established right off the bat. In lieu of that, Sam and Genevieve decided to take some time apart to think. After a four-week period of thinking – without becoming romantically involved with anyone else – Sam and Genevieve decided to unite to discuss the status of their relationship and the status of their future child.
Throughout these four weeks apart conflict seemed to die down… Even with Greta. It wasn’t that Greta necessarily wanted things to die down. She had just taken her vacation days. Her parents were going back to Europe for a while and she had joined them since the plane tickets were free. When she returned to the states, she was more than ready for action; her return coincided ever so perfectly with Sam and Genevieve’s reunion. Greta had enjoyed the shopping in Amsterdam and Milan but she was more than ready to get back to her usual games on American soil.
Sam and Genevieve met up at Genevieve’s apartment. They were both nervous about their encounter with each other. Their break had been more difficult for either of them than they wanted to admit. “Casual” was a fallacy. There was a serious discussion to be had and neither of them could anticipate how the other would feel. That uncertainty morphed in both of their minds to imagining all kinds of possibilities both good and bad.
But when Sam knocked at Genevieve’s door and he saw her standing there as she opened it, all his anxiety floated away. It felt so good to see her face. She had changed just a little bit. Even if she was plenty thick before, her cheeks seemed even fuller. Genevieve had soft delicate glow about her. Her body had not quite started to fill out yet but she had gained a little bit of weight. Genevieve’s skin was still glowing walnut color. Sam didn’t know the proper way to greet her. Should they hug or kiss? Should he shake her hand? Genevieve answered the question for him. She grabbed Sam by the hand and pulled him into her apartment, planting a wet kiss on his lips. So that was where they stood. Sam held on to her waist as he kissed her back. He had to admit… That was the only greeting that felt right.
In each other’s arms, Genevieve and Sam knew they wouldn’t let go until they had seen things through to the end. They didn’t want to talk about anything serious right away. They just wanted to be with each other. It had been amazing that they managed to survive four weeks apart. Being able to touch the other again felt damned good. They didn’t want to stop kissing. Sam inhaled Genevieve’s sweet scent. He had missed that familiar smell. That simple inhalation aroused him; he could feel his cock straining through his pants. Sam had almost forgotten his bizarre non-consensual experience with that other woman. All other women faded to the background when Sam was with Genevieve. Sam instinctively reached around her back to unhook her bra. He wanted to have her now and Genevieve was doing nothing to resist him. It was clear that she wanted him too.
Genevieve had been desperate for connection ever since she had found out she was pregnant and she was starting to get hornier and hornier every day. It was hard for her to deal with these constant feelings of arousal, but somehow Genevieve had managed to do so without sleeping with another person. She knew that no other man could satisfy her the way that he could. She knew that every subsequent man would only pale in comparison. Genevieve had trusted in fate to bring her into Sam’s arms again. They were meant to be.
And even if they weren’t meant to be, he was damned fine. Once Genevieve’s bra was off, Sam’s hand wandered up the shirt towards her growing breasts. Even if she was early on in her pregnancy, her breasts had already swelled two cup sizes. Genevieve whimpered in pleasure as Sam pinched her nipples gently between his fingers. She could feel wetness building between her thighs. She had been waiting for him for four weeks and
Throughout these four weeks apart conflict seemed to die down… Even with Greta. It wasn’t that Greta necessarily wanted things to die down. She had just taken her vacation days. Her parents were going back to Europe for a while and she had joined them since the plane tickets were free. When she returned to the states, she was more than ready for action; her return coincided ever so perfectly with Sam and Genevieve’s reunion. Greta had enjoyed the shopping in Amsterdam and Milan but she was more than ready to get back to her usual games on American soil.
Sam and Genevieve met up at Genevieve’s apartment. They were both nervous about their encounter with each other. Their break had been more difficult for either of them than they wanted to admit. “Casual” was a fallacy. There was a serious discussion to be had and neither of them could anticipate how the other would feel. That uncertainty morphed in both of their minds to imagining all kinds of possibilities both good and bad.
But when Sam knocked at Genevieve’s door and he saw her standing there as she opened it, all his anxiety floated away. It felt so good to see her face. She had changed just a little bit. Even if she was plenty thick before, her cheeks seemed even fuller. Genevieve had soft delicate glow about her. Her body had not quite started to fill out yet but she had gained a little bit of weight. Genevieve’s skin was still glowing walnut color. Sam didn’t know the proper way to greet her. Should they hug or kiss? Should he shake her hand? Genevieve answered the question for him. She grabbed Sam by the hand and pulled him into her apartment, planting a wet kiss on his lips. So that was where they stood. Sam held on to her waist as he kissed her back. He had to admit… That was the only greeting that felt right.
In each other’s arms, Genevieve and Sam knew they wouldn’t let go until they had seen things through to the end. They didn’t want to talk about anything serious right away. They just wanted to be with each other. It had been amazing that they managed to survive four weeks apart. Being able to touch the other again felt damned good. They didn’t want to stop kissing. Sam inhaled Genevieve’s sweet scent. He had missed that familiar smell. That simple inhalation aroused him; he could feel his cock straining through his pants. Sam had almost forgotten his bizarre non-consensual experience with that other woman. All other women faded to the background when Sam was with Genevieve. Sam instinctively reached around her back to unhook her bra. He wanted to have her now and Genevieve was doing nothing to resist him. It was clear that she wanted him too.
Genevieve had been desperate for connection ever since she had found out she was pregnant and she was starting to get hornier and hornier every day. It was hard for her to deal with these constant feelings of arousal, but somehow Genevieve had managed to do so without sleeping with another person. She knew that no other man could satisfy her the way that he could. She knew that every subsequent man would only pale in comparison. Genevieve had trusted in fate to bring her into Sam’s arms again. They were meant to be.
And even if they weren’t meant to be, he was damned fine. Once Genevieve’s bra was off, Sam’s hand wandered up the shirt towards her growing breasts. Even if she was early on in her pregnancy, her breasts had already swelled two cup sizes. Genevieve whimpered in pleasure as Sam pinched her nipples gently between his fingers. She could feel wetness building between her thighs. She had been waiting for him for four weeks and
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