Camilla's Belly Call STORY
There was just something about strolling around naked in a hotel room that really got Camilla going. She couldn’t pin point exactly why, although she was sure that it must have had something to do with wearing absolutely nothing in a strange environment. Walking around, her large breasts bouncing and jiggling with every step; feeling air on her butt and, maybe slightly, the idea that anyone could walk in at any time, seeing her exposed body.
She was laid on the bed when the knock came at the door. Three raps, followed by two more in quick succession.
She had remembered.
Camilla jumped up as quickly as possible, picked up the thick, woolly bathrobe supplied by the hotel and wrapped it around her. She walked over to the mirror and tied it tight, leaving a generous opening at the top so that her breasts, squished up in the robe, were emphasized and looking twice their normal size. They looked round and firm enough for anybody looking at them to well believe they had been enhanced, rather than just natural God-given assets. She fixed her hair and then walked over to the door.
She had called Simone only four hours earlier, the first time in almost a year. It used to be a regular thing, but ever since she had met John, she—as horrible as it sounded—didn’t need Simone anymore. But things with John weren’t going as smooth as they once had. And some fun with the first—and only—woman Camilla had ever been under the sheets with was just what she needed.
But there was one thing, Simone had told her. One thing that may have soured the deal; Camilla was sure that for anyone but her it likely would have, but she was nearing desperation for some physical contact with another human.
When Camilla opened the door, she smiled at Simone, which immediately turned into a grin. She couldn’t help herself. Simone looked as stunning as she ever had. More so, even. There was something about her current condition that really made her glow.
Her shiny black hair and dark features were what made Camilla approach her in that bar all those years ago. They hadn’t change.
Her own smile; warm and bright enough to light up the darkest of rooms: that hadn’t changed either.
But when Camilla looked below her face; that’s where the changes were apparent.
The not-so little black dress she was wearing accentuated an extremely generous view of her elongated cleavage. And below that, the fabric stretched out, clinging like there was no tomorrow to the swollen ball of a belly that protruded out from Simone’s body.
‘Wow,’ Camilla said. ‘I don’t think you did yourself justice.’
‘How do you mean?’ Simone asked, her accent clinging on to just a hint of her French upbringing.
‘You said you were big—I’d say you were probably big three months ago! This, this is something else!’
Simone’s smile turned into a grin then, which only widened Camilla’s even more.
‘I see you haven’t changed one bit,’ Simone said, seduction oozing from her voice. ‘Still as cheeky as ever.’
‘You know me. Now, get that butt in here.’
Simone made her way into the room, and Camilla couldn’t help notice how she walked with a hand supporting her arching back. There was something about it, something that Camilla couldn’t quite put her finger on. But somehow, she found it arousing.
At the same time however, Camilla was also thinking how uncomfortable that restrictive dress must be for Simone, and that was something she knew she could help with.
She wasted no time in closing the door behind her pregnant caller, approaching her, and sliding the straps of her slender shoulders.
‘Hey, now.’ Simone said before Camilla could complete her task. ‘Just what do you think you’re doing?’
‘Helping you out of that dress,’ Simone said, putting on her most innocent tone of voice. ‘A lady in your condition can’t possibly be comfortable wearing that thing.’
Simone turned to Camilla, and the look on her face told her that for Simone, the game was over.
‘You hurt me, you know?’ Simone said.
Camilla stood there, slightly in shock at how quickly the atmosphere in the room had changed. But she knew that Simone was right, what she did to her was more than just wrong: it was rotten, something that she should never have done, and something that she would regret doing for the rest of her life.
‘I know,’ Camilla said, looking down. ‘I’ve felt guilty about it every day, ending it the way I did.’
‘So why didn’t you call? Write? E-mail me? Hit me up online? You didn’t contact me in any way?’
‘Sure, nearly a year later!’
Camilla looked around the room, almost as if she were double checking they were truly alone.
‘I’m going to be straight with you,’ she said. ‘It’s my parents.’
‘Your parents?’ Simone said, slowly easing herself onto the bed; one hand beneath her bulging midsection, barely being contained by the thin fabric of her dress.
‘They’re traditional, super religious. They would have never accepted me being with another woman. Especially one who—’
‘One who what?’
‘One who I met the way we met.’
‘Don’t call yourself that,’ Camilla said, sitting down beside Simone. She was feeling that same magnetic attraction that she had felt the first time they had met. She knew she had to square things with Simone, she had genuine feelings for her, and the last thing she wanted would be anything to happen between them purely as a business arrangement.
‘Why? It’s true.’ Simone said.
Camilla didn’t know how to respond, she just sat there silent. And even though she had been made to feel really guilty, she found her eyes wandering over to Simone’s expansive middle.
‘I didn’t want to make you feel bad tonight,’ Simone said, gently placing her hand on Camilla’s thigh. ‘And trust me, by the time tonight’s over—me and you, it’ll be like we never broke up.’
‘I have to be honest,’ Camilla said, knowing she was about regret saying what she was about to say. ‘To me, we were never actually together.’
There was a silence that in reality, lasted no longer than a couple seconds, but to Camilla, lasted an hour.
‘I know.’ Simone said, immediately easing Camilla. ‘I was never in a place for a relationship either, but now—I am, I think I’m ready. That is, if you are. I’ve never been able to stop thinking about you, even though I knew you had moved on.’
‘I’m not so sure about that anymore.’ Camilla said.
‘Not sure about what?’ Simone asked.
