Twenty Eight Weeks

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After arriving at St Hugh’s they quickly found John who was sitting up on a bed, looking pale, but well.

“John,” sobbed Claire and raced over to hirapprapping her arms around him, and wetting his shoulder with her tears.

“Hush, I’m OK,” said John, rubbing Claire’s back and putting his arms around her, “Just a bit of a bump that’s all. They just want to keep me here for a few hours, check I’m all right. You know the drill.”

“Mmm” came from somewhere in John’s shoulder, but they could tell the tears were slowing.

“C’mon,” said John cheerfully, and gently lifting Claire’s face from his shoulder, then giving her a gentle kiss, “It’ll all be just fine.”

“Yeah,” mumbled Claire, but there was a hint of a smile on her face. “I just got so scared, you know.”

“Course,” replied John, “Can you fit up here?” he asked indicating his bed, “Then I can give you a better hug.”

Claire wriggled up and somehow they both fitted on the bed, John gently hugged her and smoothed her hair. Sam and Cass looked on amazed; this was a new side to John Boulton one they’d previously not seen.

Just then a doctor arrived. “I see you’ve got a fan club, do you think you could give me some time with John, then you can come back in.”

“Can Claire stay?” enquired John.

“No, I’ve got to run a few tests, just to make sure you’re OK. Then if they’re OK you’ll be able to leave later tonight. Why don’t you three go and have a cup of tea in the canteen? We’ll be done in about half an hour.”

“Sure,” said Cass, as always leaping in. “C’mon, lets go, the sooner we can be back then.”

On the way to the canteen they pass the toilets, Claire said “I’m going in here, then I’m going back to wait for John in the room.” Sam and Cass exchanged glances.

“Why don’t you two go back and I’ll get the teas?” replied Sam.

“Great idea,” answered Cass. Catching on to Sam’s message that he didn’t think it was a good idea to leave Claire alone, she was still fairly upset.

Claire just turned and entered the toilet, while Cass waited outside. When Claire emerged Cass could see she had been crying again, “C’mon Sarge,” said Cass putting her arm around Claire a little awkwardly, after all it was a sergeant she was comforting. When Claire didn’t react Cass felt her confidence grow, and together they returned to John’s room.

Claire sat in the large armchair and somehow managed to curl herself up in it. Cass left to find another chair, or even two. When she returned she found Claire asleep.w caw can she do it, thought Cass, but it will be good for her. Emotions can be so draining. Hearing footsteps, Cass stepped out into the corridor to see Sam approaching, so she raised her finger to her lips to signal to him to be quiet.

“Claire’s asleep,” Cass whispered taking her cup from Sam. “When I’ve had this I’ll find a blanket to put over her, can you make sure no one comes in and wakes her?”

“Sure, but if you need a hand for the high shelves let me know,” said Sam teasingly. Cass reacted by sticking out her tongue at Sam, but the smile gave it away.

“I’ll just check in the room first,” said Cass draining the last of her tea, “you know Sam it’s amazing how they kept their relationship quiet for so long, totally unlike Dave & Polly were.”

“Yeah, they were very professional about it. If John hadn’t got hurt, Claire’s being pregnant would’ve been the giveaway. They’re very good together though.”

“Yeah, well I better look for the blanket,” and Cass entered the room.

A few seconds later Sam heard a muffled giggle coming from the room. He went to investigate and found Cass buried under a pile of blankets. He quickly shoved them back in the cupboard, keeping one out. Cass looked up at Sam, they’d been friends for ages, shared the occasional kiss, but that had been it really, but the look in Sam’s eyes made her feel like melting. Even though Cass’d had her fling with Leroy, she had come back to Sam, she really did love him, even though he was so frustrating at times, it was just that the time with Leroy was like a Ferrari and Sam was like a family car. But she’d decided to stick with Sam if he’d have her. She reached up and put her arms around his shoulders, Sam bent down and their lips met, both parting slightly to allow the others tongue to enter. Claire’s blanket fell to the ground, forgotten, as the moment rapidly overtook the pair. They moved back to be shielded by the open door, Sam holding Cass close to him, Cass rub her her body against Sam and feeling him grow as she slid from side to side across him. Sam moved one of his hands from Cass’ back to rub her nipples. They were feeling very large through her shirt. He gently undid a couple of buttons and slid handhand inside her shirt, unclasped her front opening bra.

