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Well this certainly is odd; here I am, staring at a pregnant chick that just followed me off the bus. Great, just great. Ok, I need to answer her. Stop being a wuss and just answer her. Do it, stop thinking about it and do it!

“Uh, yeah, my name is Roger.” I say aloud to her with a fake confidence in my voice.

“Oh yeah? Nice name, you don’t hear it too often anymore.” She replies as she shifts in my passenger seat.

“So, when we getting this show on the road?” She asks turning to face me again.

“Well, first, what’s your name? You just don’t expect me to drive some stranger around in my car do you? Even if the stranger is as cute as you.” I reply after mustering some genuine courage.

“Amanda.” She replies with a slight smile.

“Alright, Amanda, let’s go.” I say as I put my keys in the ignition and start the car. It’s about 5 o clock and pretty dark out now. I turn on the head lights and affix my seatbelt.

“Seatbelts on.” I say to Amanda.

“Not an easy task to accomplish, but I'll fasten it somehow.” Amanda replies as she slowly pulls the seatbelt around and over her belly, finally clicking it into place.

“Good, sit tight.” I respond.

Here we go, just a nice quick drive back to my place. Man, I wish I knew what she wanted. She obviously wants something out of me, why would she be here? Why IS she even here? Do I just ask her? Do I want to know? Wait, why did I even let her in my car? Do I want something from her? I mean, of course I do, but….

“So how old are you? You’re a college student right?” Amanda asks, breaking the silence.

“Oh um, kinda, I’m a graduate student, and I’m 25.” I reply, careful not to take my eyes off the road.

“How about you? You a student?” I ask.

“Nope, college is generally a waste of time.” She responds.

“Oh preaching to the choir on that one sweetheart.” I say instinctively.

“Sweetheart eh? I like that, but yeah, college is crap now. No jobs, no money, no opportunities, life blows.” She says with a mildly stern tone.

“You don’t say? Yeah, I kinda agree. The only reason I’m a grad student is there simply are no job opportunities, and being in school maintains something for me to do. Something anyways.” I say with upbeat tone.

“Interesting.” She replies as she fixes her glasses.

Wow, what an odd character. She seems like a sweet enough girl but I’m still very confused by this whole situation. Well, we’re almost to my place. What should I ask her? What are we even going to do?

“So you hungry or anything?” I ask.

“No, I ate before I caught the bus. You?” She responds.

“Nah, I ate a while ago, so I’m not that hungry yet. Well, anyways, we’re here.” I say as we pull into my drive way. I turn the car off, turn the lights off, open the door and rush to her door. I open it for her and gesture my hand out to help her.

“See, you really are a gentleman, I like that.” She says as she slowly rising from my cramped car. Even in the darkness of night, she is quite beautiful. As she walks with me towards my front porch, I stop to open the door and turn to smile at her. The faint light from the stars and moon reflect off her glasses in an almost eerie yet wonderful way. I get the door open and we walk in. Must to my surprise, I feel safe. There is no point in remaining nervous.

“Hm, nice place.” Amanda says as she looks around my boring, plain living room. As we enter, my German shepherd comes to greet us. At first my dog puts up an aggressive front, but after calming her myself and introducing her to Amanda, she relents and sits on the couch, waiting for something to happen.

“Sorry, she can be a handful sometimes.” I reply in apology.

“No, it’s alright, no big deal.” Amanda says as she sits down on my couch. She reaches down and tries to remove her shoes and I instinctively bend over and slip them off for her.

“Why thank you. You can probably imagine how hard that daily routine has become for me.” She says with a faint giggle.

“Oh yeah, I read you loud and clear.” I say as I walk her shoes to door and remove mine as well. I stop to look at her. She really is beautiful as she sits there. Her large glasses perfectly frame her pale face. I correct my initial erroneous assumption; her hair is obviously naturally black once you see it up close. I walk towards her and sit in between her and my dog.

“So, what do you want to do?” I ask in an attempt to steer the events of the evening.

“First, may I use your bathroom? That long bus ride has done me in.” She says as she raises her eye brows high.

“Oh yes, sorry, it’s right up the stairs to the right, can’t miss it.” I respond as I stand gesturing to the target.

