by Daya Daniels
The doorbell rang again and my heart stopped. Connor beat me to it, giving me a troublesome grin over his shoulder. He opened it slowly, almost as though he was unveiling one of the briefcases on Deal or No Deal.
I could see a hint of Scarlett’s long blonde hair, between Connor’s side and his arm. She was here.
Scarlett
“Well, aren’t you a pretty little thang’.” The linebacker in front of me said in a dramatic Southern accent.
I smiled and took in the huge man that was well over six feet tall and who probably weighed three hundred pounds. There was a twinkle in his brown eyes and a smirk on his face.
“And you come bearing gifts and wine?” The man said giving me a huge smile, showing off his pearly whites.
I had to guess this was Mia’s best friend, Connor.
“Hello.” I said, extending my hand.
Connor took my hand, placing a soft kiss on top of it. “Charmed to meet you.” He said playfully. “Do come in.” He said, stepping to the side to let me in.
I looked around. Loud chatter came from the kitchen and there was an awkward looking man sitting on the sofa engrossed in a television show laughing.
The place was immaculate. All ambient lighting and huge floor to ceiling windows that looked out to the city lights. There were dark hardwood floors throughout and high ceilings.
Connor stepped behind me and took my coat. I turned to my left and Mia stood there looking at me, then she smiled.
“Hi.” She said.
“Hey.” I grabbed the bottle of wine I brought along and handed it to her.
“It’s a cabernet sauvignon.”
“Thanks.” Mia said taking it from me.
“This is a beautiful place.” I said looking around.
It was impressive that Mia could afford this all on her own. I guess this was what a partner pay check could buy.
“Thanks. That’s exactly what I thought when I first saw it.”
I stepped towards Mia and gave her a hug, careful not to nudge her stomach. When I moved away, I placed a hand on her round belly that was getting so big.
“You look good pregnant you know.”
Mia smiled shyly and her cheeks flushed pink. “I don’t know about that.” She muttered.
I huffed, realizing that she wasn’t going to accept the compliment.
“What’s that?’ Mia asked.
I gave her gift I had.
“Open it.” I told her.
Mia met my eyes and shrugged right before she tore to the top of the box open and slid the frame out. “It’s beautiful.”
I smiled. “I’m glad you like it.”
It was a framed Claude Monet print called Woman with a Parasol – Madame Monet and Her Son.
“Monet? The impressionist?” Mia asked.
“Yes.”
“It was painted in 1875. It’s his wife Camille and their son Jean from when they were living in Argenteuil, capturing a moment on a stroll on a windy summer’s day.”
“It’s perfect.” Mia said.
“I would describe it any other way.”
Connor stood a few feet away, watching us with a smile on his face and his arms folded across his chest. Mia rolled her eyes and dragged me into the kitchen, hooking her arm into mine.
Mia
I was afraid for Scarlett, since my friends could be overwhelming.
I guided her into the kitchen and when she entered the chatter stopped immediately, while they all just stared. Scarlett gave them a small wave, looking each one over. Rae stopped chewing the piece of celery that was sticking out of her mouth and Frenchie nudged her to the side harshly.
“This is my friend Scarlett, everyone.” I announced.
Rae gave her a polite smile and extended her hand but then pulled Scarlett into a tight hug. Scarlett shook hands with Frenchie and backed away hugging herself. I was certain she was nervous.
“We have wine and food that I had delivered this morning.” I said looking around the kitchen.
“It all looks really nice.”
“I tried to cook a few days ago.”
Scarlett took some crackers and cheese putting them in a plate.
“It was a disaster.”
“Charcoal chicken.” Connor added.
Scarlett giggled. “I can teach you how to cook.”
Connor’s brows shot up to his hairline. “You hear that Mia, she cooks.”
I gave Connor a face, silently telling him to shut up.
Rae and Frenchie made small talk, asking Scarlett about how she became a doula.
Scarlett seemed comfortable enough around them.
The afternoon went by smoothly. Rae told a few stories about her job and the people she worked with. Scarlett didn’t mention her husband Christian at all. She listened to Rae talk about work. Most of Scarlett’s stories were about home life and cooking and her hobby of collecting art, that she never told me about.
Each time I looked at her I fell in love a little more. Her face, her voice. The way she bit her pouty lip, when she was deep in thought.
Connor without a doubt liked Scarlett. He monopolized the conversation a few times, forcing her to talk about me. It was weird and forward. I didn’t need Scarlett to be weirded out by my friends.
“So, you will be in the birthing room with Mia?” Frenchie asked, biting into a chip.
I nodded.
Rae grimaced. “That’s disgusting. The whole thing is disgusting. I want to have children but I don’t want to see that.”
Frenchie arched a brow at Rae’s comment. “You bet your sweet ass you will be there.”
Rae huffed, taking another chug of her beer.
“It’s natural.” Scarlett giggled.
She placed a hand on my stomach again. “This is beautiful.” Scarlett said.
The baby moved and Scarlett laughed.
“Maybe the little weird thing growing inside Mia, likes you.”
