition, hopped out of the driver’s side of the truck, walked around the front, and opened the passengers door. I put my arm out to help support Adrienne as she exited the truck, but in a quick series of nimble agile movements, she jumped out of the passenger’s seat, off the running boards and onto the concrete pavement before I could offer my assistance.
She smiled at me, “Like I said before Steve, I’m just pregnant, not handicapped.”
I took her arm and we walked across the short cobblestone walk attaching my parents garage to their spacious, white ranch style house. We walked up a few concrete steps and stopped at the large ornate glass door with red and blue textured lines on it. I fumbled for my keys with my free hand while I held Adrienne close around my other. After a few unsuccessful attempts, I found the right key – the petite single cut metallic key with the word “ilco” in small italic letters. I inserted the key into the thick brass keyhole and turned it to the right. Click. The door was unlocked. My heart raced. What will my parents think? Is this really the right time to introduce them to Adrienne? What if they don’t like her? Well there was only one way to find out. I opened the thick glass door and prayed to whatever omnipotent god may live up in the heavens for just a minute amount of understanding and acceptance on the part of my parents.
Note - this is my first public posting of any of my written content. Please give me some slack if there is something which you do not like or approve of. Comments, thoughts, suggestions and the like are always welcome. All characters, situations and plot lines are strictly fictitious and based on nothing real. If you notice any spelling or grammatical errors also please let me know as I have not fully revised this story. If you are looking for a sex based story, look elsewhere, for the time being I like the flow of this story to much to turn it into a sexual escapade. Thanks and tell me what you guys think!
Link to the first two chapters here http://preggophilia.com/adrienne-and-steve-part-1-t
CH 3 – After meeting at Adrienne’s apartment, she and I proceeded to head back to my Silverado to begin our trip to Glendive. As we approached the first set of stairs down from her second floor apartment I stopped on the landing.
“Why did you stop dear?” Adrienne asked me.
“Do you need any help down the stairs Adrienne?” I asked very bashfully.
She laughed and patted her belly. “I’m just pregnant Steve, I’m not handicapped or anything.”
“I know.” I replied quickly. “I just worry about you and care about you. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
“I’ll be fine” Adrienne insisted. “Besides, look at how high they are still sitting. These babies aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.” She turned to the side and pushed her arms outwards against the sides of her belly to show to me how high they were.
I grabbed her hand and began leading her down the stairs. “If I am going too fast or you would like a break just let me know, okay?”
“It’s cute that you care so much Steve, but really, I will be fine.” She said, now following me down the stairs and towards the parking lot. On the landing between the first and second floors, we stopped to let a blonde woman in her mid-thirties pass us.
“Hello ma’am” I said kindly making small talk.
“Oh hello to you both. My you are looking like quite a whale dear” she said in a condescending tone faced in Adrienne’s direction. “Best of luck to you both, a pair of young parents like yourself will need all the help they can get! How many are you having dear, two, three, my, you are much too big to be having one.”
“Excuse me ma’am?” I said in a very angry tone. “Adrienne I will meet you out in the truck, this woman needs a serious talking to.”
“Steve really, it is not big deal, I am sure she meant it in a nice way.”
“No really Adrienne, I need to have a few words with her, this shouldn’t take long.” I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and helped her down the stairs and into the truck before returning to the insulting blonde.
“Excuse me ma’am, where do you come off acting like that? My girlfriend is almost nine months pregnant as a surrogate for her sister and her husband who cannot conceive themselves, and you want to wish us the “best of luck because a pair of young parents like yourself will need all the help they can get.” Do you have any idea how ignorant and idiotic you sound? You really shouldn’t judge everyone based on their physical attributes or the circumstances which they are put in, of which you have no understanding. You have no knowledge as to me or my girlfriends situation, so hopefully in future you can learn to maybe think before you open your damn mouth, or better yet, don’t open your mouth at all! Thanks and have a wonderful night!” I stormed out of the stairwell steaming, slamming the door behind me before she could get in a response. I walked back across the parking lot and met Adrienne in my Silverado. I turned to her from in the driver’s seat and sighed.
“Babe, I am so sorry that happened to you. You are the opposite of any whale which she may claim you to be. You are a beautiful, voluptuous, not to mention sexy woman who is growing two lives inside of her. If that doesn’t make you amazing, I don’t know what does.” I took my hand and pulled up her tank top halfway, exposing the bottom half of her perfect creamy spherical belly, as well as a hint of what was a pair of orange panties. I continued and ran my hand along the underside of her belly and the top of her panty line. She let out a quick squeal of pleasure and then turned back to me.
“I wasn’t expecting that.” She said softly with a clearly aroused smile. “I can see you are feeling a little bit turned on yourself.” She took her hand and rubbed it over my crotch. It was true, ever since Adrienne became pregnant; I became more attracted to her than ever. I couldn’t take it anymore. I leaned over the center council and pulled into a more aggressive kiss. She wrapped her arms around me and we had a mad make-out session like two sex crazed 15 year old kids who had never kissed before. I kissed her passionately while taking one hand over every square inch of her beautiful belly and the other cradling her neck while in-between kisses she would took her tongue and ran it up and down the inside of my neck. After about ten minutes, she pulled away to catch her breath. We were both panting like a couple of dogs left out on a hot summer day with no water or shade.
