Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl
Part: Chapter 25 of 25
Universe: PdV's Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl
Summary: A romantic view of the unusual erotic encounters
of three older teenagers
Keywords: MFF, oral, preg, lac, rom
Language: English
Copyright: 2003
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Cilla, Sonia and I had been involved in an unlikely and
highly erotic three-way relationship which appeared to be
lasting the test of time.
This chapter deals in some detail with one of the
possible consequences of an active loving sexual
relationship.
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As it turned out, Sonia was the first to break the news
that finally reconciled Cilla with her parents.
We had pulled up on the street between the two houses
owned by Sonia's mother and Cilla's parents and Sonia
went to visit her mother while I accompanied Cilla to see
her family.
Though all but the youngest of Cilla's family knew that
she was lover's with both Sonia and myself, the fact
wasn't accepted by her parents and Sonia was persona non
grata in their home.
Sonia stoically accepted the situation though she wished
it were otherwise, if only for Cilla's sake. She knew
how hard it would be to be estranged from her own family.
Sonia announced herself from the hallway having let
herself in the front door. It had been over four years
since she had moved out but she was welcome at any time
and called out in the hopes that one day she would
actually walk in on her mother with some man while still
giving adequate warning for her to take cover.
She went into the kitchen and put the kettle on. Her
father had been dead for some years now and she was not
aware of her mother making any attempt to find a
replacement. This saddened her a little as she had found
her own experiences so rewarding she wished her mother
had someone of her own.
Her mother came in from watering and accepted a cup of
coffee.
"I've got good news for you Mum. You're going to be a
grandmother."
Diane looked at her daughter in pleased surprise.
"You're pregnant?"
Sonia laughed. Her mother had been supportive in her
most unusual relationship from the first and Sonia
expected her to see the impending child as having three
parents and thus three sets of grandparents regardless of
the actual birth mother.
"Not this time. Cilla's due in September - around my
birthday in fact."
Diane was happy her daughter was comfortable with an
event that could only bring Cilla and I closer. A couple
of years ago she would have worried that this might have
threatened her daughter's place in our threesome but now
she felt this wouldn't be a problem.
"That's wonderful dear. Do Cilla's parents know?"
Diane was friends with Cilla's mother Ruby and Ruby's
unwillingness to discuss Cilla and Sonia had only put a
little strain on their talks together.
"Cilla and Glyn are over there now. I don't know what
their reception will be but there haven't been any
fireworks yet."
"Well what about you then. Any plans for one of your
own?"
"We've been discussing it for a while. Now that I've
graduated and Glyn and I are both getting paid as
management (okay junior management on a generous 'family'
basis) we don't have any money worries with Cilla taking
time off. She's looking forward to it and can take
what's left of her annual leave with unpaid maternity
leave but she's thinking of leaving her job and coming to
work with us.
There are a few positions that would be doing basically
the same work with a different range of products so she
should be able to fit in. There's likely to be a
position opening up in about a year with someone
retiring; Glyn's father is sufficiently nepotistic to
short-list family provided they prove capable.
I want to see how we go but I'm thinking I might get
pregnant around October. There's really no hurry but it
would be nice to have the two children close in age."
Diane listened to her daughter but her thoughts were
really on how she would have a grandchild in September.
Having another the following July would only sweeten the
pot.
"We figure it would be possible for all of us to work
part time and still bring in the equivalent of more than
two normal salaries; we still have to run that past
Glyn's father but I think Vince will agree. While he's
still running the business he can afford to lose Glyn for
a day or two a week and I can spread four days over six.
We'll just have to see if he will accept that for a
couple of years."
"You know you can count on me. I've been planning on
dropping my hours with the practice; only keeping a
couple of my older clients and letting the juniors have
more responsibility. I can always baby-sit if you need
to have a day a week covered on either a regular basis or
more in an emergency."
"Thanks Mum."
-----
Cilla and I were sitting at the table across from Ron and
Ruby, Cilla's parents. Jean was there and with her
younger brother John's assistance had handed out tea and
coffee while they waited to hear what we had come to say.
Jean herself was engaged to marry Trevor in about three
months and would have found out about Cilla's suspected
condition before her parents if she hadn't been away for
the past two weeks. John at 19 was considered old enough
to listen to the conversation but the twins (not quite
16) and the younger two had been "encouraged" to
disappear.
Cilla began. "We've come around to let you know we are
going to have a baby."
Not "Glyn and I" but "we". Even subconsciously Sonia was
included.
I took her hand in mine. "I know you disagree with us
about the importance of being married but by now you
should know that your daughter and I love each other very
much and have every intention of spending the rest of our
lives together. Not being married won't stop that and
being married can't ensure it so I hope you will be happy
for us and for your grandchild."
I HAD to leave Sonia out of consideration for now. One
painfully slow step at a time.
Jean came around to give Cilla and I congratulatory hugs
and kisses. I must admit, if I wasn't enamoured of Cilla
and Sonia I would certainly welcome more kisses from
Cilla's little sister. John also congratulated us though
I didn't get a kiss from him.
Ron wasn't really concerned about the marriage issue. He
would have preferred a ceremony and the piece of paper
but was also thankful for one less wedding to pay for.
Jean's forthcoming nuptials were going to put a dent in
his savings event though the cost was being shared with
Trevor's parents and he still had another five after
that.
It was Ruby who disapproved though conversely she could
accept Sonia's presence in our household. It was partly
that she did value Diane's friendship so found it hard to
think badly of her daughter and partly an unwillingness
to acknowledge even to herself that Sonia was her
daughter's lover rather than mine.
Ron was the sticking point about Sonia. He couldn't
stomach the idea of his daughter being a lesbian.
It was strange therefore that the existence of a growing
form in their daughter's body brought about a change in
both of them.
For Ruby it was the promise of her first grandchild.
That became more important to her than the problem of her
daughter "living in sin". She had tears in her eyes as
she hugged her daughter, and then me, for the first time
since Cilla had moved out. Cilla had tears of her own
and I confess to my own being more than damp.
Ron took my hand in his and shook it as he hugged me
before finally giving his daughter his blessing. In his
mind since she was pregnant she couldn't be a lesbian.
Into this euphoric situation Cilla dropped her bombshell.
"I'm glad you are happy because I know I will need you
when the time comes, but I really need your support now
on one more thing." Her parents seemed happy that their
daughter would still turn to them for support after their
"difficulties".
"I'm happy you accept the baby and Glyn but I also need
you to accept Sonia." I took her hand again; she had my
support but I couldn't tell her parents how much Sonia
really meant to their daughter as well as her own words
would.
"Sonia loves us as much as we love her and she is going
to be my baby's parent as well. I can't have the
situation where you accept one of it's parents and not
the other."
Ron and Ruby both considered the statement. If they
didn't or couldn't accept Sonia ...? Did that mean Cilla
wouldn't let them be grandparents?
