University Au Naturel Celebration

Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica. Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.

Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

This story has been edited by myself with the use of Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

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"Oh! Oh y'all got Frappuccino's?" the brunette asked when she reached the counter of the plywood shack.

"Yeah. Last year we had that iced coffee but everyone said they wanted Frappuccino," the blonde girl smiled. "That what you want?"

"Mm, yeah, yeah, give me a um, oh! Oh, give me a homemade Vanilla," the girl decided.

Behind the brunette, Gordon Kessler stood, admiring the girl's fleshy buttocks. Her waist length brown hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, allowing him a full view of her lightly tanned flesh. He judged that she was five feet five, maybe five feet six inches; her flip-flops did not add any real height to her frame.

"Got some meat on them bones, though," he thought; fully appreciating her full hips, stubby thighs and her marvelous buttocks.

He'd not seen the front; he'd not seen her face or her chest but he had seen her rear. That incredible backside had him following her from the sandy stretch of Swift Falls to the hastily erected concession stand at the edge of the asphalt parking lot.

Gordon's cock, which had been at half-mast as he stood watching her delectable buttocks jiggle as she swiveled from foot to foot while the attractive blonde girl prepared a Frappuccino shot to full erection when the brunette turned, Styrofoam cup in hand. Her face was round, with big brown eyes, snub nose and plump lips parted in a happy smile. Her breasts were easily a D cup, possibly even a double D. And her belly was distended in her pregnancy.

She graced Gordon with a smile. Then, glancing down, her large eyes opened wide and her smile widened. Glancing at Gordon's blushing face, the girl let out a delighted little giggle before walking away.

"Hi! Help you?" the blonde smiled at Gordon.

"I uh, yeah, let's see," Gordon stammered. "I uh, oh! Oh, let me try a lavender Frappuccino."

"Lav... Sure thing, Sweetie," the blonde smiled, turning and grabbing a Styrofoam cup.

He unzipped his wrist wallet and paid for the frothy iced drink then turned. His heart caught for a moment when he saw the pregnant beauty standing, beatific smile on her beautiful face as she regarded him. With another glance down at his hard cock, she turned and sauntered to a blanket on the sand, a few steps away from the narrow river.

For a moment, Gordon wondered if he dared to approach the girl. Then, steeling his nerves, he did walk to where she sat, casually sipping her drink.

"I uh, hi, I, I'm Gordon," Gordon stammered. "You uh, you here with anyone?"

"Nope," she said, glancing up at him, eyes smiling.

"I uh, yeah, I, I'm here with my roommate; we, we're in the dorm on campus and when we saw the Norwill Au Naturel we uh we just had to see, you know..." Gordon stammered, slowly losing steam as she sat, silently regarding him.

"Sit down," she ordered, pointing to a corner of her blanket.

He did and racked his fevered brain, trying to think of something, anything to say to this pregnant beauty. Try as he might, he simply could not think of anything to say. The few snippets of ideas sounded weak, ineffectual to him.

"First year?" she asked, startling him.

"Pardon?" he stammered.

"First year at Norwill?" she clarified.

"I uh yeah, yeah. I, I'm originally from Burstyn; it's this itty bitty shithole in..." Gordon stammered.

"Mississippi," she said. "You know Barry Dunbar? He's from there."

"Barry, Barry," Gordon said, thinking of his high school and college classmates, his neighborhood.

Finally, he had to shake his head in defeat. He did not know any Dunbars. She gave a simple shrug.

"This is my second time at the Norwill Au Naturel," she disclosed. "Last year? I couldn't believe I actually did it. My roommate dared, double-dared me and of course, the minute we get here? Big mouth chickened out. Wouldn't even get off the bus."

"Some people," Gordon sympathized. "Whole way here, Darren; that's my roommate, Darren and me?"

"Darren and I," she corrected. "Gordie, you're in college now."

"Oh! Oh I am just oh so sorry!" he mocked and her friendly smile got wider. "Darren and I."

"Better. Much better," she agreed, giggling.

"We're betting each other' who's going chicken out," Gordon finished his tale. "Wasn't no way I was going give that butt hole fifty bucks, so..."

"Double negatives too. Buy me a hot dog?" she asked.

"WOULD YOU PLEASE buy me a hot dog?" he corrected as he sipped his frothy concoction.

"I'm not in college right now," she indicated her belly. "Just didn't make sense to go when I'd only have to leave middle of October."

"So you're..." he tried to do the math in his head.

"Right at six months," she supplied, giving him another sweet giggle. "Helps to get knocked up on your birthday. Takes all the guesswork out of how many days and weeks."

"Yeah, I could see that," he agreed.

"What flavor did you get?" she asked, indicating his cup.

"Lavander. It's not as good as it sounds," he said.

"Then I don't want any; it doesn't sound good at all," she said, shuddering. "Who would order lavender?"

"Hey, normally I like..." Gordon defended.

"Hey, uh, Gordon?" a handsome young man approached, a second handsome young man with him. "Uh, this, this is um, Doug? And uh, he, he lives right over there? Those condos right there? That's right, right?" the handsome blond boy said.

"Mm hmm," Doug agreed, sunglasses obscuring his eyes.

"And uh, we, we're going over there, listen to some music?" Darren continued.

"We'll catch up with y'all over at the auditorium," Doug offered.

"See you," Gordon agreed.

"You uh, you do know they're going off to have sex, right?" the brunette whispered as Darren and Doug walked away.

"What? No. No they're not," Gordon denied.

"Gordie, please!" she giggled, draining her Frappuccino. "Now, would you please buy me a hot dog? With chili and mustard? Yellow mustard, not that spicy mustard."

Gordon found the concession stand that was selling the chili dogs. He bought three chili dogs, a basket of French fries and two vanilla milkshakes.

"Three!" she squealed. "I know I look huge, but..."

"Hush! Two of them are for me," Gordon said, grabbing the first one.

"Oh! Oh yeah," she giggled, whistling as she tried to pick up a still steaming French fry. "By the way, your Frappuccino sucks. Why'd you get that yucky flavor?"

"It is pretty yucky, isn't it," Gordon agreed.

"You didn't put on any sunscreen? You're going to burn," she warned as she finished her hot dog then picked up her milkshake. "Oh! Vanilla! Thanks! You are just so sweet!"

"I never burn," Gordon declared.

"Gordie, you're already turning pink," she pointed out.

"Nah, I'm telling you, I never burn," he insisted.

"Whatever," she said. "So uh, how, how long you been a fan of preggos?"

"Uh, let's see," Gordon made a show of looking at an imaginary wrist watch. "Mm, 'bout twenty minutes I'd say."

"Oh yeah?" she beamed.

"I mean, I, you, you looked so awesome when I watched you walk to the coffee stand and..." Gordon explained.

She leaned over and softly kissed him on his lips. With some difficulty, she righted herself again. Then with a giggle, she leaned over and kissed him a second time.

"Come on, help me up," she demanded.

When he did assist her to her feet, she did not let go of his hand. Gordon did not ask where they were walking to, just stumbled along as she led him toward the cluster of tents that sat at the edge of the asphalt parking lot.

"I uh, so, you uh, you shave your uh," Gordon thought to ask.

"Laser," she smiled at him. "It always grew in kind of weird looking. I mean, all my girlfriends? Theirs? Cute little triangles; well, Bernice? Hers was just this kind of patch, almost like this off-center circle or something. Kind of cute; well, she's a strawberry blonde so just about anything's going look cute on her but mine? Just all scruffy, kind of nappy looking so started shaving it off. Soon as I could though, went and had it lasered. Did the same with my pits and my legs; never have to shave ever again."

"Cool," Gordon said frowning as they entered one of the tents.

