The Pregnant Matchmaker Pt. 02

Monday brought the first day of rehearsal at the Theatre. Under normal circumstances, being able to throw myself into work was a good way to sort of sublimate my nasty little sexual desires. Unfortunately, that plan was thrown out of the window when my Stage Manager, Rebecca, came in the door. She wasn't wearing anything particularly sexy—Stage Managers usually wear mostly black to work—but even in a T-shirt and workout pants she just looked so alluring. But that wasn't something I particularly wanted to think of at that time. I had to shut that part of my mind off and focus on directing. I managed to get through the day well enough, pro that I am, and after rehearsal it was just Rebecca and I alone in the rehearsal studio. I was going over some script notes and she was marking out the stage with some painter's tape. All the while, she was humming a tune to herself. It sounded so familiar to me but I couldn't quite place it.

She finished up her work and came up to my table.

"Wanna walk back home?" she asked.

"You go ahead," I replied. "I'll catch up."

"No prob! Catch you tomorrow."

And off she went.

This happened a few more times that week, we would work a long day of rehearsal, the actors would disperse for the evening, Rebecca and I would go over production notes or she'd organize props and call designers, and then she'd meticulously file everything away in a portfolio.

Everything about her drove me wild—she would tie up her hair in this floofy bun during rehearsal and at the end, she'd undo it and swoosh her hair around-she looked so majestic. Instead of looking frumpy in her loose black clothes, she looked sexy and alluring. When she walked, her hips would make this gentle sashay.

And after every rehearsal, she'd ask me if I wanted to walk back home with her, and I'd pass.

I felt pretty stupid for shutting her down like that-if anything, that was the perfect opportunity for us to be alone and get to talk a little more in depth. And don't get me wrong, I really wanted to do that. But it seemed neither the time nor the place for that to happen. We were, after all, two professionals at work and I felt I had to keep some degree of decorum. I had to imagine she felt the same way. Part of me kept wondering, though, if she was simply very friendly, or if she had some interest.

***

That Friday, after rehearsal, Rebecca had once again asked if I was heading back and I again said I had a few more notes to take care of. Then she asked if I had any plans for the weekend and if I'd come over to Danielle's at all, and I said it was possible. And she left. I stayed in the studio for another 15 minutes or so before packing myself up and heading back to Marcia's. It was kind of on the late side when I got in and she and Paul had gone to bed. But she'd left some food out for me—everyone in this town was so hospitable—which I ate and then I went up to the attic to get ready for bed. Then, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Danielle.

"POOL. TEN MINUTES." was all it said.

Knowing she wasn't quite so terse, I figured something was up. I walked through to her backyard and sat by the pool. She came out a minute or two later. She was not dressed for a swim, instead wearing a tie-dyed tanktop and gym shorts that were better suited for a woman not pregnant with twins. She groaned a bit as she sat down next to me, our feet dangling in the pool.

"Whew!" she said. "It is not getting easier with this belly."

She was so large at this point that she had to put her hands behind her to brace herself up. Her belly stuck out well across her thighs. I knew she didn't invite me down here to talk about that, though.

"What's doing?" I asked.

"I think it's more like what's not doing," she said. "Why do you keep putting off Rebecca?"

"Why did I know that's what you wanted to talk about?"

"Well, so clearly she's on your mind, right?" she asked.

"Sure. I fully admit she's super cute and totally my type. But we have to work together and I don't feel as though..."

"Oh, cut the crap, John!" she said, interrupting me. "How do you expect to get anywhere with that kind of attitude? You're here to work but don't let her slide. She told me she keeps asking you to walk back here with her and you always say no. She wants to get to know you better!"

"OK, OK, but I..."

"No buts! The only butt here is on me," she said, pointing to her backside. I chuckled.

"OK. I'll walk home with her the next time she asks." I said.

"Please do. It's at least a start. And we're having one of our pool parties on Sunday so I hope you'll come and talk to her."

"I'll be here."

"You'll get to see her in a bathing suit...you'll love it."

"I've seen her in one already."

"Were you watching her swim the other night?"

"I was."

"And?"

"She definitely looks good in a bathing suit."

"Wouldn't you like to see her without one?"

"Yes."

"Wouldn't you like to see her all round and pregnant like me?"

"I would."

