6 comments/ 9081 views/ 5 favorites Into the Garden Ch. 19-21 By: carlieplum Author's Note: Belinda, a white Southern sorority is heading off to Chicago, with some apprehension, to meet the parents of Sam, her biracial husband whom she met when he was working at her family's mansion for the summer. Although these pieces somewhat stand on their own, they are best read in a series. I hope you enjoy and that you will take a moment to share your feedback and ratings. I'm still new at this and am looking to grow as an author. Thanks. Carlie CHAPTER 19 Although their packing and preparations for the trip to Chicago were slowed by their need for frequent lovemaking breaks, they managed to be ready for their trip on time. Rick, who Sam trusted implicitly to keep their situation confidential, had offered to drive them to the airport, and since the flight was so early, Belinda asked if he might want to come for dinner Thursday night and spend the night on their fold-out sofa. She was eager to impress the first of Sam's friends she had met, so she pulled out all the stops. Thursday morning she ran out to the market and loaded up on groceries. Rick's introduction to Belinda was over a plate of pasta with homemade sauce that had been made from scratch and simmered all day on the stovetop. Belinda finished off the meal with sautéed fresh green beans with homemade garlic bread. Belinda was glad she had ignored her mother when Susannah told her she was spending too much time in the kitchen with Mrs. Sims. Even if they could afford it, Belinda didn't want a home like her own, where every meal was cooked by hands that had been hired. When Belinda left the room for a moment, Rick joked that it was a good thing Sam had put a ring on her finger, or he'd have to face some serious competition. After Sam got Rick settled in for the night, he went into the bedroom only to find Belinda crying on the floor of the walk-in closet, her suitcase empty on the floor. "Baby, what are you doing? What's wrong? You were all packed." "I don't know what to wear. I've never been to Chicago. I've never been a wife." Belinda's tears flowed harder as she began hyperventilating. Sam kissed her over and over, assuring her that it didn't matter what she wore, that his parents weren't the kind of people to judge like that. "Honey, Rick's out there plotting how to convince you to leave me for him. My parents are counting down the hours until we get there. You don't have anything to worry about. But if you want, I'll pack for you." He quickly put together four outfits, two too many for their two day trip, but enough to give Belinda choices. He slipped her nightgown and underthings back into the bag and stowed her makeup kit in as well, as she watched him, still dabbing some tears. "Promise me something," he heard her say as he zipped up the carry-on. "What, love?" "Promise me you'll still love me even if they don't." Sam laughed, but stopped when he realized Belinda was totally serious. He took her face in his hands and kissed her tear-stained cheeks. "Lindy, I promise. It's not going to happen, but I promise. I'm not going to stop loving you, any more than you are going to stop loving me when your mother finds about me and has the conniption to end all conniptions." Gathering her up in his arms, he carried her to bed. The drive to the airport was a little rough. Morning sickness was beginning to kick in more strongly and Rick had to stop twice to let Belinda throw up. On the airplane, Sam got a flight attendant to bring Belinda a few extra airsickness bags, but luckily, she didn't need them. Sam kept her laughing and distracted with funny stories about himself and his brother Sean from childhood. She realized a lot of them involved snow, which was a bit intimidating to a girl from Mississippi, but when the plane landed the pilot reported it was a beautiful late summer day with temperatures in the mid-80s. Sam's parents were there to meet them at the baggage pickup, and Sam hardly had the chance to get the words, "I'd like you to meet my wife," before his mother Colleen, a petite Irish woman, embraced her. A hug from his father Michael--who looked much like Sam, but taller, darker skinned, and thinner--followed. "They seem to like you so far," Sam whispered in Belinda's ear as they made their way to the car. Sam had warned Belinda that his brother might be a little stand-offish, that he had a chip on his shoulder about being biracial and only dated black girls, but Sean was on his best behavior. Belinda felt herself very much at home with the Greene's. They laughed and joked over dinner in the family's beautiful two-story penthouse overlooking the lake, until Colleen noticed Belinda yawning and sent them off to bed. For a moment, Belinda felt awkward being shown to Sam's bedroom, but as she glanced down at the sparkling diamond on her left hand, she realized she was going to have to get used to being a wife. After the long day of traveling and the release of so much built up stress, Belinda was asleep in moment. Sam stayed awake reading, and after a few hours he felt her stir next to him, snuggling close and kissing him in her half asleep/half-dreaming state. Sam kissed her back, and within moments the kissing grew more passionate as Belinda came more fully awake. Before it could go too far, Sam stopped her. "This bed creaks like crazy. You can't even masturbate on this thing without it sounding like there's a swinger's party going on in here." He started arranging blankets and pillows on the floor as Belinda softly sang a bluegrass song they both loved, "Make Me a Pallet on Your Floor." When he had set up a little nest on the floor next to be bed, Belinda joined him. She slid her hands up under his t-shirt, loving as always the strength of his arms and chest. "I've always wondered, why did you take a job digging ditches and scraping paint this summer? You surely must have had better offers," she asked. "I did, Sam answered, "but when I looked at my future, I realized most of my days were going to be spent behind a desk or at a conference table. My dad put himself through school doing any kind of job he could get; even though I