Under The Same Roof
Two roommates go from friends to lovers to mothers in this intimate home birth story.
Co-written as a roleplay with the fabulous clairejones2465 on DeviantArt.
10k words. Fpreg, roommates to lovers, sexual content, wlw, queer couple, orgasmic birth.
Tracy and Sarah had been renting their small ranch style home together for about two years, friends for three. Tracy had always felt something so intriguing about her roommate, like she was being drawn to her. They got along so well, had the same sense of humor and even flirted on occasion after a few too many drinks.
About nine months ago, Tracy had been at a bar alone and ended up having a one night stand… with a man. That’s how she wound up heavily pregnant in nothing but a navy blue sundress on their couch. Sarah had been incredible the entire pregnancy. Not knowing the father was a challenge but she held Tracy’s hair back through morning sickness, came to every doctor’s appointment and even help set up the nursery.
During the last few weeks, the women had gotten more intimate. Sarah felt Tracy’s baby kicking often, gave foot massages when she needed them and even slept in Tracy’s bed a few times when the mom-to-be was worried about Braxton hicks turning into real labor.
The midwife Kenzie was all set to deliver the baby right in their home. The living room had been taken over by the yoga ball, birthing pool and newborn supplies.
“Mmmh Sarah? You wanna watch a movie with me?” Tracy asked, rubbing her large swollen belly. The baby was measuring in the 95th percentile, taking up every inch of her womb.
Tracy had always been a curvy girl, her breasts were definitely on the larger side now. She was about 5”3 with curly brunette hair, green eyes, and olive skin due to Italian heritage. From what Tracy remembers, this baby’s father was Italian as well.
She had been rubbing cream on her big tummy every night but still had two stubborn stretch marks. Ehh, at least my kid’s big and strong. Although her baby was large, she wasn’t necessarily scared of giving birth. Tracy actually couldn’t wait since she was pretty over being pregnant these days. Her back ached more with each passing day, her feet were swollen, plus it was ninety degrees outside. Ready when you are baby boy. She thought to herself.
A voice echoed from the kitchen. “Sure!” Sarah shouted from the other room, answering Tracy’s question about watching a movie. “What did you have in mind?”
With the summer heat their old rental house wasn’t great, the warm air almost trapped inside the walls and the AC wasn’t functional at the best of times. If Sarah was too warm and she couldn’t imagine what it was like for her heavily pregnant roommate. To help cool them off Sarah was preparing some iced tea and an array of snacks - fruit slices, crisps, and ice cream. They didn’t have plans today and Tracy was too exhausted and pregnant to go out, so the women figured they’d have a nice chill day on the couch.
Walking into the living room Sarah smiled seeing her best friend sitting there in her navy sundress and rubbing her bump affectionately. Tracy was absolutely gorgeous, so feminine and curvy, significantly more so during her pregnancy. Sarah however, was rather slim, not much in the hips or breasts department, damn genetics. Perhaps that was why she was drawn to the mother-to-be, her shape and curves was something Sarah longed for. She thought she would develop boobs during puberty but never did; her body pretty much went straight up and down. As a way of showing her femininity, Sarah had long ash-blonde hair but with the heat it was partially twirled up in a messy bun, her slim frame wearing just baggy shorts and a casual spaghetti trap tee.
“How’s he doing?” Sarah asked, nodding to the bump that sat heavily over Tracy’s thighs.
Sarah placed the tray of snacks and drinks onto the table in front of the couch, then immediately picked up a tumbler of ice tea, complete with a metal straw, and handed it to her friend as she sat down beside her. “Thought you could use a cool drink and some snacks.”
Sitting so close Sarah’s hand naturally went to Tracy’s bump, running gently over its curve and she felt the familiar movement beneath her skin, baby boy’s feet pressing up against her palm.
At the sight of the tray of goodies, Tracy’s mouth starts watering almost immediately. “Mmh thanks,” she hums, taking a few long sips of iced tea. “He’s getting bigger by the second Sarah, I swear.” She lets out a little whine. Of course Tracy was grateful for having this unexpected baby, he certainly wasn’t in any plans but she loved him all the same. She truly couldn’t wait to be a mother. Kinda feels like Sarah’s in this with me too. Tracy thinks to herself.
The feel of Sarah’s hand caressing her bump was magical, like it was always meant to rest there. “You’re so good to me,” Tracy puts a hand over Sarah’s and smiles, “I really am so lucky to have you through all of this.” She says, trying not to get too deep, though it was hard to resist as she looked into Sarah’s gorgeous eyes. “Couldn’t have done it without you.” Tracy felt a blush rise up in her cheeks, one that had nothing to do with pregnancy or the heat.
The mother-to-be clears her throat, breaking the moment of sexual tension. “I’m thinking a comedy? If I laugh enough, maybe I’ll get some contractions going here.” She winks at Sarah teasingly. “How about a classic Adam Sandler movie? Or maybe something with Will Ferrell?” Tracy suggests, blowing out a breath at another damn Braxton hicks contraction.
Her belly tightens like a drum under their hands, the pressure in her lower back becoming unbearable for more than a few seconds before it passes. “Hhhooo easy there buddy boy.” Tracy breathes, slowly caresses her bump.
“Mmh… your body sure does like to practice doesn’t it.” Sarah muses with a comforting soothing voice, observing the way the bump hardens beneath her fingers. The last few weeks Tracy had been plagued with braxton hicks. Both women panicked at first thinking it was go-time, but Kenzie was very lovely when she told them it was simply Tracy’s body practicing for the main event. Now, neither of them worried at how much Tracy’s belly tensed and relaxed. “Nice and easy Trace, breathe through it. You got it.”
The mother-to-be relaxed beside Sarah when it was over, sinking further into the worn cushions of their second-hand couch. Sarah’s hand stayed on her friend’s belly, she had no reason to keep it there, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to break contact.
“Of course I was going to be here for you. I’ve said it thousands of times, you’re my best friend and you’re having a baby, like hell were you going to do this alone.” She lifts her free arm over the back of the couch, wrapping around her friend’s shoulders to give a hug. “I know this wasn’t in your Big Life Plans Tracy, but you’re going to make an excellent mother. And I’m so glad you chose me to be there for you through it all.”
Sarah placed a soft kiss to the side of Tracy’s head. A small sign of affection, of close friends, but she couldn’t deny there was something more behind the gesture. Getting to be with Tracy through this life-changing process was an honour and a privilege. Getting to witness the incredible changes of her body, how it prepared and nurtured the little life in her womb. Honestly, women were amazing, Sarah thought.
“Let’s get the film started then, see if we can laugh this little guy outta you.”
Tracy relaxed further into her best friend’s arm, putting her feet up on the pillow on the coffee table. “Mmh sounds like a plan.” She smirks, still reeling from the kiss on the side of her head. Tracy had never been with a woman before, not in any romantic way, but just couldn’t get the thought out of her head. Sarah was gorgeous, slim but soft in the right places. They certainly couldn’t share bras but Tracy had caught sight of Sarah in the shower once and she was a freaking vision. Her hair reminded Tracy of the sun, as did her personality. God, am I falling for my best friend?
