Trouble

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Mac was in trouble, she had always been starved for attention as her mother was a complete mess and she had never known her father. So when her first real boyfriend wanted sex she had given in. He had known before she did and dumped her without a second thought. Her mother was more involved in keeping the bills paid to notice.

So here Mackenzie was fresh out of high school, had been unable to get a summer job because of her condition and now the unthinkable happened. Her mother had finally shacked up with one of her lovers and she was homeless.

Luckily she had bought a car and was able to store her stuff in there. Winter was coming and she wouldn't be able to live in her car for much longer. She was concerned about prenatal care as her body began to show her condition and after spending all day looking for work she was sitting on a bench crying for the first time.


So Mackenzie is 18, about 4 months pregnant, no job, living in her car, no support system, long dark hair that hides her face. Pale skin, short and her body is begining to show her condition.

 

[Wolk]

It was five thirty and Steve was walking back home through the park like he always did since getting this job fresh out of college two months ago. He got his own flat about that long ago, too, matching the location to his first job. Life was great and the beautiful fall weather underscored his matching mood.

Suddenly he heard sobs and, looking at the direction of the sound, saw a woman crying her eyes out, as though something horrible had happened. Like many men Steve could not stay indifferent when a woman cried. This time, too, his heart sank slightly, at the sight of her misfortune and he wanted to make it stop, to make her smile and see how beautiful life is, just like he was a second ago.

He approached and sat down next to her, pulling his handkerchief out and holding it out for her, he smiled reassuringly. He didn't have anything to say yet, but hoped the supportive expression on his face and the smile would make her feel better. That, or she would beat him with something heavy, especially if he looked similar to the asshole that drove her to her present state. Her face seemed familiar, but now her eyes were red and the skin around them swallen from tears, and he couldn't say for sure.

"Whatever it is, it's not worth a single tear off your beautiful eyes." He said.

 

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Mackenzie

She wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry as she looked up at the familiar face and took the hankerchief. Then she was both laughing and crying. She must look really bad, a jacket barely held together, t-shirt that was worn thin, jeans that had once been loose but now were snug. She continued laughing and crying as she couldn't recall last time she'd bought clothes and that sooner or later none of her clothes would fit. Heck she wasn't wearing a bra because the few she still had irritated her nipples.

"You look familiar," she said as she offered the dirty wet crumpled hankerchief back. She was trying to remember her last real bath, he smelled really good, clean, crisp, and sweet.

 

[scarface132]

introduction

(I pass through the park for seemingly the twelth time today. This time I am going to speak to her, I am trying so hard to convince the shy person inside)

I tell myself, I am a man damnit. 31 years old, average looking if not better, good job, blonde hair blue eyes, sensitive and caring. If she tells me to screw myself, it is her loss, right?

Do I really believe this? I think to myself)

"You're doing it again, Jarrod." I say out loud. Just go up to the girl and say something.... ANYTHING!"

(As I am about to approach the park bench you have sitting on for hours, I see you are not alone. My timid smile fades quickly and our eyes meet as you see a very hurt look on my face. )

(You have seen me several times today, although I don't know that. )

(To me, it's the first time, and you've caught me at a bad moment, I am staring, but not meaning to, and my eyes are trying to look away as I contemplate running, walking.. hell whatever it takes to get out of this emberassing situation, but my feet our stuck, as if in cement) I force myself to move, but not before managing a shy smile and then I start to walk away slowly, as if every step, hurts to take)

 

[Wolk]

"You look familiar,"

He took the napkin back from her.

"That is because I am, silly." There was now no doubt in his mind who she was. "Mac, we used to play together." He took her trembling palm between his firm hands, squeezing it gently. "Mackenzie-fansy-pansie." He reiterated an old teaser from their childhood. "You were always so happy... and look at you now..." Every word made blood pour over his heart. "Mac, what happened?"

 

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Mac

Part of her wanted to deny that anything was wrong, but she was hormonal already crying and just glad to see a friendly face. Between tears and sniffles she somehow managed to tell him the whole story, being kicked out of her home, the pregnancy not being able to get a job since she was pregnant.