I thought about it but whenever Scarlett spoke the baby seemed to move. It couldn’t have been a coincidence.
“Who is the father?” Rae asked, which earned her another hard nudge in the side by Frenchie.
“They don’t tell you.” I explained.
“So, you don’t know.” Rae said in disbelief.
“No.”
“You’ve put any man’s sperm inside of you? He could be a serial killer.” Frenchie giggled.
I let out a loud laugh.
“It’s a profile and whoever the man was, he fit the profile and that’s the sperm they used. The men are screened closely and tested. They don’t just give you any sperm from the regular Joe Blow off the street.”
Frenchie nodded.
Scarlett declined the wine I offered. “Driving.” She said.
I nodded.
I missed being able to drink but I didn’t miss the hangovers.
“Do you want to see the nursery?” I asked Scarlett.
Scarlett stepped away from the counter and followed me down the hall.
Scarlett
Where is my mind?
I was attracted to a pregnant woman. It wasn’t the fact that she was a woman that baffled me the most, it was that she was heavily pregnant. I think the pregnancy part turned me on. It was weird.
Mentally, I sighed.
Mia let me into the large nursery and shut the door behind her. She walked around pointing to the new furniture - a crib, a rocking chair a cedar changing table. They were all perfect. The walls were painted sea green and a large cream rug was in the center of the floor.
Mia ran a hand through her hair, which was out today. She hardly ever wore her hair out. She looked fucking delicious. I wanted to strip all her clothes off and kiss her pregnant belly and then slide down to that special place between her legs and lick her until she came. Pushing all dirty thoughts aside, I returned to the present to notice Mia already staring at me. The corners of her mouth quirked up into a slow, adorable smile.
“What?” She asked, fiddling w
ith her hair.
I hadn’t realized I was staring.
“Nothing, you look pretty.” I said, without meaning to speak so honestly.
Fuck.
“Thanks.”
She seemed so nervous today, almost uneasy like something was bothering her.
“Are you okay?” I asked, stepping towards her.
“Yes.” She said quietly as stood only a few inches away from her.
Mia reached out and ran her hands through my hair and then cupped the back of my neck. It was both a loving gesture and erotic all at the same time. I allowed my gaze to linger on her while she did it, hoping that she wouldn’t stop. I enjoyed her touch. It made me wet and the sight of her lips made me want to kiss them. I moved towards her a little more. The roundness of her belly pressed into mine. Mia touched my face with her other hand. They were warm and soft. I wanted to take each one of her fingers and suck them clean.
The room was quiet. All I could hear was our light breathing and the distant chatter coming from down the hall.
Mia blinked slowly as she looked at me, still caressing the nape of my neck. She leaned in and I felt my heart rate spike. It was almost pounding. She pressed her lips softly to mine, teasing. First taking my lower lip between her teeth. I leaned forward and kissed her hungrily, tasting her mouth. Our tongues tangled together for I don’t know how long. The kiss was everything I imagined it would be. It was sweet and sensual and the feeling of my lips pressed against hers, made me crazy. She tasted like honey. I put my hands in her hair and kissed her hard, almost getting carried away, forgetting that Mia’s friends were still in her apartment and that there was a baby between us. I opened my eyes and pulled away, only to find her staring at me dumbfounded, like she’d just seen a unicorn.
I wasn’t sure what she expected but she seemed to be in shock that I kissed her back. Maybe she thought I would pull away?
“Are you okay?” I asked softly, running a finger over her lips, wanting desperately for my tongue to be inside of her mouth again.
Mia nodded but still didn’t speak.
I kissed her again. This time even harder, sliding my hand down between her thighs. Her breathing hitched when I touched that sensitive spot between her legs, rubbing her clit. At first, she jerked away and then she leaned into it, telling me that she was as desperate for relief as I already knew she was. She moaned into my mouth, when I pressed harder, then whimpered opening her eyes again for a moment. I backed her into the crib, when she tried to squirm away, still kissing her. If I wanted something, I could be aggressive. I knew Mia wanted this, just as much as I wanted...needed to touch her. I slipped my hand into her pants, finding my way into the thin panties she wore. I shivered when my fingertips touched her soft, warm skin and then slid down to that silky warm place that was already wet. I imagined my tongue on it, licking and lapping up her wetness, making her scream underneath the mercy of my tongue but I knew Mia had guests.
I slipped my fingers into her slit, feeling her pulse around them. She was hungry for it. Her legs parted when she slumped a little against the side of the crib and I smiled, working my fingers in deeper, crushing my mouth to hers. She was breathing heavily, while I fucked her with my fingers. I kissed her again hard, using my other hand to squeeze her breasts through her shirt. Mia moaned and it was the sweetest noise I’d ever heard. I wanted to strip her naked and eat her pussy out right here. She clenched hard around my fingers and a few soft cries left her beautiful mouth. I knew she was close to coming. Long breaths left her mouth, wrapped in moans while she dug her fingers into my shoulder.
“Come for me.” I whispered into her ear, while I kissed along her neck, nuzzling my nose into her hair.