“Thank you!”, She says as she rises with surprising agility and heads off to my bathroom. As she walks up the stairs, I can’t help but stare at her from behind. Her rear is exceptional. She has a beauty that could render men a mere puppet to her. I guess I am falling for this puppeteer. I might as well play the part of the marionette tonight. She spends some time in the room before descending the staircase, her purse around her left arm, her overcoat now folded around her right.

“Is there somewhere I can place these?” She says as she hands them out forward.

“Yes, of course, right here is fine.” I point towards my simple coffee table. She obliges and then turns to me.

“So, you were asking what I wanted to do?” She says.

“Yeah, let me put my dog out then we’ll continue this.” I take my beloved German shepherd by the collar and lead her outside and hook her up to her leash. She looks at me with puzzled eyes; I look back with my own confused gaze. She doesn’t understand Amanda any more than I do apparently. I head back into my house and into the living room where Amanda is still standing.

“So, what did you have in mind?” I say in a very attentive manner.

“How about you show me your room? There isn’t a lot stuff down here beyong some furniture. Where’s your TV and all that jazz?” She asks as she slowly, playfully shuffles towards me.

“O-ok, follow me.” I say with a stutter. I lead her up the stairs and into my room. It’s a relative disaster. Various posters of bands, beloved video games, and other junk that would make one assume a 15 year old boy resided in this lair. As she looks around she pulls her hair back, fixes her glasses, and then sits on my bed.

“Join me.” She, the puppeteer commands.

“Very well.” I respond in perfect marionette fashion. She reaches out with her hands and takes mine in hers. She lifts them up to her face and places them on her pale cheeks. She is very warm, marvelously warm actually. Her skin is also soft, like an unearthly degree of softness. Our eyes meet and she leans in and rests her body into mine. Her breasts meet my chest, her belly meets my lap, and her face meets the side of mine.

“You’re different. You don’t see me as a hippo, or a human cow. You see me as something else, don’t you?” She says with a very faint voice.

“I see you as a beautiful flower in full bloom. I see you as a masterpiece of art, a living, breathing Hellenistic sculpture.” I reply staring off into space. My eyes are completely void. I am aware that I am staring, but I see nothing. I feel my vision simply expand beyond the limits.

“You liken me to some Greek goddess statue or something like that?” She says as she lowers her hands down to my hips.

“You could say that.” I reply as I raise my hands around her shoulders. She then pushes off me and leans back onto my bed. She pulls her legs up and puts them on my bed. She gazes upwards at my boring, white ceiling. Her black stocking are pulled tight around her ample legs. Her black and white striped shirt begins come up, exposing some skin around her belly. I lean in and lay next to her. I lay on my right side and silence comes over us until she breaks it.

“Let me fix myself, real fast.” She says as she sits up and hangs her legs over the end of my bed. She removes her stockings and tosses them on the floor. She then stands and much to my shock removes her skirt. I turn violently red and stand up and quickly retort.

“Hey, um, what are you doing?” I say reaching for her hands which are now firming on her own hips.
“You know what I’m doing, don’t fight this. You don’t need to be a gentleman anymore.” She says as she lowers her skirt all the way. She slips her feet out of it and then reaches for my hands again. Beneath her shirt covered belly is a neon purple panty and a small tattoo on her left thigh. It appears to be a series of stars.

“What’s with the tattoo?” I ask looking down.

“An old thing, nothing more.” She says as she sits back down on my bed, pulling me with her. This is just so strange. I know what she’s going for, at least, I think I do, but I can’t. I can’t do this with someone I just met. I suddenly rise and wipe the sweat from my brow.

“I have to let my dog in, one…one second.” I say leaving the room before she can reply. I race down stairs, let in my dog, who notices how perturbed I am. I quickly get her dinner together and grab two bottles of water and race back up to my room. I open the door and find Amanda lying on her side in my bed, stroking her belly with her left hand, while bracing her head up with her right.

“I brought water in case we need it.” I say with a very anxious tone.

“Just lay with me.” She says and again I find myself playing the marionette. I set the waters down on my night stand and crawl into bed next to her. My bed is only a twin sized, quite small for us. She then rolls over and presses herself into me again.