The movie starts, Tracy tries to focus, but between Sarah’s arm around her and the occasional Braxton hicks, she was not following the plot. Shifting over a little, Tracy turns her head to find Sarah already looking at her.
If you asked them later, they wouldn’t be able to tell who leaned into who, but seconds after the women locked eyes, they locked lips. Tracy’s whole body tingled, lips moving with more passion than a pregnant woman should have.
“Mmhhh Sarah,” Tracy hums cupping a hand on the back of Sarah’s neck gently, her round belly pressing into Sarah’s flat one. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” She says honestly, a hand moving to tuck her friend’s blonde hair behind her ear. Tracy tries to gauge a reaction to the kiss while also managing her raging pregnancy hormones that tell her to take their clothes off.
During the kiss Sarah had moved her hand without conscious thought, over the fullness of Tracy’s belly and around her waist, pulling her close as their lips touched. The feel of her roommate’s hand on the back of her neck sent shivers down her spine, and then Tracy moaned. She moaned Sarah’s name, making her freeze, in shock.
Staring at her friend, Sarah wondered if the kiss was a good or bad thing. Tracy was pregnant, she was her best friend. Had I ruined everything by kissing her? But then Tracy had spoken again, cheeks flushed with a smile on her lips.
“Y-you’ve wanted to do— oh Trace, I had no idea. I had no idea you felt it too…” Sarah’s words were quiet and stuttered, lost in the way Tracy’s eyes were looking directly at her lips. “But… you’re pregnant. You’re about to become a mum. Is this… a good idea? I mean… I want to, I really do. But I didn’t want to tell you how I felt, didn’t want to add to your stress levels or risk ruining our friendship.”
The words fell out if Sarah’s mouth with barely any semblance of thought. As if the kiss had opened the door to something she’d tried but failed to close. Over the course of the pregnancy the pair had grown closer and closer, that was undeniable. At first Sarah thought her appreciation of Tracy’s changing body was simply awe of what the female form was capable of. But as her friend’s curves expanded, her figure fuller and rounded, Sarah slowly began to realise she didn’t want to be Tracy but she wanted to be with Tracy.
The film continued to play in the background but neither of them could pay any attention, all focus was on the narrow space between the women and the nervous rising and falling of their chests.
Tracy breaks the silence, relieved to hear her own worries and desires mirrored in exactly what her roommate seemed to be feeling. “I figured you wouldn’t want to get into a relationship with a big ole pregnant lady.” She chuckles. “My body has changed so much and. . . I guess I was feeling a little self conscious.” Tracy admits softly, looking down at her belly.
“I’m so happy he’s coming, that I’m becoming a mom. It’s just a lot of ask someone to deal with so early in a relationship.” Tracy’s laugh didn’t hide the intensity and nervousness as she locked eyes with her friend. “These past few months you’ve been here for me though. . . My attraction grew and I just. . . I guess I couldn’t hold back anymore.”
You still can’t Tracy, stop with the word vomit, she chastised herself.
“Maybe we can just. . . Take it slow and explore this,” Needing a distraction from the painful ache in her lower back Tracy leans over and kisses Sarah again. Her roommate’s soft lips pull focus away from Tracy’s aching hips that feel like they’re separating. Easy kid, your mom’s trying to work some game here.
Sarah melted into the kiss, so soft and gentle, so different to anyone she had kissed before. On hearing Tracy’s erratic and nervous rambling, knowing they both were feeling the same mix of emotions, made Sarah relax into the change of events. “Mmmm… T-Tracy… are you s-sure?” Sarah asked, in between kisses and heavy breathing.
“Mmmh I’m sure. . . If you’re sure.” Tracy smiles, seeing the look in Sarah’s eyes that confirms they’re on the same page.
It was hard to miss that Tracy was doing the majority of the leaning into the kiss, but her bump was heavy and full between them and they weren’t exactly at a good angle to face each other - having initially sat down facing the tv. If only Sarah were stronger or more muscular, she’d have lifted her gorgeous friend. She wanted to hold her, to wrap her arms around every inch of Tracy’s beautiful pregnant shape. Instead, her hand travelled down the curves of Tracy’s body, caressing the bump before taking a risk. Swiftly, Sarah’s hand cupped the brunette’s right breast, giving a gentle squeeze through the fabric of the navy sundress. She knew how sensitive they were, boobs so full of milk for her impending child, so Sarah took great care to be delicate and careful with the movement.
“Is that okay?” She asked a little hesitantly, wanting to check Tracy was alright.
The response from the mother-to-be was a soft moan. Tracy’s breasts had been so sensitive lately but Sarah’s hand gave just the right amount of pressure. “Mmmh it’s more than okay,” Tracy then turns towards her friend before making a bold move herself. Shifting up onto her knees Tracy lifts one leg up and over, straddling Sarah’s lap. Her big belly an ever known presence between the pair, heavy and full of life.
“Is this okay?” She asks, unable to stop her lips from trailing down Sarah’s soft neck. The position surprisingly wasn’t hell on her back, however she still felt a lingering ache. This baby’s big Tracy, what do you expect?
Instinctively Sarah’s hands went to Tracy’s hips, steadying her pregnant friend as she settled her knees either side of Sarah’s thighs. “Whoa…okay. Mmmhh oh Trace you are…. gorgeous.” She hummed, her hands exploring Tracy’s voluptuous curves while her roommate peppered her neck with soft kisses.
The weight of Tracy’s pregnant belly against her slim frame felt heavenly. Its size and shape, so firm and perfect and absolutely bursting with life as it pressed against her flat stomach, almost pushing the thinner woman deeper into the couch cushions. While Tracy curled over the bump to kiss her neck, Sarah’s hands held and squeezed her pregnant friend’s hips - both as support but also in Sarah’s own desperate way to hold her close.
“You feel so good Sarah. . . You have no idea how much I want you.” Tracy purred, biting her lip and moving her hand up Sarah’s waist to her smaller breast, cupping it and gently squeezing the nipple through the blonde’s thin shirt.
Sarah gasped, arching backwards. “Oooohhh Tracy!” Letting go momentarily on Tracy's hips, Sarah’s hands slid down her thighs before going back up, this time holding Tracy’s hips under the navy fabric of her sundress. Her fingers gliding along her friend’s soft skin and grazing the lace trim of the mother-to-be’s underwear. Sarah felt Tracy rocking slightly, hips swaying between her hands, but she wasn’t sure if it was enjoyment or perhaps from discomfort.
“Are you alright? I know baby has been nestled really quite low lately... is this erm, a good position for you?” Sarah asked with concern.
