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The break up had been a relief and I was glad to see the jackass out of my life forever. So when my flow was a little late and heavier than usual I attributed it to stress, but when my nipples started feeling tender and achy I went to my gyno. Great woman, and she told me the news, I had miscarried but for some reason my body still thought I was pregnant and my breasts were preparing to feed a baby. I was stunned, she offered me a shot but I wasn't prepared to make any sort of decision.

Maggie was driving home thinking about what had just happened, I had just lost a baby and all I could think about was my breasts. They were preparing to feed a baby. It was all she could think of as she pulled into her parking space.
 
Jack Carter


Jack gave a meager hello, as he went down to the parking lot outside of his apartment. He didn't exactly feel like giving an enthusiastic hello, or even a good hello, but the landlord deserved some sort of a hello, so for today, Jack went with a meager hello, to make sure things were ok. No points given, but then again, none taken away, he could live with that.

Stepping towards his car, the keys already out, ready to get in and spent another wonderful Friday alone, Jack stepped aside as another car parked in beside him.

That was odd. He thought the jerk from the place above him had left. He had heard several of the fights through his ceiling at night, and was relieved when the jackass finally left for good.

No, it wasn't him, coming back, begging for another shot at romance, although Jack had seen him do it many times before. It was MAggie actually.

Jack shot her a friendly smile, and gave her a much better hello than he did the landlord.

"Hey, how is everything?" He spoke carefully, seeing as how she had a stressed confused look around her.
 
Maggie

I was still in a stunned sort of haze, unable to think and at the same time, unable to ignore the strange feelings in my breasts. It was so confusing, my maternal instincts had been on an all time high the past few weeks and I hadn't given it much thought before. Right now I felt an odd mix of maternal and sexual desires.

Maggie was jolted out of my confused state, somehow I had gotten home safely and gotten out of my car. I looked towards the friendly voice and managed a smile. I tended to answer such questions honestly rather than giving the bland response expected, it made for interesting results.

"Just a disconcerting doctors appointment, nothing serious." I couldn't remember which apartment Jack lived in but she had a feeling he must be close to hers the way he looked at her as if he knew about her EX.
 
"Doctor's appointment? Hmmm, nothing serious, I hope."

Jack paused for a moment, forgetting why he had come out in the first place. He furrowed his brow, and followed around the other side of the car where Maggie stood.

"You sure you ok? Don't want me to make you some soup or something?"

She didn't look like she was sick. He couldn't imagine her having the flu or something, at least not with how well she looked. Still, there was concern there.

"I'm not doing much today, I could help you with whatever you need."
 
Maggie

Maggie found the offer of comfort majorly appealing. It was odd that while I had sexual urges, urges to get pregnant again, urges to nurse someone else back to health, part of me wanted to be taken care of and pampered. It was all so confusing, and having someone else cook sounded great. At the same time I wondered if I had the pregnant glow, my Doc had warned me about other secondary symptoms that had to do with hormones. Maggie felt like scarfing a pint of ice cream and crying.

"You know what, I have a serious craving for peanut butter fudge ice cream and a large italian sausage black olive pizza." Even as I said it, it sounded odd and had I really asked him to go out and get me food?

"I could really use a nice long bath, and then I wouldn't have to worry about having to get out of the tub to pay for pizza." I opened my purse looking for my wallet.
 
Pizza and ice cream? Maybe it wasn't sick after all, maybe losing her boyfriend hurt her a little harder, and she's just going through some problems. They seemed like comfort foods, although, Jack wasn't going to be the one to complain. It was a perfect date, more or less... and a perfect opportunity to spend some time with her.

He smiled, shaking his hand as she offered money, "You can just owe me next time."

Jack gave her a wink, and looked up at her apartment.

"Go in, have a nice long bath. I'll be back with both pizza and ice cream. Peanut butter fudge..."

It did sound good. Rich, but good.

He hopped into his car, first going to the pizza place. A simple order made, of a large deep dish with italian sausage and black olives. He ran over to a local grocery store, grabbing a half gallon of ice cream.

Back at the pizza place, they had it ready, fresh and hot for him. When he made it back to her place, knocking tentatively on the door, a half hour had lapsed.