Ruby's maternal instincts (one step removed) wouldn't let
that happen. She could still deny Sonia's role in her
daughter's life to herself. Of course Sonia loved her
daughter, who wouldn't. Ruby wasn't going to lose her
grandchild.
Ron had to think a little longer and it was more his
wife's acceptance of the condition than any conscious
decision of his own to change his mind that led to his
agreement. One thing about him though, having given his
word to accept her he would stick by that.
With the revision to Sonia's status Cilla embraced her
parents and excused herself.
I remained with her family while she ran across the road
to tell Sonia. Ruby in the meantime called her younger
children in and passed on the news that they were going
to be uncles and an aunt. Andrea at 10 was excited at no
longer being the "baby" of the family and was
disappointed that she had to wait over six months.
-----
Cilla knocked on the door and embraced Sonia when she
answered it. "They were marvellous. At least they are
happy about the baby and finally agreed to accept that
you are part of my family." She kissed Sonia and hugged
the slim body tightly.
Diane came out. "Sonia gave me the news.
Congratulations dear." Sonia was released so Diane could
give her "other" daughter a big hug too.
"Come on Sonia. You've got to come back with me."
Sonia was a bit uncertain. It had been over four years
since she had been into Cilla's parents house. Her last
visit hadn't been particularly pleasant. She looked at
her mother. "Would you come too? Please."
Diane looked at her daughter and then at Cilla. Cilla
nodded. "Okay." She grabbed a jacket and they locked
the door behind them.
-----
Cilla let them in and was promptly surrounded by her
younger siblings. Sonia and Diane came into the kitchen
behind the throng.
"Hello Ruby, Ron. Isn't it wonderful news?" Diane
crossed to Ruby and gave her friend a hug. Ruby seemed
calmer and with Diane's acceptance finally did accept her
daughter's other partner.
"Hello, Sonia. Have a seat."
John got up to let Sonia have his chair next to me and
got another for Diane. I held Sonia's hand under the
table. No need to get too provocative. Cilla finished
getting congratulated and resumed her seat, a little
flushed and beaming that the reaction had been positive
overall. I took her hand too.
The youngest four knew that we three shared the unit
together but, since the topic was not discussed and only
Jean and John had visited since Sonia had moved in, they
were not aware of Sonia's actual status. Now was NOT the
time to inform them. Cilla's parents had seen the empty
unit but had not returned themselves so were not even
aware of our luxurious wide bed.
I wondered if that would change now and how they would
acknowledge questions about the existence of only one bed
for the three of us if their children started asking.
Their delayed second visit would certainly be an
interesting one.
-----
We took Sonia's mother with us to my parents. Not as any
form of support but because she was coming back to our
unit after to help us with a few financial matters.
Sonia had her accounting degree but that wasn't the same
as having years of experience dealing with a range of
investment and semi-legal issues.
While Diane wasn't a lawyer she had had to cover a number
of "cases" where she had worked side-by-side with them to
ensure the best result. If necessary she would bring in
someone suitable to help.
For now we wanted to cover our unusual situation in the
event of death or break up. While it was just the three
of us the situation would have been emotionally
devastating but we were not financially reliant on one
another. With a baby entering the scene we needed to
make provision for the support of parents and children
considering the law may not adequately cover our unusual
situation.
First though I had to let my parents know.
They were delighted though they had to look back and
forth between Sonia and Cilla trying to guess who was
pregnant. The presence of Diane was a bit of a red
herring and their private guesses were incorrect.
Their situation had been a little easier than Diane's and
they too had accepted both girls as de facto daughters-
in-law, with some surprise but also whole-heartedly.
This wasn't to be their first grandchild, my elder
brother and sister Bruce and Charlene had one and two
respectively. Rick and Renate had just gotten married
(finally!) and were not yet talking about children. Not
having the advantage of three incomes they were still
wisely building up their nest egg before trying to fill
the nest.
Still it was a cause for celebration and we shared a
couple of bottles of champagne, Cilla restricting her
alcohol intake while the rest of us made somewhat merry.
-----
When the formal invitation to Jean's wedding came it was
addressed to the three of us. We felt that this finally
was tangible proof of Cilla's parents capitulation for,
though we were sure Jean would have been the one
preparing them, we knew Ron and Ruby would have checked
them over before they went out.
Our only previous invitation from "those in the know" was
to Rick and Renate's wedding. It had come as three
single invitations which we considered better than one to
a couple and another to the third person.
We had accepted the necessity in that case as Renate's
parents were not in the growing band of people who were
aware of our status. You know what the say about a
secret shared.
On the day of the wedding Cilla was glowing, with a
prominent 5 month bulge. I, of course, had to be
presented as the obvious father to a number of her
relatives that I had rarely or not yet met.
I'm not sure how they saw Sonia since Cilla was
determined not to release her hand; on a couple of
occasions I overheard her being described by Cilla's
parents as "Jean's school friend" and "their neighbour".
Cilla's brother John, and later Jean as well, took a
perverse delight in informing one or two more accepting
relatives that we were living together and were all
lovers. Let that filter through the family!
I didn't think Ron and Ruby would be prepared for the
inevitable queries that would be coming in over the next
few days. That sort of gossip would spread quickly and
would need reliable confirmation, so who else would they
turn to?
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It was fortunate the bed was so large.
As the months passed and Cilla grew we found she tended
to toss about a bit and ended up needing about half the
bed to herself. Not that she didn't cuddle with us or
didn't want sex but afterwards she couldn't lie in the
one spot for as long and seemed to be turning back and
forth through the night in an attempt to get comfortable.
I ended up in the middle a lot of the time so Cilla could
use my chest for a pillow. Since Sonia's chest wasn't
that much more padded than mine I couldn't see why she
couldn't be the pillow more often but I didn't complain.
Why should I? Sonia cuddled from the other side and more
often than not I found my nipples being sucked and licked
from both sides while two hands played with and sometimes
fought over my cock.
Sometimes we would start out with Cilla in the middle.
We could suck her growing tits, tender from time to time,
and smooth our hands over the bulge containing our much
desired offspring. We slid our questing fingers through
her luxurious fur to find and caress her wet pussy,
taking turns to kneel between her thighs, covered by the
blankets, as we ate her.
On most occasions I would slip into her and tenderly make
love while she lay her head in Sonia's lap as Sonia
caressed her breasts.
Often she would turn to lay her head on my chest after
these sessions and Sonia would spoon in behind her, her
hands on the bulging new life. Then we would all turn
and Cilla would spoon into Sonia's back with my limp cock
lying beside her pussy as I cuddled into her back.
It was a night like this when Sonia and I felt the first
stirrings before Cilla. Cilla had dropped off and Sonia
and I were feeling dozy as we lay together. I could just
feel Sonia's finger tips in my back as she rested her
palms on Cilla's abdomen. She felt the kick that landed
in my back and sat up. "Did you feel that?"
