"Yeah. I just wasn't expecting this. I was expecting..." He trails off, scratching the back of his neck.
"A classroom?" Her red hair is splayed out on the floor, flowing in waves down to her hips, all around her. A couple strands tangle around his pinky finger.
The teacher stands up and tosses her golden hair behind her shoulder. Her smart purple blouse brings out her beautiful olive skin tone and her sharp nose and thin lips give her a powerful, no-nonsense presence. Tiffany shoots Max a wry glance as she continues to practice her breathing.
"Yeah, I guess that's it. I didn't expect it to be so hands on."
"That's perfectly normal. Max, right? This must be your first." She grins and kneels down next to them, placing a hand on Tiffany's stomach. Tiffany gasps at the sudden sensation, then relaxes against the floor again, spreading her legs a bit wider. Her hips have been sore for the past couple of months, no matter how much she stretches them. "Have you been getting to know the baby? They can hear you, you know."
Max's mouth falls open before he regains composure. "They can? I thought all they could hear is the heart beat."
"The little miracles can hear your voice. You should talk to them, and let them listen to classical music. Don't forget to give mom some love too, of course. When's the last time you massaged these hips?" The teacher asks, pushing gently on Tiffany's legs to help her stretch farther. "Are you still having sex?"
Max's face burns. He looks down at Tiffany and imagines that one night with her, the taste of her skin, and how she had pulsated around him. His manhood threatens to betray his thoughts. "Uh..."
"Because you should be. It helps with some of the pains. Just be careful in the ninth month, you can sometimes cause premature labor."
"Uh," Max says again, his eyes falling to Tiffany's beautiful, puffy lips as the blonde woman stands up and goes back to the center of the room. He pictures his hands tangling in her hair, tugging her face forward so he can taste her lips again. He wonders what her rounded stomach might feel like below him, as he enters her and presses against her aching hips as...
"Max, pay attention!" Tiffany says, slapping his knee. She's blushing from the conversation, too, her mind replaying the night that started all this. Having a sudden roommate has made it increasingly hard for Tiffany to give herself any sort of release, since her apartment is so tiny. She's pent up and in desperate need of an orgasm, but with Max sleeping on her couch, there's just no way. Well, there is one way. The thought comes unbidden and she blushes again.
"Alright, let's switch to another technique. Men, get on the floor in front of your women and take their legs. We're going to work on some stretches."
The first few stretches are easy and normal enough, helping the mothers stretches their hips and backs by putting their legs on either side of them. The next stretch calls for pulling the legs apart and stretching them.
Max and Tiffany glance at each other before he pushes her legs open, pushing on her knees until they're almost touching the ground. He pushes down just a little too hard, and she gasps. The sound sends a primal jolt through Max's body and suddenly all of his senses are heightened. He can smell her girlish smell. His hands feel her pulse through her skin, their hearts matching in beats.
He pushes down a little bit more until she arches her back and moans. Her sounds make her self conscious, looking around, but no one is paying attention.
Max takes his hands off her knees and presses against her thighs with the palm of his hand, rubbing her sore muscles. Each press sends a wave of pain and then release throughout Tiffany's body. His hands work their way up her thighs until he gets to her pelvis area. He looks her in the eyes as he presses down, and she moans again, louder this time. A few of the men around them chuckle, which brings them both crashing back down to earth.
Max spends the rest of the class trying to hide his erection and stop thinking about Tiffany's body beneath him.
"Jared!" Tiffany says, greeting the boy she used to play football with in the backyard. Jared steps in, his hair now dyed pink. He leans down to kiss the short woman on the cheek as she giggles. "What's going on with your hair?"
"Oh, hah." He chuckles, running his fingers through his short hair. He's as handsome as Max, but Tiffany has always seen Jared as like a little brother. She never got to have siblings, so she took to Jared very well, spending almost as much time with him as she did Max. "I lost a bet with Dad. I have to dye it brown again before the weekend is over, but until then I have to look like this."
"Aw, it's not too bad. Did you show your girlfriend yet?" Max says, stepping out of the bedroom. He grins at Tiffany, his hands falling to his hips. "I finally got the crib set up." He shakes his little brother's hand, still grinning.
"Girlfriend? When did that happen?" Tiffany asks, her eyes wide. Her little brother is growing up!
The youngest Cooper brother rubs the back of his head and blushes. "Just last month, actually."
Tiffany crosses her arms over her round stomach. "And when were you planning on letting me meet her?"
"Well, uh, whenever you want is fine!" Jared turns to his brother, begging for a way out of the line of fire. Max just shrugs, walking to the kitchen laughing to get a glass of water as Tiffany grills Jared. When he comes back out, Jared's hands are on Tiffany's stomach, holding it and staring with wonder.
A strange jealousy flares up in him, a primal desire to claim what's his and fight off his brother. What a ridiculous thought! His brother isn't here to conquer anything, and Tiffany isn't his to begin with.
"I can't believe she's almost here!" Jared says, pulling away from her.
Tiffany smiles, looking down at her belly. It's been a long while since she could see her feet, and even longer since she could fit into her skinny jeans. Somehow, she's okay with that, and pregnancy is starting to feel right to her. There's no more morning sickness, though she is peeing more often and is tired all the time. Her skin glows and she's spent a lot of time reading, since she had to quit her job. Money has been rough, but with Jared's help they're making do.
"Do you want to come in and watch the game?" Max asks.
Jared shakes his head. "I can't. I have a fundraiser I have to deal with for school. I just cam by to drop off your check for the month. Will three thousand dollars do you?"
Max sucks in air and winces while Tiffany's eyes widen. The money is barely enough to cover their expenses but it's also three quarters of Jared's monthly allowance. Max has been looking for work, applying anywhere that wouldn't turn him down just because they're intimidated by his family. No one is hiring, though, and if they are hiring they're not interested in his resume. He's screwed.
"Yeah, that should be enough. Is it hurting you?"
"Nah, not too badly. I think Dad misses you, though. You should go try and make up with him, just come by the house for dinner."
Max grimaces. "No... I don't think that's the best idea."
"Come on dude," Jared answers, throwing his hands up. "You two are better than this. Dad loves you, he was just a little disappointed."
"I don't care. He threw me out on my ass, and now I'm struggling to keep Tiffany afloat. If he wants my forgiveness, he'll need to come to me for once. I'm tired of grovelling."
Jared crosses his arms and stares at Max for a few moments. He opens his mouth to say something, then shakes his head and shrugs. "If you insist. I'll look out for any job openings and get back to you, man."
"Thanks, bro." Max holds out his hand and Jared pulls him in for a hug.
Max turns to Tiffany, who is lounging on the couch watching him. "Are you sure you don't want to call your dad, Max? I mean, I know he has a temper but he does love you."
Taking Tiffany's legs and lifting them, Max sits next to her and massages her calves. She leans her head back and smiles at the feeling, her swollen ankles tingling at the pressure his fingers are putting on them.
"I don't know, Tiffany. I know we need to do something to fix this situation, but..."
"Listen," Tiffany says. Her red hair is draped over the side of the couch like a red waterfall, gorgeous and shining in the afternoon light. "You've done your best to support me, so all I can do is support you. If you don't think you can call him, then I won't push you to. I do think this baby should meet her grandpa, though."
Max stares at Tiffany, in awe at her beauty once more. Her supple lips shine with lip gloss, her freckles a bit darker from getting some sun recently. His hand creeps up her leg to her stomach. "Have I told you how lovely you look pregnant?"
Tiffany's face flushes, her eyelashes batting rapidly. She turns away. "Don't flatter me, jackass."