"Still in the bath?" He asked, opening the door, stepping into her place, hot food wafting in after him.
 
Maggie

Maggie smiled and thanked him, it was nice to have anyone concerned about her. I headed up to my apartment and tossed my purse and keys on a shelf. I left the door unlocked so he could get in, and noticed my answering machine was blinking. I pushed the button and listened to my ex ranting, my mother calling concerned, and a friend asking if I wanted to do something tonight. I erased the messages and headed to the bathroom. I turned the water on added bubble bath and let the tub fill.

I stretched and headed to my bedroom and pealed off my clothing, my hand ran down over my belly, feeling sad for a moment, "I'm better off without a piece of him growing inside me." I whispered out loud, I ran my fingers through my thick dark brown hair and headed back to the bathroom. I smiled as I noticed I had already reverted to walking around naked as it was my place. The tub was getting full and I stepped into the warm water and watched the bubbles cover my body. The sensation of the tiny bubbles popping along the soft skin of my breasts was soothing. I soaked up the heat and never wanted to leave.

I closed my eyes and thought again about what my doc had said, "A shot will help reset your body, but if the symptoms aren't bothering you then you can choose to let your hormones work it out. I want to schedule a follow up in three weeks."

It all seemed as if it were happening to someone else, yet when my hands brushed her nipples they felt different. I heard a soft knock and wasn't sure if it was even my door until he spoke. I listened to his question and spoke just loudly enough to be heard, "I haven't managed to drag my butt out yet." I almost laughed at myself, but the pizza smelled fabulous.
 
"Take your time, it'll be here... although it's getting cold."

Jack took in a deep breath moving around to the kitchen. He put the ice cream in the fridge, and the pizza on a counter, taking out a couple of plates, and filling one of them with a few slices for himself.

He wandered around the apartment, glancing at different things, pictures on the wall, noticing some had recently been taken down. The bedroom door was slightly open, he glanced through the small crack, seeing her room, but not too much to notice. Smiling, he moved onto the living room.

A nice couch, entertainment system, looked advanced. Oh, music? He moved over to the stereo system, glancing at the handful of cd's on top of it.

"Ick... no," He sighed at the collection. Obviously they weren't hers. He moved down, finding some nice mellow jazz, and put it on. The living room erupted in sweet sax and simple piano. Jack Smiled, sitting back on the couch.

"Now, this isn't a bad way to spend an evening," He said to himself, taking a bite of pizza.
 
I soaked up the heat, but knew my fingers and toes were begining to get pruney, I slowly lifted myself out of tub standing for a while letting the remaining bubbles slide down my skin. I glanced in the mirror and saw myself, skin glowing depite being reddened by the heat of water, my nipples protruding, and my hair sticking to my shoulders in wet strands.

I stepped out of tub and wrapped found one towel, I sighed, I guess I had forgotten about laundry. The towel barely managed to cover my body leaving a gape along the side of my body. I opened the bathroom door and noticed he wasn't looking and dashed down the hall to her bedroom. I kicked the door mostly shut and slipped on a nightshirt, not really caring that my nipples showed and it just covered my butt. I just wanted to be comfortable, and as I never wore undies to bed I didn't even considering putting them on now.

The pizza smelled fabulous and I noticed he'd set out a plate for me. "Thanks, this is almost perfect."
 
"Almost?" Jack gave her a warm smile as she finally came out of her bedroom, wearing a wonderfully comfortable and attractive little thing. How bold, and delightful. He couldn't help but stare at her more favorable parts from time to time.

"Well, I do admit there are a couple of better ways to spend a Saturday night, but not many..."

Jack dug through the fridge, finding a couple of beers. He offered her one, and took one for himself.

"Well, there's some music in the other room, ice cream in the freezer, and cold alcohol. If there's anything else I can do..."

Jack winked, sitting back down on the couch, "Please let me know."
 
She smiled took a big bite of the slice and and sighed softly, "It's still nice and hot," she took the beer and traded it for a soda. She was a little surprised she even still had beer, it wasn't exactly to her tastes, probably something her ex had left behind.

