Maria sat on the edge of her bed and looked down at her heavy, hanging breasts and her swollen belly. Her back ached and her slender frame was bowed beneath the weight of her unborn baby. She had slept badly the previous night and her eyes, normally lively and full of life, were dulled with exhaustion. David had left her as soon as he discovered that she was pregnant. His desertion had left her to cope with a demanding job and an exhausting pregnancy at only twenty-two years of age. David had been captivated by her slender figure and her exotic looks. He would spend ages caressing her firm, pert breasts, marvelling at the way he could capture her b-cup sized globe in one hand and feel the point of her nipple pressing against his palm.
Her swollen belly and the burgeoning of her breasts would have revolted him. He preferred women with flat bellies and boyish bosoms. In her more realistic moments, Maria reasoned that she was better off without him. When her hormones raged and she ached to be touched she missed him.
Some nights, when her need was particularly great she would lie on her bed and touch her pussy, stroking herself until her clit was swollen and tender, before she thrust her fingers deeper into her pussy and rubbed the ball of her thumb against her swollen clit to release her frustration in a long drawn-out orgasm.
Since David had left, well more ran out on her, Maria had avoided male company. The only man, apart from the gynaecologist whom she regularly spoke to anymore was her neighbour, Steve. Steve was a little older than Maria, broad shouldered with kindly green eyes and wavy chestnut hair. He had always been polite to Maria and since she had been left to cope on her own, had become a good friend. Apart from those two, Maria avoided men, as much as she could, partly because David had soured her attitude towards men in general and, partly, because she thought that no man could desire her, with her swollen breasts and belly.
Today was one of her days off and she intended to catch up on her chores. Last night she had shoved a load in the washing machine and this morning, since it was fine and breezy she would hang it in the garden to dry. She dressed quickly, carefully cradling her tender breasts in a maternity bra and sighing as she saw how her dress had to stretch to cover her belly.
She carried the basket of damp laundry into the garden, puffing a little and sweating as she struggled with the load. The bending and stretching rapidly tired her and she groaned as she felt the ache growing in the small of her back. Steve overheard her and popped his head over the fence.
"Maria, are you ok?" he asked, "Can I help?"
"It's ok, I'm all done now, just a touch of backache." Maria told him.
"You sure?" Steve continued, "Look I'm just making a pot of tea, would you like one?"
"If you're offering, I certainly would. Maria replied, gratefully, "Give me a moment and I'll come round."
Maria dropped the washing basket in the kitchen and crossed over to Steve's house. The back door was open and Steve had already made the pot of tea and was setting a plateful of home made biscuits on the table. He led Maria through the kitchen into the lounge and helped her into an armchair. The cushions were firm and Maria realised that he had given up his favourite armchair for her to sit in, because he knew that it would be more comfortable for her. Steve poured the tea into china mugs, handing one to her and offering the plate of biscuits. She helped herself, savouring the rich taste of the biscuit and the bite of the hot tea.
Slowly the ache in her back eased and she relaxed back into the chair. Steve watched her over the rim of his mug, his eyes on her face as he sipped. Maria blushed under the intensity of his gaze.
"Is something wrong?" Maria asked.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare." Steve mumbled.
"Have I got something on my dress, or in my teeth?"
"No it's just..."