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Merril blushed as she shifted slightly so she could watch Spencer laying next to her. “I-I’m not..”
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Spencer glanced down, biting lightly on his bottom lip, “Well,…
Merril laid her hands on his arms as he moved them both backwards. She sighed softly at the feeling of her cool covers against her nearly bare back.
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Spencer glanced down, biting lightly on his bottom lip, “Well, it’s only American History… I guess I could skip it.” He really wanted to do well on all of his exams, but America…
Merril’s eyes closed briefly as they kissed lightly. “I-I’m sure…” She whispered softly to him.
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Spencer glanced down, biting lightly on his bottom lip, “Well, it’s only American History… I guess I could skip it.” He really wanted to do well on all of his exams, but America History was probably his easiest subject.
Merril placed a hand on her stomach, already a habit by now, and looked at him. “I-I …. O-Only if you’re r-really sure.” Mer swallowed. She didn’t want to be the reason why he could fail an exam.
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“Well, if the people at Dalton are any indication, then yes, women do cook better.” Spencer looked around the other girl’s room as they went inside, his first thought being that it smelled the same as Merril’s room back at Dalton used to. “It’s nice. Suits you.” He looked across as Merril took her jacket off, “You look beautiful, baby.”
Merril looked flustered as she placed one hand on her stomach. “It’s still a bit weird. I don’t fit in my normal clothes anymore and I should get a bigger size for my blouses.” She muttered. The girl looked up and at him with a small smile.
Spencer sighed as he heard Merril’s words, “I think you look gorgeous.” He said strongly, stepping forwards to hold her shoulders gently, “We can go clothes shopping if you want some time, but for now… I like seeing the stretch, is that really weird?”
“It would be nice to have clothes that fit though.” She said softly. Sure it was nice to see how her belly was stretching to fit her baby but fitting clothes were needed. “No it’s not weird.”
“Seeing you still in your normal clothes, it makes me realise jut how much you’ve grown and I just love thinking that, Gods, that’s our child in there, Mer!” Spencer licked over his lips, stroking down Merril’s arms as he got up the courage to say his next sentence, “Well, if they don’t fit, maybe you’d be better off not wearing them…”
“I know it is. It’s just uncomfortable because sometimes the ‘normal’clothes hurt cause they press into my skin.” Merril said as she got rid of her shoes. She looked up with a slight flush on her cheeks, gazing at him. “O-Oh?”
“I never want you tu be in pain baby, never. We can go and buy more clothes, I promise. Until then, maybe it would be best if you didn’t wear the clothes that hurt you…” He wanted Merril to know that he was never going to force her into anything but, Gods, it had been so long since their last time, it was when Merril had gotten pregnant, and Spencer couldn’t deny that he was starting to need her, as much as it made him feel weak.
“Hmm I’d like that,” she smiled at him and then blushed. Merril knew what he ment, he wanted her to take her clothes off and he had never before asked it that straightforward. The brunette played with the buttons on her blouse, truthfully she did want the same thing as him. Although that was also partially because of the hormones. “I….O-Okay…”
Spencer hadn’t really been expecting Merril to agree so easily so when she started to undo her shirt he stopped, trying to figure out what to do next. With a lick over his lips, he brought his hands to his own tie and started to undo it too, “Would you, um, want me to join you, so your weren’t alone?”
She giggled nervously with red cheeks. “T-That would b-be nice y-yes..” Merril stammered as she unbuttoned her blouse and bit her lip, shy in taking it off so she settled for taking off her socks first.
Spencer kicked his shoes off, shoving them away, while his toed off his socks too, still pulling his tie over his head. With a lick over his lips, he looked down to the shorter girl, “Is the door locked?”’
Merril nibbled on her lowerlip and nodded. “Y-Yes.” She was a bit reluctant to take of her blouse but he had said he loved seeing her stomach grow so she took it off. You could see the swell of her stomach pretty well now. Merril had always been very slim, actually too thin, so eventhough the baby was /really/ tiny her babybump was very noticable.
