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From: Uther Pendragon <nogardneprethu@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Best Chance - M" -- Uther -- MF wl preg
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Date: Tue, 12 Apr 2011 21:10:03 -0400
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This material is copyright, 2011, Uther Pendragon. All rights reserved. I
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If you have any comments or requests, please e-mail them to me at
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All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as public figures
in the background, are figments of my imagination and any resemblance to
persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.


Best Chance - M
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com

MF wl preg


Friday, Bill Pierce finished the August 31 *Chicago Tribune* he'd got that
morning, put the sports section in front, and folded it under his arm. He
knew Carolyn read when he was gone, but they didn't discuss the outside
world. The *real* news of the week was Carolyn's pregnancy, and the
*Tribune* didn't cover that.

He planned to take her out for dinner. She was responsible for dinners at
home -- except for her crush times, when he bought take-out. He was
responsible for dinners out, and they hadn't had as many of those as the
budget called for. She greeted him with a welcome-home kiss when he came in.
Then she followed him back to the car.

The restaurant was one they'd visited during their courtship. The food was
good, the service not fancy, and the prices reasonable. She ate with an
appetite which might have been whetted by not having to cook the food.

"Really," he told her. "You know, we haven't done this enough."

"I'll probably be cooking less." Well, that would be reasonable.  "And,
anyway, we'll need any money we can save." Even so, the expenses of
pregnancy and childbirth -- even with good health insurance -- would put a
few extra meals out in the shade.

"It's not enough to make a difference, and we'll need any Carolyn we can
save more."

"I'm fine. I've been indulging myself." Had she? It seemed to him that she'd
been indulging him, and not only at the table.

"Both of us." Was that clear? "You've been indulging both of us."

If so, she continued to indulge him. Sex was lovely that night, and she fell
asleep in his arms.

They were lying apart that morning, though, when her alarm rang. It was
hers, and he ignored it, although some stray question as to why she'd set an
alarm before his waking time tried to insinuate itself into his sleeping
brain.

She was back in the room by the time his alarm rang.

"Don't shower. I'm cooking breakfast." Those were interesting data. She
obviously had something planned. Well, he'd go along with it. But first,
what did going along with it mean?

"Shave?"

"Definitely shave." Which seemed to mean that she would want some kisses.
That was fine, because he'd want some kisses, too.

Breakfast was her cheese omelet. Carolyn cooked a variety of dinners,
prepared a diverse selection of lunches on Saturdays -- most, but not all,
based on left-overs from the dinners. She only cooked him two breakfasts,
either cheese of western omelet. Since that was twice as many dishes as he
cooked for breakfast, he was well pleased. The girl tended to eat cereal
when she got up late. The meal was delicious, and he said so.

"Just let those soak," she said when he got up to clear the table. Actually,
he'd planned to, anyway. "I'm going back to bed."  That was more interesting
news. And, when he got into the bedroom, there was a naked Carolyn lying on
her belly. She wasn't even covered by a sheet.

"What does this mean?" Her plans were looking more interesting every minute,
but not necessarily clearer.

"Well, the doctor said that any sexual activity that felt comfortable to me
would be perfectly safe for the baby. And I've been wondering what this
would feel like when you're not mad at me." They'd only had sex with her
lying on her belly -- as opposed to rear-entry with both on their sides,
which they'd done several times -- once. It had marked one of their more
vociferous arguments, and he'd not wanted to suggest it again in case the
argument had turned her against it. "Well, this is likely to get
uncomfortable awfully early. It's not really our last chance, but it might
well be our best chance."

"You're sweet." And she was. She was offering more variety while they still
could. He joined her in bed.

"You, too, and awfully cooperative."

"After all, you have a program for our having fun together. It would be
stupid of me to interfere." But, her program or not, this was obviously the
time for him to act. He kissed where her neck met her shoulders, then
trailed kisses down her spine. He kissed every vertebra once, sometimes
twice. He used the backs of his fingernails to scratch her thighs. As his
kisses got lower on her back, he stroked between her thighs to her snatch.
She spread her legs to give him room. He stroked the lips of her snatch as
his mouth approached the small of her back. When he kissed the last vertebra
before her spine disappeared between her buns, these looked like appealing
targets.

"You know, you are full of beauty," he told her. "I only mention some of
your beauty, but I appreciate much more than I mention." He kissed each of
her buns. Then he raised his head to complete the thought. "Your buns, for
example. I certainly appreciate the view from in front, but you're lovely
from in back, too."

Well, enough of the verbal appreciation. He stroked the lips of her snatch
again, this time reaching down to her nub. He didn't want to be fumbling
around with *that*, and fumbling was a real danger when his head was engaged
in kissing so far from his hand. When he was certain he knew where he was,
he went back to kissing her vertebrae, this time bottom-to-top.

Carolyn tensed. He wouldn't be able to see her go over from this position,
but he could damn-well feel her go over. Her buns firmed under his hand and
the muscles of her back were tight under his face. He was nearly holding his
breath by the time he got to the top of her spine. Maybe some kisses on
where the neck joined the shoulders would take her over. He needn't have
worried. She shuddered; her legs closed around his hand; she raised and
lowered her buns three times. Her exhalation was something between a gasp
and a sigh.

