The Making of Molly Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

The Making of Molly Pt. 02

... but if she is pregnant, that Ally would be delighted. She puts it down to her doctor changing her birth control pills, supposedly because of a supply problem with the old ones, meaning Ally has had to rubber-up for 2 weeks.

Researching it online, Jasmine is quite alarmed to see that the supply issue claim may be a front for another problem. A bad batch had been detected, resulting in a number of unwanted pregnancies, and she immediately takes a test and is shocked to confirm that she is carrying Ally's baby.

Panic sets in, she hyperventilates and holds the bathroom sink to stop herself from falling. Composing herself, she takes another test and is beside herself that it is positive too.

She feels the need to strip naked and examine herself in the mirror. She holds her tummy, still flat and tight, then looks at her little pussy and says, "What trouble have we got each other into?" Feeling her boobs it dawns on it that they have been overly sensitive lately. The reality sets in that she has to have a conversation with Ally, when he comes home from work.

That Friday evening, she cooks him a meal and sets the table for him getting home. Giving her own family background of her father having little to no interest in her since birth, she half expects this to be the last time they would sit down to a meal together.

Not knowing whether to attempt to make love before she tells him, she decides not to, and tell him over seafood tagliatelle. Dressed in her purple and green ...

... summer dress that she wore the first night they were together, Jasmine opens the door to a slightly stunned Ally, looking her up and down as she stood before him. Kissing him on the lips and opening his overalls, she tells him, "Why not go and have a relaxing shower, dinner will only take about half an hour."

"Hmmmm, can I have this for afters?" Ally asks, running his hands down over the curve of her ass. "What's the occasion?

"Can't I cook for my man for no reason?" She says, dreamily looking into his eyes.

"Fuck you're hot," he replies, holding a kiss with her whilst edging towards the shower.

Clean and fresh, back Ally comes to be directed to his seat. Secretly, he's glad she had made a meal. They hadn't really relaxed together all week, and he had something to discuss with her that he thought the time might be right to do.

The meal is enjoyed and Ally follows her into the kitchen to get dessert. She had been in there about 5 minutes, and finding her leaning on the sink, looking out the window he edges up behind her, reaches around her and folds his arms around her flat tummy and asks, "Are you sure you're alright? That was a lovely meal but you seem very far away."

"I'm fine, it's been an emotional few weeks. Glad to spend some time together. Why don't you go sit down and I'll bring you your tiramisu."

He kisses her on the neck and starts to walk away and she musters as much courage as she can and says, "Ally, I'm pregnant."

Ally stops, stunned at ...