Spencer gulped lightly as he watched Merril remove her blouse, his eyes going to the bump and he stepped forwards, “You look beautiful… C-can I?” He asked gently, reaching his hand out. His other hand was fumbling with the buttons on his own shirt but not managing to open any.
She looked flustered at him. “S-Sure?” Merril shuffled as she stood there in her bra, undies and skirt. Her brown eyes tracking him as he walked closer to her.
Spencer reached the other girl and he kissed her lips softly as he let his hand rest against the soft skin of her swelling stomach. ”I love you so much Merril… I want to be slow today but… I have a class last.”
Merril’s muscles clenched just a little. She wasn’t used to anyone touching her stomach. None of the girls had ever asked and they didn’t mind. “I-I love you too…” She blinked at hearing that. “Oh…” Her hands having a tight grip on her blouse.
Spencer stopped in his movements as he heard that small ‘oh’ and felt the other girl tense under his touch, “Baby…? We don’t have to do this if you dent want to. I just… I miss you. Us.”
“I just don’t want this t-to be hurried,” Mer said softly, her brown eyes looking up at him. She had missed this too but she didn’t want to do this hurried.
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“Well, if the people at Dalton are any indication, then yes, women do cook better.” Spencer looked around the other girl’s room as they went inside, his first thought being that it smelled the same as Merril’s room back at Dalton used to. “It’s nice. Suits you.” He looked across as Merril took her jacket off, “You look beautiful, baby.”
Merril looked flustered as she placed one hand on her stomach. “It’s still a bit weird. I don’t fit in my normal clothes anymore and I should get a bigger size for my blouses.” She muttered. The girl looked up and at him with a small smile.
Spencer sighed as he heard Merril’s words, “I think you look gorgeous.” He said strongly, stepping forwards to hold her shoulders gently, “We can go clothes shopping if you want some time, but for now… I like seeing the stretch, is that really weird?”
“It would be nice to have clothes that fit though.” She said softly. Sure it was nice to see how her belly was stretching to fit her baby but fitting clothes were needed. “No it’s not weird.”
“Seeing you still in your normal clothes, it makes me realise jut how much you’ve grown and I just love thinking that, Gods, that’s our child in there, Mer!” Spencer licked over his lips, stroking down Merril’s arms as he got up the courage to say his next sentence, “Well, if they don’t fit, maybe you’d be better off not wearing them…”
“I know it is. It’s just uncomfortable because sometimes the ‘normal’clothes hurt cause they press into my skin.” Merril said as she got rid of her shoes. She looked up with a slight flush on her cheeks, gazing at him. “O-Oh?”
“I never want you tu be in pain baby, never. We can go and buy more clothes, I promise. Until then, maybe it would be best if you didn’t wear the clothes that hurt you…” He wanted Merril to know that he was never going to force her into anything but, Gods, it had been so long since their last time, it was when Merril had gotten pregnant, and Spencer couldn’t deny that he was starting to need her, as much as it made him feel weak.
“Hmm I’d like that,” she smiled at him and then blushed. Merril knew what he ment, he wanted her to take her clothes off and he had never before asked it that straightforward. The brunette played with the buttons on her blouse, truthfully she did want the same thing as him. Although that was also partially because of the hormones. “I….O-Okay…”
Spencer hadn’t really been expecting Merril to agree so easily so when she started to undo her shirt he stopped, trying to figure out what to do next. With a lick over his lips, he brought his hands to his own tie and started to undo it too, “Would you, um, want me to join you, so your weren’t alone?”
She giggled nervously with red cheeks. “T-That would b-be nice y-yes..” Merril stammered as she unbuttoned her blouse and bit her lip, shy in taking it off so she settled for taking off her socks first.
Spencer kicked his shoes off, shoving them away, while his toed off his socks too, still pulling his tie over his head. With a lick over his lips, he looked down to the shorter girl, “Is the door locked?”’
Merril nibbled on her lowerlip and nodded. “Y-Yes.” She was a bit reluctant to take of her blouse but he had said he loved seeing her stomach grow so she took it off. You could see the swell of her stomach pretty well now. Merril had always been very slim, actually too thin, so eventhough the baby was /really/ tiny her babybump was very noticable.
