17 comments/ 49883 views/ 10 favorites Donald and Abby By: jsragmanus Thanks to my editors ThinkerLover and KillerRomance. Any remaining errors in this manuscript are all mine. Chapter 1 I guess I've always been kind of a pervert. When I'm in the supermarket waiting to pick up a prescription, I drift over to the magazines. I thumb through them, looking at the women. Beautiful glowing women with radiant smiles exuding joy and happiness. Women that embody the highest ideals of beauty and womanhood. Pregnant women. I look at them all: Pregnancy, Fit Pregnancy , Pregnancy & Newborn. There's just something about the sight of a pregnant woman that affects me at a most primitive male level. But I guess I'm too embarrassed by my fetish to ever buy them. My wife had been dead for about three years. We had married later in life and been together for 17 years when she died unexpectedly. Her death left a tremendous gap in my life. Not only had we been husband and wife, but we had worked together in a business that we owned. We were inseparable. The loss of her constant companionship was devastating to me. In the time since she died, I hadn't been with a woman. I'm not much of a ladies man, and dating was horrible enough when I was young. I just couldn't face subjecting myself to the pain and rejection again. My late wife was the one person that saw the goodness in me. It simply had never occurred to me there could ever be someone else who could not only see the goodness buried inside me but could bring it to the surface. After three years I was definitely suffering from loneliness and chronic lackanookie. Not only did I desperately need to get laid, I was missing the simple human companionship of having someone next to me in bed. I have a dog, but it's just not the same. To complicate things, the lady at the pharmacy counter was pregnant, and she was constantly giving me dirty looks. Since I really wasn't ready to re-enter the dating scene, something was going to have to happen. While skimming an Internet site looking for some used equipment, I noticed the erotic services section. Out of curiosity, I clicked on the link. The very first entry was "Pregnant Hottie Available to Satisfy Your Fantasies". The picture showed a lovely woman about 30 years old. She was amazingly beautiful. Her breasts were large and full. The picture was shot in profile, giving a view of her bulging stomach. She had a pretty face, with just a hint of a sad smile. Without hesitating, I dialed the number in the ad. "Hello?" "Hi, my name is Donald. I'm calling about your ad on Craigslist," I blurted. "Hi Donald. My name is Abby. What are you interested in?" she said coolly. "Well, if you don't mind I'd like to have you come to my house for dinner and spend the night." I explained. We talked back and forth for a few minutes. I think she was trying to figure out if I was a cop or a freak. She seemed really nervous, and unsure of herself. I tried my best to seem like a nice person; as nice as someone doing what I was could be anyhow... We got the terms negotiated, and she liked my suggested dinner menu and agreed to meet that evening at my house. All of a sudden, I had a million things to do. My place was kind of a mess and I was going to have to make a grocery store run to get things for dinner. Turning on some music, I set to work. In a few hours of Zeppelin-fueled cleaning fury, I had put new sheets on the bed, cleaned the bathrooms, got laundry started and dusted. My dog Ginger sat on the couch, carefully keeping her long tail away from the vacuum cleaner. After a quick run to the store for a bottle of wine and some salad and dessert, I started preparing dinner. I had chosen to make a gorgonzola cream sauce served over penne pasta and grilled chicken breasts. It's a great dish; the recipe starts out with "taking one stick of butter, and one pint of heavy whipping cream..." It's kind of fiddly though and you have to make the sauce just before serving. After I had gotten dinner started and was waiting for her to arrive, I set the table. Just because I was paying Abby for the evening, didn't mean she shouldn't be treated well. Perhaps I wasn't really being nice. I suppose I could have just been on autopilot, recreating one of the hundreds of dinners my wife and I had shared. I set out the china along with good silverware, a small flower arrangement, and some candles. At her place, I put a single red rose on the plate. Finally, I opened the bottle of Merlot and poured two glasses, setting them on the counter. When Abby arrived, Ginger trotted over to sniff her with the wary air one female gives another intruding on her domain. Abby was great. Kneeling down she gave Ginger a big hug. Instantly, Ginger was won over. I had to shoo her back to her bed. When she saw the dinner table, I could see the wonder and pleasure in her eyes. "You have a very beautiful home." She said shyly. "Thank you. And you are much prettier than your picture suggests." "Thank you," she said blushing. She was beautiful too. About 5'8 in height, her figure was that of a mature woman, well rounded with lovely curves, and hips that were full without being broad. Her boobs promised that her child would be well nourished; there was cleavage to spare. Her hair was long and luxurious, deep black with a beautiful sheen. It caught reflections from every light in the room. Her complexion was very light, accentuating the darkness of her hair and it gave her almost a