"Other than a foot massage I think I'm in heaven." She moved to one of the oversized chairs and flicked on the stereo, oh the joys of remote controls she thought. She wasn't a dainty eater, nor did she sit in a very lady like manner, unaware of flashing skin as she tucked her legs up under her as she settled into the chair.
 
"Hmmm," Jack hummed to himself as he moved down to the floor next to her. He paused for a moment, his fingers close to her skin, begging to touch her. He felt aware of her just having taken a bath, so clean. Her skin soft, and he wanted to use the word supple, but it didn't quite fit... he didn't know what fit. If only there was a word that made his fingers ache.

Yes, there was... touchable. She looked touchable.

He smiled, "A foot massage," He ran his hand down her leg, passed the thigh, down her knee, his hand running across her ankle, and finally, like rain drops touched on the soles of her feet. He massaged it, gentle but firm, rubbing out kinks and problem spots, letting her little toes relax in his firm grip.

"Very tense. It's horrible. I imagine your back is just a tangle of knots."

He smiled, runnig his hands from her foot, up her calf, massaging the calf, rubbing the muscles deep.

"You all right?"
 
Maggie

"Feels amazing," she continued to eat her slice of pizza, he was right, her back was sore, she hadn't thought he'd actually act on her statement. "You're right, my lower back is still a mess, the hot bath went a long way towards loosening things up but it's' still tender."

She parted her legs slightly and was surprised that she could smell arousal. It was an instinctive act, as she tended to be fragrant and she had to be careful at times, but right after a bath she usually didn't have to think about it. For a moment she found herself looking at Jack like a purely sexual object. It took a few moments for her to clear her head and pray he hadn't noticed the slight musky aroma. She closed her legs shyly and smiled. "I have a bottle of coconut lotion lurkign around here somewhere."
 
"Lotion? All right, maybe we can work a few more kinks out."

He stepped into the other room, pausing for a moment as he leaned against the wall. What was happening? He felt like such an idiot, here she was looking for comofort, and all he could think of was fucking her brains out. He could almost smell sex in the air, he hoped she hadn't noticed. He was being a fucking hornball, just prying at her.

She didn't seem to mind... no, but still.

He wanted her. He couldn't let that escape him, no matter how hard he tried to think of something else, he just wanted to rip that skinpy piece of nightgown off her body and fuck her wild.

Coconut lotion...

Right. Shaking his head, he passed through the bathroom, finding it amongst other bottles and creams. Coming back, he shook those thoughts out of his head, and smiling his wonderful pastel smile.

"How would you like to do this, on the floor?"

Did he just say that out loud?
 
Oh her mind was making everything sound dirty. Right now she was trying to figure out what she was thinking when she'd mentioned lotion, cause she would have to expose her back, and she wasn't wearing any underwear.

Oh damn, she had put herself in a corner, "Sure, the floor will be fine." She took a deep breath and turned away, pulled her night shirt off and laid it down on the floor before laying down on top of it. She felt exposed but comfortable, she was being passively seductive she supposed but right now she felt risque.
 
Jack knelt down, taking in a deep breath as he did so. She was naked, stark naked lying down in front of him. He might have expected a few surprises, but this took the cake.

He moved her hair to the side, poured the lotion on her back, trying hard not too stare at her naked form. So many curves, delicate features exposed to him, open to his touch.

He did touch, nice and gentle, rubbing in the lotion, working her neck. Jack rubbed it into the skin, working each muscle he came across that tensed up and reacted to him. She did say her neck, right?

He felt himself moving down though, wanting to touch more and more. Unable to control himself, moments of fleeting control fluttered away. Having her under him, just like this, was hard not too feel like something more should happen.

He ran his hands, slick and oily now, down her back, reaching each side, then meeting at the middle to start over once again. Her skin started to look better, defined, near perfect. He saw how shiny and healthy it was, and how much he admired it under his fingertips. He felt moments where he wasn't massaging, but touching her, liking her, wanting to feel more under him...

But he stopped. Another big breath, letting it go, and then he would move back to what he was doing before.

"How do you like it?" He asked, pressing gently against her lower back.
 