Her breasts enjoyed the freedom, and Sam could feel how erect her nipples were. A low moan escaped from Cass. “Shhh,” whispered Sam. Just then they heard voices approaching down the corridor. They knew it would be John and the doctor returning and neither of them were in any state to meet them. “Quick in here,” whispered Sam in Cass’ ear, opening a door that let off John’s room. They were relieved to find it was a large store cupboard. Sam started licking Cass’ ear; the whispering had given him ideas. For her part Cass undid Sam’s belt, which with the weight of all the items on it caused Sam’s trousers to fall around his ankles. The size of his erection surprised Cass as it sprang forth, still slightly constrained by his underwear, but leaving very little to the imagination. Sam undid all the buttons on Cass’ shirt and began licking and sucking her excited nipples, Cass slid her fingers inside Sam’s jocks and wriggled them down to free him, she them began gently stroking his penis. This time it was Sam’s turn to moan, which he buried in Cass’ breasts. He then undid the buckle, button and zip on Cass’ trousers and they also headed to the floor, Cass stepped out of them, and Sam using his fingers then pushed down her undies, which after passing her hips also fell to the floor. Sam then lifted Cass up, she leaned back slightly to make entry easier and Sam slid his engorged manhood into her soft damp velvety opening, she wrapped her legs around his body and held him tight. The lips locked together and their tongues met.

All Cass wanted to do was scream out loud, it was feeling so good as Sam managed to move in and out of her as she was trying to push her body into and away from him, but the scream would’ve given the game away, so all she could do was bite into Sam’s shoulder. Sam was having a similar problem and adopted Cass’ solution. Sam could feel Cass contracting on him with every stroke and knew he would erupt with in her very soon, even though he wanted this to last longer, then he felt Cass shudder all over as she came when he spurted forth with in her. They stayed locked together panting quietly for several minutes, and then reality and practicality took over. Sam searched for something they could wipe themselves with, as they couldn’t afford to have stains on their uniforms. Fortunately he found a towel and Cass gently wiped Sam clean, occasionally getting her hands in the way instead of using the towel, she could feel Sam react under her touch, but knew they had to leave the cupboard soon or they’d be missed. “Later,” whispered Sam in Cass’ ear.

Finally dressed they listened carefully for noises in the room. Hearing nothing they quietly entered the room. All they had managed was to enter the room during a lull in conversation. Thinking quickly Cass said, “We were looking for a blanket to cover Claire with, I couldn’t reach the top shelf.” If it had been a less observant person than John they may have got away with it, but John noticed a slight blush on both Sam and Cass.

“We’ll be off back to the station now, if that’s OK with you?” enquired Sam.

“Sure,” answered John,ing ing the fact that they were uncomfortable, but due to the fact the doctor was still in the room, was restraining him fro from ribbing them too much; that could wait.

“Well,” said the doctor, “I’d like to keep you here for another hour, then if I think you’re OK, the two of you can go home,” indicating Claire who was starting to wake.

“Great,” replied John looking over at Claire and nodding farewell to the doctor.

“How are you?” John asked Claire.

“I think I’m t tot to be asking you that,” replied Claire, giving John a big smile while she had a stretch. “After all you came in here as the patient.”

“Want to come up here and sit next to me?”

“Is there room?”

“Sure,” said John moving over slightly.

Claire moved over and joined John on the bed.

“I’m so glad you’re all right,” said Claire and nestled into John.

“So I am,” replied John with a laugh, and put one arm around Claire’s shoulders and the other protectively on her belly. If it were possible Claire snuggled in even closer for a few minutes, then turned to face John.

“I was so worried.”

“You should know by now I’m tough,” said John, and gently put his lips to hers. Claire’s lips reacted instantly to the touch, greeting John and they began a passionate kiss, however their enjoyment was to be short lived.

“Ahem,” came a Yorkshire voice. “Can’t you two wait?”

“Guv,” came from both of them as they reluctantly broke lip contact.

“Just been talking to your doctor John, he says you can still go on the course but that you’ll have to take it easy. I’ll advise the organizers.” Because I know you won’t thought Jack. “Unfortunately there are no other times available for about 3 months, and as that’s about the time Claire is due, I didn’t think it was a good idea.”

“Thanks,” came the two replies, one sounding annoyed at the easy option, the other grateful.

“Well, look after yourself John, I’ll see you when you return from the course. I’ll be interested in your opinion of it, Claire you can tell me all about it on Tuesday when you’re back.” And with that Jack Meadows left.

“Now,” said John, “I’ve never known him leave that quickly, but I’m not complaining, where were we up to?” he continued, turning his attention back to Claire and recommencing their kiss. Their tongues were probing into each other’s mouths and their hands rubbing over each other. They could both feel reactions in the other, but once more they were interrupted, this time by a nurse wanting to check on John.

When she left, John said, “Did you see Sam and Cass leave?” Claire shook her head. “They came out of the cupboard over there,” pointed John, “and they looked a little crumpled.”