In 2014, a few of the basketball players from Norwill University decided to celebrate National Nude Day. The young men descended onto Swift Falls, Tennessee, stripped out of their already quite revealing swimwear and proudly flaunted their assets to the scandalized beach. Not all were scandalized; some were intrigued. Later on, the university was hit with several lawsuits from the small Swift Falls community.

In 2015, the university issued an order, strictly forbidding their athletes from participating in National Nude Day. This edict was ignored and once more, the small Tennessee University found itself embroiled in legal quagmire.

So, from 2016 onward, the university itself facilitated the National Nude Day celebration. They arranged the shuttle buses from the campus to the beach, set up security patrols, concession stands, and first aid stations. The day's celebration culminated with a free concert in Fisher Auditorium where local bands would perform for enthusiastic, nude university students and a few faculty members that braved removing their clothing.

"Louisa, don't tell me you in labor," a beautiful red head glanced up from her table as Gordon and the pregnant girl entered.

"No, not for at least another three months. But my boyfriend here? Says he don't never burn so didn't put any sunscreen on," Louisa Stitt announced.

"Right. And that's why you're all splotchy, right?" the red head asked, pulling Gordon toward her examination table.

"I don't," Gordon insisted, then gasped out as he was sprayed with a cooling sunburn treatment.

"We're going let that sit for a moment, then we'll get you properly coated with sunscreen," the red head said. "Louisa, how you feeling? No problems or anything?"

"Good, good. My boyfriend got me a chili dog and a malt," Louisa smiled.

"Vanilla," the red head smiled. "But remember. You're supposed be watching your sugar. Gestational diabetes can turn into diabetes for real if you're not careful."

"Yes, Mom," Louisa mocked.

"So, how long have you known this pain in the ass?" the red head rolled her eyes at Louisa's antics.

"Uh, how long, Louise?" Gordon asked.

"Louisa," both Louisa and the red head corrected.

"About what? An hour?" Louisa guessed.

"And he's already your boyfriend, huh?" the red head asked, pointedly looking down at Gordon's limp cock and heavy testicles.

"He's cute," Louisa defended.

"And apparently thinks you're cute," the red head concluded.

"Gorgeous," Gordon corrected.

"Gorgeous," Louisa stated, smiling at Gordon.

"All right," the red head said and sprayed Gordon's body from head to toe with a very strong sunscreen. "Listen, try to limit your exposure to the sun, okay? I know it's a slightly cloudy day out there and everyone thinks, 'oh! It's cloudy so I'll be fine' but really? Cloudy days are just as dangerous as bright sunshiny days."

She also applied another coat of sunscreen to Louisa's rounded body. Louisa smiled and gave the girl a quick kiss on the lips before dragging Gordon out of the first aid tent.

"Now admit it," Louisa demanded, dragging Gordon back to their blanket. "You already feel better."

"I admit I already feel better," Gordon confessed.

"And that's why I like you," Louisa laughed, kissing him before clumsily sitting on the blanket again.

"Yeah? Why's that?" Gordon asked, flopping down next to her.

"Know how many guys would be all like, 'I didn't need nothing; I'm fine,'" Louisa mocked, using a deep masculine voice.

"Do you want a specific number or can I just round up?" Gordon teased and she laughed, pressing her warm flesh against him.

"I like you," she whispered just before giving him a very steamy kiss.

She wanted a bubble gum flavored shaved ice treat. She wanted a big bowl of nachos with guacamole and pico d gallo and jalapenos. She wanted a funnel cake and another vanilla Frappuccino. Every demand was honored and each delivery of food and beverage was rewarded with a steamy kiss.

In between the nachos and funnel cake, Louisa and Gordon waded out into the very warm waters of the shallow river. Finding a stretch that came up to their navels, Louisa kissed Gordon hotly and dipped her hand under the water.

"Erk!" Gordon gulped as her small hand found his cock.

"Normally? Wouldn't be wasting it like this," Louisa whispered, stroking his cock. "I love, love, love the taste of cum. But if I gave you a blow job out here?"

"Oh!" Gordon grunted as she expertly pumped his fat cock.

"And I bet you shoot a lot," Louisa murmured as she cupped his heavy balls in her other hand.

"Oh!" she grunted as Gordon cupped her bald mound in his hand.

Mmng!" she cooed as he worked a finger into her wet folds.

She kissed him again. His left arm went around her, pulling her heavy breasts and big belly snugly against his scrawny torso as her hand pumped him.

"Think of it; me on my knees, licking all around that big beautiful cock," she husked as she looked into his eyes. "Swallowing you all the way down; I love getting all that cock in my mouth."

"Fuck!" Gordon groaned, spurting a hot load of semen onto her belly.

"Oh! Oh yes, my man does shoot a lot," Louisa giggled as rope after rope of semen splattered onto her belly only to be washed away by the river's current.

A moment later, his thumb and three fingers managed to bring her to climax. She leaned heavily against him and mewled in orgasm. Then, with another steamy kiss, she pulled him out of the water. She giggled as he chanced a fondle of her fleshy buttocks.

"Like my butt, huh?" she asked.

"LOVE that fine ass," he declared.

"Last year? Caldwell's Barbeque was at Fisher; God! Best ribs I ever ate," Louisa enthused just before ordering Gordon to get her a funnel cake.

"Caldwell's? I love their potato salad," Gordon agreed.

"And the beans? Don't forget about them beans. Man! Totally worth the heartburn," Louisa agreed.

"But are they worth the gas?" Gordon asked, pinching his nose.

"Depends on whose butt it is," Louisa laughed. "Gordie, you get me a funnel cake?"

"No it don't," Gordon smiled. "Gas is gas. No matter how cute the ass, gas is gas."

"Funnel cake?" Louisa repeated.

The shadows were growing long when the first bus arrived. Behind the bus was a large pickup truck, towing a trailer. A group of burly men spilled out of the truck and began emptying the concession stands of equipment. Once the stands were emptied and stored in the trailer, the same men began tearing down the hastily prepared plywood shacks and stacking the wood into the bed of the truck. The entire time they worked, the men kept ogling all the nude flesh around them.

With several soft, steamy kisses, Louisa pulled Gordon into the river again. She giggled as he reached between her legs and diddled her clitoris. With a very long kiss, she once more wrapped her hand around his throbbing erection and pumped his cock.

They managed to get onto the second bus. Sitting together on a bench seat, the two kissed hotly as the bus rumbled back to the campus of the Tennessee University. A few sunburned, exhausted students wearily got off the bus in front of the male dormitory. A few more students got off in front of the female dormitory. Then the bus rumbled to Fisher Auditorium. The remainder of the students filed out of the bus and scurried to the doors.

Opening the heavy glass and steel doors, they were assaulted by a loud, raucous barrage of sound. On the stage was a ragtag band of young, not very talented musicians. Gordon smirked; none of the five young men were brave enough to perform in the nude.

"OMG! That, that's that asshole Barry!" Louisa shrilled, pointing to the guitar player on the stage.

She giggled as the musicians received lackluster applause when they finished whatever song they were attempting. Waving to get Barry's attention, Louisa gave him the middle finger. If he saw his former girlfriend, Barry did not give any indication.

The band held a quick little discussion then launched into another cacophony of sound. The singer apparently thought he was sexy, believed that every woman in the tepid crowd was swooning over him. Halfway through the song, he yelled out 'Is there anyone out there?' as he strutted with confidence.

He was stunned by the lack of response. Shielding his eyes, he looked out into the unimpressed audience and stepped back, upset by what he'd seen and heard. The four musicians kept playing even as the outraged singer stormed off the stage.

After a moment, Barry Dunbar stepped up to the microphone and sang the rest of the song. His voice was a better fit for the music; it was a shame that the members of the band struggled to play as a cohesive unit. The drummer was a half --beat behind everyone else and the bass player kept shifting the key of A to the key of G.