"Well, you can't make that happen unless you talk to her, dummy!"

"Ok, ok. Point taken. I'll talk to her. I promise."

"That's all I ask."

She sighed and leaned back further. She started rubbing her belly and pulled her tank top up exposing herself.

"Wow." I said.

"Right? Feel it! You know you don't have to be shy with me."

She grabbed my hand and placed it on the top of her belly. It felt almost completely solid. Her twins were rolling around quite a bit inside her. We looked at each other and she smiled.

"So what you're feeling right now? That goes on all the time," she said.

"It must be so wild having all that movement inside you."

"Oh goodness, it is! It was always uncomfortable towards the end of my other pregnancies when the babies would move around. I can't believe I look like this and still have seven weeks to go."

"So your doctor wants you to get to 38 weeks?"

"Yeah, that's normal for twins." she said. She winced a bit and moved my hand to one side of her belly.

"Here, feel this one!" she said. "She's the mischief maker. Alllllways kicking me. Right under the ribs."

The baby was giving her some really good shots.

"Do you think you'll even make it to 38 weeks?"

"Well...who knows? I'd love to—I absolutely love this belly-but these girls have minds of their own. They'll come when they're ready. Right, girls!" she said as she patted her belly. Her hand made an audible slap each time.

"I guess so. I certainly love your belly too but you look like you could pop at any moment!"

"I know, right?" she said. "I'm already measuring 40 weeks! Tiny girl, huge belly!"

"You said it."

She turned to face me.

"I know you're turned on by that." she said.

"Ha—you know me too well." I replied.

She stuck her belly out at me some more.

"Just think about how big this is gonna be in a few weeks!" she said.

With that she reached out and put her hand on my shorts, feeling my rather obvious erection. She giggled.

"It's so funny how much sitting here talking to me about my pregnancy turns you on." she said.

"A belly like yours, I can't help it." I said.

She giggled some more. Her belly bounced and shook in my hands.

"It's so much more bouncy this time around." she said. "I think the first two babies destroyed my abs. My belly right now is so low and heavy."

"Tell me more," I said, rubbing her more intently.

"Well, you remember when I was pregnant with Carly, you could kind of push in on my belly a little bit? So, now, with two in there, you really can't do that so much."

She pressed in on one of my hands. It didn't make much of an indentation.

"See?" she said.

"Wow."

"Here, come with me for a minute," she said, as she started to get up. I stood up and offered her my hand.

"Thanks," she said. "You know, you don't appreciate your ability to move normally until you can't do it anymore. But come with me."

She led me over to one of the deck chairs by the side of the pool. She sat me down on one side and sat in front of me, her belly bulging out towards me.

"Remember the last time you were here and we did this?" she said.

"Are we going to do it again?"

"Do you want to?"

"Of course-but I don't want to wake up Mike..."

"Mike sleeps like a rock. And besides, you know how he feels. He knows you love my belly and he's totally cool with you enjoying it while you're here. He thinks everyone should enjoy my belly, particularly since he's responsible for making me this way."

"It's certainly a refreshing way to feel."

"It is, and certainly for someone like me who loves the attention!"

With that she reached out and undid my pants. Her stubby little fingers wrapped around my cock, which was already pulsing. She slid herself towards me and gave me a doe-eyed look.

"Wanna feel my belly some more?" she said.

"You know I do."

I put my hands on her massive bump and began rubbing circles around it some more.

"That feels so nice," she said. "This should feel nice too..."

She started gently stroking my cock, softly squeezing it and pressing it against her belly. She started to slide it around her nub of a belly button, poking it in and out.

"I've almost got a full outie, can you believe that?" she said. "That didn't happen with either of my pregnancies!"

By this time, I was powerless to respond, totally locked in to the size and firmness of her belly. She smiled and continued stroking away at me.

"Whenever you want to cum, just go ahead," she told me. "Cover my belly with your load."

She began pumping quicker, sending me into a frenzy. Her hands were starting to get sticky from precum.

"Wouldn't you love it if it were Rebecca stroking your cock against her belly?"

"Oh FUCK...Yessssss..." I groaned as I shot my load on Danielle. It was a long, jarring orgasm and afterward, I slumped back in the lounge chair. Danielle sat up and started rubbing my cum into her roundness. She giggled some more.

