Admiring herself in a large bathroom mirror, Miley decided she didn't look too bad for a woman seven months in. Turning to view her body in profile, she smoothed her hand around the pregnant curve of her belly and smiled fondly thinking of the child within. Her eyes moved to her breasts, once tiny little handfuls that had grown to plush C-cups with swollen areolas. Miley didn't mind that, she had always fantasized about what it would be like to have larger breasts, though she didn't like how tender they had become. She also didn't like the size of her ass, frowning at her backside and pivoting to view her butt in the mirror over the shoulder. It was still the same smooth, rounded butt she had worked so hard to maintain her whole life -- just bigger. With a sigh, Miley reached for a robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door and tried not to worry about getting fat. She was pregnant after all, she reminded herself. That's what was supposed to happen.
Slipping the robe on over her otherwise naked form, Miley tied it loosely around her bulging waist and waddled into the long upstairs hallway. She moved towards a staircase, passing several doors and cursing the amount of bedrooms to be found in the posh mansion. The more pregnant she got, the less walking she wanted to do.
The stairs curled around themselves into a massive foyer. Miley padded across the hardwood floors, her bare feet making sticky sounds against the polished surface. Another, shorter, hallway led Miley to her final destination. The mansion's main kitchen (there were two others) was an expansive room with hard granite counters and a long center island. The far end of the kitchen held a gorgeous breakfast table situated in front of bay windows which looked out towards acres of plush, green grass and a vibrant garden of flowers.
Miley moved towards a monstrous stainless steel refrigerator.
"Good morning," greeted a beautiful blonde seated at the breakfast table, her long hair feathered and straight out of a Farah Fawcett poster. She was enjoying half a grapefruit and a cup of juice, dressed in a stunning black pants-suit which clung to her model-like figure.
"Hey," Miley pulled open the fridge and peered inside, "Are there any English muffins left?"
Haley gestured ambiguously with her finger, "Look in one of the bottom drawers. How'd you sleep last night?"
"Awful," Miley replied, finding the bag of muffins. She gathered them, a tub of butter spread, and a jar of jam into her arms. "The baby kept me up all night kicking, and I don't sleep very well without...."
Haley glanced sympathetically at the unfinished sentence, "Without Charlie?"
Miley nodded morosely, piling her breakfast load onto one of the vast counters to start a pot of coffee. "I hate being alone and pregnant," she complained.
"You're not alone," Haley said as she rose from the table. "That's why you moved in with your dad and me, so you wouldn't be by yourself."
Miley opened a drawer to find a butter knife, "Speaking of... why in the world did you and dad have to buy such a big house after you got married? There are, like, five hundred rooms upstairs."
Haley smiled, "Because your father is rich, and we could." She approached her daughter-in-law and spread her arms warmly, "Come here, you're being pregnant and hormonal. Give me a hug."
Returning the embrace, Miley pressed the side of her face against Haley's shoulder and sniffled, "I just miss Charlie."
"I know," Haley comforted. She ran her hand through Miley's mess of dark curls.
"I am glad I'm here," Miley murmured, fighting her tears. "You and dad have been great. I love you both so much."
"I know," Haley whispered as she caressed her hand through Miley's hair. "We love you too."
The girls stood for several long moments, Miley clasping tightly. She truly was grateful for Haley's presence, despite the fact seven months prior Miley never thought they could ever share a warm relationship. The pair had despised one another at one point in their lives, their hatred even resulting in several rounds of hair-pulling fisticuffs. But then Haley married her father. Miley never thought it would work between the two since Haley, at age twenty-eight, was fourteen years younger than Jack. Miley had assumed Haley was a gold-digging whore! Eventually it became obvious how much in love Haley and Jack were, and how happy Haley made Miley's father. Miley set aside her trepidations and forgot the past, giving Haley another chance. Months later, they shared a tight bond and were the closest of friends.
