I had just gotten off work one Friday back in June and I was looking forward to the weekend. I had just bought a new propane grill and was anxious to fire it up for the first time. I went to my usual grocery store to buy the things I needed for tomorrow's dinner–steak, baby red potatoes, corn on the cob. 

But as I got to shopping, I found that they didn't have what I wanted in steaks. So I went to another grocery store a little out of my way, to see if they had the steaks I wanted. I didn't ordinarily use this particular store, so I had to look around a bit to find what I wanted. 

With some decent rib-eyes in hand along with some spices to make my marinade, I went up to the check-out line to pay for it and head on home. 

As I waited in line to check out, I noticed that ahead of me was a blonde woman, about twenty-one years old and quite pregnant. She got up to the register and as she was checking out, she realized she didn't have enough money to pay for the few things she wanted. 

I could see she was embarrassed about not being able to pay for her things. She apologized several times for making the cashier void some of the purchase. Then she took the four or five things she did actually buy and tried to rush out of the store before she was embarrassed any further.

Since I only had a couple of items, I quickly paid for them then as a gesture of kindness I told the cashier to ring up what they woman ahead of me couldn't get. The cashier smiled, knowing what I was doing and quickly rang up the other things. 

I put them all in two separates bags–mine and hers–and walked out of the store hoping to catch her. Well, she was sitting at the bus stop in front of the store and she was alone. 

Perfect! I thought. I wouldn't embarrass her by giving her the rest of her things. I walked up and sat down next to her. The woman was sitting there with her head in her hands, obviously distraught.

"Excuse me, but I was behind you in the store. I want you to have the things you couldn't get in there. Here you go," I said. She looked up at me surprised. Then we both got a surprise.

"KELLY?" I said in shocked surprise. "Kelly Richards? Is that you?"

"Oh fuck! What else can go wrong today?" she said, turning away and hiding her face again.

"What's wrong, Kelly?" I asked concerned. I took her by the shoulders and turned her to face me.

"I'm sorry Mark, I didn't mean it the way it sounded. It's just things have been going pretty shitty for me lately. I came to this store to try to buy some things I needed and chose this store because I hoped I wouldn't run into anyone I knew." She looked down at her extended belly.

Kelly and I had gone through high school together and even dated a couple of times, although it never went anywhere. Then I went off to trade school and she went off to some Christian college. 

You see, Kelly comes from a very strict religious background with her father a pastor in one of the local churches and her mother is high in the women's church circle. 

"Well, it's alright Kelly. I don't usually come to this store myself, except that they didn't have any decent steaks at my usual store today, and I was wanting to grill some steaks tomorrow. I got a new propane grill and wanted to try it out.

"Mmm, that sounds good Mark," she said. I could see by the looks of her that Kelly hadn't had a really good meal in a while. Kelly always looked really good in school, but now she was looking kind of ragged and worn.

"Say, Kelly, if you don't have anything going on, why don't you come back to my place and have dinner with me? I mean we won't be having steaks–I still have to get the propane for the grill–but we could get a couple of pizzas or Chinese food or something. It would give us a chance to catch up also."

"I'd like that. It's been a long time since I had pizza and I always loved it. Thank you, Mark, for the invitation and for this," she said holding up the bag of groceries.

"Good, then it's settled. Wait here and I'll go get my car. Be right back," I said, then headed off to my car at a trot. I wanted to get back to her before the bus came by and she changed her mind. I had no way to contact her and it was just dumb luck I bumped into her today.

I pulled up to the bus stop and she was still sitting there. I got out and came around to open the door for her. "Still just as sweet and gentlemanly as ever," she said, smiling at me.

"Manners never go out of style," I said as I seated her and shut her door. We headed out of the parking lot and I turned the car towards home. "So do you still live over on Maple Avenue like before?" she asked.

"No, I moved out of there when I went to trade school. Mom and Dad live in Florida now, so I got a place over in Oakview Subdivision now," I said.

"Ooh, that's a nice area, Mark!"

"How about you? Where are you calling home these days?" I asked.

"I live... I live in the Brookstone apartments downtown," she said. 

Yeah, I knew of the Brookstone apartments. They were the low-income housing and while they weren't as bad as some, just telling people that you lived there put a stigma on you with most people. I could see she didn't want to admit to it either, but at this point, she was past the embarrassment stage. 

