The Second Film

She was brilliant in the sunlight that streamed around her. Her shoulder length fire red curls bounced as she descended the stairs. A laundry basket precariously balanced on her hip held fast by one hand while the other held the railing. " Need some help?" Adam called setting down the extension cables we were laying. " No thanks! I'll be o.k." Her button up shirt belonged to her boyfriend, a long sleeve, striped business shirt with the cuffs rolled up. It just seemed to barely contain her . Although she was small and fair, a healthy Irish girl, green eyes, freckles and all, her pregnant stomach worked the seams of the shirt to near disaster. It was a Tuesday morning and the foyer to this turn of the century, once grand house, now apartment building was flooded with light and breeze. " Paul I'd like you to meet Maureen," Adam gestured grandly toward her as she set her basket down. Standing up, she's only a little over five feet tall, with impossibly thin legs and tiny features. She was a vision. " Wow! That's quite a package you're carrying there!" I say to her as she attempts to stop the wind from blowing the bottom of the shirt open.

She looks at me massaging her basketball-sized belly. " Tell me about it! And I'm only seven months along. If it 's already this hot now in June, how will I make it through the rest of the summer?" We shake hands. " Is all of this stuff here for your movie?" she asks Adam. We had quite a collection of equipment hogging the hallways; most of it rented from the grant we had gotten from the Boston Film and Video Foundation to make our second short film. It was summer break and we were home in Portland, ME for the next couple of months, and so far things had not been going very well. " Yeah. We should be out of the way in an hour or so. Stop by later and I'll show you some of the finished stuff." " All right, I will. Good luck on the shoot!" With that she scooped up her basket and began making her way down the stairway to the laundry room. I turn to my friend who lived here in the building. " How do you know her?" I ask. " Maureen? I've known her since Junior High. Funny how we ended up in the same building though." " She really is a beautiful girl," I say. " Tell me about it," Adam says " I've had a crush on her for years!" My raging hard-on threatened to cut off blood flow to my brain. I've got to play this cool. I'm not sure about other people, but I don't advertise my pregnant infatuation. Not even to my best friend Adam. This film we're shooting has been a pet project of mine for a few years. It's a sort of occult type story that, not surprisingly, has a pregnant main character. I do actually try to veil my love of the pregnant form, but I find that it seeps into most of my work. The girl playing the part of " Elizabeth" , the evil seductress is not actually pregnant. Her name is Becky, and since the character isn't very pregnant until later in the film, so we figured we could fake it with some sort of prosthetic device. We shoot some o.k. stuff and call it quits for the afternoon, at least for the regular actors. Adam and I have to act in it as well because there isn't enough money to get everyone we need. I'm playing a character that gets overwhelmed by Elizabeth. Most of the afternoon we spend editing earlier footage at Adams place. We crack a few beers and are about to pop in a Peter Greenaway movie, " A Zed and Two Noughts" , when a knock at the door brings in Maureen. " Hope you were serious about having me come by" , she says. Adam assures her that it is a pleasure to have her company. Maureen eases into a comfortable easy chair. Her face is shining from the perspiration her efforts have caused. " Can I get you a drink?" I ask. " I 'll take a beer. Don't worry, my doctor says it's alright to have one or two once a week." An hour passes by while we show her some of our more finished segments, and she claims to be fairly impressed. All the while my eyes are fixed on her hands which massage her enormous belly. Stroking under the bulge mostly with a back and forth motion. " That was really terrific!" she giggles, "And it's not the beer talking either."