waif-like appearance. "Would you like a glass of wine while I finish dinner? I've read that doctors believe an occasional glass of wine is OK for women in your condition." "That would be nice. Thank you." After getting her seated at the counter, I finished cooking dinner. While I cooked, we chatted back and forth about things: the weather, the local football team. While we talked, I could see her becoming more at ease. I got the impression that she was witty and well educated. I found myself tremendously enjoying her company. As we ate, she asked me about my late wife. I told her how we had met, and how we had dated, and what our married life had been like. Finally, I told Abby about her death and the loneliness I had been living with since then. At the close, I could see a small tear reflected in the candle light. "Anyhow, that's enough about me. I'm glad you've enjoyed dinner." I said briskly. The last thing I wanted to do was to become morose and sit at the table finishing off the bottle of wine by myself. "Why don't you go sit in the living room and I'll bring out coffee and dessert." I started the coffee maker, quickly put away the left over food, and got the desserts out. "I'm afraid the dessert is take-out. I'm not much of a pastry chef." I called out. "That's OK, I'm sure it's fine," she answered. When I joined her, she had curled up on the couch, and was rubbing her feet with one hand, and petting Ginger with the other. "Oooh, yummy. Tira Misu. My favorite." she cooed. "Where did you get it from? No, wait. Let me guess... Hmm... Yes. This is definitely Pietro's. No one else in town uses enough espresso on the lady fingers." "I'm impressed. You must eat there often to be able to recognize it." I grinned. "In happier times," she smiled sadly. In between bites, we talked more and I asked her about her feet. "Oh, they've been hurting for a while now. My car is broken and I've been walking a lot lately. Thank God for the bus." She grinned. "Did you take the bus here this evening?" I said concerned. "Uh huh." "No wonder your feet hurt. The nearest bus stop must be a mile away. I'll be back in a second." In a minute, I had returned with a bottle of massage oil and a large towel. "Turn towards me and put your feet on my lap," I commanded. As she complied, I gently rubbed one foot and then the other. At one point, I moved my balled fist very quickly up and down over her foot. I rubbed so quickly that the friction generated a lot of heat. The essences in the oils filled the room, giving it a faintly floral scent. Ginger padded over and again set her head in Abby's lap. Periodically, Abby would run her hand over Ginger's head. The look on Abby's face was one of pure bliss. I couldn't imagine a more lovely evening and the knowledge that this one evening was all there was going to be was bitter to me. I wept, the tears flowing silently down my face. I was glad she had her eyes closed. After a while, the tears stopped coming and I carefully wiped the excess oil from her feet using the towel. "Um. Would you like to freshen up a little?" I suggested. Great Donald! Swave and deboner! That's you! "Oh!" she startled. "Yes. Thank you," she replied with a grace and charm that put to rest some of my unease. "Come with me." Helping her up from the couch, I handed her the overnight bag she had brought and led her back into the master bedroom and to the bathroom. While she used the bathroom, I used the other one, turned the bed down, and lit some candles. When she came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a baby-doll nighty and a pair of matching panties. Her breasts were large and swollen giving an impression of plumpness that sent shivers all through me. Her stomach made the top into a small tent, and the rise gave a beautiful view of her neatly framed crotch. I'm here to tell you that Mr.Private Johnson immediately assumed the position of complete attention. "You are very lovely," I said appreciatively "Thank you," she blushed. Taking her top off, she slid into bed beside me. Her belly had started to take on a pretty round appearance. Her areola must have been three inches across. They were huge and tea brown. Her belly button was just starting to be dislodged from its normal state. It was an "innie", but just barely now. She'd put her hair up into a pony tail. I'm sure I could have spent a week just admiring her, she was that beautiful. Slowly, I began to caress her. The oil from the foot massage had made my hands warm and more tender than normal, and I could tell she was starting to enjoy herself. Gently, I explored her stomach, running hands over her bulge, feeling the tautness of her skin, and its smoothness. Tenderly, I ran my hands over her breasts, admiring their size. I delicately traced the outline of her nipples with my fingers. We must have spent a good half-hour doing this. I explored and learned her body, while she made small sounds of pleasure. Finally, she'd had enough; she pushed me on to my back and straddled me. She started caressing my chest and particularly my nipples, and then before I knew what she was doing, she took my cock in her mouth. The pleasure from her mouth was just terrific. As she kneeled over me, I could just reach one breast. Taking it in my hand, I cupped it, enjoying the fullness and weight of it while her mouth moved up and down over my rod. In no time, I was straining and panting heavily. I knew that at any moment, I was going to cum in her mouth. Sensing