"Thank you, uh, thanks. We uh, we're Scene of the Crime and..." Barry said as they finished the song.

"And you suck!" someone screamed out.

"Hey, mother fucker, we're up here playing for free," Barry yelled.

"Good thing," someone else shouted.

Louisa made Gordon escort her to the bathroom. He stood guard outside of the restroom, nodding and smiling at the three other young men that had been pressed into escort duty by their women.

"Statistics one ten," one young man said.

"Yeah, that's right," Gordon agreed.

The two young men talked about the test they'd just taken the previous Thursday; Gordon was sure he'd aced it. His new friend was sure he'd failed it.

When their girls came out of the restroom, Gordon and his classmate did briefly look at and compare their girls. And both young men believed they had the better looking of the two girls. With head nods, the two couples parted.

"You like that? Huh? That what you like?" Louisa demanded shrilly as they marched toward their seats. "Fake blonde hair?"

"She's nice. But why would I settle for nice?" Gordon said, thinking quickly.

A local radio station was blaring from the stage's sound system while a few people removed the equipment for Scene of the Crime. Apparently Louisa liked whatever schlock was pumping from the speaker overhead and demanded that Gordon dance with her.

"Thank you Marie," Gordon quietly thanked his older sister for insisting that he dance with her.

"I like you," Louisa giggled happily when a commercial prompted them to sit once more.

"Why?" Gordon smiled and was given a passionate kiss.

He bought her a rib plate from Caldwell's BBQ. He did toy briefly with the idea of telling Louisa that Caldwell's had run out of the beans but thought better of it. For himself, he got a two-meat plate, opting for beef brisket and pulled pork, along with beans and macaroni & cheese.

"Oh! Oh, and extra sauce, please," Gordon said, having an idea that his girlfriend would be a hog with Caldwell's signature sweet & spicy sauce.

"Hope Coke's okay; I just didn't' know what you like," Louisa said when Gordon finally made his way back to their seats with the two plates.

"Coke's great," Gordon agreed.

True to his prediction, she grabbed two of the plastic tubs of sauce for herself. One was stirred into the beans and the other was used for dunking the big, meaty ribs.

"Oh! I, I LOVE this song!" Louisa declared as some over-processed music bled through the speakers.

"How can you tell? Sounds just like the song before. Oh, oh, and the song before that. And the song before that," Gordon thought as Louisa sang the uninspired words of the song.

"That. Isn't that perfect?" Louisa demanded when the song ground to a merciful end.

"Mm hmm," Gordon mumbled, stuffing the succulent beef into his mouth.

Taking the two Styrofoam plates and plastic utensils to the trash barrels, Gordon had to stop off at the bathroom. Sitting in a stall, Gordon reflected on the day's events so far.

He and Darren and everyone else in their dormitory saw the flyers announcing Norwill Au Naturel. He and Darren had lay on their bunks, declaring they wouldn't go, and daring one another to go.

This morning, Gordon and Darren somehow managed to talk each other into doing it; removing their clothing and joining the eight or nine other brave souls in front of the dormitory, waiting on the bus. Everyone had both hands firmly in front of their genitals as they waited and no one, absolutely no one made eye contact.

When the bus dropped them off at the stretch of beach, he and Darren and the other young men clumped together. There were other nude bodies already at the beach and most of the youths found themselves reacting to the nudity. For ten, fifteen minutes, they stood, awkwardly standing around, cocks hard. Then Gordon surprised himself by announcing he had not come there to just stand around. He walked away from the group of nervous young men, strolling up and down for an hour or so.

He had seen a girl with a few extra pounds, beautiful buttocks stretching, flexing, waggling as she stepped toward a concession stand. After a moment of just watching the beautiful sight, Gordon shrugged and followed those buttocks. Standing behind her, he had admired her buttocks, stumpy legs, smooth back. He had always been a fan of chunky buttocks, sweet, round buttocks that begged to be slapped, squeezed, fondled and bit.

"But never thought I'd..." Gordon admitted as he washed his hands.

When the brunette had turned around, Gordon had been absolutely captivated. She was pretty, that much was indisputable. Her large breasts were phenomenal; Gordon was unsure of how to calculate bra sizes. He knew his sister had a 32B chest and constantly bemoaned her small chest. Gordon would suppose Louisa was a 36C, possibly even a 36D. Her areolae were brown, roughly the size of a half-dollar coin, with thick rubbery nipples.

But when he had seen her big beautiful round pregnant belly, Gordon had felt something primal, some kind of spark within his soul. And that spark ignited a passion and a hunger inside of him.

"Can't believe I even had the guts," Gordon smiled to himself as his cock once more reacted to thoughts of the pregnant beauty.

Looking in the mirror, he could see that, yes, he had the beginnings of a painful sunburn. He had to smile and shrug; his sunburn would have been much worse if his new girlfriend had not pulled him to the First Aid tent.

Stepping out of the restroom, he saw a booth selling pecan pies. He bought two of the small pies and once more made his way down to the row of seats.

"See? See? Here he is now," Louisa said to a smirking young man that had taken Gordon's seat.

"Hi Sweetheart, hold these for me?" Gordon said, handing her the two pies.

"Hey, thanks for the pies. Now, beat it asshole," the guy smirked.

"Frank? Aw hey, Frank! How you been?" Gordon said, delighted. "Didn't recognize you there."

"Huh? I uh, no, no, I'm..." the man said, confused.

"Man, how long has it been? Put 'er there," Gordon said, sticking out his hand.

"I uh, no, I'm..." the guy said but stuck out his hand in an automatic response.

"She told you to move, dick wad," Gordon hiss, twisting the man's hand and forearm over to the man's right. "Now, move or I'll break your fucking arm off, hear?"

"I told him," Louisa defended as the man slunk away, muttering curses and threats.

"I know, I heard you," Gordon assured her. "Now, give me my pie; you don't get both of them."

"Aw! But I'll let you eat my honey pie," she cooed as the next act was doing a last minute sound check.

"In that case..." Gordon agreed.

With a laugh and a kiss, she handed him one of the pies. She leaned against him happily and chomped her way through the pie.

"Hi! Hello out there, Norwill University! Go Cyclones!" an attractive blonde woman said, the lights shining brightly on her nude, oiled body.

The attendees did let out a cheer. The attractive blonde shook her head in disappointment.

"Aw, come on Norwill! You can do better than that," an attractive African-American woman said, her own nude and oiled body glistening in the bright lights.

She pressed a few keys on her keyboard and a symphony began to sound out. She played a few notes, then abruptly stopped. Typing rapidly on a computer keyboard, she again played the notes and nodded with satisfaction.

"I'm Lust," the African-American woman said, preening and posing her magnificent body for the audience.

"And I'm Chaos," the blonde agreed. "And we are Lust Two Chaos."

Flinging her knee length dreadlocks over her shoulder, Lust started a song with a heavy techno drumbeat. Chaos began singing in a beautiful alto soprano voice.

"Oh! Oh, this, this just makes me want to dance!" Louisa screamed, bouncing onto her feet. "Come on Gordie!"

"Aw that's it, baby momma, that's it, shake that beautiful body," Lust encouraged, looking right at Louisa.

Gordon did bounce and gyrate and wiggle along with Louisa's energetic dancing. She managed to give him an erection as she turned and rubbed her haunches against him. Seeing the effect she was having on her man, Louisa squealed happily and kissed him.

During the fifty minute set, Gordon had to fetch bottles of water for himself and Louisa. He kept a wary eye out for 'Frank' or whatever the jerk's name might be. Guys like that were usually very sneaky and did not accept defeat willingly.

He almost dropped the water bottles when he saw his roommate sitting toward the rear of the cavernous auditorium. Darren was no longer with the short, stocky Doug. Instead, he was actively kissing a freckle faced red head. The red head sported a baseball bat between his leg and Darren had his hand on the red head's massive slab of meat.

