A WEEK OR TWO AGO, I had some time to myself; Alicia was working away from home (and we don't live together - not yet, anyway) and I had a few days' holiday to take. As I walked home from a small but successful assault on the local clothes shop, I came up behind a tall young woman who, from the rear view, I suspected was probably pregnant. It was just one of those idle thoughts that pop into your mind when you don't have much else to think about at the time.
One of the plastic carrier bags she was holding split, and fruit cascaded to the pavement. Wanting to be helpful, I bent down and picked up the fallen fruit, moving my new clothes into one bag to make enough room in the other for her groceries.
My new acquaintance was very grateful, particularly because, as I could now see, she was indeed heavily pregnant and would not have been able to bend down and get up again unaided.
We walked to her house (I told her I didn't mind in the least carrying the shopping to give her a break) and she told me her name was Jodie and asked me in for a coffee. We chatted about the usual 'breaking the ice' subjects, like what she did for work before leaving on maternity leave, what her husband did and the fact that he was away for a week at a seminar.
I told her what I did (office work), where I lived and, no, I wasn't married.
Somehow, that area of conversation was picked-up by Jodie who asked, very politely and sweetly, if I had a regular boyfriend or anyone who might be "special" on the horizon. I didn't want to either shock or upset my newfound friend, so I tried to veer away by saying that I did indeed have a partner of whom I was very fond and whom I had known for just under a year.
And then I messed it all up by saying that "she" was away working at the moment, just like Jodie's husband. Ouch! There was something of a pause after that.
After a moment, Jodie recovered enough to say "Oh, ah, you and she are an item, then?"
So I had to say, "Yes, my partner is another woman. I love her and that is enough for us."
"Oh yes, Jayne, don't get me wrong," said Jodie. "I'm not being judgemental. Not at all. In fact, I'm interested. If we are being honest here, I have always felt attracted to women as well as men. Apparently, it's more common than people imagine.
"When I was at college I experimented with one or two other girls but I never could muster sufficient courage to be open about my preferences. I really admire you. Then my husband-to-be came along, I found I loved him too and we married and I buried that bit of my past. But it's still there and that's why I'm interested in your lifestyle; it could have been mine if I had been more honest a few years ago."
We talked about my feelings in the past and how I had come to meet Alicia and what had happened since. I described our life together, and, I suppose inspired by Jodie's condition, I even told her how I had always secretly fancied pregnant women.
She laughed at that.
Shortly after this, we parted. I had to get home and she needed a rest. But she asked me if I could come back in a couple of days' time, as she had enjoyed our chat.
*****
Two days later I was on her doorstep at the time we had agreed. I had to wait for four or five minutes before she came to open the door and I did wonder if she had been taken to the hospital. But no, there was no action on that front just yet.
As it was, Jodie was swathed in a dressing gown with her brunette hair up and wrapped in a towel and her face glowing very pink. She had decided to have a bath before I came but had fallen asleep in it and then had had great difficulty in hauling herself up out of the water and over the edge of the bath back to "dry land"!
She padded into the kitchen and insisted on making me tea. She seemed somehow nervous but I couldn't see why.
We went into her lounge and as I sat opposite her, she leant over to place my tea in front of me and her dressing gown fell open revealing that her swollen but extremely shapely breasts were looking frankly gorgeous. As she sat and crossed, then uncrossed her legs, the dressing gown came open below her waist and for just a second before she tugged it shut, I could see that she, unlike Alicia, did not shave that intimate area.
I felt myself going hot and cold and realised that Jodie was looking at me intently and I suddenly realised why she had seemed nervous. She was flirting with me, no doubt of that, but she was afraid of rejection.
My mouth went dry as I realised that my newfound friend was offering me the very thing I had often fantasized about and I felt a tremor in my hands and a sudden increasing wetness between my legs. Now I swear that I had had no intention of being unfaithful to Alicia at any time up to then, that returning to Jodie's house was merely being friendly and that I had honestly considered that my desire for a pregnant woman could be kept in check. But the sight of her there, pink and glowing, tense and nervous and so obviously wanting some reassuring physical contact, just proved to be too much.
I put down my cup, stood up and walked over to stand behind Jodie. Putting my hands on her shoulders from behind, I gently massaged her tense muscles. I moved my hands inside her lightly tied dressing gown, which caused it to come open further, her fecund breasts emerging into full view.
I bent down and kissed her on her forehead. I am ashamed to say that all thoughts of Alicia vanished from my mind.
I came back round the sofa and sat next to her and put an arm round her shoulders. Her head went back and she stared at me with her lips parted and her eyes filled with that desire that another woman can so easily recognise. My lips brushed hers and then touched more firmly as she pressed back and I felt her tongue slide against my teeth. I opened my mouth and her tongue and mine caressed.
At last we broke apart and stood up. She took my hand, not caring that her dressing gown fell completely open to reveal her peaches and cream skin, from her smooth neck, over her voluptuous breasts and beautifully swollen belly, and down to the dark brown bush and thighs that seemed to go on forever.
When we entered her bedroom, she managed to slide out of the dressing gown and under the bed covers almost without revealing anything. I slipped off my shoes, my blouse and skirt and also slid in, feeling a bit over-dressed in bra and panties. It was quite cold in those starched and ironed sheets and a pleasure to put my arms around Jodie and hug her warmth to myself. Her arms embraced me, too, and we kissed deeply.
I found it incredibly erotic to feel her very large belly pressing softly but insistently into me, meaning that I had to arch back from her. But it didn't matter when I lowered my lips to tease and suck her nipples, idly noting that her creamy white breasts were laced with prominent blue veins and that her nipples had that distinctive brown colouring of the pregnant and lactating woman.