“Mmhh I’m great, it actually feels good to have my hips like this,” Tracy reassured with a smirk. Her hips had been so sore today, feeling like they were almost splitting apart. One would think this position would be uncomfortable but it was just the opposite. She pulls back a bit, looking at her belly. “He is quite low, isn’t he?” She can't help but giggle. “Honestly, I’m comfortable if you are, gorgeous.” Tracy confirms, brushing some of Sarah’s loose blonde hair away from her eyes.
She had such trouble focusing when she looked into her friend’s green eyes, like a damn siren pulling her in. Between that and hormones, Tracy found her hands moving to the skirt of her dress, slowly pulling it over her head. She gives Sarah time to protest, but when she doesn’t, Tracy lets the garment fall to the ground.
Her heavy belly was an orb of life between them, her skin so soft and smooth thanks to stretch mark lotion. Remembering she’s not wearing a bra, it was too cumbersome to deal with this late in pregnancy, Tracy blushes slightly. Her large full breasts on display, nipples hardened with arousal.
“I. . . I hope that wasn’t too forward. . .” She bites her lip nervously, trying to gauge Sarah’s reaction. Thinking about that distracts from the sudden ache she felt in her lower belly, muscles clenching tightly around her womb. Damn Braxton Hicks.
Sarah’s jaw fell open taking in the sight of her topless heavily pregnant friend. Warm olive skin, stretched and full, her beautiful belly and… wow…
“I don’t think I fully appreciated just how much your breasts had swelled in pregnancy….” She muttered, eyes drawn to Tracy’s dark and insanely large areola’s. “Shit… didn’t mean to say that aloud.” She giggled and blushed.
Sarah’s hands squeeze Tracy’s wide hips, keeping her ass steady and supported on her knees. With the gravid shape of her belly Tracy’s underwear was almost completely hidden, but Sarah’s fingers brushed the hidden cotton side seams that clung and dug into the flesh of her friend’s hips. The way Tracy was kneeling and how Sarah was slumped slightly on the couch, meant her eyes were level with her friend’s engorged chest. Sarah’s mouth dried, jaw open, and a stirring in her belly dictated the next move.
Keeping hold of her hips, Sarah leant forward and kissed the very top curve of each breast. Just above the nipple. Tracy smelt phenomenal. Slowly her lips danced from side to side, caressing each and every inch of the brunette’s sensitive bosom.
Giggling and moaning, Tracy blushes at the fact Sarah enjoys her breasts so much. “Mmmh I like hearing you say stuff like that,” She says honestly. “I like saying stuff like that too. . . You have no idea how sexy you are Sarah.” Tracy’s hands move to the hem of Sarah’s thin shirt, a question in her eyes. She hesitates a moment before quickly stripping it off.
They had different body types for sure but her friend’s soft sleek body was no less gorgeous than her own curves. “Fuck. . . You’re incredible.” Tracy leans down to capture Sarah’s lips again, her belly pressing into her friend once more. She never thought she’d be this sexually forward so late in pregnancy but here they were. “Can. . . we go into my room?” She whispers, breathing a little heavier from their passionate kissing.
As if to confirm her intentions Tracy’s hands move up Sarah’s now-naked torso and cups her smaller breasts, fingers teasing the hardened nipples there. “I want you sweetheart.” She husks, the endearment falling right out of her mouth.
Sarah shudders, gasping a little, both at her racing heart but also the weight of Tracy’s bump pressing her right back into the couch.
“Oh yes… It’ll be more comfier for you… of course.” Her brain short-circuited, focusing on her friend and her comfort, completely missing the signal of why Tracy wanted to move to the bedroom. “Ohhhhh….” The penny drops.
Sitting up on the couch Sarah’s hands move and cradle Tracy’s lower back, keeping her supported - she was a little worried she’d topple backwards off her lap. “A-are you sure Tracy? We don’t have to… I- I wouldn’t want us to do anything that might make you uncomfortable. Can you even….” Her eyebrows raise in an unspoken question. “…is it safe in your condition?”
As much as Sarah had dived into all things pregnancy since they discovered Tracy was expecting, her mind was drawing a complete blank on what was recommended when it came to sex during late-term pregnancy. She didn’t want to put her best friend under any strain or stress. And in all honesty, she’d never been with a woman before either so this was all uncharted territory.
The mother-to-be’s answer came in the form of movement, climbing off of Sarah’s lap with surprising ease for someone with a baby nestled in their hips, and took her hand with a smirk.
“I’m sure if you are,” Tracy caresses her belly once standing, a gleam in her eye. “It’ll be new for both of us but I’m gonna be out of commission soon,” She winces a little, feeling a rough kick. Wait, tightening and a kick?
“I’d like to explore this before I’m all sleep deprived and covered in baby spit up.” Tracy smirks, taking Sarah’s hand and slowly leading them to the bedroom.
It doesn’t take much, both women caught up in finally acting upon their hidden desires. They find themselves at Tracy’s bed, lips colliding in a passionate kiss. Tracy still had her panties on but she wanted to get Sarah’s pants off. Sue me, she’s gorgeous.
Tracy’s heart races as she starts to push down the waistband, her belly pressed against her friend as they moan into each other’s mouths. She couldn’t believe this was finally happening but also couldn’t believe how natural it felt. It was like they were supposed to be together in this way all along.
The touch of Tracy’s warm hands on her bare skin sent bolts of electricity through Sarah’s veins. She moved her own hands, glided over every inch of her pregnant friend that she could reach, pulling her close while her tongue danced deeper into Tracy’s mouth.
“Mmmmh… Trace…. This is crazy… but damn… so good.” She hums against the other woman’s lips. One hand was wrapped behind Tracy’s neck, fingering her curled hair, while the other stayed on her plump hip. She felt Tracy’s hand travel lower, reaching around her belly to find Sarah’s underwear and slipping her hand inside the thick elastic of her cotton boxer-short style panties.
The breath left Sarah’s lungs with a shaky exhale, fingers curling in Tracy’s thick locks of hair. There was no doubt of her attraction when Tracy felt the dampness between her legs. Sarah gasped, pulling her roommate close. She couldn’t get enough, she needed Tracy, every inch of her pregnant form against her skin. Sarah’s mouth opened, kissing deeper as Tracy’s fingers danced beneath her clothes and then, Sarah nearly bit Tracy’s bottom lip when her best friend slipped her fingers inside. “Oh god—”
Tracy had never felt so aroused, assuming that’s part of what’s causing the incessant tightening in her lower back. She gasps, both from Sarah’s passionate kisses and from the pain moving slowly around to her belly, squeezing around the life inside of there. Easy baby boy.
The need to be with her roommate was strong and once Tracy felt how wet Sarah was, it was game over. They slowly strip off the rest of their clothes, lying atop the soft comforter of the bed. “Mmmhhh oh god. . . Sarah. . .” Tracy pants, lying on her side so her big belly was resting between them.
