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My own face contorts into a smile as I watch her wipe some of my come that leaked out of her mouth off of her face. My balls seize up again as she licks it off her fingers.
Grabbing under her armpits, I turn and throw her onto her bed, quickly crawling between her splayed legs. I flatten her thighs to the side of her and attack her pussy with my tongue.
Thank God she is so fucking flexible. I can hold her wide open for me.
I drag my tongue from her ass all the way to the top of her sweet opening. She squirms underneath me as I make it my personal mission to pull every drop of pleasure out of her.
She screams my name over and over as her release racks her body, my face covered in her release.
By the morning, I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I pulled out of her.
I leave her apartment just after ten a.m. I was worried about Pebbles thinking this may be more than a physical relationship, her kicking me out this morning without another word would’ve told me I shouldn’t worry about it at all.
10
PEBBLES
The Blanket
“And now we’re going to slowly make our way down into warrior pose. Take it as low as you can,” Dr. Murphy’s soft voice says and we all slowly squat into the correct position.
I open my eyes and look over to Winnie, who’s little baby belly is starting to show against her tight green tank top. She has her long brown hair wrapped up in one of her silk scarf things that she always ties around her head in a makeshift headband.
I can’t lie, at the end of the class I am feeling beautifully stretched and great mentally. I’ve always loved anything to do with dance, fitness, and even yoga. I’m so glad I listened to Winnie and signed up. This is the second week in a row we have come to class together. Winnie called me yesterday asking if we could go shopping and get dinner after class, so I’ve been looking forward to today more than usual.
“Okay ladies, I will see you all next week. I also wanted to remind you all that I also started a birthing class on Thursday evenings from six to seven p.m. There is a sign up sheet at the back,” Dr. Murphy says and points to the long table by the door.
“Oh my gosh! I want to do a birthing class!” Winnie says, looking at me with puppy dog eyes. “Do you want to do it with me?”
When she looks at me like that, it makes it hard to say no. Not that I wanted to say no in the first place, but I just hadn’t really thought about a birthing class. I’m only twelve weeks along. Do I really need to think about that yet?
“I’ll think about it,” I say, pushing up from the floor.
This morning when I looked in the mirror, my eyes almost fell out of my head when I saw the round prominence that is my small belly. Last night when I went to bed, I could have sworn my stomach was still flat.
Winnie is five weeks further along than me, so I can understand why her belly is starting to show, but mine? I’m only twelve weeks!
She smiles at me as she rolls her mat up and stuffs it in the side of her bag. “Let’s go change, and then we can start shopping!” she says excitedly.
* * *
Winnie drags me from one store to the next and we look at so many different baby things that my eyes are spinning. I didn’t even realize how much shit babies actually need, and I’m going to need twice the amount!
“I wish I would have just done the blood test to find out what I’m having. Are you going to do that?” Winnie asks, holding up an adorable little girl onesie.
“I haven’t thought about it. I figured I would just find out during one of my ultrasounds.”
During my perusal of some blankets, my eyes stop on a pale blue blanket with little toy motorcycles embroidered on the corner. I smile, thinking of having little boys with long curly hair like Trigger’s dragging this blanket behind them.
“I would love to have a baby boy. A mama’s boy,” Winnie says wistfully as she smiles at the blanket. “Oh my gosh!” she exclaims.
“What?” I ask at her obvious eagerness.
“Do you know Logan Taylor?” Winnie slaps her hand across her face as I look at her like she was just released from the loonie bin. “Of course you know him, you guys literally grew up together.”
I nod at her, still staring at her crazy outburst as she continues to talk.
“What about Bull?” I ask, putting the motorcycle blanket back on the shelf.
