Lakeside Date

The small boat gently rocked as Amara rowed them across the shimmering lake, the morning sun casting a warm golden glow on the water’s surface. The castle’s towering silhouette stood far behind them, swallowed by the dense forest beyond. When they reached a quiet cove, Amara steered toward a grassy shore, where wildflowers grew in colorful bursts among the blades of grass.

They climbed out and settled onto the soft grass, the cool dew clinging to their clothes. Kyle sat a little stiffly, still unsure about how this casual date would unfold, while Amara, graceful despite her advanced pregnancy, rested a hand on her rounded belly and let out a small sigh of contentment.

The soft breeze played with Amara’s long, wavy hair, the morning sunlight catching every golden strand. Her emerald-green dress clung to her body, accentuating her curves with a gentle but unmistakable pull. The fabric stretched tightly over her full breasts, pushing them together in a way that made them impossible to ignore. The swell of her pregnant belly only added to her natural allure, her silhouette soft, warm, and undeniably feminine.

Kyle found himself stealing glances, his mouth going dry more than once. It was hard not to be captivated by her, especially with her giant, milk-filled jugs straining against the fabric, so full and round, making it clear how much she had filled out since their last meeting. It was impossible not to be a little smitten.

“So, Kyle,” Amara began, her voice gentle but curious, “what’s the strangest thing you’ve seen in this world so far?”

Kyle blinked, his jaw parting slightly as his eyes drifted once more to the gentle curve of her belly, then to the graceful slope of her hips. He realized, with a quick jolt of embarrassment, that he’d been caught spacing out.

Amara caught the blank stare and smiled, but her eyes flickered with a hint of amusement and mild frustration. “You do realize I’m asking you a question, right?”

Kyle cleared his throat, cheeks coloring faintly. “Uh, yeah. Sorry. I guess I’m just... distracted.”

She sighed, a sound that seemed to be a bit out of melody of gentle rustling of the grass and the distant call of birds. “I can see why. I’m pretty hard to ignore, huh?”

“Yeah, you’ve got... well, you’re definitely... impressive,” Kyle said, stumbling over his words. “I mean, the whole pregnancy thing... it’s kind of amazing.”

Amara gave him a warning smile. “Thank you. I’m glad you can appreciate beauty.”

Kyle scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Well, to be honest, I’m not great at this whole ‘date’ thing. And your brother’s whole experiment has me a little on edge.”

Amara’s eyes softened, and she shifted slightly, letting her hand gently caress her belly. The fabric of her dress, light and flowing, strained slightly over her breasts, which moved subtly as she adjusted her posture. Kyle couldn’t help but notice the way the material clung to her curves, especially as she leaned forward just a little.

“Yeah, I only agreed to this because Alistair asked me to. He’s always so curious about everything... a little too curious sometimes.”

Kyle nodded, understanding. “I guess it makes sense. Family experiments and all.”

“Exactly,” she said with a slight shrug. “But honestly, I didn’t expect this to be all that interesting or engaging. I figured I’d be polite, ask a few questions, and then be done with it.”

As she leaned back, her long hair framed her face softly, and Kyle’s gaze wandered, drawn to the way her soft skin glowed under the sunlight. Her fingers moved slowly over her rounded belly in a loving caress, and Kyle couldn’t help but wish it was his tongue instead—licking her soft, sun-kissed skin.

Kyle frowned, suddenly realizing she was struggling to keep the conversation going, while he was too busy gawking. “Well, um... it’s actually quite alright, you know, me staring. It’s just... like, a conversation.” Kyle decided to stop himself before she throws him in the water.

Amara’s eyebrows lifted, and she glanced at him with a teasing glint in her eye. “You know, it’s actually quite charming how you just can’t look away.”

Kyle’s eyes went wide in panic. “Wait—no!” he stammered, before realizing what she said, “I mean, thank you. So, can I continue?”

But Amara laughed—a rich, genuine laugh that made Kyle’s heart skip a beat. She leaned back on the grass, stretching out comfortably. The sun warmed her skin, making it glisten as if her body was sculpted from light itself. Her curves seemed to ripple like waves, and the gentle curve of her belly and hips caught the light in a way that made her look like some goddess of the earth itself.

Her movements were hypnotic, so gentle and tender, that it almost seemed like the whole world had slowed down just for him to admire her. Then, Amara raised her arm to fix a strand of hair, and the motion exposed the soft curve of her underarm. Kyle’s throat went dry as the sight of her smooth, glistening skin, so close to him, made him wish he could taste every inch of it.

“You know,” she said softly, her voice a velvet whisper that sent a shiver down his spine, “I’m actually surprised. I think I’m enjoying this more than I expected.”

Kyle blinked, his heart racing as he was once again caught in the web of her unexpected allure. His eyes were still wide, trapped in the delicate dream of her presence.

She laughed again, and the two of them sat there in companionable silence for a moment, the soft breeze carrying the scent of wildflowers and the gentle lap of water against the shore.

Kyle’s eyes wandered once more, blank and fascinated, but this time Amara didn’t mind at all.

The sun climbed higher, warming the lakeside as Kyle and Amara continued to sit on the soft grass, the gentle lapping of water the only soundtrack besides their occasional conversation. Kyle, still a little dazzled by the closeness of Amara’s presence, suddenly became painfully aware of something… unexpected.

His body was reacting in the only way it knew how—his pants were tenting. The realization hit him like a cold splash of water, and his face flushed a deep red.