Tracy’s hands knot in the blonde’s silky hair, pulling her closer. When she pulls away from the kiss, it’s only to lean her head down and take Sarah’s firm nipple into her mouth, licking around it and hoping she enjoyed it. “Mmhhhh. . .” One hand moved between their bodies and Tracy pushed two fingers inside again, this time focusing a thumb on Sarah’s clit.
“This okay love?” She breathes heavily, not really sure if she could stop but knowing she would if asked.
“Y-Yes… god yes.” Sarah gasped, arching her spine as her best friend’s fingers plunged deep, her beautiful expert thumb landing in the most perfect place.
She felt almost helpless beside Tracy, wanting to pleasure her as well, but her roommates' hands were busy making her see stars. Sarah’s head lowered, nestled into the frazzled nest of Tracy’s hair as the brunette licked her nipples. Taking a deep breath she inhaled the sweet apple scent of Tracy’s shampoo, combined with the unique smell that was just… her.
Sarah shifted closer, pressing her bare skin against Tracy’s. The hand between her thighs just kept circling, moving in and out gently as Tracy’s thumb danced over her clit. She could feel the swollen belly against her torso, its shape so firm, hard, and heavy with child, it made her dizzy. Sarah should be the one making her tired and exhausted friend feel incredible, but she was completely lost to the pleasure and the feeling of the beautiful pregnant body against her skin.
“T-Tr-Tracy—” she gasped, feeling her walls clamp around Tracy’s fingers. Sarah trembled on the edge of release. Somehow her leg went in the air, giving her roommate better access between her thighs, and then her foot hooked over Tracy’s leg and abruptly pulled her closer. Arms and legs entwined, she needed her against her body, as close as physically possible. Sarah heard her friend gasp at the sudden movement that dragged Tracy right up against her quaking body. “I’m…. I’m gonna….” was all she could gasp as she hurdled straight over that cliff edge of pleasure.
Tracy’s warm eyes were focused, watching her friend’s flutter in ecstasy. She had done a lot of self pleasure over the past few months which evidently was paying off. Any nerves Tracy had of being with a woman for the first time were being squashed based on her roommate’s encouraging reaction.
“Mmhhh that’s it Sarah…” Tracy purred. She felt the tightening in her belly come back again, though Sarah was probably too busy orgasming to notice. “Oohhhhh cum baby… cum for me.”
Tracy’s lips kiss along Sarah's neck as she increases the pressure on her clit. The mother-to-be winces, face tucked into Sarah’s neck, knowing without a doubt she just had a contraction. Labor can take forever, enjoy this while you can, she thinks to herself, not wanting to ruin the moment.
Hey I know we just connected romantically for the first time but uhh my baby’s coming - yeah that would definitely kill the heated atmosphere in the room.
Shaking her head, the contraction dying down for now, Tracy asks “Mmmhh you okay?” She pulls back to look at her friend in her post-orgasm bliss, her hand brushing Sarah’s hair away from her face. “I didn’t push you too far did I?”
For Sarah, Tracy’s face glows above her like the sun and she just smiles through heaving breathing as she tries to recover.
“Whoa… that was… unexpected. But amazing!” Sarah huffs out, grinning like a cat who got the cream. Her head tilts, melting against Tracy’s palm before kissing the soft skin of her friend's inner wrist. Sarah’s other hand skims the length of Tracy’s body that is still pressed close, gliding up and down the wonderful curves. “I had no idea a woman could make me feel so… alive.”
Tracy grins, a blush rising to her cheeks but takes the compliment. “Unexpected but amazing is right,”
Slowly Sarah came around from her orgasm, her mind functioning a lot better than it did a few minutes ago. She wrapped her arm around her pregnant friend, holding her close in post-pleasured bliss, taking in every second of this moment that just felt so right.
“So…. My gorgeous pregnant roommate….” Sarah whispered with a smirk and a glint in her eyes. “I believe it’s customary to return the favour?” Her warm hands moved over Tracy’s curves, rubbing the firm sphere of her belly that she just couldn’t get enough of.
“Mmmh I’d love for you to return the favor.” Tracy mumbles and kisses Sarah deeply, parting her legs slightly.
Before Sarah’s hands could travel any lower, where intended, she felt her friend’s womb abruptly harden and shift beneath her palm. “Er…. Wow… are you okay? That looked and felt different…”
Tracy honestly wasn’t sure what was going on but replies, “I’m sure it’s just a Braxton hicks.” She moves impossibly closer to her friend, bodies touching, skin on skin. “Or maybe we’ll kickstart labor, who knows.” Tracy’s giggle fades as she feels Sarah hand trailing down between her legs.
“Mmhhh my gorgeous sexy roommate. . .” She leans back against the pillows, her huge belly pivoted towards her friend but legs open for Sarah’s wandering fingers. “Ohhhh mmmhhhh that feels so good baby. . .” Tracy’s dark nipples tighten in arousal, her belly heavy and full of life.
Once her orgasm starts, Tracy finds the delicate but specific touches from her friend drive her crazy a lot faster than expected. Tracy’s bump tenses once again, another big pain rippling across her lower belly. “Mmhhhh ooohhhhhhhh! Ooohhhh god yes. . .” She moans in an intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain, eyes closed with the intense sensations coursing through her body, but the shift and tensing of her belly was undeniably and externally visible.
Seeing her roommate naked and writhing on the bed, eyes closed and chest heaving, Sarah grinned and increased the motion of her hand. After what Tracy had just done to her, she was determined to make her friend feel just as fucking good. Sarah’s fingers went deep, curling slightly, and her thumb pressed down on Tracy’s clit. She felt the shudder from her roommate instantly.
Tracy was just so bloody gorgeous, so pregnant and swollen and absolutely ripe. Sarah couldn’t help herself as she shuffled down the bed a fraction so she could kiss and suck those glorious breasts. Slowly she kissed the skin around Tracy’s nipples before landing on the target. Lips pursing, tongue licking, teeth grazing. To her surprise a little bit of milk began to leak, the sweetness on her tongue was unreal!
“Oh my god Trace… you are absolutely incredible. Yessss darling….” She purred into Tracy’s swollen and full chest as she plunged her fingers deeper between her friend’s legs.
When Tracy’s body quakes with pleasure Sarah synchronises the movements of her hand and mouth to send her roommate right over the edge. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Tracy’s belly rising and falling with her heavy breathing, but then it lifted and stayed in a weird shape. Not the usual beautiful sphere but more oblong and torpedo shaped.
When the mother-to-be moaned, it was clear that it wasn’t just from the fluttering aftermath of her climax. It was the second time that had happened in short succession. The first Sarah had dismissed, but now…
“Erm… Trace? Was that what I think it is?” Sarah asked worriedly, fingers still wrapped around and inside of Tracy, holding her close while she came down from her orgasm and rode out the contraction.
Tracy pants heavily, her orgasm washes through her very core, making her thighs quiver and toes curl into the blanket. “Mmhhhh I, I think so. . .” She hums, the contraction slowly easing. There was an ungodly amount of pressure in her hips, her pelvis widening with impending birth.