"That was one," he told her. She'd gone over seven or eight times from his
hand the previous time. Maybe they could match that this time. Maybe more --
she was, after all, cooperating this time.

He took her lips between his fingers and rubbed them against each other as
gently as he could. He finished the vertebrae of her back and continued up
her neck, brushing her hair away with his cheek first. He stopped kissing to
concentrate on getting his finger back to her nub without hurting her. Then
he kissed a line from below her ear to her shoulder down the side of her
neck. She was holding her head up off the pillow, and he could feel the
tension of her neck on his tongue when he licked her.

She shuddered again. This time the sound was clearly a moan.

"That was two."

"Stop counting and get in me." She could do lots more.

"You can go for more," he said.

"Yeah. But I need you in me."

Obediently, he started to get between he legs. It was a difficult job, since
his right hand was still stroking her snatch. Her legs, also weren't all
that far apart.

"Shall I spread them?" she asked. Just then would have hit his knees.

"Wait a second." He got where he was kneeling between her legs, but with his
knees close together. "Please." She spread her legs then, and he had lots of
room. She raised her hips, too. The sight was as arousing as it was
practical. He pulled his hand up to put his dick just into the position.

"Oh, Carolyn," he said as he sank into her warmth, her smoothness, her
welcome. When he was deep into her and his weight was resting on her buns,
she sank slowly down onto the mattress. The move was slow, and he was with
her -- and in her -- all the way. He was resting on his elbows, but those
hands could be more usefully, and more pleasantly, employed than just lying
there.

"Can you raise your front up?" He asked her.

"Not for long." But she did raise herself enough that he could slip a hands
under each melon. "Good." When she sank down again, he was holding glory in
his raised palms. "Lovely," he told her. He moved his fingers to see if that
could arouse her from this position. Then he started serious motion through
the warmth of her snatch. She was smooth around his dick as he moved out,
and she pushed up against him as he moved in. The arousal was exquisite. He
tried to hold back, hut he didn't think he could.

"Can't," he told her, when he'd reached his limit. He buried his dick in
her, rested on her beautiful, soft, smooth buns, and shot into her depths.
Carolyn, dear girl, was with him. She crossed over before his pulses were
finished. He lay panting there for minutes.

When he got the strength, he moved off her and out of her. He moved to his
side of the bed and lay facing her. After a moment, she rolled so that they
were in the spoon position again. Dear, darling Carolyn!

"Oh, darling," he said, "I love you."

"I love you, too.... But." He didn't like the sound of that. She had the
loveliest butt in the world, her 'but's, however, were often unpleasant.

"But what?"

"But I don't think I want to do that again. It was a real strain."

"Maybe, a year from now, we can try it with a pillow under your midsection.
Something to help keep you up." She'd enjoyed it, strain or not. It was
worth an experiment. In the middle of an experiment, he could accept a
change.

"It would press into just the wrong place just now." Which is why he hadn't
suggested it for just now.

"Well, yes. That's why I suggested a year from now."

"You're cute," she said. He never figured why she said this. She was cute in
the way she looked. Her comments seemed to be always about something he'd
said.

He though about that conundrum. He thought about how sexy she was in his
arms. He thought about how sexy she'd been under him. He thought about their
coming child. Finally, he thought that this was Saturday morning, and they
really should get up. He was the first one.

"Want to shower together?" he asked. That would continue their love play,
but -- if it wasn't in her plane -- they'd still had a wonderful morning.

"Um... Partly." Partly together? How do you shower partly?

"You want one of us to use an umbrella? What's a partial shower."

"The doctor said that anything which didn't cause me discomfort was safe,
except for taking risks. If I slip, feeling fine beforehand doesn't
guarantee that the baby is safe when I hit the ground."

"Makes sense. Is the shower a risk?" He didn't want to endanger his child.
He didn't even want her to think he was endangering her child.

"Probably no greater risk for you to wash my hair than for me to do it. But
when you..." Dear girl. This shy maiden was the same wanton who'd recently
demanded him in her. Well, as much as he loved to see her cross over, it was
something she had a perfect right to control. Besides, she'd never looked
terribly secure leaning against the bathroom wall while going over.

"So, we can shower together, but only for cleanliness?" Which seemed to be
what she was saying. Well, that would give him the right to care for her
hair, and -- after all -- he wouldn't be able to fully participate again
this morning.

"Yeah, we can get clean in there, but we should only get dirty in bed."

"Fair." The rules she'd expressed *were* fair, and he obeyed them
scrupulously.


The end
Best Chance - M
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2011/04/11


These same events from Carolyn's perspective, can be read in:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/Gjt/pie_10f.htm
Carolyn's experience

The first adventures of Bill with Carolyn:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/Gjt/pie_01m.htm
"Get a Room - M"

Another story about another couple preparing for a new addition:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/Gjt/fos_07m.htm
"Relatively - M"

The index to almost all my stories:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/index.htm
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