It seemed like maybe it was, because she insisted on having a third one. A good atmosphere is developing and I'm so excited at being with this beautiful woman. She excuses herself to use the restroom. Adam turns to me and says "Paul, I'm kind of ashamed to admit this, but she is so attractive to me. I find pregnant women to be really gorgeous, and Maureen is just off the scales." I'm kind of shocked and say, "I thought I was the only one who was into that! Man, she really is amazing." " I'm thinking of asking her if she would do some of the pregnant scenes in the film, but I don't know." " What's her boyfriend like?" I ask, " Is he going to kick our asses for hitting on his knocked up girlfriend?" Maureen comes back and plops into her chair. "You know, I was thinking, if you guys were interested, maybe I could do some of the pregnant shots you need for the movie. I mean, I hope I'm not over stepping my bounds here but..." "No! I swear we were just talking about asking you. We weren't sure we should ask," I fumble. Adam quickly adds, "Will Darryl mind?" Apparently Darryl was her boyfriend. " No. I mean, he might, but so what. We're kind of on the outs lately anyway." "Jeez, what are you guys going to do about the baby?" asks Adam. "What do you mean? Oh, yeah well I guess I never told you. See what happens when we lose touch. I miss hanging out with you! This isn't Darryl's baby." Adam and I look at each other dumbfounded. She laughs, " I'm having the baby for my sister Jeanine and her husband. You remember Jeanine don't you? She's my oldest sister. They found out they couldn't have kids, so I just volunteered." "That's really amazing" 'I say, " Your boyfriend is cool with it?" "Not really. He actually went up to his parents place in the sticks for a couple of weeks to sort things out." Adam says, " I'm really sorry. If I knew I would have been helping with your groceries and stuff." Maureen was so casual about everything, and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine. If he wants to miss me in all of my godly feminine beauty, then fuck him! I'm proud of being pre gnant! He gets to be with me like this and have no responsibility afterward." It comes time for me to leave, but Maureen and Adam are still hanging out. I am so jealous that I'm practically seething. To be with her alone. Could I control myself? Would she laugh at me? I mentioned before that things weren 't going that smoothly this summer. It had nothing to do with the film, which was going fine. My personal life was in the shits. I walk down Congress Street to the apartment I share with my on again, off again girlfriend Angela. We had been going together for three years. Things had gotten kind of complicated. You know the drill, I'm off at college in Massachusetts, and she's here in Portland. We decided I'd move into her place for the summer and see if things would work out. Well they weren't, and to make things worse she got pregnant. Pregnant. Not exactly a word that a twenty-two year old grad student wants to hear. I had plans for my future, school, traveling, a career that would take me to distant lands, and most importantly, other women. Things had cooled between Angela and I. Things were different anyway. We knew that when the summer was over, I was gone. For good. She was ready to move on as well. We had started dating when she was just fifteen. Now she's nineteen and beautiful, French, dark hair, pouty full lips, large breasts, small trim figure, an ex runner. We hadn't been good to each other, both had cheated, but now had settled into a " fucking friends" situation, and we were better for it. Angela hadn't been worried when her period hadn't come, but when it was two in a row, we knew. She's ten weeks pregnant, and we just found out two weeks ago. We scheduled for her to have an abortion some time next week, as it is only legal up to twelve weeks. I was caught and felt almost constant anxiety, but at the same time a sort of weird apathy. Now I'm trapped by my insane lust for pregnant women, and my cowardice to stand and commit the rest of my life to Angela. Angela, she certainly was pretty enough, but there was no chance we would make it. I got into our apartment at about ten. Angela was still in her nurses aid outfit, as she had just ended her shift at the Maine Medical Center. Lighting a joint, she kicked off her white nurse shoes, took a drag and handed it to me. Our place was hot. Being right in the center of town, the streets didn't cool until late evening. It was a loft apartment with huge windows floor to ceiling. No air conditioning because we were poor, and I didn't even contribute to the too high rent since I had no job. I took a drag and undressed. Kneeling in front of her I unbutton the white cotton shirt and lift the sports bra, revealing her swollen breasts and br own nipples. Her chest was never small, but now had gone from a 34c to 36d. I begin to suck on her nipples while she continues to smoke. Feeling her belly, which was getting soft and a little fuller, though not yet round. I felt guilty like I was taking something from this beautiful girl, soiling her, using her up.

Our mouths kissed, not the hot kisses of passion, more of practiced harmony. A skill acquired from many nights in dirty apartments, back seats, and on blankets in some clearing in the woods. I was feeling Angela, thrusting into her. For the first time in my life not worrying over getting her pregnant, and as exciting as this was to me, it wasn't enough. Maureen haunted me even now. Full breasts and glowing skin. Her belly round and taught. Her turned out navel visible through her shirt. I considered how heavy she must feel kneeling across my chest with her red pubic hair inches from my mouth. What did she smell like? What did she taste like? I can't handle it any more and come inside of Angela. We finish up, listen to music and finally climb the ladder to our loft bedroom. As we lay together on our sides, I cup Angelas'growing belly in my hands and drift to sleep with a painfully strong hard on, dreaming guilty dreams. Early morning and the sun fills our place. It's eight in the morning. Time to get my ass up and meet Adam at the Portland Coffee Roasters. Pulling on shorts, I creep down the ladder to our living room. Trying to keep quiet to avoid waking Angela, I light up the remains of last nights joint. What the hell? It's not like I have some shit hole job to go to. Twenty minutes later, I've showered and am pushing open the door to the coffee shop. To my surprise Adam, who is invariably late, already has a table. " Hey!" I greet him while balancing a scalding latte in a china mug and saucer. " Paul, you're not going to believe the night I had." " You're not going to tell