my nearness she stopped. Reaching over to her bag she removed a condom from it's foil wrapper and then slowly unrolled it onto my cock. It had been decades since I'd worn a condom. The sensation as she firmly grasped my shaft, and then rolled the rubber over it was intense. Then, sliding forward, she mounted me. Even with the rubber on, it felt fantastic. Deliberately, and then with increasing quickness she began sliding up and down my body. Her pussy was tight, and incredibly hot. I could feel her excess juices trickling down my groin, and to the crack of my butt. I could tell she was experiencing pleasure, at the same time I could not help noticing she was a little detached. While she was fucking me, her hands began dancing over my chest. Alternately, she would rake it with her nails, then knead my chest, and then roll my nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Soon we were both breathing in short ragged gasps. Reaching up to her, I gently pulled her down to me. I stretched one arm across her and down to the small of her back, and with the other hand I cupped her right breast. I started really pistoning in and out of her, using the leverage of my arm to slam my cock in and out of her pussy. I was really near orgasm at this point, and suddenly I felt her convulse. Her pussy grasped my penis as I stroked out, and releasing as I stroked back in. I couldn't take it any more; with a loud moan, I filled the condom with my seed. As we recovered, I pulled the covers up tightly over us. She fell asleep with her head on my chest. I don't remember much more, I know at one point she was laying on her side with her back facing me. Gently, I spooned up behind her and after making sure my hand was warm, I cupped her breast and fell back asleep. Chapter 2 The next morning I woke early. The storm front that the weather forecasters had been warning all week about had arrived in force. It looked like our first storm of the season was going to be a major one. There was already 8 inches of snow on the ground, and the wind was blowing hard, rattling the house, and causing the willow in the yard to whip back and forth. Given the weather conditions, I knew that nothing would be moving. It looked like I was going to have a houseguest for the day. After I let Ginger out, I put some coffee on and started doing Email. When I heard Abby stirring, I started getting breakfast together. French toast, bacon, and potatoes cubed and deep-fried in bacon grease. Not one of the healthier breakfasts, but after my efforts last night, I was hungry and I thought that I was entitled. "Good morning!" I called out. "Would you like some coffee?" "Thanks. That would be great," she said, stepping into the room. Wow! She was wearing the baby doll and panties from the night before. Her hair was mussed, and she wasn't wearing any cosmetics. Still, she was beautiful. She wasn't model beautiful, but naturally beautiful, nonetheless. As I handed her the cup, I motioned to the window. "I'm afraid you're stuck with me until at least this afternoon. I'll have breakfast ready shortly." "Thanks. Say, would it be OK if I used your computer? I'd like to do some job hunting and look for apartments, and I don't have internet access at the moment." "Sure. Let me set you up with a login." In a few minutes, she was looking through some sites. I saw Ginger furtively approach her and put her head in Abby's lap again. As she looked through the listings, I could see looks of concern flitting across her face. As we sat down to eat, we talked some more. "How did the job hunt go?" I inquired. "I made some notes on a few listings. I'll try calling them on Monday." "What kind of work are you looking for?" I asked. "I have some pretty solid office manager skills, so I'm looking for that. This," she said indicating the nighty, "is not my normal line of work. I'm trying to scrape up together enough money to get an apartment," she said looking embarrassed. I spent the next 15 minutes asking her about the responsibilities she'd had at her last job. What kind of background she had in accounting and taxes, and whether she had supervised other employees. In some areas, particularly in handling tax filings, I was pretty detailed in my questioning. From her answers I could tell that she was pretty experienced. I had an idea. "You know," I started, "a buddy of mine has a position for an office manager coming open. I know he hasn't advertised it yet, and he really was hoping to find someone without doing that. If you'd like I can give you his name and phone number." I knew he was looking for an office manager, because his current office manager was about to deliver a baby and would not be returning. I knew this is because the current office manager was my sister Laurie and I'm the majority stock-holder in the company. My brother is the president and part owner. "That would be fantastic. I'd really appreciate it." "You know, if you're looking for a place to stay, I can probably help you." She stiffened. Damn! I could imagine what she was thinking: Horny old man asks young woman in desperate situation to move in so he can take advantage of her. "Over top of the garage," I pointed into my back yard, "is a small apartment. It's empty right now. If you would like, you can move in there." "Oh. What would you charge for rent?" she asked guardedly. "My job is going to require me to travel a lot for the next few months. I need a house sitter, and someone to take