As Jim entered me with my calves on his shoulders I had one of the most serene feelings of my life. I expected him to be my life partner, I expected to fully enjoy myself, and I was well aware that this could lead to me becoming pregnant. Jim had agreed to me going off birth control, had all but begged me to marry him, and was even more excited than normal to shove his cock into my restless pussy. When he grunted and I screamed in pleasure as he ejaculated deep inside me I just knew that a new life was being created.
In some cases two out of three ain't bad. This wasn't one of them.
That was more than four months ago. It was a good fuck and I did get pregnant. However my life had changed dramatically for the worse. Tears were in my eyes as I lugged a heavier suitcase than a pregnant woman should handle down two flights of stairs to my Subaru Outback.
My supposed "life partner" Jim had become a controlling obnoxious complete asshole who couldn't believe that I wouldn't have an abortion just because he changed his mind about wanting a kid. He also seemed to have no use for me once morning sickness kicked in and my belly started to enlarge. I was really feeling sorry for myself when I arrived at the second floor landing and the door to 2A opened up and a guy who almost filled the doorway came walking out, almost running into me.
"Sorry," he said, stopping short of knocking me over. "Can I help you with that?"
He was really big, probably 6'5" or 6'6" and over 200 pounds, with a cute face and a seemingly cheerful disposition.
"I think I can manage," I said as I saw his blue eyes fixate on my belly, a common occurrence when I meet new guys these days. Normally it causes them to turn tail; he didn't.
"No, I insist. That looks too heavy for an expectant mother to carry. I have a weak mind but a strong back and carrying stuff is one of the few things in life that I'm good at. Please let me help."
Before I could really respond the suitcase was out of my hands and he was carrying it down the last flight of stairs like it weighed nothing. When we got outside I got a better look at him.
He had flowing blond hair, no facial hair or glasses, big shoulders and big arms. "Where should I put it?" he inquired.
"Oh,... the suitcase," I stammered. "What else did you think he meant you dirty-minded little vixen?" I said to myself. Since the third month of pregnancy it seemed like my libido had taken control of my brain and that, combined with Jim not only becoming a bastard but no longer interested in sex with me, was screwing up my mind. "In the Subaru three cars to the right," I finally responded.
After placing my bag in my car the friendly leviathan held out his hand. "Hi, I'm Blake, and you are?"
"Hi, I'm Kate," I replied, trying to avoid his piercing eyes without seeming rude and trying to give a firm handshake so that I didn't appear to be a wimp. "Thanks."
"Is there something else you need carried?" he asked.
"Well there are a few more things, but..."
"Let me help. Where are they?" he continued with a big smile.
"Uh, well, my ex-fiancé is in his apartment and he probably would object to you helping me."
"I'll convince him that it's OK," he confidently responded, gently grabbing my elbow and steering me back to the apartment building.
As we walked I was apprehensive but also curious. "I saw you coming out of 2A," I said, "do you know Denise?"
Denise, the resident of 2A, is what the my ex and the other guys in the building called the "talking wet dream" because of her big boobs, beautiful face, round ass, and other "noticeable" features.
"I met her a few days ago and she said that she had a legal problem, but I think it was just a ruse to get me to visit her," he complained. "I won't likely be meeting with her again."
"He must be gay" immediately crossed my mind since I couldn't imagine a straight guy complaining that Denise had invited him to her apartment on a Saturday afternoon no matter what the circumstances.
When we got to my former apartment Jim was in his normal, as of late, bad mood. "You're not taking this fucking Bose Music System with you," he barked as he looked at one of the boxes I had packed.
"I paid for it," I replied but in a voice hoping to defuse the situation.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked with a snarl when he saw Blake.
"I'm the guy who's helping your ex-fiancé move her belongings to her car, something that I guess that you're too weak to do yourself – or are you just a prick?" Blake replied in a totally no-nonsense voice, his smile gone.
"Get the fuck out," Jim yapped.
Blake got in his face and said something to him that I didn't hear. Since Blake was a good eight inches and sixty pounds bigger than Jim was I think that Jim got the idea that he shouldn't mess with him, turned red, and exited the room.
With his smile back Blake handed me the Bose box since it was light and then picked up the last two, large, suitcases that I pointed out to him. We left and I slammed the door behind me while singing the "Hallelujah Chorus" to myself. When everything was loaded into my car I thanked Blake again.
"No problem," he replied. "Where are you off to?"
"This move was sudden. My asshole ex kicked me out and I wasn't on the lease so I couldn't legally object. I'm going to stay in a hotel for a few days until I can find something else. I have a storage facility with furniture and other stuff from my old apartment in it and I'll put most of this there too," I sheepishly replied.
"We may be able to help each other out," Blake chuckled. "My boarder moved out at the beginning of the month and I need a new one. Care to look at my place?"
"Maybe he's not gay; maybe he's a rapist," now flashed through my mind. Seeing the obvious apprehension on my face he continued. "Follow me to the local precinct. I'll give them my driver's license and social security card and they can do a background check on me for you within a couple of minutes."
