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Cheryl
by Dark Halo
I almost didn’t answer the phone when it rang. It was my parents’ house, so it wasn’t for me. Mom and Dad were out of town on vacation for a week. I volunteered to watch the house for them, since I could stay there for a few days instead of at my apartment. It was early afternoon, and I was working on Dad’s computer. He had some problems with a program he installed, so I was trying to fix it up as a surprise.
After the second ring I remembered it might be my mother’s friend from work. I made a mad dash for the phone and grabbed it just after the third ring.
"Hello!" I exclaimed, catching my breath.
"Hi," said a female voice. "Is this Kevin?"
"Yes, who’s calling?"
"I’m Cheryl, your mother’s co-worker. She said you’d be there."
"Yes, she mentioned you might call. Hi!"
Mom had told me Cheryl might call to come use the pool. Mom had offered the use of the pool to her, and said it would be nice if I could let her in the house and be around to help. I reassured her that it wouldn’t be a problem, and the company would be welcome. Otherwise, I’d be alone the entire week. Even though she was one of my mother’s friends, any company is better than none.
"Is now a good time to come over?" she asked.
"Now is fine. Do you need directions?"
"Nope, Becky gave them to me."
"Becky?" It was funny to hear my mother’s name as "Becky." Her name is Rebecca. It sounded stately when she answered her office phone with "Rebecca Morgan." "Becky," sounded like a schoolyard name. I was amused at the thought. "I don’t believe I’ve ever heard her called ‘Becky.’"
"Well, I let her call me Cher, which I normally hate. So it’s an even trade."
I grinned. "I’ll remember not to call you Cher, then. Come on over whenever you’re ready."
We said our good-byes, and I hung up.
I decided that I could use a dip in the pool myself, so I went upstairs to get changed.
* * *
I had just finished getting into my swim trunks when I heard the doorbell. As I walked down the stairs, I saw Cheryl looking in one of the tinted side windows next to the door. She was smiling and waving. I waved back enthusiastically to indicate I saw her. Though the window was hard to see through, she appeared to be about my age. I didn’t expect that. I thought she’d be my mother’s age. She had long, red wavy hair, and a heart-shaped face. I found myself hoping that the rest of her was as beautiful.
I opened the front door to and began to say hi, but all that came out was a squeak. I was dumbstruck by her beauty. I saw so much in a few seconds.
She was looking at me with mossy green eyes that glittered in the sunlight. Her full, juicy lips were drawn back over pearly teeth to form a warm, heart-stopping smile. Her rich, red hair cascaded down around her face and hovered just above her shoulders. Her complexion was fair, with a sanguine touch. My eyes traveled downward to her white tank top. It was straining to keep her large, ripe breasts in place. Though they were big, her breasts were dwarfed by her very pregnant belly. Her top stretched tightly over her luscious abdomen, peaking at her navel with a small, grape-sized bulge. Green cut-offs hugged her curvaceous hips, and, I would later learn, her generous, firm bottom. Her legs were muscular, and reminded me of a healthy mare. I even remember her sandals in that brief moment, gracefully wrapping delicate toes with crimson nail polish.
A slender, well-toned arm was holding a travel bag slung over her shoulder. Her other hand was resting casually on her belly.
I have always been attracted to pregnant women. I’ve collected pictures and video clips of pregnant women, and have been lucky to be near a few. Cheryl topped everything I had ever seen. She was a delectable, overripe fruit. She was the pure embodiment of womanhood. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I couldn’t speak.
As I said, all of this occurred in the space of a few seconds. Inwardly, I felt frozen in time. Outwardly, I appeared merely caught off-guard.
Then I heard the sweetest sound. It was like small silver bells, or birds singing of love in the spring. It was a sweet, zesty sound. It was Cheryl giggling. Her belly bounced invitingly, but her laugh broke my trance. I shook myself out of it.
"I guess your mother forgot to mention something about me." she teased.
I found my voice. "Yes, I do believe she did," I replied, and laughed with her. "I apologize for my rudeness. Please come in."
"Oh, please," she waved off my apology as she entered the hallway. Though she had a slight waddle, her hips swayed seductively. Not that I don’t think expectant waddling is sexy. It’s just that she was so much more alluring than any other pregnant woman I’d ever seen, in person or in print. "I get stared at a lot. Most of the time, it’s just harmless curiosity. I know people aren’t being rude, because when I smile at them, they usually smile back."
I couldn’t help but smile myself. She seemed so comfortable with her body, which, in my experience, wasn’t common for a pregnant woman. Her demeanor put me at ease.
I showed her to the bathroom so she could change into her swimsuit, and went out to the pool. I took a few minutes to skim a few errant leaves from the surface, then went to turn on the pool’s adjoining Jacuzzi so the water would start warming up right away. I liked to soak in the Jacuzzi after a swim, and I hoped Cheryl would want to, also. I could feel my hands shaking as I turned the jet knob on the pump. My heart was racing at the thought of her.
Then, it happened. I started getting an erection. I began to panic. Quickly, I checked to see if she was on her way out. I caught sight of her just as she passed the picture window leading to the back porch. I ran for the deep end and jumped in. The pool was normally kept heated, but the first dunk is always cold. I went straight to the bottom, where my feet touched the concrete, then leapt up and swam to the surface. The sudden temperature change did the trick; my erection was gone. I shivered a sigh of relief, and swam to the shallow end.
Cheryl opened the back door and came out. Again, I was slack-jawed. She was wearing a cobalt-blue one-piece swimsuit. It held her ripeness so snugly that the material was shiny. It looked like she had just painted her belly. I could see her shape clearly now. She was beautifully large and round. A subtle vertical ridge suggested two hemispheres of her abdomen. She has to be near her due date, I thought. She just has to be.
She was also wearing that heart-stopping smile again. "How’s the water?" she called.
"A bit chilly at first, but you get used to it quickly."
"Did you just jump in?" she asked, as she approached the edge of the pool stairs.
Nervously, I replied as I floated closer to the stairs. "Yeah, I prefer to get it over with all at once." It wasn’t a lie, which was a good thing. I’m a horrible liar.
Slowly, she sat down at the edge of the stairs, using the stair rail to brace herself. "Whew," she exhaled. "Well, I prefer to go slowly. So if you don’t mind, I’m going to take my time."
I heard the double-meaning, but wisely decided not to comment on it.
"No," I teased. "House rules require that you enter in the least comfortable way."