care of Ginger while I'm gone. If you agree to look after her while I'm travelling I'll rent you the place for a dollar a month." "A dollar a month and I look after Ginger when you travel. That's all? You wouldn't expect any other services?" she asked pointedly. I felt myself flush. "Yes. That's all. I'll draw up a 6 month lease if you would like." "Why are you doing this?" she asked cautiously. "You seem like a really nice person and I like you. I'd like to help you if that's OK." "OK. Thanks. I really appreciate it." She smiled warmly. "Would you mind helping me get my things when the storm lets up?" After breakfast was over, I shoveled the walkway and stairs and took her up to the apartment. "As you can see, it's fully furnished. You can use everything here, the linen, towels, and dishes. I'm afraid the TV isn't much. There is internet access. If you'd like, I can bring over a spare computer from the house." "Thank you so much. Everything is so nice. What happened to the previous tenant?" "My sister Alice was staying here. She and her husband broke up, and she needed somewhere to live for a while. She got her own apartment six months ago, so it's been empty since. I'm really glad you'll stay here. You've saved me a lot of trouble in trying to find someone to look after Ginger." Late that afternoon, I took her to the motel where she was staying. The hotel was a rent by week place. The kind filled with people down on their luck, dope dealers, and prostitutes. She didn't have much to pack. A suitcase full of clothes and some toiletries were the sum of her possessions. On Monday, I phoned my brother and told him I had a candidate for office manager. I gave Abby instructions on how to get to the shop and she left. While she was gone, I went to the grocery store and bought what I thought were healthy choices to stock the refrigerator in the apartment. Late in the afternoon, I saw her walking down the path from the garage to the back of the house. "I got the job!" she gushed. "Thank you so much for the referral. The people at the company are all so nice and there are benefits and everything!" "I'm glad it's going to work out. I know Hal has been worried about finding a replacement office manager. Would you like some dinner? I was just going to make something. It's not going to be anything elaborate, but I promise I won't poison you..." "You know, you don't give yourself enough credit," she said earnestly. "The meal you made the other night was fabulous. It was as good as anything I've eaten out. I'm sure it will be terrific. What were you making?" "Hmm... Well, I've got some left over meat loaf. I was thinking of having it with some fresh green beans, and some baked sweet potato. Does that sound OK?" "Oooh, that sounds scrumptious. I love meat loaf. If you don't mind, I'll go change and come back." About the time that the potatoes came out of the oven, she was back dressed in jeans and a simple black turtleneck. The snugness of the shirt accented her stomach. I could tell she'd taken a few minutes and applied some lipstick. Where the previous night, she had been ravishingly sexy, tonight she was almost shy and virginal. She looked like a Madonna, a priceless work of art for all time. As we ate, she told me about the people at the shop. I tried not to let on that I knew all of them since they were my relatives. For my own reasons, I didn't want her to know how much help she was getting. Donald and Abby "Thank you for the groceries" she whispered. "You've been very kind to me." "Well, I thought it would be nice for you to not have to worry about going to the grocery store in this weather. It really was not a problem; I had to make a trip to the store today. Besides, I have the feeling you haven't seen much kindness lately." "More than you'd think, but less than I'd hoped," she said wistfully. Chapter 3 "Forgive me father for I have sinned. It has been, well, you know how long it's been since my last confession." I mumbled. "In the time since my last confession, I have paid a woman to have sex with me and I've harbored impure thoughts about her since then." "And have you acted upon these impure thoughts?" the priest intoned. "No Father." "I think it would be appropriate for you to look after this young woman and help her to improve her situation as penance." "Laurie told you huh?" I guess I forgot to mention that the priest was my brother Lawrence. "Laurie told me that you sent a young woman to them for work. That's all she mentioned. You're not going to be a father are you?" "No, I'm not going to be a father. I'm just trying to help her out." I said meekly. "I'm getting the feeling you have strong feelings for this woman," he began. "Does she have feelings for you?" "I don't know," I said despairingly. "It's really wonderful to feel like I have someone to look out for again, but I'm a lot older than her" I trailed off. "Are you prepared if things don't work out?" he asked. "I just don't know," I replied. The rest of the week, I was out of town. I was in the middle of acquiring a new business. As part of the purchase process, I was making a very detailed examination of the company, and their competitors. I was checking very carefully that the people they said were customers actually bought products, and that the financial statement lined up with what I could see. The company had a fair number of employees, around 50 or so, and I wanted to make sure that they all individually knew how critical