An apparent neighbour

Lifting your awkward center of gravity, you get up from your seat. You pull down your shirt to hide your baby bump. Its length is apparently just barely enough to cover it, leaving a fraction of your curve exposed. As you make your way to the door, you wonder if you should have the decency to wear something more presentable, but with the limited amount of clothes you have with you it'd be difficult to look like anything else other than a dumb and poor soon-to-be teen mom.

It is when you're just about to grab the handle that you freeze. Remembering what the fake Zoe warned you about, the question rings inside your head.

Who was it at the door?

You stand there for a brief moment deciding whether or not you ought to open. You reason that if at the other side stood a hitman supposed to take you out, then a mere door wouldn't be much help to you. Besides, if it was indeed someone involved with the fake Zoe that has put you in this situation, they wouldn't be able to know. Gulping, you think it's best to just keep up with your act as the clueless pregnant teenager just in case.

You open it just enough so you can put your head out and are greeted by the sight of an amazonian woman, her height matched only by her generous curves.

And you thought your tits were big.

Her slightly dark brown skin is a perfect combination to her toned muscles. And her wild curly black hair mounts up as the last evidence of her obvious African heritage. This is the sort of woman that would have made you hard just by looking at her, but all you feel is a slight sense of envy.

The woman seems surprised to find you there. She gives you a smile before asking you. "Hi. Uhmmm, sorry to bother you, but is Nathan home?"

You seem to have trouble speaking in your flustered state, but eventually manage to tell her. "N-no, he's out working."

"Oh really? The mailman left some of his mail at my house by mistake. I live next door, you see?" She says whilst pointing to the house next to the one you're in.

"Oh." You reply dumbly. "I understand."

"So can I just leave this with you then?" She asked, holding a handful of letters inf front of you.

"Of course." You told her.

But before she hands over the mail to you, the tall woman asks if she could come in and have a glass of water. You decide to let her in, not able to deny anything to such a hot piece like that.

You notice her look at you differently when you open the door. You secretly follow her eyes and realize that she was looking at the obvious sign of your maternity. You brought a hand over your bump, embarrassed that your subconscious entertained having sex with that goddess whilst forgetting you didn't have the necessary equipment between your legs anymore for a second. Though that was not all of it. Another part of you feels jealous over her immaculate physique.

"Umm, c-come in." You stutter for the first time ever in your life, that bad feeling of not looking as pretty as somebody else as yet another completely new experience. After you take her in, you bring the dark skinned girl her water and sit down on the table with her.

"The name is Julia by the way." She introduces herself.

"I'm Luca." You reply, not forgetting your fake female name.

After she takes a sip from the glass, yyour guest mentions. "I didn't know that Nathan had a girlfriend..."

"Girlfriend?!" You exclaim almost too excitedly. The thought of being some dude's girlfriend as a complete affront to your remaining masculinity. "Oh, nonono. I'm not his gitlfriend I'm his... uhmm... cousin." You explain to her, though you're not entirely satisfied that your story turns you and that manipulative asshole into family. "Yeah, I'm his cousin."

"Oh really, I've never met his family."

You feel some confusion at the woman's statement. "Uhm, why would you?"

"Because I'm his ex haha." Julia says whilst laughing nervously and scratching the back of her head. "Did he never talk about me before?"

You struggle to come with an excuse. "W-we're kinda distant family, so I wouldn't have know."

"Ah, I see." She thankfully seems to belive you. A moment of silence passes before she lays her eyes on your belly again with a warm smile this time. "So is it a boy or girl?"

You bring your hands over your bump instinctively. The question certainly catching you by surprise, one you haven't expected to hear before and that you yourself haven't put much thought to. "I... don't know."

"Really? Haven't you gone to any doctors since you..." Julia continued with her probing.

"I don't really wanna..." Not exactly go to a doctor, but, more specifically, talk about it.

"I understand. But if you ever need something, you can come over to my house okay?" She offers you with, seemingly, genuine intentions.

"Sure." You reply with a blank expression.

Julia gets up and starts to make her way out of the shitty house you've been having to keep clean for the past week or so. "Thanks for the water!"

"You're welcome." You mange to tell her before she leaves you alone.

You rest back in your seat, your long curly hair fallin back. A small sense of relief washes over you as yet another person believes that you're an actual girl. But to be honest, why wouldn't they? You weren't exactly crossdressing.

But as moments pass, you can't get the beautiful image of Julia out of your head. If only you still...

That fiery feeling you had in your crotch moments earlier comes back, this time way more intense than before. Regardless of your state you really feel like...