Chapter 1

My name is Alan Saunders and the story I’m about to tell you happened about five years ago now. It was a nice spring day here in Wilson, North Carolina, the place I call home these days. Wilson is a small town of about 50,000 people located about 50 miles east of state capitol of Raleigh.

I like it here because it has the small town feel I enjoy, but it’s still close enough to Raleigh that I can go to “the big city” if I need to.

I was sitting on my front porch that Friday morning just enjoying the sunshine and the smells and sounds of springtime. My house has a full-width covered porch with a two person porch swing on one end and a couple of those wooden Adirondack-type lounge chairs with a small matching table between them. I was in one of those chairs when I saw a moving van pull up in front of the house next door.

The house had been for sale for some time and I was beginning to have my doubts that anyone would ever move in. It wasn’t a bad house, it did need some minor repairs and a fresh coat of paint wouldn’t hurt it, but it was structurally sound and with some work could be a cute place. I was actually glad to see someone had the vision and desire to give it a new lease on life.

I watched with mild curiousity as a late model blue Chevy Malibu pulled up into the driveway out of the way of the movers. A young man got out of the car and walked around the front of the car. I kept watching, hoping that this wasn’t a young couple with noisy kids – I had gotten very comfortable in the peace and quiet of my little neighborhood. I don’t have anything against kids mind you, but I do like to be able to hear myself think!

The guy walked around to the passenger side door and opened it. I watched as a young woman slowly emerged from the seat. She was having quite a bit of trouble, even with her husband’s (I assumed) help and I was just about to go over to offer my assistance, when I saw the reason for her troubles.

The young woman was about twenty-four years old I guessed, and she was most definitely pregnant. I don’t know too much about women and their pregnancies, never having a pregnant wife or girlfriend, but in my estimation she must have been at least six months along, judging by the belly on her. I watched as she finally found her feet and after steadying herself by leaning on the car, she waddled into the house with his help.

He came out a couple minutes later and began to unpack the car. Wanting to be a sociable neighbor (and to find out a bit about my new neighbors) I walked over to see if I could be of help.

“Hi there! I saw you pull up. Need a hand hauling this stuff inside?”

“Sure, if you’d like to grab that lamp or something. Hard to believe how much stuff we have!”

I grabbed the floor lamp he indicated and a couple kitchen chairs while I was at it. “My name is Alan by the way, Alan Saunders. I live over next door” I said, tossing my head towards my house.

“I’m Tim Andrews. My wife Stacy is inside. She can’t help much with the moving, I’m afraid – she’s pregnant.”

“I know, I saw her when she got out of the car. She’s carrying quite a load on her own!”

“Yeah I’m afraid so. Poor girl – we wanted to be done with this whole move in thing by now, but the first house we looked at, the owner’s took a higher offer on. So we had to start looking all over again. Then when we found this place, our financing fell through – seems like it has taken forever for us to get this far! We would have just called the whole thing off until after the baby came, but we would have had to sign another year’s lease and we didn’t want to stay there that long.”

“I can understand that. When is the baby due?”

“Well if she can hold out that long, the middle of July. But it may come a little sooner than that. Her family leans towards slightly early births. Her sister’s baby was at thirty-six weeks when it decided it’d had enough and came out to see the outside world.

“This is her first I assume?”

“Yeah ... we’ve only been married for a year and a half.”

“I see.” About that time we entered the house and went into the kitchen. Stacy was sitting on one of the chairs already brought into the house, her thighs spread to allow the baby some room.

“Honey, this is Alan, he lives next door.” She started to get up but I quickly stepped over to her.

“Please don’t get up! Hi, Alan Saunders. I came over to see if your husband needed any help moving your things in from the car.”

“Oh, that’s so nice of you! I’m afraid I can’t do much but direct traffic these days!” Stacy said patting her enlarged belly.

“Well, you just tell me where you want these things and we’ll take care of the rest then!”