“Really,” said Claire turning to John, “wgoodgood luck to them I say.” They sat in each other’s arms unwilling to start kissing again as they felt sure they’d be interrupted again, they both wanted to get home as soon as possible.

Finally the doctor returned, and checked John all over once more before uttering the words they’d been longing to hear. “OK John, I’ve checked all the nurses obs., take it easy tonight and tomorrow and you can go on the course. If at any stage in the next 48 hours your head ache gets any worse, you start shaking, throwing up, black out or feel uncertain about your health, I think you know the drill, but come back in. I’ve organized a taxi for you, as you’re not up to driving just yet, so go home and rest.”

“Thanks Doc,” replied John, shaking his hand.

“Yeah, thanks,” added Claire.

Later, that night, they were lying in bed, having chatted and cuddled and kissed when Claire asked, “How much energy do you have?”

“Well, not much, but possibly enough. Why?”

“As if you need to ask,” said Claire touching John’s semi erect penis, then pointing to her own erect nipples. “You can just lie there and I’ll do the work, that way you’re not disobeying orders are you?” John’s answer was a large smile that softened his face and Claire was certain his eyes were glinting. She started gently rubbing John’s shaft with one hand and his nipples with the other; both areas began to react under her touch. John slid one of his hands between her legs and using his fingers found her opening to be moist already, he then moved his fingers gently around, knowing the spot Claire liked best, then he moved then out and rubbed her clitoris, finding it reacting under his touch, after a few minutes he slid his fingers back inside her again. Alternating the two sites was proving very stimulating to Claire. She gently moaned and moved to a kneeling position; all John could do was look at her, taking in her body, enlarged with his child, what could be better he thought.

Claire moved over and straddled John, still kneeling above him. “Hold my hands,” asked Claire, stretching them out in front of her. John had no idea what she was about to do but trusted Claire implicitly, and also had a feeling he was going to enjoy it. He reached out his hands and took her hands in his. Claire gently lowered herself onto John’s erection, which by now was at ninety degrees to his body; it slid easily into her warm, damp opening. Then came the tricky bit, using John’s hands to balance her, she slowly wriggled first one leg and then the other out so she was squatting over John rather than kneeling. John let go her hands and rubbed them over her belly, wishing he had longer arms to reach up to play with her excited nipples. Claire used her legs to move herself up and down on John, it was hard work for her, but she discovered that only a little bit of movement was required. As Claire moved up John quickly slid his hand in to rub her clitoris, she was right, he was enjoying it, immensely. A low moaning noise escaped from his lips, it was so good. Claire continued moving herself up and down on John, by moving her body slightly forward or backwards she could alter the whole sensation inside her. Finding the best position, Claire found herself moving faster on John, she tried to slow down to make it last, but it was proving to be impossible. “Can’t wait any longer,” she panted to John. Her reply was a look of relief on John’s face as she felt him spurting forth deep with in her as her muscles contracted once last time on John as her orgasm took over her body. Sometimes, it seemed to Claire, to go from the tip of her toes to the hair on her head, and this was one of those extra good times.

“Oh John,” she said breathlessly, “I wish I could stay here and do it all over again, but I’ve got to sleep again.”

“S’Alright. I’m coulddo ido it either. I know I’m meant to be resting, but I’m so glad we did that.” Claire nodded in reply, trying to push her self down on John’s shrinking manhood, but to no avail, she could feel him sliding out and neither of them had the energy to do anything about it. Claire’s body slumped forward, the emotions of the day taking their toll on her pregnant body, John gently wrapped her in his arms and rolled her over with him, then slightly untangling leg legs from hers, he noticed that Claire was just about asleep, he gently ran his fingers through her thick blonde hair, whispering “I love you Claire,” while he held her to him.

Late the next morning they both discovered the other waking about the same time. Claire was please to see a bit more colour in John’s face, but he was still pale, I hope a day of rest will see John right for the course, thought Claire worriedly. John held her tightly to him. “I love you,” said Claire, giving John a hug, which he happily returned.

“Our last day together till I get back from the course, anything you want to do?”

“Well….” replied Claire letting her answer hang in the air and kissing John deeply. Knowing exactly where it would lead. He eagerly responded, and soon they were both aware of their own reactions and that of each other. There hands constantly moving over each other, continually raising their excitement levels. John broke their kissing first, “What way do you want to do it?” he asked breathlessly. Claire’s response was to give him a kiss, her tongue probing deep into his mouth, while one hand continued stroking him, the other gently playing with his balls. While Claire did this John continued rubbing her nipples and massaging her enlarged clitoris. He knew she would decide soon, her excitement level would dictate that.