“I’m here. Now what?” She says as she lowers her head onto my shoulder.

“Um…not this. Not the whole thing. Not now…” I reply as the anxiety begins to apex.

“Then let’s try something simpler.” Amanda says as she grabs my hand and lays it on her belly. This is unbelievable. Only a thin layer of black and white fabric separates me from her belly.

“May I feel?” I ask as I turn and make eye contact. As I finish my words, a thin smile appears as she leans flat on her back and slowly lifts her shirt up. It is unbelievable. The perfect round orb that dominates her mid-section is gorgeous. Everything about this girl is amazing. Her legs are full and smooth, her skin is pale like the moon and soft like the finest fur. Amanda’s belly has a thin, almost unnoticeable line running down the center. Her belly button sticks out a good bit and has a small set of pink stretch marks around it. Her belly button is like the center of the Milky Way; while her belly is the myriad of solar systems that make up the galaxy, while her body itself the cosmos that surrounds all.

“Go head, don’t be shy. Don’t be.” Amanda says as she closes her eyes. First my left hand touches the sides while my right caresses the apex of her belly. I bring my hands together over her belly button and cannot believe what I feel. It’s impossibly smooth and warm. I run my hands over the surface of her belly for God knows how long before she reaches up and takes my hands again.

“I’m so sorry. I’m a loser with nothing to offer you other than my body.” She says as she leans up.

“No, that’s not true, I know you have more. There are many wonderful experiences, secrets, and goodies locked away inside you. Let’s bring them out.” I say as I let go entirely. No more being guided by anxiety or by the strings of a temporary master. I lay down next to her, she turns unto her left side, and I turn unto my right. Her belly connects us like a divine bridge connecting heaven to earth. My left hand rubs her belly as she leans in and kisses me.

“This is wonderful, truly it is.” I say as my voice gives from the sheer bliss.

“I agree. I haven’t felt loved in months.” She says as she buries her face in my chest. She curls up into a ball and I wrap around her. We form a human yingyang symbol and I pull the covers over us. She takes off her glasses and lays them on the end table and we resume our pose. Time slowly slips away as the silence of the night comes over us.

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Well this certainly is odd; here I am, staring at a pregnant chick that just followed me off the bus. Great, just great. Ok, I need to answer her. Stop being a wuss and just answer her. Do it, stop thinking about it and do it!

“Uh, yeah, my name is Roger.” I say aloud to her with a fake confidence in my voice.

“Oh yeah? Nice name, you don’t hear it too often anymore.” She replies as she shifts in my passenger seat.

“So, when we getting this show on the road?” She asks turning to face me again.

“Well, first, what’s your name? You just don’t expect me to drive some stranger around in my car do you? Even if the stranger is as cute as you.” I reply after mustering some genuine courage.

“Amanda.” She replies with a slight smile.

“Alright, Amanda, let’s go.” I say as I put my keys in the ignition and start the car. It’s about 5 o clock and pretty dark out now. I turn on the head lights and affix my seatbelt.

“Seatbelts on.” I say to Amanda.

“Not an easy task to accomplish, but I'll fasten it somehow.” Amanda replies as she slowly pulls the seatbelt around and over her belly, finally clicking it into place.

“Good, sit tight.” I respond.

Here we go, just a nice quick drive back to my place. Man, I wish I knew what she wanted. She obviously wants something out of me, why would she be here? Why IS she even here? Do I just ask her? Do I want to know? Wait, why did I even let her in my car? Do I want something from her? I mean, of course I do, but….

“So how old are you? You’re a college student right?” Amanda asks, breaking the silence.

“Oh um, kinda, I’m a graduate student, and I’m 25.” I reply, careful not to take my eyes off the road.

“How about you? You a student?” I ask.

“Nope, college is generally a waste of time.” She responds.

“Oh preaching to the choir on that one sweetheart.” I say instinctively.

“Sweetheart eh? I like that, but yeah, college is crap now. No jobs, no money, no opportunities, life blows.” She says with a mildly stern tone.

“You don’t say? Yeah, I kinda agree. The only reason I’m a grad student is there simply are no job opportunities, and being in school maintains something for me to do. Something anyways.” I say with upbeat tone.

“Interesting.” She replies as she fixes her glasses.

