Hannah

"You look fucking incredible," I said, looking into her eyes. She was my same old Hannah, but even her face was different. Her chin rounder, her skin clearer, her hair thicker and more lustrous. I reached out and touched her bare belly, electricity shooting through my body at the skin-to-skin contact.

"It's a little different from a pillow up my shirt, isn't it?" she said, smiling.

I nodded. "It's so much better. Really, I know I have this kink or whatever, but even if I didn't... you're beautiful. You look fantastic." I was repeating myself, having trouble putting it into words. I leaned in and planted a kiss on the top of her bump.

"I spent a lot of time wondering what you'd think of me like this," Hannah said, touching her stomach where I'd kissed it. "Like, maybe the reality wouldn't live up to the fantasy."

"You look better than in any fantasy," I said, laying back to admire her. She got off her knees and laid down again, turning to face me, her stomach resting on the sheets. The cheesy line didn't get me another smile.

"You aren't doing this just because of a fetish, are you?" she asked. "Like, that was one of the things I wondered about. I figured you'd want to fuck me if you saw me."

I shook my head. "I'm doing this because I miss you. I miss touching you and holding you and kissing you. I miss laughing with you. I want all that no matter what. This--" I patted her stomach. "Is icing on the cake. Very, very nice icing." I thought for a moment. "And we don't have to fuck if you don't want to."

"Who said I don't want to fuck?" she asked. I'd softened a bit as we spoke, but I was immediately at full attention again. "Alex, I haven't been touched since last year. My hormones are out of fucking control. I was worried this would happen if I came over here."

"Really?" I don't think I've ever been more turned on in my life. I was shaking.

"It's not cool to admit it, but I fantasized about this. Do you know how many nights I laid in bed at my parents' house and masturbated, thinking about you fucking the shit out of me when most guys won't look at me at all? Thinking about you looking at me like--" she gestured to my face, my wide eyes, my open mouth. "--like that? Thinking about how you'd probably cum in your pants if you saw me? I thought about how you'd probably do fucking anything for me--"

I grabbed her and kissed her, stopping her mid-sentence. I squeezed the nearest breast through her bra and groaned. It had to be twice as big as the last time I squeezed it. My fingers moved into her sweaty cleavage, groping, greedy. I was painfully hard. I kissed her and kissed her as I reached around, fumbling, unable to find the hooks on her bra.

"Up here," she said, taking my hand and planting it back in her cleavage. The catch was in the front. I'd never undone a bra like that but I gave it a try and it practically exploded off of her, it'd been so tight.

"Holy fucking shit," I whined. I had to move back to really see her tits. They were enormous, blue veins faintly visible under her pale skin, stretch marks around the edges where they'd grown. Her nipples, once smallish and hard to see against her pale skin, were now as thick as her thumbs and the color of milk chocolate. I could see lines and indents where her bra had dug into her skin. Hannah laughed at my reaction, and I knew she was right: I would do anything for her. I kissed again. I groped again. I hefted a breast in my hand, amazed at how heavy it was. I brushed her nipple with my thumb and she growled.

I don't know if I'd ever heard her make that sound before so I did it again. Hannah growled, and the growl turned into a whine as I kept playing with that nipple, batting it back and forth, and then she was the one who got rough. She pushed my hand away, then grabbed the waist of my shorts and shoved them down, revealing me in all my throbbing, dripping glory. I'd never, ever been that hard before. My cock was twitching on its own, an animal beyond my control. Hannah got on her hands and knees, got the bra off over her shoulders, and let those swollen breasts dangle in front of me as she grasped my shaft. Her soft hand found just the right grip, and her smile told me she was tickled by how turned on I was. She jerked me slowly, as if she needed to work a little and get me hard, as if I wasn't twitching in her palm already, my prostate aching...

I tried to warn her. "Wait! Wait, don't--"

But the third time she pulled on me my whole body spasmed. I exploded in her hand. She gasped. I'd jerked off just a couple hours ago, before she showed up, but it might as well have been last month I was so pent up. Hannah pushed my cock so it aimed up, onto my stomach, but the damage was done already. I shot cum all over myself, and the sheets, and Hannah's hand, and her arm. A dribble ran down her breast into her cleavage. A glob had landed on her cheek.

