Click, clack, click, clack. The keys on the antique typewriter clicked and clacked away as Eve Palmer ran her lithe fingers over them. She has always preferred working on the old school machine rather than her computer. There was something about the feel of the keys. She is a very tactile person and has lived her life 'as she feels'. She leans back in her overstuffed office chair. She rubs her round tummy as she peers out the window at the greenery outside. She remembers back to her first pregnancy. She is the....
BOHO BABY MAKER
Chapter Two
I received an answer to her E Mail more quickly than I had expected. After all, Jim was a busy guy, running his own company. On the good side, however, since he was the boss, he could take whatever time off he could afford with the current workload.
"Well, hello, stranger." He wrote back. "Would love to see you again. Hope all is well. Been thinking about you a lot. Let me know the where and when. Can I call you this afternoon? Jim."
I sent a positive reply and then went to lie down to think. I've talked to a lot of people in the last week and have some decisions to make. I know I'm not ready to be a mother. I'm not sure I'll ever be. So many decisions, so much pressure to do the right thing.
Butterflies in my stomach. Is that the baby or my nerves? Oh, my God. My body. This will wreck it. Note to self...look into preggo yoga. I have an hour or so before Derek picks me up for dinner. What do I tell him?
"Oh, by the way, Derek," I thought to myself. "I got boned by your dad and am knocked up with your brother or sister. Let's fuck." Yeah, that would be a great ice breaker.
I was able to relax for a few minutes before I decided to get up and get ready for dinner. I finished up just in time. I heard the key turn in the lock and the door open.
"I sure hope your hungry." I heard Derek say as he walked through the door. "I'm taking you to 'The Hungry Hippo'. They're steaks are great."
I smiled at him. I know this restaurant choice was not a slight, but I was feeling rather hormonal right now and it just didn't sit right. And steak, ewwww. That's weird, I love steak, but it just wasn't sitting right with me right now.
"That sounds great." I lied. "A big salad sounds really good to me."
I pulled him over to the couch.
"Can we talk for a minute?" I asked him.
"Sure, babe. What's up." He asked with concern on his face.
I looked at him, trying not to have that 'it's the end of the world' look. I don't think I was very successful.
"Here's the thing." I paused as I thought. The best way is just to tell him...not everything though. I steeled myself and let it fly. "I'm pregnant."
I looked at him, trying to get a feel for his emotions. He was very stoic.
"I didn't mean for it to happen, but it did." I said. "I wanted you to be the first 'non professional, doctor type person' that I told."
Slowly, a smile broke out on his face. "Wow," he said. "A baby." He leaned back into the couch. "How'd that happen? We're always so careful. I mean, I love it, and all, but...wow."
"Yeah, I'm afraid there's more to it than that." I held his hand in mine. "You know I love you, as a friend, and all. You know how we see other people, and all." I really felt like I was babbling. I have to cut to the chase...just rip the band aid off. "I'm afraid...the baby...it's not yours."
Absentmindedly, I'm sure, he took his hand from mine and stood up. He paced back and forth a couple of times and turned toward me.
"Okay." Was how he started. "I get it. We're not in a committed relationship. I know you fuck other guys. I'm just having a small problem with this. Not the pregnancy thing. I, mean. The condom thing. You always make me wear a rubber, safety, I get it. But you'll let someone else cum inside you. I guess that's my issue. Am I not good enough? What?"
"I get it, I really do." I said in response. I rose to comfort him. I, somehow, need to fix this. "It wasn't like that." I couldn't tell him why it wasn't like that because I didn't really know myself. I continued the lie. "I was at a Christmas party, with girlfriends. I guess the eggnog was spiked a little hard. All I know is that I woke up the next morning, in my own bed, with a big load of cum dripping out of me. I thought that maybe you had brought me home and fucked me. I would have been okay with that, but when you didn't say anything, I guessed that wasn't the case. Please, I didn't do this on purpose. How do I make this right with you? What can I do?"
Derek thought about it for, what seemed like, an eternity, then turned to me.
"There's only one thing to do." He took my hand again. "We're best buddies. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather spend my life with." He started to get down on one knee.
"No, no, no." I turned from him this time. "That's not what I want." My voice was raised right now. I turned back toward him. "Listen, you shithead. I don't need some fucking white knight with a gold ring to bound in on his fucking white horse to save this pretty young damsel in distress. I fucked up and got knocked up. It was bound to happen sooner or later. I've told you. That's done. We can continue the way things have been, only a little rounder, or we can change the dynamic of our relationship. I like what we have. I want to keep seeing you. I want to keep fucking you. I don't want anything to change that doesn't have to." I took a breath. I needed to measure my words carefully. "Here are the facts. I'm not going to get an abortion. I'm not going to keep the baby. I won't change my lifestyle to suit anyone. Not you, not this baby, not anyone." I walked up and took his hand again. I softened my tone toward him. "Can you live with that?"
