What Pregnancy Awakened in My Friend Sofía

Sofía was always the most conservative one in the group. Of the four friends who had hung out together since college, she was the one who lowered her voice to tell us she’d had a passionate kiss, the one who changed the subject when the conversation got too explicit, the one who never quite finished answering when someone asked her directly how things were going in bed. Valeria collected lovers and left us speechless. Natalia had stories that always ended with some detail nobody expected. I fell somewhere in the middle. And Sofía was the prudish one, the one who listened more than she talked, the one who blushed if anyone said anything too explicit.

Then she got pregnant.

The baby is due in mid-January, and the pregnancy has been agreeing with her in a way none of us would have imagined. She called us a few days ago to come see how she’d set up the nursery, all painted pastel green with drawings of jungle animals on the walls. We spent our time looking at the crib, the little furniture, the things hanging from the ceiling, and I thought we were going to spend a quiet afternoon drinking coffee and talking about diapers and baby names.

I was pretty wrong.

Sofía is just over five feet tall, slender, with soft features and that lush mouth we’ve always envied a little, the kind of mouth that doesn’t need anything to draw attention. Pregnancy changed her in surprising ways: she’s still slim everywhere, but she has a huge belly that seems incongruous with her small body, and her tits have grown a full two cup sizes. They look tight, full, with veins showing under her pale skin and her nipples darkened, swollen, straining against the fabric. That day she was wearing a thin, low-cut dress that showed them off without the slightest shame, and I watched her moving around the kitchen making coffee and thought any stranger on the street would fuck her with his eyes. The pregnancy suited her beautifully in everything except her feet, which are quite swollen.

— You have no idea how horny I am — she told us as we sat down around the table, with such natural ease that the three of us were left speechless. — Ever since I got pregnant, something’s been happening to me that I don’t understand. I’m wet all day long, girls. All day.

— I hope your husband can keep up — I said.

— More than keep up. The doctor told me I can keep fucking without any problem as long as I feel okay, so... — She shrugged with a smile. — Almost every day. Sometimes I wake him up in the middle of the night because I can’t take it anymore. I shake him, stick my hand inside his underwear, and tell him to put it in me right now, that I can’t wait.

— Welcome to the club — said Valeria.

— The problem is I can’t do just any position with the belly — Sofía went on. — But we found the ones that work. On our sides, spooning, with him pressed against my back, sliding it into me slowly and grabbing one tit with his hand. Or on all fours, with him behind me, fucking me while I rest my face on the pillow and my belly hangs down. Or me on the edge of the bed, lying on my back, legs spread wide, and him standing in front of me, fucking me while standing up. We love that last one because he can go all the way in and he controls the rhythm completely, in and out, looking at my belly and my tits bouncing with every thrust.

— You let him control it? — Valeria arched an eyebrow.

— Yes. — Sofía didn’t look away. — I realized I like that. Him keeping the rhythm, deciding when to stop and when to keep going, him driving it in whenever he wants and however he wants, me just opening my legs and taking it. I would never have asked for that before. It would have seemed weird to me, almost humiliating. But now...

And there she paused, leaving the three of us dying to know more.

— Now what? — Natalia asked.

— I ask him to hit me.

Complete silence in the kitchen.

— To hit you? — Natalia repeated slowly.

— On the ass. — Sofía didn’t flinch. — Not always hard, though sometimes yes. Slaps that leave a handprint. I don’t know when I started asking for it. It was one night when we were spooning, he was fucking me really slowly, and all of a sudden I told him to give it to me, to smack my ass hard while he fucked me. And he did. He gave me a sharp slap and drove it all the way in at the same time, and I came right there, unable to believe it. It was very, very good. Now it’s part of what we do every time; I can’t imagine it without that anymore. He hits me, pulls my hair, says filthy things in my ear while he’s fucking me, and I love all of it.

I looked at Sofía and tried to fit that image to the girl I’d known for years. It didn’t fit at all, and that made everything even more fascinating.

— Can I tell you something else that stays between us? — she asked, although it was already clear she was going to tell us anyway.

— Obviously — the three of us said almost at once.