She giggled. The sound of her laughter made me feel like I could levitate out of the water if I wanted to. "Your mother told me about your sense of humor."
But she didn’t tell me enough about you, I thought.
I swam about trying not to crowd her while she got in the pool. First, it was just a delicate toe. Then her feet, then her legs. When the water touched her swimsuit, she gasped with surprise. I laughed, but kept my distance. She laughed back at me.
"Just a bit chilly?" she smirked. I couldn’t help but notice that her nipples shared her sentiment.
"If you move towards that wall," I said as I pointed, "you’ll get a little warmer. That’s where the Jacuzzi water runs into the pool."
"A Jacuzzi?" she brightened. "That sounds so good!"
She would use the Jacuzzi later. I wasn’t just cheering inside, I was doing the wave.
I decided to do a lap to work off some of my nervous energy. When I returned to the stairs, she was just lowering her beautiful belly into the water. She leaned back on the palms of her hands, bracing herself. This position made her stick out even more. I watched the water slowly creep up the sides of her swimsuit. The material over her belly became even more shiny and slick. I was having a hard time controlling myself. I went for another lap, hoping to prevent my erection from returning. I wasn’t entirely successful, but I figured it would be easier to hide in the water.
By the time I returned to the shallow end, she had just resurfaced after submerging her head. She raised her arms to sweep her wet hair away from her face, and her breasts rose slightly with the motion. If her swimsuit was snug before, it was absolutely clinging to her now that she was wet. The ends of her hair barely touched the water. She was near the outflow from the Jacuzzi, and had relaxed visibly. She bounced slowly, yet playfully in the water.
"Feeling a bit warmer?" I asked.
"Mmm-hmm," she sighed. "You can’t know how long I’ve needed a good swim. I’ve just been feeling a…" She searched for a word. "…need to be in water." She paused, then smiled mischievously. "Besides, for the first time in a few months, I feel light."
"Have you been very uncomfortable?"
"Surprisingly, no. But it can get tiring carrying all this extra weight. I’m just so glad your mom invited me here while they were out of town. Did I remember to thank you for letting me in?"
I shrugged. "You may have. It’s my pleasure, really. You’re the first company I’ve had this weekend."
"Well, it seems like we’re both alone this weekend. What do you say we get some food together after a swim?"
I tried very hard to be nonchalant. "Sounds good to me."
"But first, I really must swim a little. Do you mind?"
"Hmm, let’s see," I joked. "You are in a pool, and you want to know if you are allowed to swim…"
She smacked my arm playfully, then dove into the water for a few laps.
I couldn’t believe my extraordinary luck. This started out as a dull weekend. Now, I have a beautiful pregnant woman sharing a pool with me, and planning to spend more time with me later. I was jumping about excitedly.
Briefly, it occurred to me that she probably had a significant other. She was alone this weekend, she had said, but probably not every weekend. The father was simply out of town for the moment. No matter, I decided. I’m with her for the moment, and that can be enough.
She was coming back from the other end, swimming freestyle. She appeared to be making good time, too. Except for her pregnant belly, she appeared to have the body of an athlete. I ducked under the surface of the water to watch her swim past. Her belly swayed pendulously as she swam, but it didn’t slow her down. God, how I wanted to just touch it. I was praying for the right moment.
I surfaced before I aroused any suspicion. I couldn’t tell if she had even noticed me watching. I swam about erratically, trying not to act too interested. I was drifted this way and that, trying not to think about the one thing that I wanted most to think about. Finally, I decided that doing laps was the only way to distract myself, so I began swimming vigorously. Ten laps should do, I thought.
* * *
My mind drifted with the exertion. For a little while, I actually forgot anybody was there. I even lost myself for a time. There was just the water and motion. Kevin did not exist.
I became aware of a change. The sound of the water was different. I reached the deep end wall at the end of my tenth lap. There was nobody else splashing. Cheryl had finished and was resting in the seat recession in the deep end. The top of her belly was just visible above the water. She was watching me. When I met her gaze, she smiled warmly.
I swam over and sat next to her.
"You’re a good swimmer," she said.
"Thanks, so are you."
Her smile widened. "Thank you. I really appreciate you being here to let me use the pool. It’s a big help."
"Hey, like I said, I could use the company. I was going to be alone all weekend."
She looked at me with disbelief out of the corner of her eye. "I can’t imagine a handsome gentleman such as yourself being alone for a weekend."
Was she flirting? Nah, she couldn’t be flirting. Just wishful thinking on my part.
"I guess I haven’t had very good luck recently," I said.
"No? That’s a shame." She was smiling sympathetically. Or maybe she was smiling coyly. I couldn’t be sure.
"And anyway," I continued, "I’m not alone this weekend."
She rolled her eyes with a grin. "Well, I bet you’d have preferred company that was a little less pregnant!" she said, patting her belly for emphasis.
I realized I had my chance. My moment. I could tell her what I really thought. I felt the words in my throat. My heart accelerated suddenly. Don’t choke, don’t choke --
"Actually, I think my company is very attractive."
Yes! I did it!
Her face softened. "Oh, that’s so sweet. Thank you, Kevin." She touched my arm lightly. "It’s been awhile since I’ve heard that."
"Doesn’t your husband tell you?"
She smirked sweetly at me. "I’m not married."
"Uh… then the father?"
"My brother-in-law is the father," she said in a deadpan manner.
At first, I laughed, thinking she was kidding. She didn’t laugh with me. When my look changed to discomfort, she grinned devilishly. "I’m a surrogate for my sister."
Relief flooded my face. "Oh!" She had a good laugh at her joke, and I joined her. Then the realization: she really may be unattached!
Our laughter subsided. "So you really think I’m attractive?"
I was gaining courage. "I think that pregnant women are extremely beautiful. Truthfully, I’ve had a hard time not staring at your belly."
She blushed as she looked down at her belly. I followed her gaze. The very top rested over the surface of the water. The rest, though obscured by small waves, was still visible. It reminded me of an iceberg, top just breaking the surface, the rest lurking beneath. She caught me looking, but didn’t stop smiling.
"Have you ever felt a pregnant woman’s belly before?"
Oh, thank you God!
"Once or twice. I’d love to feel your belly, if you would allow me."
Cheryl smiled serenely. She held her hand out to me, and I gave it to her. She placed my hand on the side of her abdomen. I touched her gently, stretching my hand out, wanting to fill my palm with her roundness. The material of her swimsuit was satiny. I was just starting to get settled into feeling her, when she interrupted.