"Yes" I replied. I disengaged Cilla's arm and turned
around to place my own hands next to Sonia's. We waited
and had almost given up when there was another push. It
wasn't a strong kick this time, more the sliding of a
foot from one side to the other. But we both felt it.
"Cilla. Cilla love. Did you feel the baby moving?"
It took us a while but she eventually opened her eyes
sleepily. "No. What happened?"
We told her and she rolled over onto her back. That did
it. The baby reacted, apparently with surprise at being
shifted, and this time Cilla alone felt it. We lay there
for a while, our hands on Cilla's belly, hers over ours,
waiting for more signs of the miracle of life but the
little tyke had apparently gone back to sleep and so,
eventually, did we.
-----
Cilla enjoyed soaking in the tub; it eased her legs and
she liked the luxurious feel of a mat of fragrant frothy
bubbles. Sonia and I had to make do with the shower;
what a hardship. Cilla liked to watch us which was
convenient as we didn't mind an audience.
Sonia was small enough that I could hold her while she
wrapped her legs around my waist. I cupped her ass and
bounced her slowly up and down on my prick. It tended to
waste a fair bit of water as the warm stream poured over
us, and the splashing into our faces was at times
annoying, but it was a glorious was to screw.
Sonia was able to kiss me as her arms encircled my neck.
Se was also able to lean back to force herself further
onto me.
Sonia's weight would cause my prick to rub firmly inside
her as the angle changed and she was able to slide along
its hard length. It never seemed to take us long to come
and when we did we both felt the overwhelming surge of
pleasure that started in our groins and spread throughout
our whole bodies.
Sometimes we would share the bath with Cilla. There
wasn't room for more than one but the ledge at one end
was wide enough for me to sit on, my feet next to Cilla's
legs. Sonia would sit on my lap and lean forward,
holding her knees as she slowly raised and lowered
herself on my prick.
Cilla would watch us, stroking our legs and occasionally
stroking her pussy so she came with us. She had a
perfect view of Sonia's pussy with my prick skewered
inside her tight hole. Once or twice she knelt in front
of us, her belly between our knees as she kissed Sonia
and played with her tits and pussy, tickling my balls as
well.
I think that was one of the best memories of Cilla's
pregnancy with the four of us present while we made love
as Sonia and I felt our legs being bumped by our
impatient offspring. It certainly had us laughing and
Cilla sat back rubbing her soapy hands over the taut skin
while she watched Sonia's face change from laughter to an
ecstatic grimace as the orgasm hit.
Cilla knelt again (so much for a restful soak) and washed
our privates when I slipped out of Sonia's vagina. I
found her hand lovingly fondling my limp prick and sack,
my balls being gently bounced from one finger to the next
in a one-handed version of a Mexican wave.
She slid a finger inside Sonia, drawing out the residue
of our lovemaking and washing her pussy with handfuls of
water.
We knelt be the side of the bath and shared the "onerous"
task of washing the soon-to-be mother's back and, though
help wasn't needed, front. As the water drained away
Cilla got some finger-fucking from whoever was lucky
enough to get the front. We normally had Cilla coming
for us before the bath got too cold and on those
occasions when we didn't, we made up for it in the
bedroom.
We would help Cilla out and used our softest (and
largest) towels to gently dry her then we dusted her with
talc before leading her back to our bed. The baby had
been conceived there with all three of us participating
in the love making and we joined Cilla there for some
more loving, a little more subdued now.
-----
I was puzzled at first. If we were in a waterbed I would
have suspected a leak.
I would have been half right.
Who would have expected a lactating woman would end up
making the sheet too damp to sleep on.
She sleepily apologised as I got a fresh sheet.
Fortunately the mattress wasn't affected too much and I
laid a tea-towel over it before spreading the sheet.
Sonia comforted Cilla while I smoothed it down and
restored the covers. It wasn't her fault but she felt
things more just then and I joined them to add my
reassurances as well.
We stood there by the bed for a little while, just having
a three way hug, when Sonia noticed the droplets forming
on Cilla's nipples. "Look", she said and pointed.
The droplets on Sonia's side coalesced into a larger drop
which ran down the curve of Cilla's swollen breast.
Sonia bent her head and stopped it with her tongue.
"That's sweet" she said and ran her tongue over the
seepage on the nipple.
Cilla gave a little shudder and put her hand behind
Sonia's head. She turned to me. "Wouldn't you like some
too?"
"Why don't we get back into bed. We don't need to get
cold."
Cilla was between us as we tentatively approached her. I
don't know about Sonia but my mouth was watering with
anticipation. I was curious and eager to satisfy that
curiosity.
I was careful as I took a distended tit in my mouth; I
didn't want to hurt Cilla. I noticed the area behind the
leaking nipple was lumpy and my lip-covered teeth gently
massaged them while I sucked.
I was rewarded with a mouthful of warm sweet milk. It
was nothing like that which came out of a carton! Sonia
was right. "Bottle this and make a fortune", I thought.
I looked across; Sonia was equally engrossed.
Cilla had her hands on our heads; she wasn't letting us
go anywhere so I had to assume that she found our
suckling pleasurable.
I settled down, laying across the bed with my feet over
the edge. My head rested against Cilla's belly and she
put her arm around me, holding me tight to her enormous
mammary (boy had they grown over the past couple of
months!); I suckled for what seemed ages.
"What's it like?" Cilla asked.
"Mine's chocolate. How bout you Sonia?"
She released "her" tit. "Strawberry. Want to swap?"
"Seriously guys!"
"Your milk is delicious. It is unbelievably sweet."
I had a thought. I returned to my teat and filled my
mouth. Without swallowing I kissed Cilla, transferring
the sample to her mouth.
It may sound gross but when you consider all the saliva
you swap when you kiss, well. And some people wouldn't
think twice about sharing gum. Or think about sucking on
someone's privates. A little saliva mixed in is nothing.
It certainly didn't worry us and Cilla appreciated
finding out just how good her milk factory was.
I had to catch up with Sonia. I'm not sure if this
should be considered as a midnight snack or breakfast in
bed. Cilla lay there enjoying the sensations - perhaps
we should help out every night.
-----
Sonia and Cilla shared their Gynaecologist and she had
been accepting of our union, though surprised at first.
She had a number of single women and lesbian couples who
had organised their own artificial inseminations or who
had shared a bed with a very good male friend on a once-
only basis for a more natural method.
We merely took things an extra step and her concern was
solely with Cilla and our baby.
It was two days before Sonia's birthday when Cilla first
got us moving in a hurry. We were close enough to the
maternity hospital that we could drive carefully and it
was a relief to be able to concentrate on the driving
while Sonia held Cilla's hand and reminded her of the
breathing exercises we had both sat through.
That too had been a bit of a laugh. With husbands and
expectant wives spread around the room, and an occasional
friend or relative subbing for a missing husband, we were
an oddity with two helpers. Sonia and I took turns being
"Dad", encouraging and supporting "Mum" as she coped with
the imaginary contractions.