— I got addicted to sucking his dick. In the morning, at night, whenever he least expects it. The other day he woke up before the alarm with a massive erection, his cock standing up and lifting his underwear, and I didn’t hesitate for a second. I sat down on the chair we have next to the bed, asked him to come closer because I can’t kneel with the belly, and took care of it there. I pulled down his underwear, grabbed his cock with both hands, and took the whole thing into my mouth. I sucked him slowly at first, getting it nice and wet, playing with my tongue on the tip, pressing my lips around the head and going all the way down. I kept his cock in my mouth until he started trembling and pulling my hair, and when he grabbed the back of my neck and shoved it deeper I let him do it. I gave him the look with my eyes that meant I wanted him to empty himself in there, and he came in my mouth with a long growl. And of course I swallowed everything, the very last drop, because if you don’t do that it hardly makes sense. Then I cleaned his cock with my tongue and smiled at him. He was left sprawled on the bed like he was dead.

— You haven’t lost your vices — I told her.

— What vices? This is new for me. — She laughed again. — I’d never been like this. I’d never really sucked his dick with any enthusiasm, honestly. I’d do it every once in a while, out of obligation, and I didn’t especially like it. Now I can’t imagine letting any opportunity pass me by. Every time I see the bulge outline itself in his pants, my mouth waters.

— And how does he take all this? — Natalia asked.

— He’s thrilled. Fascinated. I made him a photo book last month, some in a dress and some more personal, so to speak. Naked with the belly, tits out, legs spread for the camera, some showing me with my swollen pussy and others with my ass lifted. He keeps them saved on his phone. He tells me it’s the best gift he’s ever received in his life. If it were up to him, he’d use them as his wallpaper. I know he sometimes jerks off looking at them when I’m asleep, and I love it.

— You really do adore the man — said Valeria.

— A lot. But listen to the other thing. — Sofía lowered her voice a little, though there was no one else in the house. — The anal thing.

— What? — the three of us said in chorus.

— For years I told him no. Literally years. It wasn’t for me, it made me uncomfortable, I didn’t like the idea of him putting it in my ass. — She paused on purpose. — The other day I asked him to.

— No way.

— It was possible, and it happened. We were spooning, he was fucking my pussy really slowly, I was very hot and very turned on, soaking wet, and all of a sudden I started pushing back with my ass in a way that made it clear what I wanted. I took his hand, brought it to my ass, and told him in his ear to put it in there. He asked me if I was sure. I told him yes, to pull it out of my pussy and drive it into my ass. And he did. He got it nice and wet with my own juices, lined himself up at the entrance, and pushed slowly. The first thrust hurt a little; I felt it making its way in, stretching me, but when he got it all the way in and stayed still for a second so I could get used to it, something inside me lit up. I asked him to start moving, and when he got going fucking my ass in rhythm, first softly and then harder, I realized I was going insane. Moans started slipping out of me that I didn’t recognize. I slipped two fingers into my pussy while he took me from behind, and I came like I hadn’t in months, clenching his cock with my ass so hard that he came inside me immediately. It was... it was very good. I can’t believe it either, but I loved it. Now I ask for it every two or three times. And since I’m pregnant, we do it bare, everything, pussy and ass, no condom, nothing, and feeling him come inside is a huge difference, girls. Huge. Feeling the hot load hit me inside, and then staying there with all of it dripping down my thighs afterward, is something I had never experienced before.

The silence that followed was the kind you don’t quite know how to fill.

— Sofía — said Valeria very slowly —, who are you and what did you do with our friend?

We all laughed, including her, who covered her face with her hands for a second before looking up again without the slightest regret.

***

The part that shocked me most came later, when she told us what had happened a few days earlier at the supermarket. She told it with that same calm, as if she were describing something completely normal.

It was a weekday morning. Her husband was working, and she had gone alone to do the weekly shopping. She filled the cart with food and baby things, went to line up at the checkout, and there were two men in front of her. Athletic, broad-backed, wearing training shirts and shorts. The kind you can tell really go to the gym, with defined arms and thick thighs straining the fabric.

One turned around, saw her with the belly and the loaded cart, and said:

— Excuse me, ma’am, you go first.

— Oh, don’t call me ma’am, you’re making me feel old — she answered.

— Sorry, hahaha.

— I’ll take the spot because I’m like a cow with this belly and standing up is hard for me, but not ma’am, I’m twenty-three.

— Don’t say that, you look gorgeous.