Our conversation lagged at that point. I didn't really know what to say. It was plain that Kelly had been through some rough times and was down on her luck now. And I didn't know how to tactfully ask her about it. I figured if she wanted to tell me she would. 

Besides, we were almost home anyway. Kelly looked out the car window at all the houses and the tree-lined sidewalks as we got close to my house.

My neighborhood would be classified as upper-middle class, I guess. It wasn't the "rich part of town" by any means, but there were nice single-family homes here with good-sized yards. People here drove decent cars, and the place was clean and friendly.

We reached my house and I pulled into the driveway, clicking the remote to open the garage door and pulling inside. I opened her car door for her and helped her to stand. 

Then we took our groceries inside. Kelly didn't have anything that needed refrigeration, so I just put her things on the table and put my own things away. 

Looking into the living room I saw Kelly looking around in amazement. "How about a tour of the place?" I asked. 

"Yes," she said and I took her hand to give her the grand tour. After showing her around, we ended up back in the living room.

"Would you like something to drink, Kelly? I have soda, beer, or water."

"I'll have a soda. I can't drink, you know," she said, patting her belly.

"Of course. No problem, I'll be right back." I went into the kitchen and brought back two sodas.

As we sat drinking our sodas, I asked her, "So how far along are you?"

"Almost eight months now. It's getting hard to do the things I need to do to. Just going to the grocery store today was exhausting. It's been really hard lately. It was so nice of you to invite me to dinner–I wasn't looking forward to cooking on top of everything else."

I wasn't going to get a better segue than this, so I took advantage of it. "So tell me, Kelly, What's been going on with you since high school? What have you been doing?"

"How much time have you got?" she asked sarcastically. 

Then she began telling me all that had happened to her since our days together at Westside High School. I learned that, when she'd gone off to college and was out from under her parents' thumbs, she went a little bit wild. 

Her parents wanted her to live on campus in the dorms where the house parents could keep an eye on her, but she didn't like all the rules they had. So she got a job to earn some extra money and that, plus what her parents gave her, allowed her to get a small place with a couple of other girls off-campus. 

Well, three girls living off-campus is bound to spell trouble and it wasn't long before they found themselves at a party for a neighboring college. Alcohol was in abundance and Kelly, not used to that devil drink liquor, soon found herself feeling less than inhibited. 

She became involved in a game of Truth or Dare and before she knew it, she was in one of the bedrooms and under one of the male partygoers. 

Apparently, she had done pretty well with him too, because another and then another went for a ride on the blonde hottie, and by the end of the night, she'd pleasured and been pleasured by five of the male guests and one girl who couldn't resist trying her first lesbian experience.

It wasn't long after the party that she started feeling sick. She thought she just caught a cold or maybe the flu, but when she went to the doctor complaining of throwing up and feeling sick, she found out it wasn't the flu she caught but something a lot more serious and long-lasting.

She was pregnant.

Now she was caught between a rock and a hard place. Either she would have to tell her parents she was pregnant, in which case they would flip out, or she would have to get an abortion, and being a pastor's daughter they would flip out even worse about that.

She was raised absolutely pro-life and the idea of having an abortion was unthinkable. So either way, she was literally and figuratively fucked.

So she summoned up the courage to tell her parents–after all this wasn't something that she could hide, and it damned sure wasn't going to just go away. Being devout Christians and high in the church order, they reacted just as she thought they would. 

Her father immediately dropped all support for her college education saying things like "Whores don't need a degree!" With no money for college or even to pay for rent and food, Kelly was forced to give up her part of the apartment. She packed up her suitcase and was able with her last paycheck from work to buy a bus ticket back home. 

There she found that her parents didn't want her or the baby around, and so she found a menial job as a waitress which paid enough for rent on a small dumpy place and she ate meals at the restaurant because the boss lady took pity on her.

Eventually, she was able to get on state aid and she could move into Brookstone, which was nicer and roomier than her econo-dump. She was able to start seeing a doctor for herself and the baby, and her small wages at the restaurant didn't interfere with her aid. 

So things improved a bit. But she knew it wouldn't last and finally, she got so far along in her pregnancy that she couldn't work anymore and now was purely on state aid.

"Damn Kelly, I'm sorry. That's got to be tough on you," I said, mainly because I couldn't think of anything more intelligent to say.

"Yeah, I'm thankful for the state aid and medical coverage but it sure doesn't leave much for groceries and other expenses. I barely have enough left over after the bills to pay for food. And I don't know what's going to happen when this one finally comes out," she said, patting her stomach.