She took a second to lay her head against Sarah’s neck, letting her friend’s body embrace her own as she came down from such a high. “Mmmhhhh mmmhh Sarah I think he’s coming. . .” Slowly Tracy moves to stand, her legs suddenly restless.
Once on her feet, the mother-to-be rocked back and forth naked, hands on the bed. Tracy’s big belly hangs, lower now, and her breasts leak the tiniest bit of milk. She couldn’t help but feel a wave of arousal remembering Sarah taking them into her mouth just a moment ago. Did she like that?? God, I loved that.
The pressure in her pelvis intensifies a few minutes later, causing her fingers to dig into the comforter. “Mmhhhh nngghhhhh! He’s c-comingggggg!” Her belly is rock hard, visibly lifting up. “Oohhhhhh god!” Tracy winces, trying to breathe through the worst of the pain when suddenly her water breaks, clear fluid gushing down her thighs.
“It’s time… hhhooo hhhooooo Sarah it’s time!” Tracy tries not to panic but with her water out of the way, she suddenly felt like she needed to push. It couldn’t be time for that yet, could it?!
“Shhhh… it’s okay, it’s okay darling.” Sarah soothes. Having already jumped off the bed when Tracy started rocking, her hands were now rubbing her friend’s lower back, her mind suddenly scrambling to try and remember all the labouring poses they learnt in birth class. “It’s just your water breaking, you’re okay Tracy. Deep breaths okay. Slow and steady.”
It was such a juxtaposition; one minute they were entwined in post-orgasmic bliss and now suddenly Tracy is leaning on her bed and making the strangest lowing sounds. Well, they were hoping to induce labour today, albeit they were originally going to laugh Tracy’s body into labour watching a comedy movie. Perhaps all the myths were true - sex really did have the power to send someone into labour. Sarah couldn’t help the sly grin on her face at the thought that she may have played a part in this.
“Take slow breaths for me Trace, inhale…. then exhale. That’s it. Now when this one is over you can tell me what you’re feeling and we can make a plan. Everything’s going to be okay.” Sarah stood close, her hands never leaving Tracy’s bare skin. As she rubbed her lower back and Tracy’s rocking slowed, Sarah naturally placed a kiss on her friend’s shoulder from behind. “Baby boy is just excited to meet us eh?”
“Mmhhhh hhhooo hhhooooo…” Listening to Sarah’s encouragement and advice, Tracy takes a few deep breaths. Once the pressure/pain passes, she stands and turns to face her friend. “Mmmh I guess he is just excited.” She huffs a small laugh.
She should’ve felt vulnerable or at least a little embarrassed standing naked in front of her roommate, thighs slick with birthing fluid but she didn’t. She was completely comfortable with Sarah. They’d even talked about her friend being there along with the midwife for the birth.
“Oh! The midwife!” Tracy suddenly remembers that they need to call her. “She’s in my phone love, can you give her a call for me??” She asks, leaning to kiss Sarah’s cheek before feeling more pressure building.
Immediately Tracy takes up her stance again, palms to the bedspread and rocking hips back and forth. She tries to focus on submitting to the pressure in her hips, her pelvis, but it’s agonizing. “Mmhhhh hhhoooo hhhoooo oohhhhhh god… he’s c-comingggggg. . .” She releases a long moan, her belly hard and tight like an iron boulder.
With the next contraction taking hold of her body so quickly Sarah was torn what to do. She had asked for her phone and to ring the midwife, and it was clear they needed help, but seeing her best friend riding out the wave of pressure and pain… she just couldn’t leave her.
“That’s it darling, keep those sounds nice and low for me.” Sarah said softly, standing right behind her and holding her hips tight. “You got this Mumma.”
Tracy was too busy groaning to convey how much the counter pressure on her hips was helping. Sarah’s hands felt like they were holding her hips together, in the best way possible. “Mmmhhhhh nnghhhh-OOHHH! Sorry we skipped… mmhhhh the cuddling part…” She can’t help but grin as the contraction eventually releases, Tracy’s belly relaxing a bit more.
They’d gone to birth classes together, had practiced all the ridiculous breathing and positions to help labour - giggling a little at some of them. But right now, Sarah was just following her instincts. The pair were still both completely naked from earlier escapades on the bed, and practically standing in the puddle of Tracy’s broken waters, but she didn’t care. Somehow it felt right, like she was supposed to be here, like this, for Tracy. “You’re doing great my lovely. Low and slow, keep rocking and bringing him down.”
Tracy’s sounds got more strained as the contraction peaked, her body so tense beneath Sarah’s hands. She gripped her hips, squeezing and holding them, trying to offer some counterpressure against the wave that was clearly very strong. When it was over, Sarah stayed pressed against her roommate from behind, not wanting to let her go. But she knew she should. Someone had to call Kenzie.
“Stay right there Trace. I’m gonna go grab your phone and some towels. I’ll be right back okay.” And reluctantly she lets go of Tracy’s hips before rushing towards the living room as quickly as she could.
“Mmhhh I’ll be okay, thank you gorgeous.” Tracy says at the end of the contraction. Taking a few steps when Sarah was gone, careful of the puddle on the floor, she noticed how restless her legs felt, her hips feeling better in motion. Labor is weird, Tracy thinks to herself hearing her roommate scrambling around.
“I’m okay Sarah. . . Don’t worry.” She pants out, remembering to breathe the baby down. Tracy’s hands find her belly as she waits for the next contraction. “You’re coming to meet us huh little guy? Go easy on Mumma.” A low sigh slips out when her answer is another contraction starting to build.
“Mmhhhh hhhoooo hhhoooooo…” Tracy tries to stay upright this time, holding onto the bedpost, thinking she can make it through this one alone. “Mmhhh oohhhhh-fuuuucckkkkk!” The slightest urge to push echoes in her mind but she fights it.
In the midst of the overwhelming contraction Tracy’s hips missed Sarah’s hands so much she could cry right then and there. “S-Sarah… oooohhhhhh honey, I n-need your-Nnnhhhhhh!- hands.” She struggles to speak through the incessant pain.
Hearing the desperation in her friend’s groaning made Sarah’s heart clench. Quick! I had to move quickly!
“Where the fuck is her phone??!” Sarah cursed throwing the cushions off the couch haphazardly, digging around pointlessly trying to locate her friend’s phone. She could have kicked herself when she saw it on the coffee table beside Tracy’s glass of iced tea.
“I’m coming Tracy! Just breathe…. Slow deep breaths.” She shouts, running from the living room to the bathroom. Sarah grabbed some towels, how many do they need? One, two, three, is four enough? With the phone in one hand the other cradling a giant pile of towels she rushes back to Tracy’s bedroom.