have my scholarship, I guess I wanted to prove I could do the same. And if I hadn't, I would have never met you..." He trailed off as Belinda's kisses moved across his chest, burning him like fire as she licked and sucked her way toward his boxers. With her hand she rubbed his hardening manhood through his shorts, both of them trying their best to be quiet. Sam caressed Belinda's hair, loving the softness of it in his hands and the softness of her lips now wrapped around him, her tongue running up and down along the base of his shaft, then circling the top of his head in long wet strokes that left him panting. She took him deep in her mouth, running the tip of it along the bottom of his shaft even as she kept him inside her. always marveled at the beauty of this woman who loved him so much and who aroused him so much. He pulled her up to a kiss. "That didn't feel good?" Belinda asked. "It feels amazing, but I want to be inside you." Sam lay on his side, his legs scissored in between Belinda's. Belinda lay on her back as he entered her, turned slightly toward him. "Why don't we do it like this more often?" Sam wondered half to himself. "I love how I can see so much of you and touch so much you of you when we lay like this..." The lovers gazed at each other as Sam took a nipple between his fingers, rolling it back and forth as it hardened. Belinda showed her approval by gripping his leg and thrusting her sex harder against his cock. Sam gave the other nipple the same treatment as Belinda's breath became more uneven. He eased off, tickling circles across her belly and stroking her face. They moved together, Sam entering her deeply so that each thrust saw their pubic hairs touch. For minutes they kept up the pace, then Sam went back to his attentions to Belinda's breasts, knowing it would drive her desire to greater heights. This time he pinched the nipples, pulling them slightly away from her body. Belinda shut her eyes and rolled her head back, her body lost in delight. She pulled Sam's top leg down against her, allowing her to rub her now-hard clitoris against his muscled thigh, seeking her orgasm. As Sam continued playing with her breasts, he quickened his own strokes until Belinda's ragged breathing told him she was on the verge of coming. Both of them were as silent as they could be as Sam gripped Belinda tighter and began pistoning his cock deeper and harder into her slick passage. Belinda raised her hips looking for even greater friction against his thigh. She was biting her lip now, struggling not to cry out at the sensations that were coursing through her body. She wanted to tell Sam she was coming, but before she could trust herself to whisper the words, her body was spasming up from the floor as her cunt contracted around her husband's firm cock. As Belinda's muscles rippled around him, Sam felt his own orgasm coming closer. He slid quickly out of Belinda and, putting a pillow under her knees, entered her from behind. She was so tight around him like this. As he often did in this position, he pictured himself as a lion atop his mate and bit down on Belinda's shoulder as he mounted her, driving deep into her as his balls grew tight up against his body and he shot his seed deep into her. They rested together there on the floor before rearranging the bedding and falling asleep on the bed, held tight in each other's arms. The rest of the visit went by in a blur, any reservations Belinda had had about being welcomed into the Greene family long gone. As they were packing to go to the airport, Colleen drew Belinda aside. "We know you haven't told your family yet, and we understand from Sam that they may not be accepting. We just want you to know that we don't think that reflects in any way on you. Michael and I will be here to support you both in whatever way you need." She hugged Belinda tightly as Belinda struggled to hold back tears. As the plane took off, Belinda stared out the window, oblivious to anything around her. "Are you okay, baby?" Are you going to throw up?" he asked. She shook her head no. "Did Sean say something to upset you?" "No! No! Everyone was so warm. I wish my family was like that. Your mom was so wonderful," Belinda said, relaying the conversation the two women had had. "I just decided when we tell your parents, I want to tell my parents too." "Are you sure?" Sam asked. "I'm sure. It's not going to get any easier the longer we wait, and I've had enough of keeping secrets." CHAPTER 20 The first months of school flew by as Belinda and Sam buckled down and focused on keeping their grades up. Belinda had her first prenatal appointment, bringing home ultrasound printouts that the doctor assured her showed a healthy fetus. She met two more of Sam's closest friends--Ben and Dane--who could be trusted to maintain the couple's confidentiality. Belinda was gaining more confidence in the kitchen and it pleased her that Sam's friends viewed his situation with envy. Not that she wanted them to be jealous; she just wanted Sam to feel proud of her. Belinda also overcame her fear and invited Liza and Dahleen for a meal. They sized up the situation in an instant, and the first invitation led to others as both couples enjoyed being around another pair without any need for hiding their feelings. It was heaven for all of them to be able to hold hands and kiss their partners over dinner, games or a movie on the television. Simple pleasures, but ones they didn't take for granted. In late September, Belinda hit the 12-week mark in her pregnancy. It was time to make the big announcement! When Sam called home, Belinda could hear the happy shouts and congratulations even though the speaker-phone wasn't on. "Mom wants to talk to you, Lindy," Sam called. "Oh, Belinda," Colleen gushed. "I'm way too young to be a grandma but I am so excited! You and Sam are going to be such wonderful parents! We're so happy! We love you! Hand the phone back to Sam, okay?" Sam got on with his father. The tone was more serious with lots of "I will, Dad. Yes, Dad. Yes, Dad. Yes, we'll change to an OB mom recommends. Yes, I already started saving for that." And finally, "Thanks, Dad. I love you too." The