Claire then broke the kiss and moved onto all fours, presenting John with her bottom. John gave a smile and knelt behind Claire, thankful once again for the firm mattress they had. He gently rubbed his hand alohe che crack between her cheeks, feeling how damp she was, then using his fingers, gently pushed two into her, immediately her muscles contracted around them, then released then. John slid in another finger and received the same reaction. On removing his fingers he then positioned his large rod lengthwise along her crack, teasing her by sliding it closer then drawing it away. Claire moaned, “Please John, stop mucking around and stick it in!” He knew he should, it would be far more enjoyable for him to be in there.

John pulled away from Claire and using one of his hands spread her engorged labia, and slid in. Instantly he could feel Claire’s muscles grabbing hold of him and it felt so good. “Oh Claire, Claire,” he chanted as he slid himself in and out, faster and faster. He held her hips in both hands to keep her body at just the right height.

“Harder John, please, pound it in,” begged Claire and John obliged. Claire was really getting into it pushing into John each time he pushed into her, they had a perfect rhythm going, both calling the others name, then Claire said “Now please, I can’t hold on,” and John felt her orgasm just as she finished speaking and came at the same time. Once more their knowledge of each other helped them get the timing right. After a few minutes they collapsed sideways, John still in Claire, and holding her tightly to him.

“Do you reckon we could do it again?” asked Claire.

“Like this?” asked John, snuggling into her every curve.

“Mmmm,” replied Claire. “Are you OK?”

“My head’s fine, just a bit of a bump, and lying like this won’t use as much energy as what we just did, will it?”

“Guess not,” replied Claire, gently wiggling her bottom but taking great care not to dislodge John from within her. John reached his arms around her and began massaging her nipples. As usual they reacted instantly to John’s loving touch, keeping one hand on her nipples the other began what he thought of as its’ journey south, lovingly rubbing her enlarged belly several times on the way. He loved Claire being pregnant and so fit and well, he often told her how much she glowed, radiating health and beauty he thought. After that diversion his hand continued on giving a good rub to her blonde pubic hair, and then finding her clitoris, which was still slightly enlarged from before.

While John was doing this Claire was not idle. She reached her top hand backwards and squeezed the buttock she could reach, pushing him into her whilst doing it. Her bottom hand could do little but stroke John’s arm. With her top leg she gently played with John’s leg, taking care to keep John in her. John was kissing Claire’s neck and shoulders; her breathing was starting to change as she became more aroused. Claire could feel John growing inside her and began moving against him a little more, but still being careful not to dislodge him. Claire didn’t enjoy this position as much as some others, but when you were both a little the worse for wear, it its’its’ advantages. John then started nibbling Claire’s ear, while still rubbing her nipples and clitoris, both areas were having strong reactions to John’s touch. John as usual found Claire’s arousal stimulating him and they both knew he was beginning to grow rapidly inside Claire now.

Holding Claire in an enveloping hug, John began gently thrusting in and out of her, while he went back to kissing her neck and shoulders, as always, it felt so good for them both. Clai bod body was reacting in time to John’s thrusting, trying to get maximum penetration, her muscles trying to pull him in that little bit further and keep him in there that little bit longer. By now they were both breathing rapidly and shallowly as they became more and more aroused. They both knew that the climax would be reached soon. This time John came milliseconds before Claire’s orgasm gushed through her, but neither of them noticed. As their breathing returned to a more normal rate they snuggled into each other, moulding to each other, relaxing their bodies comfortable in their love for each other. Very soon they both drifted off to sleep again.

Claire was the first to wake, checking the clock she saw it was now after lunch, which explained why she was so hungry. She carefully extricated her self from John’s loving embrace and on rising turned to look at him. He looked so peaceful, almost innocent; Claire put two fingers to her lips and kissed them, then gently placed them on John’s lips and trailed her fingers up his cheek and along his cheekbone to his hair, as a very soft “Mmmm,” escaped from John’s lips.

“Shhh,” whispered Claire, “Go back to sleep.” As she watched, John slipped back to sleep again and she slipped off to the shower. On her return, all the emotions she thought had left her yesterday came flooding back. John looked so vulnerable lying there, how could anyone do anything like that to him. She knew he could be a hard man and that on the field he played the game hard, but such a cold-blooded act of retaliation, and, in this case mistaken identity, well, how could any one. Claire’s maternal feelings came flooding to the surface, a down side of being pregnant was her emotions – they could be so up and down, and tears welled in her eyes threatening to spill over. Quickly she gave them a wipe with her hand dnd dressed. Time for some food, that might help she thought and wandered into the kitchen. Half way through eating the phone rang, bother thought Claire, and raced to get it before it woke John.