Haley kissed the top of Miley's forehead, "Enough tears, babe. I have to pick up your father from the airport and then we've got a shareholders meeting over lunch."
Miley nodded, stepping back and wiping at a cheek with the back of her hand. "I'll be okay," she said with a forced smile. "Go run your company and make my daddy lots more money. Maybe the two of you will be able to afford another wing to this obscene mansion, for me and the baby. As big as my ass is getting we might need it."
Haley rolled her eyes and picked up a stylish briefcase from the center island counter, "Your ass is just fine." She patted a hand against Miley's bottom on her way towards the hallway, "Take it from a girl who used to be an active bi-sexual."
Miley smirked, wiped away the last of her tears, and turned back towards her breakfast.
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When Chip woke up he wondered if the room was spinning, or if he was. He sat up in a single bed, crowded by the voluptuously sexy blonde sleeping beside him, and placed a palm at his forehead. He sat motionless for several moments until the spinning stopped and then looked around.
The dorm room was a mess of strewn clothes and empty alcohol containers. He scratched a hand across his shaved brown hair, pulled a thin sheet off and swung his legs over the side of the bed trying to remember how the evening prior had ended.
The blonde in bed with him stirred as Chip's movements tugged the sheet off her curvy, naked form. "Mm," she mewed tiredly, "What time is it?"
Chip looked at a digital clock beside the bad, "Quarter after seven, I gotta get going."
"Already?" the blonde complained. "Don't you want to fool around a little, first?"
Chip felt her palm smooth against his bare back, "I'd love to, but I don't have the luxury of sleeping in a college dorm a hundred yards from my first class. I have summer school, remember?"
The blonde rose and rested her chin on Chip's shoulder, reaching around to fondle his naked cock, "Come on. So what if you miss homeroom? I'll make it worth your while."
Chip instantly began to harden and suddenly his hangover didn't feel so bad, "I can't, Stacy. I've already skipped too many classes this week."
Stacy kissed his shoulder and gripped Chip's erection firmly, "So what? You're eighteen now, you can just write yourself a note."
Chip was finding it hard to argue as Stacy began moving slow, caressing strokes up and down his length. He could feel her naked breasts against his shoulder blades, their heavy weight pressing against him seductively.
"Let me give you a good cum," Stacy tempted. "Don't you want to cum inside your girlfriend, before school?"
"Is that what you are?" Chip asked, glancing over his shoulder. "My girlfriend?"
Stacy kissed him, her tongue briefly snaking into his mouth. Even though her breath tasted of booze and cigarettes, Chip responded by sucking on her tongue.
"You've stayed here every night this week and fucked the hell out of me," Stacy murmured. "I think we've moved beyond the 'just friends' stage."
"I wasn't sure," Chip replied. "All we've done is get drunk at college house parties all week and come back to your dorm room. I thought, maybe... I thought you were just using me."
"Even if I was," Stacy implied, "Does that mean you won't fuck me?"
Chip swallowed with arousal as Stacy slipped backwards and stretched out on the bed, her pillowy breasts hanging to the sides of her sternum and her legs wide open. He stared at her bush of blonde pubic hair, the slit beneath appearing more inviting than ever.
Stacy smiled playfully as Chip gave in to temptation and crawled between her legs. She curled her arms around him as his erect length began poking between her legs. "Fuck me really good," she breathed wantonly. "Make me feel pleasure."
Chip found the wet spot and thrust his shaft into her, resting his face between Stacy's neck and shoulder. He began humping into her with little tact or sense of foreplay. Not that Stacy cared. She simply wanted to feel something besides the numb loneliness she had felt for weeks prior.
"That's it," she gasped encouragingly when Chip began rutting into her with a grunting fervor. He had little experience with sex or women and his wild humping reflected that. But it felt good to Stacy to have someone inside her, someone with her. She held Chip tightly against her body as he buried his face between her breasts.
"That's it, sweetie," Stacy whispered. "Make me
feel
...."
