Beyond The Pale

party for two

Monty's POV

My mom coming back into my life had ultimately derailed my sanity. But, Raina had bought me a bottle of vodka, and since she was pregnant, I was drinking for the both of us. She was trying so hard to take my mind off my parents, and I was so grateful.

She was playing music, dancing as much as she could, as carefully as she could. It was the most glorious thing I'd seen in a while, to see her sway and then turn around and see her beautiful baby bump. For some reason, her being pregnant sparked a whole new level of attractiveness for me. I wouldn't call it a fetish, because she was the only pregnant woman I found to be... so fucking hot.

Every so often, she'd try to get me to dance with her, but I hadn't had enough alcohol for all that. It would take much more than a few shots to get me to dance. So, I settled for watching her, the liquid courage making me warm enough to shed my flannel. "Don't stop there," she chuckled, coming to sit in my lap, tugging at the hem of my shirt. "Take this off too." She said with a grin, and I humored her, removing my shirt and dramatically slingshotting it across the room.

"Better?" I questioned jokingly, and she gave me a nod of approval. "Much better." She mumbled as she kissed me, and I kissed her back hungrily. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself deep inside of her and forget about all the shit going through my mind. But, I'd kept myself from doing that, solely for the fact I felt that it was selfish of me.

I genuinely enjoyed sex with Raina, a lot more than any other female I'd ever been with. The way she felt, how she moaned, none of the other females could ever compare to her on that level of intimacy.

"What's up, babe? You look like... you have a lot on your mind." She asked curiously, and I tried to shake it off, but I knew she saw right though me. "Was just thinking babe. Nothing major," I shrugged, and she kissed me once more. "I wanted to show you something a few nights ago," she began, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, although I couldn't figure out why. "But, I feel like I look ridiculous in it. I bought it to take some maternity pictures in, but I feel like it's just so scandalous, my mother would never let me live it down." She continued, and I'll admit, I was curious.

"Show me. Go put it on." I urged, and she shook her head. "I can't, I'm too pregnant, and it's going to look ridiculous. I shouldn't have even mentioned it," she groaned, and by this point, I was kind of dying to see it. "C'mon, babe. Lemme see it. Please?" I pouted, and she rolled her eyes before trudging upstairs, demanding I stay downstairs while she put it on.

So, I sat on the couch in anticipation. A few minutes later, she called for me to close my eyes from the top of the stairs, and so I did, hearing her make her way down the steps, cursing the whole way. Her self esteem was at an all time low, and I couldn't figure out why. She had always been gorgeous to me, but here lately whenever I looked at her, she was just so heavenly easy on the eyes. It was like looking at a goddess. She was pregnant, sure, but she wasn't even that big yet. She had a significant bump, sure, but it was still relatively small. If she wore the right clothes you wouldn't even be able to tell at all.

Once she was down the stairs, she told me I could open my eyes, and when I did, I felt my jaw involuntarily drop, and my pants tighten slightly in the crotch. She had on a floor length dress, white and lacy and completely see through, with a slit up the side, split deep enough for me to catch a glimpse of her lacy black panties underneath. It was longsleeved, with the sleeves opening up wide and the ends, so the arms of it were flowy and gorgeous. It was very Bohemian, and so very Raina.

"Too slinky you think?" She did a runway turn for me, and I shook my head. I had so many thoughts running through my head, it was hard to form a sentence. "Do you like it babe? I liked it on the hanger, but I'm not so sure about it now that I've tried it on." She looked at me for an answer, and I tried as best as I could to form a coherent thought.