As I sit here, lounging in the middle of my plants and bathed in sunlight, I cradle my swollen midsection, reveling in the creation of this new life. It's not my first, but each one brings their own joys and exaltations in creating children for those who can't do it for themselves. You see, I'm literally sitting here, fat and happy, waiting on the arrival of my latest little miracle. This will be my tenth, and likely, last, pregnancy in the last twenty years. Most of my pregnancies have been filmed and well documented. It's how I've lived my best life for two decades. Here's the twist. I have no children of my own. I'm too much of a narcissist for that. I enjoy traveling and seeing and doing, way too much to be tied down by a husband or kids. You see, I am a surrogate, of sorts. I am the..
"Boho Baby Maker"
Chapter One
You see, I have babies for those who have been trying but can't, for whatever reason. I love, love, love being pregnant. I love what it does to my body, I love the feel of my expanded belly being rubbed, by myself or others and I love how I feel when I'm filled to the brim. I discovered this feeling by accident, but what a fortuitous accident that was.
I was very popular in school. I discovered, at an early age, that I had a propensity for gymnastics. My coach called me a natural. I loved the sport. I practiced hard for years. God, I was good. Unfortunately, when I got into college, the coaches there said that my tits were just too Goddamn big. Although all the boys loved my tits, my chosen sport did not. Nothing throws your body's balance off like monster mammaries. They just wouldn't let me join the tumbling team. When that happened, I found that the entire trajectory of my college years changed. I found that the other kids on the team didn't want to be around me. I was too much of a 'distraction'. I, personally, think they were jealous, but, whatever. I had to find a new direction, a new purpose. I chose to roll with a new group of friends. And, most of all, I found boys...lot's of boys.
I'm not complaining, mind you. I was quickly 'adopted' into my new circle of friends. It was, quite literally, the best thing that ever happened to me. They let me be me, not who they thought I should be. If you think back over your life, you'll find a few certain places where you're life's road comes to an intersection. If you turn left, you follow one path. If you turn right, another path entirely. This was one of mine. I realize now, that if my tits hadn't come in, when they did, I would probably have stayed in sports. My life would have been consumed with practice and coaches and meets and loneliness. The good thing is that I was able to keep up with my dance training. I started dancing to help me with the rhythm and showmanship that is needed for gymnastics. I also took piano and voice lessons. I was going to be a true 'bohemian'.
As I mentioned, once I got away from the 'jock' culture, I found a crowd that liked me for me and pushed me to explore my inner self. I was able to get in touch with the things I wanted to do, wanted to be. I had always been drawn to the bohemian side of my personality, so I really embraced that side of me. I grew my blonde hair as long as I could and stopped wearing make-up, for the most part. I loved the look and feel of long billowy dresses and skirts, so I went with that. Wearing these garments, I was able to almost completely do away with undergarments. I always hated the constrictive feel of the whole bra and panties thing, especially the bigger my boobs got. Don't get me wrong, I still wear them when I'm working out or doing yoga (camel toe is not my friend).
Best of all, I was able to explore the realm of social experiences and, yes, that included boys. I started dating one boy in particular, Derek. Derek was tall and quite muscular. I loved the fact that he wasn't a 'jock'. He very easily could have been. I'm glad he chose otherwise. I had had enough of them when I was competing. Derek was different, though. He was a good, down to Earth person. He also worked summers for his dads construction business, so he had a great body. I didn't hate that. We dated, on and off through our early years and, even, into college. The sex was good...no, the sex was great, but there wasn't really any fireworks emotionally, for either of us. In our hearts, we knew this wasn't a forever thing, but we were really comfortable just being together. This was a true 'friends with benefits' situation. For that reason, we were always very careful when it came to birth control. I didn't rule out the possibility of having babies, but we didn't want a child to be the reason for us to be together.
We were fortunate enough to get into the same college, about 300 miles from our home town. In the two and a half years in college, I had really been able to find myself and really make some decisions on who I wanted to be. Derek was majoring in business so that he could eventually learn to take over his dads home contractor business. I was majoring in psychology and really enjoying the course. I found that, with the course material in hand, I was able to better understand who I was. I realized that, what I wanted, mattered more than what other people wanted of me. In our Junior year, we decided to take our Christmas break back home. Even though my mom and dad were having some work done on our home and my old room would not be available, we decided to make the trip anyway. It was decided that we would both stay at Dereks house since they had an extra room. Dereks mom had passed away a year and a half earlier and his dad had recently renovated her old sewing room into a nice guest room.