"Thought that might do it for you," she said. "Think about it."

And with that, she got up and went back into the house. A couple of minutes passed, and I left myself.

***

Saturday passed along rather quietly. I'd run some errands in town and also did my laundry. I went to the Theater for a while in the afternoon to take care of some odd items. So I filled the day pretty well and I was good and zonked out by the evening. I got a text from Danielle asking if I'd come by in the morning and help her for her party on Sunday and I said I would, although I had to imagine it was just another ploy to get me to hang out with Rebecca. I was in bed, nodding out, when I saw Danielle's pool light come on. Once again, it was Rebecca.

She was wearing a bikini this time, showing off her soft, paunchy little stomach, and a generous amount of cleavage as well. She stood by the steps of the pool, put her hands on her back and stretched herself out. Then she pulled her arms off and stretched them to her sides. Her curly hair fluttered in the breeze. She looked like a mermaid. A very busty mermaid.

She got in the pool and started swimming. As was the case last time I saw her, Danielle came out and sat on the pool. Once again, they started talking. I tried to hear what they were saying, but I couldn't. I really wished I could.

***

"Hey, Mama!" Rebecca said, as she swam to the side of the pool, resting her arms on the wall next to where Danielle was sitting. "Came out to join me again?"

"Yeah, you know I love being in the water," Danielle replied. "It sure helps take the weight of this belly off my feet."

"Goodness, I bet it does!"

Danielle hoisted herself into the water and started swimming around.

"Ohh...you have no idea. Especially if you've never been pregnant."

"Someday!" Rebecca said with a giggle. "I so want to be a mom!"

"You will! And you'll get to have a belly like mine."

"I want that too! The belly, the baby-I really want to experience it all."

Rebecca swam over to Danielle and touched her belly.

"Are they still moving around like crazy in there?" Rebecca asked.

"All the time. Non-stop these days."

"So cool."

Rebecca rubbed Danielle with some more intent.

"Do you like this?" Danielle said.

Rebecca blushed.

"It's OK-there's nothing to be shy about!" Danielle said, touching Rebecca's arm. "I am fully aware that I have a very large and very impressive belly right now."

"It's just...well...I've always been so fascinated by pregnancy, you know?" Rebecca said. "My sister was pregnant two years ago and she really didn't enjoy it, and in the Theater you really don't run across many pregnant women. So I feel like I want to be a sponge around you."

"Quite all right!" Danielle said. "But you should know, first and foremost, that all women and all pregnancies are different, and I'm having twins which is a special case."

"I know...it must be so weird and wonderful."

"It is...I love feeling this way, being big and round and feeling two babies inside me. And I love how much attention I get when I'm pregnant, too."

"You must get lots!"

"Yup."

They both stayed quiet for a moment, Rebecca still cradling Danielle's belly underwater.

"You looking forward to the pool party tomorrow?" Danielle asked.

"Yeah! Those were so fun when you did them last year. And you know I'll help you with whatever you need."

"Thank you! John is going to come by in the morning to help too."

"Oh good! Hopefully he's a little looser than he is in rehearsal."

"One would hope..."

They both laughed.

"He's so taciturn all the time. Hard to know what he's thinking." Rebecca said.

"You like him, don't you." Danielle replied.

Rebecca blushed again.

"Little bit, yeah," she said. "He seems kind of disinterested though."

Danielle put her hands on Rebecca's shoulders.

"My feeling, Rebecca, is that you should keep at it with him, particularly if you like him. You'll find he's a very nice guy. He just needs to be more at ease around someone, and not in a working environment. Watch me talk to him a little bit."

"He does seem comfortable around you," Rebecca said.

"He is, but remember, we spent a lot of time together. He'll come around on you. I promise."

"I hope you're right."

"I'm always right when it comes to these things," Danielle said with a grin.

They stood in silence some more. Rebecca still absentmindedly rubbing Danielle's round belly.

"Think I'm going to head to bed," Rebecca said. "I'm getting prune hands."

"Me too." Danielle replied.

They got out of the pool. Rebecca grabbed her towel and turned to the door. Danielle touched her arm.

"Rebecca," Danielle said, "just so you know, he's total Dad material."

Rebecca smiled and walked inside.

***

I went over to Danielle's the next morning to help. Both she and Rebecca were already in the kitchen busily preparing things when I arrived.

