The Making of a Gigolo (15) - Agatha Roberts

by Lubrican

Chapters : 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18
19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36

Chapter Twenty-eight

In another car, driven by Mirriam Dalton, the situation was much less tense.

"I'm really glad we came here," said Jeff.

"We have some of the best tall grass prairie that's left," said Mirriam.

"I know, but that's not what I'm talking about," he said.

She looked sideways at him. "What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Well, let me count the ways," he said. "I was raised on a farm, and it's good to be back on the land, whether it has tall grass on it or not. I hadn't realized how much I missed a small town either. Manhattan isn't that big, really, but it's a cosmopolitan environment. That's kind of odd, when you think about it, because a big part of the university program is agricultural. Anyway, it's good to be on a farm again, especially since I don't have to do the work." He grinned. "And then, of course, there's you."

"Me?" It came out in an almost squeak.

"I like being around you, Mirriam," he said.

"Are you flirting with me?" she asked, trying to make it sound like a joke.

"I believe I am," he said, quite seriously.

"Well that's totally inappropriate!" she said, trying to make her voice firm.

"Why is that?" he asked. "You have no man in your life. I've been living with you for a month, and haven't seen hide nor hair of any men sniffing around your door. I'm amazed at that, by the way."

"You're boarding with me," she said. There was objection in her voice.

"And there's some kind of rule that says I can't be interested in you because I'm renting a room from you?"

She was silent. He didn't know her background. That kind of thing hadn't come up in casual conversation. He didn't know Prudence's either. But he'd noticed that both women had young children ... and no man. That suggested both still had reserves of passion in them. Both were good women, but he was fascinated with Mirriam. He'd met about half her family since he'd been in town, and he was impressed with all of them.

"Of course, if you're just not interested," he said, "that's a horse of a different color. But I don't think your relationship to the B&B should have anything to do with it. I'm certainly not suggesting that I'll go elsewhere if you're not interested."

"I should hope not," she said firmly.

He noticed that she hadn't said she wasn't interested. He took that as a positive sign.

"So ... am I being rebuffed or not?" he asked.

Her hands fidgeted on the steering wheel. He noticed she took several deep breaths.

"I guess that wasn't a fair question," he suggested.

"No," she said. "It wasn't."

He smiled in the darkness.

"You can't make love to me," moaned Agatha.

Jim was unbuttoning her dress. It was one of the few dresses she could still wear now that her belly was almost bursting.

"I'm not trying to make love to you," said Jim. "Not yet. That will be for later. I'm just trying to help you be more comfortable."

She felt exposed in her heavy bra and panties. Her breasts had grown, along with the baby. She was in a strange house, though the man she was with was no longer a stranger to her. There was a steaming tub of water in front of her. She felt his hands move to the catch of her bra, and felt the tension loosen.

She'd been complaining about aches and pains, and he'd said she should soak in a deep bathtub, because that would make her feel less heavy. She'd said she couldn't get in and out of a bathtub without help. He'd offered to help her.

And now, suddenly, here she was, almost naked with a man again. She hadn't been naked with a man in almost nine months. She couldn't help but remember that being naked with a man nine months ago had led her to the situation she was now in. Her baby wasn't due for another three weeks, and she was quite sure she would never survive those weeks. Jim was wonderful. She still couldn't get over the fact that he was interested in her, even though she was carrying another man's baby, and couldn't do with a man what most men expected a woman to do with them, when the relationship got this far along. All that was based on what Bobby had told her, of course. She'd never been in a relationship like this before.

She didn't count what Bobby had done as a "relationship" exactly. She had set out to seduce him, but then had let him seduce her. It had been wild and crazy and more fun than anything she could remember. She loved Bobby, but she didn't feel deeply for him like she did for Jim. Jim was so patient, and kind. And his interest in her was obviously genuine. She felt her panties descend her legs.

"You're so beautiful," he sighed.

"You're insane," she breathed. She felt grotesquely swollen.

"I'm not insane at all," he said. "I'm a connoisseur of beautiful women. I know a babe when I see one."

"You're seeing a babe, all right," she said. "It just hasn't been born yet."

"Get in the water," he said. "I'm having a hard time controlling myself."

"What could you possibly do?" she asked. "I look like I swallowed a watermelon!"

"Oh, sweet woman who has stolen my heart," he sighed. "You have so much to learn about men. Now get in the water."

He helped her get in and then sit. She felt lighter immediately, and the ache in her back eased. The hot water, and the delightful easing of aches and pains made her moan.

"Better?" he asked, staring down at her. His eyes went to her breasts, which looked like two balloons trying to floating on the water.

"You're staring at me," she said.

"I am," he admitted.

She thought about Bobby, and what he'd taught her to do. Her hand tried to reach between her legs. She could just barely reach, but it wasn't really comfortable to stretch like that. Her belly was in the way. She was amazed that she felt so comfortable like this, in front of this man. His kisses electrified her, and his hands, smoothing along her sides, or back, or flanks made her feel what she now recognized was "horny." She knew he'd do anything for her that she wanted him to. Still, he hadn't pushed it.