it was to me that they stay through the acquisition. When I got back into town, Abby brought Ginger into the house. "How is the new job going?" I asked. "Things are going really well" she gushed. "Laurie has been just super in training me for the position, and Hal seems to be a really nice guy." "Good, I'm glad to hear it." I wasn't surprised. Laurie is sweet, and her husband Hal is probably my favorite brother. "The only thing I'm having a problem with is my feet again. Walking to the bus stop is killing me," she groaned. "I'm going to try to buy a car next week." "Would you like another foot rub?" I asked. She looked a little hesitant. "Abby, I'm old enough that I can tell you sometimes a foot rub is a foot rub and this is one of those times." She brightened considerably. "Oh, that would be great! Thank you so much! Promise you won't let me fall asleep though? I'd feel really guilty." "I promise I won't let you fall asleep then," I agreed. As we settled on to the couch, I had a thought. "What kind of car were you looking for?" "I don't know, something used. Something cheap. I cant' afford a very big payment; maybe something around three to four thousand dollars. I just want something reliable." "You know, I have a buddy that's the owner of Moe's Used Car Emporium. I think if I gave him a call, he would make you a pretty good deal." I said. "Oh, that would be super! No offense, but you know the jokes about used car salesmen. Are you sure he's OK?" "Well, I happen to trust Moe. I know he'd never cheat me." I grinned. Darn right Moe wouldn't cheat me. Cheating a family member in a business transaction is a capital offense in our family, and Moe knows it. You see, Moe was another of my brothers. My parents had been good Catholics. I had nine sisters, and a brother. I have idiot brother-in-laws in just about every business in town, plus the Sherriff's department and the dogcatcher. Even though I knew Moe would not cheat her, I knew her budget wouldn't get her much of a car. I was going to have to do something about that. As I finished the foot rub, I toweled off her feet and then went into my office and returned with Moe's card. "I'll call Moe and let him know you're coming. I know he works on Monday. Why don't you ask Laurie to take you over at lunch time?" "I'm running out of ways to say thank you" she breathed. Leaning in close, she pulled my face to hers and started kissing me. Startled, I just stood there for a second. Then, she reached down to my side, grabbed my hand, and placed it on her breast. After a few more seconds, she broke contact. "Thank you again," she murmured huskily. The next afternoon, I called Moe. "Hey Moe, it's Don. How are ya!" I said jovially. "This isn't about our agreement is it? I swear I haven't so much as looked at another dame since you caught me kissing Francie at the Christmas party!" "No Moe, I need a favor. Listen, I have an acquaintance, a young woman that's in the market for a car. It's like this, she's pregnant, and she just started working for Laurie and Hal." "No Moe, congratulations are not in order. I'm just trying to help her out. Here' what I'd like you to do. I want you to make her your best deal on a car that's twice her price range. I'll pay for half. But, I want you to fudge the paperwork. I don't want her to know about this. I want her to think you're making her a REALLY good deal. After you make the deal, let me know how much I owe you and I'll bring a check over. Can you do this for me?" "Sure, Don. Leave it to me. You sure you're not going to be a daddy?" he said amused. "I'm sure Moe; she was pregnant when we met. I appreciate this. Say hello to Julie for me would you?" The next call wasn't easy. I just needed to ask Laurie not to mention that Moe is related to anyone. Things got pretty sticky pretty quickly. I had to repeatedly confirm that I was not going to be a father. When Monday arrived, it brought another snowstorm. Rising before dawn, I got up and shoveled the stairs to the apartment, and the sidewalks. Just as I was finishing, Abby came down. The sun was coming up, and its first rays lit up her face, casting highlights in her hair. She wore a heavy coat, but it wouldn't quite close over her pregnant belly. To compensate, she had put on about three layers of clothing. Her hair was tied back in a loose pony-tail, and stray wisps poked out here and there, softening her face. I thought she looked dead sexy! "Good morning!" I trumpeted. "Would you like a ride down to the bus stop?" "Yes please! I hate walking in snow and I'm worried about slipping," she said, pointing briefly to her stomach. As we drove, my mind started wandering. I was aware of her smell. Soap, shampoo and baby powder. I love baby powder. It's sweet scent just makes me melt. I was also aware of her raw appeal enhanced by pregnancy. My mind drifted back to the kiss she had given me two nights before, and the fullness of her breasts... "Um, Donald?" "Yes Abby?" "You missed the bus stop." Looking in my mirror, I could see she was right. "I'm sorry. My mind was drifting. Why don't I just run you into work? We're halfway there already." "Thanks. I'd appreciate that." Embarrassed, I drove the rest of the way in silence. Chapter 4 The following Friday, I invited Abby over for dinner again. This time, while I worked on the sauce, she prepared the salad and poured us each a glass of wine. She asked me about my business, and why I was travelling. I asked her where she was