They Needed A Jump

By Ken Haramiru

 

It was near lunch time, and departing cars were stacked up far into the lot. I generally hate being stuck in traffic, except when I'm stuck near the gym's doors and hence granted the perfect excuse to watch women walking out. I was just starting to think about going to the beach afterwards, when "they" walked out of the gym.

"They" were a pair of gorgeous pregnant women, one Asian and one Latina. The Asian appeared to be about 6 months along, and the Latina was slightly bigger - around 7 months. I'd always had an attraction for pregnant women, and five years of marriage to an emphatically child-free woman had only increased it. My sunglasses let me stare in safety as they walked past my car, engrossed in conversation. The Latina caressed the side of her belly through a tight pink tank top, rubbing a bulge which was probably her baby's head. The top of her less-pregnant Asian friend's two piece outfit had crept up until her belly button showed, and she wore stretchy exercise pants which I was sure were see-through in the right light.

 

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Selena giggled. "We both could use some more meat in our diets," she said - and immediately her face reddened.

Jessica looked at her friend Selena and smirked. "Agreed," she said mischievously - then sat back, grinning widely.

I leaned back for a second. "Why do I feel like I'm missing something here?" I asked.

Jessica picked up the torch of conversation. "Well, Selena and I have both been... neglected for a while. And you've been trying to conceal an erection since we got out of the car."

Now it was my turn to blush. "Hookay, then," I responded guardedly. "Busted."

I paused a few seconds and said, "Does that mean you'd like some help with that neglect problem you've been having?"

Jessica smiled. "Hormones do make you crave more than just pickles and ice cream. And when you suddenly can't get any, well, it makes it even worse," Jessica complained. Glances were exchanged around the table, but then we were interrupted when our order was called.

"That's us - I'll go get it."

We'd each ordered carne asada burritos - which was the steak we'd smelled from outside, and I'd also ordered a quesadilla. The two girls dug in like a pair of velociraptors. In between bites, Selena said, "So what you're saying is, you're low mileage."

I shrugged. "Yeah. I know I was disease free as of when my wife and I were together, because she got an STD test after she cheated. And I haven't been with anyone since her."

Jessica nodded and smiled. "So," she said, "what do you think about pregnant girls?"

Selena leaned forward and grinned at me, her cleavage threatening to burst out of her top. And she knew it. "Yes, what do you think about pregnant girls?" she cooed. "You've kinda given me a little vibe about that ever since you picked us up."

I tried to shrug nonchalantly, then said "You're both gorgeous, pregnant or not - but yes, I'm curious what being with a pregnant girl is like."

Jessica smirked. "So what you're saying is," she drew out, "you wouldn't mind taking care of our needs this afternoon?"