Pregnant 2

Michiru had hoped that Haruka would see her that morning, but she hadn't noticed that she had been eating kikurage, and it was one of her least favorite foods. She knew that she had been acting oddly the previous night and she had made things seem even more suspicious. Michiru's goal was to stay with Haruka as long as she could, and she knew that in a few months, her belly would be too large to be explained by a few extra snacks. Michiru waited until she heard Haruka turn on the shower before she went into one of the five downstairs bathrooms. 

She pinned up her hair before she pulled up the toilet set. Michiru stuck one of her fingers down her throat as far as she could and then she released the contents of her stomach. She rinsed her mouth with water from the sink and brushed her teeth with one of the spare toothbrushes Haruka kept in the room. She brushed for several minutes to be sure that Haruka wouldn't notice any stomach acid on her breath when she kissed her. 

Michiru hadn't eaten much since she knew that she was pregnant, or actually, she hadn't kept much in her stomach. She ate only enough to keep from passing out. She hoped that after letting Haruka see her eat like that, she would be expected to gain some weight. Michiru thought that she was about two months pregnant and she was trying to keep the baby as small as possible without resorting to drugs. She didn't want the baby, but she also didn't have the heart to destroy an innocent life. It was bad enough that she would have to hurt Haruka when it all became too apparent. The woman dabbed her tears with a wad of toilet paper and flushed it down along with the vomit. She undid her hair and walked back up to the bedroom in her most normal manner.

The woman was about to climb back into bed when the shower stopped. Michiru quickly pulled the covers over her body and closed her eyes. Haruka stepped out of the bathroom a moment later. And quietly crossed the room to her dresser and pulled out a clean pair of boxers and a tight training bra. Haruka pulled them on, went to another drawer and took out a pair of sweat pants. Haruka went over to Michiru and kissed her cheek.

"I love you," she whispered, kissing Michiru's ear. Then she went outside to run some laps.

Haruka's words made Michiru feel even worse and she couldn't find any sleep. By the time that Haruka came back into the room and took another shower, it was after the time that she normally got up. Michiru was sitting on the made bed when Haruka came out of the bathroom this time.

"Want a massage, Haruka?" Michiru asked in a sensual tone.

Haruka smiled and helped herself to an eyeful as Michiru undid her silk robe and sifted her short blond hair with her hand.

"I don't think I'd mind."

Michiru patted the bed beside her.
"Lie on your back.

Haruka obeyed and let Michiru rub her shoulders from the front. Michiru always preferred to do it that way so that she could gaze into Haruka's lovely eyes. After a few moments, Haruka began to give Mcihiru a massage of her own. Michiru allowed Haruka to fondle her backside as she let her hands wander slightly below Haruka's shoulders. Michiru reached over to her nightstand while she still straddled Haruka and grabbed the tube of body oil. Michiru rubbed the substance into Haruka flesh while she let Haruka penetrate her with her fingers. Michiru kissed Haruka's lips to distract her lover's fingers. As much as she had loved the gentle touch, it just didn't feel right anymore.

Haruka wrapped her arms around Michiru's waist as she had hoped she would, and brought her in closer for an even deeper kiss. Michiru let Haruka kiss her for several minutes, before she pushed lightly on her partner's relatively flat chest to signal that she wanted to stop.

"Haruka, didn't you want to go to that drifting thing toady? You're going to be late."

Haruka looked at her clock and jumped of the bed. She quickly tossed on casual-wear and combed her disheavled hair back into her normal style. She sprayed on a bit of cologne and they looked back at Michiru who was still gazing at her with an amused expression.
"Are you sure that you don't want to come?"

"I don't like that sort of thing, Haruka. You know that the only reason why I would go to watch cars is if you were in one of them," Michiru answered coyly.

"You're really missing out," Haruka suggested.

Michiru smiled, but didn't say anything.

Haruka sighed. "Do you want me to bring you anything?" she asked before she left the room.

Michiru refrained from listing several of the foods that she had recently been craving and shook her head.
"No, I'm fine. Have a good time, Haruka."