It was Meadows again, “Claire, how’s John?”

“Sleeping at present Sir, but he looks a bit better.”

“Good, just wanted to let you know I’ve spoken with the course organizer and advised her of John’s situation. She was fine with that, also told me how good you were, so well done.”

“Thank you Sir,” replied Claire, and for some reason her tears started again, maybe it was the relief that Jack Meadows had spoken to the organizer, maybe relief to know she had done well, or a combination of the two.

“Claire, are you all right?” the concern coming through in Jack’s voice.

“I’m fine Guv,” sniffed Claire, “it’s just been a tough couple of days.”

“That is has Claire, that it has. Well you look after yourself, and that baby of yours.”

“Yes Guv, see you tomor” sn” snuffled Claire.

“Bye.”

Claire put down the phone to find John had woken and was standing there, looking lovingly at her, he came over to her and held her in his arms, “Hey what’s wrong?”

“Don’t know. It all started when I looked at you lying in bed this morning, and all my emotions from yesterday came flooding back, I didn’t want to cry, but I just couldn’t stop it.”

“Well, I’m OK, you know that,” and Claire nodded at John’s words. “After my shower let’s go for a walk? The fresh air will help I’m sure.” Claire nodded again.

A little later Claire and John were walking through the park, John had his arm around Claire’s shoulder and Claire had her arm around John’s waist. Claire had brightened considerably much to John’s relief, but he still had his trump card to play. “OK Claire, can you just sit here,” said John indicating a park bench, “and I’ll be back in a minute or two.”

“Why?” asked Claire.

“You’ll soon find out, and don’t look at where I go. OK?”

John returned shortly with two double ice-cream cones, both strawberry and chocolate.

“Ooh,” squealed Claire, a smile brightening her face even more. “You’re so clever John.” They sat on the park bench, Claire leaning against the arm, with her legs stretched out over John.

John turned his gaze to Claire once they’d organized themselves and watched as she started licking her ice-cream, her tongue starting where the ice-cream and cone joined and licking upwards to the tip, over and over again, slowly rotating the cone till she had gone all the way around. She then turned her attention to the top, licking it around in a circular motion. Glancing up at John she saw him staring at her. “What?” asked Claire.

“Your licking, it’s very stimulating,” grinned John, pointing to his groin, where Claire could see the outline of his manhood through his tracksuit pants.

“I see what you mean,” Claire grinned back and continued her licking, making sure her tongue was even more active than before, and giving him the occasional rub with her leg.

“Oh Claire, have a heart,” moaned John. “This isn’t the time or place, there’s too many people and it’s too awkward now,” he continued rubbing her stomach, thinking back to their holiday when Claire sat facing him on his lap.

“We could eat them walking home.”

“I don’t think I could even stand at the moment, look at what you’ve done.” Claire looked down and saw John’s erection, wish it was in me she thought wistfully; perhaps I better back off a bit.

After several minutes John was able to move again and they left the park their arms around each other as they walked home. On the way home Claire was hardly licking her ice cream, but the minute they walked in the door, she turned to face John and started using her tongue on it again while kicking her feet out of her shoes. Once again John was mesmerized, and Claire noticed it had the same effect on his groin as before. They walked into the kitchen and Claire guided John to sit on a chair, while she sat on the table in front of him, licking away, long lick from the base up and teasing circular licking around the top, while using her foot to rub him. John was starting to wriggle on the chair, his discomfort becoming obvious. “Take you pants off if it would help,” suggested Claire. John stood and pulled his tracksuit pants and boxers down, Claire was amazed at how large he’d grown and felt a gush of moisture run down her vagina. John stepped towards Claire and took the ice cream from her and put it in the sink. Claire opened her legs and John stepped in between them and put his lips on hers and started kissing her, his tongue being very active now. With his hands he pulled her baggy top off to reveal a very tightly fitting stretch T shirt, he saw that Claire had no bra under it and how large her nipples were through the stretched fabric. He couldn’t resist and started sucking one of them through the fabric, while his hands went to the waistband of her baggy pants and with Claire raising her hips pulled them down, and saw the wet patch on her undies. He slid a finger in the side of her undies, and began fingering Claire’s clitoris; surprised to find how large it was already. Her teasing had affected her too. He slid his fingers into her vagina, it was certainly damp in there, and he wriggled them around feeling the familiar reaction from her muscly walls. He removed his fingers, and tugged down Claire undies, exposing her blonde bush. He then took the hem of her tight t-shirt and tugged it up over her head, watching her breasts bounce with their freedom. He sucked one nipple and felt it react as he worked his tongue on it; using his hand to play with the other one. Claire’s hands were also busy rubbing John’s shaft and gently massaging his balls. John could take no more of this and knew that Claire was also close as she was now moaning gently under her breath.