from, and where she had gone to school. I guess it was a first date kind of conversation. I was a little uneasy at first, but a second glass of wine lowered my guard to the point where I could talk freely with her. After the meal was over, and the coffee and dessert devoured, I started clearing the table. Slowly, she got up, and walked over towards me. Reaching for my hand, she led me back to my bedroom. I'll admit I was feeling uneasy. This wasn't what I had in mind. I was just trying to help, but the temptation was just overwhelmingly strong. I couldn't resist. Pushing me to the bed, she pulled my pants and underwear off. Hungrily, she started sucking on my cock, bringing me fully erect in seconds. She swirled her tongue on the underside of the head, and then occasionally bobbed up and down stroking her lips over the whole length of my rod. I was in heaven. "Oh, oh," I moaned. Each stroke of her lips brought me closer and closer to orgasm. Pushing my shirt up, her nails raked over my chest. The combination of sensations was too much. As my orgasm came, I looked down to see her eyes staring at me with a frank earnestness. Crying out I shot rope after rope of hot creamy cum into her mouth. I shot so much that some escaped her lips, and her chin was flecked with pearls of semen. "Wow! That was amazing. I don't think I could take it if it got any better than that," I said shakily. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now, help me get out of these clothes. That was just a warm-up exercise!" Like teenagers, we helped each other get undressed. She was wearing a G-String, and it was so sexy the way her baby belly jutted over the tiny cloth. Undressing each other was a little awkward, and a little giggly, but it was fun, and we enjoyed ourselves. When we were both naked, we relaxed back into the bed. Deliberately, I ran my hands all over her body. This time, I took a lot of time exploring her breasts. Delicately, I traced the outlines of her breasts, then the areola. Occasionally, I would gently roll one nipple and then the other between my fingers. Delicately pinching them and then lightly flicking my tongue over them. While I did this, small sighs escaped from Abby's lips. Finally, I could contain myself no longer, and I placed my mouth over her breast, drawing her engorged nipple completely into my mouth. It was as if she had been hit with an electric shock. Her whole body jerked and rocked forward, and her pelvis was quaking up and down. "Yes, Yes! Oh God, suck them. It feels so good," she cried. While I was alternately sucking on her nipples, I ran one hand all over her body. Sensing she was ready for more, I slid a pillow under her hips, and brought my face between her legs. With my tongue, I traced the outline of her labia, and then speared her clit with my tongue. I covered her opening with my mouth and drew her pussy lips between my teeth. Moving my head backwards, I raked the labia with my teeth. Then, bringing my mouth downward, I stuck my whole tongue into her opening. The effect was immediate. Reaching down, she twined her fingers into my hair and pulled my face into her crotch. I had forgotten how much I loved the scent of a woman. It was delicate and intoxicating. Pulling my face back, I inserted two fingers into her. In no time, they were coated in her slick juices. As I worked my fingers in and out, I started rubbing her clit with my other hand. When I looked up over her stomach, I could see that she was using her hands to cup her breasts and pulling on her erect nipples with her fingers. It was just incredibly erotic to watch her add to her own pleasure! When her breath started coming in shallow gasps, I took my finger away from her clit. I licked her using broad flat strokes from bottom to top. This really set her off. "Lick me there! Yeah! YEAH! Lick me! Suck my clit. Fuck me. Oh, fuck me!" she moaned. Fastening my mouth over her clit, I started licking it fiercely, circling over the hood with my tongue, and then slipping it under the hood and spearing her clit directly. "Oh, I'm cumming!" she wailed. Her pelvis bucked up and down as I rode her. I could feel her hot, slick tunnel convulsing on my fingers, squeezing them over and over. I paused for a couple of seconds, and then resumed licking her even more forcefully. Her whole body stiffened as wave after wave of pleasure shot through her. Leaving my fingers inside her, I moved my mouth away from her pussy. Slowly her breath started coming more evenly, although little moans still escaped her lips. Using my free hand, I ran it over her body, caressing her ripe, swollen abdomen, her breasts. Using the backs of my fingers, I gently stroked along her neck and the side of her face. After a couple of minutes of lightly finger fucking her, I moved my face back to her pussy. Momentarily, I removed my fingers from her cunt and inserted my thumb. Once it was well coated, I re-inserted my fingers into her and lowered my thumb to her anus. Slowly, I pressed my thumb against her rear opening, kneading and probing it. At the same time, I started sucking on her clit again. Soon I had my thumb inserted into her ass, just past the inner sphincter. The effect was huge. "Oh, yeah! Oh, that feels so good! Oh! OH. Fuck me! Suck my clit. Don't stop! Oh, Oh! Fuck!" she screamed. Pressing my fingers more deeply into her, I slowly rotated my thumb and moved it in and out of her ass. I could feel her orgasm approach and then it hit. Her