He'd made his interest in her very clear. He'd offered to be her coach when she gave birth, and had attended Lamaze training sessions with her. She loved his daughter, and couldn't understand how any woman could have walked away from him. She hadn't met his ex-wife yet, and didn't really want to. She'd seen the woman a few times, when she dropped Cathy off, or Jim delivered their daughter back to her primary residence. She looked normal, but Agatha didn't see how she could be.

She looked at him, standing there looking at her. The front of his pants was bulging, and he didn't seem to be embarrassed about that. She liked it that he was honest about how he felt.

"You've seen me naked," she said. "It doesn't seem fair that I haven't seen you that way." She felt her face get hot, and it flitted through her mind that she was acting like a harlot. She decided she didn't care, when his eyes widened and he smiled.

He displayed no unease at taking his clothes off in front of her. He wasn't what she'd call a strikingly handsome man. He had brown hair and brown eyes, and his cheeks were a little heavy. She saw, as he removed his shirt, that he was a little heavy around the waist too. That could be worked off with walking, which she planned to do after she gave birth, to get her own figure back. When he stood up from pushing his pants down, she stared at his penis. It was hard. She had known that Bobby's was nothing like Harry's, but she'd still expected this one to look familiar somehow. It didn't. It wasn't like either of the ones she'd seen before.

"Better?" he asked. She could hear the insecurity in his voice, even if he didn't show it in his stance.

"Much," she said. She saw him relax then.

"You know ... that bathtub is probably big enough for both of us."

She laughed. She felt like a whale, floating in a fish tank. "No way," she said.

He proved her wrong.

Hours later, as she lay on her side, her knees bent, feeling relaxed for the first time in a long time, not counting the tub, she sighed. It was late.

"I should go," she said. "I don't want to, but I should. My brother will be wondering where I am."

"You're a big girl," he said. "I'll call him and tell him you're fine, and that you're staying here for the night."

"He'd be scandalized," she said, automatically.

"I'd like you to stay," he said.

His hand smoothed over her side, to run in a circle over her swollen belly, and then rise to cup and squeeze a breast. She'd found out that a pregnant woman can be made love to, even if not in the conventional way.

She hadn't realized how much more sensitive her nipples were, this close to delivery, and his lips on them had made her feel like she was going into labor. The baby moved inside her, rolling as she felt the streaks of pleasure. She'd even made him stop for a while, but had soon realized that the baby was just sharing her emotions.

He'd given her pleasure with his fingers, which could reach where hers had to stretch to touch, and her orgasm had been warm and soft. She'd masturbated him too, having him stand beside the bed, so she could reach him as she lay on her side. He'd been almost laughingly delighted when he found out she would use her mouth on him, and she knew, even though he didn't say so, that his ex-wife had refused to do that.

His semen had tasted different than Bobby's, but she decided to like it. She knew she'd get to taste it a lot, and that was something to look forward to.

Then he had lain with her, spooning her from behind, his hands always moving over her body somewhere. It was when she caught herself falling asleep that she had said she should go.

"No," she said. "I should go. I'll talk to them and explain. They've been too good to me to cause them worry."

"I hope we can do this again," he said.

She rolled, with difficulty, to give him a kiss, and her hand searched for and found his penis and balls, to caress them. She didn't have to say it would happen again. Not in words.

She had to laugh when Jim helped her into the house. Michelle was sitting in an overstuffed armchair, reading a book, her legs curled under her.

"Sorry I'm so late," said Agatha.

"Is it late?" asked Michelle. She wasn't wearing a watch. "Hi, Jim." Both she and George had met him the first time he took Agatha out. They'd invited him to dinner twice since then, and he'd accepted both times.

"I wanted to kidnap her, but she made me bring her home," said Jim. He gave Agatha a quick kiss and left.

"Did you have a good time?" asked Michelle, when Agatha eased into another chair.

"I had a wonderful time," she sighed.

"I knew he was serious when he offered to be your coach," said Michelle.

"I guess so," said Agatha. She hadn't really talked to Michelle or George about how she felt about Jim. They hadn't questioned her about it. Even if they had, she wasn't sure she could put it into words.

"Maybe next time you should let him kidnap you."

Agatha looked at her sister-in-law, who was smiling. It didn't look like the kind of smile that went with an attempted joke.

"You think so?"

"The good ones don't come along all that often," said Michelle.

"I'm not sure what a good one looks like," said Agatha.

Michelle could have made a remark about Agatha's pregnant condition, but she didn't. Agatha had made several comments about Harry. None of them had been very positive. On the other hand, she had never talked about the man who had gotten her pregnant. And she had never complained that she was pregnant. That suggested that she'd met at least one good man along the way.

"From what I see, he's a good man," suggested Michelle.

"I like him," said Agatha. "I like him a lot."

"Then go with your heart," said Michelle. She got up and left the room. She came back in a few minutes and handed a key to Agatha. "We should have given you a key to the house long ago."

"You waited up for me!" moaned Agatha.

"I won't have to any more." Michelle smiled, and leaned down to kiss Agatha's cheek. "Go with your heart, honey," she whispered.

<< Previous Chapter | Next Chapter >>