Spencer gulped lightly as he watched Merril remove her blouse, his eyes going to the bump and he stepped forwards, “You look beautiful… C-can I?” He asked gently, reaching his hand out. His other hand was fumbling with the buttons on his own shirt but not managing to open any.
She looked flustered at him. “S-Sure?” Merril shuffled as she stood there in her bra, undies and skirt. Her brown eyes tracking him as he walked closer to her.
Spencer reached the other girl and he kissed her lips softly as he let his hand rest against the soft skin of her swelling stomach. ”I love you so much Merril… I want to be slow today but… I have a class last.”
Merril’s muscles clenched just a little. She wasn’t used to anyone touching her stomach. None of the girls had ever asked and they didn’t mind. “I-I love you too…” She blinked at hearing that. “Oh…” Her hands having a tight grip on her blouse.
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“Well, if the people at Dalton are any indication, then yes, women do cook better.” Spencer looked around the other girl’s room as they went inside, his first thought being that it smelled the same as Merril’s room back at Dalton used to. “It’s nice. Suits you.” He looked across as Merril took her jacket off, “You look beautiful, baby.”
Merril looked flustered as she placed one hand on her stomach. “It’s still a bit weird. I don’t fit in my normal clothes anymore and I should get a bigger size for my blouses.” She muttered. The girl looked up and at him with a small smile.
Spencer sighed as he heard Merril’s words, “I think you look gorgeous.” He said strongly, stepping forwards to hold her shoulders gently, “We can go clothes shopping if you want some time, but for now… I like seeing the stretch, is that really weird?”
“It would be nice to have clothes that fit though.” She said softly. Sure it was nice to see how her belly was stretching to fit her baby but fitting clothes were needed. “No it’s not weird.”
“Seeing you still in your normal clothes, it makes me realise jut how much you’ve grown and I just love thinking that, Gods, that’s our child in there, Mer!” Spencer licked over his lips, stroking down Merril’s arms as he got up the courage to say his next sentence, “Well, if they don’t fit, maybe you’d be better off not wearing them…”
“I know it is. It’s just uncomfortable because sometimes the ‘normal’clothes hurt cause they press into my skin.” Merril said as she got rid of her shoes. She looked up with a slight flush on her cheeks, gazing at him. “O-Oh?”
“I never want you tu be in pain baby, never. We can go and buy more clothes, I promise. Until then, maybe it would be best if you didn’t wear the clothes that hurt you…” He wanted Merril to know that he was never going to force her into anything but, Gods, it had been so long since their last time, it was when Merril had gotten pregnant, and Spencer couldn’t deny that he was starting to need her, as much as it made him feel weak.
“Hmm I’d like that,” she smiled at him and then blushed. Merril knew what he ment, he wanted her to take her clothes off and he had never before asked it that straightforward. The brunette played with the buttons on her blouse, truthfully she did want the same thing as him. Although that was also partially because of the hormones. “I….O-Okay…”
Spencer hadn’t really been expecting Merril to agree so easily so when she started to undo her shirt he stopped, trying to figure out what to do next. With a lick over his lips, he brought his hands to his own tie and started to undo it too, “Would you, um, want me to join you, so your weren’t alone?”
She giggled nervously with red cheeks. “T-That would b-be nice y-yes..” Merril stammered as she unbuttoned her blouse and bit her lip, shy in taking it off so she settled for taking off her socks first.
Spencer kicked his shoes off, shoving them away, while his toed off his socks too, still pulling his tie over his head. With a lick over his lips, he looked down to the shorter girl, “Is the door locked?”’
Merril nibbled on her lowerlip and nodded. “Y-Yes.” She was a bit reluctant to take of her blouse but he had said he loved seeing her stomach grow so she took it off. You could see the swell of her stomach pretty well now. Merril had always been very slim, actually too thin, so eventhough the baby was /really/ tiny her babybump was very noticable.
