Scene Nine

"Thank God for the internet," Helen had exclaimed into the evening air. "If I hadn't done my homework, you'd still be treating me like a precious piece of Dresden china, scared to death in case anything went wrong. You'd better be grateful."

"All right, I confess it. I didn't know any better," Nikki had moaned appologetically in reply to her lover's taunts as she had lain on her backin their comfortable flat. "I mean, years on the lesbian scene has taught me everything about emotional and physical love between women but babies? That's like learning a different language."

"So you have me to thank so that I can freely express my carnal lusts for you and for me to be equally pleasured," the very naked Helen had retorted, maximising her advantage as she had lain alongside Nikki , her wandering fingers delicately exploring the intimate areas she adored.

"All right, so I messed up. I made assumptions about pregnancy and wanted to be all noble and protective. I didn't realise what I'd done wrong."

"So instead of shagging the living daylights out of me as you have done ever since since we lived together, correction, since that first night together, I got the big freeze. Can't you believe I'd start to wonder why?" teased Helen, articulating every syllable with the tip of her tongue,******

Nikki had been in a helpless state of confusion. Her lover was and always had been never more alluring when she talked in direct sexual terms which normally did wonders for her libido but this time she was skewed by conflicting emotions.

"So maybe, I'll start with you first. You know what a gorgeous arse you have, how you've got luscious legs I'd die for and sneaking a peek at your physical charms is such a turn on," Helen had teased, her fingers slowly stroking her lover's flat stomach and obviously contemplating sliding down towards the centre of her desires. She had clearly intended to tantalise Nikki and work her up into a state of delerious physical hunger to be penetrated. All Nikki's insides had been crying out in a state of molten lust as inch by inch, those determined fingers had caressed the insides of her thighs, oh such a short distance away from where she had been crying out for them to be, the rhythm of her hips moving increasingly frantically. Finally, Helen had expertly slid inside her lover and had touched her in the way she loved best while Nikki had wrapped her arms round her lover, frantically kissing her. As Nikki had surrendered to the exquisite feeling of a gloriously sustained orgasm that had seemed to go on forever, she had delighted in the wonderful discovery that, in their single minded drive to parenthood, they didn't have to throw aside everything they'd learned about the many faceted sides of the love they shared. As she had sought every scrap of air into her lungs in the aftershocks of their lovemaking, Nikki had known beyond doubt that the very formidable, rampant Ms Stewart had intended to demand restitution in full. She had wondered if she was up to it..

All that had happened a few months ago in the early days of Helen's pregnancy when both of them had been adjusting to what it meant to them. The period of morning sickness when Nikki had been the concerned partner also told them loud and clear what was going on. As time rolled by, here they were again, both naked beneath the duvet and riding the changes they were going through. After all, what happened to Helen happened sympathetically to Nikki.

"Oh God, you're not really serious about rereading the panphlet about sex during pregnancy. I thought we'd figured that out when you first got hold of it," Nikki said incredulously.

"Perfectly serious. I want to make sure we're doing it right," Helen said, a broad grin splitting her face in two. Nikki rolled her eyes at the way her lover was tantalising this the result of some kind of hormonal gyrations? Suddenly, a flash of inspiration lit up her mind. Two could play that game.

"You mean sex? As if I'd ever need to go back to school on that one," Nikki said mischievously, a wicked smirk spreading across her face and a sparkle in her eyes. Helen tried to swat her partner with a corner of the duvet. She knew perfectly well that Nikki was teasing her.

"Don't you dare try to misunderstand me, Nikki Wade. I was trying to have a serious conversation," scolded Helen in forceful tones. Nikki wasn't done with the pretend argument yet as Helen suspected. She knew how verbally fluent her partner naturally was and how hanging out with distinguished members of the legal profession had sharpened her skills.

"You know, darling, if we were both given a book on home decorating, yours would be full of underlinings, bookmarks, cross referencing, notes at the side, shopping lists, colour charts etc, etc while mine would be buried in the bookcase. I'd be at it with paintbrushes, pots of paint, splashes all over my top and me walloping away on the walls, seeing what cooks. We're just made so differently," insisted Nikki, an audible smirk in her tone of voice.

"You know that I'm irresistable so why struggle?"Helen smartly answered, neatly turning the tables.

"I was great at English at school but useless at biology," protested Nikki seeking sympathy. She sensed that she was losing the argument with her strong-minded lover but not wanting to go down without a fight..

"But you had a twenty year layoff from academia, before being stuck in prison and doing your Joan of Arc routine against all the forces of injustice. Despite all that, you got your degree in English. Nobody told you you couldn't do it,"Helen retorted pertly, knowing very well that she herself was the significant driving force behind it.

