Copyright Oggbashan October 2012
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
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Lisa had made a pair of Harem trousers, or a Harem dress. I wasn't quite sure which description was correct but whichever was right the garment looked great on Candice's slightly pregnant body. I'll call it a dress. I called it a lot of other names as well!
The material was a heavy black jersey with a silky feel. Candice's feet protruded through the leg holes and if she didn't pull the dress up around the waist the cloth between her legs dragged on the floor. Hitched up, the space between her spread legs made an arc of clothing that wiggled as she walked. The mass of material around her waist concealed her growing bump and hung down in flowing folds almost to her knees, if I could have seen her knees. The top was ruched elastic with several drawstrings, particularly at the waist and bust, and two wide shoulder straps.
One evening we were sitting side by side on the settee. Candice, wearing the harem dress, was watching a girly movie and I was bored, so bored that she noticed. In an advert break Candice spoke.
"George," she said, "why don't you strip for me?"
"OK," I replied, "But why? You want to watch this."
"I do," Candice said, "But you don't have to. I think you can enjoy yourself without distracting me too much. You like kissing my breasts, don't you?"
"You know I do."
Now Candice was pregnant her breasts were beginning to grow larger. I liked exploring the changes and sucking at them.
"Then strip for me, please?"