This was last year and it was my friend Aarons birthday, so of course I decided to get drunk, very drunk. I was out all night with him and he offered to let me crash on his couch, pretty normal routine thing to do when I was too drunk to drive home. We stumble in the door and into the living room to find his wife, Jessica hands around her swollen belly, rolling her eyes and beginning to walk to the bedroom, annoyed at our shenanigans. I settled in to my usual spot on the couch and flipped on the TV, and began to get ready for bed, watching Aaron walk into the bedroom and hearing him flop down on the mattress.
This is where it began to get a little weird, she came out again clutching a blanket in just a robe, handing it to me with a little sweep that exposed one of her nipples, her belly swinging in front of her as she lowered herself down next to me. We exchanged some idle chit chat about the TV show as I tucked the blanket below me. As drunk as I was I couldn’t help ogle her a little bit, pregnant or no. She was a tiny little thing, even with the weight she’d put on the 6 months of her pregnancy. Almost a foot shorter than me, I couldn’t resist the temptation to sneak a glance down the robe at the creamy, swelling breasts that were poorly hidden within. I could tell I wasn’t being as subtle as I was hoping as she began to move.