Again, a (pardon the expression) pregnant pause. Then he smiled. "Yes," he said. "I can live with that." He leaned in to kiss me. Of course, I kissed him back. I did love him, after all. In my own way, that is.
Surprisingly, the kiss turned rather passionate. Our tongues danced around a little. I could feel my nipples getting harder. This time, I knew why because my pussy was getter wetter, too. Our kiss morphed into a tight embrace.
"Is it odd that I'm getting really horny, right now?" I asked.
Through the embrace, I hear. "I don't think so. I feel the same way. I just realize that I get to fuck a pregnant lady for the next nine months." He got a strangely odd smile on his face. "I'm good with that." He said.
I had to correct him. "Well, technically, seven and a half months left, but I get your point." I couldn't help but think to myself, "Like father, like son", but I didn't say it out loud. I thought that was a good choice.
He responded with, "Hey, I'll take it. I've always wanted to fuck a pregnant chick."
That sounded good to me. It had been almost a week since I've felt like fucking around.
"I think dinner can wait a while then?" I half asked and half told him.
Wordlessly, he responded by sweeping me off my feet and carrying me to the bedroom. Trust me, I didn't complain. I must admit that the only down side to having both a father and son as lovers is the comparison you naturally draw between them. They both had their strengths and I was lucky to have them both in my life. I also must say that I was very impressed and almost overwhelmed when Derek almost asked me to marry him. If the baby hadn't been the reason, I might have even thought about it.
I was wearing one of my long skirts and a light blouse. Since we were going out to eat, I had put on one of my lighter bras that doesn't really do much more than cover my nipples, which had actually darkened a shade in the last week. I was hoping that that was a good sign that I would have great milk production. Even though there won't be a baby to feed, I knew there'd be plenty of guys to take care of that problem for me. Beside that, I've always wanted to experience lactation. It's one of the perks of large breasts, I guess.
Anyway, Derek made quick work of my blouse and bra. My nipples were so hard, I think I could have punched holes in a steel plate with them if necessary. I wasn't wearing any panties, so Derek just bunched my skirt up around my waist. He picked up my legs and pushed them up toward my shoulders. His mouth was on my pussy in a New York second. Needless to say, I was in heaven. I could hear him slurping away down there as I was super wet, which happens when I get this horny.
I moaned out loud as he ran his tongue up and down my wet pussy. He would take some time every so often to slurp on my juices. Lubrication is definitely not an issue with me. He would then zero in on my little flower bud. I loved it when he would suck my clit into his mouth and give it a little nibble.
After a few minutes of servicing his hot little pregnant sluts personal needs, he moved his body up mine to suck on my nipples. Now, let me tell you. I could not believe just how much more sensitive my nipples were just over a month into this pregnancy. If that was any indication of things to cum, I wasn't sure that I'd even survive it.
As he sucked on one nipple, he would squeeze the other one between his finger and them. This double action just drove me fucking crazy. I had my eyes closed at one point just enjoying the attention when he moved up to kiss me. Mmmmmm, the taste of my own juices on his lips just about drove me over the edge. I have tasted other pussies before, but there is just something about tasting your own nectar on a mans lips.
"Let me go get a condom, real quick." He said.
I put my hands on either side of his face to get his full attention.
"I'm already knocked up. No condom need be applied." I told him. "Fill me up, stud."
He smiled a great big smile. "Oh yeah. Cool." I do love this big lug.
He got up off me momentarily to undress himself. I've never seen him shed his clothes that quickly. He was back on me in an instant. Now, as I've mentioned, Derek is not as big as his dad, but he's no slouch either. I've never been 'not' satisfied when we're together. He does, however, make up for this slight 'shortcumming' with his youthful exuberance. As he started to push his cock inside me, I reached up and ran my hands down his abs. I was so wet that he sank himself completely into me. I gasped at the welcome intrusion.
Again, I don't know how much was physical and how much was emotional, but my entire vaginal area seemed much more sensitive to his movements. As he started to pump, I felt the magic that is orgasm already starting to build. Now I've never been a hard girl to make cum. I can be an orgasm machine, but I've never felt it this quickly before. I wrapped my legs around his and helped him along by bending my knees with his thrusts. We were like the proverbial well oiled machine. See what I did there, another lubrication pun. One of the things I love about fucking a twenty year old is that they can go and go and go and go. I must have cum three or four times before he even got close.
I could hear his breaths get deeper, his thrusts get shorter and more intense. I knew he was on the precipice of a mind blowing orgasm of his own. I decided to try something special for him. I leaned my head up a little and whispered in my sexiest voice.
"Cum inside me, stud." Quite frankly, I never thought that these words would ever come out of my mouth, but, Hell, 'when in Rome?', right? "Fill me up with your life filled essence." I heard his breath labor more. "Plow your baby batter deep inside your pregnant little slut." I said in my deepest, darkest 'fuck me' voice.