"I'm so pathetic," she finally sobbed out and buried her face in a fresh hanky.

 

[Wolk]

"My God, Mackie! How terrible!" Steve hugged her gentle figure, pulling her face into his shoulder where she could cry out her horrible desperation.

"It's alright, Mackie. It's going to be OK." His hand caressed her back reassuringly, feeling her sob into his shoulder.

"Mackie, you can't stay like this. You are going to turn into one of those poor homeless souls and freeze somewhere by mid-winter. Look at you, you already are." Steve immediately cursed himself for saying the last sentence, as it only caused her sobs to intensify, the poor girl drowing in an ocean of self-pity, which was anything but helpful in her situation.

"OK, look." He held her firmly by the shoulders and shook, gazing into her eyes deeply. "We're gonna get you out of this, Mackie, you hear?! My flat is a few minutes from here. You're gonna come with me and get yourself together. Get your clothes washed, rest on a nice comfy couch, get a hot bath with little bubbles." He smiled saying the last part. "Get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow, you will feel a lot better, you'll see, and I'm sure we'll figure some way out of this." Seeing indecision in her eyes still, he added passionately: "I'm not just going to let you and your baby freeze on the street, Mackie!"

 

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Maggie

"I," she was still stammering and crying between words, "Don't know how to thank you." Or repay him she thought as she finally stood up and was amazed that she still could. A hot bath, or a long long shower. Heck right now a plush bathrobe would suit her just fine. she didn't speak much as they headed for his apartmen. "Thank you," she whispered again as they faced the door.

 

[Wolk]

"Don't know how to thank you."

He heard between sobs. He smiled. That ment she accepted his help. He feared she would be too proud for that, prefering to stay on the street, but not take any "pity giveouts" from anyone.

"Thank me by getting better," Steve said. "Come on, I'll show you the way."

He led her to his appartment building, his hand hugging around her shoulder. They didn't say much, Mackie probably overwhelmed with emotions and Steve figuring it was better to just let her "cry it out" for now.

Unlocking the door, Steve heard her thank him. "Any time, Mackie! You'd do the same for me." He smiled, holding the door open. "Come on in, make yourself at home."

Steve helped her out of her jacket, his eyes somehow drawn to her full unrestrained breasts that were painfully clear under her thin worn T-shirt. Realizing he was staring, he looked away, shamefully. He should be helping her, not tring to get into her pants!

"The bathroom is over there, if you like, and I'm going to get some food prepared in the meantime. How does mac and cheese sound?" He smiled, seeing the hungry expression on her face and taking it for a yes. He went into the kitchen and began to cook.

 

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Mackenzie

She was feeling better all ready and was glad he offered some simple comfort food like Mac N cheese. She had not been eating like she should, scrounging food here and there.

She headed for bathroom and caught a glance at herself in the mirror. She looked filthy, she barely recognized herself and as she filled the tub and poured in a liberal amount of bubbles, she sought out a spare tooth brush.

She found one still in the package, probably his spare but right now, it was like a gift from Santa. She brushed her teeth as the tub filled, standing in front of the mirror naked. Her clothing was dingy and after brushing her teeth she put them in the sink to soak in some soapy water.

Mac took one last look in the mirror noticing the changes in her body. Her breasts were fuller now, nipples dark wine colored and much more sensitive. Her belly was just begining to pouch out and she ran her hand over her belly. She suddenly felt optomistic about the future as she stepped into the tub.

She soaked for a while before begining to scrub, it was then that she noticed how terrible her nails looked and made a mental note to hunt for a pair of clippers. She washed her long dark hair, for once it felt nice and silky again.

Mac was begining to get pruney and the water cooling off as she finally stepped out of the tub. She grabbed a plush towel and luxuriated in the feel of it. She patted her breasts dry and toweled the rest of her body. She finger combed her hair and was looking for a robe or something to wear.

 

[Wolk]

Steve prepared the food and served it on the kitchen table, adding some greens on the side of the steamy plates. Since she was still in the bathroom, he took the opportunity to change out of his work clothes into the usual T-shirt and shorts he always wore at home.