Her mind was definetly thinking dirty again. How did she like it? her mind was totally thinking of very naughty responses. In the end she decided he was probably just asking about the massage...but considering her opening gesture of nakedness perhaps he was implying more. She opted for an answer that would be a reasonable answer either way.

"Deep, not too hard or too soft, with a steady rhythm."
 
His hands stopped on her lower back, touching just the ample curves of her ass. For a moment, he questioned her answer in his mind. She... was she? No, she couldn't be... but, if she was, goodness, if she was, she realy was, and if she wasn't.

Well, then he was just being some sort of perverted jerk.

"I'll see what I can do," He said, moving again. He paused, just for a moment, and moved past her ass to her legs, beginning mid thigh and working his way down. Oiled up skin, deep tissue, just enough to relax her, and not too much to hurt or bruise. A nice, steady rhythm, at least, as nice as he could do.

"You are very beautiful," He said, the angle, back from her, staring right at her ass, probably wasn't the best time to say it, but it was true. No part of her, none he could find, lacked a perfection that he didn't want.

"I mean, just, you have a wonderful body. You're very attractive," He began rubbing one of her feet, pushing it up so he could move all around it.
 
It felt so good, better than sex with her ex that was for sure. Man her tits ached though and she wondered if it could be considering using a man if she made him want it. She bent her knees slightly as he worked her foot and her legs parted at the same time. He hadn't made any seductive hints yet, but she was feeling the need, and right now she much preffered the feel of his hand to touching herself. She wondered how to imply her interest, had she been too subtle? "You skipped a spot," she said softly, wiggling her butt a little.
 
"I did, didn't I?" He had done so on purpose, but she seemed very interested in a full body massage, and like it or not, he had missed a part. Slipping some more oil between his fingers, he started rubbing her ass.

Squeezing it once, feeling the weight in his hands, he moved all over. Bountiful and with her legs parted, he could see just enough of her to make his entire body shiver with excitement.

He slipped, his fingers moving down from her ass to thighs, a finger pressed against her slit, riding along a single moistened lip. He paused, only for a moment, before moving away, only to come back just a few seconds later, his finger slipping again, this time on purpose, pressing a little more, leaving it there longer, wanting to see a reaction from her.

"Looks like I missed another spot," Jack said, as his finger slipped inside her.
 
she muffled her moan into the pillow as her legs parted, at least he finally got the damn hint. There were a lot of places she wanted him to get to, but for the moment she enjoyed the feel of his warm slick fingers. She was hesitant about rolling over, perhaps she was still a bit self conscious, perhaps she wasn't ready to face him just yet, either way she lifted her body slightly and let out a soft moan of desire. "That's the spot."
 
She moved at his slightest touch, her reaction that of fire and breath within. He could feel her heat as his finger sunk deep into her moist slit. Her whole body seemed to shudder and quake at him.

He didn't want to stop, not at how perfect that was. He moved up to her neck, his lips coming out, tasting her skin, his tongue coming to roam free as well. He pressed two fingers deep inside, letting her feel their weight, their invasion of her, nice fat pulsing fingers, easing in and out of her.
 
It was heavenly and she was not surprised at the addition of the finger especially as she was more than ready for it. Luckily his aggression seemed passive in comparision to her ex, especially as he didn't immediately drop his pants and go for. More surprisingly was his mouth kissing licking the soft skin of her neck. She half stifled her moans in the pillow allowing several to escape as her body moved against him, wanting more, needing more even.

"Oh yes," she moaned, she wasn't the type to speak but right now it seemed necessary.
 
Jack's fingers tried to find a steady rhythm within her. He moved slowly, pressing against her clit, and then fucked her faster, deep in and out motions, slick slurping sounds coming from her as he did so, it turned him on. He loved the sound of juices, frictionless passion.

He could feel he was at a disadvantage though, her being in this position, ready to be mounted from behind. He assured himself that would happen, only later. For now, he had other matters to attend.

Jack moved down, for a moment leaving her empty as before, and then, as he spread her legs, he let his tongue flick at her moist pussy lips, tasting her juices. Mmmm, better than wine.

He pressed against her clit, his rough tongue rolling it around, trying to find different spots that would drive her crazy.
 
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