Deep in the throes of labour her best friend looks almost ethereal with the sunshine streaking behind her silhouette from the wooden slats on her window. Gorgeously curved, absolutely gravid with child, and gripping on to her bedpost while circling her hips in a figure eight. Sarah’s heart nearly stopped at the image alone. But she didn’t have a chance to appreciate the view properly because Tracy’s sounds were getting more and more feral and desperate.
“I’m here, shhhh, I’m here. Where do you need me to—” The towels fell from her arms as Tracy gripped her hand tight and yanked her closer, moving her hand to Tracy’s sweaty lower back. “Right, erm, okay. Same as before?”
The labouring woman couldn’t speak but offered a nod of confirmation followed by a deep groan. Sarah threw the phone on the bed so she could take Tracy’s hips in both hands, cupping her soft skin in her palms as she pressed against them. She could feel Tracy shudder, a noise of pained relief coming from the depths of her chest. Whoa, early labour was way more intense than I expected. Sarah thought to herself as she held her friend’s pelvis together.
“You’re doing great sweetie. Just keep doing what you’re doing. Move however you need. I’ve got you.” She tried to offer some reassurance and comfort, Tracy seemed to be struggling already. She placed a soft kiss on the back of her friend’s left shoulder, nothing too overbearing but enough to tell her she was here. She was with her through this.
“Mmmhhhhh!” Tracy nods quickly, her body calming a little while her friend holds her hips once again. “Hhhhooo hhhooooo he’s coming… oohhhhh god he’s coming….” The pressure kept intensifying between her legs, the heavy feeling in her pelvis was only getting worse. Tracy’s body was starting to feel the need to be more productive. . . like pushing productive.
That couldn’t be right, did I have back labor? Tracy ran through her head how long this labor could’ve actually been.
Once the contraction passes, the mother-to-be slowly stands with her hands on her lower back, making her heavy low belly stick out. “Mmhhh. . . He feels so freaking low Sarah. . .” Tracy takes a sip from the glass of water nearby, letting out a groan when a contraction comes not a minute later.
“Oohh god another one. . . Hhhhooo hhhhoooo mmhhhhhh!” Tracy breathes through most of it but she can’t fight the urge to bear down anymore. With her hands planted on the bed, Sarah’s hands on her back, she can’t help but lower into a semi squat and push.
“Nnnrggghhh. . . Nnnggghhhhh!” The grunts echo in the room, making it clear what she was doing. Tracy couldn’t explain how she knew, it was just a primal need to birth this baby now.
“Whoa— whoa— Tracy— what’s happening?” Sarah’s eyes fly wide open. Tracy had almost thrown the glass of water so quickly it spilt down Sarah’s still-naked body. Suddenly her friend was hunched over, knees bending, and grunting! “Are— are you pushing? Oh Trace, no… you can’t be pushing yet. It’s still really early. We’ve not even called Kenzie yet.”
Sarah’s hands found their way back to Tracy’s lower spine and hips, whose ass was stuck out in her semi-squat and for some reason Sarah instantly held her roommate’s wide hips. Keeping the pressure against her pelvis as she had done no more than two minutes earlier.
Tracy’s waters had broken, so it must be because of a change in where the baby was positioned now her belly wasn’t full of amniotic fluid anymore. That’s why she felt like pushing. Sarah didn’t know what to do. It was so soon to be pushing, it would only tire Tracy out and could do some damage… but the way she was rocking and grunting seemed so natural and primal. Even in her panic, Sarah couldn’t help but be in awe of her best friend in this moment. And very possibly, a little bit in love.
“Try not to push darling, pant through those urges okay. It’s much too soon. I’ll erm…. I’ll call Kenzie. Tell her to come round urgently but she can also help us over the phone. I’m sure it’s too early for pushes Trace.” Sarah’s words were soft but clearly worried. But if Tracy’s grunting sounds of effort were anything to go by… she suspected her friend didn’t hear a word she’d just said.
With a widened stance Tracy barely listens to the encouragement to wait. She finishes a deep push with the contraction before taking a big breath and turning her head towards her friend. Sarah’s hands still braced on her lower back which is heavenly but the words coming from her mouth were all wrong.
“Love he’s c-coming. . . I swear he’s coming now, I think. . . mmhhhh I think I had back labor or s-something.” She pants out heavily, putting a hand on her lower belly and rubbing the spot where the baby rested. He was so low, so close to being born. Tracy’s eyes well up, so overcome with emotion.
“Mmhhhhh I’m l-listening to my body, gorgeous. . . There’s no time to call her.” Soon she feels another contraction coming on, the tightening in her lower belly and pelvis feeling so familiar now. She wasn’t really scared before but Tracy certainly wasn’t scared now. She felt confident in her body, her pushing and her partner.
“Mmhhhhh I’m s-supposed to push love. . . Nnnnrgghhhhhhh!” She lowers into a semi squat again and grunts loudly, pushing down for her child. “I just know it. . . Nnnnnrgghhhhhhh- he’s coming!” Between her thick thighs, the smallest little bulge was starting to form, her son’s head descending slowly but surely.
“Oh Trace, no-no-no— I really don’t think it’s time.” Sarah insists, blindly unaware of the progress being made.
Her heart was thundering, her breath huffing out her lungs as loud as the woman in labour, panic gripping Sarah’s thoughts. Tracy was pushing too soon, she was going to hurt herself. Sarah’s hands stayed on Trace’s hips while she gave into the next urge, sinking her ass down slightly and grunting down almost automatically. Sarah couldn’t stop her, the way she moved, the way she pushed. Even if it was wrong, too soon, the blonde was like a deer caught in the headlights - unable to do anything but watch.
And what a sight. Tracy was incredibly gorgeous in that moment, sweaty and flushed and the sounds she made were going right to Sarah’s core. As Tracy moaned and bore down, more fluid dribbled onto the carpet, and the dampness under her own feet shook Sarah from her reverie.
She couldn’t stop her, but she sure as hell could support and help her friend. Towels… she threw some on the floor and placed them between Tracy’s unnaturally wide legs. Phone… where the fuck did I— the bed! She grabbed her friend’s mobile phone from the bed where she’d thrown it. But it was an android and Sarah had an iPhone. Staring blankly at the lock screen she realised she didn’t know how to work it!
“Trace, I need you to unlock this, I need to call Kenzie!” She waved the phone in front of Tracy’s face, one hand still resting on her lower back, subconsciously keeping contact at all times. But Tracy’s eyes were glassy, rolling or closing with the overwhelming sensations rippling through her heavy labouring body. “Tracy! I need to call the midwife!” She shouted trying to get her attention, but the mother-to-be was lost to the urges and instincts of her body.
While Tracy could hear every word loud and clear, her body’s instincts were louder. Every bit of it was telling her to push, to bear down against the insane pressure the baby was creating in her nether regions. “Mmhhhhh it’s t-timeeeee- Nnnrrgghhhhhhh!”
Her thighs quiver, limbs shaking a bit as labor moves Tracy through the transition phase. There was no way, with words at least, to convey how she knew that it was time. She takes a few breaths before pushing again, focusing on the heavy mass of her son’s head, which was currently beginning to bulge out of body.