cunt and ass spasmed over my fingers, squeezing and then releasing. Finally, she couldn't take any more. Reaching down, she pushed my face away from her. "Now I really need you to fuck me!" she said weakly. Spreading her legs, she motioned for me to mount her. "If you don't mind, let's do it like this. Lay on your side, no, face away from me. Now, bend a little at the waist. That's it." Sliding down beside her, I brought my cock up to her hips. "Now, lift your right leg up." As she complied, I moved my right leg under hers and brought my cock up to the entrance of her pussy. Feeling it, she reached down, and guided my rock-hard dick into her. The full length of it slid into her in one easy stroke. Once again, the moist feeling of her fiery cunt was just terrific. I started fucking her leisurely. The one thing about this position is that I can just about fuck forever. I would stroke in out of her for a few minutes and then I would rest. While I paused, I ran my fingernails down her spine, fondled a breast or tweaked a nipple, or caressed her stomach. All the while, small moans and whimpers were coming from Abby's sweet lips. When I got close to cumming I reached up with my hand and put it on her shoulder. Using her shoulder, I pulled her back repeatedly on to my cock. By now, we had been fucking for about twenty minutes and I couldn't contain myself any longer. With a final shove, I buried my cock deep into her as my seed burst forth. As it did, I could feel the slick walls of her pussy contracting around me, milking me dry. Afterwards, we lay together with her head on my chest, and her stomach pressed up against my side. "What was that?" I asked. I'd felt a movement coming from her stomach. "What?" "That!" I said, feeling it again. "Oh. Here, let me show you." Sitting up, she got into a cross-legged position. The sight was amazing. Her boobs were resting on her stomach, and were jutting outward slightly. Her hair was tangled, and needless to say, she had that fresh fucked look. It was such an intimate moment; it remains indelibly burned in my memory. Taking my hand, she put it on her stomach. A few seconds later, I felt the twitch again. In the dim light, I could see her stomach take a little roll. "She's hiccupping," she giggled. "She does it all the time." Lying back down, we talked some about what it was like for her to be pregnant. "I love being pregnant," she told me. "I hardly had any morning sickness. I've got the other usual symptoms, chronic heartburn, and I need to pee all the time, but I just totally love the feeling of having another life growing within me. I can't explain it any more than that. I love being pregnant." After a while, we fell asleep in each other's arms. Chapter 5 The next three months passed in much the same way. I would travel some; sometimes she would join me for dinner. Sometimes after dinner, we made love, and sometimes we didn't. We weren't quite lovers but we were obviously more than friends. I guess the modern term would be friends with benefits. I knew I was in love with her. Hell, I knew I'd been in love with her since I first saw her on the couch with Ginger's head in her lap. I really wasn't sure how she felt about me. Part of me wanted to hold onto her as tightly as I could forever. Another part of me, the rational fifty-year-old part, said that I was a poor match for someone her age. I decided to let go of it. I was sure that once the baby was born, things would change between us. In the meantime, I was dragging out the acquisition so I could spend more time with her. One evening about a week before her due date, when she was over for dinner, the conversation took a different turn. "You've never asked me about my baby," she said simply. "I guess I thought when you wanted to tell me about it you would. I didn't want to pry." I murmured. "I feel like I have to tell you. It's important for me to know that you understand," she said, her eyes intently focusing on mine. I could see a look of apprehension and pleading in them. "Sure." I was perplexed, but ready to listen. "I was the office manager at a business here in town. The owner of the business started showering me with attention. Not the things you do" she smiled, "but expensive gifts, dinners at Pietro's, and flowers. He even got me a nice apartment in a gated community." "I was stupid. I knew he was married, but I told myself that he loved me. He told me how unhappy he was in his marriage and I believed him. He never quite said it, but he let me think he wanted to divorce her and marry me." "Like an amoral idiot, I soaked it up. I'm so embarrassed to tell you about this. I was so stupid. You are such a good man;" she said desperately. "I know you must not think much of this. Anyhow, I got pregnant. All the time he kept going on about how it would be in the future. I noticed that he hadn't left his wife. Finally, I directly asked him when he was leaving his wife. He told me that he wasn't leaving her, since she owned the business and that I was a silly little girl, and oh, by the way I was fired and the apartment lease was up and I had to get the hell out," she sobbed. Her face had gone blotchy, and she was starting to hiccough. I went over to her and held her. "I'm so sorry. He sounds like a piece of dirt. I've met people like him. They're sociopaths. They can seem nice and charming, but they're really pathological liars incapable of love. You really can't blame yourself. Our hearts can make fools