Follow Amy to the cafe

You wave goodbye to Liz as you follow Amy to the cafe. A large coffee-cup shaped sign reading Café au lait hangs above the door. A bell jingles as you enter.

“Amy! Good to see you again! You’ll be having the usual, then?” asks one of the baristas, a tall black woman. In her mid thirties, her hair is done up in a tidy topknot. Dressed in a grey cardigan and white button-up shirt, her belly bump is still small (maybe only 3 or 4 months along) but her huge breasts, F cups (or maybe even G cups), strain against the fabric of her clothing. Her nametag says Lashauna.

“You still have the special cakes? That’s awesome!” Amy says excitedly, cupping an arm under her belly as she crouches in front of the glass covered counter to get a better look. “John, this place has the best cakes. You need to try some.”

“Wait. ‘John’? As in, ‘Fucks preggos’ John?” Lashauna asks. Amy’s talked about you here too? You wonder if old world Amy talked about you this much.

“Yeah, that’s me,” you say.

“Nice to finally meet you. Sorry I can’t talk right now. I was just going to the back. These jugs need emptying,” Lashauna says, cupping a boob in each hand. You can see that there are small damp circles on her shirt where her nipples have leaked, growing larger as her hands accidentally squeeze out more milk. “Rose can get you anything you need.”

With that, Lashuana nods to you and Amy and disappears through a door. You pull your eyes away from the beautiful sight to assess the other barista. The young Asian woman, or possibly a women of mixed Asian ancestry, gives you a small wave. Rose has a heart-shaped face, with her dark hair tied into a ponytail. She’s wearing cargo shorts and a buttoned-up shirt striped with pastels. Her chest is nowhere near as generous as Lashauna’s, but it’s still a respectable C cup. Also in comparison to Lashauna, Rose’s belly is much farther along. Probably around 7 months if you had to guess.

“Do you want anything?” Rose asks.

You take a look around as Amy orders a cake and coffee for the both of you. It’s a nice looking place. The decor is very minimalist; lots of black and white contrast. There are only a handful of customers at the moment. In particular, you notice a girl reading a newspaper and sipping her coffee by the window. Under her knit cap, neck-length maple brown hair frames a thin face with a straight nose. Elegant glasses almost obscure her grey eyes. Her jeans and black turtle-neck lovingly hug her wide hips, D cup breasts, and 5 month pregnant belly.

As you and Amy wait for your coffees, you try to decide which woman will be your next companion.