I didn't realize any of this for a minute or so because I was on another planet. I couldn't remember the last time I had an orgasm like this, one that made my whole body buck and shake, one that went on for what must have been thirty whole seconds. I heard a strange roaring sound that I thought was an airplane until I realized it was coming from me. When I was finally able to look up at Hannah and the mess I'd made, she seemed amused and maybe a little frightened.

"Oh my God." It took a lot of effort to form words. "I'm so sorry." As I came back to earth I felt a rush of embarrassment. Not only had I finished early, I'd made a huge mess.

"I'll take it as a compliment, I guess?" Hannah asked, wiping her hand on the sheet. I could tell she was struggling not to laugh. My head fell back onto the pillow and I covered my face. The bed creaked as she got up and went to the bathroom; when she returned she tossed a warm washcloth onto my crotch. I cleaned myself up and watched her do the same. It was well past midnight and I was spent, but seeing Hannah casually wiping my cum off herself got me going again. My dick was dead for now, but I wasn't about to just pass out.

"Well, is that it?" She seemed to be reading my mind.

"Fuck no." I tried to stand but my legs were jelly. Instead I sat on the edge of the bed and wiped a drop of cum off Hannah's breast. "Missed a spot."

She laughed, looking down at me from where she stood in just her panties. "God, I thought I'd seen you excited before."

I shrugged, rubbing her sweaty cleavage with the cloth. "You know how to get me going. You always have."

"I think they're clean, Alex," she smiled, looking down. I followed her eyes. I still hadn't gotten enough of her new boobs, easily a cup size larger or even two, hanging low, resting on her stomach. When I took the washcloth away, I thought I'd missed another spot-- but that wasn't cum on her nipple. She saw my eyes go wide. "Oh, yeah, I get a drop here and there. You like it?"

I dropped the washcloth and took Hannah by the hips, guiding her closer. Her belly was in my face, and I kissed it. Then I kissed the top of her breast, tasting sweat. A little lower, a little lower, tracing a line, over the bumpy glands in her areola, then finally planting my lips on that big, dark nipple. The droplet of milk was thin and sweet, and I wanted more. I kissed Hannah's nipple again, my hands rubbing her hips, and then I sucked it into my mouth. She gasped.

"Careful," she warned. "They're sensitive." So I worked gently, teasing the fat nub with my tongue, swirling it around. It was so much bigger than I remembered. Hannah sighed. I was doing it right now. I moved one hand to her breast and squeezed as I sucked, and was rewarded with another dribble of milk. My other hand found her other breast and hefted it, groped it, played with the nipple, as Hannah's breathing got fast and shallow. I looked up and saw her eyes were closed with pleasure. I'd exhausted her milk supply and I let her nipple pop out of my mouth.

I kissed across her chest, into her cleavage and back up the other breast. Down to her nipple, my tongue licking and swirling. Then tracing a line back up to her neck. I was able to get to my feet. Hannah wasn't short but I had a good six inches on her; I loomed over her and kissed her neck. Her shoulders. All the while rubbing her belly. Every little sound she made was magic. I bit her neck a tiny bit and she gasped. "Don't leave a fucking hickey again," she whispered, wrapping her arms around me. Embracing me sideways so her belly wasn't in the way. A twitch went through my limp penis: it would recover.

I kissed her lips, feeling down her back until I got to her underwear. I grabbed her butt hard through the fabric and felt her grunt, then pushed her panties down. I broke the kiss so I could yank her underwear down over her hips and her thighs and onto the floor.

I took her by the waist and steered her back to the bed. Pushed gently. She took the cue and laid down. I crawled in after her, crouching over her to kiss another trail. Down her chest, between her swollen boobs. Up the slope of her stomach, into her shallow bellybutton. Over the rainbow of stretchmarks. As I kissed her, my hands trailed behind my lips, stroking her skin, grasping her breasts. The same buildup I'd done for her many times before, when I'd followed a path down a soft stomach, not a big round bump. I could hear her fast, shallow breaths. And as I kissed down the slope, over the lower hemisphere of her stomach, I could smell her.

I eased her legs apart. Crouching between them, I kissed one thick, pale thigh, then the other. Then repeated. Then moved my lips to the fat, soft mound above her opening. Making a circle, each time moving a little closer to center, teasing her. Her pussy looked different. The usually-neat patch of copper hair was overgrown. Her lips were swollen and dark, bulging out in front of my face, open to show the wetness inside. The scent was strong. I thought of an overripe fruit. I leaned in and kissed gently, deeply, sneaking a little tongue, like I was kissing her mouth. Hannah groaned. I smiled and went to work.