"Wait," she said. "It’s better if I do this."
She backed away and fiddled with something on the side of her swimsuit. Then, she unwrapped the middle of her suit, converting it into a two-piece with her massive belly exposed! Her round, fleshy globe bobbed gently in the water, free from its confines. I couldn’t help but gasp in surprise. She giggled at my reaction.
Cheryl set the midsection on the side of the pool, smiled, and took my hand again. I couldn’t believe my good luck! Nothing separated my touch from her skin. I was ecstatic. I could feel my erection throbbing, but I tried not to show it.
At first, I felt nothing. Then, I felt a gentle ripple under her skin. She took my hand and moved it to a different part of her belly. I could feel something bulge into my hand. Cheryl caught her breath softly, then sighed. I gently turned her towards me, and placed my other hand on her belly. I began to stroke circles in her skin. She let out a throaty moan.
"Mmm… that feels very good."
I felt another ripple. "Is the baby always this active?" I asked softly.
She fixed that devilish grin upon me again. "Which one?"
I felt all my muscles go slack with shock. "Twins?"
"Triplets."
This I couldn’t believe. I folded my arms skeptically. "You’re teasing."
Cheryl shook her head languidly. "Nope. Here, give me your hands again." She placed one hand up near her left breast. I felt a baby moving. "This is Baby A." She then moved my hands to Babies B and C, which were located at her upper right, and center bottom, respectively.
I left my hands on her belly and resumed my massage. She sighed again. "Oh, you are too kind. That really feels good." She laid her head back on the edge of the pool. I continued stroking her belly, feeling an occasional ripple or poke. Cheryl breathed deeply and evenly. Her face was the picture of bliss. I took my time, exploring her body. I remained a gentleman, though; my hands roamed only over her belly.
I ran my hands to her navel. Gently, I touched it with an index finger. It was soft, but firm. Cautiously, I rubbed it between my thumb and forefinger. Cheryl shivered and sat up. Her face was flushed.
"Sorry, did I do something wrong?" I asked.
"Um… no." Then more certainly, "No, you’re fine. I guess I’m just… uh, cold."
"We could move back to the shallow end, next to the Jacuzzi."
She nodded. "Okay. Race you to the other end."
"Oh, okay," I said playing along. "After you."
With a sudden burst of energy, she dove in and started swimming towards the Jacuzzi. I leapt after her, caught off-guard. Even with triplets, she kept her distance ahead of me. I arrived at the other end slightly winded, having lost.
"How… did you… do that?" I gasped.
"I used to compete in college," she panted. She wasn’t nearly as winded I was. She bobbed playfully in the water while I caught my breath.
I tried speaking. "Well you’ve… certainly… kept your… physique."
Cheryl laughed deeply, making her belly bounce in the water. "I wasn’t pregnant in college."
I was starting to catch my breath. "Not what I meant."
She gave me a reassuring look. "I know what you meant. Thank you, that’s very nice of you."
"No, nice would be if it weren’t true. You are in very good shape. Hell, I didn’t let you win, you know."
She bounced closer to me. "Well, I’ve been trying to stay fit, but it’s more difficult on land. Here, I’m more buoyant, see?" Without warning, she jumped at me, and I struggled to catch her in my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck. I held her so that her body was mostly underwater. Our heads were the only parts of us above the surface. Her belly rubbed against my torso.
She smiled affectionately. "I’m light here, aren’t I?"
This was more than I could take. I lost my voice again, but I nodded. I was shaking uncontrollably, and it wasn’t due to muscle strain.
"Why Kevin," She hopped out of my arms. "You’re trembling!"
I felt my face blush. I looked down shyly. It had been too much to handle. My emotions were a churning whirlpool of hormones. "I–" was all I could say.
Cheryl stepped close to me. I felt her abdomen brush against mine. "And you know what?" she asked quietly, in a breathy voice. "So am I."
I looked up and into her eyes. She was breathing deeply again. I couldn’t resist any longer, and neither could she. We moved closer, her abdomen pressing against me. I took her face in my hands, she wrapped her arms around my neck again. We kissed deeply and passionately, as her belly rippled and poked against me. I was thankful that my lower body couldn’t touch her, because I had a full-fledged erection, and it was pulsing.
Our lips separated slowly, and we both caught our breath.
"That was nice," I said.
"Mmm-hmm," she agreed.
She hopped into my arms again, but this time I was ready. I cradled her gently, being careful not to let her accidentally touch my erection. I didn’t want to scare her off. "Now my belly isn’t in the way as much," she said.
We held each other tightly. Our faces drew closer, and we kissed again. I felt her hands on my neck, running through my hair, then down my back. My hands were occupied with holding her, but I was able to run my fingers against her skin. She snuggled against me.
After a long while, she broke our kiss more forcefully than last time. "Jeez, don’t you ever need air?" She gasped lustfully.
"Not since you’ve taken my breath away, love."
She giggled sweetly. "Oh, Kevin."
"Why don’t we move to the Jacuzzi?" I suggested.
She nodded enthusiastically.
I carried her to the stairs. She kept her arms wrapped around me, nuzzling my neck. I set her down so she could climb out of the pool herself. She went before me, giving me a good view of her curvaceous rear end. I followed her out of the pool, then led the way to the Jacuzzi. I moved quickly so that she could not see my erection, but I wasn’t sure if I succeeded.
I stepped in first, warning her of the depth of the first step. She sat carefully at the edge, and touched her toes to the water.
"Ooh," she sighed. "That’s so warm!"
I then realized, "Is it safe for the babies?"
"It would be unsafe in the first trimester. I’m well into my second."
Only her second? This day just couldn’t get any better. Cheryl wasn’t just full of life, she was full of surprises.
Cheryl slid her legs in, and touched the concrete seat with her feet. I reached up to help guide her in. After a bit of work, we got her seated in the Jacuzzi, and she began to relax. We had to talk a little louder to be heard over the low rumble of the bubble jets.
"Oh, this feels so good! I feel even lighter in here." She laid her head back and closed her eyes. I just watched her breathing, her breasts slowly rising and falling at the edge of the water. Her belly also rose and fell, surfacing and submerging amid the foamy water. I was entranced.
"You are so lovely."
Cheryl smiled without opening her eyes. "Lovely enough to have my belly massaged again?"
