Built for Pleasure

by Sarah J. Brooks

  As much as I liked thinking about having Mike in my bed, I wasn’t going to push that plan too much. Things were really good between the two of us and there was too much room for error if I started pushing a relationship with him. I was going to take a back seat and just see how things turned out.

  Mike got a text message on his phone that seemed to distract him a lot. I just sat there waiting for him to tell me what was going on but he was so engrossed in a back and forth texting session that I didn’t want to interrupt him.

  Something was wrong. Whomever had texted him didn’t have anything good to tell him at all. I continued eating my dinner while he finished his conversation.

  “Sorry, just some work stuff. Some legal issues came up with the new expansion. That thing has been so stressful. And one of the people we interviewed ended up turning something into the medical board like a tattletale. Our lawyer has it handled because everything we do is legal; it’s just got me a little worried now.”

  “What did they turn in?”

  “Oh, Bruce made a crack about being a sperm donor on the side for cash. And the uppity guy we were interviewing didn’t think it was legal or ethical or something. I didn’t really think anything of it but our attorney just texted to tell me the board is doing an official review of both Bruce and I.”

  “It wasn’t legal what we did?”

  “It was legal. I’m one hundred percent sure of that. I think the questionable part is having a doctor from a fertility and obstetric clinic, donating to their patient. Bruce is probably in more trouble than I am ethically. He’s remained the doctor after donating. But you stayed with Bruce for your doctor so I don’t think I would be in trouble.”

  “But this could affect your whole practice, couldn’t it?” I said, a little worried for Mike and the new expansion he was planning.

  “I’m not sure the extent of the consequences just yet and I don’t think talking about it will help you relax at all. I’ll let you know if I hear of any news as this whole thing develops.”

  I was stressed out for Mike just thinking about having some sort of investigation like that going on. He looked like he had already forgotten about it though as he slipped his phone back into his pocket and finished eating his meal.

  Oh, how nice it would be to have the type of personality that could just let things roll off your back like that. One minute he looked extremely anxious and the very next he had totally forgotten about it and was enjoying his meal.

  We moved into the bedroom when he finished. I had boxes all over the room but I did have the bed pieces set up in the general area where it was supposed to be put together. I was also organized enough to have all the bolts and screws in a bag sitting next to the bed and the tools I needed to get it all put together.

  “This shouldn’t take long. I might need you to hold the headboard steady while I put the pieces on.”

  “I can handle that,” I said as I found a spot by the headboard and held onto it for him.

  Mike used a box to balance the long side boards for the bed and made quick work of putting the frame together. He had the slats for the bottom of the bed attached quickly after that and was loading up my mattress all within thirty minutes.

  I was positive that the girls and I would have spent hours trying to get that thing put together. Even though it was relatively easy, the three of us managed to make a mess of things rather quickly when we were all together.

  “Do you have sheets? I can help you put them on,” he offered.

  “Yep,” I grabbed my set of nice hotel quality sheets and threw one side of them over toward Mike. “I love these. They are so soft. Like staying at a hotel.”

  “Are these hotel sheets? Did you steal these Miss Rivas?” He asked with a stern look on his face.

  “I wouldn’t exactly call it stealing. I mentioned that I really liked the sheets that our hotel used and a set of them turned up in my office one morning. I didn’t question it,” I laughed. “Sometimes you just have to go with the flow.”

  “They are really soft,” he rubbed his hands on them after we finished making the bed. “I bet you’ll sleep great tonight.”

  I walked around the bed and stood next to Mike. We were close to each other. Closer than we should have been if we were planning to keep our relationship platonic.

  “How are you feeling?” I asked him.

  He laughed. “I think I’m supposed to ask you that.”

  “Oh, I feel fantastic.”

  “Yeah?” he asked as he pulled me in closer. “You sure you’re feeling okay?”

  “Yep.”

  His eyes gazed into mine as we stood there with our bodies pressed against one another. Being with Mike was calming to me. It was like home to me. Just having him there in my apartment made me more comfortable about all the unknown things coming ahead for me.

  His hands rubbed up and down my arms and then we leaned in and kissed softly. He moved slowly and sensually as we kissed and touched each other, both of us climbing onto the bed and lying down as we continued to make out for a little bit.

  Mike’s hands were soft and gently as he rubbed one of them on my stomach while we kissed. It was exciting having him there and I wanted all of him. I needed to have him.

  He pulled my shirt up and over my head and then started kissing every inch of my stomach. He was gentle, yet firm with his kisses and even stopped to rest his ear on me and see if he could hear anything going on inside.

  “Any grumbling in there?” I laughed.

  “Nope, all quiet.”

  Mike rolled me over and unhooked my bra before diving full face into my booming breasts. They had to be twice the size they had been before. I was so swollen and big that it made me more sensitive than I’d been before too, so as Mike pulled my nipple into his mouth I moaned out in pure pleasure at the sensation.

  “Mmmm yes,” I said and arched my back to press my body into him even more.