One woman did ask Cilla about us and got a truthful
answer which left her flabbergasted. The next week (the
last) we found ourselves being surreptitiously peered at
by the whole room. It appears the instructor was the
only one who hadn't heard.
Still the practice did come in handy even if it was a
false alarm.
Sonia and I had taken annual leave prior to the impending
birth so we were both at home. This helped Cilla in that
someone was always home with her though we tried not to
smother her. We came back from the hospital after Cilla
had been checked out and received the news, "Not yet".
It was a long day. Sonia and I took turns in giving
Cilla backrubs and we sat on the floor massaging her
raised legs. All three sets of impending grandparents
visited during the day and I think it was the sight of
Sonia caring for their daughter that finally convinced
Ron and Ruby that this was not an aberration but a real
and lasting love.
At least they bent to kiss her goodbye as well as their
daughter and finally me. When I came back from seeing
them off I found Sonia and Cilla in each other's arms
bawling happily.
That night we lay together with both women once again
resting against me. We had not planned more than a
restful cuddle but Cilla began stroking on my hardening
prick as she looked over at Sonia across my chest.
"Make love to him", she told Sonia. "I want to watch you
one more time before I have to go into hospital."
Cilla probably could have made love, carefully, but
didn't want anything to happen now she was this close to
having the baby. She could experience it through us
though and moved back a little so Sonia could lie along
my body.
I liked it when she did that. It was good when Cilla did
but I couldn't support her weight for as long and it
certainly hadn't been a suitable position for the last
couple of months if not longer.
Sonia's tits had grown over the last couple of years and
her form had filled out just a little. She was no taller
though and barely any heavier and supporting her weight
was a joy, especially with my erection trapped between
her thighs.
As her breasts were squashed on my chest we kissed.
Softly at first then with more passion, our tongues
entwined. We broke apart and both turned to the woman
lying next to us; the woman who was going to bear our
child. Cilla leaned over and kissed me, our tongues
playful.
"I love you darling", my hand found hers.
"I love you too dear." She turned to Sonia. "And you
too my sweet, sweet, Sonia." They kissed, Sonia's cheek
resting against my lips. I kissed her while she and
Cilla celebrated their love with their joined mouths.
Sonia turned back and found my mouth with hers. "Love me
Glyn. Start practicing to put a baby in my belly too."
We knew she had half decided to follow Cilla's lead and
were comfortable with what that involved; This was not
the first time she had made a clear statement that she
wanted to go ahead with it. I wondered whether Cilla's
forthcoming experience would change that.
I got a condom from out of a bedside drawer and Cilla put
it on me as Sonia wriggled up my body.
She had come off the pill after discussing it with her
doctor to let her body resume it's own hormonal control
in anticipation of trying in earnest. We had been using
condoms (which still came in handy even with one "wife"
pregnant and the other on the pill) whenever the calendar
seemed risky, accepting the risk at other times as the
small chance of an accidental pregnancy would only bring
the event forward by around a month from when it was
planned.
When it was in place Cilla tickled Sonia's pussy and she
sat up and reached between her legs to position me at the
entrance to her vagina. With a little wriggle I felt her
engulf me.
She started rocking and I put my arm around Cilla to draw
her into my side.
"Oh Cilla it feels so good. She's tight and warm and
slippery and it's so nice." Cilla wasn't participating
but we could include her. I ran my hand up and down her
spine.
"Mmmm, yes", Sonia added. "He's so hard inside me. I
can feel him move back and forth." I reached up to rub
her breast with my free hand and she leaned forward and
put hers on my shoulders.
"More please just like that. Cilla sweetheart, he's
stretching my nipple and it's sort of tingly. Now he's
cupping my breast and his fingers are just running over
the skin. It's nice and his prick is SO good. Hunngh"
Sonia ground herself onto my prick. She swirled her hips
in a circle that rubbed her sensitive clit across my
pubic bone while at the same time giving the whole of the
inside of her vagina a robust massage.
Cilla gripped Sonia's leg as Sonia called out, a little
overdramatically, "Yes. I'm coming, Oh Yes!"
I had no reason to doubt her as the pounding she was
giving me while making only short movements was
unbelievable. I certainly couldn't hold out. "Here it
comes love." I moved my hand from her breast around
behind her back as she leaned forward onto me.
Trying to keep me inside, she stretched her legs back one
at a time to lay along me again - my prick was trapped
inside at a not quite pleasant angle but not inconvenient
enough to warrant getting her to move.
Cilla's face was next to hers and they kissed again while
I hugged them. I eventually plopped out of Sonia but we
were too comfortable to bother moving. We had to change
the sheet in the morning and we were both a bit crusty
(have you tried to get dried semen out of pubic hair?)
but for now it didn't matter.
"I love both you ladies", was my last comment for the
night.
-----
The next day was a little less eventful, at least at
first. We had a quiet morning (spent mainly washing and
ironing - you get the bad with the good and with normally
three of us things don't take too long) and Rick and
Renate turned up just before lunch and joined us.
They left us mid-afternoon but hadn't been gone for more
than fifteen minutes when Cilla decided to give us
another scare. The doctor had been suggesting the day
after Sonia's birthday as the likely date NOT the day
before, though she had pointed out that it was hard to
get the babies to read the calendar.
Still we were now experienced expectant "Dads" and knew
we didn't have to rush off immediately.
Cilla walked around a bit to ease things between some
very irregular contractions. The hospital didn't really
want to see us until they were in the order of half an
hour apart considering how close we lived and Cilla's
healthy state.
At present it wasn't possible to find a pattern as Cilla
might feel a couple of quick ripples through her body in
the space of as many minutes and then nothing for ages.
I think they may have counted as part of the same
contraction but didn't know enough to be sure.
Cilla may just have been being brave but she said that
they weren't too bad. "Too bad" - sounds like being
damned with faint praise. She said that they were sharp
while the contraction was occurring but then things eased
off and everything was all right.
She did appreciate having the both of us there though.
We couldn't help stop the pain but she knew we loved her
and were with her.
None of us were interested in eating when dinner time
came around. We had been giving Cilla the occasional
drink though she dreaded having a full bladder and now
regretted having had lunch.
She was a bit embarrassed at having to be helped to the
toilet but figured collapsing or falling would be worse.
I must admit that we weren't all that much happier; it
can be hard to see your loved one in such a position know
there is nothing you can do but wait.
It was just getting dark when we helped her out to the
car. The times were getting steadily shorter though her
waters hadn't broken yet. That was just words to us
then. We knew the technical details but had no way to
understand what the term really meant.
At least until we were checking in. If Cilla thought
being helped to the bathroom was embarrassing she soon
realised that finding out what having her "waters break"
meant while being assisted to the check-in counter, with
quite a few people in the corridor, was on a whole new
level of embarrassment.
