Bloomin�
A short story of pregnant possibilities
By Stevesaint
Used by permission of the author's estate
� 2007 STEVESAINT
Molly
�Hi, Brandon.�
Standing in aisle 4 of the supermarket, he turned to see who said hello.� �Hello back at ya�,� he replied, obviously not sure if he knew her or not.
�You don�t recognize me, do you?�� I asked with a smile.� I took my hands from the shopping cart and cradled my seventh month protruding belly between them.
He looked at me more closely but it still didn�t click.� �I�m sorry, I don�t.�
I slowly shook my head, as maybe a teacher would in scolding a pupil for not coming up with the correct answer.� I grasped the push handle of the grocery cart again and moved to pass him.� As I went by, I said forlornly, �It�s not like I�m gonna say you�re the father or anything.� That would be too melodramatic even for the movies I used to drag you to see.�
Brandon
Damn, the hair is different, and obviously so is the body.� �Molly!� Shit, I�m so sorry.� I didn�t...�
�Of course you didn�t,� she said, grinning.� �Not with this,� pointing at her very big pregnant belly-full.
Oh, the smile!� It all came flooding back�how I�d do anything to have her smile.� Those were wonderful times; days I�ll always remember.� Where did the time go?
And that�s what I asked her: �Where did the time go?�
�Where time usually goes,� she answered.� �Poof, it just drifts away, like we drifted away from each other.�
�Yeah, I guess that�s what happened.� I had my dreams and you had yours, and they turned out to be mutually exclusive,� I said.� The smile again.� �God, how much I loved you, Molly.�
�Past tense...yes.� Life goes on and now we have others to share it with.� You married?�
�No.� Never met the right gal.� Are you?�
�Which one: married, or the right gal?� She coyly answered.� Before I could say anything, she continued.� �Of course, dummy, I�m married, though that�s certainly no prerequisite nowadays,� again patting her big belly.� �And Brandon, at one time I thought I WAS the right gal.�
I had no rejoinder for that one.� We walked together through the less-than-busy store, collecting our groceries and talking.
Molly
All the old feelings for him are coming back to me.� Why did I let him slip away?� Because I valued money and stability over spark and heat, I answered myself.� Mark certainly gave me the former but the latter pair was mostly missing from our marriage.� And now that I�m as big as a blimp...
�How about helping a poor blimp of a woman with her groceries,� I asked him, and before long he�s following me in his car to my house.� After we arrived he helped me by carrying the sacks into the kitchen.� Thankfully Mark was at the office.� Now why did I have that thought?
�You don�t have to run off, do you?� Why don�t you stay and we�ll have a coffee...maybe catch up on old times and new...�� I pointed to one of the kitchen chairs, and then begin putting away the groceries.
�I�d love to stay for a little while...wow, it�s been so long, hasn�t it?�
Brandon
I really had to go, but seeing her after all this time sure brought back great memories.� Besides, I convinced myself, I had to help her take care of her groceries, and a cup of joe would go good right about now.� While I helped her, I took a fresh look.� I�ve heard people talk of a pregnant woman�s �glow� but always thought it was bull.� I had to admit though, Molly had the glow.� Except for her waddle and some winded breathing, she looked and sounded beautiful.� I never thought of how much I missed her until today.
�So what�s your husband do for a living?� I asked.� I mean, the house is big and looks expensively furnished, so he must be a corporate big-shot or something. �She told me he was a lawyer.� It figures.� We sat and drank our coffees, immersed in small talk and catching up.
Molly
I never thought of how much I missed him until today.� When we were together we had a heat, a spark that ignited us.� I remembered the hot sex.� He always knew what to do to send me to heaven.� What a sad memory that is; the thought I haven�t had a mind-blowing orgasm like that since we broke up.