I probed slowly up and down with my tongue, tasting her. She was soaking wet, and her taste was more intense than I remembered. I was as eager to explore her new pussy as her new belly and new breasts. I felt around, up and down, savoring her. When I finally landed on her clit, Hannah cried out. It usually took a while to get her warmed up, but I wasn't the only one who was more worked up than usual.

I pressed my head into her, lapping slowly at her clit, licking up her juices. Gradually building speed and pressure. I wanted to make Hannah feel as good as she made me feel. It was tricky, with that belly in the way, pushing against my forehead as I tried to find a comfortable angle. Sometimes when I went down on Hannah I'd look up at her, sneaking peeks at her breasts and her face, but tonight her stomach blocked my view like an eclipse. I was, at least, still able to reach around it to massage her breasts. She tilted her hips back, giving me more room. I rewarded her by going deeper. Harder. I swiveled my head on my neck, my tongue on her button, my hands on her bump. I listened for the changes in her sounds, her breathing. My tongue traced circles, the pressure building.

Hannah whined and groaned. Her body writhed in the bed, her muscles tensing. I just kept making circles, knowing to keep my movements consistent. I turned my head here and there to inhale, but I didn't want to interrupt as she got closer. Breathing became difficult. Her hair tickled my nose. But I was intoxicated by her smell, her taste, her sounds, the effect I was having on her. I imagined what it would be like to bury my cock in her and I groaned. I wanted to make her cum first.

I continued until I had a crick in my neck and the muscle under my tongue was burning, and then Hannah reached down and grasped my shoulder. She did that when she was close. I gave her my all, holding my breath, obscene wet noises filling the air. It was getting hot between her legs; my face and beard were soaked; my lungs ached. Under my hand, her stomach rose and fell rapidly with her breath, and then I felt something shift. The baby was moving. I pressed forward with my whole body to build pressure and Hannah squeezed my shoulder so hard I found a bruise the next day.

"Don't stop," she panted, her breath ragged. "Don't stop, don't stop, please don't--"

And she was screaming. Loud enough that it startled me, loud enough that the baby jumped in her belly. Hannah bucked her hips, her fat thighs closing around my ears, and I held on for dear life, trying to keep the pressure where it counted. I had heard her moan and groan her way through many orgasms, but it seemed like this one descended on her with a shock, like maybe it hurt a bit. It went on for what felt like minutes, and I kept my tongue in place until she shook my shoulder to get me to stop.

I surfaced panting, smiling, victorious. Wiping juices off my chin. Hannah looked, if possible, worse off than I was after I came. She was spread-eagle on the bed, struggling for breath like she'd sprinted a mile. Her face flushed, her hair all undone and sweaty, her body glistening. She seemed unaware of my presence, quivering and groaning with little aftershocks. I felt like a smug little shit, and I wanted to remember this forever. I was hard again.

I pushed her water bottle into her hand. She guzzled, a lot of it slopping down her front and into the sheets, which were already ruined. "You alright?" I asked, and she nodded feebly. She found my hand and grasped it.

"I'm so hot," she moaned when I tried to cuddle up to her and kiss her neck. I got out of bed and cranked the AC as high as it would go, and I stretched and continued to admire my handiwork. Hannah scratched at the stretched, sweaty skin of her stomach and looked at me, smiling. She seemed more aware of where she was, but it was clear she was exhausted.

"Just wait till I tell the girls in my birthing class about this," she said, and convulsed with laughter. Delirious. I tried to get close again and she pushed me away, still hot and flushed. "What time is it?"

I checked the clock. "Almost two."

"Shit," she groaned. "I gotta go home..."

"You stay here," I told her, and she shook her head. She heaved herself into a sitting position then wobbled. "Hannah," I said, worried she'd fall if she got up. "Stay here."

"You just want me to stay because you want to fuck," she said, gesturing to my hard cock. She wasn't entirely wrong, but I knew minutes-from-sleep Hannah when I saw her. She wasn't going home tonight. "I'm okay," she assured me. And for a second she sounded more awake, more with it. Gently, she laid down and turned onto her side.

"You can have my water too," I told her, but she was asleep.

