Man, I had almost missed our date. Thankfully I still managed to show up at her place right on time. In one hand I carried a bag of sushi; in the other, a cold bottle of Coke. Weird combination, sure, but who was I to judge? There was a time I used to drink two beers for breakfast.
The door opened. Layla stood there in an oversized casual t-shirt that still somehow managed to show off the soft curve of her pregnant belly. Underneath she wore a pair of shorts that ended just a finger's width above her knees. Even like this, no makeup, hair a little messy, barefoot, she looked quietly sexy. The pregnancy had filled out her body in all the right places: fuller tits straining lightly against the thin fabric of the shirt, hips a little wider, that soft rounded stomach that somehow made her look even more inviting.
"Hey," I smiled, holding up the bag. "Sushi and Coke here."
"And you." She smiled back.
"And me." I nodded.
"Come in."