A strangled moan spilled from her lips and then a gasp that was so fucking beautiful, I thought I would come myself. Her face was flush and her lips were swollen from me consuming her mouth with my own. I was going to fuck this woman and fuck her good. I smiled looking her over, listening to her breathing almost return to normal. I slipped my fingers out of her pussy, looking at the wetness that coated my fingers. I licked them clean, while she watched with heavy lids. I kissed her lips again and backed away, brushing her hair out of her face.
“You should see what I can do with my tongue.” I whispered, kissing her again, taking in her confused and post-orgasmic expression. “It’s okay.” I said softly touching her hand.
Mia straightened her clothes and looked away from me. “We should get back outside.” She said.
I nodded and followed her to the door.
Mia
Scarlett liked women. Apparently, she was bisexual???
I was still panting from the strong orgasm I’d just had at the expertise of her fingers, when I scampered back into the kitchen, feeling like a complete fucking wreck. Usually, I couldn’t come that easily but today I did. It took her less than two minutes to make my thighs shake.
“Are you okay?” Connor asked, looking me over.
I really wanted to tell him to fuck off. Instead, I moved around the kitchen to reheat a bowl of mashed potato.
“You look flushed.” He said stepping towards me.
I just came. I imagined myself saying, then thought better of it.
Rory entered the kitchen, which halted Connor’s line of questioning. Connor was drunk. Tomorrow, he would forget anyway. Rory pressed a kiss to Connor’s lips and forked a few meatballs onto a plate.
Scarlett made herself comfortable on the sofa in the den across from Rae and Frenchie as they talked a little more. She seemed relaxed about what just happened. She was giggling and holding a can of Coke in her hand. I was the one running acting like a nervous teenager, while she seemed fine. Why did I feel like this?
Connor and Rory left the kitchen. Then I was alone with my thoughts again. I observed Scarlett in the distance. She was beautiful, probably the most perfect woman I’d ever seen. Each time I looked at her, I felt something strong but I wasn’t sure what it was at first. Maybe a hopeful adoration or respect but now after what just happened in my unborn child’s nursery…I cringe. I think I feel possibility.
Scarlett didn’t seem to hide her sexuality. She just wasn’t upfront about it. It wasn’t really any of my business, I suppose or anyone else’s for that matter.
My nipples were tingling and the wetness was seeping out of me, saturating my panties. I was horny as hell and now all I could do was imagine what she looked like naked. Even if Scarlett or any other woman did want me for that matter, I was almost seven months pregnant. Who was going to have sex with me? Gripping the edge of the counter, I arched my back and looked at the teardrop lighting above me, exhaling loudly. I looked in Scarlett’s direction again and she was already watching me. Then she ran her fingers through her blonde hair and smiled. I’d no doubt I wanted her.
Scarlett
I enjoyed finally meeting Mia’s friends. They were interesting.
We spent the last half hour cleaning up. There wasn’t much to do. A few dishes to load into the dishwasher and some trash to gather up. It was snowing outside. I couldn’t tear my gaze from the view this apartment had as I moved around tidying up.
Mia stood straight and glanced at me when we were done. I knew I was lingering but I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t want to go home. I wanted to kiss her again and explore that mouthwatering place between her legs, that had my own pussy throbbing with need. I felt like I shocked her enough today. It seemed like all the preconceived notions about me that she might’ve had, crashed to the floor in smithereens.
“I should go.” I said, gathering up my bag.
“No, please stay.” Mia said softly.
I stood awkwardly across the room from her, while her eyes darted around. Her nervousness was palpable now but I didn’t acknowledge it.
“So, you like women?” She asked, biting her bottom lip.
“Yes. I thought it might be obvious.”
“Since when?”
I laughed. “Since forever I think.”
Mia took a deep breath. She didn’t protest when I kissed her again and pulled up her sweater. Then I looked down at the soft pale skin on her round belly. I pressed my nose into her hair, inhaling the herbal scent of her shampoo and kissed along her neck.
“You look pretty when you come.” I whispered into her ear.
“You find me attractive?”
I hummed a yes as I kissed her again, tasting her mouth. Mia closed her eyes and groaned. Then she stopped me.
“Take off your shoes.” She said.
I pushed off my flats and stood barefoot in front of her, noticing how we were the exact same height. Then she removed hers, looking up at me nervously. Mia took my hand, in her shaky one and without speaking, led me towards her bedroom.
Mia
Scarlett stood in front of me as the soft moonlight filtered into the room, through the curtains. It dusted her skin perfectly, highlighting her cheek bones and lips.
I wanted this. My skin quivered at her touch and I reminded myself to breath. She leaned in to kiss me again and I parted my lips, letting her tongue slide into my mouth. Her hands caressed my face and neck as I ran my hands through her soft hair.
Her touch was magical on my skin. It was as if she knew the exact place to touch me and the right amount of pressure to apply, if any pressure at all. It was as if she knew my body better than I did.
This felt perfect, right and I didn’t want it to stop.