When we got to Dereks house, his dad met us at the door. Of course, there were hugs all around. When Jim hugged me, however, I felt this tingle in my nipples when they pressed against his barrel chest. I had never felt a feeling quite like this before. Yes, I'd had purely sexual feelings for someone before, but not like this. When I pulled away, I could feel that my nipples were hard. Hopefully, Jim hadn't noticed this due to my oversized blouse. There was also a tingling in my pussy that released a floodgate of sexual energy. I knew I had to get Derek upstairs, really quickly, to 'help me unpack'.
We rushed upstairs to 'my' room and I couldn't get him undressed quick enough. I knew that I was about to fuck Derek, using my feelings for his dad as my sexual impetus, but I didn't care. Quite frankly, I don't think Derek would have cared much either. He loved getting inside me, no matter the reason. Needless to say, we fucked like two rabbits in heat. Good thing we brought a big box of condoms. I had the feeling that this was going to be a busy week.
Out of respect for his dad, we had decided to sleep in different rooms. We knew we could migrate room to room to get the sexual relief we both needed, but I liked sleeping alone. I always felt constrained when someone else was in bed with me. Also, since we weren't mutually sexually exclusive to one another, so, if Derek wanted to bring someone home, he wouldn't have a 'roommate' to have to deal with. His dad seemed a little perplexed by this situation but dealt with it well. After our quick, but satisfying, roll in the hay, I decided to have a quick nap while Derek went downstairs to catch up with his dad.
While I slept, I dreamt of Dereks dad. I know...weird, right? I dreamt of him coming into my room, slowly undressing and crawling into bed with me. I dreamt of the completely unspeakable, sexually explicit things that an older, much more experienced man could do with this 20 year old girl. When I woke up, my pussy was drenched again and my tits were aching. I knew this meant that I was likely ovulating. You see, my hormones go completely berserk and I could fuck several times a day, when it's 'that time of the month'. I knew Derek and I would have to be extra careful this week. Yes, I was on the pill, but I still worried about 'accidents' happening. I still couldn't figure out why was I dreaming of Dereks dad instead of Derek. Mental note to self...talk to my psych advisor about it when I get back to school.
I went into the rooms ensuite bathroom to shower, change and head back downstairs to see what was up. As I walked down the stairs, this wonderful aroma wafted up to greet me. Dinner was ready and I was famished. Jim knew how to cook, as well. I got the feeling that I was going to learn a lot about Jim on this trip.
The next couple of days went swimmingly. We laughed, we played games and watched movies. Derek's dad spent a good bit of time with us, but gave us plenty of alone time, as well. Several times I got the feeling that Jim was staring at me, especially at my tits. I couldn't really discern, however, if he really was or was this just my imagination running away with me. If he was, staring that is, then it probably should have creeped me out, but it didn't. I really liked the thought of an older man, especially this older man, taking an interest in me. Just in case he was looking, I started leaving a couple more buttons on my blouses undone. I'd lie on the couch, watching television, with my ample cleavage facing Jim's chair and flip my hair from time to time. Harmless flirting, really. Or so I thought.
One night, a few days into our visit, Derek had been invited out to a ballgame with his friends. They invited me to go, but I declined. Wasn't really feeling it. I figured I could go spend some time with my folks. Turns out, they also had plans that evening. Oh well. I'll just hang out in my room at Derek's and read. I really do value my alone time so this sounded great to me.
At around 11 pm and over 200 pages into my latest romance novel, I was feeling a little thirsty...and a little horny...okay, a lot horny. I figured I'd go down to the kitchen for some lemonade. As I was lying under the covers, nude, I grabbed up my robe and threw it on. I descended the rear staircase, quietly, so as not to disturb Jim this late. I was surprised to see the light on in his den. I peeked in through the open door and saw Jim sitting in his comfy chair, wearing his robe, reading. I'm not sure what he was reading, but I could tell, from my vantage point, that he was trying to hide his large package by lowering his book. He must have sensed my presence because he turned toward me.
"Oh, hello, Evelyn." He said, ever the gentleman.
"Please," I start. "We're practically family. Call me Evie or Eve."
"Okay, Eve," he started again. "I hope I didn't wake you."