He saw her come out wearing his bathrobe, that was too big for her wrapping her small frame in a fluffy cushion. She looked like a completely new person now, as though she was just reborn. Even her back was straighter, not bent under the terribly heavy burden like it was half an hour ago.

"Feeling better?" He smiled, motioning an invitation to the table. "You look great, Mackie."

He enjoyed the food, eating with appetite, but even more than that he enjoyed seeing a week smile on her face - the first yet.

 

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Mackenzie

She felt cocooned in the large bathrobe and hoped that the belt would remain snugly tied for the evening. She ate with gusto and was a little embarassed about her table manners as she watched him eating slowly.

"I guess I was hungrier than I thought," Mac thought about how she could help him, she was a decent cook but she had hating cooking as she had cooked every decent meal in her life. She was wondering where she would sleep.

He had been extremely generous already, but she wondered how far that would go. She felt better now that she had eaten, but there was so much she should have done by now and she was trying to remember if she had even mentioned that she was pregnant in the mass of tears and being homeless and everything else. She must have told him? hadn't she?

 

[Wolk]

She looked even happier than before now that she has eaten. That put a smile on Steve's face as well. They talked a little trying to catch up on the big gap in their contact, but it seemed to burden her a little, although she tried not to show it, glad to provide a pleasant conversation if he wanted.

"You look tired, Mackie." He said, standing up and putting a hand on her shoulder. "You take my bed whenever you feel like resting, alright?" He smiled. "I'm... I'm gonna sleep on the floor tonight." She tried to object, but he insisted. "There is two of you now," he smiled. "Besides, I wouldn't be a gentlemen if I made a lady sleep on the floor!"

With that, he left her, going into his storage closet to try and dig out an old sleeping bag he thought he still had. 'I really should get a couch,' he thought.

 

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Mackenzie

She protested about the sleeping arrangement, after all he had to wake up and go to work, she had been cramped in her car for what seemed like forever.

She went into his bedroom and searched out a nice white cotton t-shirt to wear as pajamas. She laid down on the bed and sought out a comfortable position to sleep. She tossed and turned, it was going to be one of those nights where she was so tired, but couldn't sleep. Sometimes she thought if she closed her eyes she would open them to find herself cold and alone. She finally decided her back was killing her, it wasn't used to a nice bed. Mac thought maybe a cup of hot cocoa would help her sleep and slipped out of the bed and to the kitchen.

 

[Wolk]

The sleeping bag may have existed in his imagination, but it sure was not in the closet, Steve concluded upon searching it top to bottom. So, he had to resort to just using a blanket and the carpet instead. It was, of course, anything but comfortable and he never did fall asleep. Time went by and he just tossed and turned, trying to find a position in which the surprisingly solid floor did not cause him discomfort. In vain.

He heard her get up and go to the kitchen, figuring he might as well join her, since sleep did not seem like a very probable outcome. He found her filling the kettle up.

"Make one for me too, please." He said, startling her, apparently, because she jumped up a little. "Mac? It's alright, it's just me." He smiled. "Can't sleep?" He asked the rethorical question, sitting down at the kitchen table.

 

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"It feels like a dream. I think that if I go to sleep I'll wake up cold and alone." Mackenzie was glad she was standing behind the island that seperated the kitchen from the dining area. The t-shirt was comfortable and it didn't irritate her tits, just caressed them, and the shirt was not that long, if she were her usual size it would be barely long enough to cover her dark fine pussy hairs. Being pregnant though it didn't quite make it. She hadn't thought of that until now though.

"It's also that new place, no teddy bear thing." She laughed slightly, her mother had never bought her any toys but once for her birthday she had gotten a teddy bear and for a while he had gone everywhere with her. Then he just stayed in her bed and finally he was stashed in her trunk where no one could see him or steal him.