After about twenty minutes we had the car unloaded. While we were working on unloading the car, the movers moved the furniture and all the boxes from the moving truck into the house.

Because of insurance concerns, neither me or Tim were allowed to get into the moving truck, but the guys gave us things to carry once they were out of the truck. Stacy did a good job of telling us all where she wanted the different items and within an hour or so we had the truck unloaded and the last of it in the house.

After we got the last few boxes in the house, Tim signed that the work order had been completed satisfactorily and he was given the bill. Then the men left to go back to their office. Tim, Stacy, and I sat around on the dining room chairs chatting and getting to know each other a bit.

I learned that the young couple had just moved down from Philadelphia and had only been in town for a couple days signing the paperwork for the new house. I learned that Tim was a school teacher back in Philly, and because of school budget cuts, he had been laid off. So he had found a position with our local school district.

As we sat and talked, I began to get a strange feeling about Stacy ... something that stood out more than it should have. We hardly knew each other at all and yet I could swear I was getting some rather suggestive glances! I passed it off as maybe she was one of those openly friendly airline stewardess types who hugs a lot and touches your arm when she laughs at your jokes. I have known a few of that type in my day.

After awhile I decided that these two needed some time to unwind if not unpack some things, so I bid them a good night and went back to my home. They were a nice couple and I could see the three of us becoming good neighbors, if not good friends.

That night though Stacy’s almost flirtatious behavior stayed with me. I wondered if it was my imagination or maybe I had just been out of the dating game so long I had forgotten how to read signals. I mean I was never real good at them – one of the reasons I suppose I was divorced. Maybe I was just mistaking her friendly demeanor of something more.

The next morning I woke up and the events of the previous day were behind me. I had work to do today and had to concentrate on that. I work from home as a financial planner; doing taxes, setting up retirements for clients, investment portfolios, and the like. That’s another reason I liked this nice quiet neighborhood, I could have the windows in my office open without the noise interrupting my work.

I had just made myself a cup of coffee and sat down to my desk to check the mornings Stock Market report when the phone rang.

“Hello? This is Saunders Investment Management, Alan Saunders speaking.”

“Hi Alan, this is Stacy from next door. Did I call the wrong number? I thought I was calling you at home!” I had given them my number in case they needed any more help.

“No, no it’s fine. I just happened to be in my office when I answered the phone.”

“Oh, I see. Did I call at a bad time?”

“No, I wasn’t doing anything yet. What can I do for you?”

“Well, if it isn’t too much trouble, could you come over and help me for a bit. I know you helped us a lot moving in yesterday, but Tim had to go to Raleigh this morning and left me here to do some unpacking. These boxes are too heavy and I’m too big in the belly to move them!”

“Sure, no problem. I’ll be right over.”

“Oh, thank you so much!” She had caught me on a slow day. I took a quick glance at the important markets and nothing seemed to be moving around too much at the moment. So I shut the computer down and went over to see how I could be a good neighbor.

When I knocked on the door, Stacy opened the door and I was a little surprised when I saw she was wearing a stretchy red bodysuit and white shorts with an elastic waistband. “Hi, Alan come on in!” she said with a smile as she held the door for me.

“Am I too early?” I asked, looking her up and down.

Stacy blushed. “Oh ... please forgive the way I’m dressed – I don’t normally look like this, but it’s hard to find anything comfortable in this condition and most of our clothes are still packed in suitcases.

“Poor Tim had to rummage around this morning trying to find something clean to wear to go to Raleigh. He is meeting with the State school board today to make sure his license is okay so he can start teaching, and going over and getting his driver’s license changed over to North Carolina. There is certainly a lot to do when you move to a new state!”

“Yes there is. And you just caught me a bit off guard with the outfit. But I totally understand – it must be tough to be pregnant and not be able to do as much as you are used to,” I said, trying to be as sympathetic as I could be.

“It certainly is. I love being pregnant, but getting around with this can be challenging. And moving while pregnant adds a whole new dimension to it!”

