Waking up with surprise.

You wake with a start. It is dark, apart from the sallow glow of the TV. You are momentarily disorientated by the unfamiliar surroundings, before realizing that you are in Carly's house. Flicking off the TV, you check your phone. No calls or messages, time 5.30. You've been asleep for hours! Long naps are not an unusual occurrence for you these days, but this seems a little ****. And where is Carly? Even with a broken phone, she should have been able to find some way to call her own house from wherever she is to tell you what time she'll be here.

Grumbling, with your body complaining from the long sleep and the weight of your belly to contend with, you rise slowly and pad barefoot through to the bathroom. After a long pee, you look yourself over in the mirror, sorting out your bed hair and splashing your face with cold water... you still have a fairly dazed look in your big green eyes and your makeup is a little smudged, giving more of the tawdry look than you had been going for this morning.

A suddenly active baby jerks your attention away from the mirror. With one hand instinctively on the bump, the other steadies yourself against the sink. The little one wriggles forcefully, getting up to who knows what in there, and though not unpleasant the sensation is extremely distracting. In the last few weeks it has been getting more and more active and the excitement you feel is hard to ignore. It is not entirely just excitement at the thought of being a mother and meeting your child, as while your **** sexual urges are a bit more under control these days, the bump before you serves as a constant reminder of the sex that created it. As a result, while you can maintain control most of the time and under normal circumstances, when the baby gets active, you now get horny. Which probably means that the next ten weeks or so will get increasingly difficult to manage.

This time, with your brain addled by sleep, the swell of horniness is relatively muted. You feel uncomfortably aware of the rub of your bra against your nipples, and there is an oozing, slippery feeling building between your legs, but the knee-trembling need that you have become so familiar with is still a ways off.

Enjoying being still for now in control, you fill a small glass with water and sip it gently as you stroll back into the kitchen, left hand gently rubbing the small of your back while your bare feet squeak on the tiles. Where is Carly? This is getting a bit strange.