"That's you having your cake and eating it, darling,"Nikki cheekily replied. It prompted Helen to try one more gambit in with most cajoling, sexiest voice and winning smile that she knew Nikki couldn't resist.

"So why don't you give up? All I'm asking you is to read this leaflet. Not much to ask, is it?"

"You're really don't give up, do you," Nikki surrendered suddenly, rolling over onto her stomach. She felt Helen's comforting arm round her shoulders to give her an affectionate squeeze and softened inside as she always did. Far be it from her to make a big issue over Helen's strange whim. From what she was picking up on, Helen's diet could take sudden strange turns. Nikki covered all bases by accepting philosophically what was to be and to grab their chances of pleasure as they came. She snuggled herself down with her partner and began to read the leaflet. This time,the words started to get through to her.

"Of course, just because sex is safe during pregnancy doesn't mean you'll necessarily want to have it! Many expectant mothers find that their desire for sex fluctuates during certain stages in the pregnancy. You and your partner need to keep the lines of communication open regarding your sexual relationship. Talk about other ways to satisfy your need for intimacy, such as kissing, caressing, and holding each other.

"Mmmm, now I see why you've been so dictatorial. I can relate to this advice which is right up my street."

"So long as you remember to do it. I don't think familiarity breeds contempt but it can breed complacency, something I could be guilty of just as much as you," interjected Helen pointedly, turning her head to grab Nikki's eye contact.

You also may need to experiment with other positions for sex to find those that are the most comfortable.

"They're actually suggesting there are alternatives to the missionary position but I suppose straight couples might not know better. We're different because we're well away," Nikki finished smugly with a look on her face as of the cat that was well used to tasting cream on demand.

"Excuse me Nikki,"Helen exclaimed, "You're forgetting that I'll be drastically changing my figure in the next few months. You might be all right but I'm going to have to keep reviewing our has to."

"That sounds like something you stole from a book on management, darling,"murmured Nikki cheekily under her breath.

"Come on, I'm serious now. I know you love me but will you still desire me with my stomach hanging out to here? Isn't there a stereotype of lesbian women with gorgeous breasts , long legs and perfect figures?" challenged Helen. Her forcefully expressed words took Nikki aback. There was perfect truth in that remark backed to the hilt by any busy Saturday night at Chix. Nikki turned to look at the lurking fear in Helen's green eyes and a wave of infinite compassion went out to her lover. She really would need regular reassurance on this point, she concluded.

"Darling, you must understand that I'm better than average in rolling with the changes in life. You compare the busy professional me and the way that every right was stripped away from me when I was first banged up. I don't just see you as gorgeous when you're dressed up to the nines ready to party but when you first wake up in the morning., every moment of the waking day. I love you so much and I always will."

Nikki slow clear emotion laden tones smoothed away the jittery fears that had been unspoken up to that point. She leaned her head sideways to her lover and stroked her lithe figure.

If you engage in oral sex, your partner should not blow air into your vagina. Blowing air can cause an air embolism (a blockage of a blood vessel by an air bubble), which can be potentially fatal for mother and child.

"Jesus," Nikki exclaimed as the grim wake-up call sank through all her senses. This wasn't their style but the thought of suddenly losing her partner and their child to be chilled her through and through. She could feel Helen's meaning glance at her earlier was right of course.

The contractions that you may feel during and just after orgasm are entirely different from the contractions associated with labour. However, you should check with your health care provider to make sure that your pregnancy falls into the low-risk category. Some doctors recommend that all women stop having sex during the final weeks of pregnancy, just as a safety precaution, because semen contains a chemical that may actually stimulate contractions. Check with your health care provider to see what he or she thinks is best

Both women burst out in peals of delighted laughter in reaction to the previous shock to their senses . The advice was very kindly meant but sounded sweetly innocent to them. "No problems there, I think."

"Suppose we prove it," Helen said with a sultry seductive edge to her voice that was sweetly immediately felt the answering call from between her legs.

She sighed with pleasure as she was gently eased onto her back and Helen made it clear in her soft determined way in what form their sexual pleasure would take. From time to time, she fondly remembered the very first time when they had made love. The passage of time and tranquillity in their lives had softened out the fraught edginess of that well remembered night and had preserved the most magical moments. She had been soaring inside with mounting desire as Helen had ripped open her nurse's uniform and had pulled her passionately down onto the sofa. She had scarcely believed that life was real as the 'look but don't touch' Home Office professional had eagerly led her hands to feel her full breasts. At last the layers concealing that much desired woman's strong passions had been stripped aside... that woman of hers hadn't changed as her legs were astride her, pressing against her and Helen's full lips were laying a series of passionate kisses on her while Nikki gently stroked her back. They were working up towards their first orgasm of the evening and the feel of skin next to skin felt impossibly intimate and erotic.