Wow, what an odd character. She seems like a sweet enough girl but I’m still very confused by this whole situation. Well, we’re almost to my place. What should I ask her? What are we even going to do?

“So you hungry or anything?” I ask.

“No, I ate before I caught the bus. You?” She responds.

“Nah, I ate a while ago, so I’m not that hungry yet. Well, anyways, we’re here.” I say as we pull into my drive way. I turn the car off, turn the lights off, open the door and rush to her door. I open it for her and gesture my hand out to help her.

“See, you really are a gentleman, I like that.” She says as she slowly rising from my cramped car. Even in the darkness of night, she is quite beautiful. As she walks with me towards my front porch, I stop to open the door and turn to smile at her. The faint light from the stars and moon reflect off her glasses in an almost eerie yet wonderful way. I get the door open and we walk in. Must to my surprise, I feel safe. There is no point in remaining nervous.

“Hm, nice place.” Amanda says as she looks around my boring, plain living room. As we enter, my German shepherd comes to greet us. At first my dog puts up an aggressive front, but after calming her myself and introducing her to Amanda, she relents and sits on the couch, waiting for something to happen.

“Sorry, she can be a handful sometimes.” I reply in apology.

“No, it’s alright, no big deal.” Amanda says as she sits down on my couch. She reaches down and tries to remove her shoes and I instinctively bend over and slip them off for her.

“Why thank you. You can probably imagine how hard that daily routine has become for me.” She says with a faint giggle.

“Oh yeah, I read you loud and clear.” I say as I walk her shoes to door and remove mine as well. I stop to look at her. She really is beautiful as she sits there. Her large glasses perfectly frame her pale face. I correct my initial erroneous assumption; her hair is obviously naturally black once you see it up close. I walk towards her and sit in between her and my dog.

“So, what do you want to do?” I ask in an attempt to steer the events of the evening.

“First, may I use your bathroom? That long bus ride has done me in.” She says as she raises her eye brows high.

“Oh yes, sorry, it’s right up the stairs to the right, can’t miss it.” I respond as I stand gesturing to the target.

“Thank you!”, She says as she rises with surprising agility and heads off to my bathroom. As she walks up the stairs, I can’t help but stare at her from behind. Her rear is exceptional. She has a beauty that could render men a mere puppet to her. I guess I am falling for this puppeteer. I might as well play the part of the marionette tonight. She spends some time in the room before descending the staircase, her purse around her left arm, her overcoat now folded around her right.

“Is there somewhere I can place these?” She says as she hands them out forward.

“Yes, of course, right here is fine.” I point towards my simple coffee table. She obliges and then turns to me.

“So, you were asking what I wanted to do?” She says.

“Yeah, let me put my dog out then we’ll continue this.” I take my beloved German shepherd by the collar and lead her outside and hook her up to her leash. She looks at me with puzzled eyes; I look back with my own confused gaze. She doesn’t understand Amanda any more than I do apparently. I head back into my house and into the living room where Amanda is still standing.

“So, what did you have in mind?” I say in a very attentive manner.

“How about you show me your room? There isn’t a lot stuff down here beyong some furniture. Where’s your TV and all that jazz?” She asks as she slowly, playfully shuffles towards me.

“O-ok, follow me.” I say with a stutter. I lead her up the stairs and into my room. It’s a relative disaster. Various posters of bands, beloved video games, and other junk that would make one assume a 15 year old boy resided in this lair. As she looks around she pulls her hair back, fixes her glasses, and then sits on my bed.

“Join me.” She, the puppeteer commands.

“Very well.” I respond in perfect marionette fashion. She reaches out with her hands and takes mine in hers. She lifts them up to her face and places them on her pale cheeks. She is very warm, marvelously warm actually. Her skin is also soft, like an unearthly degree of softness. Our eyes meet and she leans in and rests her body into mine. Her breasts meet my chest, her belly meets my lap, and her face meets the side of mine.

“You’re different. You don’t see me as a hippo, or a human cow. You see me as something else, don’t you?” She says with a very faint voice.

“I see you as a beautiful flower in full bloom. I see you as a masterpiece of art, a living, breathing Hellenistic sculpture.” I reply staring off into space. My eyes are completely void. I am aware that I am staring, but I see nothing. I feel my vision simply expand beyond the limits.