me..." " Here's what happened: We sat around for awhile, then went out for pizza, came back to my place and she lays down on my bed. We are both really tired, so I lay down net to her. We talk for awhile and she asks me why I never asked her out. So I say 'Well what if I asked you out now?' and then we start making out." " No way! How was it? Was she awesome?" Adam grins, " She's such a small girl, that she's totally tight. Her tits are huge with half dollar-sized nipples that stick out about a half inch when she gets turned on. I couldn't believe it when she took her shirt off. Her belly is almost perfectly round. It's like the only part of her that's pregnant is her stomach." " I'm floored. What's she going to do about her boy friend?" I ask. " She says they're all done anyway. We decided we are going to keep it casual and see other people. In fact she told me she thinks you're hot. She asked if I thought you would be interested in her. Then she mentioned something you're going to find very interesting. A proposition." My head is throbbing from the weed and my heart is racing. All my life I've wanted to be with a huge pregnant woman. Angela didn't really count; it was just fucked up. Adam and I had been best friends now for about four years. We had never competed over girls before, since I'd be en semi attached for years now, and the prospect of sharing Maureen seemed strange. Not really bad strange. Kind of exciting strange. I finally say, " Well what kind of proposition?" " I'll let her tell you. Oh, and fair warning, I told her that you told me she was gorgeous. Don't worry though, she's cool about it. In fact, here she comes now." Maureen walked in the door. It was a beautiful summer morning. She wore a tight pair of shorts, a button up short sleeved red and white checkered sh irt, a kerchief on her head, sandals and sunglasses. I get up from my seat and pull out a chair for her. " Hi guys!" she says slumping down into her seat. I swear that she wears these tight fitting clothes just to draw attention to herself. It works. " Adam, did you tell him?" " Yeah, but not about what you and I talked about." He says. " Oh Paul, I hope this doesn't make you too uncomfortable. I'm kind of a forward person, so if I like something, I make it mine." She laughs. " Besides it's all for posterity's sake. " I'm flushing completely red at this point. This is turning out to be a wild day, and it isn't even noon yet. "What do you mean?" I ask. " I didn't get to that part yet." Adam confides. " Well no wonder you look scared!" "I'm not..." I fumble. She takes my hand, "I'm not having this baby for my sister for completely selfless reasons Paul. See, I've been writing for girls'magazines for a few years now. Not really a regular column or anything, but more like point of view type stuff. You know, 'My College Sex Life' type garbage. Anyway, I pitched an idea to some publishers, and they signed me to a book deal. The premise is that I'm going to be a surrogate mother at least twice and write about it. Not a boring diary of pregnancy, this is wild and my publisher is psyched! It is going to be a true account of a young, single, sexy woman, and how she dates and the lovers she takes." "Are you serious?" I ask. " Completely serious." She says. Adam then tells me what has him practically bursting. "Paul, after we finish the horror film, were going to do a documentary that follows Maureen that will coincide with her book!" It only takes me a second to consider this and realize that this is the best idea that I've ever heard. Not only would it be just about the most erotic thing that I could possibly consider, but I'm positive that we could get some major film funding for this. "This is perfect! We'll have to start shooting with you simultaneously Maureen. Adam, tomorrow we are going to have to start writing up a grant proposal." "I'm glad you like the idea Paul," she says, " but what about the other thing? Are you interested in being part of my book?" "Well, uh, I don't mind telling you that seems really strange. You know, talking about this so openly, and in front of you Adam. I guess I'm game. I mean, Adam already told you that I find you attractive." " No Adam told me you think I'm Hot!" She looks at me with a sly grin. " Now come with me to my apartment so I can show you some of the work I've done." Adam tells me to go, and that we'll meet up later for our shoot at six. Maureens' apartment is immaculate, although her boyfriend had been staying with her; it was really her place. She turns to me, " You know, we can look at my stuff later. I just wanted to be alone with you. I could tell you wanted me when you first saw me yesterday. Your eyes were practically falling out of your head!" " I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so obvious, but you are so gorgeous. Man, I can't believe this is happening! It's just too weird." " Don't be nervous. It's o.k. I won't bite you." " It's not that. I've always found pregnant girls so attractive, and now this is like a fantasy becoming reality." " How do you want me?" She asks. I sit down in her easy chair and she moves toward me. The apartment aglow from the diffused light coming through the drawn curtain. The air conditioner hums from the window, and a cool breeze refreshes the room. Bending down she kisses me soft and full on the mouth, her breath minty. Her hair is loose now and falls around my face. Standing before me she says, " Are you ready to see me?" All I can do is moan as she unbuttons her blouse revealing herself. I lean in and kiss her inverted navel and run my tongue up towards her breasts, following the dark pink line that runs down the center of her perfect belly. Her fingers begin to fumble at the front catch of her bra, then finally freeing her breasts. Breasts are the wrong term for her. These are boobs , full and heavy. I hold them in my hands to feel their weight. They are pale white and spotted with pale pink freckles. I run my tongue over her nipples, then suck them until they are hard and grow long in my mouth. She pushes my face away and steps b ack, wriggling out of her shorts and underpants. Walking back to me she puts her right leg up on to the arm of the chair as I lean back. She leans into me pushing her nicely trimmed red pubic hair into my mouth. It's somewhat awkward as her under belly is pressing into my forehead. The smell of her is clean, like a fresh soap. I move my arms between her legs to hold her close as I lick her vagina. She bucks slightly while I work her, saying " Oh yes, this will work. This will work." Shuddering, she comes as I hold her. Her belly contracts with each muscle spasm that her orgasm brings. I excuse myself to the bathroom to wash my face and check my breath.