Spencer gulped lightly as he watched Merril remove her blouse, his eyes going to the bump and he stepped forwards, “You look beautiful… C-can I?” He asked gently, reaching his hand out. His other hand was fumbling with the buttons on his own shirt but not managing to open any.
She looked flustered at him. “S-Sure?” Merril shuffled as she stood there in her bra, undies and skirt. Her brown eyes tracking him as he walked closer to her.
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“Well, if the people at Dalton are any indication, then yes, women do cook better.” Spencer looked around the other girl’s room as they went inside, his first thought being that it smelled the same as Merril’s room back at Dalton used to. “It’s nice. Suits you.” He looked across as Merril took her jacket off, “You look beautiful, baby.”
Merril looked flustered as she placed one hand on her stomach. “It’s still a bit weird. I don’t fit in my normal clothes anymore and I should get a bigger size for my blouses.” She muttered. The girl looked up and at him with a small smile.
Spencer sighed as he heard Merril’s words, “I think you look gorgeous.” He said strongly, stepping forwards to hold her shoulders gently, “We can go clothes shopping if you want some time, but for now… I like seeing the stretch, is that really weird?”
“It would be nice to have clothes that fit though.” She said softly. Sure it was nice to see how her belly was stretching to fit her baby but fitting clothes were needed. “No it’s not weird.”
“Seeing you still in your normal clothes, it makes me realise jut how much you’ve grown and I just love thinking that, Gods, that’s our child in there, Mer!” Spencer licked over his lips, stroking down Merril’s arms as he got up the courage to say his next sentence, “Well, if they don’t fit, maybe you’d be better off not wearing them…”
“I know it is. It’s just uncomfortable because sometimes the ‘normal’clothes hurt cause they press into my skin.” Merril said as she got rid of her shoes. She looked up with a slight flush on her cheeks, gazing at him. “O-Oh?”
“I never want you tu be in pain baby, never. We can go and buy more clothes, I promise. Until then, maybe it would be best if you didn’t wear the clothes that hurt you…” He wanted Merril to know that he was never going to force her into anything but, Gods, it had been so long since their last time, it was when Merril had gotten pregnant, and Spencer couldn’t deny that he was starting to need her, as much as it made him feel weak.
“Hmm I’d like that,” she smiled at him and then blushed. Merril knew what he ment, he wanted her to take her clothes off and he had never before asked it that straightforward. The brunette played with the buttons on her blouse, truthfully she did want the same thing as him. Although that was also partially because of the hormones. “I….O-Okay…”
Spencer hadn’t really been expecting Merril to agree so easily so when she started to undo her shirt he stopped, trying to figure out what to do next. With a lick over his lips, he brought his hands to his own tie and started to undo it too, “Would you, um, want me to join you, so your weren’t alone?”
She giggled nervously with red cheeks. “T-That would b-be nice y-yes..” Merril stammered as she unbuttoned her blouse and bit her lip, shy in taking it off so she settled for taking off her socks first.
Spencer kicked his shoes off, shoving them away, while his toed off his socks too, still pulling his tie over his head. With a lick over his lips, he looked down to the shorter girl, “Is the door locked?”’
Merril nibbled on her lowerlip and nodded. “Y-Yes.” She was a bit reluctant to take of her blouse but he had said he loved seeing her stomach grow so she took it off. You could see the swell of her stomach pretty well now. Merril had always been very slim, actually too thin, so eventhough the baby was /really/ tiny her babybump was very noticable.
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“Well, if the people at Dalton are any indication, then yes, women do cook better.” Spencer looked around the other girl’s room as they went inside, his first thought being that it smelled the same as Merril’s room back at Dalton used to. “It’s nice. Suits you.” He looked across as Merril took her jacket off, “You look beautiful, baby.”
Merril looked flustered as she placed one hand on her stomach. “It’s still a bit weird. I don’t fit in my normal clothes anymore and I should get a bigger size for my blouses.” She muttered. The girl looked up and at him with a small smile.