"Fuck! She, yeah, Louisa, you were right," Gordon admitted as he made his way toward the bouncing, sweating, happy Louisa.

"They, you can download their stuff; they're on the Norwill web site," Louisa screamed happily as she guzzled her water.

The last act was a country singer and his band. Cooper Books wore a taut gaily colored snap button shirt, stone washed denim jeans Gordon was sure he had to lay down to zip and cowboy boots that had never seen dirt. He sang in a low baritone voice as he ambled across the stage, making sure that the women in the audience could see his sizable package in his jeans.

Again, Gordon was thankful for his older sister's bullying as he and Louisa joined the several naked bodies in front of the stage. He could manage a fairly decent two-step and the Cowboy Cha-Cha. Her belly did make a waltz very interesting and she giggled happily as she felt his throbbing erection poking her in her belly, rubbing all along her flesh as they moved to the music.

Thirty minutes into Cooper Books' set, Louisa kissed Gordon and asked him if he was ready to leave. He was more than ready to go; in truth he despised country music and Cooper Books was the epitome of everything Gordon hated about country music. The preening, the posturing, the contrived and insincere lyrics.

"I parked my car at the dorm," Louisa said as they joined the twenty three other people already on the bus.

The driver decided there were enough people to justify taking off; there was a second bus right behind him. With a cheerful announcement, he shut the door and put the bus in gear.

At the female dormitory, Louisa pulled Gordon from the bus and dragged him to a

Shiny black 2025 BMW i4. Gordon knew very little about automobiles but did recognize the BMW logo, could tell that this was not an inexpensive car. Getting into the passenger seat, Gordon asked her to drive him to his dorm.

"You, you're not coming home with..." she asked, big brown eyes becoming wet.

"I just want to pick up some clothes," Gordon hastened to reassure her.

"Why?" she now smiled. "You're just going be taking them off again."

"Uh huh. But from car to door?" he reminded her and she laughed as she started the car.

Getting out of his car in front of the male dormitory, he received some whistles and cat calls. Without any embarrassedment, Gordon flaunted his nude body, then scampered for the door. He double-timed his ascent to the fifth floor of the building, signed himself in at the kiosk, ignoring Drew Brown's comments. The morbidly obese Resident Aide was a buffoon and a blowhard. And, since Drew's comments were mostly about penis size and some nonsense about Darren, Gordon's roommate, it went in one ear and out the other.

After an entire day of walking around nude, Gordon knew he was not small where it counted. He was not huge; whomever that red headed acquaintance of Darren's had been was huge. But Gordon was now much more comfortable with his own physique, his own penis size.

Entering his room, Gordon froze. For a long moment he listened to the grunts and barks and groans of pleasure coming from Darren's bunk. Gordon ignored the two lovers as he wiggled into some shorts and a tank top. Thinking about it, he made sure to grab his laptop and book bag, stuffing his shower kit into his book bag.

"Told you," Drew smirked at the ashen look on Gordon's face when Gordon approached the kiosk once more.

"Fuck off, fat ass," Gordon thought as he signed himself out.

"Listen! Listen!" Louisa screamed happily when Gordon opened the door of her car.

"I'm listening," Gordon smiled even as he thought the music was terrible.

"This is Lust Two Chaos! I downloaded it," Louisa said happily as she whizzed out of the parking lot.

"So, where, where do you live?" Gordon thought to ask as she drove toward Swift Falls, toward the beach.

"Got a condo in Swift Falls," Louisa said. "The Stitt Building."

"Nice, nice," Gordon said, fighting against the wince as another computerized beat began.

At least Chaos could sing; she had a beautiful voice. In truth, Gordon would have liked Scene of the Crime, if Scene of the Crime knew how to play their instruments. He preferred heavy metal, hard rock, even some classic rock. Techno, electronica, trance, whatever this stuff was supposed to be was just repetitive noise to him.

"She likes it. And, right now? She likes you, so you like it too," Gordon reminded himself as Chaos warbled about hands that stretched across the boundaries of time.

He did look around as she pulled up in front of a large marble and glass building. She touched a button on her dashboard and a faux marble door slid noiselessly to the side. She drove through into a dark corridor, once more touching the button on her dashboard.

She parked next to a bright yellow Ferrari. To the left of the gleaming sports car was a luxury SUV in bright red, windows blacked out. There were no other automobiles on this level, even though there were spaces for ten vehicles. On the opposite side of the corridor were a luxury SUV, a meticulously restored 1965 Ford Mustang and an alpine white Ferrari. Gordon did take a moment to admire the restored Mustang. Gordon then followed as Louisa led him toward a shiny metal door. She inserted a card into a slot and waited. Gordon again looked around at the cavernous corridor.

"Name," a simulated female voice demanded.

"Louisa Jane Stitt," Louisa intoned.

"Passcode," the same female voice demanded.

Gordon listened as Louisa rattled off a twelve digit alphanumeric code. Suddenly, a soft chime sounded and a door slid noiselessly open. Louisa pulled the card from the slot and pulled Gordon into the elevator.

"How long did it take you to memorize that code?" Gordon asked as the elevator shot upward.

"Not long," Louisa shrugged.

The elevator door suddenly slid open and Louisa pulled Gordon into the lobby of the seventh floor. Looking around, Gordon saw two doors. Their feet made no sound on the plush carpet as Louisa pulled Gordon toward one of the doors that had a small brass plaque that read 'Louisa Stitt.' She again inserted the card into a slot next to the door. She stood still and a moment later, a soft chime sounded.

"Facial recognition," Louisa said, opening the door.

Gordon slowly began to recognize that his new girlfriend wasn't just a pretty face with a beautiful backside and wonderfully pregnant body. The car did scream 'MONEY' but it could have been a gift from some doting or doddering relative.

"And money for laser, and a condo," Gordon thought as they stepped into a beautifully decorated living room.

"Be right back; I am about to bust," Louisa said, scampering to a door.

"Uh huh," Gordon said, pulling his eyes from a large framed Carrie Hebert black & White sketch to watch Louisa's chunky buttocks wiggle and waggle as she scurried away.

"The Stitt Building. Louisa Jane Stitt," Gordon realized.

The sketch, beautifully arranged lines, shadows and smudges was of a slim woman stepping into a large claw foot bathtub. Shown from behind, the woman had long black hair that hung down to her knees. Her buttocks were small, bony buttocks, hardly any swell or definition to them.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Louisa asked, taking Gordon's hand into hers.

"No. She's cute. YOU'RE beautiful," Gordon said.

"You're overdressed. You got way too many clothes on," Louisa demanded, tugging at Gordon's shirt.

"No. Quit. I'm shy," Gordon insisted.

"You, you're what?" Louisa squealed, bursting into merry peals of laughter.

"And you are beautiful when you laugh," Gordon smiled as he wiggled out of his clothing.

"Bedroom's right down this hallway," Louisa said, taking Gordon's hand.

Gordon switched hands, clutching her right hand in his right hand. His left arm was draped across her waist, his hand close to her delectable butt.

"You, you really got a thing for my butt, huh?" she smiled as they entered a modernized 'Fairy Princess' bedroom.

"Uh huh," Gordon said, looking at the floating bed that was suspended from the ceailing.

The bed itself was round, the frame was highly polished chrome, as were the six very thick chains that joined together over the bed. The comforter was a very fluffy pink color, as were the six pillows on the bed. There was a large Raggedy Ann doll wearing a pink gown and a rhinestone tiara on her mop of brown yarn.

In the corner away from the chrome tall dresser and chrome low dresser was a huge rocking pink unicorn with highly polished black patent leather saddle.