phone call over, Sam marched around the living room playing "Baby Elephant Walk" on his air clarinet as Belinda laughed until tears ran down her face. When they finally came down from their giddy high, Belinda heaved a sigh. "Now it's time to tell the Sutters. Laissez le bon temps rouler! Let the good times roll!" For a few days, Belinda worried she would have to go home to face her parents, but with luck her father happened to be in town for a business meeting and made time to come to the apartment for dinner. Sam made himself scarce, parking himself and his textbooks in a nearby coffee shop in case Belinda wanted him. After dinner with her father, Belinda told him she had something serious she needed to discuss. The look on her face told him it wasn't going to be easy to hear. John was perplexed. Chip had brought him plenty of heartache, not to mention a $30,000 bill to buy off his trampy ex-girlfriend, but Belinda had never been much trouble other than bucking her mother's wishes from time to time. She slid a folded sheet of paper across the table. John opened it and read the marriage license. It took him a moment to realize that Sam Greene was the young black man who had spent the summer working for him. He sat silently, rolling the information over in his mind. He had liked Sam and admired his work ethic, but that didn't mean he wanted him as a son. And Susannah . . . John rested his head in his hands as he thought of how his wife was going to react. When John looked up again, Belinda slid over the ultrasound photos. After a minute she said, "We're due in late April or early May." John quickly did the math in his head, from the early August wedding date. It was nine months if you went with the May due date. Could be worse, he thought, picturing explaining a baby born seven months after the wedding. Finally, Belinda handed him her credit card, checkbook, and an envelope. "That's the rent," she said. "I lied to get you to pay for the apartment. I wasn't married then and the baby wasn't on the way, but it still wasn't honest. Sam will pay for the rent for the year." John Sutter sat silently. He loved his daughter and she had always made him proud. He knew Susannah was going to kick up sand, but what was done was done. He handed the envelope of cash back to Belinda. "I promised to support you 'til you finished college, and I'm gonna do that. The rent will be paid through May and I'll keep you on our health and car insurance. You running off and getting married probably saved me a good 80 grand the way your Momma would have spent on a wedding," he said, joking to lighten the mood. "But, since you did lie, I'm gonna take the credit card and checkbook," he said, trying to make his voice sound madder than he truly felt. Belinda explained that Sam's had arranged insurance for her and the baby and her dad no longer needed to have her on the policy. He listened, feeling more comfortable than he could have imagined as he learned that his daughter was being taken care of. But she was still his baby girl, and he was going to make sure she had what she needed. "Janie will send you a company credit card. Your limit is $500 a month. I know I've gotten plenty of business from showing off what you've done with the house using the company's product line. You've probably made the company as many sales as your brother, so consider it your commission." Belinda stood up and hugged her dad tightly, tears of relief running down her face. John squeezed her back, uncomfortable with the crying. "Now, did this young man give you a decent ring and is he brave enough to show his face around me?" Belinda texted Sam to come home then fetched the ring from the bedroom, as well as the simple band she would wear on campus. John gave a thumbs-up to the sparkler and managed to shake Sam's hand and speak with him civilly when he arrived. The meeting between John and Sam was fine, if awkward. Firm handshakes all around. Earnest statements on both sides. John headed back to his hotel, dreading the task of telling his wife that her dream of a big society wedding for Belinda was off and that her new son was a black man who had already gotten her daughter pregnant. It was going to be ugly. In fact, he'd promised Belinda he'd have the Sims pack and deliver the rest of her things from home with the understanding that it might be a while before Susannah calmed down enough for Belinda to come home. "Tomorrow we go public!" Belinda crowed, hugging Sam tightly. "In that case, we'd better look our best," he answered, pulling her toward the bathroom. One of the best things about their apartment was the large shower. With a huge-shower head and stone tile walls that heated up quickly when the water ran, it was big enough for two people and even had a low bench on one wall. Sam started the water running then pulled off Belinda's clothes and stopped a moment to admire her beautiful red lace bra and panties. She had warned him that nursing bras were hopelessly dowdy, but with some Google searching she had managed to find a few online stores that sold sexy maternity lingerie. She had ordered new bras to fit her now C-cup breasts, plus matching panties and a few tantalizing nightgowns. She might be out of the sorority house, but she wasn't giving up on Pi Phi pajamas. She loved the look of lust in Sam's eyes when she slipped on something lacy and slinky that showed off and hid her assets at the same time. With the morning sickness passed she felt great for the rest of the day, and the pregnancy hormones meant she was ready for sex almost all the time. It was still hard for her to say so flat out; it went against all her raising, but she could dress in a way that sent the message loud and clear. Sam dropped his clothes in a pile on the floor and opened the door, leading Belinda into the shower. With the water caressing their skin like an extra set of hands, the newlyweds kissed, tongue pushing against tongue. Sam loved the way Belinda sucked and bit his lips when they kissed. He had never had a girl do that before, and it excited him tremendously, the close link of pleasure and pain. Belinda grabbed the soap, building a lather in her