That was when Sofía noticed the two of them starting to look at her neckline with pretty obvious interest, fixing their eyes on her swollen tits pressed against the dress fabric. And instead of ignoring it or pulling up her dress, she pushed her shoulders back, stuck her chest out, and kept talking. Her hard nipples showed through the fabric, and she knew it. The one who had stayed silent, the one who still hadn’t said a word, started getting a visible bulge under his shorts, a thick cock that could be guessed at from the side, pressed tight against his thigh. Sofía told us she saw it perfectly and that her pussy tightened with desire right there, at the supermarket checkout.

If they say anything to me, I’m taking them to the bathroom right now and fucking both of them.

That’s what she thought. She told us verbatim. She imagined the two of them in the supermarket bathroom, one fucking her from the front while she bent down to suck the other one, her belly hanging between the two of them, letting herself be used by two muscular strangers she’d never see again. Her panties got wet just thinking about it.

But she didn’t say anything. She finished paying, casually adjusted her neckline, smiled at them, and moved on.

But that wasn’t the end.

She wandered around the shops at the entrance, went into a perfume store, looked at a few things, took her time with no rush at all. And when she came out to the parking lot with her bags, the two men were still there, loading their own groceries.

— You’re following me — she told them.

— You’re the one following us — one of them answered.

— Hahaha. Since you offended me so much by calling me ma’am, could you at least carry my bags to the car? I’m really tired with this almost-eight-month belly, boys.

They both did it without hesitation. They put the bags in the trunk with all the kindness in the world. And Sofía, while they were busy arranging the things and had their attention on the trunk, very subtly pulled her dress aside and exposed almost an entire breast, the dark, hard nipple pointing into the air.

One second. Just one second before she put it back in place like nothing had happened.

— I saw them looking when they turned around — she told us. — They both stopped talking at the same time. Their eyes went straight to the nipple, and I pulled my dress back into place like it was an automatic gesture, kissed each of them on the cheek, brushing their cheeks with my lips very slowly, thanked them, and walked away swinging my ass. One of them left with such a visible erection that it showed completely through his shorts, his hard cock pushing against the fabric. I saw it in the rearview mirror when I started the car. He was adjusting his dick with his hand, trying to act natural, and his friend was cracking up next to him.

— Oh, friend — I said —, you’re awful.

— Why? I didn’t do anything wrong. I gave them a little free entertainment. I didn’t even give them my number. And I got home so turned on, with my panties soaked through, that I called him at work, told him to come home for lunch, and when he arrived he didn’t even get to sit down. I grabbed him at the door, opened his pants right there in the entryway, took out his cock, and knelt down as best I could, leaning on the couch. I sucked him fast, hungry, while he held my head and shoved it all the way in. When I felt he was about to blow I told him to finish on my face and tits, to cover me completely. And he came. He left my face, my neck, my tits dripping with cum. And I told him to go back to work like that, with his cock still wet, and think of me all afternoon. He left almost running, laughing his ass off. I stayed behind licking my fingers.

— You never change — I said.

— I changed a lot. — She laughed. — Or the other way around: only now am I really discovering myself.

***

We spent the rest of the afternoon laughing, drinking cold coffee nobody had remembered to finish, hearing more details than any of us would have expected to hear from Sofía six months earlier. It was one of those get-togethers where you end up knowing a lot more about a person than you did before walking in, and that changes the way you see them a little.

When I went home that night, I was still thinking about her. About how the pregnancy had taken her apart and put her back together in a different way. About how something that seemed like a purely physical change was also reorganizing everything else: what she wanted, what she asked for, the boundaries she’d held for years and that now simply didn’t exist anymore.

Before going to sleep I opened my phone and saw that Sofía had posted a photo on Instagram. A light dress, fitted, with a wide, generous neckline that almost pushed her tits out. Her arms raised above her head, her belly visible, her nipples showing through the fabric, a smile from someone who knows exactly what she’s doing and exactly the effect it has. It already had hundreds of likes.

I hearted it and closed my phone.

I hope everything keeps going well for her. And I hope her husband can keep up, because it can’t be easy with a woman who wants cock morning, noon, and night, who opens her ass and her mouth without brakes, and who parades around the supermarket turning on strangers. Though from the look on his face, the last time I saw him, he didn’t seem to be complaining all that much either.