of us." "Thanks. I wish I could forgive myself. I feel so bad for his wife," she moaned. "I suppose I feel sorry for her too. Without knowing them though, I'd have to say that she know what's happening and for her own reasons is staying with him." "Well, I was determined that I wasn't going to see that bastard again no matter what it took. I sold everything I had and moved into the motel. I'd been there for two months and my car was broken down, and I was running out of money. I was totally desperate," she continued, "and... and that's when I met you" she whispered. Gently, I patted her on the back and told her that things were working out and that she was going to be OK. Eventually, she got herself back together and walked through the yard to her apartment over the garage. The next afternoon, Abby didn't come home from work. I found a note from her stuck in with the mail. Donald, Thanks for everything you have done. You've been so good to me. I have to go now. Love, Abby My brother's prophetic words rang in my ears. I hadn't been ready. The next two weeks were miserable. Ginger and I moped about the house. I missed her. I missed her a lot. It got so bad, that I went up to the garage apartment and turned a light on. I suppose I just wanted to pretend that she was there. I pretty much quit cooking. I started living on microwave burritos and Chinese takeout. God, I thought I had been empty before! It was like losing Eileen all over again! Donald and Abby Then one day she was there, standing at the back door, holding an infant seat with a pink blanket thrown over it. Quickly, I rushed over to let her in. Thank God, I had shaved and showered that day. "Welcome back. Come in! How are you? Tell me how it went!" "I'm a little beat now, and sitting has to be done delicately. My mother says the delivery and birth were normal," she said pulling her fingers through her hair. "I guess it went pretty quick. About three hours from when I really went into labor until I delivered. Would you like to see her?" Uncovering the carrier, she revealed a beautiful little girl. Her features were tiny and delicate and she had her mother's lustrous black hair. "She was 7 lbs, 6 ounces, and 21 inches long. Her name is Eileen Rose." I stopped. "I've never mentioned my wife's name to you. How did you know?" "Your sister Laurie told me," she said. "Oh. You weren't supposed to find out about that." I said quietly. "That's not all I found out. I'd like to talk to you Donald." "Oh. Sure" I mumbled. I could feel embarrassment and shame stealing over me. This would be the formal end of our relationship; I could feel it coming. Woodenly, I motioned her toward the chair, while I sat in the sofa. Ignoring me, she came over and sat in my lap. Placing her arms around my shoulders, she leaned in close to me and began. Confusion swept through me. I didn't understand. "I'll just come right out and say it," she said. "I love you Donald. I love you with all my heart. I needed the last two weeks to be certain, but I'm totally sure. I know you love me too. I've seen it in your eyes, and in the things you do for me... Donald Wilson, will you marry me?" I was stunned. "I don't know what to say." "I think the best thing to say is yes!" she said plainly. "Sweetie, I don't think I'm a great choice for you. I'm a lot older than you; I'll die while you are still relatively young. I'm not good looking, and I'm not much of a catch. I think you could do a lot better than a broken down old lech like me. Look at how we met." "And just WHAT is that supposed to mean!" she said tersely. Her face started to color. "I didn't mean that. I wasn't talking about you; you were in a desperate situation. I was talking about me. I was just..." I trailed off. "You were just lonely," she said lovingly. "I remember a lonely man desperate for someone to love and care for. That's what I saw. A man who was so loving and kind yet so fragile he was afraid to try to find someone. You were so nice..." she said her eyes brimming with tears. "Even though you were paying me, you never once judged me. You were a perfect gentleman and you treated me like a lady that night." "I still think," I continued blithely. Without pausing, she carried on. "I see a kind man that has looked out for me, a man who got me a job working in his business but was so upright he didn't even tell me it was his business. I see a man who helped me to get a much better car than I could afford. I know Moe is your brother. Hal let it slip when he saw the tag on the back of the car. I'm guessing you paid for part of that car. I can't forget about the apartment either. You let me stay there for free! You even bought me groceries when I moved in!" "I see a man that has relentlessly, after every snow storm this winter, shoveled the walk and the stairs so that I'd be safe. These are the things that I see. I could look a hundred years and I KNOW that I'll never find a man that will care for me and love me more than you do. I would be insane not to love you. So, I'm asking you again: Donald Wilson, will you marry me?" "You're sure it's what you want?" I said hesitantly. "I'm totally sure you're what I want," she breathed. "Yes. Yes, I'll marry you. I love you. I've loved you since we met, but you knew that huh?" "Yes," she murmured, "I knew that." Thanks for reading, and thanks for all the feedback. Remember, if you like the story, please vote. If you don't like it, please leave a comment and tell me why :).