hands, and began washing Sam's muscled body. Sometimes when they were together like this, the look and feel of him was enough to make her feel like she was drunk, her head unable to concentrate as it filled with pictures of the loving they had done and things she wanted to do to him and to have done to her. She continued soaping up his body, dropping her hands to cup and wash his balls and then cover his shaft with soap, almost worshipping the light brown cock in her hands, the cock that was stirring to its full seven-inches as she stroked it with the slippery soap. Putting his hands on her shoulder, Sam gently pushed Belinda backward and sat her down on the shower bench. He took one of her swelling breasts into each hand and pressed them both around his manhood, sliding it up and down and her breasts surrounded him. On the upstroke, Belinda bent her neck and flicked the head of his cock with her warm tongue. Sam was in heaven, every part of him getting clean in the warm water, but the cleaning his beautiful wife was giving him with her hot mouth was the best of all. Lifting her up, he turned her around and put her hands on the shower wall. As the warm water continued to fall on them, he encircled her waist with his arm and slid his free hand between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him. Into the Garden Ch. 19-21 "Let me love you, Lindy," he whispered in her ear. She nodded her head, and he slid his hard shaft into her, rocking slowly. Her warmth and wetness surrounded him as the pair stood in the shower, the water forming another cocoon of warmth and wetness around them. Moving slowly at first, he savored how tight she fit him, like she was made for him, rocking back and forth as his whole body pressed up against her. He felt her squeeze her muscles around him once, twice, three times. The obstetrician had told her that pregnant women should do kegel exercises to keep up their internal muscle tone, and she always seemed to remember it was time to "exercise" when he was deep inside her. The pressure drove him crazy as her soft inner skin pressed against him, and he began thrusting more quickly, the friction adding to the heat. With a final few thrusts, he came deep inside her, whispering in her ear, "I love you, Lindy. I love you forever." Before they went to bed, Belinda sent an email to Jenny Tidwell as chapter president and to the national headquarters of Pi Delta Phi, informing them that because of her marriage on August 8, she would need to be converted to alumna status. She still had plenty of worry in her heart, but she slid into bed with Sam, cuddling up to him with much less stress than she had felt in months. Fortunately she couldn't know what the coming weeks would hold. As expected, Susannah took to her bed "sick with grief and shame," as she put it. Belinda had sent her mother a long letter explaining her decisions and trying to make peace; only time would tell. Chip sent hateful, racist emails. Belinda read a few, filling with rage has she read the ugly awful words, before deciding she was best off just deleting them as soon as they came in, before Sam accidentally saw one. She remembered how angry he had gotten about the barbeque delivery guy. A fight with Chip was not going to make things any easier. The pair got more than a few looks when they stepped out as a couple on campus. Belinda could feel some of the black girls looking her up and down in a way that was anything but friendly as she and Sam walked hand in hand. The looks of disgust they got from some of the white students were also unsettling, but the pair kept their heads high and pretended not to notice. "A lady never loses her cool," Belinda said as they walked to class. That little tidbit came from her debutante training, but it was supposed to cover things like a lost white glove or an open dance on your card at cotillion, not dirty looks and icy stares. "Big help, Lindy. I'm not exactly a lady over here," Sam joked, trying to ease the stress with laughter. "You know, every day I feel like it gets a little easier," Belinda told Sam as she served up a plate of some of her favorite comfort food--meatloaf, mashed potatoes and peas—at the end of the first week of being public. "The looks are uncomfortable, but no one has been really out-and-out ugly. It's worth it to be a normal couple." Sam nodded his agreement as he dove into the delicious dinner. Belinda started eating, but was interrupted by the phone. "Belinda, Jenny's gone crazy." It was Liza. "I just came back from a chapter meeting. She's ordered all of us to have nothing to do with you. We're not supposed to talk to you. We're not even supposed to look at you. If you walk by us, she wants us to turn our backs." Belinda had handed Jenny the perfect tool to get her revenge and Jenny wasn't going to let it go. "It was horrible," Liza went on. "Jenny said you had shamed the house, shamed the Pi Phi reputation, and the only way to erase the damage was to make it clear that as far as the Pi Phis are concerned, you aren't one of us." When Belinda hung up the phone and told Sam about the conversation, he was livid, although he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. He couldn't exactly beat up a bunch of girls. "Don't worry, baby," Belinda tried to assure him. "Everybody knows Jenny Tidwell is nuts. She's gone after so many people in the house, I can't imagine everyone will follow her orders. Enough of them have been on the receiving end of her hatefulness. It will be okay." It didn't take Belinda long to find out how wrong she was. Girls she had thought of as friends treated her like she had the plague. To a woman, they followed Jenny's orders, and they weren't subtle about it. They made a big show of turning their backs when Belinda walked by, whether she was with Sam or alone, sometimes even laughing or sneering as they did it. One of her "sisters," Stephanie Land, who had been only too happy to borrow Belinda's clothes for dates just a few months before, was in a class with Belinda. She made a point of looking at where Belinda was sitting and choosing the farthest seat away in the classroom. If Belinda spoke in