A wheelchair was quickly provided and a "Danger wet
floor" cone put in place until a cleaner could arrive.
I sent an apologising Cilla off with Sonia to the
delivery ward while I completed the admission details;
not a long job since most of the information had been
provided a week or so earlier when we had confirmed a
long standing booking.
I was escorted to the room where Cilla was being
prepared. She would be monitored here for a while before
being transferred to one of the delivery suites.
Sonia was waiting on a bench outside the room and I put
my arm around her while we waited for the nurses to give
us permission to enter.
Sonia was finding it hard; she was worried for Cilla even
though she knew there was no reason to suspect any
complications. I held her too me and caressed her
temples as she leaned against my chest and tried to
stifle a sob.
I gave her a handkerchief and she straightened herself
out. She didn't want Cilla to see her upset and she
realised it was more that she associated hospitals with
the death of her father. The fact he was DOA as a result
of a drunken driver didn't stop the association in her
mind. Perhaps a happier event would change that.
I was giving her a kiss when a nurse came out to tell us
we could go in. She stopped in her tracks; she had seen
some inconsiderate fathers over the years but it was the
first time she had seen one kissing another woman while
the mother was about to give birth.
"Ahem. You can come in now." We looked around. "Thank
you", I said.
I turned back to Sonia and gave her another quick kiss.
"Come on. She'll be right and so will you." I took the
handkerchief and dried the last of the tears then put my
arm around her to lead her past the still astonished
nurse.
Cilla was happy to have us back again and we stood to one
side of her bed, facing her as she lay on her side.
"Cilla will be staying here until she has to go in for
her epidural", said a nurse. "You can stay with her
until then and then we will take you to the lounge until
she's prepared."
They had found out it was our first and were very
supportive. They didn't find it strange that Sonia would
be here for the birth; things had gone from only medical
staff being present, to just the husband (no suggestion
of unwed fathers getting a look in), to perhaps the
mother's parents or her older children, to permitting a
full Hollywood film crew making War and Peace in the
delivery room; having an extra "friend" wasn't at all out
of the ordinary though having the father snogging with
her was - and the mother didn't seem to care he had his
arm around her!
We were there for a little while before a very relaxed
anaesthetist turned up to fit the epidural. They
wouldn't actually start pumping the drugs in until Cilla
needed them but it was better to get the fittings in
place while there was no panic. He asked the same
questions all over again, making sure no-one had stuffed
up - it would be his responsibility and he couldn't rely
on anyone but himself.
When he was satisfied Cilla was trundled away and we were
dismissed for the present; led away to a lounge where we
could make ourselves a coffee. Father, and even family
and friends, could share the glorious occasion of the
birth but mere medical procedures were given some
privacy.
I took a bit longer than we expected, in part I am sure
by the anxiety we both felt. I was the one getting tense
now and Sonia sat on my lap to hold my cheek against her
chest. It was the same nurse; Mr Murphy wouldn't have
had it any other way.
Her disapproval was tangible as she escorted us into the
delivery suite via a change room. Sonia and I could
hardly keep from laughing. It certainly eased our
spirits.
Cilla looked up as we came in our theatre pant suits,
paper slippers and paper shower caps. The sight made her
smile. The room was set up more like a bedroom than an
operating theatre with the necessary monitoring and
resuscitation equipment made less obtrusive while still
being readily available if required.
We were able to stand each side of her, holding a hand
each and getting a welcoming kiss though we hadn't been
apart all that long. I think the positioning was to keep
us out of the "area of interest" leaving it free for the
medical staff that drifted in and out. The welcoming
kisses I KNOW were with a sense of relief Cilla wasn't
"alone" any more.
It turned out "our" nurse was the one who was responsible
for monitoring Cilla's condition until it was time to
call in the big guns. She kept one eye on Cilla, one on
the monitor and one on each of us; it was a good thing
she wore glasses.
Cilla gripped our hands when the spasms hit and we helped
her to get through them and then supported her as she
walked around with her lower body somewhat numbed by the
anaesthetic she had finally requested. She was feeling
awkward and impatient. It didn't help her to hear that
first births often took longer and tended to be more
unpredictable.
-----
We were still doing the same thing five hours later. It
had been almost six and a half hours since we had bundled
Cilla into the car and a new day had started even if the
dawn was still some way off.
When I realised I turned to Sonia and gave her a hug and
a big kiss. "Happy birthday darling." That brought the
nurses head up.
Cilla raised her head. "Oh yes. A very happy birthday
sweetheart." Boy did that turn the nurse's head. Just
in time to see Sonia kneel by Cilla's side for their own
hug and kiss.
It became obvious that they were more than friends.
Sonia beamed at Cilla. "And look at you, you clever
thing. You're going to give me the best possible present
- a son or daughter to share my birthday. I was thinking
of getting pregnant next month but if it doesn't happen
until November you might end up sharing YOUR birthday.
It certainly would make it easier to remember birthdays
in our family."
It was funny, that was actually the first time the word
had been used by any of us to mean "us". Up until that
moment "families" meant our individual parents and
siblings. With our first child struggling (not quite
hard enough apparently) to join us it really struck us
that our love was taking us to a new level.
Scary in its novelty but eagerly anticipated none-the-
less.
-----
I won't say the actual birth was anticlimactic because it
was anything but.
It was both easy and hard for me at the same time and I'm
only thankful that the anaesthetic eased the pain if not
the stress for Cilla. She had the hard job and I DO
understand she didn't really mean all the nasty things
she said she was going to do to my prick if I got her
pregnant again. The gynaecologist, anaesthetist and
nursing staff all had grins when they heard that.
Sonia wasn't so sure how to take things and wasn't too
sure now if getting pregnant herself was a good idea. At
least Cilla hadn't turned on her.
She didn't feel much better when the baby's head made its
first appearance. I had to steady her while I wondered
who was steadying me. I knew how snug Cilla was. How
could something that large ...?
The doctor was talking to Cilla throughout, encouraging
her and letting her know how well she was doing.
Sonia decided she preferred supporting Cilla from the
other end and moved to take her hand, telling her how
wonderful she was and how the baby was coming and it was
almost over. Cilla held her arm with the other hand as
she gave the push that brought our child into the world.
The doctor eased the baby out and siphoned its nostrils
before resting it on Cilla's now flatter belly with the
announcement "You have a little girl and we'll just let
her rest there for a minute before we cut the cord."
Sonia kissed Cilla and I moved in from the other side. I
gave her a kiss as she put her finger into our daughter's
tiny hand.
"You realise I'm even more outnumbered now." I smiled at
the mother of our new-born child. It was hard to believe
that the small bloody skun rabbit was such a beautiful
thing, no - person.
The doctor had been checking for the right number of bits
and pieces before clamping the final physical link
between Cilla and our little girl.
She apologised for interrupting Cilla's introduction to
her baby and promised to bring her right back before
putting her into the soft towelling held by one of the
nurses.