When I come out she is waiting for me in her bedroom. " Hi." She says, flushing with embarrassment. " Don't tell me you're getting shy," I joke. " No, it's just that I haven't always been this free with my body. I guess I find you really beautiful, and..." she pauses, " I don't know. I want us to be good friends. This could be a lot of fun, and besides you're a great kisser." She takes my arms and stretches me out on the bed. " I'm going to undress you now, and you're not to touch me until I say so," she commands. My shoes are already off as I lie on my back. Maureen eases my shorts and bo xers down and off, allowing her hanging breasts to rub down the length of my legs. My erection is huge as I wait with just my tee shirt on. Maureen leans over from the side of the bed where she stands and cups my balls as she sucks around the base of my penis, then licking the length of it. I reach for her and she turns on me. " Not until I say so," she chides, " Maybe I'll have to restrain you." I take off my shirt and lean back. Climbing on the king sized bed; Maureen straddles me, pinning my arms under her legs. She leans forward letting her beautiful boobs hang in my face. Her round belly is rubbing into me as she shifts her hips to brush her pussy against my dick. Reaching under the pillow she says, " Put this on." I fumble with the condom as she gives me heavy, wet and sloppy kisses all over my face and neck. " Hope you don't mind, but as part of my book deal everyone needs to get tested for STD's before we go unprotected." " It's O.K.," I say. Of course it's O.K., this is probably the best day of my life! Sitting upright, Maureen slides herself down the length of me until I'm fully inside of her. Instead of up and down she begins gently moving back and forth, pushing her clitoris hard against the base of my penis. " Put your hands on me," she moans, " Feel my belly, suck my tits." She rocks and sways until she squeals and shudders and finally she gently collapses onto me. It is cool in the room and the thin clean perspiration on her fair skin evaporates quickly. Her huge stomach pressed into me moving slightly from the baby and her heavy breathing. Rolling on to her side, she says, " Lay behind me and take me." I obey her. Lying on my right side, I hold her hips and push in and out of her tight pussy. I can't really say I was feeling anything but pure joy, but lying like this did give me pause to think about Angela, and how we just spent the night in the same position. Angela, who carried my baby in her still perfect, but quickly growing belly. Guilt crept in slightly, but not enough to stop. I didn't think anything could make me stop. Maureen twisted around and cupped my balls, giving me small rhythmic squeezes until finally I can take it no more. " Pull out!" she commands me. Maureen pulls the rubber off and jams my dick in to her mouth, sucking as I came harder than ever before it my life. My orgasm seemed to last for minutes as she gently stroked my balls and licked my penis until its involuntary twitching ceased. Leaving the room for a minute Maureen came back with two tall glasses of iced tea. I finally summon up the strength to sit up and get dressed. Mareen pulls on a light weight silk robe that barely covers her sweet ass. " Listen, " she says," this was amazing, but for it to happen again we have to set some ground rules." Attentive, I look into her eyes and nod. " What we are is friends, hopefully we'll be great friends, but just friends." She continues," So no jealousy. Adam has agreed already, and well, there could be others too. For now though, it will just be you two. I've decided to cut Darryl off. He was different. He was my boyfriend. A bad idea that was getting in the way of my work. So we're buddies, you and me. Is that cool with you?" " You're the boss," I smile. It was now mid afternoon and I had some script revisions to do for the movie. Maureen walks me to the door. " Is it alright if I come by your shoot tonight?" she asks. " Of course! We'll be down near the water at the eastern prominade. If you want you can catch a ride with us." Sounds great! Now give me a kiss and get going." I pull her to me and open her robe. My hands stoke the underside of her belly near her crotch, and we kiss fiercely. Then it happens. The slam of the door opening next to us, and all of a sudden there's Darryl. All six feet two inches of Darryl. "What the FUCK!?!"

To be continued in part 2...coming soon. Thank you; Doc Hastur June 27, 2000