Hey guys, here's Chapter 39! I hope you enjoy it. Sorry it took so long. Like I say all the time, I read and appreciate every comment. I am trying to improve, and I hope it shows. Note that this chapter is very Hazel-centric. If you really don't like Hazel, or don't want to see how her issues get resolved, then this might not be your favorite chapter. As always, this is a world without STI's, and everyone involved in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old.
-Witty
~Hazel~
My eyes slowly open, a yawn escaping me as I wake up. I'm momentarily disoriented, unsure of where I am. I really am not a morning person. Finally, I remember everything. It's Tuesday. I'm back from the hospital. I'm still sore from all the needles and tests, in addition to the uncomfortable bed. At least I'm in a nice, warm bed now.
I toss the covers off my bare breasts before sitting up and rubbing my eyes. As I rapidly blink, my vision clears, revealing Steven asleep in a chair propped against the wall. What am I gonna do with him? I tell him he doesn't need to stay with me, that I'm fine, but he still somehow ends up in a chair next to the bed. I guess this is better than the floor.
Sitting up, I turn slightly so I can toss my long, tan legs over the edge of the bed and rest my feet on the floor. Lifting my hands above my head, I stretch and yawn. Wearing only a pair of cute yellow panties, I stand up and walk over to Steven.
The handsome older man is sleeping with his head slumped sideways. He looks so cute in his robe. I smile softly at him as I think about how much love there is in his kind heart. Not just for me, but for everyone in his life. Reaching toward him, I gently caress his face with my fingertips, waking him.
"Hm?" he mumbles as his green eyes open. "Oh, Hazel! Good morning."
"Good morning." I reply with a cute smile.
My smile broadens when I notice Steven's eyes flick down to my exposed breasts. With a giggle, I place one hand on my hip and strike a pose. Yeah, I know I'm hot. Long, tan legs, a flat stomach, little boobies with cute nipples. My brown hair hanging down my back in its usual ponytail.
Steven's gaze travels upwards until our eyes lock. He smiles at me, and I feel my pussy dampen. Just as lust threatens to overwhelm me, I think about how my body is going to change. Placing a hand on my belly, I bite my lower lip and find the strength to ask the question that's plaguing my thoughts.
"Will you still want me when I'm fat?" I wonder nervously.
"Hazel, come here." Steven says kindly as he offers both his hands.
I nod my head as I slip my hands into his. Steven gently pulls me forward, and into his lap. My pantie-clad ass rests on his crotch as I place my legs on one side of him, my feet resting on the floor. Suddenly, a horrible image jumps into my mind, an image of him groaning as I sit in his lap, him needing me to get up because I'm grotesquely huge. I blink the vision away. Then I wrap my arms around his neck and look into his eyes while he holds my waist.
"I'm sorry." I mumble before he has the chance to speak.
"Listen to me." Steven says firmly, looking straight into my eyes. "First, you have nothing to apologize for. Second, you are absolutely beautiful. Inside and out. If anything, you'll be even more stunning while pregnant."
"I'm scared of getting fat." I admit. "I know it's a stupid thing, I feel like such a spoiled brat."
"You won't be fat, you'll be glowing." he responds as he places a hand on my tummy. "Aria and I had a very active sex life, if anything it was more active when she was pregnant. I wanted her just as much."
"W-what about after?" I ask sadly.
"What do you mean?" he replies with a confused frown.
"After I have the baby." I whisper. "Will I have stretch marks, will I be saggy? I love my body so much, I don't want it to change!"
"It is possible that your body won't ever be the same." Steven reluctantly admits as his thumb caresses my abdomen. "But, there are things you can do! They make cream to reduce the chances of stretch marks, Aria used it. It works! Then you work out. Hell, I can hire a personal trainer for you, if you want. That way you'll be able to lose the baby weight."
"I can't do this, Steven!" I exclaim as I grab the top of my head and start to spiral into a true panic attack. "I'm so scared! I'm screwing everything up and you're going to hate me and make me leave! I'll have nowhere to go! I'll have a baby and nowhere to go. What will I do? How will I, how will I..."
Suddenly, Steven grabs my face in both hands and kisses me hard. A loud gasp escapes my lips, stopping my babbling. Feeling more moisture between my legs, I moan softly as the spike of arousal stops my spiraling thoughts, keeping me from spinning completely out of control.