The baby was given a warm wash and checked out before
having her vital statistics taken. Full term, of
moderate size and not stressed by the birth, she was
healthy and scrubbed up with a beautiful head of reddish
brown hair.
Wrapped in a soft blanket, she was given to Cilla to hold
first. That was only fair after the past eight hours
(and nine months).
"Have you chosen a name?" asked "our" nurse, a lot
friendlier after having had a quiet talk to the
Gynaecologist.
We had of course spent some time on that issue and had
decided on one nomination being chosen from each of our
suggestions. We then tried out the combinations until we
were happy with the result.
Cilla started, "Valerie". "Rebecca", I added. "Marie",
finished Sonia. The nurse jotted it down.
"And the surname?"
Oh! How had we missed discussing that. We looked back
and forth from one to another. Farrier? Robbins? Hull
even? A hyphenated combination?
"Farrier?", I asked Cilla.
"No", she replied, "I'm a bit old-fashioned." She turned
to Sonia. "I think it is better if our children all have
the same family name and I'm going to take Glyn's, so I
think 'Robbins' is best. What do you think?"
"Hmm, 'Sonia Robbins'? 'Cilla Robbins'? 'Valerie
Rebecca Marie Robbins'? They all sound good." She
turned to me.
"Well Mr Robbins are you happy to share the house with
three Ms Robbins?"
I turned to the nurse.
"Valerie Rebecca Marie ... Robbins it is then."
She finished writing with a smile before turning to
prepare a card for the crib.
"If you would like to say goodbye for now, you might like
to make any phone calls and freshen up while we give
Cilla a wash and settle her in her room for the rest of
the night."
We kissed Cilla again and took the details with us as we
sought the phone through the quiet hospital. I took
Sonia in my arms when we got to the foyer and spun her
around while I kissed her. "We have a daughter!" She
shushed me and kissed me again.
We had given our parents warning of the impending event
and they had all asked to be notified regardless of the
time. Just after two am, it wasn't TOO late; if they
hadn't stayed up I was sure they would be dozing by the
phone, unable to sleep.
"Who first?"
"Cilla's parents I think", Sonia replied.
"True. You call." I deliberately wanted them to
associate the good news with Sonia.
Sonia dialled and a sleepy voice answered. "Mr Farrier?"
She had called him that for so long that "Ron" was
difficult and "Dad" seemed impossible.
"Yes?"
"Sonia here. We have a daughter and both are doing well.
Yes thank you, I'll tell him. Valerie. Yes it is.
Thank you; it will be. Ok, 3740 g and 47 cm. Oh and she
has brown hair with red tints. Yes, we'll see her in a
minute and say goodnight and let her get some rest.
Around lunchtime I think. Okay, Bye."
She turned with a smile. "They were thankful I called
and they gave US their congratulations and they
remembered it was my birthday and, oh I don't know, he
was just so nice to me." She burst out crying.
I cuddled her and kissed her hair. We all want to be
accepted and it had been hard on both Sonia and Cilla for
so long. Things might not turn out to be perfect but
they were a darn sight better than they had been.
"Okay do you want to call your Mum next?"
"You can call your parents at the same time. There ARE
two phones." She gave me a bossy smile and I picked up
the other receiver at the time as she did.
Sonia's mother was the only one who hadn't gone to bed
and Sonia passed on the details. Diane wasn't sure about
turning up to visit but Sonia insisted and made a time so
she could be there too.
I too was congratulated on my good fortune and my parents
sent their love for both Cilla and Sonia. I promised to
pass it on and let them get back to sleep.
The phones would be busy in the morning. Of that I WAS
sure.
We found Cilla's room and passed on the messages. I
stroked the hair away from the side of her temple and
realised just how much she meant to me. She was tired
and sore; she had been given something to ease the
discomfort as the epidural wore off and was happy to just
lie there resting. She responded briefly to our
questions as we looked adoringly on the little one in her
crib with clear plastic sides but didn't initiate any
conversations.
We had been given the briefest holds of little Valerie on
our way to the phones and were almost tempted to have
another. The possibility of disturbing her at the late
hour and then causing Cilla any distress controlled our
paternal/maternal tendencies. It would have to wait for
morning.
Cilla barely noticed our goodbyes and that was probably
best. It had been a longer day than any of us had
expected and we needed our rest too.
Sonia snuggled up to me in the car going home. Though it
had been Cilla who had expended most of the effort
required, we had experienced a wonderful event and had
bonded more strongly because of it.
Sonia had the shower running by the time I had put the
car away and I joined her under its hot stream. It was
late and I soaped myself before giving her back a
scrubbing which helped ease the ache from standing and
from sitting in not so comfortable chairs for so long.
She gave me a hug and helped rinse me off before hopping
our to rub herself down.
No mutual rub downs tonight we wanted our bed and enough
sleep to get us through the rest of what was becoming a
shorter and shorter today.
I turned out the light and hopped in to cuddle close to
Sonia while the sheets warmed up.
"Happy birthday", I told her again.
"It has been you know. A 'happy' 'birth' 'day'. I
couldn't have asked for a nicer present than Valerie
Rebecca Marie."
"It hasn't made you rethink having your own?"
"I did a bit but Cilla seems fine now and when you look
at our little girl ..." She turned over. "Give me my
birthday present please. I want to love you now and,
yes, I do want your child too."
I slipped into position over her and kissed her, trailing
them from her mouth and neck down to her breasts. Her
arms were around my neck, her fingers delving through my
hair as she arched her back to bring her tit closer to my
face.
I nuzzled a while and returned to her sensitive neck then
kissed her again, our tongues entwining as I found the
entrance and slid inside.
As my body pumped inside her Sonia responded and I felt
her nails gently digging into my back. I moved a little
forward and the angle of my penis inside her changed
making it rub more on head and shaft.
Our spirits soared and Sonia held my cheeks between her
hands as she kissed me feverishly. If I hadn't been
aware that her menses were almost upon her I would have
thought she was trying to create a child tonight.
It was a thought I was looking forward to. I wondered if
I would feel the same way in a few months with a houseful
of nappies. I consoled myself that at least I found
pregnant women attractive.
As we came and collapsed together I realised with Cilla
recovering for around six weeks and Sonia trying to get
pregnant towards the end of that period, Sonia and I
would probably be making a lot more love together for a
while. With that pleasant thought and a peck on the lips
from the "other" new mum, I dropped off.
-----
We were up early to join Cilla at the hospital. We had
been invited to participate in Valerie's bathing and
changing. Okay it doesn't sound a thrill a minute but we
WANTED to get to know our little girl and how to look
after her.
And even including the black shitty nappy, the experience
was rewarding with each moment making all three of us
fonder of the darling little girl.
There was a little difficulty when we first turned up as
it was supposed to be fathers only until 11 to give those
mothers who had a restless night a little more time to
recover before the visitor invasion began.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but morning visits are reserved for
parents only."