Amara caught his sudden shift in posture and the awkward bulge he was desperately trying to hide. At first, she pretended not to notice, keeping her gaze pointed at the rippling lake as if Kyle’s obvious discomfort was beneath her notice.

But, after a moment, the corners of her lips twitched, and she couldn’t hold back a sly grin. “Looks like staring at me has some... interesting consequences, Kyle,” she teased lightly, her voice playful but gentle.

Kyle groaned, the blush spreading to his neck and ears. “Great, now I am also a public spectacle.”

Amara laughed softly, then tilted her head as if considering something mischievous. “You know, since it’s a date, shouldn’t you be more carefull?”

“You know…” he began, trying to sound casual but failing spectacularly, “since this is a date… it’s only fair you should be the one to somehow fix my issue!”

Amara turned her head slowly, an amused smile blooming across her lips. “Oh? Is that so?” she said, clearly intrigued. “And what exactly do you mean by that, Kyle?”

He scratched his cheek, his eyes locked on hers. “Just that… I mean, you’re the one who invited me. So it’s only fair if, you know, you helped me with my problem here.” He leaned back, now proudly showing the tent in his pants.

Amara tilted her head, her emerald eyes narrowing thoughtfully. She looked away for a second, returnign back with a smile and biting her lower lip.

“Funny,” she said softly, “this is nothing like my first date with Marvin.”

Kyle blinked, surprised by the sudden shift. “Oh?”

She nodded. “We were much younger. I was still learning how to behave like a princess, and he—he was clumsy. Nervous. I had to hold his hand just to get him comfortable.” She chuckled at the memory, then added, “But I liked that about him. That he wasn’t trying to be impressive. Just sincere.”

Kyle gave a small smile, but something in his chest sank. He wasn’t trying to compete, but it was hard not to feel second best when hearing about a love like that.

Amara must’ve sensed it. Her expression softened, then changed again—more thoughtful, a bit guilty. “I’m sorry,” she said gently. “I guess that’s kind of rude, talking about another man while on a date with you.”

Kyle gave a small shrug, trying to play it cool. “I mean… yeah, a little.”

She sighed and leaned toward him, her fingers brushing his. “Let me fix that.”

Without waiting for a reply, she slid her hand into his, fingers intertwining gently. Kyle blinked down at their hands—her fingers were long and elegant, her nails perfectly kept, but it was the warmth of her touch that undid him.

“You’re not Marvin,” she said, her voice quieter now. “And you don’t have to be. And right now, you’re the one sitting beside me.”

Then, slowly—without a word—Amara rose onto her knees beside him, her movements deliberate, the sway of her belly guided by practiced balance. With both hands bracing his shoulders, she shifted her weight and eased herself across his thighs, straddling him sideways at first, then adjusting until she was fully seated in his lap. The fullness of her pregnant belly rested softly between them, nudging against his midsection, while her thighs pressed against his, enveloping him in warmth.

Kyle tensed, his breath hitching as the soft weight of her hips settled flush against his own. He could feel every contour—her round curves conforming to his softer body, the gentle give of her against the firmness of his lap. Her breasts, firm and full, pressed gently against his chest with every breath she took.

Kyle stiffened in surprise, breath catching, but he didn’t move. Her weight, the gentle press of her curved hips, the solid roundness of her belly against his chest—it was overwhelming in all the right ways.

“I know I’m… not young anymore,” Amara murmured, her voice half-apologetic as she adjusted her seat. “And I’m sure this isn’t exactly comfortable…”

Kyle shook his head immediately, voice almost breaking. “No, gods, no. It’s—Amara, you’re… you’re amazing. You feel perfect.”

She laughed softly, but there was a blush in her cheeks that made her look younger for a moment. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not,” Kyle said, more urgently now. “You’re beautiful. All of you. I’ve never seen someone carry themselves like this. And your figure is just… divine.”

Amara blinked, genuinely stunned for a moment. “Kyle…”

“You do,” he whispered. “The way you move, the way you are—it drives me crazy. And if I stare too much, it’s because I can’t not stare. You like a goddess, Amara.”

For a moment, silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t awkward. It was thick with tension, with something building, warm and fluttering just beneath the skin.

Then, slowly, Amara leaned in. Her arms slid around his shoulders, one hand resting on the back of his neck as she tilted her face toward his.

The kiss, when it came, was soft at first. Her tongue gently probed his lips, before Kyle managed to catch up. He kissed her back, his hands coming to rest on her sides, careful and reverent. He could feel the warmth of her through her dress, the way her belly pressed lightly against his middle. It should have felt strange, forbidden, but instead it felt… like eating a candy, electric cherry candy.

The kiss deepened. Her fingers tangled in his hair, and his breath hitched as her lips parted against his. They kissed and kissed, Kyle teeth met hers, and they paused for a bit of pace adjustment, giving each other smiles, before diving in back, trying to push tongues into each other throats.

Once he was out of breath, Kyle pulled back just enough to look at her. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

Amara smiled faintly, her face flushed, hair mussed from where his hands had brushed it. “Well what about me? I’ve never kissed like that before.”

They kissed again. And again. For what might have been minutes or a full hour, lost in each others lips and tongue, trying to get as much saliva from each other mouthes as possible.

Eventually, Amara pulled back slightly, resting her forehead against his. Her breath was soft against his cheek.

“This wasn’t how I thought the morning would go,” she murmured.

“Yeah,” Kyle replied breathlessly, “you think… your hubby will be alright with this?”