Behind where the head of the bed would be, if the bed were up against the wall was a twenty eight by forty inch painting in a chrome frame. The painting was of a distorted female, lying on her back, thick leather belt about her neck. The painting was disturbing, erotic, and angry.

Looking over again at the rocking horse unicorn, Gordon saw another painting, a twenty four by twenty four inch painting in a chrome frame. This was of a woman's hand, bright bubble gum pink fingernails digging into a tuft of blonde curls. Looking closely, Gordon could see that the fingernails were tinged with blood and some of the blonde curls were likewise bloody.

"I, wow," Gordon said, drinking in the bizarre sight of Louisa's bedroom.

"Hey, she likes you," Gordon reminded himself, biting back any sarcastic remark he had in mind regarding the art, the furniture, the univorn or the Raggedy Ann.

"Those are by Coleen O'Connor," Louisa said quietly, pointing to the long painting and the smaller painting. "She uh, she's this brilliant artist; she's a lesbian and all of her pieces are of a really painful breakup she had; drove her insane. So now? As part of her therapy? She paints."

"She's uh, she's pretty angry," Gordon observed, again looking at the fingers clawing at the blonde crotch.

"You have no idea. She did an exhibit in Stevenson's Hall last year," Louisa said, dragging the Raggedy Girl from the bed and propping the life-sized doll against the low dresser.

Gordon's cock shot up as he watched Louisa crawl across the bed. Her magnificent buttocks, her bald slit and her large belly were on glorious display as she crawled on hands and knees to the mound of pink pillows. He could even see glimpses of her light brown star as she crawled.

"Coming?" she asked, rolling and flopping onto her back.

"Not yet," Gordon quipped and her smile grew wider.

Crawling onto the bed, Gordon had a sudden thought grip him. This beauty, this eighteen year old girl had confessed to loving the taste of cum. Her hand jobs in the waters of the Pierce River certainly showed a familiarity with cocks and with testicles. He had only one experience to date, a date with Jewel Miller that had progressed from an open faced turkey sandwich for her and a hot ham and cheese sandwich for him from Trippey's Diner then a drive out to Streidel Lake to watch the submarine races. That quick fumble in the back seat of his step-mother's sedan had not really taught him much about pleasing a woman. But Jewel had truly appreciated the meal from Trippey's; most dates took her from gravel drive of her trailer park to Streidel Lake.

"I uh, listen, I know women, women are different," Gordon said as they both reclined against the mound of pillows.

Now that they were behind closed doors, with no one watching them, Gordon allowed himself some liberties with her heavy breasts. She grunted and cooed as he fondled her breasts, teasing her nipples with gentle tugs and twists.

"Yeah? You, augh, you noticed that, huh?" Louisa teased, gasping with each tug to her nipples.

"Uh huh," Gordon admitted, sucking another passionate kiss from her lips.

"Good, good, augh, I, I like, oh Gordie!" Louisa groaned when he twisted her nipples firmly in retaliation for her sarcastic retort.

She shuddered through a heated kiss. Then, she playfully gripped his throbbing cock, threatening to break it off of his slight frame.

"So, I want, I need you to tell me what you like, what I'm doing right, what I'm doing wrong," Gordon said, bending his head slightly to kiss along her throat.

"Oh! That, oh, Gordie, that, that's a good place, right there," Louisa moaned as he gently kissed and nibbled at her throat.

She talked him through lightly nibbling on her breasts. She agreed, sunscreen did not have the best taste in the world but it was better than having sunburned nipples.

"Oh, oh Baby, that, that's why I love you," she groaned out as Gordon licked the undersides of her sweaty breasts.

If Gordon noticed she'd progressed from 'like' to 'love' he did not say anything. She gasped, then ground her teeth as her lover kissed and rubbed her pregnant belly.

With a few more kisses to her gasping, groaning mouth, Gordon grabbed two of the thick pillows from the mound and wedged them under her fleshy buttocks. He again reminded her that she needed to talk to him, to let him know what he needed to do to please her. She assured him, he was doing an excellent job so far.

"I, oh, oh God, God yes, oh Gordie!" she moaned when he gave her swollen pussy lips a long, slow, deliberate lick from bottom to top.

Gordon tasted his very first honey pie and decided he loved the taste of honey pie. It had the taste of musk, of some earthiness, even the light tinge of sweat. He thrust two fingers into her wet folds as he continued to lick all around her lips.

"I oh, oh God, God yes, I... Aaieegh, yyeess!" Louisa shrieked in climax when Gordon found her fat clitoris and sucked forcefully on the nub.

At first, Gordon wondered if Louisa had lost control of her bladder. He remembered his step-mother complaining about bladder problems when she'd been pregnant with his three half-brothers and one half-sister.

"OOOHHH!" Gordon suddenly said out loud, figuring out where his slight pregnant fetish might have originated.

"I, oh Gordie, oh Gordie," Louisa panted as he continued to finger fuck her while lapping at her juices.

She shrieked again when he worked three fingers into her snug depths while sucking on her clitoris. Again, he was rewarded with more of her ejaculate. His jaw and tongue were quickly tiring so Gordon wiggled forward, keeping most of his weight from her big, beautiful belly. He shuddered as his cock made contact with her swampy pussy.

"Going need to tell you what I like, huh?" Louisa accused then groaned loudly as he thrust his aching cock into her with one fluid movement.

He was quite worked up from the foreplay and was not able to last very long as he hammered her snug depths. Fortunately for him, Louisa was also quite worked up from his excellent oral skills and shrieked in a third powerful orgasm when he blasted his semen into her.

He held himself deep inside of her until he ceased spurting. Then he gently rolled off of her and lay, gasping next to her. The bed swayed gently, swinging from their quite vigorous lovemaking.

"I, that, oh Gordie, that was... Oh Damn, I, I need to pee," Louisa gasped, then exclaimed.

Again Gordon watched her beautiful haunches, bald slit and big belly as she crawled to the edge of the swinging, swaying bed. He could see traces of his silvery semen running from her puffy, raw looking lips, trickling down her stubby thighs. His cock was quick to revive as he watched the erotic, obscene image of well-fucked mommy to be.

"Don't go nowhere," she teased as she scrambled to a door next to the low dresser.

"I won't. I can't. Don't think I got the energy to," Gordon admitted and she giggled.

She returned a few moments later, rousing Gordon from his near-slumber. Her ascent onto the bed sent the bed rocking and swaying. He admired her heavy breasts bobbling and swaying as she crawled to where he lay.

"Now..." she husked, taking his limp manhood into her mouth.

He did not remain limp for long. Her tongue and palate massaged his thick member until he stood proud again. He expected her to stop and either mount him or demand that he mount her. But she continued to suck and stroke him.

"I, Louisa, I, I'm about to ..." Gordon warned.

"Mm hmm; give me that cum," she cooed, tongue snaking out and toying with his cock.

"I, oh, augh, I God!" Gordon groaned then cried out as he pumped a hot load into her mouth.

"Mm, I, oh, oh Gordie, I, that, that was great," she enthused, finally pulling her mouth from his slowly wilting cock.

She kissed him and smiled a wide smile of pleasure. Then she leaned against him, her small hand gripping his cock.

"Know how many guys won't kiss a girl after she's had his jizz in her mouth?" she asked.

Gordon had not thought of that when she'd kissed him. He had a hot, sexy preggo that was leaning her heavy body against him, kissing him and he had reacted with kisses of his own.

"Want the exact number or can I round up?" he joked and she laughed.

"But how, how DO I feel about..." Gordon wondered, his cock responding to her slow, gentle hand job.

He leaned over and kissed her softly. His hand went to her breast and she purred into their kiss. He softly pulled away and bent to suck on her nipple.

"Oh, oh Gordie," she sighed.

His hand now went to her luscious buttock. She giggled and gave a little shimmy to her rear end. He smiled and kissed her mouth again while squeezing her buttock.