"It's alright then because this is the baby's mother." I
took Sonia's arm and led her past the guardian of the
ward, leaving her glaring at my back.
"One extra person wouldn't matter", she supposed; it
certainly wasn't worth making trouble with an obvious
smart aleck.
When the visitors started rolling in Sonia and I were
obviously of far less importance than the grand-daughter
or niece and her recovering, though still sore, mother.
Cilla had greeted us warmly. She had slept through the
night and was feeling refreshed. She was already looking
far slimmer than she had for months and beamed with
happiness when she frequently looked over at her tiny
form.
Tiny as she was it was hard to believe the tiny girl
suckling at her mother's breast had actually fitted
inside her mother's belly. Looks like Sonia and I would
be missing out on that luxury in future. Maybe an
occasional sip; I couldn't resent the loss when Valerie
was the gain.
It seems strange to talk about being proud. Certainly my
efforts had little to do with the production of such a
beautiful girl. A share of the gene mix over which I had
no say.
Certainly I can accept the joy I gave to Cilla that day
was a matter of skill and love but Sonia contributed just
as much and Cilla returned it in full.
To be proud of Cilla was understandable if not easy to
explain. Once little Valerie had made her existence
known Cilla was committed regardless of the consequences.
I suppose I was proud of the way she took the strains of
the last few months and the stresses of the last few
hours. I certainly was brimming with love for her.
The there was Sonia. I was definitely proud of how she
had taken to our daughter. She certainly was OURS not
just Cilla's and mine. I WAS proud of the way she had
been openly loving and supportive towards Cilla
throughout the night. It was not easy to face other
people's antipathy if not outright hostility.
Finally I was proud of Valerie. Just for being lovely
and healthy and here.
So none of it made sense; it didn't stop it being true.
--
As one would expect Cilla's parents were first through
the door on the stroke of 11. They greeted us all and
stood by the crib - their first grandchild!
Jean and Trevor followed them in with Cilla's youngest
sister, Andrea, and congratulated us, held the baby,
marvelled at her size and hair and general appearance and
then disappeared to let John come in with her twin
brothers.
Sonia's mother Diane showed up shortly after and I was
delighted to hear Ruby agree with her when she commented
favourably on "THEIR" grand-daughter. Sonia was sitting
on the side of Cilla's bed at the time and Cilla put her
arm around her waist when she heard this.
My family turned up soon after lunch. Sonia and I had
left Cilla briefly when her tray was delivered to grab
something simple ourselves and when we got back she
allocated the job of changing the wet nappy to the pair
of us. She was getting us trained up early.
Sonia got a hug and a kiss on their way past to reach
Cilla who was giving Valerie another feed. Cilla, tit
out, was surrounded by my parents and my younger brother
and sister, Dylan and Anna.
My "former" family was not worried by simple nudity
between family or close friends and considered, quite
sensibly, that a breastfeeding mother was a perfectly
natural sight rather than a "tit"illation.
Cilla had flashed her tits to others often enough that
she shouldn't have been shy and I think it was just the
suddenness of their appearance that threw her for a
little while. She certainly recovered soon enough and
was happy to pass Valerie to my mother while she was
swapping sides.
When Sonia and I left that evening the walls were a
display of flowers and soft toys. It had been a long day
- at least Cilla got a relatively soft bed to lie on when
she wasn't being encouraged to take another short slow
walk - I think hospitals select chairs with the minimum
comfort possible to encourage visitors to leave quickly.
Rick and Renate were away and not likely to be back until
Cilla was home. Ha! Unless something serious happened
she would be home in three days time. The hospitals only
want sick people. We certainly wanted her there but I at
least was happier knowing she had more skilful helpers
around just now when she was ..., not weakest, but ...
you know.
We stopped off at a Thai takeaway on the way home having
skipped our meal rather than leaving Cilla and Valerie
again and ate it together in the lounge as we relaxed
properly for the first time that day.
We were too shagged to think about more than just
cuddling that night. Fortunately the morning sun found
us revived and I woke to find Sonia sliding my morning
hard on into her personally prepared quim.
It was the perfect way to wake up.
I confess to laying there letting her do all the work.
Come on, we all like to get spoilt occasionally and after
all she started it!
I did slip my hands along her ribcage leaving my thumbs
over her nipples. The gentle stroking seemed to be
appreciated though I think Sonia was much more concerned
with the feelings her pelvic rotations were causing in
both of us.
I was pushing up with my hips as I felt the pressure
build. Oh god this was going to be good. Sonia
fortunately felt the same way and it showed as she came
moments before I fountained inside her.
With the absence of any sexual urgency, the shower we
shared was quiet, comforting and very sensual. Our hands
roamed each others bodies and slowly rebuilt the fires we
had just quenched.
Sonia leaned back against the cool tiles and deliberately
put herself on display in front of me, holding her
breasts in both hands then sliding them down over her
still sudsy belly and through the sparse straight black
hair that held small shining droplets of water.
I watched each movement and saw every detail. It was
hard to stay on my side of the shower.
Sonia's hands crept between her thighs. I couldn't see
her pussy from this angle but there was no doubting about
where her probing fingers were disappearing.
"Play with yourself", she commanded. "I want to see you
come."
I started stroking, reaching for the soap when my wet
skin required more lubrication. I looked at her face and
saw her staring at my prick as I encircled it with thumb
and pointer finger. I looked down at her own hands and
began stroking.
As I watched Sonia squirmed a little. Her ass pressing
against cold tiles caused her to thrust her hips forward
which made it look as though she was fucking her fingers
rather than using her fingers to fuck herself. My hand
moved faster, the ring just brushing along the shaft to
make firmer contact against the more sensitive head.
I really didn't need a lot of stimulation. Watching a
beautiful young naked woman frigging herself was
stimulation enough and it was far too soon as the surge
of white fluid soared through the still spraying water to
splash down onto Sonia's taut belly. It started leaving
a trail towards her black fur triangle as the second
splash hit just below it, matting the hair. A third hit
the back of her wrist as her frenzied fingering of her
clit brought about her own emission, a spurt of fluid
which hit the floor between her feet to be rapidly
swirled down the drain.
We came together (No, not THAT came) under the shower
spray, Sonia taking my now empty pistol in her hand as I
wrapped my arms around her. The water flooded our faces
as we kissed, forcing us to hold our breaths and to screw
up our eyes. My spent semen spread over our pubes as we
brought our bodies as close together as we could possibly
be without starting over again.
-----
When Cilla came home it was a happy occasion. Though our
spare room was ready for Valerie, for now her bassinet
was located either in the lounge or in our bedroom.
We had plenty of visitors and by mid-afternoon Cilla was
eager to retreat to the bedroom to have a rest. She had
been told to avoid sex until given a clearance by her
Gynaecologist at her six week appointment.