Camilla sighed deeply, considering just how her life was turning out. It never ceased to amaze her just how quickly life went; how one moment you’re sure of everything, and the next, you have no idea what you’re doing.
‘I’m not sure if I have moved on.’ Camilla explained.
‘To be honest, I guess I gathered that when you called.’ Simone said almost sombrely.
Camilla smiled. ‘But—well, what about the elephant in the room.’
‘What a lovely thing to say to the person you called for a hook up!’
They both burst into laughter then. It was just another one of the things Camilla had missed so much about Simone.
‘It’s not mine,’ Simone said.
‘What do you mean? Not yours,’ Camilla asked, genuinely confused for a moment. ‘It doesn’t exactly work that way for us girls you know! We can’t go around saying that it’s not our baby!’
One word and Camilla’s mind cleared, her future seemed to open up. A possibility of a future with Simone.
‘I wanted to get out of the business, go back to school. So I did. But I had to fund it. I didn’t manage to save much—not with the lifestyle I used to live.’
‘Of course, there are a lot of couples who really want kids. But for a lot of reasons, they either can’t or, as in my case, the woman doesn’t want to carry her own child. Imagine that—imagine being so bothered about the way you look, so consumed with your own vanity, that you wouldn’t even carry your own child!’
‘I think you look hot!’ Camilla blurted out, not even realising what she had said until it was out there. It was a strange sensation: she had never said anything so impulsive before; her lips almost seemed to burn.
Simone laughed. ‘You don’t have to try and make me feel better, another couple of weeks and I can go to work on getting my body back!’
‘I’m not,’ Camilla found herself saying. ‘I don’t know—I’m being serious, you look real good.’
‘Well, thank you.’ The seduction was creeping back into Simone’s voice. The game was starting up again.
‘So what you doing at school?’ Camilla wanted to try and build up to the event as slowly as possible. She always had been patient, and had learned that the longer she waited, the better the climax.
‘Right now? A mixed-bag of classes; to be honest, it all seemed like a good idea when I started. Now, I’m as confused as I ever was.’
‘You’ll find your way eventually, everyone does. The least expected encounter can lead to a life of pleasure.’
‘You speaking from experience,’ Simone said, smiling.
Both women shared an intense look between themselves.
‘Wow, two years older than me and giving out life advice!’
They both grinned. ‘Hey, I give this advice out every day to my students!’
‘Yeah, but they’re twenty, not thirty!’
‘True! I suppose.’
‘What happened to the writing?’
‘Still going, albeit slow, so very slow! I don’t know, maybe I’m just not cut out for it. I wouldn’t be unhappy if I stayed at the university lecturing.’
They both went quiet, and Camilla felt as though the time had come.
‘Can I—can I feel it?’ Camilla asked with trepidation.
Simone laughed, ‘Sure, I think you’ll be doing a lot more than that before long.’
Camilla gently placed her hand atop Simone’s belly, and then gently moved it around over the surface of the stretched fabric. It was warm, round and firm. Camilla immediately felt herself getting excited, and she really wasn’t sure why.
Why had she suddenly become attracted to pregnant bellies?
‘Like it?’ Simone asked.
‘I do—really,’ Camilla responded. She looked up and saw Simone grinning.
Had she not been serious? Was she just messing around?
Camilla didn’t care. She went in and kissed Simone, almost making up for eleven months of lost making-out in ten seconds. It was the most passionate ten seconds of either of their lives. Simone’s taste hadn’t changed, and Camilla simply couldn’t get enough. Her tongue explored every part of Simone’s mouth, and eventually their tongues entangled together.
Camilla’s hand started to move up from Simone’s gravid middle to her generously engorged breasts; all the while, Simone had placed her hand within Camilla’s robe: starting by massaging her full, soft breast and then making her way down. First gently touching her ribs beneath the heft of her chest, just like she had always liked it, and then to her trim middle, before venturing further.
‘Don’t shave anymore?’ Simone asked when their lips came apart.
‘It’s been a while’ she replied quickly. ‘There hasn’t exactly been anyone to keep it tidy for, I guess I forgot about it! I can fix it?’
‘No, I like it! I stopped myself when—well, when I couldn’t exactly access it anymore!’
They went into the next round of making out laughing.
Camilla’s robe came off, once again fully naked on the bed.
Simone stood, up in front of Camilla and slowly lifted the dress above her head.
She had on no underwear, and her belly was fully exposed in all its enormous, swollen, rounded glory.
A prominent darkened line extended its way from Simone’s popped navel to her crotch, or what Camilla could see of it. Her belly was so big. So round. So firm.
It almost seemed to create a shelf where Simone’s engorged breasts rested. The veins across her swollen chest were prominent and, Camilla couldn’t be certain, but she was almost sure she could see a drop of white oozing out of one Simone’s darkened, enlarged nipples. They were so much larger and prominent that what she had remembered, and Simone’s nipples seemed to have significantly elongated, standard very proud at the centre of her puffy areola.
Camilla realised at that very moment that, in her thirty-two years on Earth, she had never felt more turned on. It was like something primal had been discovered within her. Something that had been buried deep for a long, long time: fighting to get out. And when it finally had, it had exploded.
Camilla’s hands explored the expanded canvas of Simone’s body like they had never explored anything before. The woman straddling her was perfection. Not a crevice of her body went untouched. But, even with Simone’s complete beauty, Camilla found her hands continuously being attracted to her swollen, bulging, colossal belly.
That hour was something that neither Camilla, nor Simone, ever wanted to end.