“Sarah… Sarah…” Tracy lets out a gasping breath as the contraction ends, Sarah still waving the phone in her face. She grabs the phone, tosses it on the bed and goes back to grab her roommate’s hand. “F-Feel…”
Their hands travel down between Tracy’s legs, guided towards her descending wet sex. What a whirlwind of a day to go from slick with arousal to slick with birthing fluids, she thinks to herself. Together they feel the baby’s head so close to emerging, his heavy weight nestled into Tracy’s hips and waiting for his Mumma to push for him.
“It’s gonna be okay… mmhhh I’ve g-got this…” Tracy groaned as another contraction came. Her belly was longer, like a hanging oval between her legs. There was no time for her to stare in awe, it was time to push again.
“Oh my god….” Sarah’s words were barely a whisper. With her hand between Tracy’s legs she was speechless and shocked to feel the whole of her friend’s lower region bulging out. The head was right there, just inside of her body, so close to coming out. So eager to join them.
With the contraction taking full control of her faculties Tracy left Sarah’s hand between her legs to grip the bedpost with one hand and Sarah’s skinny shoulder with the other. Sarah felt Tracy’s fingers hook over her bony frame, nails almost digging in, as she fiercely bore down. I could actually feel her pushing efforts in my palm!!! Whenever she pushed - the baby pressed against Tracy’s sensitive skin, parting her labia ever so slightly and Sarah could feel it against her soft palm. It was the craziest thing she had ever felt. What her roommate was doing right now, what her body was doing, was nothing short of inspirational.
“He’s… oh wow he’s right there…. You’re doing it… fuck… you’re actually doing it Trace!” Sarah smiled, in shock and awe and wonder as she looked up. Tracy’s rosy flushed face was inches from hers, holding on to her as she pushed with such low grunting sounds, while Sarah’s hand stayed between her legs.
For Sarah, Tracy was a goddess right now; incredible, strong and unbelievably powerful, and the next words that tumbled from her mouth didn’t come from the brain - they came from the heart. “That’s it… push darling… push for me.” Sarah couldn’t stop herself from leaning forward, holding Tracy’s hip and her bulging womanhood in each hand, and she kissed her lover deeply.
“Nnnrggghhhh! Oh my-NNRRGHHH!” Tracy roared, the primal sound was so new but it came so naturally. Her nipples tighten at the feel of Sarah’s hand between her legs, cupping the life inside that she knew Sarah loved just as much as she did. If the past few hours were anything to go by, the pair were at the beginning stages of the rest of their lives.
“Sarah,” She huffs with a flushed face. “Mmhhhh sweetheart, I’m p-pushhhhing for you-NNRGGGHHHHH!” The baby’s head continued to part her labia, the visible coin-size shape was slowly expanding with her efforts. “C-come on baby boy,” Tracy loosened her grip on Sarah’s shoulder but leaned into the kiss. “Mmhhhhh he’s coming…OUT!”
Hearing Tracy say her name, the sound low and gravelled in her throat, which then transformed to a moaning grunt of a push - wow. Sarah had no idea if it was her, her friend, the situation, or a new kink discovery…. But this was absolutely incredible right now. She could feel with every strained sound just a little bit more progress filling the palm of her hand.
Slowly, Tracy breaks away from the sensual kiss, shocked that she could feel so aroused during childbirth. Between Sarah’s caressing hands and encouraging words, Tracy was falling more and more in love with her best friend. She had stood by the mother-to-be through everything, taken care of her, made love to her. Tracy couldn’t have been more aroused if she tried. Deciding to test that theory, she timidly moved Sarah’s fingers up to her clit. The nub between her legs was throbbing, a delightful sensation alongside her son’s crowning head.
Sarah almost pulled away when her roommate grabbed her wrist, thinking perhaps she needed space. But then Tracy moved her hand, silently telling her partner what she needed. Sarah bit her bottom lip, smiling, and then kissed her again.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Sarah whispered against her lips, tasting the salt of the sweat that had dampened every inch of her naked skin. Gently, and oh so slowly, she brushed her thumb over the sensitive bud between Tracy’s thighs. Her fingers curled over the gradually stretching folds, not to inhibit but to support and encourage. And selfishly, to feel for herself each victorious millimetre of progress as more and more of the head pressed out.
“Mmhhhhhh I know you’ve got me,” Tracy hums, staring into Sarah’s eyes before kissing her softly.
Sarah felt her roommate’s breathing catch, the trembling of her knees that quaked her whole body. Wrapping her other arm around Tracy’s waist she held her close, to support in her partial squatted stance. There was no denying it - this baby was coming right here and right now, in Tracy’s bedroom. Sarah kissed her again, whispering soft words of encouragement while her best friend pushed and grunted into her mouth. The sound alone made her stomach flip and heart flutter. God, you were beautiful!
After a rather strong and forceful push the mother-to-be groaned with frustration. If she wasn’t holding the emerging sphere at the apex of Tracy’s thighs Sarah would have been confused, but she understood. The baby had retreated slightly.
“It’s okay sweetie, he’s coming. Just taking it slowly. He’ll be out soon.” She pulled Tracy close, letting her hang against her while she recovered from the contraction. “Take a breath, get all that oxygen down to him. And then we’ll keep going on the next one.”
She could feel Tracy rocking over her hand, grinding against her thumb, so Sarah increased the pressure a little bit. Dancing over and around her clit in more focused moves. It was obviously helping. “That’s it, focus on the pleasure, not the pain. All that pressure and fullness, you are so incredible darling, so ready to give birth. Are you happy delivering here Trace, or do you want to move?”
The part of birth most women were scared of was quickly becoming Tracy’s favorite, and she knew that was only because Sarah was here. Her words, her kisses and her cupping of Tracy’s crowning opening were somehow so erotic. Am I having an orgasmic birth? She had read about those of course, how pleasure can be helpful in managing the pain of childbirth. Tracy never thought she would actually experience it. Here they were though, her best friend’s fingers on her clit, her baby’s head emerging into Sarah’s hand. Tracy’s dark nipples were leaking slowly, droplets of milk dripping down her heavy laboring belly.
“Nnnrgghhhhhhhhh! Keep p-pressing… ooohhhhhhhh my god!” She cried out loudly, clit throbbing against Sarah’s fingers, slick with arousal now, not just birthing fluids. Her baby’s head pushed forward, retreating only a tiny bit now. “He’s c-coming… nnnhhhhhhh he’s coming into… mmhhhh into your hand love.” Tracy didn’t know if something was wrong with her but this was so damn erotic. She was birthing her baby into her girlfriend’s hand… her lover's hand? We’d figure all that out later.