class, Stephanie's face registered total disgust. Of the Pi Phis, only Liza was brave enough say hello to her on campus. During the day, Belinda held it together. She went home at night and cried in Sam's arms, as he held her and rubbed her back, feeling powerless. On campus, she snapped just once. Between classes, she stopped in an on-campus fast-food place to grab a cold drink. She spotted two Pi Phis but walked by their table as if she hadn't seen them. As she passed their table, she heard one of them hiss a word at her: "Whore." Belinda froze, then turned around slowly. She returned to the table and standing right in front of it sang in a loud clear voice the words to one of the sickly-sweet sorority songs she had always hated. "A sisterhood so true, a place for everybody A place where we can share, good times and bad both equally . . ." The cafe went silent, everyone staring at Belinda and the two girls with their backs turned to her. Belinda kept on singing the words about sisterhood and loyalty until her one-time friends grabbed their things and fled the room. When they were gone, Belinda walked up to the counter and bought her drink, then went on to class, feeling like she had won at least one small victory. "Poker night at Rick's place tonight," Sam told his friend Ben on the phone. "What? Does this mean Belinda isn't making snacks for us?" Ben exclaimed. "I mean, I always like taking your money, but I like even better now that you got all domesticated and Belinda makes food for us. Sure beats take-out." "Yeah, I know. But Belinda's not feeling up to it," Sam told him. Over pizza at Rick's the guys asked what was up with Belinda. "Great, except for her bitch-ass sorority sisters," Sam spit out. "She's doing fine in school and the doctor says everything is great with the baby, but some stuck-up . . ." Sam paused; he couldn't think of a word bad enough to describe what he felt about Jenny Tidwell. "The president of her sorority, Jenny Tidwell, has them all treating her like dirt. Belinda's holding her head up high, but it's costing a lot for her to do it." SLAM! All the rage that had been building in Sam as he'd been forced to watch his pregnant wife absorb so much hurt exploded. "Damn it, I promised her I would take of her no matter what! Now some fucked-up bitch is making her cry every day and I can't do a damn thing to stop it." SLAM! Without thinking, he had punched his fist into the wall, the second blow making the first dent into a large hole. "Fuck! That hurts!" he yelled, rubbing his knuckles. "Dude, I'm sorry," he said to Rick, calming down as he looked at the damage he had done. "I'll pay to get it fixed." "No worries, bro. Ben put his big clodhopper through the same wall last year when he got dumped. You can fix it with tape and paint. Good as new. I think I've still got the leftover stuff from last time." Rick wasn't exactly pleased with the damage, but Sam was one of his best friends, and there wasn't any point in making him feel like crap about it. When Dane heard Jenny Tidwell's name, he almost choked on his pizza. He knew Jenny from his job in the university's accounting office. There had been a mistake on her school credit card account once, and by the time she left his office, she had threatened to have him and two of his coworkers fired and had two of the secretaries in tears. But Dane also happened to have a little information on Miss Tidwell, who wasn't as squeaky clean as she appeared to be, if the noises coming from his upstairs neighbor's apartment on the nights she visited were any indication. He'd had no real reason to use the information before, but it was going to come in handy now. When he got home that night, he phoned his sister, who belonged to a sorority and knew the right lingo to use. With his sister's help, he crafted a letter to Jenny, never telling Sam or anyone else anything about it. If Jenny went looking for the letter-writer, he wanted the trail to be stone cold. All Belinda ever knew was that after six weeks of almost constant harassment, it suddenly stopped. "I don't get it," Liza told her. "You know Jenny, she's like a dog with a bone when she's after someone. But our first chapter meeting after the Thanksgiving break, she said that no one was supposed to bother you anymore. She said we didn't have to be your friends, but no one could give you any trouble, and if they did, they'd have to answer to her. What I wouldn't give to know what shut that girl up." Belinda didn't care. She and Sam had had a wonderful Thanksgiving alone in their apartment, cooking, eating and making love. Sam couldn't feel anything yet when he put his hand on Belinda's growing belly, but Belinda had even felt the first flutters of her baby moving inside her. The throwing up, the constant tiredness, none of it seemed so bad when she realized in a few more months she would be holding her baby. Part of her had missed Thanksgiving at home, but her mother had made it very clear that she wasn't welcome. She had hoped her dad could bring the rest of the family around, but that had been wishful thinking, although John had tried. It was crazy to think of flying to Chicago over the holiday weekend, although the Greene's had asked, or actually pretty much begged. Instead Belinda cooked up the traditional turkey and sides while Sam tackled a cranberry-apple cobbler and his Nana's macaroni and cheese. "Let's enjoy our romantic dinners for two while we can, Lindy," Sam had said, sensing Belinda's sadness at her continued banishment from her family. "This time next year we'll be trying to cook and eat with a baby crawling around or crying." As Belinda moved to clear the dishes, Sam grabbed her hand, saying, "I need to talk to the baby." He had subscribed to a "Your Pregnancy Week by Week" email, threatening Belinda with severe consequences if she told any of his buddies. "The baby's hearing is starting to develop. I want her to hear her daddy's voice." "Don't you mean him? It could be a him." Belinda challenged. "Him, her, whatever. Just be quiet while I talk to the baby." Sam unbuttoned the bottom buttons of Belinda's blouse and pushed down her skirt to the top of her