I said nothing, but reached a hand over and began to stroke her fullness. She made soft sighing noises of pleasure. I touched her shoulder, indicating that she turn her back towards me. She turned and laid back on me, snuggling her head against my shoulder. I reached around and continued my massage, drawing large ovals on her with my hands. I decided to try my luck again, and began to gently play with her navel. I rubbed it between my two index fingers. She inhaled suddenly with pleasure. She pressed her body even closer to mine.
It was this motion that caused my erection to accidentally touch her lovely rear. I jerked back, embarrassed. My motion startled Cheryl.
"What?" She looked at me over her shoulder. "What is it?"
"I’m sorry," I stammered. "I… I accidentally touched you with my… y’know. But I didn’t mean it."
She relaxed, and smiled reassuringly. I started to smile back when I felt delicate fingers grip my erection gently, but firmly. My eyes bugged out as she stroked languidly up and down my throbbing shaft.
"It would be a shame if you really didn’t mean it."
I pulled her close to me, deliberately pressing my manhood against her. I ground into her as I continued to stroke her belly and play with her navel. She ground her ass back against me. She reached her arms up around my neck, and leaned her head back against my shoulder. We kissed again.
"Mmm…" she cooed as we ended our kiss. "I bet it feels uncomfortable, being all bound up like that." She turned around to face me, flashed that devilish grin again, and said, "Why don’t you get more comfortable?"
I moved back and stripped off my trunks in a second. She reached for me and began stroking again. I gasped with pleasure as I pumped involuntarily against her grip. She moved closer, pressing the shaft against her belly. She held it against her and stroked the top, while she undulated her belly against the bottom. I laughed nervously as I thought of the term that would best describe this: belly-humping. She smiled and open-mouthed smile, clearly enjoying her handiwork.
"You know," I gasped. "It isn’t fair. I’m nude and you aren’t."
She let go of me, and reached her hands up to her top. She was swaying seductively, as she reached behind her and undid the clasp. She slowly lowered the material away from her breasts, liberating them. She settled them on top of her belly, exposing firmly erect nipples. They were wet and slick and heavy. I reached to touch one, but she dodged back and playfully wagged a finger at me.
She stood up, raising her belly out of the water. I was staring directly at the underside of her ripeness. She began to grind her hips side to side. Then she turned around, so I was facing her lovely bottom. She reached behind her, and slowly lowered the bottom of her suit, exposing her creamy white rear. She bent over slowly to move her suit down her legs, giving me a wonderful show. She was teasing me into a frenzy.
She turned around to face me, but didn’t yet settle back into the water. She was still swaying slightly.
"Better?" she asked.
I was breathing rapidly. "Much," I whispered. I moved closer, and reached my hands around her waist. I grabbed her bottom, and she squeaked with delight. I began to kiss her belly deeply, running my lips and tongue all over her firm expanse. Her swaying became more pronounced, and she shuddered with pleasure occasionally. I held her close as my lips came back to center, and began sucking on her navel.
"Oh, Kevin," she moaned aloud. She nearly lost her balance. I played my tongue around her navel, gently flipping it up and down. She was in ecstasy.
Finally, I drew her back down into the water. She rested her arms on my shoulders, and I reached under her belly, hefting it gently.
"Feel more buoyant again?" I asked.
"Mmm-hmm. What was that thing you did with your tongue?"
"Oh, you mean this?" I asked, as I swept her up into my arms. Her belly just came above the surface, and I started to nuzzle and kiss her quickly. She shrieked, kicking and giggling.
"Stop, that tickles!" I stopped, grinning wickedly. "That isn’t what you did before."
This time, I kissed her belly gently. Then I began to play with her navel again using my tongue. Her head lolled back with pleasure. "Ooooh…" was all she could say.
I began kissing a line from her navel up to her breasts. She realized where I was going and started to laugh, encouraging me. "Yes… yes… keep going…" she pleaded as she stroked my neck.
I reached her left breast, and gently licked her nipple. She gasped. Then, without warning, I latched on and began sucking. She writhed with delight, running her hands through my hair. "Oh, God, yes." she cried. I switched to her other breast, sucking greedily. She had started to buck and shimmy with pleasure, making it harder for me to hold her. I moved back and forth between her breasts, teasing her so much that I finally lost my grip. She dropped suddenly, but I caught her well enough to prevent her from getting dunked.
"Sorry," I said, sheepishly.
Cheryl stood facing me, panting heavily. "Sweetheart, no apologies are necessary. You are very talented." She lunged for me, nearly knocking me off balance, and locked her lips onto me. She delved her tongue into my mouth. I held her as close as I could, and tried to keep up, but she was in control this time.
She softly broke the kiss, then brought her legs up and wrapped them around my waist. Her belly was pressed tightly against me. She smiled amorously, and kissed me again. She was just as passionate, but slowed down a little to savor the taste of me. I ran my hands along her legs. They were soft and slick, but well-toned. I massaged her legs as we kissed. She kept trying to shuffle closer to me, but her abdomen remained in the way. Her belly kicked and squirmed against me.
I reclined a bit, allowing her to move forward even more. I could just feel her pubic hair against my manhood. I started rubbing against her, and she broke the kiss just to moan again. I was breathing heavily myself.
I looked into her eyes. They were heavy-lidded, but I could still see that beautiful mossy-green.
"My dear Cheryl," I breathed, huskily. "May I —"
"Oh, yes you may!" she interrupted gleefully.
Finally, my poor aching erection was going to get some relief. I reached down and guided myself into her. We started to rock back and forth. I couldn’t reach her lips to kiss her, because her belly was in the way. Instead, I began kissing her belly again, more deeply, more fervently, than I had so far. I gripped her ass firmly, holding her body close to me. She dug her heels into my ass, and held onto my neck as she leaned back in ecstasy.
After a certain point, the details became blurry. We were making passionate love, getting so excited that we became dizzy. I became aware only of pleasure, of embracing this luscious overripe fruit. She was everything I wanted. I was everything she wanted.
We climaxed together. She screamed a silent cry. I gasped softly. We held each other tightly through it. Then, we both relaxed slowly. I continued to hold her, but I lowered her back into the water. Neither of us spoke for a while, we just stroked each other softly. We watched the sun set in silence.
Finally, she broke the silence. "Hungry?"
I was surprised to discover I was. "Uh-huh."
"How about we clean up and get some dinner, sweetie?"
