Bay carefully backed her car into a vacant parking space and then checked to make sure that she had all of her class supplies organized before heading into the building. This was second to last natural child birth class and she wondered why this was a mother only class and all husbands and boyfriends were banned for this particular night. With her huge belly leading the way she waddle up the stairs before making her way to the cafeteria of the old grade school that was being used for evening adult education classes. She was almost to the door when a voice from the far end of the corridor sounded out, “Hey, Bay, wait up and I’ll sit with ya!” Bay turned to see who was calling her name and was happy to see that it was Patti. Bay marveled at how petite Patti still looked even though she was already seven and a half months pregnant. “God, I’ll be so glad when this is all over,” Patti said when she approached Bay, “I feel like such a cow!” “Youuuuuu?!?!” Bay exclaimed. “You’re a string bean compared to me, just look at my boobs, they’re literally bigger than your head!” Patti giggled her infectious laugh and replied, “Well, let’s just say we’re both a little on the hefty side!” Bay nodded her head and led the two of them inside where at least twenty other pregnant women were already sitting down on their mats doing stretching exercises.

Tessa and I had been at the bar all night and had way too much to drink so they called us a taxi. After about thirty minutes and another drink later the taxi arrived and she and I piled into the back seat. “Where you two ladies headed?” “Home.” “Uhhh where exactly is that?” I laughed, “142^nd and Broad Street.” “Gotcha.” As we sat in the back seat, Tessa had slid her hand over my thigh and winked at me. I had no idea what she was up to, but she was definitely up to something. We had a long drive ahead of us so I was sure I’d find out. Our driver pulled out into traffic and we were off.

June Walker fidgeted nervously in her seat while waiting for Dr. Sherman. “How did she get herself into these things?!?” she asked under her breath while staring at the sweeping second hand of the clock on the wall. She was lost in thought when she was ripped back to reality when the door to the office burst open and Dr. Wendy Sherman swept into the room! “Hello,” the doctor said with wide smile, “I’m Dr. Sherman and you must be June!” Dr. Sherman’s easy manner quickly put June at ease. She returned the smile and replied, “I’m glad to meet you, doctor.” Wendy Sherman donned a pair of wire rimmed glasses and scanned the first several pages of June’s file. “It says here that your divorced,” Wendy said. “Did that have anything to do with your condition?” June lowered her eyes and with head bowed replied, “I’m afraid so, doctor, Tom just couldn’t take it any more, and who could blame him!” “Were you able to have regular sex with him?” Wendy asked. “I guess it depends on your definition of regular,” June answered slowly. “Of course I wanted it every morning and night, but with his job and all.......” June’s voice trailed off wistfully as tears began running down her cheeks. She really loved Tom, but her insatiable appetite for sex was just too much for him, and after only three years of marriage he moved out of the apartment and filed for divorce. “Take it easy,” the doctor said quietly while sliding a box of tissues to the other side of the table, “it not your fault, you have a sickness, and we’re going to try and do something about it!”

I had just finished a week long merger. I was as stressed as I could be. My entire body ached, so when, Richard, my partner at the firm had mentioned going to the masseuse, I asked if I could tag along. I didn’t have any plans that evening and I really needed to relax. He told me to be open minded about the whole thing, since they usually got ‘really’ friendly with you. I laughed. He was joking, right? I made a mental note to make sure I was going to be ‘paired’ with another female. I preferred the feminine touch. Richard popped into my office about ten after five and said he’d meet me in the parking lot and we’d take his car. Traffic is horrible and since I didn’t know where this place was, we both agreed one car would be best. I packed up everything I’d need. Being a lawyer, I’ve learned to keep an extra pair of everything in the office, many long nights and rumpled suits later have taught me that.

I am fortunate. I have a great house, a high paying job and a sexy woman who loves me. My lover is absolutely to die for. She’s five foot eight; 145 pounds and a fiery redhead, not to mention stacked and has all the curves in the right places. She stays at home and operates her websites. They range from free sites to a cam site, featuring her of course.