panties. He made his voice lower and deeper than normal, putting his lips right by her belly button. "Heeyyy baby! Heeyyy baby! This is your daddy. I know you are going to be drinking milk for a long time, but your momma is an awesome cook. You get out here and grow some teeth and you'll see." "Your daddy's mac and cheese isn't so bad either," Belinda said, laughing at the sight of Sam, pressing his lips to her belly as if he half expected an answer. Sam ran his hands all over Belinda's stomach. He loved the feel of it, whether skin on skin or through her clothes. Just knowing that there was a life growing in there, a life they had created together. He didn't talk about it to Belinda, but when he thought about the baby joy and anxiety fused inside him, making his throat tighten uncomfortably even as he was smiling from ear to ear. At just about 16 weeks, she had a cute little baby bump growing. He kissed it, then kissed it again, the rise in his pants telling him it wasn't just turkey and stuffing he was hungry for. He slid his hands up and began fondling Belinda's breasts, which were filling out her new C-cup bras more than they had a few weeks before. "Okay, I still have a kitchen to clean up," Belinda said, starting to pull away. "I'll do it later," Sam said, his voice husky with desire. He continued kissing and licking her belly as he finished unbuttoning her shirt and pushing her skirt to the ground. He ran his hands over the coffee-colored panties Belinda insisted on calling boy shorts. He didn't see too much boyish about the delicate piece of stretchy lace that was in between him and where he wanted to be. Leading her by her hand to their bedroom, he laid her down on the bed, stretching out beside her as he began kissing her lips. It didn't take long for the mess in the kitchen to be forgotten as Belinda responded to his kisses by exploring his mouth with her lips and tongue. As Sam unsnapped her bra, she sucked hard on his bottom lip, knowing how he loved the sensation, nipping him gently with her teeth before letting him go. Sam kissed his way down her neck and over her collarbone, stopping to lick and suck each nipple, feeling them grow hard between his lips. Belinda moaned her approval, sliding a hand under her breast to lift it closer to his mouth. Sam and his buddies had always divided themselves into two camps: tit men and ass men, with Sam being in the second group. But as Belinda's breasts grew with her pregnancy, he found his loyalties divided. He continued down her body, licking and sucking his way toward her hot center. Belinda looked down at her gorgeous husband. She loved to watch the contrast of his dark skin against her own pale flesh. "Lift up, Lindy," he ordered, grabbing the lace panties and pulling on them. Settling back between her legs, he spread her lips, taking in sight of the slick wetness that was coating her pinkness. He wiggled his tongue into her opening as she lifted up to meet him, Sam loving as always the sweetness of her juices. Slowly, he began sliding his tongue in and out of her, fucking her with it as she moaned her approval. He pushed his thumb against her swollen clit, rubbing it as her moaning grew louder. One of her hands grasped the sheet and Sam felt the other come up against the back of his neck. "So good, baby. So good," Lindy encouraged him. Sam was torn. He loved giving her pleasure, but his cock was uncomfortably hard as it pressed into the bed. He pulled away, still rubbing her clit with his thumb. "Get up on your hands and knees, baby. I need to fuck you." Lindy flipped over. Sam ran the brown tip of his cock up and down her slit, once, twice, and then a third time as Belinda's breathing grew rougher, signaling her desire. His cock now wet with Belinda's slickness, he slipped inside her waiting pussy, then thrust himself deep into his wife. Belinda pushed back to meet him, her pale white ass-cheeks pressing up against his groin. Her skin was so smooth and soft. The feeling was amazing and Sam felt his loyalties slide back into the ass-man camp as he pressed against her backside again and again. Steadying himself with one hand, he moved his other hand between her legs, returning his attention to her clit, rubbing the soft skin of her sex steadily with the side of his thumb, still calloused from the summer's labors. "Oh yeah, baby, touch me like that, touch me like that," Belinda moaned, thrusting herself even harder against his cock. The pair moved together, a study in contrasts, dark against light, rough against smooth. Minutes passed, but time seemed to stand still for Belinda as the sensations of being filled by her husband's hot cock and rubbed on her clit, engorged with blood, short-circuited her normal thought process. Pleasure was rocketing through her body, overwhelming virtually any other input. She was aware only of the wet sound their bodies made as they moved together and came apart and the swaying of her breasts, growing heavier by the week even as the baby grew within her. She was climbing the mountain, feeling the sensations tightening within her as her body careened toward its release. "I'm so close, baby," she moaned. "I'm going to come all over your cock." Sam groaned and strengthened his assault on her tight box; three strokes and he felt her cunt grab him, squeeze him, release and squeeze him again and again and again as her orgasm washed over her. He wanted to keep fucking her, but he couldn't hold on. Biting into her back, he gave a few short pumps, then emptied himself inside her. They rolled over, his now-limp cock slipping out of her soft folds. Sam spooned up behind her, holding a breast in his hand as he absentmindedly rubbed the nipple. Growing cold, he reached down and pulled a sheet and blanket up around them before he fell asleep. Hours later, Sam felt Belinda get up and leave the bed. He looked at the clock: 3:37 a.m. "Where are you going, sweetness?" he asked. "You going to be the first one at the stores for some Black Friday shopping?" "Just going to use the bathroom," she answered. "Besides, I've got more than enough black in my bed. I don't need to do any shopping for that," she deadpanned. Sam