"Won't your aid go up? I mean even a baby has to eat. And there are diapers and other things a little one needs," I said.

"Yeah, my worker said that once the baby is born, my aid will go up some, but I don't know how much. And I don't know what my expenses will be then, either. We will just have to wait and see and figure something out."

Then, to change the subject and get off all the doom and gloom of her situation, she asked about me. "So tell me, Mark, what's life for you been like after high school?"

So I started telling her about what I'd been up to. My life hadn't been nearly as dramatic as hers. I told her about the trade school and how I seemed to have a knack for fixing cars. 

I told her that I was top of my class there and when I got back home, the instructor had made a few calls and I had a couple of places here contact me and ask if I wanted to go to work for them. 

I told her that I was now the lead mechanic and had something of a "following" there–some of the customers won't go to anyone but me to work on their cars.

As we talked, I noticed the feelings I'd had for her years ago were quickly coming back. I had always liked her and she had been very sexy and playful. I thought for a while we were going to be a couple, but it just wasn't in the cards then. 

But those same old feelings began to creep back up on me now. I had a suspicion that Kelly was feeling it too, because her demeanor toward me changed even as we talked. 

At the bus stop, when I first approached her, she was guarded and even in protection mode. Then when she realized who I was, she went all shy and withdrawn, embarrassed that I saw her as down and out, just one step above a streetcorner beggar.

But now that we were in my home and talking like old friends again, she began getting a bit flirtatious, listening to my every word and even putting her hand on my thigh as I talked.

"Whoa, look at the time," I finally said, "I'd better call and get those pizzas on their way. I don't know about you but I'm starving! Are you still a pepperoni pan pizza girl?"

"Oh my God, Mark–you remember!" she said surprised.

"Well, yeah. We did eat a few pizzas back in the day!" I said.

Kelly smiled, the first time she smiled since we reconnected. She always had a beautiful smile and it was good to see it again. I ordered the pizzas and was told they would be there in about fifteen minutes. 

That gave me enough time to set the table and get everything ready. The pizzas came just as things at the table were ready I took the pizzas and unboxed them setting them on pizza pans.

"Here Mark, let me do that. You bought the pizzas, the least I can do is serve them up to you," she said.

"Nonsense, you are the guest here Kelly. I'll do it." I cut the first pizza up and put three slices on her plate.

"Mmm...  Oh God, Mark, you don't know how much I've missed this stuff!" she said. She waited until I had served myself and sat down, but then she wolfed down her pizza like it was the first food she'd eaten in days. 

I knew it wasn't–she'd had to eat something, if not for her, for the baby. And she always ate pizza ravenously. But this was extreme even for a pizza-phile like Kelly!

She caught me watching her and grinning and her embarrassment came back. "Sorry," she said, blushing as she swallowed.

"It's alright, Kelly. I know how much you love pizza. Enjoy yourself," I said.

Kelly managed to get down five slices of the pizza while I had the remaining three. We decided that was enough for now and put the other pizza in the refrigerator. Then we went into the living room to sit for a while.

"Oh man, I am stuffed," Kelly said. "That was so good, Mark. I haven't had pizza in forever!"

"You are welcome, hon. I'm really glad I ran into you today."

"So am I, Mark. It was good to see a friendly face for a change."

Just then the baby moved. "Oh! I guess somebody isn't used to pizza!" she said.

"Well, he or she better get used to it. Mama is a pizza fanatic!" I said chuckling.

"That's the truth!" Kelly replied.

"Does he move around a lot these days?" I asked, totally ignorant of babies and their development.

"He has his moments. Want to feel him?" she asked. She lifted her cami-dress up to show me her distended belly. She took my hand and laid it on her belly and I waited to feel something. "There feel that?"

"Oh my god yes! Boy, he's going to be a placekicker for the football team when he grows up!" I said.

"Yeah he's getting bored in there I think. I'm not sure which one of us wants him out more–him or I!" she said.

I don't know why I did it at that moment, but I began rubbing and massaging her belly. Maybe I thought it would calm down junior or maybe it was old feelings bubbling to the surface. Who knows. 

But as I rubbed her swollen belly, Kelly closed her eyes and laid her head back. She began to really get into feeling my hand on her too, because I saw her hands moving up towards her tits. 

She subconsciously began cupping them and playing with them as my hand worked over her belly. It was getting pretty erotic in an odd sort of way, and I knew Kelly was enjoying the pseudo-makeout session. She was purring like a contented kitten until junior butted in again.