We had been told that Cilla had been lucky with only a
little tear that didn't even require stitching. Valerie
apparently was on the smaller side of "normal" as far as
head circumference was concerned and this had made the
delivery easier. We declined to be the ones who told
Cilla that her eight or so hours of labour was being
labelled "easy".
Sonia and I let her rest. Valerie had eaten and had been
changed and had settled back down. It was nice to have a
satisfied baby. Cilla remembered when Andrea had turned
up; she had kept them all awake some nights. I vaguely
remembered something similar with my sister Anna but it
was easier for Cilla, she was thirteen at the time while
I was only five.
Sonia, the baby of her family had no experience with real
babies. Her brother Hugh lived too far away for her to
have been able to play "Auntie".
We sat in the lounge watching TV and Sonia sat on my lap
and rested her head against my chest as I leaned back in
the armchair. I slipped my hand up under her blouse and
she leaned forward to let me unfasten her bra.
I pushed the cups up over tits that provided no
impediment. "I hope my tits grow when I'm pregnant!"
"Your tits are nice as they are and if they do grow I'll
find them just as nice then. You worry too much about
them; they are lovely and so are you."
I got a hug for that and we snuggled together.
When it was time for bed Cilla was looking forward to a
shower. We helped her undress and held her hands as we
made our way to the larger shower through the unit.
It was nice to have her home. We had seen her every day,
spending more time with her than we normally would when
we were at work but it wasn't the same as having her
here. The nights couldn't have been lonely for us but
were a little for Cilla and she too was happy to be back
in our arms.
We discussed the sleeping arrangements.
Since Cilla had come through the experience fairly easily
she was only tender in one or two spots. Those however
did tend to be sore enough to make her wary of any
contact.
It wasn't that we would intentionally touch her there,
just that after four years of living together we found
ourselves fumbling with each other (in a very nice way)
when half asleep. The ladies often fell asleep with my
prick in their hand and I often had a breast or pudendum
cupped in one or other or both of mine. On one or two
occasions I even fell asleep while my limp prick was
being gently suckled after we had managed to satisfy each
other several times over.
Cilla thought it best if I slept in the middle for now so
she could use me as a pillow when required. We arranged
ourselves after saying goodnight to our little one and
turned out the light.
I was on my back and both ladies had rested their heads
on my chest. While I had to move after a while this was
both comfortable and comforting. Sonia and Cilla were
able to exchange a soft kiss with only a little effort
and I was able to stroke my fingers along their
backbones.
Cilla may be crossed off the receiving list but she felt
she could still be a donor and began to lick "her"
nipple. Sonia noticed the movement and my response and
began the same on her side. It was more than just nice
and John Thomas was rising to show his appreciation.
I felt a wetness along my side and Cilla said, "Damn!"
She had sprung another leak.
"Valerie hasn't been drinking as much as I can produce at
the moment and I've had to use pads to soak up the extra.
I thought I would try sleeping without a bra but looks
like they were right. Excuse me."
Cilla got up and turned on the light. We watched as she
found her maternity bra and put it on.
Now I find a pregnant woman to be very sexy. I can't be
the only one or Vanity Fair covers wouldn't be so
popular. A woman who isn't pregnant yet can also be
sexy; that's how they end up pregnant in the first place.
But a woman who was just pregnant is a little different.
You can love someone and find them stimulating because of
that without necessarily finding them sexy. Look at old
married couples. They may not, neither of them, have the
physique to turn the other on but the knowledge of the
love they have shared over the years can still build a
fire in the cellar that can be a pleasure trying to
extinguish.
Cilla's body was a mixture. Her breasts had become
larger and looked magnificent whether exposed or enclosed
in the supporting bra. Her stomach had lost the swelling
but now showed the faint reflective stretch lines that
testified to her role in the presence of the little girl
sleeping peacefully close by. She had been lucky in
avoiding circulation problems and had watched her diet so
she had neither the blue knotted lines on her legs nor
the layers of fat at waist and hip.
Not the beauty she had been and would be again, she was
however ours and we loved her.
She came back to sit on the bed as she found the
remaining couple of nursing pads in the box she had
brought with her from the hospital. "Looks like we're
going shopping in the morning. I hope these last the
night."
She considered her minor predicament. She addressed us,
"Valerie is getting enough to drink; her weight gain is
what it is supposed to be. Would you mind helping me. I
could try expressing the milk but it takes so long."
Sonia and I were both happy to help and Cilla lay back
where she was sitting. We each opened our flap at the
front of the bra and two segments of breast poked through
where we had folded the flaps back. We lay across the
bed together with our mouths positioned next to the
prominent nipples.
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Valerie was ten months old when her brother, Warren
Douglas Peter came along. She was eighteen months older
when her sisters Kathleen (Katie) Samantha Ruth and
Hannah Marlene Elizabeth were born three weeks apart to
Cilla and Sonia respectively.
Sonia's active motherhood gave Cilla a chance to finally
nurse at her breast. When the "twins" came along we all
had a taste treat. I refuse to say which teat I
preferred, only that fond memory makes the taste sweeter
and its loss a little sadder.
We had moved into a house of our own design (well we told
the architect what we wanted and he came up with the
goods) soon after Warren was born. It wasn't long after
that I heard all the jokes that made me hope he didn't
wish we had named him something different.
- What do you call a man with a rabbit up his ass?
- What do you call a man with a shovel in his head?
- What do you call a man buried in a bog?
At least the girls appeared safe.
A few months after our family grew to seven I got the
chop. It wasn't that bad; I missed out on any serious
swelling and was back in action at the end of the week.
It did mean that little Warren and I would always be
outnumbered though.
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Your sex lives change a bit when you've got young kids
around. We at least had three to share the load.
Kids are definitely NOT a burden though they can take up
a fair bit of your time.
It wasn't all smooth sailing though, imagine four smart
kids who try to play THREE parents off against each other
- you have to keep more than one step ahead of them.
Still it was a loving environment and, when the kids were
asleep, we could still be loving together. Or, as often
happened, one parent could take the brood on an outing
while the others got down and got dirty.
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If you've got the money to do things right you can end up
with a cosy little nest. We had a master suite with a
sunken jacuzzi in the ensuite bathroom on the other side
of the house from the kids bedrooms. When they were
young we were able to monitor them with a speaker system
while knowing any noises we made were not likely to be
heard in the still of the night.
We moved in around the time of Sonia's six week check-up
and when she came home with the official all clear she
wanted to celebrate. Valerie was tucked into her bed
around dusk and Warren changed, fed and changed again
(and yet again - don't open a boy's nappy without having
another handy for when the hose starts spraying!) before
being laid to rest in his bassinet beside our bed.
I might be willing to get up in the middle of the night
to prepare him for Sonia but I'm not walking across the
house!
With the house settled we took a bottle of bubbly and
some glasses (strong plastic actually) and moved into the
hot tub. Sonia had been on the periphery for the last
six weeks and tonight Cilla and I planned to show her
just how much we loved her.
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