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Cheryl
by Dark Halo
I almost didn’t answer the phone when it rang. It was my parents’ house, so it wasn’t for me. Mom and Dad were out of town on vacation for a week. I volunteered to watch the house for them, since I could stay there for a few days instead of at my apartment. It was early afternoon, and I was working on Dad’s computer. He had some problems with a program he installed, so I was trying to fix it up as a surprise.
After the second ring I remembered it might be my mother’s friend from work. I made a mad dash for the phone and grabbed it just after the third ring.
"Hello!" I exclaimed, catching my breath.
"Hi," said a female voice. "Is this Kevin?"
"Yes, who’s calling?"
"I’m Cheryl, your mother’s co-worker. She said you’d be there."
"Yes, she mentioned you might call. Hi!"
Mom had told me Cheryl might call to come use the pool. Mom had offered the use of the pool to her, and said it would be nice if I could let her in the house and be around to help. I reassured her that it wouldn’t be a problem, and the company would be welcome. Otherwise, I’d be alone the entire week. Even though she was one of my mother’s friends, any company is better than none.
"Is now a good time to come over?" she asked.
"Now is fine. Do you need directions?"
"Nope, Becky gave them to me."
"Becky?" It was funny to hear my mother’s name as "Becky." Her name is Rebecca. It sounded stately when she answered her office phone with "Rebecca Morgan." "Becky," sounded like a schoolyard name. I was amused at the thought. "I don’t believe I’ve ever heard her called ‘Becky.’"
"Well, I let her call me Cher, which I normally hate. So it’s an even trade."
I grinned. "I’ll remember not to call you Cher, then. Come on over whenever you’re ready."
We said our good-byes, and I hung up.
I decided that I could use a dip in the pool myself, so I went upstairs to get changed.
* * *
I had just finished getting into my swim trunks when I heard the doorbell. As I walked down the stairs, I saw Cheryl looking in one of the tinted side windows next to the door. She was smiling and waving. I waved back enthusiastically to indicate I saw her. Though the window was hard to see through, she appeared to be about my age. I didn’t expect that. I thought she’d be my mother’s age. She had long, red wavy hair, and a heart-shaped face. I found myself hoping that the rest of her was as beautiful.
I opened the front door to and began to say hi, but all that came out was a squeak. I was dumbstruck by her beauty. I saw so much in a few seconds.
She was looking at me with mossy green eyes that glittered in the sunlight. Her full, juicy lips were drawn back over pearly teeth to form a warm, heart-stopping smile. Her rich, red hair cascaded down around her face and hovered just above her shoulders. Her complexion was fair, with a sanguine touch. My eyes traveled downward to her white tank top. It was straining to keep her large, ripe breasts in place. Though they were big, her breasts were dwarfed by her very pregnant belly. Her top stretched tightly over her luscious abdomen, peaking at her navel with a small, grape-sized bulge. Green cut-offs hugged her curvaceous hips, and, I would later learn, her generous, firm bottom. Her legs were muscular, and reminded me of a healthy mare. I even remember her sandals in that brief moment, gracefully wrapping delicate toes with crimson nail polish.
A slender, well-toned arm was holding a travel bag slung over her shoulder. Her other hand was resting casually on her belly.
I have always been attracted to pregnant women. I’ve collected pictures and video clips of pregnant women, and have been lucky to be near a few. Cheryl topped everything I had ever seen. She was a delectable, overripe fruit. She was the pure embodiment of womanhood. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I couldn’t speak.
As I said, all of this occurred in the space of a few seconds. Inwardly, I felt frozen in time. Outwardly, I appeared merely caught off-guard.
Then I heard the sweetest sound. It was like small silver bells, or birds singing of love in the spring. It was a sweet, zesty sound. It was Cheryl giggling. Her belly bounced invitingly, but her laugh broke my trance. I shook myself out of it.
"I guess your mother forgot to mention something about me." she teased.
I found my voice. "Yes, I do believe she did," I replied, and laughed with her. "I apologize for my rudeness. Please come in."
"Oh, please," she waved off my apology as she entered the hallway. Though she had a slight waddle, her hips swayed seductively. Not that I don’t think expectant waddling is sexy. It’s just that she was so much more alluring than any other pregnant woman I’d ever seen, in person or in print. "I get stared at a lot. Most of the time, it’s just harmless curiosity. I know people aren’t being rude, because when I smile at them, they usually smile back."
I couldn’t help but smile myself. She seemed so comfortable with her body, which, in my experience, wasn’t common for a pregnant woman. Her demeanor put me at ease.
I showed her to the bathroom so she could change into her swimsuit, and went out to the pool. I took a few minutes to skim a few errant leaves from the surface, then went to turn on the pool’s adjoining Jacuzzi so the water would start warming up right away. I liked to soak in the Jacuzzi after a swim, and I hoped Cheryl would want to, also. I could feel my hands shaking as I turned the jet knob on the pump. My heart was racing at the thought of her.
Then, it happened. I started getting an erection. I began to panic. Quickly, I checked to see if she was on her way out. I caught sight of her just as she passed the picture window leading to the back porch. I ran for the deep end and jumped in. The pool was normally kept heated, but the first dunk is always cold. I went straight to the bottom, where my feet touched the concrete, then leapt up and swam to the surface. The sudden temperature change did the trick; my erection was gone. I shivered a sigh of relief, and swam to the shallow end.
Cheryl opened the back door and came out. Again, I was slack-jawed. She was wearing a cobalt-blue one-piece swimsuit. It held her ripeness so snugly that the material was shiny. It looked like she had just painted her belly. I could see her shape clearly now. She was beautifully large and round. A subtle vertical ridge suggested two hemispheres of her abdomen. She has to be near her due date, I thought. She just has to be.
She was also wearing that heart-stopping smile again. "How’s the water?" she called.
"A bit chilly at first, but you get used to it quickly."
"Did you just jump in?" she asked, as she approached the edge of the pool stairs.
Nervously, I replied as I floated closer to the stairs. "Yeah, I prefer to get it over with all at once." It wasn’t a lie, which was a good thing. I’m a horrible liar.
Slowly, she sat down at the edge of the stairs, using the stair rail to brace herself. "Whew," she exhaled. "Well, I prefer to go slowly. So if you don’t mind, I’m going to take my time."
I heard the double-meaning, but wisely decided not to comment on it.
"No," I teased. "House rules require that you enter in the least comfortable way."