His kick brought her back to awareness. But instead of blushing and being self-conscious about enjoying my caresses and playing with her tits, she did something I didn't expect. 

Kelly leaned over, uncomfortable as it might have been for her, and pulled me into a kiss. And not just a sweet thanks for dinner kiss. No, this was a full-blown passionate "I need you kiss". A kiss like we used to give each other back in school when we ripped our clothes off afterward.

"Wow, Kelly!" I said when we finally came up for air. "That was some kiss, honey!"

"Thanks. It's nice to kiss someone again."

"What do you mean, Kelly?"

"Mark, you and I are friends aren't we?"

"Of course, honey, why do you say that?"

"Well, I hope you don't think I'm some kind of slut or anything but I am finding out being pregnant comes with a boatload of hormones," she said as her hand moved down to my crotch and found my cock had gotten more than a little excited at the kiss, 

"I don't know how it is for other pregnant women, but for me, pregnancy makes me incredibly horny. I've been taking care of things myself for months, but I could sure use a little help. How about it, Mark? Think you could give a girl a helping hand?"

The last time Kelly and I had been intimate was over three years ago as juniors in high school. The sex had been great, but as a couple, we just didn't seem to fit. But that was when we were younger and seemed to have the world at our feet. Time and reality had shown us we were wrong.

I smiled at her. "How about I lend you a tongue instead? I seem to remember you liked it when I had my head between your legs," I replied.

"Oh God, really? You'd eat me out... in this condition?" she asked incredulously.

"Sure, why not? I mean you're pregnant, but your pussy isn't broken is it?"

"No, it's not. But how can you... with this in the way?" she said, meaning her large belly.

I pulled her to her feet and turned her around. Then I pulled down her panties and she stepped out of them. "Now, kneel on the edge of the sofa. Grab onto the back and lean forward a bit. Good, that's my girl. Now spread those legs and let me at that peach!" I said.

I knelt down behind her and spread her ass cheeks apart. Peering in between them I saw her pussy just opening a bit and some of her sweet juice beginning to drip from her undersexed pussy. 

Remembering back to our high school days, Kelly was always very generous with her pussy juice... she flowed like a broken fire hydrant when she was turned on. And when she came, it was almost Noah and the Ark time!

I could see the pink swollen lips of her pussy, the glisten of juices already accumulating, and the winking of her cute asshole. It was a feast no man in his right mind could turn down.

"OH FUCK, MARK!" Kelly screamed as I plunged my face between those spread cheeks and my tongue dove deep into her sweet pink hole. Even though we hadn't had sex with each other in a long time, my tongue didn't miss a beat. 

I began licking and lapping up the juices I could find and searching for more. Kelly was just as delicious, if not more so, as I remembered and I devoured her. I quickly learned there are a few things in this world more delicious than a pregnant girl's pussy especially if she is horny, which I guess most are.

Kelly writhed and squirmed like she was sitting on a live electrical wire as I munched on her box. She moaned and whimpered and gasped with each wriggle of my tongue.

"Yes! Oh, right there, baby! Ohh... Oh God, yes! Ooh... Oh, Mark! Oh god, you sure know how to eat pussy, baby. Mmm... Yes! Fuck!" she encouraged me with her words and sounds, guiding me to all the spots she needed me to hit. And I didn't miss a one... I remembered just what made her moan and what got her even more turned on.

The longer I lapped at her sweet succulent pussy, the louder her moaning got and the more she pushed her ass back toward my face. When I reached up with one hand and began fingering her throbbing, extended clit, she suddenly started to shake as she came.

"Fuck Mark! Oh God, I'm cumming! I'm... I'm...OHHHGODD, I'M CCUUUMMIINNGGG!" she screamed. 

Her legs began to shake violently and I had to wrap my arms around her thighs to hold myself in position behind her. I wasn't certain that my eating her pussy was wholly responsible for her rapid and powerful orgasm. 

Being pregnant and with her hormones on overdrive, plus the fact that she hadn't had a good fuck in a while, probably had something to do with it. 

As I continued to eat her even through that first orgasm, she made no attempt to stop me and when she finally stopped cumming I kept at it, licking and lapping up the juices she had so generously given up for me. 

The power and emotions of that first orgasm had caused her to lay her forehead on the back of the sofa. No matter–her ass, and her dripping pussy were still accessible to me and I didn't waste the opportunity!