�Yeah, Mark and I are so looking forward to this baby,� I said in answer to some innocuous question of his.� �Did I tell you it�s a girl?��
It�s a girl.� Maybe I�m looking forward to her, but Mark?� He hasn�t fucked me since I was about four months into the pregnancy.� In fact, he was hardly home anymore.� Always working; bringing home the big bucks.� Isn�t that why I married him: the big bucks?� �He�s going places� my dad used to say.� Going places, indeed!
�Did you say something?� Brandon asked.� Shit, I must have slipped and muttered my disdain.
Brandon
She was distant somehow.� Maybe things aren�t as rosy in the marriage as she implied.� Well, not much I can do about that now.� She wanted better than me and I guess she got it.� Fuck, a lawyer!� I can�t help staring at her.� Her beauty always hypnotized me, her big belly not changing that in the least.� She was the sexiest thing in bed, always insatiable, always experimental, always loving.� God, I�m getting hard from the memories.
Molly
He said he had to go, but I couldn�t let him.� I was feeling a heat, a wetness within me I hadn�t felt in years.� I wanted that feeling to last.� I wanted him.
�Please, Bran...stay a little longer...please.��
When I touched his hand it was as if an electric shock passed between us.� I saw the look in his eyes.� I remembered that look.� Our kiss was awkward; my belly couldn�t get out of the way.� Wordless intent�we both knew what would happen and didn�t need to say anything.� I led him to my bedroom and we undressed each other in silence.� On the bed, he spent an eon running his hands over my bulging body.� He kneaded my swollen breasts.� He caressed my belly, first with his hand and then with his lips.� I gasped when his lips found the wet spot between my legs.� He always knew just what to do to me.
Brandon
Except for the belly, it was like we�d never separated.� She was so beautiful.� Radiant.� Hot.� Her pubic hair was bushy and wild; much wilder than the neatly trimmed bush I remembered.� I figured this was either another adjustment to pregnancy, or this was her husband�s preference.� One way or the other the dark curly hair glistened from her extreme wetness, though when my tongue found her clit it was as if a dam burst.� She bucked and mewled and coated my tongue with her dripping juices.� Maybe it was simply my imagination, but she tasted different somehow.� From her pregnancy?� Not quite sweet, not quite salty.� I luxuriated in the taste.
As was the case in the old days, I worked at getting her to the point of begging me to fuck her.
�Please...fuck me now, Bran...FUCK ME!�� She cried.� I guess she was at that point.
She lifted and spread her legs for me.� I winked at her playfully as I positioned myself between her thighs, but she was way beyond any playful return gesture.� She was as horny as I�d ever seen her�seen any woman for that matter.� I placed my precum dripping cock-head at her gaping labia and pushed.
Molly
Oh God, he was teasing me as he always had done.� When he started to push into me so tantalizingly slow I screamed for him to stop fooling around and FUCK ME!� He was a good boy.� He knew I always liked it fast and hard so that was his rhythm.� He fucked me like there was no tomorrow, and for us maybe there wasn�t.� Today was all that mattered.� My orgasm gripped me like a vise.
�Yes...Yes...I�m cummmmmming...fuck me harder...Yes!�� I screamed as he brought me home.� It�d been so long since I had a good cum I almost forgot how great they were.� This one was great.� At least it was great until I felt something twitch inside me before I got the painful stitch in my side.� Involuntarily, I pushed him out of me.
Brandon
�Are you alright, Mol?�
She said something hurt, so I naturally asked the question I should have asked before now: �Should you be having sex?� ...How far along are you?� ��She sheepishly told me she was in her eighth month and I nearly flipped.
�You�re not supposed to be doing this, are you?�
�N...No,� she answered.� �Bran, it doesn�t hurt now.� (Breath) God, I need another one.� (Breath) Please fuck me...I don�t give a shit...just FUCK ME.�� She took another deep breath as I looked at her skeptically.� My skepticism vanished when she told me to quickly fetch the K-Y from a drawer in the bedside stand.� Though my erection had flagged a bit, it was at full raging hard-on status again.