was still laughing when she came back from the bathroom. CHAPTER 21 Instead of diving into a frenzy of post-Thanksgiving holiday decorating, Sam and Belinda set up a little table-top Christmas tree and spent the day snuggled on the sofa catching up on homework and learning about babies. Sam had claimed all the pregnancy and childcare books, leaving Belinda with the books about labor and delivery that their new OB had recommended. They were happy with the doctor Sam's mother, Colleen, had found for them using her medical contacts. The office was efficient and friendly and the doctor she had met with made her feel comfortable. Best of all, when they went for a visit they weren't the only interracial couple in the waiting room. "I know my brother's being a jerk, and my mom's probably wishing the South would rise again right about now," Belinda had said as they waited for their first prenatal checkup at the new medical practice, "but at least the Pi Phis are off my back and we know we aren't going to have some Klan doctor. I really hated going to the first appointments without you, but how are you supposed to find out if your doctor is a bigot? Ask him if he has a white hood to match his white coat?" "Greene!" The nurse was calling their name. She ushered them back, weighing and measuring Belinda before sending her off to the bathroom to leave a urine sample. When Belinda finished, Sam was waiting in the exam room for her. The nurse took her vitals, assuring her everything looked great and that the doctor would be in in a moment. Dr. Davidson was everything they had hoped for. With tousled white hair and horn-rimmed glasses, he looked like someone's forgetful uncle, but he was quick and efficient with the business at hand—measuring Belinda's belly while asking rapid-fire questions about her health. But despite his no-nonsense manner, he still made plenty of time to answer their questions. "Have you been reading the book list my assistant emailed over?" he asked. "I have," Belinda said. "He," gesturing at Sam with her thumb, "is reading all the good ones about swaddling and tummy time. " The doctor gave Sam a smile and clapped his hand on his shoulder, "You're going to be in the delivery room too, son. The more you know, the more you can help your wife. Just one last thing: we just need to listen for the baby's heartbeat." After spreading Belinda's stomach with a clear jelly, he pressed a small tool he called a Doppler monitor against it. Sam clasped Belinda's hand as the doctor moved around. The only sound coming from the machine sounded like swirling static. Belinda felt a panic rising in her. Was something wrong? But a look at Dr. Davidson's face showed no concern. Finally, they heard it, loud and strong beating with the swishing noise behind it Belinda that had thought was static. Into the Garden Ch. 19-21 "That's a strong one. And beating just as fast as it should be. It sounds great, guys," the doctor said with a warm smile. "What's that other noise? The swishing kind of sound?" Belinda asked, her eyes brimming with tears as her feelings overwhelmed her. A heartbeat. She could hear her baby's heartbeat! Who knew a little thump-thump could instantly make the coming birth seem ten times as real as it had just a few minutes ago? She clutched Sam's hand, needing to connect to him. "Your other doctor didn't let you listen to the heartbeat? Strange. Anyway, that's your blood flow. That's part of what the baby hears when it's growing inside you. You have any more questions, young man?" Sam just shook his head side to side, a wide grin on his face. "Alright then. Don't forget to go downstairs to get your blood drawn after this. We're going to run some routine tests. The assistant at the check-out desk will give you a scheduling form for your gestational diabetes test. She'll give you a number for the hospital's lab as well. Call today if you can. I want to get your 20-week ultrasound scheduled, and they get backed up over there. They'll do the ultrasound at the hospital and send all the pictures to me so we can discuss them. So start thinking if you want to find out what you're having." In the weeks after Thanksgiving, there wasn't much time to discuss the baby as the couple powered through last-minute papers and projects and studied for their final exams. There wasn't even time for sex. The books had all said that Belinda would feel less tired as she moved into her second trimester, but she was more tired than she had been the whole pregnancy, slipping in power-naps wherever possible and climbing into bed as soon as she finished studying. Sam was often out late meeting with project groups and study groups, and Belinda was usually asleep when he returned. With no time or energy to cook, they were subsisting cereal and sandwiches, with the occasional can of soup thrown in for variety. Sam wondered if this is what life would be like when the baby came. Climbing into bed beside his sleeping wife, Sam felt his cock harden as he curled up against her ass, pulling her warm body back against him. She was wearing something soft that brushed deliciously against his skin. For a moment he thought of kissing and touching her awake, but realized he was too tired to finish anything he might start. Instead, he laid his hand against her belly, intertwined his legs with hers and fell asleep. When school let out for midwinter break, the two made up for lost time. Belinda joked that she should just stop wearing clothes, since Sam was always pulling them off her. "Suits me fine," he answered. Belinda's sleek figure was a thing of the past as she neared the half-way mark in her pregnancy. The Sutter company credit card had been put to good use buying maternity clothes. As he watched her body change from the new life growing inside her, Sam wanted his wife more than ever. The sight of her naked, her breasts full, filling out her bras and swaying and jiggling in a way her pre-pregnancy boob hadn't got him instantly hard. He loved wrapping her breasts around his manhood, thrusting up and down as he held onto her, feeling her nipples hard against his hand. From is reading, he knew that soon it would be uncomfortable