"First, you're not going anywhere. It doesn't matter if we're having sex or not, you will always have a place here. As long as you want one." Steven looks directly into my eyes, his hands still holding my face possessively. "Second, you're fucking gorgeous. You've always been gorgeous, you'll never not be gorgeous. Not to me. Not ever."
Tears form in my eyes as Steven leans forward and pecks my lips again. I stare at him when he pulls back, trying to find any false praise in his face. Any lies in his eyes. I don't find anything. No dishonesty. No deceit. All I see is love.
I don't even realize I'm leaning forward, that I'm closing my eyes. I just feel his lips against mine as we start kissing intensely, passionately. My hand slides into his robe and rests on his muscular chest as I run my tongue along his while moaning softly into his mouth.
It's obvious that Steven is hesitant to touch me. I understand, it's my own fault for pulling us apart. Eventually, however, lust overwhelms him. His hands slide down my neck to my bare shoulders, his fingers lightly trailing along my tan skin. I gasp and moan into his mouth when his hands find my breasts.
My pussy clenches, moisture soaking into my panties as I have a small orgasm. Just Steven's hands on me, his safe, strong hands, they're enough to make me cum. He presses my little titties together, his thumbs caressing me as I shiver.
Steven and I both moan as I grind my pussy down against him. A playful smile tightens my lips even as I keep kissing him. I feel him harden beneath me. It isn't long before he's fully erect. So hot, so thick; fuck! I want him inside me, I need him inside me. I'm dying for him to carry me to the bed, lay me down, and make passionate love to me.
Our tongues continue to wrestle as I claw at his bare chest, my fingers sensually sliding down his muscular frame. As he holds my tits and kisses me, I feel my mind fast-forwarding, imagining him on top of me, thrusting into me, gazing into my eyes as he claims me as his own. That's when I tense up, the thoughts of actually making love threatening to bring my panic back in full force.
I mentally shake my head, desperately trying to get back into the moment. I can feel my wetness; I'm fucking soaked. I can't wait to get fucked. I spread my legs. A lot. I love a hard, thick cock in me, pounding me, making me scream as my entire body explodes with pure pleasure.
Pulling back, I look at Steven while licking my lips in anticipation as I struggle to catch my breath. Gazing deeply into his eyes, I am overwhelmed with love for this man. I reach out and tenderly stroke his jawline as he looks at me with a love that completely overshadows the lust.
Once again, I am shaken out of continuing. Fuck! I'm scared. I'm used to having sex to feel good, not having sex out of love. I don't want to fall even more in love with him, but I feel it in my bones. No, I can't do this, I can't! I need to keep up the barriers, protect myself. I tremble as thoughts of losing him pierce my brain. To stop Steven from reading the emotions on my face, I lunge forward and press my lips back against his.
I keep kissing Steven as his hands caress my boobs. We spend several minutes making out and softly caressing each other. I shiver in both anxiety and lust. Such a strange combination. As I feel his hardness throbbing beneath me, an idea occurs to me. I'm not ready to spread my legs, but I'm ready to open my mouth.
"I wanna suck your cock." I husk before playfully nibbling on his earlobe.
"You don't have to." he whispers as he reaches up to caress my cheek.
"Oh, but I love sucking dick!" I giggle as I plant kisses down his neck. "And I want to feel you throbbing in my mouth."
"Is that so?" Steven asks as he tilts his head back and slides his hands down to cup my pantie-clad bum.
"Mhm!" I purr and nod as I pull back to look into his eyes. "I wanna taste you. So badly!"
Steven and I communicate with our eyes. He can see it; I'm not ready to make love. I am ready for this. I want this. There's some reluctance in his perfect eyes as he gazes at me. Then I see it. Desire overwhelming hesitance. He wants me. He wants me as badly as I want him.
"Get on your knees, Slut." he orders firmly.
"Mm, yes, Sir!" I moan as I slide out of his lap, my eyes never leaving his as I sink to my knees.
Wearing nothing but a pair of panties, I get on my knees between Steven's legs. My long brown ponytail is hanging down my bare back and my nipples are hard. He's breathing heavily in anticipation as I once again open his robe so I can run my hands down his chest. My fingertips trail down his body until they are brushing the edges of his underwear.