She giggled. The sound of her laughter made me feel like I could levitate out of the water if I wanted to. "Your mother told me about your sense of humor."
But she didn’t tell me enough about you, I thought.
I swam about trying not to crowd her while she got in the pool. First, it was just a delicate toe. Then her feet, then her legs. When the water touched her swimsuit, she gasped with surprise. I laughed, but kept my distance. She laughed back at me.
"Just a bit chilly?" she smirked. I couldn’t help but notice that her nipples shared her sentiment.
"If you move towards that wall," I said as I pointed, "you’ll get a little warmer. That’s where the Jacuzzi water runs into the pool."
"A Jacuzzi?" she brightened. "That sounds so good!"
She would use the Jacuzzi later. I wasn’t just cheering inside, I was doing the wave.
I decided to do a lap to work off some of my nervous energy. When I returned to the stairs, she was just lowering her beautiful belly into the water. She leaned back on the palms of her hands, bracing herself. This position made her stick out even more. I watched the water slowly creep up the sides of her swimsuit. The material over her belly became even more shiny and slick. I was having a hard time controlling myself. I went for another lap, hoping to prevent my erection from returning. I wasn’t entirely successful, but I figured it would be easier to hide in the water.
By the time I returned to the shallow end, she had just resurfaced after submerging her head. She raised her arms to sweep her wet hair away from her face, and her breasts rose slightly with the motion. If her swimsuit was snug before, it was absolutely clinging to her now that she was wet. The ends of her hair barely touched the water. She was near the outflow from the Jacuzzi, and had relaxed visibly. She bounced slowly, yet playfully in the water.
"Feeling a bit warmer?" I asked.
"Mmm-hmm," she sighed. "You can’t know how long I’ve needed a good swim. I’ve just been feeling a…" She searched for a word. "…need to be in water." She paused, then smiled mischievously. "Besides, for the first time in a few months, I feel light."
"Have you been very uncomfortable?"
"Surprisingly, no. But it can get tiring carrying all this extra weight. I’m just so glad your mom invited me here while they were out of town. Did I remember to thank you for letting me in?"
I shrugged. "You may have. It’s my pleasure, really. You’re the first company I’ve had this weekend."
"Well, it seems like we’re both alone this weekend. What do you say we get some food together after a swim?"
I tried very hard to be nonchalant. "Sounds good to me."
"But first, I really must swim a little. Do you mind?"
"Hmm, let’s see," I joked. "You are in a pool, and you want to know if you are allowed to swim…"
She smacked my arm playfully, then dove into the water for a few laps.
I couldn’t believe my extraordinary luck. This started out as a dull weekend. Now, I have a beautiful pregnant woman sharing a pool with me, and planning to spend more time with me later. I was jumping about excitedly.
Briefly, it occurred to me that she probably had a significant other. She was alone this weekend, she had said, but probably not every weekend. The father was simply out of town for the moment. No matter, I decided. I’m with her for the moment, and that can be enough.
She was coming back from the other end, swimming freestyle. She appeared to be making good time, too. Except for her pregnant belly, she appeared to have the body of an athlete. I ducked under the surface of the water to watch her swim past. Her belly swayed pendulously as she swam, but it didn’t slow her down. God, how I wanted to just touch it. I was praying for the right moment.
I surfaced before I aroused any suspicion. I couldn’t tell if she had even noticed me watching. I swam about erratically, trying not to act too interested. I was drifted this way and that, trying not to think about the one thing that I wanted most to think about. Finally, I decided that doing laps was the only way to distract myself, so I began swimming vigorously. Ten laps should do, I thought.
* * *
My mind drifted with the exertion. For a little while, I actually forgot anybody was there. I even lost myself for a time. There was just the water and motion. Kevin did not exist.
I became aware of a change. The sound of the water was different. I reached the deep end wall at the end of my tenth lap. There was nobody else splashing. Cheryl had finished and was resting in the seat recession in the deep end. The top of her belly was just visible above the water. She was watching me. When I met her gaze, she smiled warmly.
I swam over and sat next to her.
"You’re a good swimmer," she said.
"Thanks, so are you."
Her smile widened. "Thank you. I really appreciate you being here to let me use the pool. It’s a big help."
"Hey, like I said, I could use the company. I was going to be alone all weekend."
She looked at me with disbelief out of the corner of her eye. "I can’t imagine a handsome gentleman such as yourself being alone for a weekend."
Was she flirting? Nah, she couldn’t be flirting. Just wishful thinking on my part.
"I guess I haven’t had very good luck recently," I said.
"No? That’s a shame." She was smiling sympathetically. Or maybe she was smiling coyly. I couldn’t be sure.
"And anyway," I continued, "I’m not alone this weekend."
She rolled her eyes with a grin. "Well, I bet you’d have preferred company that was a little less pregnant!" she said, patting her belly for emphasis.
I realized I had my chance. My moment. I could tell her what I really thought. I felt the words in my throat. My heart accelerated suddenly. Don’t choke, don’t choke --
"Actually, I think my company is very attractive."
Yes! I did it!
Her face softened. "Oh, that’s so sweet. Thank you, Kevin." She touched my arm lightly. "It’s been awhile since I’ve heard that."
"Doesn’t your husband tell you?"
She smirked sweetly at me. "I’m not married."
"Uh… then the father?"
"My brother-in-law is the father," she said in a deadpan manner.
At first, I laughed, thinking she was kidding. She didn’t laugh with me. When my look changed to discomfort, she grinned devilishly. "I’m a surrogate for my sister."
Relief flooded my face. "Oh!" She had a good laugh at her joke, and I joined her. Then the realization: she really may be unattached!
Our laughter subsided. "So you really think I’m attractive?"
I was gaining courage. "I think that pregnant women are extremely beautiful. Truthfully, I’ve had a hard time not staring at your belly."
She blushed as she looked down at her belly. I followed her gaze. The very top rested over the surface of the water. The rest, though obscured by small waves, was still visible. It reminded me of an iceberg, top just breaking the surface, the rest lurking beneath. She caught me looking, but didn’t stop smiling.
"Have you ever felt a pregnant woman’s belly before?"
Oh, thank you God!
"Once or twice. I’d love to feel your belly, if you would allow me."
Cheryl smiled serenely. She held her hand out to me, and I gave it to her. She placed my hand on the side of her abdomen. I touched her gently, stretching my hand out, wanting to fill my palm with her roundness. The material of her swimsuit was satiny. I was just starting to get settled into feeling her, when she interrupted.