John gently held Claire and lowered her backwards on to the table and positioned her carefully with her legs hanging over the edge, the table was just the right height for him to enter Claire as she lay there. Before entering Claire, John decided it was his turn to tease Claire, he bent forward and pushing her legs open a little further pushed his head between her legs, using his tongue on her swollen clitoris, Claire’s moaning was becoming louder, her breathing very ragged and John could tell from all the dampness that Claire was very aroused. His challenge would be to draw it out a little longer, bringing her to the brink but stop before she went over. He expertly flicked his tongue over her clitoral knob and into her warm damp opening, he could taste and smell Claire, it was something he loved. Just as John thought Claire was about to gush forth he moved his attention to her belly, it reminded him of a small ball, and looking at her from behind you would never know she was pregnant. He started kissing it and licking it, hearing a slight change in Claire’s breathing, as her arousal slid back a notch. He then moved his face back down again, his tongue flicking in and out, he heard Claire say “Please John.” But he kept on licking her, tasting her and kissing inside her thigh.

Finally John could wait no longer either and stood up and slid his large erection into her, feeling himself gripped immediately, he gently thrust in and out, but soon an urgency took him and he couldn’t slow down no matter how hard he tried, Claire was rocking her hips up and down with John’s thrusts, her legs wrapped around him, “Now,” yelled Claire, “Oh yes,” as a massive orgasm shook her body, just as John spurted forth within her. John somehow remained standing: his legs felt like jelly, he silently gave thanks that the table was there to lean on, Claire just lay there keeping her legs around John, both of them panting but smiling broadly.

After their breathing slowed slightly and John’s legs felt a bit stronger he let go the table and began to stroke Claire’s belly with his hands, he loved the taut feel of her skin, and especially being able to feel his child inside her. He looked at Claire and saw the love in her eyes and hoped his eyes reflected his love for her.

Leaning over, he moved his hands up to her breasts and gently rubbed them over her nipples, he couldn’t help but notice their instant reaction. He then leant back slightly and slid one hand to her blonde mound. He gave it a rub, taking great care to stay inside Claire, Claire used her legs to pull John in closer and locked them around him, keeping him a captive, although had he wanted to he could’ve escaped, but in truth he would’ve stayed there for a very long time. Claire loosened her grip and athletically raised her legs one at a time to John’s shoulders.

“What do you think?” asked John.

“About what?”

“You know,” said John, inclining his head to where they were still joined.

“Only if you’re well enough.”

“So far I feel fine.”

“Promise you’ll stop if you need too?” asked Claire, but knew it would be unlikely. “Remember you have the course tomorrow. We could go out to dinner and continue when we get home if we have the energy.”

“We could do both,” John replied, his eyes sparkling. “Seriously, I really feel great, I promise Claire, life’s too important to stuff it up by going back to hospital again.”

With that admission from John, Claire slid one foot down and rubbed it over John’s chest hair and nipples. His nipples sprang outwards immediately and his smile grew bigger if that were possible. As Claire rubbed he could feel himself growing within her again. With one hand he resumed massaging her clitoris, and felt it enlarge under his touch. Claire’s hips began rocking up and down again gently in response to John’s touch and she also could feel him growing inside her again. John bent forward and Claire lifted her head and they kissed briefly but their tongues delved deeply into each other’s mouths, then John gently lowered Claire’s head back to the table, stroking her face and hair, then trailing his fingers over her lips, she grabbed them with one hand and held them close to her mouth, kissing each finger and then sucking it, tasting a faint remnant of herself.

John started slowly, gently thrusting his growing shaft in and out, like the piston on a machine. With each thrust in he could feel Claire’s body react, her muscly walls trying to pull him in further. John kept his eyes on Claire once more, taking her in, imprinting her on his memory once more; even though he knew he’d never forget the way she looked. “Claire, can you do me a favour?” he asked.

“Sure,” nodded Claire.

“Put your arms behind your head.”

“That’s it?” asked a bemused Claire, putting her hands behind her head.

It had the effect John had hoped, raising her breasts slightly but also he could now see all of her body. Claire, while at first disappointed to be no longer touching John could concentrate all her energy and feeling on one area, and she was surprised how much she was feeling. Also, she discovered she had a much better view of John’s body, she watched his muscles moving and the look of rapture all over his face. John moved her legs back up to his shoulders and kept on smiling at Claire and gently thrusting. This time, as he’d said to himself many times before, I’ll take it slowly, make it last. Since John had found out Claire was pregnant he was determined to treat every time they made love as though it may be the last, he’d heard so much around the traps about men whose wives or partners went right off sex, he was so glad Claire wasn’t like that, if anything she was the opposite, except when she was tired, but that was understandable.