Her warm, milky fluid flowed into my mouth causing her to moan with the pleasure of sweet release from some of the pressure there, whilst she moaned again as my fingers went lower, my left hand holding her bare buttocks and pulling her towards me, my right squeezing her slit very, very gently. God, it was wet!
As was I. Making love to a pregnant woman was as much and more than I had imagined it to be. And it was reciprocated. I felt Jodie's impatient fingers at my bra catch and the tension on it ease as the bra came open. I removed my arms from around Jodie just long enough to discard it.
Whilst my lips were busy with Jodie's tits, my left hand entered the tight cleft between her buttocks and my right her swollen labia. She used both hands to slide my sodden panties down.
My limbs remained entwined with hers. The feel of her smooth thighs was uninterrupted as was my overall pleasure with her body and she with mine. I lifted my mouth from her chest, sated for the moment, and felt her lips lower on to my breasts in her turn.
I don't know how many times we both came but, as we lay afterwards exhausted and satisfied in each other's arms, I told Jodie I had had awful thoughts of her starting to give birth there and then, so energetic was our love making. She said she had had the same thoughts and that, if anything, they had made her feel even more randy as she had half wanted to start the birth impassioned with her new lover.
*****
We agreed that I would come round again in two days.
This time, Jodie opened the door wearing a short, lightweight skirt that her swollen belly pushed way down to only just above the line of her pubic hair. A short, loose sun-top, which itself rode up over her bump completed her visible attire. It was clear that she wore no bra because her heavy breasts bore down on the fabric of her top. She was bare footed.
She made sure the front door was firmly shut before embracing me and kissing me deeply. This time we both knew that neither was going to reject the other so the tension and uncertainty at the start of our first sexual encounter were thankfully missing. Sadly, once again my feelings for Alicia did not stop me from enjoying our kiss and embrace. I realized that I could not pull back now. I would just have to live with the guilty feelings later.
I parted from Jodie's arms just long enough to take off my coat; under it I wore a summery dress, quite low cut at the front, knee length and buttoned down the front from neckline to hem. It looked modest, but I had no bra or panties underneath, just a feeling of exquisitely naughty pleasure as I walked down the street!
Jodie took my hand and led me into the sitting room and sat down on the sofa with me next to her. She slid an arm around my neck and put one hand on my knee as she pulled me close enough to kiss again. I thought this was such a sweet idea, to start our love making with some old-fashioned heavy petting on the couch before progressing to bed.
I thoroughly enjoyed reciprocating by placing one hand under Jodie's sun-top and squeezing gently those engorged breasts. Each in turn gave up the warm, milky fluid that felt so silky on my fingers, and I rubbed it gently onto her nipples.
It was a natural progression to lower my lips from hers to her breasts, which I released by easing up her top. It was as wonderful experience as the first time I had suckled at her tits.
Of course, by now I just had to explore whether she was wearing any panties or not, and my hand swiftly slid under her skirt and up her smooth thighs to that hot and very wet conjunction. It is such a pleasure to explore for the first few times that forbidden area with a new lover, and to slide one's hand along her thighs and under the hem of her skirt, moving gradually towards that sweet, wet objective and hoping she does not say "no."
As it was, my darling Jodie was wearing panties -- but very briefly. I manoeuvred them to one side so I could finger her slit and explore it anew.
Jodie, meanwhile, had been busy with her own lips and fingers and was ready to start undoing the buttons that held fast my dress. Unfortunately there were about ten, all quite tight in their buttonholes, and Jodie's desire to strip me naked exceeded her patience.
Her right hand gripped the low cut neck of my dress just above the first button and she pulled down very hard indeed. With a rip of fabric and a pop of buttons she tore open the front of my dress from top to bottom.
"You won't be covering your lovely body with that again," said Jodie before burying her face in my chest and stimulating my modest breasts with her energetic tongue. I simply had had no idea just how much passion our affair had awakened in her and I wondered if she was as demonstrative as this with her husband...somehow, I doubted it.
And so to bed. Ripped and soaking wet, stimulated and sore, we made our way hand in hand upstairs to the bedroom where we snuggled down again as we had before to enjoy a more relaxed loving session under the covers.
We kissed again then, long and luxurious. She was everything I needed: smooth and supple, her pregnant body still able to arch and twist against my sinful skin as her lips found my throbbing nipples and her fingers sought to enter me.
As her lips sucked my nipples and her fingers petted me, I stroked her hair and let my other hand slide down past her enlarged, dark, and erect nipples to her mount of Venus. We changed positions and I kissed and sucked her softly rounded breasts and moved my fingers down to her slit and caressed the very essence of her being.
Eventually we collapsed exhausted on the bed with the bedclothes tumbled and heaped on the floor. We lay side by side, slicked with sweat, and I sincerely hoped that her husband would not return home early from his seminar!
When it was time to go, she promised to phone me. She apologized for my ripped dress and offered to buy a new one, but I was delighted with it as a souvenir of our love-making and my only problem was wearing it home, completely open at the front and with no underwear at all. Under my coat, which I fastened, it was OK and anyway, I could not have cared less!
*****
The next day, Alicia phoned me from her home to say she was back. I was now feeling very guilty indeed, but luckily Alicia was too tired to come over, so I had another day to compose myself. I made a mental note to hide the torn dress at the back of a wardrobe. It was too wonderful a souvenir to throw away but impossible to explain if Alicia found it.
Clearly Jodie and I could not meet easily now and, anyway, a day or so later I had a phone call from her, this time from the hospital. She had had her baby and told me all of the details like any proud mum. In fact, so much so, that I began to wonder if our little fling had really happened - of course, I knew it had!
Originally published February 2006 - "L'Amour"