"Wait," she said. "It’s better if I do this."
She backed away and fiddled with something on the side of her swimsuit. Then, she unwrapped the middle of her suit, converting it into a two-piece with her massive belly exposed! Her round, fleshy globe bobbed gently in the water, free from its confines. I couldn’t help but gasp in surprise. She giggled at my reaction.
Cheryl set the midsection on the side of the pool, smiled, and took my hand again. I couldn’t believe my good luck! Nothing separated my touch from her skin. I was ecstatic. I could feel my erection throbbing, but I tried not to show it.
At first, I felt nothing. Then, I felt a gentle ripple under her skin. She took my hand and moved it to a different part of her belly. I could feel something bulge into my hand. Cheryl caught her breath softly, then sighed. I gently turned her towards me, and placed my other hand on her belly. I began to stroke circles in her skin. She let out a throaty moan.
"Mmm… that feels very good."
I felt another ripple. "Is the baby always this active?" I asked softly.
She fixed that devilish grin upon me again. "Which one?"
I felt all my muscles go slack with shock. "Twins?"
"Triplets."
This I couldn’t believe. I folded my arms skeptically. "You’re teasing."
Cheryl shook her head languidly. "Nope. Here, give me your hands again." She placed one hand up near her left breast. I felt a baby moving. "This is Baby A." She then moved my hands to Babies B and C, which were located at her upper right, and center bottom, respectively.
I left my hands on her belly and resumed my massage. She sighed again. "Oh, you are too kind. That really feels good." She laid her head back on the edge of the pool. I continued stroking her belly, feeling an occasional ripple or poke. Cheryl breathed deeply and evenly. Her face was the picture of bliss. I took my time, exploring her body. I remained a gentleman, though; my hands roamed only over her belly.
I ran my hands to her navel. Gently, I touched it with an index finger. It was soft, but firm. Cautiously, I rubbed it between my thumb and forefinger. Cheryl shivered and sat up. Her face was flushed.
"Sorry, did I do something wrong?" I asked.
"Um… no." Then more certainly, "No, you’re fine. I guess I’m just… uh, cold."
"We could move back to the shallow end, next to the Jacuzzi."
She nodded. "Okay. Race you to the other end."
"Oh, okay," I said playing along. "After you."
With a sudden burst of energy, she dove in and started swimming towards the Jacuzzi. I leapt after her, caught off-guard. Even with triplets, she kept her distance ahead of me. I arrived at the other end slightly winded, having lost.
"How… did you… do that?" I gasped.
"I used to compete in college," she panted. She wasn’t nearly as winded I was. She bobbed playfully in the water while I caught my breath.
I tried speaking. "Well you’ve… certainly… kept your… physique."
Cheryl laughed deeply, making her belly bounce in the water. "I wasn’t pregnant in college."
I was starting to catch my breath. "Not what I meant."
She gave me a reassuring look. "I know what you meant. Thank you, that’s very nice of you."
"No, nice would be if it weren’t true. You are in very good shape. Hell, I didn’t let you win, you know."
She bounced closer to me. "Well, I’ve been trying to stay fit, but it’s more difficult on land. Here, I’m more buoyant, see?" Without warning, she jumped at me, and I struggled to catch her in my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck. I held her so that her body was mostly underwater. Our heads were the only parts of us above the surface. Her belly rubbed against my torso.
She smiled affectionately. "I’m light here, aren’t I?"
This was more than I could take. I lost my voice again, but I nodded. I was shaking uncontrollably, and it wasn’t due to muscle strain.
"Why Kevin," She hopped out of my arms. "You’re trembling!"
I felt my face blush. I looked down shyly. It had been too much to handle. My emotions were a churning whirlpool of hormones. "I–" was all I could say.
Cheryl stepped close to me. I felt her abdomen brush against mine. "And you know what?" she asked quietly, in a breathy voice. "So am I."
I looked up and into her eyes. She was breathing deeply again. I couldn’t resist any longer, and neither could she. We moved closer, her abdomen pressing against me. I took her face in my hands, she wrapped her arms around my neck again. We kissed deeply and passionately, as her belly rippled and poked against me. I was thankful that my lower body couldn’t touch her, because I had a full-fledged erection, and it was pulsing.
Our lips separated slowly, and we both caught our breath.
"That was nice," I said.
"Mmm-hmm," she agreed.
She hopped into my arms again, but this time I was ready. I cradled her gently, being careful not to let her accidentally touch my erection. I didn’t want to scare her off. "Now my belly isn’t in the way as much," she said.
We held each other tightly. Our faces drew closer, and we kissed again. I felt her hands on my neck, running through my hair, then down my back. My hands were occupied with holding her, but I was able to run my fingers against her skin. She snuggled against me.
After a long while, she broke our kiss more forcefully than last time. "Jeez, don’t you ever need air?" She gasped lustfully.
"Not since you’ve taken my breath away, love."
She giggled sweetly. "Oh, Kevin."
"Why don’t we move to the Jacuzzi?" I suggested.
She nodded enthusiastically.
I carried her to the stairs. She kept her arms wrapped around me, nuzzling my neck. I set her down so she could climb out of the pool herself. She went before me, giving me a good view of her curvaceous rear end. I followed her out of the pool, then led the way to the Jacuzzi. I moved quickly so that she could not see my erection, but I wasn’t sure if I succeeded.
I stepped in first, warning her of the depth of the first step. She sat carefully at the edge, and touched her toes to the water.
"Ooh," she sighed. "That’s so warm!"
I then realized, "Is it safe for the babies?"
"It would be unsafe in the first trimester. I’m well into my second."
Only her second? This day just couldn’t get any better. Cheryl wasn’t just full of life, she was full of surprises.
Cheryl slid her legs in, and touched the concrete seat with her feet. I reached up to help guide her in. After a bit of work, we got her seated in the Jacuzzi, and she began to relax. We had to talk a little louder to be heard over the low rumble of the bubble jets.
"Oh, this feels so good! I feel even lighter in here." She laid her head back and closed her eyes. I just watched her breathing, her breasts slowly rising and falling at the edge of the water. Her belly also rose and fell, surfacing and submerging amid the foamy water. I was entranced.
"You are so lovely."
Cheryl smiled without opening her eyes. "Lovely enough to have my belly massaged again?"
