A Fairy Tale Part 2

clucked my tongue as I gathered some more stuff together. I was moving out
one backpack at a time, a little every day, and basically living at Stacy's
by then anyway. I still had my own morning sickness, but it came less and
less, and now it was just indigestion more than anything else, it seemed. I
was about nine or ten weeks pregnant by then and my doctor kept telling me
that the middle trimester was going to put me in love with being
pregnant. I hoped so.

Knock...Knock...Knock

I frowned at my door and opened it slowly, blinking in surprise as I found
Amy standing there. All five foot ten of her, blonde and beautiful and
perfectly formed like a Grecian goddess come to life. She was dressed nice
too, not sexy, not really, but nice with a mid-thigh skirt and a tight
little top in black that showed off her wonderful tits, I mean they were
right there, the tops exposed and creamy and I had to tear my eyes away
from them.

"Hi, uh...Heather...Right?" Amy seemed terribly nervous and I wondered what
would have to happen to make a girl like that nervous about anything. She
had the world on a platter, I bet. God, she was beautiful.

"Hi Amy." I said, kind of dumbly and I swallowed hard. "What, um...What's
up?"

"Do you..." She looked around and leaned a little closer, enough so I could
smell her.

I could smell her soap, some Camay I think, and her shampoo, which smelled
like lilacs maybe, but mostly I could smell her and I felt my heart beating
a little harder. It wasn't love, not really. I loved bitch, and I loved
Mistress Stacy and Precious, and Mistress Lucy too. I loved all of them and
I could certainly love one more, but mostly this was just lust. Amy was the
girl I pined after in my sexual fantasies.

"Do I...What?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.

"Do you really want to kiss my pussy?" Amy asked softly and her face was so
pink it was perfect, as it had to be. "Like your friend said...In the
shower before?"

"Oh God..." I think I came right then.