Gradually the tempo picked up, but Claire kept her arms under her head, she was fascinated by the way John’s muscles were moving under his skin, plus without being able to touch John, all her thought’s were concentrated on moving with him and feeling what he was doing to her and her to him. Claire couldn’t believe the difference it was making, everything seemed far more intense, “John, do you know what this feels like?”

“Well, if it’s anything like I felt last night when you were squatting above me, then yes. Pretty good is it?”

“More than good I think.”

“Sounds like the same thing then,” answered John and noticed that Claire’s pelvis was rocking faster and her breathing was starting to become ragged. He decided to follow Claire’s lead and allowed his thrusting to speed up a little, Claire responded by moving faster and beginning to pant “Oh John, YES, yes. I’m so close.” John knew that without being told and was surprised to realize how close he was too; he’d been concentrating so much on Claire that he hadn’t paid much attention to his actions. John was unable to wait any longer and just as he started to spew forth inside Claire he felt her come and once more their fluids mingled.

By now they were both totally spent and rather hungry. The biggest decision they could cope with was take away or go out to the little place around the corner. There were arguments for both, but in the end takeaway, with delivery service won.

Later that evening the coffee table was covered with the detritus of their meal, and John was sprawled out on the couch, one leg on the floor, leaning back in the nook where the side and back met. Claire was using John as her backrest her head nestled into his neck and both her legs were on the couch, John had his arms around Claire’s enlarged abdomen and they were both asleep, so close to each other that it was unlikely even a knife blade could slip between them. The day had caught up with them.

Eventually Claire woke and decided bed would be a more comfortable place, she was in two minds about waking John, he would sleep better in the bed, but what if he couldn’t get back to sleep when she woke him? Claire stood there looking at John, then knew that if she wanted to fall asleep in ’s a’s arms the way she usually did, she’d have to wake him. Bending over she gently shook John’s shoulder, “C’mon sleepy head, bed will be more comfortable,” and she took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom, where he collapsed in to bed and back to sleep, Claire followed his lead and slipped in beside him and snuggled up close.

Claire woke early next morning and on checking the time realized there was at least an hour before they’d have to leave. Plenty of time. She could feel John behind her, as usual it seemed he would wake with an erection. Claire snuggled back into John, even closer if it were possible, John reacted by moving his arm that was over her stomach to her breasts and gently rubbing them, he then moved her hair to one side and kissed her neck. Claire rolled over and let her lips meet John’s; they joined in a passionate kiss, their tongues delving deeply into the others mouths, their hands rubbing over each others backs, trying to hold each other close. Then still locked together at the lips Claire wiggled away a little and turned her attention to John’s front, in particular his enlarged shaft, gently stroking it, feeling it grow beneath her touch. John let his hands wander all over Claire, breast, belly and down lower to find her quite damp and with a clitoris that reacted to rubbing.

“Let’s make it really good,” suggested Claire, “after all you’ll be away for 4 days.”

“You mean it hasn’t been good the last few days?” asked John feigning he’d had his feelings hurt, but he knew what Claire meant and agreed with her.

“Any ideas?” asked Claire, and with that question John rolled onto his back, he loved Claire on top of him at present, he had visual and tactile images then, his erection standing upright.

As an answer Claire knelt up and bent over and with John’s manhood near her mouth started licking him like she had her ice cream yesterday afternoon. “Turn your body around,” pleaded John. Claire knew which way John wanted her to go and happily obliged him. She knelt over John’s head while she continued licking him; John was now able to return the favour and began licking Claire’s clitoris, occasionally giving it a gentle nibble, he then used his tongue on her vagina and felt how damp and warm it was. He pushed his tongue in and was greeted by a small orgasm, he knew there would be more to come, meanwhile Claire could see a small amount of precum leaking out the end of John’s large erection. She quickly licked it off and then carefully manoeuvred herself around to be facing John, she straddled his hips. Claire sunk down with accuracy and John slid easily into her, and felt her muscles grabbing hold of him, trying to pull him in further, they then relaxed slightly as Claire rose a little and as she lowered herself they gripped even more if that were possible. This was going to be very quick, John thought as he was struggling to last as long as Claire, who once more raised herself but as she sunk back on John he felt her orgasm and gave in to his need and let himself erupt with in her, thrusting himself in again and again as Claire spasmed on him.

They hugged each other as they allowed their breathing to return to normal, then John gave Claire a kiss, “Will you miss me?” he teased.