Humming and rocking, Tracy focuses on the pleasure she feels, Sarah’s eyes on her swollen form and the feel of her hand cupping his crowning head. “Mmhhhhh I’m g-good here… right here…” she answers Sarah’s question about moving. Her belly lifts slightly, the oval shape tense with a contraction. “P-pushing for you gorgeous… ooohhh oohhh-NNRGGHHHHHHHH!” Grunting loudly, she felt his head stretching her delicate tissues. It was painful but it was working, she was filling Sarah’s palm up.
Her fingers weren’t taking a break. It was like without a word, Sarah knew that she needed the pleasure. “Sarah!” She cries out the name with a shudder, “Don’t s-stop… mmhhhhh nnnrgghhhhhhhhhh! His head’s COMING!” Tracy gasps as it shoots out into her lover’s hand, her orgasm peaking. Her eyes roll back, her toes curl and a mixture of birthing fluids and arousal gushing out of the birthing woman. Her baby’s head now dangling between her thighs.
The strength of her pushing, her orgasm, and the instant release of pressure made Tracy wobble, knees softening with sudden exhaustion. With the baby’s head in one hand, Sarah’s other arm quickly wrapped around her waist, keeping her safe and steady on her feet.
“Whoa— breathe Trace— you’re okay. The head’s out, you did it!!! You did it darling.” She kissed the side of her lover’s sweaty flushed cheek, gripping Tracy’s waist and keeping one steady hand between her legs. “I need you to hold on to the bed now honey, okay? I need to check how baby is doing.”
Tracy releases a few gasping breaths as she recovers from birthing the head. Unable to answer she nods along and makes sure she steady before Sarah lets her go. “Mmhhh mhhhhh mhhhhh…” Her moans sound primal, natural. Her body feels like this is exactly what it was meant to do. I’m hoping she wants more babies. . . Tracy can’t help but think to herself. Another thought pops into her head, if Sarah had one of their babies… it’s almost enough to send Tracy into another orgasm.
Once Sarah was confident Tracy’s knees weren’t about to give out, and once her hands left her shoulders and moved to the bedpost, she gently let go of her waist. Every inch of her roommate was trembling; adrenaline, exhaustion, orgasm…. an overwhelming combination. Sarah slowly lowered into a squat and knelt on the floor in front of her, eyes roaming every swollen curve of her still-pregnant body on the way down. She noticed the beads of milk from Tracy’s enlarged nipples had managed to get to her bump and were running over its slightly flattened surface. Kneeling between her legs, Sarah’s hands shook and slowly lowered to reveal the head that had not long pushed against her palm. Your son.
“Oh my gosh Tracy, I can see him. I can see his little face. He’s beautiful.” The tears pricked and gathered at the corners of her eyes. Hanging between Tracy’s thighs was the red chubby perfect face of her child.
“I… I don’t know what to do…” uncertainty suddenly sobered the friend up and was now panicking slightly once again. Sarah gently cupped his head, using her hands to wipe some of the blood and fluids from his face. “I erm… I need to check for a cord right…?”
Sarah was monologuing. Neither of them were experts at delivering babies, but she had enough of an interest to retain that fact. She wasn’t sure if Tracy had even heard her, her curvaceous body was swaying ever so slightly and a contented hum was singing from her chest. She didn’t know if she was contracting or just waiting, but Tracy looked very much “in the zone”. A gorgeous labouring woman, standing above her.
“Y-Yes the cord. . . Just feel mmhhhh gently around his neck.” Tracy pants out, her legs spreading a tad bit more. She felt the ache in her hips, one that felt like it was never going to go away. Her baby’s weight was nestled firmly in her pelvis, waiting to be pushed through. It was painful but also the most incredible and rewarding feeling.
She winces when Sarah pushes her fingers inside her abused sex, alongside the baby’s neck. Waiting for confirmation, not wanting to hurt him or herself, before she gears up to push. Once she gets the all clear, her belly tenses once more and she grunts loudly.
“Nnnrgghhhhhhhhhh! C-Come on baby boy… nnnrgghhhhhhh!” Tracy feels light headed for a second, needing to adjust her stance. “S-Squat. . .” She breathes out, starting to carefully turn her body with Sarah’s help. Eventually she settles down, her back resting against the bed, facing her still-naked lover. There’s a mirror across from where the pair are situated, Tracy’s eyes were fixated on the intimate scene of her baby coming. . . hopefully our baby. Her belly is lower than it’s ever been and the shape is an elongated orb. Her full breasts sit atop of it, slowly leaking milk by the drop, nipples large and dark. Tracy’s entire body had a thin sheen of sweat over it, hair was stuck to the sides of her temples. God I’m really birthing.
The best part, her favorite view, was her son’s head hanging from between her legs, curls on his slick head. He looked big, perfect but big. Tracy’s eyes focus on him as she pushes again, watching the fruits of her literal labor.
Tracy was as gorgeous as Mother Earth herself to Sarah at this moment. Her belly still large and full, hanging between her thighs as she squatted down. So primal and flexible and so focused on this ancient beautiful process.
“Yes Trace! Keep it going, big big push for me darling!” Sarah encouraged, her hands shaking slightly between her partner’s legs as she cradled the head of their emerging son. The baby was turning, mouth moving, already wriggling and yet so much of him still to be born. The shoulders pressed against Tracy’s skin, stretching her body open, white and thin as the beginning of his large torso slipped out. “Oooh! One shoulder… two! He’s coming darling. He’s coming!” Sarah blindly narrated, as if the other woman couldn’t feel exactly what was happening. Sarah’s joy and awe and shock all rolled into one.
Even with only his top half delivered Sarah was surprised at how heavy he was, that something so big and weighty had been lodged in her best friend’s hips for so long. No wonder Tracy had struggled so much during these last few weeks.
Tracy could feel her body submitting to the stretch, to the birth. Her son’s torso stretching her open as she worked and strained to bring her child into the world.
On hearing Tracy’s continued grunting pushes, her hands cupped as more and more of the baby emerged. “Keep it going!!! He’s almost here! One more push, sweetie, one more!!!” And with a low primal roar of effort, the baby suddenly shot from Tracy’s body into her waiting palms.
“NNRGGGHHHHH! M-My baby!” Tracy cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks as she felt the heavy weight of her son come out of her sore abused sex. A gush of fluid accompanies him, soaking her thighs and the floor beneath.
Sarah couldn’t help but cry as well, tears rolling down her cheeks as she lifted the wailing new little life and placed him immediately on her roommate’s belly. “Y-you did it Trace…. Here’s… here’s your son.”
“Mmhhhh h-hi. . . hi baby boy.” Tracy’s voice squeaks with emotion. She immediately places a hand on his back, holding him to her no-longer-pregnant belly. “Sarah. . . I couldn’t have done that without you honey.” She gives a tired grin and tilts her lips towards her roommate, her best friend, her partner. “Thank you.”
Sarah felt more tears in her eyes, realizing that this was just the beginning for the three of them. “Anything for you and our newest roommate.” She kisses the baby’s head, pondering when she could give him a brother or sister.
