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I walked into the lingerie shop for two reasons. The most important of which was to actually buy some new lingerie. I'd been sleeping with women for a couple of months now. I'd even started considering myself a lesbian (as opposed to a fence sitting bi- sexual) for a couple of weeks. For those who've been paying attention, no, the fact that I was still married and sleeping with my husband and very much not out to anyone I was not sleeping with did not, in my mind, make me bi-sexual. Don't ask me why, but, at the time, I'd have argued you to the death. I was a lesbian no matter what.
Considering my change in lifestyle, it was time for some new lingerie.
Walking into the store, I surveyed the lay of the land. Nightgowns. Bras and Panties. Everything I'd need. Next, I looked at the saleswomen. Normally, I'd do this anyway. There are just some people who, by their look, you just don't want them to help you. Not that there's anything wrong with them. You just know that you want someone else.
Then, I saw her. Long red hair. An inch or two short than I am. Porcelain doll features. Her name was Iliana (Ill-ee-ahn-ah). She was Russian and had just enough accent to show it. Another thing she showed was that she was pregnant. For some reason, that did it for me.
Pulling her aside, I explained my situation as delicately as I could. New relationship. Change in lifestyle. I wanted something daring. "I think I can help."
She brought me to a dressing room with an armful of clothes and I proceeded to try them all on. There was a sample of everything: traditional bra and panty sets; bustiers; garter belts; teddies; crotchless panties. After each one, I'd ask Iliana's opinion. Some she definitely did not like. Others she loved.
"Whoever the lucky guy is, he'll be surprised," she said. I wanted to tell her, but it wasn't the moment.
"Yes, they're very special," I replied.
A little while later, I asked her about her pregnancy. How far along was she? Five months. Was the father excited? She paused. The father wasn't in the picture. I offered her my concern and sympathies and told her about my pregnancies and how Daniel might as well not have been there.
"Well, I decided to bring this baby into this world, and I'm not letting anything stop me. Ouch." Iliana jumped from pain. The baby was kicking. "Baby's as emotional as I am, I guess."
I looked fondly at her. This picture of motherhood. "I know we don't know each other, but may I?" I raised my hand to indicate that I wanted to feel the baby.
She smiled. "You've been prancing around in your underwear in front of me. I think I know you well enough to let you feel my belly."
I came over and sat next to her on the bench. She wasn't as big as I knew she'd get, but she was far enough along to feel the baby. A bump here. A bump there. We talked about how it felt to have a life growing inside and how it changed a person's life and outlook.
"Actually, Iliana, I wasn't exactly honest with you before. Speaking of life changes, I'm not buying these clothes for my husband. I'm actually buying them for someone else."
"Oh?" She placed her hand on top of mine on her belly. "Another man?"
"Actually, a woman. I've recently realized that I'm attracted to women."
She smiled. "Really? Does your husband know?"
"No. Nor does he need to. I'm just enjoying the new feelings I'm having and the experiences."
Again, she smiled. "You're telling me this, why?"
"It's strange. I feel I can be honest with you. I didn't want to lie about that. I don't want to lie about myself anymore."
"I too have something to confess, but first I need to ask a favor."
"Sure."
Iliana asked, "Would you be willing to rub my belly a little? Sometimes it calms the baby down to rub my bare belly."
"Of course."
Iliana stood up and pulled her stretch pants down a little and pulled up her top to reveal her pregnant belly. I rubbed my hands to warm them up a little and placed my right palm against her flesh. Slowly, I made circles. I tried to remember what I liked when I was pregnant. Apparently, I was doing well. "Mmmm, very good. So, as I was saying. I appreciate you're being honest with me. I, too, must be honest." Her eyes told me she was a little hesitant, but I looked reassuringly at her. "The reason there is no father involved is that there was never any father involved." I looked at her questioningly. "I am also involved with a woman. We're actually married. And we wanted to have a baby together. We finally succeeded in getting pregnant. Now, hopefully all will go O.K.. I didn't mean to tempt fate. I mean, we want a healthy baby."
I kept looking at her. Straight in her eyes even when she looked down to avoid my gaze. "Thank you." Slowly, she looked up and I felt the warmth. I felt the closeness. I moved closer and kissed her lips. She held for a moment, and then she lifted her hand to my cheek.
"What are you doing, Lillian?"
My circular motions on her belly continued. We cuddled. Gently rubbing cheek to cheek. "Kissing a beautiful pregnant woman who seems like she could use some reassurance."
Again, a soft kiss. "I'm not beautiful. I'm fat. And I'm going to get bigger."
"Trust me. As someone who's been in your situation and knows what you're going through as well as someone who has a new appreciation for women, you're beautiful." I brought my hand up her belly to where the top met her stomach. Fingers slipped under it and found her swollen breasts. Iliana's nipples were as hard as mine, but I knew her's were more sensitive, so I tread lightly. After a moment, Iliana took a deep breath and pulled her top up and off. I reached behind and removed her bra to expose her wonderful breasts.
Before long, Iliana was stretched across the bench naked and I was on the floor beside her kissing her luscious lips, nursing on her ample breasts and stroking her sex. I still wore the last outfit she brought back a sheer baby doll nightie and sheer panties. Iliana's hands had been holding me close, but her hand closest to me slipped down inside my panties to stroke my own sex.
It was exciting and it was hot. We were like two teenagers getting in a quickie before the parents came home. Iliana's eyes told me everything I needed to know. What she wanted. How close she was. How close she wanted me to be.
Soon, we both exploded in a flash of white light and erotic fire.
And in that flash, I saw something.
Catherine, Anne and Elizabeth.
They sent me to the living room the first night I was with Karen. They promised to be my guides.
The three of them surrounded me. One on each side and one behind. Each with a hand on my belly. Within sight was a picture of my daughters. Next to the picture was an alarm clock. Everyone was looking at the picture as they rubbed my belly like I'd done to Iliana.
"You're doing well, Lillian," said Catherine.
Anne looked me in the eyes, "You're going to choose soon and walk down a path."
"At the end of that path," said Elizabeth, "two can be much more."
The alarm instantly blared.
"Lillian?" Iliana caressed my cheek. "Thank you."
I must have passed out for a second. I smiled. "My pleasure."
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