Chapter 11

To say I was stunned would be an understatement. I was staring at her, mouth agape no doubt, but I honestly don't know. "H-here?" I finally managed to stammer.

"Yes, here," she said, "and in the kitchen and the laundry and the den and everywhere else in the goddam apartment, but I was thinking we would start in the bedroom. I want my first time to be in a real bed."

I smiled inwardly at the apparent paradox of a nearly six month pregnant girl planning her 'first time'. But to Laura's way of thinking it made sense. "You asked for it sweetheart," I said, took her by the hand and walked towards our bedroom.

"Don't you feel terribly overdressed?" she cooed and started to work on the buttons of my shirt with her free hand.

I swung her around and kissed her deeply. "Impatient are we?" I teased as I let go of her mouth.

By way of answer she undid my belt, the zip and the button on my trousers making them drop down round my ankles. That didn't make it any easier to walk. I kicked off my slippers and stepped out of my trousers - not very gracefully, I fear. "If we carry on this way, we won't make it to the bedroom!" I said. "Is the corridor on your lists of places you want to do it?"

She laughed, but continued with my shirt, getting it off of me. I was now only wearing socks and boxer shorts - the latter looking like a tent. Laura spotted it of course and moments later she was literally dragging me along by my dick. Not exactly dignified, but huge fun. "Come along to the bedroom and strip for me," she said.

"You haven't left much for me to strip," I laughed. We did make it to the bedroom and I got rid of boxers and socks. Laura had gotten into bed and was studying me with a hungry expression. She had spread her legs in the most inviting way. But at nearly six months and with twins, the good old-fashioned missionary position was ruled out; it would be too uncomfortable. I am a very ordinary man; average in size and no contortionist. So ignoring the obvious invitation, I lay down on the bed next to her instead and started kissing and touching her everywhere. Her pussy was soaking wet and her nipples standing very erect. "I get the feeling you're ready for this," I hinted.

"Put it in me noooow," she whimpered - pulling at me to get me on top.

"It will work better with you on top," I said. She looked momentarily confused, but then swung a leg over and tried to make contact. She couldn't see very much - her belly was in the way, but I guided my dick to her pussy and with a huge sigh of contentment she lowered herself on me.

"Oh God, I've waited for this. It feels soooo nice!" she said and started a gentle rocking motion forth and back. I could only agree. Laura was in control of both depth and speed, leaving me with very little to do so I started playing with her nipples. That gave me something to do - holding on for dear life!

Listen, pregnant sex is fun! Some people - both men and women - are turned off by the idea; I can only pity them. Sure, the mechanical issues can be a challenge the closer you get to the due date, but the fact is that both breasts and vagina are much more sensitive due to the increased blood supply. It is easy for a pregnant woman to come. Laura and I knew that of course from our mutual petting over the last three weeks, but nothing had prepared Laura for the stimulus of a nice hard dick in her pussy and once I also started playing with her breasts it only took a few minutes before the first of many orgasms shook her body. By the time I came, she was in the throes of a massive continuous orgasm, and wow - was she loud!

She finally collapsed on top of me, crying, laughing and panting at the same time. "Happy birthday sweetheart," I whispered in her ear.

"Oh George! Thank you. That was fabulous," she said when her breathing was finally under control.

"Do you want your other presents now, or can you wait until the morning?" I asked lightly.

"Now I can wait," she giggled and rolled off of me. Moments later she was asleep. I covered us with the duvet and snuggled up close. My good life had just gotten massively better.

Next morning - the morning of her birthday - we slept in. I'm usually not all that good at doing so, but I slept like a log and only woke up because Laura was playing with me. My cock, I mean. "Good morning," she said when she noticed I was awake.

My dick was very hard. "You'll wear me out. Remember I'm an old man," I said with mock severity.

"On the contrary," she said. "I'll keep you young." And with that, she swung her leg over and lowered herself on me in one smooth movement.

"You're a quick learner!" I observed.

"Oh yes!" she breathed when she started riding me. But if that was a confirmation of what I had said or an approval of the sensations in her pussy wasn't quite clear. After only a few moments she lost language altogether when I started playing with her nipples and after a matter of minutes she came with a wail like a banshee. It was too quick for me, but I didn't mind and she didn't even notice.

"I can't believe how good this is," she panted. "I can totally understand what the fuss is about. But why would anyone have religious hang-ups about sex? That is just weird. Something as beautiful and good and loving - and fun - as what we have simply can't be bad!"

I agreed, of course - although many people don't. I was happy she saw it this way though and made a mental note-to-self that joy-less religions would have to count Laura as a lost cause. Good thing, that!

I turned to matters practical. "I was going to serve you birthday breakfast in bed," I said. "But someone made me sleep so well I missed the opportunity."

She smiled. "Guilty as charged. And it doesn't matter; we'll just make it together."

So we did - half an hour later we were sitting down for breakfast in just dressing gowns. "OK," I said when she had finished eating. "Time for presents."

"You mean other presents," she giggled.

I smiled and handed her the various cards, letters and presents. The earrings from Debbie and Ramone were very pretty and Elise had sent her an 'I Love My Bump' maternity shirt which she adored. The second last present was from me. It was an envelope with vouchers for a trip to Florida in the upcoming spring break. "I checked with Noelle - you'll be OK flying," I said.

She was ecstatic. "Fantastic," she said. "I've never been to Florida. Thank you sooo much!"

"You're welcome sweetheart," I replied. "I'm rather looking forward to it myself."

We chatted a bit about the trip and she was just about to get up when I stopped her. "There is one more letter," I said.

I don't know if it was my voice or the timing, but she suddenly looked very seriously at me. "My parents?" she asked quietly.

I met her gaze. "Your mother," I replied and handed her the envelope.

She noticed how heavy it was and deduced, like Ramone and I had, that there was a present inside. That made her slightly less tense. But she was still nervous and her hands shook a little as she opened it. It contained a card and something wrapped in tissue paper. She unwrapped that first and looked completely stunned. It was a heavy and very beautiful gold bangle - I am shocked it had been sent by ordinary mail. It looked quite old to me and Laura immediately confirmed that. "It belonged to my grandmother, but she gave it to Mom before I was born. I've always loved it!" she almost whispered. Big fat tears were rolling down her cheeks.

I handed her a Kleenex. "That's wonderful sweetheart."

She dried her eyes and - visibly - braced herself to read the card. She only got through one or two lines before her eyes were full of tears again. "Will you read it for me?" she asked, handing me the card.

I nodded and started reading aloud. 'My dearest Laura. Happy birthday. Not a single day goes by without me thinking of you. Your new principal sent me the sweetest little letter with your school report so I know from her - and from Hannah who seems to be in contact with you on the computer - that you are well and that Mr. Smith is looking after you. I feel like such a failure for not being the one to do so. I am so ashamed that you had to go to strangers when you needed me the most. I am trying to make your father see it that way, but it is difficult. Please forgive me. Love Mom.'