“I can imagine. Well, anytime you need help Stacy, feel free to call on me. I’d be willing to do whatever I can to help.”

“Thank you, Alan. That means a lot. I don’t know anyone here yet and I miss having someone to talk to. Tim is going to be gone everyday all day long during school so I won’t have anyone to talk to and I can’t drive in this condition, obviously! I had my circle of girlfriends and we would get together and talk regularly, but until I can start getting out and making friends I won’t have anyone to talk to!”

“Well you have me, Stacy. And since I work from home, I’m almost always available for a cup of coffe and a chat or to run to the store for you if you need something right away. Whatever I can do to make your transition here easier. I know what moving to a whole new place is like ... leaving everything you once knew and trying to find your way again. It can be hard under normal circumstances. But you have your little one and that makes it even harder.”

“Oh Alan, you’re so understanding!” she said, laying her hand over mine.

Stacy was a real joy to talk to and before we knew it, we were chatting like two old friends instead of new neighbors. She told me they had met and dated while he was in college. She worked in a little coffee shop that was close by the university that the college kids hung out at.

She had taken an instant liking to him and finally he worked up the nerve to ask her out. They dated all through his college days and they got married shortly after he graduated; Tim had gone to work in one of the local schools while Stacy kept working at the coffee shop. Then Tim’s father passed on and left them a nice little inheritance which they were able to save and add to little at a time.

One day Stacy found out she was pregnant. She wanted to work at the coffee shop for as long as she could before quitting to have the baby. But about three months ago, Tim was let go from the school district. Stacy said they did okay with his unemployment and her pay from the coffee shop.

But they knew neither would last long. So they decided that since there wasn’t much job opportunity in Philly at the time, they would move someplace else. Both Tim and Stacy wanted a small-town friendly place to raise the baby – someplace where he or she had a yard to play in, maybe a dog – you know the American Dream kind of thing. So when he learned that there were some openings down this way, he applied and they began the house quest.

I listened, completely captivated to this young mother-to-be, as she told me her story. I don’t know why, but something about her struck a chord in me.

She was cute and bubbly and I could see why Tim had fallen for and married her. She wore her mid-back length blonde hair loose, like a blonde waterfall cascading over her shoulders, and her blue eyes seemed to sparkle and dance when she smiled. Her nose was slightly upturned and rested over full pair of soft, very kissable lips.

Her body frame was short but not tiny; she stood about 5’4”, but she was well proportioned – not rail thin, but not stocky or obese. She was actully quite attractive and her motherly “glow” made all the more attractive now.

As we talked I suddenly found myself thinking not so neighborly thoughts of woman next door. I’m not sure why, but I suddenly began wondering what Stacy looked like under that red bodysuit. I never really considered myself as having a fetish or kink towards pregnant women, but this young babymaker was changing that!

I pictured her with large, dark areolas that became bumpy when she was aroused, topped off with sensitive nipples, fat and stiff and aching to be licked. Tucked under her bulging, swollen belly there would be a trimmed fur patch of blonde hair framing an equally hot pussy, the fat puffy lips glistening with her dew.

I imagined how it would feel to heft those large, milk-laden tits and bury my face between them. I wondered how her milk might taste and if she had gotten to the lactating stage yet. I imagined myself sucking on her sweet milk, then licking my way over that large swollen belly to her wet dripping pussy to lap up the treasures she had waiting for me there. Once my appetite was stated, I would roll her over and up onto her knees and give my hard cock an equal chance at her warm wet fuckhole.

I could feel my cock getting stiff at my surreptitious fantasy and I had to subtlely change positions to allow it some room. But apparently I wasn’t subtle enough and my dream was broken as she spoke.

“It sure is hot today. Is it always this hot in April here?” Stacy asked, slumping in her chair and opening her legs wider.

“Yeah it can be. It’s not so much the heat – it’s 76 degrees according to the thermometer – but it’s the humidity that makes it seem hotter. I think they said we have around 70% humidity today.”