Julianna
Julianna tucked the shopping bag under her feet and rested
her back against the park bench. She watched as a dozen kids chased each other
around the playground, took turns running up the slide, struggled to get across
the monkey bars, and turned green on the metal merry-go-round.
She knew she was going to have to change a few
things if she was going to pull off having one of those little sparklers. No
more Bloody Mary mornings, no more social smoking, and definitely no more
joints when she visited Heather in New York. Not until after the baby came
anyway.
At least, she wouldn’t have to give up her favorite
vice, sex, which was fortunate. After all, as soon as Kirk found out about the
baby, he would probably jump her and kiss her all over, refusing to dismount
until her due date.
She was relieved that she wouldn’t have to meet him
in secret anymore. And he would probably agree that it only made sense for them
to get a place together.
She couldn’t wait to show him all the toys she had. He
had no clue how extensive her collection of role playing outfits and gags and
cuffs and other assorted gadgets was. She could just imagine how excited he’d
be. Of course, some of those would have to wait until after the baby came.
Getting tied up wasn’t exactly turning her on
lately. Dick slapping she was up for, but no whips or chains. Nipple tassels
sure, but vibrating nipple clamps no. After all, she was planning on
breastfeeding and she expected her nipples would be sore enough from that.
She was getting so excited just thinking about it,
it was becoming increasingly difficult to contain herself. For a while, she
liked having it as her little secret, but at this point, she was just bursting
to tell someone. And it was only right that he be the first to know. And then
they could tell each other’s parents together.
One of the older moms on the playground took a seat beside
Julianna on the park bench.
“Which one’s yours?” Julianna asked, smiling at the
rowdy kids.
“Hey- no throwing woodchips!” the woman yelled at an
excited little boy with a handful of chips poised for a wind up. She lifted
her butt off the bench just enough to seem threatening, and the boy’s face
dropped along with the chips from his hand. “That one,” she said, speaking to
Julianna again, “and the girl with the matching jacket over there.” She pointed
at a girl who was burying her doll in woodchips on the other side of the
playground.
“Cute.”
The woman rolled her eyes. “Please tell me yours
isn’t the one my kid’s been chucking woodchips at.”
Julianna smiled. “No.” She put her hand on her
belly. “Mine’s not here yet.”
The woman looked at Julianna’s hand.
“Congratulations.”
“Thanks.”
“Your first?”
“Yeah.”
“Boy or girl?”
Julianna shrugged. “I don’t know yet.”
“As long as it’s healthy, right?”
“Yeah.”
The woman smiled and turned back towards the
playground.
“I actually just bought my first baby clothes,”
Julianna said, reaching under the bench. She pulled a tiny onesie out and held it
up for the woman to see.
“White, huh? Aren’t you the optimist?”
Julianna frowned. “I hadn’t really thought about
that.” Truthfully, she just liked it because it was the same velour fabric as
the Juicy pants she wore all the time and she thought it would be soft against
the baby’s skin.
“I’m just teasing you. It’s lovely.”
“Thanks.”
“OxiClean though.” She nodded at the onesie. “Unless
you think you’ll like it in brown.”
Julianna crinkled her nose. “Thanks for the tip.”
She rolled it up and put it back in the bag.
“You live around here?” the woman asked.
“Not yet. I have one more semester of grad school
left, and then I’m going to apply for a teaching position at Amery.”
“Good school.”
“Yeah. I went there for undergrad, so I’m hoping that
works in my favor.”
The woman scanned the playground
Julianna tucked the shopping bag under her feet and rested
her back against the park bench. She watched as a dozen kids chased each other
around the playground, took turns running up the slide, struggled to get across
the monkey bars, and turned green on the metal merry-go-round.
She knew she was going to have to change a few
things if she was going to pull off having one of those little sparklers. No
more Bloody Mary mornings, no more social smoking, and definitely no more
joints when she visited Heather in New York. Not until after the baby came
anyway.
At least, she wouldn’t have to give up her favorite
vice, sex, which was fortunate. After all, as soon as Kirk found out about the
baby, he would probably jump her and kiss her all over, refusing to dismount
until her due date.
She was relieved that she wouldn’t have to meet him
in secret anymore. And he would probably agree that it only made sense for them
to get a place together.
She couldn’t wait to show him all the toys she had. He
had no clue how extensive her collection of role playing outfits and gags and
cuffs and other assorted gadgets was. She could just imagine how excited he’d
be. Of course, some of those would have to wait until after the baby came.
Getting tied up wasn’t exactly turning her on
lately. Dick slapping she was up for, but no whips or chains. Nipple tassels
sure, but vibrating nipple clamps no. After all, she was planning on
breastfeeding and she expected her nipples would be sore enough from that.
She was getting so excited just thinking about it,
it was becoming increasingly difficult to contain herself. For a while, she
liked having it as her little secret, but at this point, she was just bursting
to tell someone. And it was only right that he be the first to know. And then
they could tell each other’s parents together.
One of the older moms on the playground took a seat beside
Julianna on the park bench.
“Which one’s yours?” Julianna asked, smiling at the
rowdy kids.
“Hey- no throwing woodchips!” the woman yelled at an
excited little boy with a handful of chips poised for a wind up. She lifted
her butt off the bench just enough to seem threatening, and the boy’s face
dropped along with the chips from his hand. “That one,” she said, speaking to
Julianna again, “and the girl with the matching jacket over there.” She pointed
at a girl who was burying her doll in woodchips on the other side of the
playground.
“Cute.”
The woman rolled her eyes. “Please tell me yours
isn’t the one my kid’s been chucking woodchips at.”
Julianna smiled. “No.” She put her hand on her
belly. “Mine’s not here yet.”
The woman looked at Julianna’s hand.
“Congratulations.”
“Thanks.”
“Your first?”
“Yeah.”
“Boy or girl?”
Julianna shrugged. “I don’t know yet.”
“As long as it’s healthy, right?”
“Yeah.”
The woman smiled and turned back towards the
playground.
“I actually just bought my first baby clothes,”
Julianna said, reaching under the bench. She pulled a tiny onesie out and held it
up for the woman to see.
“White, huh? Aren’t you the optimist?”
Julianna frowned. “I hadn’t really thought about
that.” Truthfully, she just liked it because it was the same velour fabric as
the Juicy pants she wore all the time and she thought it would be soft against
the baby’s skin.
“I’m just teasing you. It’s lovely.”
“Thanks.”
“OxiClean though.” She nodded at the onesie. “Unless
you think you’ll like it in brown.”
Julianna crinkled her nose. “Thanks for the tip.”
She rolled it up and put it back in the bag.
“You live around here?” the woman asked.
“Not yet. I have one more semester of grad school
left, and then I’m going to apply for a teaching position at Amery.”
“Good school.”
“Yeah. I went there for undergrad, so I’m hoping that
works in my favor.”
The woman scanned the playground
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