Spencer sighed as he heard Merril’s words, “I think you look gorgeous.” He said strongly, stepping forwards to hold her shoulders gently, “We can go clothes shopping if you want some time, but for now… I like seeing the stretch, is that really weird?”
“It would be nice to have clothes that fit though.” She said softly. Sure it was nice to see how her belly was stretching to fit her baby but fitting clothes were needed. “No it’s not weird.”
“Seeing you still in your normal clothes, it makes me realise jut how much you’ve grown and I just love thinking that, Gods, that’s our child in there, Mer!” Spencer licked over his lips, stroking down Merril’s arms as he got up the courage to say his next sentence, “Well, if they don’t fit, maybe you’d be better off not wearing them…”
“I know it is. It’s just uncomfortable because sometimes the ‘normal’clothes hurt cause they press into my skin.” Merril said as she got rid of her shoes. She looked up with a slight flush on her cheeks, gazing at him. “O-Oh?”
“I never want you tu be in pain baby, never. We can go and buy more clothes, I promise. Until then, maybe it would be best if you didn’t wear the clothes that hurt you…” He wanted Merril to know that he was never going to force her into anything but, Gods, it had been so long since their last time, it was when Merril had gotten pregnant, and Spencer couldn’t deny that he was starting to need her, as much as it made him feel weak.
“Hmm I’d like that,” she smiled at him and then blushed. Merril knew what he ment, he wanted her to take her clothes off and he had never before asked it that straightforward. The brunette played with the buttons on her blouse, truthfully she did want the same thing as him. Although that was also partially because of the hormones. “I….O-Okay…”
Spencer hadn’t really been expecting Merril to agree so easily so when she started to undo her shirt he stopped, trying to figure out what to do next. With a lick over his lips, he brought his hands to his own tie and started to undo it too, “Would you, um, want me to join you, so your weren’t alone?”
She giggled nervously with red cheeks. “T-That would b-be nice y-yes..” Merril stammered as she unbuttoned her blouse and bit her lip, shy in taking it off so she settled for taking off her socks first.
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“Well, if the people at Dalton are any indication, then yes, women do cook better.” Spencer looked around the other girl’s room as they went inside, his first thought being that it smelled the same as Merril’s room back at Dalton used to. “It’s nice. Suits you.” He looked across as Merril took her jacket off, “You look beautiful, baby.”
Merril looked flustered as she placed one hand on her stomach. “It’s still a bit weird. I don’t fit in my normal clothes anymore and I should get a bigger size for my blouses.” She muttered. The girl looked up and at him with a small smile.
Spencer sighed as he heard Merril’s words, “I think you look gorgeous.” He said strongly, stepping forwards to hold her shoulders gently, “We can go clothes shopping if you want some time, but for now… I like seeing the stretch, is that really weird?”
“It would be nice to have clothes that fit though.” She said softly. Sure it was nice to see how her belly was stretching to fit her baby but fitting clothes were needed. “No it’s not weird.”
“Seeing you still in your normal clothes, it makes me realise jut how much you’ve grown and I just love thinking that, Gods, that’s our child in there, Mer!” Spencer licked over his lips, stroking down Merril’s arms as he got up the courage to say his next sentence, “Well, if they don’t fit, maybe you’d be better off not wearing them…”
“I know it is. It’s just uncomfortable because sometimes the ‘normal’clothes hurt cause they press into my skin.” Merril said as she got rid of her shoes. She looked up with a slight flush on her cheeks, gazing at him. “O-Oh?”
“I never want you tu be in pain baby, never. We can go and buy more clothes, I promise. Until then, maybe it would be best if you didn’t wear the clothes that hurt you…” He wanted Merril to know that he was never going to force her into anything but, Gods, it had been so long since their last time, it was when Merril had gotten pregnant, and Spencer couldn’t deny that he was starting to need her, as much as it made him feel weak.
“Hmm I’d like that,” she smiled at him and then blushed. Merril knew what he ment, he wanted her to take her clothes off and he had never before asked it that straightforward. The brunette played with the buttons on her blouse, truthfully she did want the same thing as him. Although that was also partially because of the hormones. “I….O-Okay…”
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