 

[Wolk]

"Oh, Mackie." He sighed, hearing what she said. He felt so bad about the poor girl - so beaten up and abused by life that she feared to lose the little things everyone took for granted the moment after she got them. He stood up and rounded the counter isle, hugging her shoulders tightly. He looked at her face, not yet noticing how she was dressed.

"Don't worry about that, princess. I'm here for you, I'm not going to let you wake up cold. Do you belive me?"

He kissed her forehead and held her body tightly to his, caressing her hair gently.

 

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Mackenzie

Even though the kiss and touch was friendly she found herself thinking of him as a teddy bear. He was warm and cuddly, and for an instant she pictured herself curled up next to him, or better yet him holding her.

Then she recalled how with her boyfriend it had been sex, then told to go home to sleep. Why had she ever put up with such crap? She had just wanted to be held and never realized she had mistaken sex for love.

She very nearly broke down crying, when she realized that the hug pressed her body into his and she felt an odd tingling sensation radiating from her nipples. Oh no, she thought, they are hardening again....

 

[Wolk]

Comforting her like this Steve forgot to pay attention to a lot of things - his mind too focused on her emotions to notice anything else. Suddenly he became aware of something hard pressing into his lower chest. This brought his mind back and next, he became aware that in his tight embrace her lovely large breasts were pressed into his chest tightly, feeling so wonderfully soft against him, even through two T-shirts.

Then what were the hard things poking into him? Her nipples?! Steve loosened the embrace, and held her a little bit away from him. His eyes dropped from her face, seeing the fabric outline her chest's lovely curves and her erect nipples push against it clearly visible. They were engorged. Then his eyes dropped even lower, seeing her beautiful exposed pussy framed by gentle hairs.

"Oh... I... I'm sorry... I..." He mumbled.

But was he? What a blatant lie. If he was sorry, why did he not look away? Why did he look mesmerized at her exposed beauty, admiring it like an ingenious piece of artwork that awakened strong feelings in an appreciative viewer? Why was his member inflating so rapidly?!

 

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Mackenzie

At first she was embarassed, her body had become much more sexually sensitive, and her sex drive had increased as well. Being on streets had distracted her from it most of the time, but right now, seeing him stammering. She was flattered, very flattered as she noticed his eyes had scanned downward. She wasn't sure exactly what to do, flirt? seduce? be friendly? hide? invite? She opted for invite and lifted herself to sit on the island her legs slightly parted.

"I guess I should have mentioned that my nipples have gotten super tender over the last couple of months. It's nothing to be embarassed about." She was casually trying to invite him to continue. Mac didn't want to be blatant or make him think she was just doing it because he had treated her nicely. One part of her regretted that he had not been her first lover and that she was not carrying his child instead. She stopped that train of thought and instead focused on the fact that there was a definite bulge in his shorts.

 

[Wolk]

Steve couldn't tear his eyes away from the sexy bush of silky soft hair between her legs. He always found pussy hair incredibly arousing, even though the latest fad was to shave completely. Her sitting up at the counter only gave him a better view and made his mind cloud with desire.

If he had thought about it properly, he certainly would never dare do what he did next. But he didn't think. Instead his body was controlled by desire. His hand cupped her big breast gently, feeling its shape its texture through the thin cotton T-shirt. He moved closer to her, his lips brushing gently against hers and then kissing lightly. He moaned, feeling a hot wave of desire rise in him, threatening to take over his body completely.

It took a supernatural effort to put it down and think again, but he did it. He moved back, looking away at the floor, afraid to even glance at her arousing body again for it could suck him back into the lusty void.

"Oh, God, Mackie, I'm so sorry. I... I didn't mean to do this to you... I can't... take advantage like this..."

At a loss for more words, Steve retreated to the living room and cocooned into his blanket on the floor. His breathing was rugged, cheeks flushed and the steel-hard member between his legs as big as it ever got. As much as he tried to act not like it, though, he was incredibly horny. He wanted her badly; wanted her beautiful furry pussy; wanted to make her squirm and moan in pleasure just by touching her sensitive breasts.