  “You’re so sexy,” he groaned and then took in the other breast.

  Mike played with and sucked on my breasts for a while before finally turning his attention to licking me. And I was swollen down there too. My whole body had extra blood flow and I felt the pleasure right away when his tongue hit my naked center.

  Quickly I felt the pleasure building like I’d never felt it before. Within minutes of his tongue touching me I was screaming and moaning and trying to catch my breath as a huge orgasm was building up.

  “Come here,” I said as I pulled on his hair.

  “Now?” he asked pausing for just a minute. “Right now? Where’s the condoms.”

  “Yes, I want you inside me right now, fuck the condoms,” I urged and literally started pulling his head up toward me.

  Mike hurried and pulled his pants off and then held himself over me. His body pressed slowly into mine and I closed my eyes and let the full feeling engulf me with excitement. Soon I found myself thrusting hard against his body wanting more and more from him. I couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t get the feeling that I was searching for and then Mike shifted his hips a little.

  “There, how about that?” he asked as he moved slowly and rubbed his body against mine as he thrust inside of me.

  “Yes,” I groaned.

  It was perfection. His body was hitting my clit as he moved and I vibrated from inside with utter excitement. My hands held onto Mike and I used my legs to help me move against him as we made glorious love. We kissed sweet and softly as I finally released an intense orgasm which was followed shortly after by Mike having his own release.

  Our night was perfection and I was more relaxed than I’d been in months as I cuddled up in his arms. He pulled the blankets up over us and kissed my forehead before the two of us drifted off to sleep.

  ***

  For the next several weeks Mike and I were pretty inseparable. We both stayed at each other’s apartments from time to time but sometimes we did stay on our own. We went shopping together and texted all the time.

  He was cra
zy busy with work and so was I but we both made an effort to see each other throughout the week. It certainly didn’t hurt that we lived in the same building. Sometimes Mike wouldn’t get done with work until nearly midnight, but he’d send a text and see if I needed him to do anything before he went to bed.

  We hadn’t officially defined our relationship, but it was going good, whatever it was. For two and a half months we basically had a normal dating life, except most of our conversations were around my growing stomach and the babies that would soon be joining us.

  Us. That was a word we had been using a lot lately. Not in the sense that Mike would be responsible for the babies at all. I was always careful not to expect anything like that. But he did talk about us all going on walks and exploring the city from their point of view. He wanted to be more involved than I had expected, but I knew we still had to have a real conversation about how things were going to look once the babies were here.

  The last thing I wanted was more miscommunication between the two of us. But talking about the situation was really anxiety provoking and not something I wanted to bring up when things between the two of us were going so well.

  The other thing that was happening a lot was our sex life. We were exploring all sorts of fun positions and having a blast in the bedroom. I was more sexually free with my large stomach than I’d ever felt with flat abs.

  Mostly it was because of the way Mike looked at me. He lusted after me just like he did when we first met. My growing size only enhanced his desire for me and that was a huge turn on. He was instantly hard any time the suggestion of us making love came up. It didn’t take but the smallest of hints and he was all over me. I’d never had so many orgasms in my life. We were good together. The chemistry between us was off the charts and the more time I spent with Mike the more time I wanted to spend with him.

  He was making this whole pregnancy less stressful for me. He made me feel excited about having twins and about the future that was ahead for me. Mike was careful not to suggest that he’d be the father to the babies though. Of course, he was the genetic father, but he was careful not to make statements about taking care of them or being there every day.

  By the time March hit I was as big as a house, or at least I thought I was. We were making plans to meet up with his friends Nathan and Mary, the couple who had triplets. I was getting so excited to meet the babies someday soon. Fourteen more weeks would bring me to the ideal of 40-weeks pregnant, but Doctor Simon said if I made it to 36-weeks that would be fantastic. Many times women with twins just weren’t able to keep them in there for the whole 40-weeks.

  I was utterly determined to take the best care of my unborn babies as possible. If that meant resting more, I was resting more. If that meant eating more green food, I was doing that. I was doing everything I could to make sure this pregnancy progressed as long as possible and my two sweet little ones came to me healthy.

  Chapter 18

  Mike

  “Double date time,” I hollered as I used my key to get into Julia’s apartment. I knocked slightly as I entered, but she knew I was coming. We had finally managed to arrange a date with Nathan and Mary to talk about the joys of parenting multiples. They were such a great couple so I couldn’t wait to hear what they had to say to help Julia with some tips for what was to come.

  “I’m not going,” Julia said from her bedroom in a muffled voice.

  “What are you talking about? You have been looking forward…” I stopped when I saw her hiding under the covers and did my best not to laugh. “Julia, what are you doing?”

  “I’m not going. I’m hideous,” she said peeking her head out from the covers for just a second.

  “I happen to know that isn’t true. You look amazing. You still have six weeks to go, babe. You can’t hide in here for a month and a half.”

  “I can and I will.”