"Like my big old butt, huh?" she asked, again giving a little shimmy shake to her rear end.

"I want, I love that sweet, sweet butt of yours," Gordon declared.

Even in his limited exposure to the opposite sex, Gordon was astute enough to refrain from using the word 'big' while talking about her wide haunches. Even though Louisa had called her buttocks 'big old butt' Gordon knew better than to agree with her.

"Yeah? And what you want to do with my sweet butt?" Louisa asked, smiling.

"I want to eat it. I want to slap it. I want to fuck it," Gordon blurted out.

"Gordie!" she gasped.

She kissed him hungrily, her small fist tugging his cock. She bit down on his bottom lip for a long moment.

"Okay," she purred, releasing his cock.

"Okay?" Gordon queried.

"I, you, you can fuck me up the butt," she agreed, wiggling away for a moment. "I like, I mean, I only had it that one time, but I kind of liked it so..."

She stopped wiggling and looked at his stupefied face. She laughed happily at his reaction and rolled toward him once more to kiss him again.

"Lube's in the top left drawer," she declared, pointing to the low dresser. "I was going to get it, but it's a whole bunch easier for you to get in and out of this bed."

The bed rocked and swayed wildly when he scrambled out of the bed. Opening the low dresser drawer she'd indicated, Gordon found two bottles of lubricant. One was unopened and the opened one was still fairly full.

"Tropical..." Gordon asked, reading the bottle.

"It uh, its edible lube," Louisa admitted.

"Edible..." Gordon mused as he brought the bottle back to the bed.

He knee-walked to where she waited, slumped against the mound of pillows. After some heated kisses, he helped her to roll onto her knees. She put her shoulders to the bed and reached back to pry her ample buttocks open for him.

"Nuh uh," she said when she heard the bottle top pop open. "You said you was going eat my butt first. Get eating."

Gordon mashed the top shut on the bottle and knee-walked to where Louisa waited. Her fingers were digging into her fleshy globes; her flesh was showing streaks of reddened flesh.

Her light brown star winked at him as he brought his face close. Underneath her brown star, her bald slit leaked her excitement down her inner thighs.

"Mm, oh!" she grunted when he licked from her bald slit upward.

"Ack! I uh, oh Gordie," she grunted as he slobbered his tongue back and forth over her spicy little rosebud.

He then tried to force his tongue into her spicy, earthy anus. She shuddered and barked something unintelligible as he worked two fingers into her pussy while tonguing her anus.

She then screamed out when he accidentally mashed his thumb against her clitoris. He continued to tongue her anus while finger fucking her squelching pussy. She screamed and shuddered in another climax, slumping forward slightly as her hands fell away from her buttocks.

"You, you got, I, you, you need to fuck me," she panted out, waving her hand as if to wave a pesky mosquito away.

Sitting back on his heels, Gordon grabbed the bottle of lubricant. Looking up, he could see her drooling pussy, her shiny anus and blasted a load of semen onto her thick thighs.

"I what, what is, Gordie, what did you do?" she asked, reaching back and scraping some of his semen from her left leg.

"I, I came," he mumbled, now embarrassed.

"You, just, just from licking my ass?" she asked, now trying to peer at him over her shoulder.

"I uh, yeah, yeah," he admitted.

"Oh Gordie!" she squealed, laughing happily. "Oh baby, I love you, you hear?"

He squirted some of the odd-smelling unguent into the palm of his left hand and coated two fingers in the slimy substance. He brought the two fingers to her rosebud and slowly traced around and around her tightly clenched anus. Slowly, his embarrassment waned and he felt his cock swelling to full hardness once more.

"Augh, I, oh yes," she grunted as he slowly pressed his index and middle fingers into her resisting orifice.

Gordon was grateful for the Internet. He'd read enough stories, watched enough anal sex pornography to know that the anus needed a lot of lubrication. He knew it needed time to stretch in order to accommodate his girth.

"Can't just jam it in there," he said, watching his fingers sliding into her struggling hole.

"Oh, oh this, you mmng!" she grunted, pushing herself back to meet his fingers' forward thrusts.

Gordon coated his fingers once more, now including his ring finger. He clumped the three fingers together, pressing them into her sweet little pucker. Once he was in as far as he could push them into her, he slowly spread the fingers apart.

"Augh, I, oh Gordie, I, you I love you," she shuddered, panting as he slowly fucked her ass with his fingers.

"Love, love you too," Gordon admitted, feeling that he might actually love this odd, impetuous, sexy and very, very demanding pregnant woman.

Pulling his slimy fingers from her quivering rectum, Gordon coated his cock with the oddly sweet and tangy smelling lubricant. He'd not noticed it before, but there was a slight numbing agent in the lubrication and Gordon was grateful for that slight edge as he pressed his aching cock against her rapidly constricting anus.

"Aught! I, oh God," she groaned as he pressed firmly against her protesting anus.

Gordon ground his teeth, trying to remember the breathing exercises Coach Drummond was always blathering on and on about. He felt her anus give way and a fraction of an inch slid into her tight anal sheath.

"In through the nose, out through the mouth," Coach Drummond would bark. "Four seconds in, hold it, then let it out for four seconds."

"Augh! Now, why, why the fuck we had do it like, damn, oh damn, this is..." Gordon thought as inch after inch of his fat cock pushed into her wiggling bowels.

He held onto her wide hips as he pushed into her. Underneath him, she grunted, wheezed and panted. Pulling his right hand from her hip, he reached and began fondling her hanging breasts. She gurgled something, pressing his hand firmly against her chest.

"Oh! Oh, no, I oh, Gordie!" she squealed when he reached his left hand around and diddled her clitoris.

She gasped, grunted, then cried out in climax, Gordon made the mistake of looking down and seeing his cock buried in her stretched and shiny brown ring.

"Aw Jesus!" he complained as he began spurting heavily into her guts.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh Gordie," she panted as he grunted and groaned through a monumental ejaculation.

"Oh! Oh God, I, I need, Gordie, help me out of bed; I need to poop," Louisa ordered as Gordon was slowly pulling his soiled cock from her greasy hole.

Gordon assisted her from the swinging bed, then followed her into the bathroom. He jumped into her shower and quickly rinsed his slimy cock clean of their filth.

She was gone when he stepped out of her large walk-in shower.

"I got Chocolate Swirl ice cream from Ichabod's," she said when he padded into the bedroom. "Don't know why but I love that stuff. Normally? I hate chocolate, but their Chocolate Swirl is the best."

"How can you hate chocolate?" he smiled, following her nude body down the hall.

"Don't know. Just always have," she admitted, getting two large bowls from the cabinet.

After they managed to polish off the two large soup bowls filled beyond the rim with the sweet, decadent ice cream, Louisa made a big show of bending to put their bowls into the dishwasher. She wiggled her impressive haunches at him, then smiled a satisfied little smile.

"Admit it; you love me," she demanded then grabbed his hand, pulling him from the kitchen table.

"I admit it," he agreed, once more grabbing her right hand in his right hand so that he could fondle her buttocks with his left hand.

"I love you too," she declared, turning the light off in the bedroom.

Soft recessed lights illuminated the swaying bed. Gordon helped Louisa into the bed, then crawled into the bed after her. She helped him pull the fluffy pink comforter up, softly kissed him and wished him a good night.

"Good ni... erk!" he said, then grunted when she ducked under the covers and took his flaccid cock into her mouth.

He was surprised, shocked really when she managed to coax an ejaculation from his balls; he thought they were drained completely. Then, rolling over, she wiggled her butt against him and demanded he hold her while they slept.

"I love you," she declared once more.

Louisa Jane Stitt snored. She would have been mortified to discover this fact; it was a deep, rumbling snore. The snoring was due to her pregnancy, but still, she would have been quite upset to learn of this fact.