He pulled down his shorts and wrapped his hand around his hot member. Under the blanket he masturbated furiously, imagining he wasn't such a nice guy, imagining he did take advantage, imagining himself in the bed with her, his cock piercing her beautiful pussy. "Oh, Mackie." He moaned quietly.

 

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Maggie

She was stunned and shocked and excited all at same time, when he pulled away, apologized and nearly ran away, she was crushed. She must be the biggest loser on the planet, he obviously wanted sex, just not with a her, especially as she was pregnant.

She was obviously the most unlucky woman on the planet, she had been so careful with her boyfriend they had used condoms every time, even after she suspected she was pregnant. Right now she wanted to feel him inside her, uncovered hot flesh against hot flesh.

Damn it, she thought to herself as her tits began throbbing. She no longer wanted anything to drink and put everything away. She wanted him, and had one more idea, she would give it one more try before deciding that she was an undesirable loser. She searched and found what she needed. She walked down to where he was and thought she could hear him moaning? Was he doing what she thought he was doing?

"Steve," she whispered so soft she wondered if he had heard her. She had a pair of scissors in her hands. "Since neither of us can sleep I thought you could help me with something?"

Right now her idea seemed like a bad idea, and she was wavering between him having her cut the hair on her head rather than trimming her bush. She had wanted to trim it ever since her bath, the hair was fine silky and black but tender to be longer than she wanted and now that she was pregnant she wanted to make sure she kept herself clean and a trim would certainly do that. Either way she'd find out if he was repulsed by her or not.

 

[Wolk]

"Steve,"

He scrambled madly to try and hide what he was doing - when did she come in?! - but he didn't have time. His boxers stayed around his ankles, only the blanket covering his raging naked erection.

"Since neither of us can sleep I thought you could help me with something?"

He looked at her standing behind him. He had something in her hand, but that wasn't what he noticed. He was laying on the floor and she was standing, wearing only the T-shirt. The view of her beautiful pussy bush from his angle was breathtaking. After their encounter in the kitchen, after masturbating with her in his mind, Steve had no more strength to fight his desires. This was the last straw.

He stood up to his knees, the blanket falling and revealing his state, but more interestingly this put his face right against her pussy, only inches away.

"Oh, God, Mackie, I'm so sorry for what I'm doing. Please forgive me." Even as he spoke his hands hugged her, cupping her ass, and he leaned in to shower her beautiful furry pussy with kisses, moaning in pleasure, as he felt its softness, her little hairs tickling his face.

 

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Mac

Stunned, she could not have been more stunned....he did want her, and she wondered why he had been fighting it and then realized that if he had come on to her she probably would thought him pervert.

She barely managed to speak, "I was hoping you could give me a trim," as she dropped the small pair of scissors which clattered on the floor and she whispered, "You've done nothing wrong." She had barely noticed his cock as he had been a blur of motion, but now she did notice that his shorts were down around his ankles.
She didn't know what to say as she was still a little stunned by how he was kneeling in front of her, she was turned on and had no clue what to do. Sure she had given head, but her ex had never been too interested in reciprocating except to see if she was ready for sex.

 

[Wolk]

Steve stopped, hearing her voice, figuring she was upset at his perverted betrayal. But his face lit up when he realized what she said. He had done nothing wrong! He smiled at her happily, then remembered that her beautiful pussy was before his face, and eagerly buried said face in her pleasantly tickling muff.

His hands massaged her buttocks, while his lips and tongue tasted her, feeling her wetness. At him? It must be! Why is it so hard to believe?

His tongue slid into her, caressing her sensitive insides, accompanied by the moans the pleasure drew from her. He enjoyed every moment of it, but his cock was twitching and throbbing uncomfortably, demanding attention. He stood up along her, slowly running his hands up her back under the T-shirt as he did. He nearly screamed when his cock rubbed against her beaver on its way up; it eventually stopped, poking slightly above her furry mound. He pressed his pelvis into hers rubbing his balls and the lower side of his shaft over her pussy. His lips found hers and they joined in a long kiss.

"Oh, Mackie, I want you so bad!" He moaned loudly, rubbing his privates over hers even more vigorously.