“Damn” she said in-between her breaths. “That was almost better than sex!”
“Almost” I managed to blurt out in-between my huffs. “Holy hell you are good. You are like a wizard with your tongue.”
“A sexy pregnant wizard?” She laughed and gave me a sly smile.
“You’re a dork.”
“A sexy pregnant dork?” She repeated in the same tone as before with the same sly smile.
“A sexy pregnant dork.” I repeated, and kissed her. “Come on, let’s get out of here before the sun gets too low. Some of these drivers are crazy at night. If we make good time we can get to Glendive by ten.”
I pulled the Silverado out of the lot and into the street. With that, our uncertain journey to my parents for spring break had begun.
CH 4 – The four hour drive between Billings and Glendive went about at uneventful as it could have. Traffic was light for the most part with the exception of some slight congestion and a short section of road construction near Miles City. The drive home however, was the least of my concerns. Thoughts of how my parents would react to Adrienne’s pregnancy flooded through my mind during the entire trip.
Stan Thomson, my father, met Kimberly Webster, my mother, in 1985 at Glendive high school as a senior. The two became what many would call your typical high school sweethearts, and in 1987 after getting a job as a Service Technician for a utility provider in Glendive, he popped the question to my mother. The two were married in 1988 in a small Catholic church on the west side of town. My brother Andrew was born in 1990, I was born in 1991.
Being devowed traditional Christians; the two of them had tried very hard to instill values of celibacy and purity to me. I never really bought it. Their hardcore Christian values had made it even harder for me to disclose my pregnancy fetish to them. When I finally admitted to them that I had an affinity to pregnant women when I turned 16, they practically disbanded me from family. Premarital sex was something that they despised, and the thought of their son wanting to have sex with a woman pregnant with someone else’s child nearly drove my parents wild.
To make matters worse, when Adrienne did become pregnant with Emily and Ross’ children, I never had the chance to explain the situation to my parents as I had gotten a job working for an engineering firm near Billings. With a full load following my summer of work, and some temporary employment over the Christmas holiday, the last time my parents had had a chance to see me was over eight months. Phone service in the mountains also is notoriously poor, and being my parents are purists to the landline, getting a call through longer than four or five minutes was near impossible. Being my parents knew of my pregnancy fetish, after seeing Adrienne in her current ripening state, they would immediately assume that I tricked her into getting pregnant to satisfy my own sexual desires. Although the farthest was from the truth, my parents were the type that were so set into their own beliefs that they often times refused to accept any other. I genuinely hoped that I could pull my parents aside to attempt to explain the situation before they jumped to any conclusion.
Adrienne and I pulled into Glendive slightly after ten PM. Although long set, the smallest glimmers of orange and pink from the sun bounced off of the snow covered whitecaps of the Rocky Mountains. The sky was dark, but not without light. Shades of green and blue bounced off of the skyline of Glendive as the Aurora Borealis gleamed against the horizon. One could not ask for a more beautiful night.
I pulled the Silverado into my parent’s long concrete driveway. The reflection of the headlights bounced back off of the newly installed white vinyl garage door. The door was so clean that you could clearly make out small golden Chevy bowties in the creases on the paneling. I cut the lights.
“It looks like my dad finally got that new garage door installed. Took him long enough, he has been meaning to do it for five years now.”
Adrienne placed her hand on my forearm and gently rubbed it. “Your parents have a nice house, I sure hope they are as nice as their house is.”
“Listen Adrienne, as you already know, my parents are… how you say… crazy Christians. And I haven’t been able to explain your pregnancy to them yet. I hope they are as understanding and accepting normal people would be, but I cannot guarantee anything. I am going to try to talk some sense into them, but don’t be surprised if shit hits the fan.”
She glared at me momentarily “I’m sure everything will be fine. Let’s go inside, it is getting chilly out here.”
“I hope you are right” I said in a disbelieving tone. I pulled the keys out of the ignition, hopped out of the driver’s side of the truck, walked around the front, and opened the passengers door. I put my arm out to help support Adrienne as she exited the truck, but in a quick series of nimble agile movements, she jumped out of the passenger’s seat, off the running boards and onto the concrete pavement before I could offer my assistance.
She smiled at me, “Like I said before Steve, I’m just pregnant, not handicapped.”
I took her arm and we walked across the short cobblestone walk attaching my parents garage to their spacious, white ranch style house. We walked up a few concrete steps and stopped at the large ornate glass door with red and blue textured lines on it. I fumbled for my keys with my free hand while I held Adrienne close around my other. After a few unsuccessful attempts, I found the right key – the petite single cut metallic key with the word “ilco” in small italic letters. I inserted the key into the thick brass keyhole and turned it to the right. Click. The door was unlocked. My heart raced. What will my parents think? Is this really the right time to introduce them to Adrienne? What if they don’t like her? Well there was only one way to find out. I opened the thick glass door and prayed to whatever omnipotent god may live up in the heavens for just a minute amount of understanding and acceptance on the part of my parents.