“Mmm, but I’ll be at work so I won’t have much spare time, unlike the last few days. Why?”

“Thought you may want something to remember me by.”

“You mean this isn’t enough,” replied Claire rubbing her pregnant belly.

John rolled Claire onto her back, and then getting off the bed, gently positioned Claire at the edge of the bed and knelt before her. “Last time before I’m back,” whispered John. Claire put her legs up over John’s shoulders and John leant over and moved Claire arms out to the sides. He kissed her round ball of a belly, around and around, lifting his eyes every so often to look at her nipples which were standing out, very erect with dark aureole around them; and her face which had a broad smile on it. As John kissed her he could feel Claire’s pelvis gently thrusting against him and also his shaft was starting to stiffen again. He slid one hand down past Claire’s mound to find how aroused she was, the answer – very.

Kneeling up a little straighter John placed his growing shaft lengthways along Claire’s slit and could feel her rubbing against it. “John, put it in please, I’m sure I’ve got one more orgasm before you go,” begged Claire. John could tell she was ready for him and he’d grown larger while he was there with Claire rubbing her swollen labia against him. He slid his shaft in and was immediately greeted by shuddering muscles. Gently at first he began thrusting in and out, each time the reaction from Claire was stronger, placing his hands on Claire’s hips to keep them both in a good position he picked up speed and intensity, faster and harder with each thrust. They were by now both so close to pushing each other over the brink and into an orgasmic paradise. “Keep going John, I’m nearly there,” moaned Claire.

“Me too,” was the reply as his thrusting continued and Claire was moving against him intensifying his thrusts. A cry of “YES” escaped from both their lips at the same time and as John spurted forth his shaft was drenched by Claire. Totally spent John gently lowered himself over Claire, who sliding her legs down around John’s waist pushed him onto his side. They lay there, regaining their composure for several minutes.

Finally Claire broke the silence, “Well, I’m off to shower, don’t get any ideas or you’ll be really late,” and with that Claire padded off.

John finished packing just as Claire returned wrapped in towels, he gave her a quick kiss and went to shower too. On his return he found a note from Claire – Gone for milk, come down when you’re ready, I’ll be back by then to drop you off. As instructed John went downstairs to find Claire just returning. “Great timing, as usual,” and smiling broadly slung his holdall into the back next to the bag of shopping.

Claire took off as soon as John was in, as they were running late, John buckled his seat belt and turned to Claire, she was, as usual wearing a tight fitting long top with leggings as was her norm these days when she was going to work, she hated those loose flowery floaty outfits that so many pregnant women wore. It seemed to John her wardrobe consisted of her work clothes that showed off every curve, some baggy trackpants and whatever she found in his wardrobe, but he wasn’t complaining, just so long as she was happy. Just looking at Claire was enough to make him hard; he knew exactly what was under her clothes and was going to miss it for four days.

As usual Claire knew the effect she was having on John, and placed her hand in his lap to see how strong it was this time. John took her hand, gave it a kiss and placed it back on the wheel, “C’mon Claire, I can’t afford to get there and be unable to walk in. From all I’ve heard it’ll be a tough few days, I want to do it really well, show them what I’m capable of.”

“Don’t worry, I undand,and,” replied Claire. Soon after they arrived at the training college, “Well I guess this is it,” said John turning to face Claire. They both leant forward and let their lips meet, hugging each other as much as possible in a confined space, but strangely for them kept their tongues in their own mouths. However it was still a long passionate kiss, slowly they parted both looking a little sad, John’s hand slid down Claire and brushed her breast where he was certain he felt it react; Claire’s hand went down to John’s groin and she definitely felt a reaction.

“Gotta go. Will you be here Friday?”

“Sure thing, just like you were for me.”

“I love you Claire, please look after yourself while I’m gone.”

“I will, for you and one other,” and John patted her stomach, “I love you too John, please don’t push yourself too hard, it could’ve been a lot worse what happened to you.” Claire really doubted John wouldn’t push himself; he could be so competitive.

“I’ll be sensible Claire, after all, I’ve got two very important reasons to be,” and with that he got out of the car, grabbed his bag, waved goodbye and headed up the path with the other course attendees.

Claire watched him walk off, relaxed as he met with some people he knew, the manly slaps on the back they all went in for, then he turned and gave her a wave, mouthing “I love you,” and with that he turned and entered the door. Claire sat and waited a few minutes, getting her emotions in check. She had never thought it possible to love someone so much, she used to scoff at people who said they couldn’t live with out someone, thought they were weak but now she knew what they meant.

Finally she felt able to face work and headed off to Sun Hill.