I said nothing, but reached a hand over and began to stroke her fullness. She made soft sighing noises of pleasure. I touched her shoulder, indicating that she turn her back towards me. She turned and laid back on me, snuggling her head against my shoulder. I reached around and continued my massage, drawing large ovals on her with my hands. I decided to try my luck again, and began to gently play with her navel. I rubbed it between my two index fingers. She inhaled suddenly with pleasure. She pressed her body even closer to mine.
It was this motion that caused my erection to accidentally touch her lovely rear. I jerked back, embarrassed. My motion startled Cheryl.
"What?" She looked at me over her shoulder. "What is it?"
"I’m sorry," I stammered. "I… I accidentally touched you with my… y’know. But I didn’t mean it."
She relaxed, and smiled reassuringly. I started to smile back when I felt delicate fingers grip my erection gently, but firmly. My eyes bugged out as she stroked languidly up and down my throbbing shaft.
"It would be a shame if you really didn’t mean it."
I pulled her close to me, deliberately pressing my manhood against her. I ground into her as I continued to stroke her belly and play with her navel. She ground her ass back against me. She reached her arms up around my neck, and leaned her head back against my shoulder. We kissed again.
"Mmm…" she cooed as we ended our kiss. "I bet it feels uncomfortable, being all bound up like that." She turned around to face me, flashed that devilish grin again, and said, "Why don’t you get more comfortable?"
I moved back and stripped off my trunks in a second. She reached for me and began stroking again. I gasped with pleasure as I pumped involuntarily against her grip. She moved closer, pressing the shaft against her belly. She held it against her and stroked the top, while she undulated her belly against the bottom. I laughed nervously as I thought of the term that would best describe this: belly-humping. She smiled and open-mouthed smile, clearly enjoying her handiwork.
"You know," I gasped. "It isn’t fair. I’m nude and you aren’t."
She let go of me, and reached her hands up to her top. She was swaying seductively, as she reached behind her and undid the clasp. She slowly lowered the material away from her breasts, liberating them. She settled them on top of her belly, exposing firmly erect nipples. They were wet and slick and heavy. I reached to touch one, but she dodged back and playfully wagged a finger at me.
She stood up, raising her belly out of the water. I was staring directly at the underside of her ripeness. She began to grind her hips side to side. Then she turned around, so I was facing her lovely bottom. She reached behind her, and slowly lowered the bottom of her suit, exposing her creamy white rear. She bent over slowly to move her suit down her legs, giving me a wonderful show. She was teasing me into a frenzy.
She turned around to face me, but didn’t yet settle back into the water. She was still swaying slightly.
"Better?" she asked.
I was breathing rapidly. "Much," I whispered. I moved closer, and reached my hands around her waist. I grabbed her bottom, and she squeaked with delight. I began to kiss her belly deeply, running my lips and tongue all over her firm expanse. Her swaying became more pronounced, and she shuddered with pleasure occasionally. I held her close as my lips came back to center, and began sucking on her navel.
"Oh, Kevin," she moaned aloud. She nearly lost her balance. I played my tongue around her navel, gently flipping it up and down. She was in ecstasy.
Finally, I drew her back down into the water. She rested her arms on my shoulders, and I reached under her belly, hefting it gently.
"Feel more buoyant again?" I asked.
"Mmm-hmm. What was that thing you did with your tongue?"
"Oh, you mean this?" I asked, as I swept her up into my arms. Her belly just came above the surface, and I started to nuzzle and kiss her quickly. She shrieked, kicking and giggling.
"Stop, that tickles!" I stopped, grinning wickedly. "That isn’t what you did before."
This time, I kissed her belly gently. Then I began to play with her navel again using my tongue. Her head lolled back with pleasure. "Ooooh…" was all she could say.
I began kissing a line from her navel up to her breasts. She realized where I was going and started to laugh, encouraging me. "Yes… yes… keep going…" she pleaded as she stroked my neck.
I reached her left breast, and gently licked her nipple. She gasped. Then, without warning, I latched on and began sucking. She writhed with delight, running her hands through my hair. "Oh, God, yes." she cried. I switched to her other breast, sucking greedily. She had started to buck and shimmy with pleasure, making it harder for me to hold her. I moved back and forth between her breasts, teasing her so much that I finally lost my grip. She dropped suddenly, but I caught her well enough to prevent her from getting dunked.
"Sorry," I said, sheepishly.
Cheryl stood facing me, panting heavily. "Sweetheart, no apologies are necessary. You are very talented." She lunged for me, nearly knocking me off balance, and locked her lips onto me. She delved her tongue into my mouth. I held her as close as I could, and tried to keep up, but she was in control this time.
She softly broke the kiss, then brought her legs up and wrapped them around my waist. Her belly was pressed tightly against me. She smiled amorously, and kissed me again. She was just as passionate, but slowed down a little to savor the taste of me. I ran my hands along her legs. They were soft and slick, but well-toned. I massaged her legs as we kissed. She kept trying to shuffle closer to me, but her abdomen remained in the way. Her belly kicked and squirmed against me.
I reclined a bit, allowing her to move forward even more. I could just feel her pubic hair against my manhood. I started rubbing against her, and she broke the kiss just to moan again. I was breathing heavily myself.
I looked into her eyes. They were heavy-lidded, but I could still see that beautiful mossy-green.
"My dear Cheryl," I breathed, huskily. "May I —"
"Oh, yes you may!" she interrupted gleefully.
Finally, my poor aching erection was going to get some relief. I reached down and guided myself into her. We started to rock back and forth. I couldn’t reach her lips to kiss her, because her belly was in the way. Instead, I began kissing her belly again, more deeply, more fervently, than I had so far. I gripped her ass firmly, holding her body close to me. She dug her heels into my ass, and held onto my neck as she leaned back in ecstasy.
After a certain point, the details became blurry. We were making passionate love, getting so excited that we became dizzy. I became aware only of pleasure, of embracing this luscious overripe fruit. She was everything I wanted. I was everything she wanted.
We climaxed together. She screamed a silent cry. I gasped softly. We held each other tightly through it. Then, we both relaxed slowly. I continued to hold her, but I lowered her back into the water. Neither of us spoke for a while, we just stroked each other softly. We watched the sun set in silence.
Finally, she broke the silence. "Hungry?"
I was surprised to discover I was. "Uh-huh."
"How about we clean up and get some dinner, sweetie?"