  “Julia, we have been trying to schedule something that worked for all of us for months. Come on, let’s get you dressed and get to the restaurant. I’m sure it was very hard for them to find a babysitter for triplets.”

  “Don’t play that guilt game with me, mister,” she said finally coming out from under the covers. “Nothing I have fits me. Or if it does fit me I look like a house wearing it.”

  “How about this dress? It’s nice and flowing, I’m sure it will fit beautifully.”

  “House.”

  “Okay, these leggings with this shirt?” I tried again.

  “House.”

  “Maybe you’ll just have to go as a house then,” I said frustrated at her stubbornness. “We really do need to get going. I don’t want them to be waiting for too long.”

  “Fine,” she grumbled at me as I left the room and she finally got up to get dressed.

  Julia threw on the first dress I had offered and pulled her hair up in a messy bun. When she opened her door she looked absolutely adorable, except for the grumpy expression on her face of course.

  “There,” she said. “Let’s go.”

  “You look beautiful.” I stopped to pull her in for a kiss and she pulled away from me. “Stop it, you look beautiful and I’m going to kiss you.”

  She finally smiled a little bit and let me kiss her. Then she liked the kissing so much that she wrapped her arms around me and we were full on making out. Her hormones were large and in charge and in any other situation I would have happily put her to bed and taken care of all her needs, but we were late and I really wanted to get moving.

  I pulled her off of me as softly as I could and held her hand hoping that she wasn’t going to get emotional about it. Emotions and hormones were a tricky combination for us guys to navigate around women during this time of the pregnancy.

  Sometimes I wondered how she and I were going to get along for the rest of the process. It was getting dicey at times with our little arguments and trying to be there for Julia without stepping on her independence.

  “I know. I know. We need to get going,” she said reluctantly.

  It was a relief when we arrived at the restaurant to find Nathan and Mary still waiting for our table. I hated being late for things, especially when I was the one who had planned them. Luckily, Julia perked up once she met Mary and the two of them hit it off instantly.

  They were off in their own little corner talking about pregnancy and babies while Nathan and I caught up a little over a beer at the bar. It was nice to be around a guy who knew a little bit about what I was going through at the moment.

  “So, hormones. Wow, they are a trip,” I said taking a long swig.

  “Yeah, and get ready for them to get worse after the babies. Then you’ll have crying and happy and crying all over the place.”

  “Thanks for meeting us. I know Julia has been really nervous about the babies and I thought Mary might be able to help her get used to the idea.”

  “Of course.”

  When our buzzer finally sounded Nathan and I waved for the girls to join us and we all made our way through the crowded restaurant to our table. Once we managed to get past the crowd at the front of the restaurant, it was actually rather quiet in the back.

  “So this is exciting for you guys. I never thought of you as a family man,” Nathan said when we first sat down.

  “Oh, I guess I should clarify. Julia is my friend. She’s having these babies on her own, I just thought it would be nice for her to talk with Mary a little,” I said. Instantly, I regretted my comment. Julia went from looking happy as could be to scooting her chair out quickly and rushing off to the bathroom. Mary followed closely behind and I sat there with Nathan feeling like a total ass.

  “I thought they were your kids?” Nathan asked.

  “Technically they are. She used me as her donor. But she was always talking about how this was her chance to be a mother and she was going to be independent.”

  “When was the last time she said something like that? Because from the look on her face I think she was expecting more from you in the involvement area.”
/>   “It’s been a few months, I shouldn’t have said it. Damn, now I feel terrible. I do want to be involved. I just don’t know where I fit in. She has her own apartment. She has her own plans for the babies. She doesn’t include me in this stuff. How am I supposed to know what to do?”

  “I’m sure she will be fine. Mary will calm her down and they will come back and we will all have a great evening. Nothing to worry about just yet.”

  “Yet?”

  “No, not until there is yelling involved,” Nathan said without cracking a smile at all. “That’s when you need to worry.”

  I appreciated the tip. And when Mary returned with Julia I jumped up and told her I was sorry as I pulled her chair out. She shook her head in agreement and we continued on with the evening as if the comment hadn’t happened at all. Well, sort of.

  The conversation stuck to what it would be like for Julia to take care of two babies at a time. Mary was delicate when she talked about breast feeding and having a helper around when possible. She did look over at me but never specifically said that I should be there to help her.

  “The hardest part is the night time. You’ll be tired and it would be helpful to have someone there to occupy one baby and change them while you breast feed the other. And then you could rotate. But you can do it on your own too.”

  “I’m not sure I can breast feed twins. I know it’s healthy and I’ll give it a try, but it is really overwhelming to me.”

  “You can do it for a few weeks and then supplement with bottles. That’s what I had to do. Nathan went back to work after two weeks and I had my sister come stay with us. She was a lot of help.”

  “I’ve only got brothers,” Julia said and rolled her eyes. “But I have a couple girl friends who are really excited to help out. I’m sure I could get them to come over a few nights at first.”