"Morning, sunshine!" Danielle said.

"Hey You!" Rebecca greeted me.

I said Good Morning to both of them and asked how I could be most useful. Danielle said she had everything in the kitchen under control, but maybe Rebecca and I could go outside and set up some of the patio furniture around the pool. So we did.

Rebecca was dressed in some gym clothes-a form-fitting top and some bike shorts-that really showed off her figure. Soft and curvy. I wanted to just sneak up behind her and squeeze her, but stopped myself short of doing that. I couldn't help but look at her though, and at some point, she noticed.

"What's up?" she asked.

"Nothing...nothing." I replied, nervously. "Want to help me with this table?"

"Sure!"

We moved a few tables out in an order off on one side of the pool—after so many of these it seemed we knew all about Danielle's preferred setup. Still, I couldn't help but watch Rebecca as she moved around arranging things and she caught me again.

"You OK?" she asked.

I decided if I was going to take a shot and open myself up, now was as good a time as any.

"Nothing...I just...you look really nice, Rebecca."

She immediately brightened up.

"Thank you!" she said, touching my arm.

"I'm just so used to seeing you in all black all the time is all."

"You don't need to make excuses for being polite," she said. "I know Stage Manager attire is hardly flattering. I appreciate you saying that. But now, I'm gonna go change."

"OK."

She moved toward the door and went inside. I followed her in and sat in the kitchen with Danielle.

"Did you talk to her?" she immediately asked me.

"A little...I did pay her a compliment."

"Good! Now keep going."

Guests from the neighborhood arrived for the party shortly thereafter. It was just as I remembered it. Danielle waddling around with her blimp of a belly, holding a tray of drinks, passing them around and generally drawing all the attention. Marcia came over and had a very lengthy discussion with her, in particular. Mostly people would come up to her and touch her belly. Her belly may as well have been the life of the party.

But what was going on with me? Well, Rebecca came downstairs wearing the bikini I saw her in the previous night. It looked nice from a distance, but up close, she was super sexy. It was orange, with some floral patterns. The top showed quite a bit of cleavage, as I'd noted last night, and it jiggled slightly as she moved. Her stomach and hips seemed to run together at almost a right angle.

So as not to make it too obvious how turned on I was by her (or, for that matter, by Danielle), I jumped in the pool and more or less stayed there. I noticed Rebecca kind of hanging off on the side of the pool, eating and drinking and chatting with some people.

Eventually, she jumped in the pool and swam right up to me.

"Hiya!" she said. "You really like to swim, dont'cha?"

"I do," I replied. "It's a good workout. Never mind a good way to stay out of the heat."

"Ugh, I know!"

She held her arms out at me. Her skin was pale and pasty.

"Plus, you see how fair I am-I'm bathed in sunscreen!" she told me.

We stood next to each other for a moment, not saying anything. Finally, she rolled her eyes and blew some hair out of her face.

"Tell me something," she said.

"What?"

"Do you not like me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it seems like you barely have anything to say to me ever, and you never want to walk with me, and what you said to me earlier is basically the first thing you've said to me that wasn't related to the show."

"But why would you think I don't like you?"

"I just want to know how someone can get to know you a little better."

It seemed to unlock something in me. We swam over to the side of the pool and began talking. About everything. Her life. My life. What brought us here. Our experiences in Theater. Past relationships. We laughed. We were emotional. Most important, we started to connect.

We were sitting on the steps on the side of the pool and talking to each other so intently that by time we'd realized what was going on, the party had ended and we were the only ones there. Danielle was busy cleaning things up.

"Do you want help?" we both asked her, getting up and starting to bring things inside.

"Oh, I'm OK!" she said. "I didn't want to interrupt you two."

But far be it from either of us to let the monstrously pregnant woman clean everything up by herself. So we started to take things inside. Rebecca excused herself to run to the restroom. Danielle yanked me aside as soon as she left the room.

"So? Details?" she asked.

"I think we're connecting." I told her. "I mean, we just totally lost track of time talking to each other."

"Yes! I knew you two would hit it off. Isn't she great?"

"I'm certainly enamored with her after this afternoon."

Danielle clapped and giggled with glee.

"Proud of yourself?" I said.

"I love playing matchmaker!"