Gordon was exhausted and managed to fall asleep. He roused when she needed to go to the bathroom. He roused again when she woke him from his deep, comfortable sleep with a blow job.

"How you like your eggs?" she asked. "And, you like bacon or sausage or both?"

"Both or either," he said, softly kissing her, even though she'd just had his cock in her mouth. "Scrambled is fine, I guess."

After breakfast, she pulled him onto her balcony. At first, he was a little nervous, being outside in the nude but she assured him, they were on the seventh floor. From the parking lot of the Ichabod's Grocery Store, any customer would have to have a pair of binoculars to be able to see them as they enjoyed a cup of coffee on the comfortable furniture.

"Plus that," she assured him. "You got nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Thanks," he smiled but still kept a wary eye on the ground below.

"Tell you what," Louisa tittered. "Let's give them something to look at."

"Huh?" he asked, looking from the lush forest beyond the grocery store to where she sat.

She was looking at him, her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. Her eyes shifted from his eyes down to his quickly expanding cock. With a smirk, she stood, squatted over his cock and allowed him to slip into her pussy.

"Oh, Gordie!" she sighed contentedly then leaned forward and kissed him.

Gordon forgot to worry if anyone could see them as she bounced happily on his erection. They kissed a few times, then Gordon began to hungrily gnaw on her nipples; alternating from left to right, from right to left.

"Oh, oh God, Gordie!" she mewled in climax.

After lunch, Gordon insisted she allow him to do some studying, complete an assignment for his Statistics class. While he labored, she lounged in her bed, napping.

"I uh, so, you, you taking me back tonight or..." Gordon asked as she served a pasta primavera for supper.

"What time is your first glass?" Louisa asked, taking a sip of her sparkling water.

"Nine. World Economics with Professor Boone," Gordon said. "Guy's like a hundred years old but he is a total genius. Sharp as a tack."

"I'll get you there in time," she promised.

"Good thing the maid's coming tomorrow," Louisa giggled as they entered the bedroom. "Get the lube; I'll be right back.

"Thank God tomorrow's a school day," Gordon though, sure that there was no skin left on his cock or any semen left in his balls.

But the thought of sliding into her very tight, sweet ass had the desired effect. He stood next to the bed, bottle in hand when she waddled from the bathroom. She kissed him and smiled happily as he helped her onto the heavily stained comforter. Then he followed her sweet ass as she crawled to the mound of pillows.

Gain, he lubricated her star with two, then three fingers. She grunted, groaned, then ordered him to fuck her.

"I, oh, oh God, I, I love you," she declared as his cock pressed into her, popping past her sphincter.

"Mm hmm," he moaned his agreement as her rectal walls squeezed, milked his cock.

"Say it," she panted as she drove herself back to meet his forward progress.

"Say, mmng, say what?" Gordon asked, amazed that he was already balls deep in her anal sheath.

"Say you love me," she ordered, squeezing her anal ring snugly around the base of his cock.

"I love you," he agreed.

"Mm, I oh, oh God yes, God yes, God yes!" she cried out and shuddered in climax.

"You crazy ass woman," Gordon thought as he hammered her slimy ass for several long strokes.

"Jesus, you, come, come on, Baby," Louisa ordered then shuddered in orgasm as Gordon diddled her clitoris.

"Aarrgh, I oh God!" Gordon cried out and spent a thin dribble of semen into her bowels.

Again, he needed to clean himself. First, he assisted her down from the wildly swaying bed. She scampered into the bathroom to use the bidet while he stepped into her shower.

In the morning, she prepared a simple breakfast sandwich of bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs and American cheese between two thick slices of white bread. Then she handed him the keys to her Ferrari.

"It's got the student parking pass on the windshield; pass is good until August ninth," she said. "What time you get out of class today?"

"Last class is at one, two. Two o'clock. I get out at two o'clock," Gordon said, staring at the keys in his hand.

"Okay. So, see you at two? No, two thirty," Louisa said, kissing him, then waddling back to the bedroom.

"I, yeah," I guess," Gordon said, still staring at the keys.

In between his World Economics class and his Statistical Analysis class, Gordon took the time to go shower, shave, and put on some clean clothes. He and his roommate avoided any conversation which was fine by Gordon. He just did not know what to say to the hotly blushing young man.

At two nineteen that afternoon, Gordon was trying to understand the elevator system in the basement when the door chimed and slid open for him.

"Hi, Sweetheart," Louisa smiled as Gordon stepped out of the elevator onto the seventh floor.

"I, man! Should have seen the looks I was getting," Gordon enthused, trying to hand the keys to the Ferrari to her.

"Hang onto them; oh! That, that's a beautiful shirt, that looks so good on you," Louisa said, running her fingers over his lavender colored polo style shirt.

"Thanks," he smiled. "You know what? This, this is the first time I've ever seen you in clothes."

"Like it?" she giggled, twirling so he could admire her baby blue colored dress.

"Yeah; you, it looks beautiful on you. Then again, I bet you make anything look beautiful," he agreed.

Over a spicy tofu stir fry, Gordon asked about the baby. Louisa smiled and shook her head 'No.'

"It's being adopted," Louisa announced.

"I, what? You, you're just going..." Gordon stammered, stunned.

"Gordie, I'm only eighteen," she reminded him. "And I want to finish college. After that? Who knows?"

She kissed him as she grabbed their plates. He watched her rump wiggle away as she brought the dishes into the kitchen.

"I might meet some really sweet boy, get married, have three or four kids," Louisa's voice floated to the dining room.

"Her nonchalant, cavalier attitude toward her own baby rankled him. Finishing his glass of wine, Gordon was about to charge into the kitchen to confront her about her insensitive attitude toward a baby, a wonderful innocent little baby.

"Confront her? About what? Dude, that's not your baby," Gordon reminded himself. "And, just because you're fucking her, damn what a freak for up the ass, but just because you're fucking her, is, is this really love?"

He used the dining room to study; Professor Bertrand was notorious for introducing a new subject then immediately giving a pop quiz the very next day. Quietly, Louisa served them large bowls of Ichabod's Chocolate Swirl ice cream. He smiled at her and was rewarded with a genuine smile and a soft, ice cream flavored kiss.

"You know, I'm a big fan of Ichabod's Caramel Chunks, but this swirl stuff is pretty good too," Gordon said, glancing from the screen of his laptop to her pretty face.

"No. What you mean is, you USED to be a fan of their horrible Caramel Butt Chunks until I gave you a bowl of this unbelievable Chocolate Swirl," Louisa corrected and smiled when he laughed out loud.

"I guess that's exactly what I meant," he agreed.

Once more, in the morning, she fed him then told him to take the Ferrari to school. She said she might be out when he returned; she had a doctor's appointment at one forty five that afternoon.

"You, what? You would, Gordie, why would you want to go with me to a doctor's appointment?" she asked, genuinely puzzled when he offered to skip his last class to go with her to the Ob/Gyn.

"I uh, well, I guess because I'm an idiot," he mumbled.

"No, seriously; why would you want to go with me?" she asked, hugging him at the door of the condo.

"I uh, I because I, I love you?" he asked.

"Oooohh," she said slowly.

"Forget it," Gordon said, shuffling toward the elevator.

Coming out of the last class, Gordon saw a gorgeous young Asian-American girl staring at the Ferrari, unhappy scowl on her golden brown face. She stepped back, almond eyes opened wide when Gordon opened the driver's door.

"Oh! I uh, I thought this was uh this girl," the young girl stammered. "I thought this was Louisa's car."

"Nope. Mine," Gordon said, not bothering to admit that it was in fact Louisa Stitt's automobile.

"I uh, oh, okay, I uh, I mean, that, that's her heart keychain," the girl stammered, looking at the distinctive keychain in Gordon's hand.