Molly
I needed him so badly.� The first big O was so good I wanted more.� I begged him to fuck me in the ass this time.� I rolled onto my side and he lay behind me.� He spread a dollop of the lubricating gel at my anus before easing into me.� When his cock-head popped through, I slammed my ass back and impaled myself on him.� He fucked me hard and I loved every minute of it.�
I screamed, �YES...YES ...FUCK ME HARD...�� I screamed, �FILL ME DAMMIT... FILL MY ASS...�� I screamed, �I�M GONNA CUMMMMMMM...��� I screamed, �AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH.�� Every nerve was on fire, every muscle of my body twitched and spasmed.� This was the REAL Big O.� This was the climax I�ve been waiting years for.�� I screamed, �OH GOD...ANOTHER ONNNNNNNE...��� Wave after wave of blissful agony and ecstasy washed over me.
Brandon
She responded like no woman has ever responded with me.� I was going deep into her ass and she loved it.� She screamed and screamed.� I went faster and faster.� She screamed some more, until she was enveloped in one big contraction that went on for minutes.� This was the mother of all orgasms.� She just came and came; it was so marvelous to watch, feel, and hear.
�I�m gonna cum,� I groaned and released into her bowels.� She must have felt my ejaculatory pulses or else felt the warmth of my spewing semen, for she screamed again and convulsed in orgasm one more glorious time.
We laid there for a long while nestled as spoons in post-coital paradise.� I didn�t know until this very moment how much I missed this�and missed her.
Molly
I never realized how much I missed being with him until now.� Even in my condition�and I still felt the twinge of discomfort that hit me earlier�being fucked by Brandon was the sweetest sensation in the entire world.
�Oh, Bran...That was so good.� I needed that.�� He leaned over and kissed me again.� I wished we could lie in each other�s arms forever.� What was I thinking?
Brandon
I saw the look on her face.� Hers wasn�t a happy marriage; she was still in love with me.� It was very clear to me that I was still in love with her.� What could we possibly do?� Where could this possibly go?
I whispered to her, �You know, this was pretty stupid.� You�re in your last month...something could�ve gone wrong.� Does it still hurt?�
She joked, �Only when I laugh� but I knew she still was in some discomfort.� I joked back, �I�m glad you pushed me out when you did.� It would�ve drowned in all my cum.�
She scolded me.� The little one, she said, was not an �it� but a girl.� Hey, she never told me.
�I love you, Molly,� I said.� �Now what the hell are we gonna do?�
Molly said, �I love you too.� What we�re going do is...between now and when my husband comes home you�re going to fuck me again.� You�re going to fuck me slow and easy...�� She smiled, �And you�re going to spit cum right in my daughter�s face this time...�� We both laughed.
Molly
We kissed while I played with his cock.� He was always a quick �recovery,� so he soon was hard again.� I got on my back and lifted my legs.� On his side, he positioned himself at my ass and slid into my hungry, wet pussy.� He was so sweet, making slow thrusts, going much easier than I knew he wanted to.� He was going slower than I wanted him to, but I had to consider my condition.
I looked into his half-open eyes as he fucked me, and the dam burst, both figuratively and literally.� He muttered �Oh God� as I came, sending torrents of pussy juice over him.� I didn�t scream like before but this was no less of a climax.� When he came, he swore and chuckled and said �Look out, baby girl, �cause here it comes� before issuing a long, guttural wail.
In his arms, I asked him if he felt the baby kick.� He said no, but I assured him she must have recoiled from his load since that�s when she moved within me.� We had a good laugh at that one, until another kick brought me back to the present, and the hard questions still to be answered.
�I love you, Bran.�
Brandon
�Oh Molly, I fucking love you so much.� I don�t know what we�ll do from here on out, but I want to be with you forever.�
She proposed to me.� She told me she�d divorce her husband and marry me if that�s what I wanted. It's what I wanted.
She then said, �Okay, now get out before Mark gets home.�
Oh boy, pregnant women sure can be temperamental!