I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself off a bit. I collected our clothes from where they'd fallen through the room, draping Hannah's dress on the chair and hanging her damp panties on the doorknob to dry. Curious, I checked the tag on her bra: 40E. The last bra I'd seen her wear was a D. I tossed the cold washcloths on the bathroom floor, then pulled on a fresh pair of shorts. Hannah snored while I paced around, something I'd never heard her do except when she was sick.

I took one last moment to admire her before covering her with the top sheet and turning off the light. When I got in bed I gave her the same goodnight kiss on the shoulder I always used to.

I had so much to think about. Would I really go back to New York and leave Hannah here for the last weeks of her pregnancy? Hannah had said she didn't want to get back together; had she changed her mind? What did this encounter mean? How would I feel for the rest of my life, knowing there was a little girl somewhere in Texas with my eyes or hair? I thought I'd stare at the ceiling all night stressing, but before I knew it I was out.

I woke up before my alarm and she was gone. I could still smell her, on the sheets, on my beard, but she'd taken off. I rolled over and checked my phone for a message, but there was nothing. It was 5:40 and gray predawn light was appearing and the room was an icebox. Would it be worth it to go back to sleep? My head was throbbing and I had a sad ache in my stomach, imagining Hannah dressing in the dark and sneaking off--

Her dress was still on the chair. I had just realized that when the toilet flushed. Relief flooded me as the door opened and I could make out Hannah's round silhouette in the dark. She slipped under the covers, naked and shivering, and I pulled her close and kissed her cheek. She turned away onto her side. I also needed to pee so I emerged from the warm sheets, turned the air down, and went to the bathroom. I took a couple Advil and drank from the tap. When I returned, Hannah was looking at her phone, the covers pulled up to her neck.

"Do you want a t-shirt?" I asked her.

"Yeah," she nodded, putting the phone down. I took a clean one out of my suitcase. "Can you give me my underwear too?" I picked them off the doorknob.

"They're, uh, still kinda wet," I told her. "I could give you some of my boxers."

"Okay."

I felt self-conscious, cold and naked, as Hannah dressed herself under the sheets. I found a shirt and underwear for myself. "Do you need more water?" I asked, looking at the empty bottles. She shook her head.

I got back into bed. My t-shirt didn't quite cover her belly, and her nipples were clearly visible in the cold. She saw me looking and covered herself with the sheets. "What's wrong?" I asked. She sighed.

"I didn't mean for that to happen," she said quietly.

"What, us fooling around? I didn't mind," I teased. But she was serious.

"It's the fucking hormones," Hannah groaned. "I feel like I'm not in control of myself." I wasn't sure what to make of that. I looked up at the ceiling. "All I wanted to do was come over here and answer your questions and go on my way."

"Well, I'm glad you didn't. I had a lot of fun."

"I know you did," she said. "You're going to get the wrong idea. We're not together. One nighhttps://www.forodeliteratura.com/f/profile/harbaoui

t doesn't change that."

"I know. I'm not, like, going to uproot my whole life and come down here for you," I said, feeling petty. As if I hadn't been wondering if I could do just that from the moment I ran into her at the BBQ place.

"Good," Hannah huffed. We weren't looking at each other anymore. What the hell happened? Maybe it was hormones, I thought. Mood swings. Nobody said anything for a while.

"We can talk, though, right?" I asked, breaking the silence. "You can unblock me, at least?" No response. My head was still pounding; I sat up. "Really? We can't even talk? Why did you come over here?"

"I told you, I want to move on. What we did doesn't change that. Alex, I'm sorry." Her voice was shaky. I was pissed at her, but still wanted to rub her back and calm her down. I took a breath. I was getting echoes of our last ugly conversations before we parted ways, and I wanted to be more patient. Not snap at her and say things I'd regret.

"I still have feelings for you," I told her. "And I think you have feelings for me too."

"It was just sex. Wasn't it fun enough to live out your fantasy? Why can't we leave it at that?"

"This wasn't my fantasy," I said, my tone nastier than I'd intended. I collected myself before continuing. "I mean, I had a great time. I missed you so much. Just talking to you, laughing with you. We don't have to get back together, but why can't we just talk once in a while?"

"Because I said no!" Hannah was fully crying now. Had I dreamt the pleasant evening we'd just spent together? I felt miserable, sitting here in the dark, upsetting her more and more. I still didn't understand what was happening. So I got out of bed.

Hannah

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