for her to have sex on her back. He loved being over her, feeling her warmth beneath him as he slid in and out of her warm, tight box. He wanted to store up as many of those memories as he could, pulling her down to the bed or the couch any chance he got. The first weekend after school let out, Rick, Dane, and Ben were due over for their last poker night before everyone headed home for the holidays. With a few days off and Sam around to run errands, Belinda had pulled out the stops preparing an over-the-top appetizer spread. With everything prepared, she was headed out to meet Liza and Dahleen for dinner. Sam had urged her to stay, but she insisted on going out. "I want to spend some time with my friends. Plus, you can burp and fart and talk about boobs if I'm not around," she had told him. "I like to talk about boobs when you are around," Sam said. "Have I mentioned that yours are magnificent? And the books say they will get even bigger when your milk comes in." Belinda laughed, telling him he looked just like a boy who got a puppy for his birthday. Sam had checked over the preparations before looking in on Belinda in the bathroom. She was putting the last touches on her makeup. Her hair was growing long, and she had let it dry naturally, her natural waves falling past her shoulders and down to her new maternity dress. Black with light brown polka dots, the dress was a v-neck wrap style, with a tie that held it closed just under her breasts, the fabric tight against her chest then flowing loosely down to just above her knees. As she leaned forward toward the mirror to put on her mascara, her full bosom pressed out against the soft jersey fabric, giving Sam just a peek at the lacey edge of her black bra. He pressed himself behind her, grinding his instantly hard cock against her ass cheeks as grabbed the hem of the dress and lifted it up so he could slide his hand into her panties. "Sam," she scolded. "Your friends are going to be here in 15 minutes." "Plenty of time," he answered, rubbing his fingers against her soft pubic hair and nuzzling her neck. Belinda felt her nipples hardening at the attention as she watched her handsome husband nuzzle his lips against her neck in the mirror. She put down the mascara, realizing she wanted him as much as he wanted her. "Okay, stud, show me what you got." Sam pulled her to the bedroom. Stopping at the side of the bed he went to his knees and slipped off her black lacy panties, wasting precious seconds to bring them to his nose and breathe in her scent. "Lay down," he ordered. In a second, his pants and boxers were off, and he was grabbing the lube from the bedside table. "Scootch your your dress up," he told her, "You have to go out. I don't want it getting wet." Belinda pulled up her dress as Sam knelt between her legs, dragging the head of his rock-hard cock up and down her slit. She moaned as it bumped her clit, and Sam kept it up as he watched her close her eyes and lick her lips. He glanced at the clock. He had 10 minutes until his friends were due. He slid into her, propping himself up on his arms as he pushed himself deep inside her, her juices joining the lube he had slid on. "You're so hot inside, baby, so hot and smooth and soft. I can't get enough of you," he told her. "I noticed," Belinda answered, bringing her index finger up to his mouth. He licked it, sucking it into his mouth and then releasing it. Belinda began rubbing herself. He thought back to when she had been shy about that. Marriage had definitely made her more comfortable with her sexuality. "It turns me on when you touch yourself," he told her. "It turns me on when I touch myself." Sam moved slowly, wanting to give her time to come climax before he came inside her. Ding, dong: the doorbell rang. "Damn it," cursed Sam. Belinda started to push him off, but he stopped her. "Stay right there." He reached for the bedside table, grabbing his cell phone. Still inside her, he phoned Rick's cell. "Dude, open the door," Rick said. "Dude, you're early," he hissed. "Let yourself in, and I'll be out in five." Sam went back to what he had been doing. "We can't keep doing this," Belinda whispered. "Your friends are in the living room!" "The music is on and they can't hear us. We are not getting up off this bed until we both cum. If you want to be late for dinner, that's your choice. Plus, five minutes in the bedroom is easier to explain than fifteen," he told her, grinning. Belinda eyed him, then seeing he was serious, grabbed a pillow and told him to lift up. Quickly she slid the pillow underneath her hips so he would press against her g-spot and went back to rubbing her clit. She didn't think she would be able to relax, but the sensation of Sam sliding against and then past her g-spot quickly made her forget the guests. "Shhhhh," Sam told her as her moans began growing louder. She pressed the heel of her free hand into her mouth as the fire began raging between her legs, tiny muscles twitching in anticipation of the coming release. She could feel the orgasm building and she bit down on her hand even as she moaned her approval. She was falling, falling toward the blackness, and then she was there; the ground dropped out from under her and she was floating, the only sensation in her body the feeling of her cunt squeezing tight around her husband. One, two, three, four, five, six--she counted the spasms and then felt Sam's answering spasm as he thrust deep into her and filled her. If anybody had anything to say, they kept it to themselves when Belinda emerged from the bedroom a few minutes behind Sam after straightening herself up and reapplying her makeup. She imagined they might have something to say when she left, but as she gathered her purse and keys, everyone just looked intently at their cards and complimented the food. When she was gone, Dane got the first three words of a comment out of his mouth before Sam stopped him. "Dane, you wanna talk about girls, we can talk about girls. You wanna talk about my wife, I'll have to knock your teeth out your head. But I love you like a brother, so I'll drive you to the dentist afterwards." "Could you pass the salsa?" Dane said.