"Yeah? When I got the car, it came with it. Thought it looked cute so hung onto it," Gordon said, closing the door on any other words the girl might have had to say.

Louisa was home when he came in. She was nude and insisted Gordon get naked as well.

"That? That was Jamie," Louisa said, making a face when Gordon described the Asian-American girl that had been staring at the Ferrari. "One date. We had one date and she acts like we're married or something."

"You uh, date a lot of girls?" Gordon asked, cock becoming hard at the thought of the pregnant little sexpot and another girl kissing, touching, pleasuring one another.

"No; not really. But early pregnancy? Hormones all out of whack? Had a few hookups; you like chicken fried steak?" Louisa asked.

"Good God, what a segue!" Gordon laughed.

"You like that?" she giggled, already seasoning the two large cube steaks.

"Yeah, like that," he smiled, carrying his backpack and laptop into the dining room, his unofficial study area.

After supper, as he labored to complete his Statistical Analysis assignment, she carried two bowls of ice cream into the dining room. He looked up when he noticed that his bowl had a very generous amount of Ichabod's Caramel Chunks ice cream. She smiled happily as she spooned some Chocolate Swirl into her ravenous mouth.

"Thank you," he said.

"Welcome. Now, hurry up; I want to make love," she ordered.

He gave himself brain freeze and was sure he would need to correct his assignment before handing it in. Then, he followed her naked buttocks to their bedroom.

"Mm! Ice cream and cock cream!" she enthused as he presented his hard cock for her mouth.

Sixty nine was not really feasible with her large belly. But finger fucking her was very enjoyable while she noisily sucked and slurped on his erection.

"You know, after I have the baby?" she cooed, pausing in her sucking and stroking of his member. "This is all you get for what? Five or six weeks?"

"Oh no!" he mock-whined. "Fantastic blow jobs? From someone that loves giving blow jobs? Damn it! It, it's just not fair!"

"I think that's what I love about you the most," she said, stroking him with her small hand while her other hand fondled his heavy balls.

"That I hate blow jobs?" he asked, diddling her clitoris.

"Augh, I, uh, uh no, no. That, mmng, that you make me laugh," she groaned, teetering on the brink of climax.

After sucking him to climax, she insisted he get her back door ready. He helped her to roll onto her hands and knees, then fetched the rapidly dwindling bottle of Tropical Passion lubricant.

"What, mmng, what you love about me?" she asked as he fingered her rectum, applying lubricant to her hole.

"That you're a complete slut; God damn I have never met anyone so ready and willing to fuck," Gordon thought.

"Well, I mean, at first? I was really physically attracted to you. But after that? Finding out how much fun you are?" Gordon said aloud.

He left out how demanding and bossy she was. He said nothing about her cold detachment toward her baby. He did not give voice to his concerns; would he be attracted to her if they had met anywhere else but during a Nude Day celebration.

She was unsatisfied by his somewhat bland declarations. True to her bossy nature, she demanded more details. Gordon's erection began to wilt, even as his fingers plumbed her anal depths.

Louisa, yeah, at first it was just a real intense physical, purely sexual attraction," he said. "Then, getting to know you, a little bit about you? Some real feelings began to develop. Now? Each moment I'm with you, I find more and more that I'm attracted to."

"Above all, though is that I love that fine, fine ass of yours," Gordon thought as his cock once more swelled to full erection.

On August eight, Gordon and Darren cleaned their dorm room. Neither young man said anything to the other as they silently packed their belongings, did a visual check, then left the room.

On August Twenty fifth, despite Louisa's protests and demands, Gordon secured a dorm room on the third floor. His explanation that he needed to have a dorm room to satisfy the terms of one of his student loans did mollify her somewhat. The truth was, Gordon was unsure how much longer he could stand to be around the increasingly demanding, immature and petulant young woman. He was unsure how much longer Louisa would put up with having him in her condo.

He loved the brand new silver Alfa Romeo Giulia Ti she'd purchased for him. He loved the several outfits she'd bought for him. He was sure he was pre-diabetic; there were three half-gallon containers of Ichabod's Caramel Chunks ice cream in her freezer at all times. And she craved sex, demanded sex, and even woke him in the middle of the night because she wanted sex.

Louisa was paranoid, insecure, clinging one moment, demanding to see his cell phone because she was sure he was cheating on her. The next moment she was cold, aloof, and standoffish.

"God, I, I can't wait," she groaned more than once, indicating her big, beautiful pregnant belly.

"You and me both," Gordon thought, even as he smiled in sympathy and applied Vitamin E cream to her belly. "Maybe after you drop this kid into the world you'll quit being such a stark raving bitch."

On October twentieth, five days past her due date, Louisa woke him, a chilling fear in her big brown eyes. He kissed her, reassured her with soothing words as he helped her dress, and then helped her down to the basement garage. She insisted on taking her BMW and he hurried back upstairs for the correct key. For this, she berated him for leaving her, frightened and alone in the basement garage.

He held her hand, sponged her sweaty face, spoke softly to her while she grunted, screamed and sobbed through the relatively easy birth. He congratulated her then was finally able to leave to raid a vending machine for a stale granola bar and another vending machine for a Coke.

"You're spoiled," he admitted to himself as he finished his insufficient breakfast. "She's been making you breakfast and now you have no idea what to do."

"Congratulations, the baby is..." Gordon said, walking into her semi-private room at the Norwill University Medical Center.

"I don't care. I don't want to know," she snapped, then suddenly burst into heart wrenching sobs.

"I, I do care. I do want to keep him. Her. Whatever it is. I want my baby," she wailed, hugging him fiercely.

"Then..." he started to say.

"No! No! No!" she screamed. "I, I can't! I Won't!"

"Ma'am! Mrs. Kessler!" a nurse barked, striding into the room.

"Sorry, sorry," Louisa sniffled. "It's just that..."

"Mrs..." Gordon asked when the nurse left the room.

"What?" Louisa asked, wiping her snotty face with the back of her hand.

"That, she, she called you..." Gordon said.

"Don't ask me, Gordie. You're the one brought me in here," Louisa said, snuffling.

A moment later, she lay back against the pillow on her bed. She smiled softly as he gently smoothed the hair back from her face.

"But I kind of liked the sound of it," Louisa admitted.

She pulled him down for a hungry kiss. Her breath was horrendous but Gordon's was sure his was not much better.

"And, soon as I'm cleared? We need to see about having us a baby," she whispered. "OUR baby."

"I uh, oh, oh yeah?" Gordon asked, feeling his cock swell.

The End

**Author's Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment.

I thank you for reading my stories. I especially thank those that take the time to leave comments, good and bad. I also thank those that take the time to rate my works, those that 'Favorite' my words.

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Barry Dunbar, the father of Louisa's baby is a minor character in 'Bonfire on the Edge of Summer' in the Lesbian Sex category.

Doug, Darren's hot little hook up is a major character in 'Beach Bum Pick Up' in the Gay Male category. The red head that Gordon spots Darren kissing in the auditorium is Brandon Costa, the primary character in 'Beach Bum Pick Up.'

Louisa Stitt is the half-sister of Lloyd Stitt, the primary character in '$500 Tip' in the Anal category.

The Carrie Hebert sketch in the living room is described in 'Painting Pearls' in the Lesbian Sex category.

The Raggedy Girl on the bed is from Alana's Playtime. The doll comes complete with 8 inch dildo with Buzzy Buzz; the origins are described in 'Alana's Playtime' in the Lesbian Sex category.

The origins of the pink unicorn is in '101 Avila Road' in the Toys & masturbation category.

The artist of the two paintings in Louisa's bedroom, Coleen O'Connor is mentioned in 'Extrasensory deprivation' in the Anal category.

Have a swell day. And some of you, have a swollen day.