“You liken me to some Greek goddess statue or something like that?” She says as she lowers her hands down to my hips.

“You could say that.” I reply as I raise my hands around her shoulders. She then pushes off me and leans back onto my bed. She pulls her legs up and puts them on my bed. She gazes upwards at my boring, white ceiling. Her black stocking are pulled tight around her ample legs. Her black and white striped shirt begins come up, exposing some skin around her belly. I lean in and lay next to her. I lay on my right side and silence comes over us until she breaks it.

“Let me fix myself, real fast.” She says as she sits up and hangs her legs over the end of my bed. She removes her stockings and tosses them on the floor. She then stands and much to my shock removes her skirt. I turn violently red and stand up and quickly retort.

“Hey, um, what are you doing?” I say reaching for her hands which are now firming on her own hips.
“You know what I’m doing, don’t fight this. You don’t need to be a gentleman anymore.” She says as she lowers her skirt all the way. She slips her feet out of it and then reaches for my hands again. Beneath her shirt covered belly is a neon purple panty and a small tattoo on her left thigh. It appears to be a series of stars.

“What’s with the tattoo?” I ask looking down.

“An old thing, nothing more.” She says as she sits back down on my bed, pulling me with her. This is just so strange. I know what she’s going for, at least, I think I do, but I can’t. I can’t do this with someone I just met. I suddenly rise and wipe the sweat from my brow.

“I have to let my dog in, one…one second.” I say leaving the room before she can reply. I race down stairs, let in my dog, who notices how perturbed I am. I quickly get her dinner together and grab two bottles of water and race back up to my room. I open the door and find Amanda lying on her side in my bed, stroking her belly with her left hand, while bracing her head up with her right.

“I brought water in case we need it.” I say with a very anxious tone.

“Just lay with me.” She says and again I find myself playing the marionette. I set the waters down on my night stand and crawl into bed next to her. My bed is only a twin sized, quite small for us. She then rolls over and presses herself into me again.

“I’m here. Now what?” She says as she lowers her head onto my shoulder.

“Um…not this. Not the whole thing. Not now…” I reply as the anxiety begins to apex.

“Then let’s try something simpler.” Amanda says as she grabs my hand and lays it on her belly. This is unbelievable. Only a thin layer of black and white fabric separates me from her belly.

“May I feel?” I ask as I turn and make eye contact. As I finish my words, a thin smile appears as she leans flat on her back and slowly lifts her shirt up. It is unbelievable. The perfect round orb that dominates her mid-section is gorgeous. Everything about this girl is amazing. Her legs are full and smooth, her skin is pale like the moon and soft like the finest fur. Amanda’s belly has a thin, almost unnoticeable line running down the center. Her belly button sticks out a good bit and has a small set of pink stretch marks around it. Her belly button is like the center of the Milky Way; while her belly is the myriad of solar systems that make up the galaxy, while her body itself the cosmos that surrounds all.

“Go head, don’t be shy. Don’t be.” Amanda says as she closes her eyes. First my left hand touches the sides while my right caresses the apex of her belly. I bring my hands together over her belly button and cannot believe what I feel. It’s impossibly smooth and warm. I run my hands over the surface of her belly for God knows how long before she reaches up and takes my hands again.

“I’m so sorry. I’m a loser with nothing to offer you other than my body.” She says as she leans up.

“No, that’s not true, I know you have more. There are many wonderful experiences, secrets, and goodies locked away inside you. Let’s bring them out.” I say as I let go entirely. No more being guided by anxiety or by the strings of a temporary master. I lay down next to her, she turns unto her left side, and I turn unto my right. Her belly connects us like a divine bridge connecting heaven to earth. My left hand rubs her belly as she leans in and kisses me.

“This is wonderful, truly it is.” I say as my voice gives from the sheer bliss.

“I agree. I haven’t felt loved in months.” She says as she buries her face in my chest. She curls up into a ball and I wrap around her. We form a human yingyang symbol and I pull the covers over us. She takes off her glasses and lays them on the end table and we resume our pose. Time slowly slips away as the silence of the night comes over us.