Savoring Her Sweets

Frank, the agent, stood up, glaring at Jim.

“Get out of here,” he said. “And if you ever show your face around here again, I’ll call the cops.”

Jim stood there like he was trying to muster up an inkling of courage, but it escaped him. Plus I think he was a little preoccupied with the blood pouring from his nose. He turned on his heels and left like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs.

After he left, Frank turned back to Tammy and I.

“Now, ladies, shall we get back to the paperwork?”

We both nodded and sat back down at his desk, ready to start a new chapter of our lives.

Epilogue

Candy

Four Years Later

I was used to not being able to see my feet. As a girl with D-cups, it was nothing new to me. But it was new to look down and see a belly slowly catching up with the curves on my chest. But my rapidly growing baby bump grew more and more every day.

I was really feeling it the more that I walked around the graduation, though, so I went and found my seat in the front row.

Elliot had done it. He had realized his goal of graduating with a teaching degree, and I was happy that I could be there to cheer him on. I was practically vibrating with excitement and pride and was trying to contain myself.

I saw Elliot’s row stand up and prepared myself. When they called his name, he walked across the stage with so much poise wearing his cap and gown. Everyone clapped quietly and with decorum. I, on the other hand, could no longer contain my excitement. I let out a loud cheer, clapping loudly. Everyone looked at me, but there was no disdain, just amused smiles. They got it.

When the ceremony ended, I searched the crowd for my love. When we found each other, he landed a soft kiss on my lips. He put his hand on my belly and smiled at me tenderly. I couldn’t believe how happy he made me.

It made me stop and think about all of the good things that we had going in our lives. For one, we had each other and we were as madly in love as ever. There was no “honeymoon phase” for us, we were as crazy about each other as we’d been from the moment we laid eyes on each other.

Elliot had a new dream, molding bright young minds and shaping the future. Tammy and I had bought the building and moved our bakeries into it. And business had been booming.

And more than I could have ever expected happened. The more time that Tammy and I spent together, the closer we got. We became really close friends, creating a close-knit sisterhood with Amelia and Tammy’s best friend, Sheila, who owns a flower shop.

My flavors and Tammy’s decorating skills have proved to be a lethal combination, so much so that we’ve been featured in magazines and even on the Food Network.

Elliot and I had been living together for three years and it had been the happiest three years I could have possibly imagined.

And now our little family was growing.

“I want to keep our happiness going forever,” said Elliot suddenly, dropping down to one knee.

I clapped my hands over my mouth in shock. I couldn’t believe that he was doing this in a crazy crowd of college graduates, milling about in caps and gowns, taking pictures and celebrating.

“Candace Prewitt, I love you,” he said, taking my hand in his. “I want to spend the rest of my life loving you. Will you marry me?”

He pulled a ring box out of his pocket and flipped it open, but to be honest, I hardly noticed. I didn’t care about the ring, all I cared about was that he was mine.

Forever.

“Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes, of course!”

We shared a long, passionate kiss, the rest of the world falling away, until I was breathless and my head was spinning.

“Let’s go home. We’ve got a lot of celebrating to do,” I said, grinning.

The moment we crashed through the doorway, we headed to the bedroom, completely unable to keep our hands off of each other.

After tugging the graduation gown over his head and tossing it aside, he undressed me, gentle with my protruding belly and swollen, sensitive breasts.

While he took a nipple between his lips, I stroked the growing erection in his pants, feeling him grow harder under my touch.

He tugged open his fly and let his cock spring free and I hastily shucked the rest of his clothes off of him, aching for the feeling of his bare skin on mine.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, planting a kiss on my belly and running his hand over it.

His hand slipped lower until his fingers parted my wet folds and toyed with my clit, making me gasp. The changes in my body made everything feel more different, more intense, and the pleasure was almost too much.